Dragon Tribe: Still Thinking Until Now

This means that he may be a new Supreme, a Supreme born after the end of the dragon civilization.

If such a thing attacks with all its strength, Lu Mingfei cannot fight it. Even Xia Mi herself cannot fight it when she reveals her full strength. Perhaps among the four known monarchs, only Norton, who has been promoted to the new elemental master after devouring Constantine's power, can compete with Odin, who is suspected to be the Supreme.

But Norton was already dead, with a bullet made from the Philosopher's Stone piercing his heart, and the dragon bone cross was displayed in the ice cellar of Kassel College.

Thinking of this, Xia Mi became more and more manic.

She stepped on the accelerator of the car completely, and a strong push on her back came over her, almost pressing her to death on the driver's seat.

As if sensing the monarch's anger, the land was shaking slightly, and new elemental turbulence followed the speeding Maybach forward, facing the tiger that was as ferocious as if it was going to tear its prey apart when facing the rainstorm summoned by Odin.

But no matter how fast she drove, the car couldn't catch up with the rainstorm.

The Maybach is great, of course, and is a powerful luxury car, but how can a mortal creation catch up with the blade of fate? The history that has been changed must be concluded today, and Kungunir and Odin will no longer sit idly by and watch their fate being cut.

Faster, faster!

There was a barely perceptible hint of anxiety and fear in the corners of Xia Mi's eyes.

At this time, the silver light caught up with the Maybach from behind, like a sharp sword, piercing fiercely into the rainstorm in front of it. Every drop of rain that made up the water wall was torn apart by the dazzling light, becoming like a silver blade, falling from the sky and immediately splashing huge water in the accumulated water on the ground.

Xia Mi saw through the rearview mirror what was catching up from behind. It was a convoy of more than a dozen luxury cars. Their bodies were all sharp and streamlined, and the reflected sunlight looked like sharp blades.

The car in the front was a stretched Lincoln owned by the Lionheart Society. Chu Zihang was dozing off with an expressionless face as he sat in the passenger seat. In his arms he held a long and narrow knife. The scabbard and handle were black.

Xia Mi heard Lu Mingfei talk about the knife, its name was Murasame.

The person driving the car was Susie, the vice president of the Lionheart Society. This girl who used to be as gentle as the elder sister next door was wearing a dark tight combat uniform today. Her ponytail was tied up high, making her look like a kendo girl from a comic book. Her eyes were sharp, her lips were sometimes pursed and sometimes slightly open, her eyes were raised, and she was whispering ancient words. Dozens of tiny and sharp black blades were sliding forward close to the stretched Lincoln.

Kassel College has sealed Susie's speech spirit in its archives, but Xia Mi is one of the twins of the King of Earth and Mountain, and has such a keen sense of elemental fluctuations that he immediately understood why the senior leaders of the college were doing this. Do.

Her words were extremely rare sword control. Even in Xia Mi's long life, it was rare to see a human being able to master such a dangerous words.

Its effect is to control the flow of the magnetic field in the field to achieve the purpose of controlling metal. In the war between dragons and humans, the dragons of the bronze and fire series relied on this word spirit to gain the upper hand in the fight.

Those elite troops who had experienced hundreds of battles, wearing indestructible armor and holding extremely sharp blades, charged into their dragon's nest with great momentum. Then the armor turned into a life-threatening cage and the sharp blades were pointed at their masters.

The King of Bronze and Fire can even advance the word spirit of Sword Control to a more powerful level and evolve it into another kind of holy word. Within the domain of this holy word, all metals are subject to their control.

Just like the field held up by Norton in the Chicago incident, metal bullets could not penetrate it at all, and even lost kinetic energy the moment they entered the field and became a captured swimming fish.

As if he had noticed Xia Mi's gaze, Chu Zihang, who had been dozing with his eyes closed, suddenly opened his eyes. His never-extinguished golden eyes slowly lit up in the shadows, and he nodded slightly at Xia Mi.

