Dragon Tribe: Still Thinking Until Now

By now in the battle, Lu Mingfei knew that it was impossible for him to fight against two enemies who could reach the first generation level at the same time relying solely on his current condition. The puppets pushed to the front by the real Odin had such strength. It was hard to imagine what level of opponent the real Odin was.

"I know you are looking at me behind that mask. Your eyes are so disgusting, like a rat hiding in a ditch waiting to eat some rotten meat. You must be plotting something, you must be seeking some power, you look a lot like an old friend of mine." Lu Mingfei slowly raised the knife, his voice becoming more and more deafening, as if there was a thundercloud in his throat and steel between his teeth.

"His name is Jung Herzog!" Lu Mingfei spat out the name that made him hate to the core in a very heavy voice, just like he was spitting out a mouthful of thick phlegm.

The tip of the knife of lust was already pointed at Odin on the low slope. The dark shadows were now crawling on the ground, not even daring to raise their heads.

The thunder that exploded in the sky was like a giant tree blooming on the other side of the world. The pale light illuminated the shadows, the arc of Lu Mingfei's sword, and also illuminated the crack on one of Odin's masks that stretched from the upper right to the lower left. Lu Mingfei remembered that crack. He had cut it with his own hands when he was in the Three Gorges. He even almost killed this god.

Swords and spears were also raised. There was no communication between the gods, but suddenly a murderous intent as if from ancient times burst out.

“Come on! Fight again!” Lu Mingfei roared.

But a hand was placed on his shoulder, and a deep sigh echoed in his ears. For a moment, it seemed that the sound of rain and thunder had disappeared, not to mention the violent gunfire.

Everything turned grey, and the world fell into a vortex where even fate was stagnant. That was not the ability of a certain Dragon King, nor was it an effect that a certain Word Spirit could achieve.

Only the little devil can do this.

"Brother, I'm late." The little boy seemed to be hugging Lu Mingfei from behind. He was so soft, and Lu Mingfei's open and clasped scales pierced his skin, and hot liquid flowed through the gaps between the scales.

"Lu...Mingze." A moment of confusion flashed across Lu Mingfei's eyes.

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Murasame was held in Chu Zihang's hand. The tip of the knife touched the hood of Lincoln, which was slightly shaken by the wind. The sound of metal collision could be heard in the rain.

After three blood bursts, Chu Zihang has completely crossed the critical blood limit. In this state, he can even fight against Jörmungandr.

Jun Yan's territory is expanding almost unlimitedly. It is the arrival of another monarch outside the battlefield between kings!

First of all, the transparent barrier that covered a wide range, the Word Spirit Realm that seemed to be a dust-free land, instantly endured energy far beyond its tolerance threshold, and shattered like a car window glass being hit head-on.

The raging rain curtain was instantly dispersed, and the elemental turbulence generated when the domain was shattered rolled up a huge vortex, howling in the wilderness like a demon.

Jun Yan's domain seemed unstoppable, and the black fiery air world was advancing towards the center of the battlefield like a raging tide. The black shadows crawling on the ground let out a shrill howl. They were wrapped in thousands of degrees of high temperature, and some immediately turned into black smoke and flowed into the boiling water, while others burned from the inside out, their skin and internal organs were burned to ashes, leaving only bronze bones still standing.

The black, ultra-high temperature gas realm was advancing forward at a steady and slow speed, visible to the naked eye. Wherever it passed, huge fires immediately rose on the ground. The dry bodies of the heroes crackled after being weathered by the long years, and the sky was filled with white steam.

Jun Yan's domain annihilated everything in this way, and along with the death that occurred at the same time as silence, it silently came into contact with the dark blue time zero domain hidden in the deepest part.

As the high-temperature black fire snakes coiled around the ripples on the surface of the blue field, Odin, who was about to charge at Lu Mingfei with a huge sword in his hand, slowly turned around.

