Zongman: The post-2D era

On the back of Pegasus, Odin's figure was majestic and cold. He was wearing silver-white armor and holding an ancient spear. The tip of the spear flashed with cold light, pointing directly at Feng Feng and Lu Mingfei.

Odin's eyes are like the abyss, emitting a heart-pounding light, as if he can see through all the secrets of the world.

Chapter 920 Kungunir

Friday, January 6

At the Heart Realm Morning Light Second Research Center, Accelerator was preparing his second robot in front of the screen to invade the Bronze City.

"Chen Guangwei, you said you found another Nibelungen. Is this game copy easy to play?"

Chen Guangwei stared at Feng Feng's figure on the screen, analyzing the data and sighing:

"That is a world in a mirror, but there is Kungunir in it. This spear of destiny is the legendary weapon of Odin!"

The lights on the night watch tower of Kassel College were flickering. Principal Angers persuaded and swore to kill his night watchmen to ensure that Feng Feng would be fine.

Feng Feng and Lu Mingfei were fleeing in a panic at this moment, and Odin's figure flashed on the mirrors, water surfaces and even metal surfaces around them.

"It seems that our Master Lu has been completely abandoned by the principal, and Caesar has taken over."

Lu Mingfei and Feng Feng fled into the workers' dormitory of an abandoned factory. The dormitory was dark and the air was filled with rust and mildew.

The two men acted quickly, picked up the broken tools in the house, and smashed the only mirror frantically. The lens flew everywhere, and the fragments were scattered all over the ground, flashing cold light.

Then they found a few broken barrels and stirred up the dusty puddle next to them, making it turbid. In a panic, they overturned several metal lockers, making them make a deafening roar to avoid any possible reflection.

After doing all this, the two sat on the ground back to back, breathing heavily, sweat sliding down their cheeks and dripping onto the dusty ground, splashing up tiny wisps of dust.

Lu Mingfei took a breath and turned to look at Feng Feng, his eyes full of confusion: "Why did we flee here? This place looks abandoned for a long time."

Feng Feng wiped the sweat off his face, his eyes determined: "This is where Chu Tianjiao used to work. I found out that he mentioned some secrets."

"Perhaps, there will be something hidden here that can help us fight against Odin, some unexpected gains."

In the dim dormitory, the two began to search carefully with the weak light of the flashlight, searching the old wooden box in the corner, the dusty workbench, and even the scrap parts scattered on the ground.

Suddenly, Feng Feng found a yellowed photo among a pile of debris. On the back of the photo were a few blurry words: "There are more than one Kungunir."

Lu Mingfei curiously leaned over and looked at the yellowed photo from over Feng Feng's shoulder.

In the center of the photo, there is only a dead tree with six branches, no leaves or greenery, which looks particularly desolate.

Under the illumination of the flashlight, the light jumps along the texture of the tree fork, as if telling the vicissitudes of time.

At the end of the tree fork, tiny cracks can be vaguely seen, like marks of time, recording unknown secrets.

Feng Feng gently stroked the blurred words on the back of the photo with his fingers, his brows furrowed, as if he was trying to decipher this sudden clue. The air was filled with a tense and expectant atmosphere.

Lu Mingfei curled his lips, moved away from Feng Feng, sat down on the dusty ground, crossed his arms, with a playful look in his eyes.

"Hey, Senior Brother Feng, stop staring at that crappy photo. It's just a dead tree with six branches. What does it have to do with Odin's Gungnir?"

"Could it be that Odin's craftsmanship was not good enough, and his hand slipped when he was making the spear, so he sawed the World Tree crookedly, and failed several times in a row, leaving only these six broken branches? This idea is a bit too outrageous."

As he spoke, he did not forget to make a few exaggerated gestures, as if he could really see Odin holding a saw and sighing helplessly at a giant tree.

“Not necessarily impossible!”

Lu Mingfei looked at Feng Feng's pensive expression, a helpless smile appeared on his lips, and he said sarcastically: "Brother Feng, if you keep staring at that tree, we will really become Odin's prey."

"The key is to find a way to deal with Kungunir. Otherwise, even if we flee to the ends of the earth, the old man Odin's shadow will follow us."

As he spoke, he stood up and brushed the dust off his butt. The beam of the flashlight danced on his face, reflecting a look of determination.

