Dragon Tribe: Still Thinking Until Now

Lu Mingfei was not panicked at all. The so-called fierce wolf was probably just a subspecies of dragon, not even a fourth-generation species. Dragons were proud species in the world. Even the fourth-generation or even fifth-generation species, which had the lowest status in dragon civilization, had been high above and called gods in ancient times. They would never become mounts, even if they were the mounts of the king.

Two ravens circled down from the black vortex, stopped on Odin's shoulder, and tilted their heads as if whispering something.

Odin still did not move or speak, but the two new heroes who had joined the battlefield began to move like charging warriors.

The giant wolf pounced, and one of the heroes swung a long sword in his hand. Red flames attached to the long sword, and it looked like he was waving the galaxy.

The other one was actually drawing his bow right in front of Odin. Ancient language was bursting out in the air, and it was some kind of word being recited.

The battlefield was eerily silent. All the dark shadows were silent. They dispersed silently in front of Lu Mingfei because the truly powerful warriors among them were willing to accept Lu Mingfei's challenge.

Lu Mingfei's calmness disappeared, and turned into a kind of fierceness that was rarely seen in him. It was a temperament left over from experiencing life and death for a long time. It was not like he had not encountered life-threatening threats before. Norton, the King of Bronze and Fire, Fenrir, the King of Earth and Mountains, and Herzog, the White King, all of them descended in royal robes and were majestic.

He really is a person who occasionally goes crazy. When he goes crazy, his hope and life are burned, and finally even the most important things in his life are burned.

The bones in his body crackled. Lu Mingfei entered the dragon bone state after three blood bursts. At this time, he could even face the truly powerful ancient second-generation species with the title of prince. For example, the two dragon servants with dragon bodies who had been sleeping and guarding the Bronze City for thousands of years were killed by him personally.

The giant wolf was extremely fast. It was so huge, but it was more agile than a cheetah. Its fierce aura seemed to have come from the ancient barbaric era and traveled through time. Lu Mingfei did not dodge. He was actually wondering in his heart whether the person who came was Kili? Or Kuliqi?

——No matter what comes...

The slight irritation brought by the third blood burst made Lu Mingfei's rationality drop a little. He laughed wildly and fiercely. The Desert Eagle fired continuously. The mercury core alchemical armor-piercing bullets were like continuous sharp blades, shooting at the giant wolf's brow, artery and heart in an oblique T shape.

"All have to die!"

The invisible field covered the giant wolf's long hair, and the powerful bullets spun fiercely on the transparent, foam-like barrier until their kinetic energy was exhausted and they flew out. Word Spirit. Dust-free Land, a powerful defensive word spirit, the same as the Holy Word ability possessed by Professor Mance.

This beast can actually use the power of words!

However, there is no record that species other than dragons and humans cannot use words.

In a flash, the hero's long sword whistled and slashed from the side, making a sound of tearing the air. It was so fast that it left an afterimage, and behind the afterimage was a fan-like flame. It was because the blade was cutting through the air at an extremely fast speed, and the oxide on the blade edge was rapidly burned by friction.

Lu Mingfei is faster!

His wrist trembled, and the two Desert Eagles were thrown into the air. Then he leaned back to avoid the slash. His right hand had already drawn out lust, and the blade brought up a bright arc of light, almost instantly cutting off the arm of the hero holding the knife. He stretched out his left hand, which was harder than steel, and punched the back of the hero on the back of the giant wolf, knocking him flying. He then grabbed the guy by the scruff of the neck and threw him to the ground!

Everything happened in an instant. The physical fitness of the heroic spirit in front of him was at least as good as Chu Zihang's once-blood-bursting level, but he couldn't even last a single round when fighting with Lu Mingfei.

The black shadows became a little restless, the silent battlefield became noisy again, the rain fell heavily, and new heroes crawled out of Nibelung through the accumulated water.

The ferocious wolf, like a lion or a tiger, turned around with its mouth open. Its bony face was cracked from the lower jaw. It opened its mouth to an incredible degree like a snake, with hundreds of sharp teeth densely packed in it, like a reamer.

Lu Mingfei groaned and kicked the monster that served Odin away. At the same time, he pulled out the fuse of a grenade and stuffed it into the giant wolf's mouth.

But at this time, another heroic spirit had already bent his bow and drawn his arrow. The sharp iron arrow had been following closely behind the heroic spirit when he pounced forward. The sharp arrow flashed a dazzling cold light, faster than a bullet and faster than sound. When Lu Mingfei realized that he was about to be hit by an arrow, the loud and crisp sound of the bowstring being pulled reached his ears.