The eyes, as bright as a gas lamp, did not have a trace of emotion. His sight pierced through the rising white mist, through the dense rain curtain, and through the edge of the blending field, and collided with the sight of Chu Zihang, who was also expressionless and in the same dragon-like state.

They stared at each other, their brilliant golden pupils almost burning into tangible flames. Both of their looks were murderous, yet at a loss, as if they were staring at each other across the underworld, the living and the dead in two different worlds.

Odin's mask made a slight crisp sound, which was drowned out by the rainstorm. But looking down along his brilliant golden eye, fine cracks appeared like lightning splitting the sky. Dark golden liquid flowed down along the cracks, and it was hard to tell whether it was blood or tears.

"Dad, I found you." Chu Zihang said softly, and it was hard to tell whether he was crying or laughing because his hard bones and sharp scales bit each other, locking his facial muscles.

Odin turned around. The giant sword hummed and pointed the tip of the sword at Lu Mingfei in front of the throne. His back was broad and majestic, exuding a majestic majesty in all directions.

Chu Zihang exhaled a deep breath of thick turbid air. His whole body relaxed and he looked up at the sky. His golden eyes seemed to dim for a moment and a childlike confusion flashed across those dim golden eyes.

Then all his muscles tensed up again, his body arched slightly, and his head drooped again.

The man, who was as majestic as a lion or tiger, was covered with dense scales all over his body, like a blue-black armor, and the scales suddenly tightened!

At the same time, the joints are reversed and the nails protrude into claws.

The extended Lincoln, whose hood had been modified so that it could withstand frontal fire from large-caliber bullets, collapsed with a loud bang. The entire front half was torn apart and dented, with electric light flashing everywhere.

He ran wildly, his domain exploded, streams of blazing black fire flashed and disappeared, the high temperature instantly melted the metal beneath his feet.

Chu Zihang jumped up, brandished his sword and was ready to charge into the battlefield of God!

Thunder roared, the rain curtain was shaking, and another lightning across the sky cast a pale light on the endless wasteland. The moment the realm of time zero was broken, another Odin turned around with a bang, and his horse Sleipnir raised his front hooves high, and his breathing was so heavy that lightning fragments flowed out of his nostrils and mouth.

Odin held the twisted bronze spear high above his head, and his eyes were cold, as if he was just going to crush an ant under his feet.

Gungnir, the Holy Spear of Destiny!

Chu Zihang's pupils shrank slightly. Ever since he showed up at the Kuimen Project, he had been looking for information about this weapon from various channels. Only a truly powerful person or dragon could break free from the concept of absolute death and inevitable hit.

But the man who was charging like a lion or tiger was not afraid and did not retreat. He slightly raised his head and stared into Odin's one eye. Murasame slid out a crescent-like arc of light, as if to cut off the fate of death.

Chu Zihang had never seen the real Kungunir, so he didn't know. What Odin threw out was actually a fake. But even so, he was still fearless and even a little happy.

How can you be afraid when seeking revenge? The enemy you think about day and night is right in front of you. You just need to cut his throat, pierce his heart, chop off his head, even if you are splattered with blood, even if you are covered in scars in the process, you must kill him!

If you die on this road, your friend will take your sword and embark on this journey again. He will eventually bring the head of the god to your tombstone to pay tribute to you.

And on your tombstone will be written "Here is buried a man who wielded a knife to seek revenge on God. His name was Chu Zihang. He lived an extremely wonderful life, and when he died he stood before God and never kneeled."

Thinking of this, Chu Zihang laughed wildly. He knew that Lu Mingfei was definitely capable of doing such a thing.

Come on, God, and see whether the fate in your hands is sharp or my hatred is hot!

The sound of the sharp weapon tearing through the air was as deafening as the explosion of a jet fighter flying low over the sky. Chu Zihang waved Murasame, and the blade drew a sharp arc, leaving black flames in the rain.

Thousands of degrees of heat passed by like a gust of wind. When Chu Zihang ran wildly, he brought up a sharp airflow, which swept over the bronze bones that were still standing. Immediately, white ash was blown up, and then washed away by the heavy rain that fell from the sky.