This luxurious convoy roared forward like a group of lions on the grassland. Each car carried multiple elite members of the Lion Heart Society, Dragon Blood Society and Student Union. Each of them was fully armed and they all lit up their golden eyes.

The students were full of fighting spirit and their blood was boiling. Even if the abyss and death were waiting for them, they would move forward without hesitation. This was a premeditated war, and everyone knew what they should do. All they could do at this moment was to hold the swords in their hands tightly.

There was another convoy of the same size and specifications at the end of the road, and the leaders of that convoy were Caesar, Nono and Lancelot, and Qilan was also in that convoy. If nothing unexpected happened, the two convoys would arrive at the battlefield almost at the same time, the wilderness wheat field that suddenly disappeared from the satellite map. The wheat field had been deserted for a long time, and the nearby residents had long since left, so it was the most suitable battlefield.

Everyone knew what they were about to face. They had all studied the video of Lu Mingfei's fight with Odin in the Kuimen Project over and over again, but no one was timid and no one was afraid.

The convoy roared forward. Xia Mi and the Maybach were like a sharp sword drawn from its sheath, charging forward bravely. Suddenly, her expression froze as she realized that the entire car had rushed into the rainstorm. This meant that the boundary of the Nibelungen had finally come to an end, and she was about to rush to the battlefield.

But dense and silent figures were running on both sides of the road.

They wore wide hoods, and their eyes beneath the hoods were burning with a fiery light.

At this time, low laughter was heard from the stereos in every car. The laughter was low, but grand and solemn, as if echoing in an ancient bronze bell.

Xia Mi didn't have time to think about it, she just cast her gaze blankly at the Lincoln sedan that Chu Zihang was riding in, following closely behind.

She saw the man sitting in the passenger seat suddenly open his eyes, the color in his eyes was as bright as a knife!

Those were really...evil-like eyes. Hatred turned into substantial flames flowing in the pupils, and the legendary weapon buzzed and trembled.

Sure enough, a person with a mark on his body would definitely feel something when he returned to the place where the mark was left. Chu Zihang had already guessed who was waiting for them ahead.

Odin…

"Chu Zihang! Calm down!" Xia Mi's voice rang out on the public channel. The girl's cry actually made Chu Zihang suppress the almost uncontrollable anger and hatred.

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Chu Zihang realized it when he saw the dark shadows that almost filled both sides of the road.

He is back, although not on that elevated road, although not in that Maybach, but he is indeed back.

The rain is still falling heavily, the silence is still so lonely, and the long road is still shrouded by heavy rain. At the end of the long road is the abyss-like darkness. God is in the darkness, waiting for the arrival of the audience.

He didn't know that the audience came with swords and were ready to chop off his head.

so good.

Chu Zihang slowly drew out the divine sword named Murasame. The sword shone like water, reflecting the dark golden pupils.

After all, fate was kind to him and allowed him to walk into the rainstorm again.

He won't run away this time.

Chu Zihang gently wiped the blade of the long knife in his arms, the corner of his mouth slightly raised, and he stepped on the accelerator while being alert to the heroic spirit outside the window. Susie, who was following closely behind the Maybach, was stunned for a moment.

She remembered that the boy had never laughed so sincerely in front of her.

Chu Zihang just stared straight ahead at the long road illuminated by car lights. His gaze was deep, piercing the endless darkness. He looked like a child who had just woken up from a dream, or a desperado who was running around the world without any worries.

I don’t know how long it was before Chu Zihang finally bent down slowly. He squeezed into the passenger seat, hugged his head with both hands, and buried his head deep.

Then Chu Zihang let out a very light laugh. His shoulders rose and fell, as did his tiger-like back, and his laugh was hoarse and sad.

The child, who had been as tense as steel all this time, suddenly laughed uncontrollably while holding his head and crying. He knew that he was about to reach the end of this road.