Danger!Danger!Danger!

Chapter 110 The Curtain of Rain and Wild Flow (4) (Please subscribe)

Lu Mingfei did not dodge at all because it was too late for him to dodge. His body could not keep up with his thoughts. He only had time to take a sudden step forward, his muscles heaving like a tiger, and he stretched out his right arm with unusual ferocity!

In the dim light, the drizzle, which was still quite dense, was suddenly dispersed at a certain place.

There was only a buzzing sound, and the arrow was firmly grasped by Lu Mingfei, the shaft twisting and trembling like a unwilling snake. His blood boiled even more, and the white steam around him was blown by the wind and flowed towards Odin, and soon dispersed in the rain.

This iron arrow was of a style that had never been seen before. It was frighteningly long and thick. It felt heavy and cold in the hand. The sharp arrowhead easily cut through Lu Mingfei's palm, and hot blood immediately splashed everywhere.

This was the first time Lu Mingfei was injured today. His blood was like the sweetest wine to Deadpool, full of unspeakable temptation. The dark shadows became even more agitated. They roared in an ancient language, wanting to tear Lu Mingfei into pieces.

At this moment, the giant wolf, which had been kicked away and fell into the shadow, was struggling to get up and made a whimpering sound. It seemed that something dangerous was stuck in its throat, so its sharp claws cut its throat without hesitation, and the same hot blood spurted out like a small fountain.

But before it could even make any move, the grenade exploded inside its body.

The rolling flames devoured the wreckage which immediately fell silent. Lu Mingfei did not look back, but the firelight dragged his shadow forward.

The kinetic energy of the arrow was finally worn out. Seeing that the remaining Heroic Knights were drawing their bows again, Lu Mingfei suddenly leaned over and half-crouched, and took out an identical bow from the one-armed Heroic Knight whose bones were almost broken by his step.

In the previous time and space, after accepting the Nibelungen Plan, although Lu Mingfei was equipped with a pair of large-caliber Desert Eagles, the weapons he used more often were the two carefully forged short swords. Moreover, even the Desert Eagle was actually a serious close combat weapon, and it would lose its accuracy beyond a certain distance.

Everyone thought that Chairman Lu was a character like Kenshin Himura, who would chop down any enemy who stood in his way with a sword. But few people knew that shooting was actually Lu Mingfei's real strength. Even before he accepted the Nibelungen Plan, he won the championship of the Kassel Academy live target shooting competition for three consecutive years, and even achieved the best results in the shooting class in the whole grade.

This shooting talent is not only reflected in the use of firearms, but also in the use of bows and crossbows.

Lu Mingfei put the arrow on his head and continued shooting. Although ancient weapons like bows and arrows are rarely used in modern battlefields with dragons, this action seemed to have been honed a thousand times. He didn't even need to aim, the long arrow had already passed through the air with a terrifying flaming tail!

The aura of the powerful heroic spirit riding the giant wolf in front of Odin suddenly collapsed, the whispering of the dark shadows suddenly stopped, and the air was filled with the smell of blood. It was the blood of the monstrous giant wolf that had just been blown to pieces mixed in the cold and damp air.

The longbow fell to the ground, splashing water. The iron arrow was thrown by the huge force and shot into the hero's eyebrows. The hard armor was useless. Only a little arrow shaft connected to the arrowhead remained outside. It was shaking violently and buzzing, and it dispersed the dense rain, and black blood gushed out.

Lu Mingfei's bones creaked as he twisted his neck and moved his joints. After three bursts of blood, his physical fitness was stronger than expected.

The longbow was crushed in his hand, and he watched the arrow pierce through the skull. The heroic spirit's limbs and head immediately drooped, and there was no life left. It died silently while sitting astride the giant wolf's back.

Sure enough, even Deadpool has absolute weaknesses. They are similar to dragons, with their weaknesses being the brain, heart, and spine.

With the long arrow piercing his skull, he would have died even if he was a true second-generation species, let alone an A+ grade Deadpool.

The black shadows had hideous faces, but their golden pupils were dim. In the seemingly endless drizzle, they lowered their heads, but deep in their throats they suppressed hyena-like growls.

They were hungry and timid. Lu Mingfei could even feel the fear in the air emanating from the black shadows.

No matter who Odin is, and no matter how he uses grand myths and profound epics to describe and embellish his own honor, in the final analysis he is just a pure-blooded dragon who does not even have the courage to face the world with his real name and title.

The so-called heroic spirits, which are transformed from the bravest warriors who died in battle and were recruited by Valkyrie from various battlefields around the world, are ultimately cowards who betrayed humans and chose the dragon race because of their fear of death.