Chu Zihang was like a wanton beast, smashing the rain curtain, white fog and dry bones in front of him. His feet stepped on the ground, and in just a few seconds, the soft soil was immediately dried out, leaving behind a charred mark.

All the accumulated water was evaporated, and the blade reflected the pale light of lightning.

He saw it, right in front of him, something was tearing through the sky like a dragon, smashing the rain curtain, and making a sharp hissing, as if it was falling from the sky and was going to pierce his heart!

Chu Zihang roared and swung his sword in the shape of a cross, blocking any direction in which the twisted iron spear could move.

He wanted to send the blade into the heart of God, so how could he die here?

The speed of the iron spear was even faster than the sound. As it moved forward, the twisted patterns on its surface squeezed the air to form several fan-shaped water curtains that followed it. Lightning tore through the sky again, and the pale light spread unreservedly across the entire wasteland. Chu Zihang jumped up, and the intense heat spread from the point where he exerted force to the surroundings, like a pale dragon devouring everything. All the accumulated water was evaporated, and thick white mist rose with him.

The iron spear whistled down, it was a blow so powerful that even Odin, a creature that only existed in legends, had his chest rise and fall slightly after he threw the spear.

The golden eye followed the trajectory of the spear, as if it wanted to witness it piercing into Chu Zihang's heart and then passing through his body.

Time seemed to have stopped at this moment. The spear that seemed to be thrown from the clouds brought with it a sharp hurricane. The violent airflow alone almost blew away the scales on Chu Zihang's face.

His pupils contracted, but his bones cracked and his knotted muscles rose and fell, unleashing tremendous power.

Chu Zihang had no time to hesitate, the threshold of the fourth blood burst was about to be broken through in the depths of his consciousness!

He had never pushed his blood-blasting ability to the terrifying fourth degree, so it was hard to say whether he was a human or something else in that state.

Chu Zihang's body was already very unstable, and the dragon's frenzy was slowly devouring his rationality as a human being. But at this moment he could no longer hesitate. The darkness deep in his soul was rising and falling like a tide, ready to devour his will.

In the darkness, a tall figure reached out to him, as if to hug him. Chu Zihang also reached out, as if to respond to the hug. He didn't know who that person was, but he felt inexplicably familiar and warm. Like his father.

With a long sigh...

Someone kicked me from the side!

The kick landed fiercely on Chu Zihang's cheek, leaving a hideous footprint on his face.

The kick was so powerful that Chu Zihang rolled on the ground and flew backwards for more than ten meters. When he finally steadied himself and sat up, he felt stars in his eyes and the facial bones that originally covered his face were completely shattered.

His progress in advancing the Path to Deification to the fourth step was interrupted. Chu Zihang looked at the person who attacked him with some surprise and anger.

The man seemed stunned for a moment.

Although that profile had slender and hard bone protrusions and was covered with dense iron-blue scales, he still recognized its owner.

It was Xia Mi, the little junior sister who was often a little jumpy and always liked to pester Lu Mingfei. However, her devilishly ferocious body did not look like that of the fair and soft girl. Instead, it looked more like an angry female dragon.

The girl's golden eyes sparkled brightly in the rain, like a throne always illuminated by candlelight in a dark hall. Majesty heavier than years radiated from the throne.

She was naked, slender and delicate, her collarbone and butterfly bones were still delicate, and her iron-blue scales were regularly interlaced. As the girl breathed, those sharp scales slowly expanded in the rain, and scarlet liquid flowed from the bottom of the scales.

The girl's body was soft, and the temporarily activated scales tore through her flesh and blood.

It was these steel-like scales that pierced the skin and grew thickly, tearing the Kassel Academy uniform into pieces.

Her whole body has been transformed into a dragon, with her knees bent, and her fingers and toes deformed into black claws, but she is still beautiful, so beautiful that it is breathtaking.

