Dragon Clan: Thought So Far

"Leave with Christina first, Zero!" Lu Mingfei's voice was calm, but his golden eyes were burning like a firewood bonfire.

The snow was getting heavier, mixed with heavy and dense hail. The dense Japanese fir and larch trees were towering and covered in white. Looking from the mountain to the distance, the snow curtain connected the ground to the sky. Everything was pale, and the vast snow principle was like the undulating back of a white giant beast.

The devil-like low groan of the king made his thoughts a little disordered for a while, but Lu Mingfei had experienced hundreds of battles and had experienced scenes that were ten times and a hundred times more dangerous than this moment, so he became calmer.

Christina and Zero were of course both excellent bloodline owners. They were outstanding in the academy and geniuses that were rare in their respective families for a hundred years, but they were nothing on a battlefield of this level.

In another world, Lu Mingfei had faced the king directly. That thing was not an individual with a real soul, but a powerful shadow warrior controlled by Herzog.

Lu Mingfei had never fought with Wang Jiang, but he knew that his golden eyes were red-gold at the level of the second-generation species.

I think no one in this world can create a shadow warrior of the first-generation level, even Odin's puppets are no match for the real king.

But even against the second-generation species, Lu Mingfei had to concentrate. During the Three Gorges Operation, the dragon servant, whose strength had not yet fully recovered, almost took his life.

"Don't underestimate me, Lu Mingfei! Who would abandon his companions and run away by himself!" Unexpectedly, Christina actually disobeyed the order of the team leader.

Christina fiercely pulled out a narrow and slightly cold dagger from her boots.

The girl casually threw away the cashmere coat that made her look bloated like an emperor penguin. Under the coat was a translucent nude gauze skirt, which fluttered in the storm like cold smoke.

Lu Mingfei was stunned. Although he was a little angry, he was inexplicably moved. It seems that all the guys he has known in his life are crazy, and anyone can die for their friends.

Christina bit a strand of hair between her teeth, her proud chest heaving, her dagger held back with her muscles tense, like a vigilant female leopard.

"You..."

"Well..."

Before Lu Mingfei could finish his scolding, Christina whimpered and collapsed softly.

The beautiful Tartan princess was fully armed and faced the enemy above her head in the best condition, but she did not expect the attack to come from her side.

Zero slashed Christina's neck with a precise and accurate hand knife, and then reached out to hold the unicorn-like light and stubborn little girl in his arms.

Although it looks more like Christina hugged Zero, because compared to the petite and exquisite Princess Tartan, she really had beautiful thighs that were longer than her life.

Lu Mingfei sighed, thinking that this girl was beautiful, but a little stupid, and he didn't know how a proud man like Caesar could like her.

"Hurry up, I'll take her away first." Zero said lightly.

Lu Mingfei was stunned, thinking, girl, you really trust me. Didn't you see the eyes of the guy on the tree? That's a monster of the next generation.

But he didn't say anything, just nodded.

"Leave this mountain and find a way to reunite with my senior sister." Lu Mingfei said.

Ling made a low and ancient chant, and the elements around him rioted slightly. Then a hazy field like a veil spread out like steam with the princess as the core.

Word spirit. Dark light.

Zero's word spirit is the mirror pupil. This bug-like ability not only allows her to understand the operating principles of mechanical equipment and electronic components in an instant, but also allows Zero to temporarily copy and use other people's word spirits.

Jiude Mai's word spirit is also dark light. Her Royal Highness probably already knows this ability by heart, so when copying Christina's ability, it is more convenient than that Tartan princess.

The platinum pupil brushed past Lu Mingfei, and Zero held Christina horizontally and hesitated.

"It's just a puppet. How can such a thing block your way?" she said,

"You should cut through mountains and cut off rivers. To fight against the unbearable fate, you should believe that nothing in the world can block your way."

A moment later, the biting wind swept across Lu Mingfei's cheek.

Zero had already left with Christina.

"Letting your friend leave first reminds me of your ancestors. When they were in Hamburg, he also let his friends go first." Wang Jiang's voice was hoarse and sharp. It was not like the voice that Lu Mingfei heard many years ago when he was controlled by Herzog to talk with Tachibana Masamune in the place of heaven and earth.

It was more like the inherent image of those demons in people's hearts.

Lu Mingfei didn't say anything else.

Although he was asking Zero to leave just now, his attention was always on Wang Jiang who followed Christina to find them.