Lu Mingfei was suddenly stunned for a moment, and then he found the entrance to the basement under the bed in the dormitory. He turned around and looked at Feng Feng who was still immersed in the photo, with a bit of anxiety and expectation in his eyes:

"Hurry up, Senior Brother Feng, we have to act now. We can't let that old guy Odin catch up with us!"

After saying that, he pushed the door open with force. A gust of cold wind mixed with the smell of rust blew in his face. Behind the door was endless darkness and unknown.

Lu Mingfei and Feng Feng stepped into the basement cautiously, the flashlight beams in their hands swaying in the dimness, casting mottled light and shadows.

The air in the basement was filled with an old and mysterious atmosphere, as if every inch of space concealed secrets of the past.

One wall is covered with photos. In the photos, Chu Zihang and his mother have warm smiles and their eyes are shining with longing for the future.

The edges of the photo have turned yellow, but the warmth still penetrates the dust of time and touches people's hearts.

Feng Feng approached slowly, his fingertips lightly running across each photo, complex emotions flashing in his eyes, as if he was conversing with the souls of the past.

Lu Mingfei was observing quietly from the side, feeling inexplicably moved and awed, but his attention was more focused on the countless red lines above his head.

The beam of Lu Mingfei's flashlight slowly moved upwards and finally stopped on the mottled roof of the basement.

There, an intricate network of red lines quietly unfolds like the veins of history.

Feng Feng stood on tiptoe and followed the red lines with his eyes.

The red line network is interwoven into a huge tree-shaped pattern, with countless branches extending upward from the roots at the bottom. Each red line seems to carry a heavy history.

At the root of the tree, a huge black symbol was clearly visible. It was the mark of the Black King's death, exuding an ominous aura.

As the red line goes upwards, the tree pattern gradually forks, each branch representing an era of the dragon clan, a family, or a dispute.

Those red lines meandered on the roof and finally converged at the top of the tree canopy, forming a bright point of light, as if it was the glorious culmination of all dragon history.

Lu Mingfei had a dull expression, his golden pupils lit up, and he pointed out the historical sequence of the Fengfeng Dragon Clan, starting from the death of the Black King, and several knots in the red thread.

Feng Feng suddenly realized, staring at the Death Knot and muttering: "Destiny Knot, the cause and effect transformation in alchemy, is this the principle of Kungunir as the Spear of Destiny?!"

In the basement, the tense atmosphere suddenly intensified.

In the distance, a dull and powerful sound of horse hooves rang out like thunder, echoing in the narrow space.

The unique pace of the eight-legged Pegasus seemed to step on the heartstrings of the two people, shaking them endlessly with every step.

Feng Feng and Lu Mingfei looked at each other, their eyes full of determination and unwillingness. They knew that Odin's pursuit was following them closely and was now within reach.

The sound of horse hooves became more and more rapid, accompanied by gusts of cold wind, and an invisible pressure enveloped them.

Outside the factory, a black shadow was seen galloping in the darkness. The figure of the eight-legged Pegasus gradually became clear. On it sat Odin in a black robe, with Kungunir in his hand flashing with a cold light, pointing directly at the two of them.

Chapter 921 Three Doors

Saturday, January 7

At the Heart Realm Morning Light Second Research Center, Accelerator adjusted his second robot in front of the screen and began to invade the Bronze City.

Chen Guangwei stared at Feng Feng's figure on the screen like a nympho, analyzing the data and sighing:

"I have located the world in the mirror, but Feng Feng has also been located in London!"

Feng Feng and Lu Mingfei were fleeing in a panic at this moment. Odin, riding on an eight-legged Pegasus, seemed to be teasing them behind them.

Feng Feng suddenly stopped and turned to face Lu Mingfei, his eyes flashing with determination: "Mingfei, for our dignity, go back and fight Odin to the death!"

Lu Mingfei panted heavily and continued to run forward with a look of fear on his face, as if he didn't hear Feng Feng's words:

"I'm just a student! My dignity is the score on the test paper. Everything will be fine if I pass. Why would I need to fight with a monster like this?"

As he ran, he complained wildly in his mind, but he didn't dare to slow down his pace at all. Odin's cold and mocking eyes seemed to be able to devour him at any time.