That man is dead, and he has become the new god. Last time, Lu Mingfei said that in the Kuimen Project, he tore off Odin's mask and saw a face that looked very similar to Chu Zihang.

He had anticipated this, so when the day came, Chu Zihang would only hold the sword in his hand tighter.

Chu Zihang was probably trying hard to control his laughter, but his laughter grew louder and louder, filling the entire carriage. He laughed and shook his head, and he didn't know when his face was covered with tears.

I'm here to take you on your way, Dad. I'm sorry for leaving you there alone.

And, Dad, I love you, really.

Those tears were so hot that his skin hurt like a knife.

At this moment, a soft and warm hand was placed on Chu Zihang's head. Su Si said nothing. She just gently stroked the boy beside her, like a sister stroking her wronged brother.

"You have a grudge against the thing that attacked Lu Mingfei, right?" Su Si's voice seemed to ring out in the clouds. She was so gentle. She stroked Chu Zihang's cheek with her fingers and said murderous words in such a gentle voice, "Let's go kill him."

Chu Zihang felt that fate was finally on his side. This time, not only could he kill the thing that killed his father, but he could also save his friend in the process. This was great. Lu Mingfei was a very considerate brother. Chu Zihang felt that he had kept his integrity by doing this.

This is great, Chu Zihang thought.

Today, somewhere along the road, whether it's his end or Odin's end, it's all good.

Dad, I'm back to see you.

He said in his heart.

"Okay, let's go kill him." Chu Zihang then slowly sat up again. His golden eyes had never been as dazzling as they were today. All the bones in the man's body were making crisp explosions.

His spine was as straight as a steel spear, and this time he would not run away, because he held a long knife in his hand that would pierce Odin's heart.

God, the time of reckoning is coming!

Chapter 113: The Rainfall (7) ( words long chapter, please subscribe!)

The sharp sword light from top to bottom covered the man's whole body like a meteor. His black windbreaker fluttered, and the dagger lightly hit the blade of the giant sword, like a black falcon spreading its wings in the carnival of doomsday.

In just a moment, Lu Mingfei switched from offense to defense.

This was because the war drums roared behind him, and a new throne slowly rose from the dark and turbulent water. The throne was another eight-legged horse, it was still Sleipnir, but this time the dragonization of Sleipnir was more serious, with dense scales replacing the mane.

The gorgeous scales like metal castings reflected the fierce light like a river of fire, so dazzling and so blinding that the whole wasteland seemed to be illuminated, and every drop of rain seemed to be about to burn at any time.

And another Odin sat high on the throne.

In his hand, he held a strange-looking spear, which looked like Kungunir, but was not Kungunir. It could not lock fate, nor did it have the concept of death and inevitable hit. But that thing was undoubtedly an ancient alchemical weapon, because the lust in Lu Mingfei's hand was making a deafening roar.

It sensed something invading its territory, something as dangerous as the seven deadly sins in the concept of weapons.

The sharp sound of brakes came from far away, and was dragged out in the field of time zero. But Lu Mingfei couldn't be distracted, he was fighting with an Odin, and there was another Odin staring at him from behind.

With the dual blessing of the dragon bone state and the fourth blood burst, Lu Mingfei was able to fight Odin head-on in a short period of time without being at a disadvantage.

He had fought against more than one Dragon King-level target before, so he was certain that even a puppet false god controlled by the strange energy in the mask, the majesty he displayed on the battlefield was no less than that of the larval Jörmungandr.

Although Chu Zihang had said in Tokyo before that Jörmungandr's ability was roughly equivalent to that of the top second-generation species, that was just a guess based on his battle with Xia Mi.

First of all, Chu Zihang had no experience fighting against the next generation. Secondly, although Xia Mi was stubborn in the Nibelungen in the BJ underground, she was definitely letting him go. Otherwise, with Chu Zihang's A+ bloodline, even if he advanced the road to deification to the third or even fourth step, he would never be able to pose a threat to a dragon king.