But what really made Chu Zihang shudder was the steel spear forged with ancient alchemical techniques. It was held in the girl's hand, and she twisted and struggled frantically, but could not move forward an inch!

A mountain of strength gushed out of that slender body, even the spear thrown by Odin was taken away!

The huge force was transmitted from the spear to Xia Mi's body, and then through Xia Mi's body to the ground under her feet. The spear twisted in her hand and tore the skin on her palm, and hot blood splattered.

The ground cracked under Xia Mi's feet, extending into a huge ravine. She finally stretched out her other hand, and actually grasped the iron spear with both hands, then forcibly stopped it from twisting.

A huge roar came from Xia Mi's palm.

She twisted the nearly indestructible alchemical weapon.

Sleipnir under Odin let out a heavy neigh. It could no longer remain calm. The true king had arrived, and the false kings should kneel down!

Xia Mi raised her face and let the rain flow down. Her golden pupils became hotter and hotter. Her facial bones made a slight "cracking" sound and twisted. Her mouth became bigger and her teeth protruded like sharp swords.

"How dare you!" she roared angrily.

Xia Mi's bent knee joint burst out with extraordinary strength, and her figure disappeared in the rainstorm with the help of high-speed movement.

But everyone knows where her goal is.

God also began to panic.

Chapter 115 Boss

In Chicago, Illinois, the gentle breeze stirs the sparkling Chicago River. People are constantly flowing along the riverside, and the flow of cars is as orderly as a torrent of steel.

Behind the huge French windows of the presidential suite at Hyatt Regency Chicago, a tall girl looked down at the crowds on the street. And on the route that the CC1000 train of Kassel College must pass, a drone transmitted signals via satellite, and the conquest in the rain was clearly presented on the hotel's huge indoor projector.

Jiude Mai's gaze seemed to penetrate the distant distance and fall on the battlefield, where there were gods and gods, and kings and kings.

It was just like the legendary Ragnarok, where everything that had anything to do with gods rushed to the battlefield with swords in hand.

Su Enxi, wearing white velvet pajamas and burying herself in a velvet quilt, looked relaxed, holding potato chips in one hand and a highball glass filled with iced vodka in the other. She had sleepy eyes and a rosy face, as if she was watching some interesting family ethics drama.

"Is it okay to let our little guinea pig deal with something like Odin alone? I'm really worried that he will be beaten to death." Jiude Mai frowned.

"Have some confidence in our baby. Look, look, how beautiful his cut is! This Yan Fan! So handsome! And he has eight pack abs. He is truly a handsome man of the male god level. I even want to use his photo as wallpaper!" Su Enxi clenched her fists excitedly.

Jiude Mai's brows were getting tighter and tighter. "We have captured the second-generation species hidden in the diamond mines by the locals in South Africa before. In that operation, we called in seven Horn tanks provided by the South African military and dispatched elite mercenaries in the three digits from the Middle East, Siberia and Mexico. Even so, we suffered heavy losses. Odin is more powerful than the second-generation species. And there is no doubt that the Camarilla did not seek help from the US government in this operation. They did not dispatch tanks, let alone an organized army to join the battle. Can they really get away with it by relying on those unreliable students from Kassel College?"

"That's not some unfocused student. Let me think... First is Chu Zihang, whose bloodline rating should actually be S-level and whose golden eyes never go out, who was considered to have an S-level since the entrance exam. Then there's Caesar, the heir that the Gattuso family has high hopes for, and Chen Motong, who's almost gone crazy. Oh, and there's our cutest princess." Su Enxi smiled. "You look so nervous. Don't worry. You see, the boss cares so much about Lu Mingfei. That kid's name has been crossed out from the book of life and death, and he can't die."

"More importantly," Su Enxi said incoherently while chewing potato chips, "that little dragon girl is also here. Odin in this state cannot defeat her."

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Just an hour ago, Su Enxi and Jiude Mai accepted the invitation of their boss and held their first meeting of this spring at the Hyatt Regency Chicago Hotel.