The more they wrote about their bravery and fearlessness in myths, the more they exposed their fear and cowardice.

The shadows communicated with each other using low growls deep in their throats, telling their companions about their desire for flesh and blood, but their souls were filled with fear when they saw the most powerful heroes die in battle.

An increasingly dense rain curtain covered their bodies. The water drops falling from the sky violently washed over the decayed armor of the heroes. Although their golden eyes were dim, they were still fierce.

The rain thoroughly soaked Lu Mingfei's entire body, but his extremely high body temperature was rapidly evaporating the liquid covering his body surface. He breathed heavily and slowly stood up.

It was not until this moment that the Desert Eagle that he had just thrown into the air and was spinning finally fell. He stretched out his hands and took the two dangerous weapons in his hands again.

The heroic spirits around him were noisy and crowded, making room for him to stay.

Black shadows were bustling around, and hundreds of pairs of dim golden eyes were densely lit up in the dark wasteland. Odin and his throne were still radiant and majestic. He held the spear in his hand, and the end of the spear was pointed obliquely at the ground. Crackling purple arcs of electricity were lingering on the tip of the spear. The dripping rain gathered into streams and splashed at Sleipnir's feet.

Now the eight monstrous horses were no longer manic. Their eight sturdy hooves stomped hard on the ground. They stood there like a majestic mountain. The bronze mask covering their faces flashed a cold green light, and their golden eyes, like flowing lava, were hidden in the mist.

Odin's one eye exudes magnificent majesty, reminding people of the sun that can spread light and heat to the entire earth.

Lu Mingfei could feel that the heroic spirit under his feet seemed to still have some breath of life. The bones of that thing were making crisp sounds, as if they were about to heal together. The throat pierced by the larynx made a loud sound, which was the sound of wind brought out by the air flow directly into the trachea. Incredible vitality appeared in the deadpool under Odin. When he was attacked by Lu Mingfei, his bones were immediately shattered, and his heart stopped beating instantly, no longer providing blood and oxygen for his powerful body.

This monster will be full of life soon. Lu Mingfei had no expression on his face, he didn't even take his eyes off Odin's face, his hands drooped slightly, and the muzzle of the Desert Eagle spewed out a large cluster of flames, and the thunderous explosion tore through the silence that chilled people to the bone.

Two mercury-core alchemical armor-piercing bombs were sent into the brain and heart of the heroic spirit respectively. His limbs flapped and twisted strangely, and then he completely lost his life.

Lu Mingfei stared at Odin's direction. He wanted to see some emotional changes on the ferocious, yet sacred and solemn iron face of the god who walked out of the ancient times, but in the end he saw nothing.

Odin was still the same Odin, riding on his Pegasus Sleipnir, he stood on the slope overlooking the man who dared to challenge the gods, the rain in the sky becoming his curtain.

The Lance of Destiny, Gungnir, trembled slightly in Odin's hand. The amplitude of the tremor was almost imperceptible, but Lu Mingfei caught it keenly.

The great weapon that was said to be forged from the branches of the world tree seemed to be very wrong. Faint electric lights lingered on the spear shaft and the tip of the spear, and these electric lights were entangled and intertwined like a group of tiny snakes.

But the group of snakes evaporated outwards, and countless white silk threads burst out from the ends of their thin tails. The color of these silk threads was dull, with almost no luster. The moment they burst out, they melted in the rainstorm, but Lu Mingfei saw it.

That was the thread of fate. He had witnessed the look on Gungnir's face when he was about to kill Senior Sister Selma. When the concepts of inevitable hit and death began to take effect, the majesty of this gun even overshadowed the ancient god Odin who controlled it. Even the seven deadly sins gathered in one place could not compete with it.

It was those threads that represented fate, connecting the tip of Gungnir's gun to Selma's heart. That was the heart of the gun, and also the soul of Gungnir, its powerful essence, the unity of seeing fate, controlling destiny, and power.

But at this moment, the substance that should have been considered the core of Kungunir was spilling out, and its body was shaking constantly. The brilliant and sacred light on Odin's throne was fading, and a faint smell of decay was revealed in the brilliance and holiness. Odin's condition was actually quite normal. In ancient legends, his throne was originally built on endless death. A throne built of dry bones should have been rotten.

But the situation of Kungunir at this moment is definitely not normal. According to the legend, the thing that forged it is the branch of the world tree. The world tree means the origin of everything in Norse mythology. It should be stable and full of vitality, but it is definitely not like it is now, with a chaotic atmosphere and as if facing a formidable enemy.