Lu Mingfei has had experience fighting with dragons of all levels, including Fenrir, the King of Earth and Mountains in the first generation, Norton, the King of Bronze and Fire, Herzog who stole the throne of the White King, and even Norton, the controller of all elements who took away Constantine's power during this period of time and space.

There are also secondary species such as the dragon servants who guard the Bronze City.

When I entered the executive department as the president of the student union, I also carried out many tasks targeting the third or fourth generation species.

Lu Mingfei knew the power of dragons better than anyone else. The dragon king, who possessed all the power in the world, was fundamentally different from other dragons. Even the most powerful second-generation had an insurmountable gap between them and the Dragon King.

Based on his S-level bloodline, Lu Mingfei activated the dragon bone state and pushed the road to godhood to the second stage, which enabled him to challenge or even crush adult second-generation species like Samson in the Bronze City. But even if he pushed the blood burst to the fourth degree, he still couldn't guarantee that he could defeat Jörmungandr who was going all out.

At this moment, Lu Mingfei undoubtedly felt the king-like oppression from the false god Odin. He could not maintain his current state for too long, but Odin's power was as deep and endless as the sea, and it seemed that there would never be an end.

Lu Mingfei roared and swung his knife. He began to regret why he did not bring the seven deadly sins with him, but only brought the most convenient lust.

The sword technique he was best at actually came from the long-lost Two-sword Ten-ryu created by the swordsman Miyamoto Musashi. This style of fighting with two swords was ignored for a long time because it required a high level of strength and endurance from the user. It was a killing skill that had been honed thousands of times on the battlefield.

At this time, Lu Mingfei used this technique to fight Odin.

The shadows still maintained their attacking posture. Affected by time zero, their speed was close to being still. Odin swept the giant sword without paying any attention to the existence of the heroic spirits. One rotten body after another was torn apart by the horrible weapon. Swords collided, metal hummed, and lust was roaring with excitement.

In the world of gods, the fight between kings should be a fight of flesh and blood. The monarchs have no way to retreat, as there is a cliff behind them. They can only tear apart anyone who challenges their authority, even if the other party is a king on another throne.

There were bloody membranous wings on Lu Mingfei's back that tore through the muscles and burst through the skin. When they opened, they were extremely huge, and were a deep and ancient black. When the membranous wings stretched out, the hurricane they rolled up made a whistling sound.

There was only lust in his hands. Although the blade was no longer a dagger after it was extended, he only had one weapon after all. So Lu Mingfei skillfully transformed the Two Swords and One Day Flow into the Natural Reason Flow of swordsmanship during the fight.

This style is not good at flamboyant fencing moves, but rather crude ones.

But what’s the use of a good-looking knife? A good knife is one that can cut off the enemy’s neck.

Just as the secret of the school said, the winner is to remain undefeated until death, the natural rational flow was displayed in Lu Mingfei's hands, it was a madness that would risk his life to cut the opponent in pieces. The muscles all over his body were undulating like flowing water, and there was almost no gap between the bones. The huge recoil force from the hilt made his wrist tremble slightly, but this force was immediately eliminated by the blood as hot as lava and the muscles stronger than a tiger.

The lustful blade brought up an arc of cold light, and launched a counterattack in the meteor-like rain of swords. The blades clashed dozens or hundreds of times in an extremely short period of time. All the hanging raindrops within ten steps around were swept away. In the darkness, only the brilliant sparks when Lu Mingfei's long sword and Odin's giant sword clashed with each other were left. The air currents sharp enough to tear the skin hit the faces of the two people, but no one cared.

Their facial bones were ferocious and their faces were hard. Even the blades could not hurt them at all. Their golden eyes stared at each other and no one was willing to bow!

The knife and the sword collided at a speed unimaginable to ordinary people. The first spark produced by the collision between the sword and the sword had not yet extinguished, and new sparks immediately splashed out, and finally like an inverted galaxy, exuding sharp brilliance.