Dragon Clan: Lu Mingfei returns from Warhammer

Lu Mingfei looked around and confirmed that he was still in the warm and comfortable four-wheeled vehicle.

But time seemed to have stopped. He could see the stagnant raindrops and mist on the car window.

The boy was sitting between him and Chu Zihang.

"Who are you?"

Lu Mingfei was alert and grabbed the canvas bag in his arms.

"Brother, it's still too late for you to get out of the car."

"Your name was not on the invitation list for the funeral."

the boy said softly.

He was wearing a black evening gown with a plain white collar flower on his collar, and his delicate face was full of sadness.

But the next moment, a strong hand locked his throat, and Lu Mingfei's fierce and cold face was reflected in his eyes:

"shut up!"

Lu Mingfei was not merciful just because the other party looked like a child.

These descendants of the Holy Angel, the Great Gene Father, have always been the coveted targets of the Chaos Heretics.

Therefore, in that cold universe, Lu Mingfei had already experienced thousands of illusions that tempted him to embrace chaos and fall into the abyss.

His will has long been as unshakable as fine gold.

"Ahem...you've changed so much, brother."

"Where is that bad kid who wants to be loved?"

Even though his throat was being strangled, the boy still showed a gentle smile and spoke to him softly.

"I told you to shut up!"

Lu Mingfei shouted coldly, increasing the strength of his hands, trying to expel this "illusion" from his world.

But the boy was not much affected.

His gaze became extremely deep, as if he wanted to see through Lu Mingfei's entire being.

After a while, he sighed quietly, and his figure gradually became blurry and unreal:

"Since you insist on attending this funeral...then as you wish, brother."

“I look forward to the performance of your unyielding soul in His presence.”

Demonic whispers hung in the air.

Time returned to normal from this moment, the rainwater flowed down the car window, and countless raindrops immediately exploded on the car window.

The traffic jam seemed to have been resolved, and the black beast was once again speeding through the storm.

"I heard that you had a big party on your eighteenth birthday? It was really grand."

"That's okay, get to know more friends, smile, don't always have a cold face..."

The man driving the car was still muttering various questions and instructions to Chu Zihang.

It's just that Chu Zihang didn't seem to have any desire to communicate with his father, and kept looking sideways out of the window.

They didn't seem to notice anything strange about Lu Mingfei just now.

"Bang bang."

Suddenly, there was a knock on Chu Zihang's car door.

Chu Zihang was stunned for a moment, and then a look of horror appeared on his face.

This Maybach is running wildly on the elevated road at a speed of 120 miles. Who will knock on the door at this time?

The knock on the door rang again, this time it seemed like four or five people were knocking at the same time——

No, it didn't seem like it. Chu Zihang really saw four or five black figures lying outside the dark car window, seeming to be staring at him in the storm.

"What are those?"

A sense of crisis arose in Lu Mingfei's heart. Could it be a trap set by the devil just now?

Chu Tianjiao also noticed Chu Zihang’s expression and shouted in a low voice:

"Son, don't be afraid...sit tight."

The pointer on the cold blue instrument panel showed that the speed continued to increase, and in a moment it exceeded the speed limit and reached 180 mph.

But the people in the car only felt as if they were staying in place. The car had no vibration, no sound, and no inertia.

It seemed that only the sound of the heavy rain falling on the roof of the car was real.

Maybach is still accelerating like crazy, accelerating...

There are more and more dark shadows.

Under the projection of an unknown mercury light source, they silently surrounded the Maybach and opened their eyes together.

Like countless pairs of golden fireflies flying in the darkness.

Chu Zihang held his head and curled up in pain.

"Bang bang bang bang bang bang..."

The black figures began to tap on the car window again, and pale palms could be vaguely seen printed on the glass.

"Go away! Go away!"

Chu Zihang waved his hands in fear, as if he wanted to drive away these black shadows.

"Son, don't be afraid...I'm here."

Chu Tianjiao grasped the steering wheel tightly with both hands and comforted him.

His eyes were fixed forward.

"I'm sorry, uncle, I'm going to make your car dirty."

Chu Zihang suddenly heard Lu Mingfei say this.

Only then did he remember that besides himself and his father, there was another unfamiliar classmate sitting in the car.

"It's okay, classmate Lu Mingfei...if you want to pee, just pee. You are already very brave."

Chu Tianjiao said in a comforting tone.

Lu Mingfei didn't answer. He opened the canvas bag in his arms and dumped all the contents on the leather sofa chair.

Those are all kinds of tools and mechanical components——

Wrenches, screwdrivers, switch handles, metal frames, small engines, centrifugal clutches...

The other party threw away the canvas bag and began to assemble the components piece by piece, with a look of concentration on his face.

"Are you... assembling a chainsaw?"

Chu Zihang watched the other party pick up a cutting chain covered with sharp teeth, quickly and skillfully combined it with the sprocket and guide rod and fixed it.

The saw blade of the electric saw is fully formed.

What's going on?

Is he trying to play a rainy-night version of The Texas Chainsaw Massacre?

"almost."

Lu Mingfei just responded in a low voice.

Chu Zihang wanted to ask something else, but a shrill and harsh voice suddenly sounded in his ears.

It was like something sharp scratched on the steel and glass, making people's scalp numb.

Chu Tianjiao grabbed Chu Zihang's wrist with his backhand, pulled him from the back seat to the front seat, and threw him on the passenger seat.

"fasten your seatbelt!"

Chu Tianjiao's face was as hard as iron.

But Chu Zihang just held his head in pain, his body trembling uncontrollably.

"Did you see a vision?"

"I'm sorry, I always wish this day would come later..."

The father held his son's hand and revealed to him the dark side behind the curtain of this peaceful world.

The Maybach's speed has reached the limit of 275 kilometers per hour, and the engine tachometer pointer has jumped into the dangerous red zone.

There was only mercury light ahead, and nothing could be seen clearly, as if he was running towards the silver sea.

But shadows were still slapping against the car windows in all directions.

Chu Tianjiao pulled out something from the car door.

It was a slender Japanese sword, with a water-clear blade sliding out of the dark scabbard.

The middle-aged man who was driving and chatting about his son's trivial matters actually had an aura as sharp as a long knife in his hand.

The veins on his wrist were pulsing furiously, and he stabbed the left car door with a knife.

He drove this Maybach as if it had really transformed into a ferocious black beast, moving around in the heavy rain.

The exposed half of the blade was its sharp teeth, tearing apart the black shadows that entangled it, and then smashing and crushing them with its heavy body and limbs.

Black blood splashed all over the car windows and even seeped in through the cracks.

Chu Zihang's face turned pale and he said in a trembling voice:

"You...you are killing people."

Before Chu Tianjiao could answer, Lu Mingfei's cold words rang out from the back seat of the car:

"No, they're aliens!"

Lu Mingfei didn't know when he assembled his weapon——

A hand-held chainsaw with a handle attached.

A metal protective cover is installed on the upper end of the saw blade, leaving only one sharp saw tooth exposed;

The engine that makes up the power part is installed under the handle, making it look like a simpler whole - a combination of a chainsaw and a machete.

Lu Mingfei's momentum also changed.

From the moment he held this weapon in his hand, he changed from a student who studied hard to a veteran who fought out of the dark battlefield.

His eyes reflected the overwhelming hatred for the black figures outside the window.