Odin is such a proud and powerful being. Even if the one in front of him is just a puppet wearing an iron mask, he still possesses power that surpasses all lower generations. His true form is definitely at the level of a Dragon King, and he might be one of the twins sitting on the throne of one of the four monarchs.

Lu Mingfei knows many secrets of the other side of the world. It is an ocean called time and destiny. He and his friends stand on the human side, while the dragon stands at the end of the sky and water.

The King of Bronze and Fire, Norton and Constantine. Norton is dead, Constantine has lost power and the throne.

The kings of the earth and mountains, Jörmungandr and Fenrir. Jörmungandr is the junior sister. No matter how you look at Xia Mi, she doesn't look like a king like Odin who exudes mystery and power from the bones. She is more like a proud princess or a tsundere princess. Fenrir is a naughty child. Lu Mingfei thinks that how bad can a child who loves to eat potato chips and drink Coke be.

Then the remaining suspects are the King of Ocean and Water and the King of Sky and Wind.

The King of Sky and Wind is worthy of suspicion. Odin once showed a powerful word called Time Zero in front of Lu Mingfei. This holy word power rarely seen in history is even more skillful and terrifying in Odin's hands than in Ange's. And Time Zero happens to be one of the powers of the King of Sky and Wind.

But doubts remain.

The first king of sky and wind in history was Xiang Yu, who died thousands of years ago, and the dragon bone cross was divided up by the royal family and nobles of the Han Empire. The second twin's name is Li Wuyue, who participated in the "Summer Mourning" event a hundred years ago. Although he did not leave behind the dragon bone cross, it is possible that he survived or was reborn. But if Li Wuyue is Odin, he should have flattened the Cassel Manor with the countless heroes, so why would he need to go into battle himself?

The ones with the greatest doubts are the twin kings of the ocean and water. The monarchs on this throne rarely left any legends in human history. It is as if they have never existed and they are always shrouded in mystery.

Or is Odin actually the Black King? Or the White King?

That's too ridiculous. Lu Mingfei has fought against the newly born White King Herzog, and even Lu Mingze is no match for him. If this ancient god is really of that level, then why would he need any conspiracy or trickery? He can just restart the Dragon Age.

After all, it was something of the level of the four great monarchs, and his power was beyond doubt, but up to now, Odin had not used his true power to kill Lu Mingfei and Nono. They came from the end of fate to cut off their predetermined destiny, and Kungunir just let them grow stronger.

"You want to kill me, but someone or something is stopping you from doing so, am I right?" Because of the high degree of dragonization after the third blood burst, the structure of Lu Mingfei's vocal cords has changed. His voice is like forged red iron splashing in the rain, dull like thunder.

He spoke directly to Odin. The heroes were not qualified to stand in such a confrontation. They actually crawled down slowly, as if they were meeting a powerful king.

Odin had not made any unnecessary movements until now. At this moment, his rotten and withered metal armor suddenly made a dull sound. It was the sound of the wind and rain blowing the armor plates slightly. It was not pleasant to the ear, but rather like the roar of war drums in a battle.

“Your Kungunir, its concept is death and inevitable hit, but you haven’t used it until now, so…” Lu Mingfei’s heart became stronger and more powerful, and for a moment, the rain curtain between heaven and earth was beating along with his heart.

This is the boundary between Nibelungen and reality. Those originally chaotic elements seemed to be drawn in, forming a huge vortex above Lu Mingfei's head. It was black, with flashes of violent thunder.

"Now, you can't use it, right?" With every word Lu Mingfei spoke, his heartbeat became more and more majestic. Until the last word was spoken, a warm white light had already torn through the chaos and darkness in the deepest part of his consciousness and shone through the gap.

It’s so warm…

Lu Mingfei sighed in his heart.

The fourth blood burst begins.

The next moment, the rain curtain was shattered by the angry king, and any heroic spirit who dared to stand in his way would die!

Chapter 111: The Curtain of Rainfall (5)

Odin's one eye was so hot and so bright, with dense flocs of blood flowing deep in the pupil.

The pupils were like the sun rising from the ground, and countless dark shadows surrounded Lu Mingfei in the shining light. They were crawling in silence, but suddenly raised their heads at this moment.

It was like a group of treacherous ministers surrounding a dying emperor, they lit their eyes together, and their golden pupils were like rising torches.

Lu Mingfei's forward figure suddenly stopped, huge gullies appeared on the ground, the rain curtain was torn by the violent impact, and then immediately filled up.

The sound of war drums. He really heard the sound of war drums.