Feng Feng sighed helplessly, his voice slightly vague in the wind: "Ming Fei, how many points did you get in the exam to make your dignity so vulnerable?"

Lu Mingfei looked back as he ran, his face pale, his eyes full of self-mockery in despair: "The highest... was only over 70 points! And this is the result after I risked my life! Do you think there is still hope for me?"

Before he finished his words, the stone under his feet was kicked away by his hurried footsteps, drawing a lonely arc in the air.

Lu Mingfei's figure shuttled through the city alleys, like a rabbit being chased by a hound, jumping up and down and asking: "Brother Feng, have you prepared an escape route for the whole day?"

"How about we surrender to Odin?"

And those more than 70 points of dignity seemed to be blown away bit by bit by the wind in this endless escape, leaving only heartbreak and helplessness.

Feng Feng and Lu Mingfei hid in an abandoned hospital, breathlessly. The dim corridor was filled with echoes.

Lu Mingfei was just about to ask Feng Feng about the escape route when suddenly, without any warning, a deafening roar of thunder rang out in the clear sky.

A dazzling flash of lightning streaked across the sky, as if the sky was torn apart. The two looked up and saw that the ceiling above their heads began to flash with strange light.

The path they walked on seemed to be pulled by an invisible force, gradually converging and eventually forming a complex alchemical formation on the ground that emitted a faint blue light.

The two people's escape routes are closely connected, and an ancient and mysterious atmosphere fills the air.

Feng Feng and Lu Mingfei staggered up to the dilapidated hospital rooftop. The scene before them made Lu Mingfei's eyes widen, his surprise beyond words.

At the edge of the rooftop, the light of the alchemy array became more and more dazzling, and three illusory doors appeared out of thin air, like cracks in time and space. There was an unknown world behind each door.

One of the doors emitted a familiar and warm light, hovering quietly above Chu Tianjiao's basement not far away, like a lighthouse guiding the way home.

Behind the door, there seemed to be the sound of gentle wind and faint conversations, tempting them to step into an unknown safe place.

The voices of Chu Zihang and Xia Mi could be heard faintly.

"Is this the Nibelungen Gate that your father guards?"

"You step back first. There may be danger behind the door. The principal told us to rescue the trapped Feng Feng and Lu Mingfei and then close the door immediately!"

Lu Mingfei's heart was pounding. He held Feng Feng's hand tightly, his eyes flashing with unprecedented determination: "Brother Feng, we are saved!"

"I decided to meet Odin with more than 70 points of dignity!"

Feng Feng and Lu Mingfei pressed against the edge of the rooftop, their eyes penetrating through the layers of rain and locking onto the arrogant Odin downstairs.

Odin raised his spear high, silver lightning leaped on the tip of the spear. It should have been a thunderous blow, but he slowly turned his horse's head, and the eight-legged Pegasus stepped into the air and galloped in another direction.

In that direction was an escape passage emitting a hazy white mist. At the end of the passage, the street scene of London was vaguely visible, like a secret bridge between two worlds.

Lu Mingfei was stunned and couldn't help complaining: "This guy is too shameless. He didn't even chase us? Or is he more interested in that passage?"

As he spoke, he pulled Feng Feng's hand and swallowed nervously, his eyes showing both relief and confusion, as if the scene before him was beyond all his imagination.

"Brother Feng, let's go quickly!"

Feng Feng pushed Lu Mingfei hard and said in a low and urgent voice: "Mingfei, go find Chu Zihang behind that door quickly, I will cover you!"

Lu Mingfei staggered a few steps and looked back at Feng Feng, only to see him standing alone on the edge of the rooftop, staring intently at the downstairs with a sharp gaze.

Odin has ridden his horse into the fog, and the scene in the escape passage has become clearer and clearer. An antique 19th-century carriage is coming out of the fog in London, with intricate patterns carved on the body of the carriage, revealing a kind of luxury that does not belong to this era.

The coachman was dressed in a tuxedo, a tall hat, holding the reins, with a solemn expression, as if he was welcoming a distinguished guest in an ancient ceremony.

Odin raised his spear high, the silver lightning and the candlelight on the carriage complemented each other, the two slowly approached each other in the fog, a battle across time and space was about to take place, the picture was frozen at this moment, full of mystery and uneasiness.