There are really not many people in this world who can leave quietly in front of him. The only person who can attack Zero while he is on guard is probably the real Dragon King.

"Are you going to talk to me from a higher position than me?" Lu Mingfei said softly after confirming through his earphones that Ling had left a considerable distance.

After saying this, Lu Mingfei was stunned for a moment, and a slight chill seeped into his bones.

He didn't understand why he actually thought like Lu Mingze for a moment, like Lu Mingze, hating anyone who looked down at him...

But now was not the time to think about it, Lu Mingfei slowly stood up, and lust slid down his sleeve into his palm.

His wrist trembled, shaking off the bandage wrapped around the short arc knife, and the blade danced with red-gold light in the pale snow curtain.

Just a seemingly inconspicuous shake of the knife, and the battle had already begun.

The Japanese cedar trembled violently when Lu Mingfei slipped the short arc knife out of his sleeve, as if it was shaking in an earthquake that was about to break Japan apart!

The snow on the tree was accompanied by dense rustling sounds and came down with a crash, and a huge, slightly translucent shadow enveloped Lu Mingfei like a mountain.

Lu Mingfei swung the knife in the falling snow that was drowning him like a torrent, and the lustful blade hummed and extended nearly one meter, turning from a short arc knife into a long knife that could cut a horse in an instant!

The mirror-like blade swept away the thick snow dust and the broken ice mixed in the snow dust. Lu Mingfei moved and swung his sword with great precision. He was unscathed in this brief bloodbath. Through the gap, he looked at the evil ghost who was standing on the treetop, but suddenly his pupils shrank.

Nothing!

Nothing above his head!

As expected, Wang Jiang took advantage of the falling snow to cover Lu Mingfei's sight and hid in the dust, like a ninja hiding in the shadows, making it impossible for Lu Mingfei to catch his figure.

It was a tough opponent. In Lu Mingfei's perception, Wang Jiang's heartbeat was as violent as a copper hammer hitting the ancient bell of the temple, but at this moment he could not hear Wang Jiang's breathing or his pounding heart.

The only thing he could hear was the change in the wind.

The location they were in was the highest mountain near the Tama River. On the other side of the mountain was the drilling camp of the Yamanashi Institute of Environmental Sciences. Looking into the distance from this side, one could only see the rolling mountains and the black city horizon at the end of the mountains.

The oncoming wind should have been as sharp as a knife cutting, but at this moment there seemed to be a whirlwind surrounding Lu Mingfei. He was trapped in the eye of the whirlwind. The piercing knives disappeared, leaving only the spreading snow dust.

These tiny white dusts were lifted up and down by the airflow, but they just didn't disperse, and they enveloped the area of ​​several meters around Lu Mingfei like fog.

He knew that the king was nearby, and the terrible breath was hidden in the wind.

He slowly calmed his breathing and slowly let his heartbeat return to normal.

The lust with a faint glow slowly fell beside him, the tip of the knife was completely still, and Lu Mingfei was like a silhouette of a statue in the snow dust.

Even though he didn't know why this shadow warrior and the person behind him who controlled the shadow warrior chose to tear his face with him at this time, Lu Mingfei had no intention of escaping.

In another world, Lu Mingfei always felt a little regretful for not fighting with this puppet that even Yuan Zhinv was afraid of.

He also wanted to know how incredible Herzog's technology for making shadow warriors had developed.

If Herzog really has the ability to create a puppet of the next generation, it would be the most terrifying thing in the world.

The devil has torn open the barrier between hell and the human world, and is peeping at this world under the sun from the abyss.

"You want to find me by hearing?"

Wang Jiang's voice came from all directions. He laughed softly, his laughter was hoarse, mixed with the sound of whirring wind, as if a hole was torn in the trachea, and the air in the lungs ran out of that hole when he laughed.

"Is this the tradition of your family? But Lu Shanyan's words are sickle weasels, and he is born to use hearing to find the enemy."

Lu Mingfei still didn't speak, but his whole body was tense like a hard bowstring being stretched tight, and the majestic power was hovering at a certain threshold and was about to be pumped to every inch of muscle and every bone by the powerful heart.

To be honest, Wang Jiang's words did not fail to touch Lu Mingfei's state of mind.

Lu Mingfei knew Herzog's life resume very well, his meanness, his insidiousness, his tyranny, his greed, but Jung von Herzog was also a genius geneticist and ambitious man.

This guy graduated from Munich University at the age of 16, and then worked for the Third Reich Biological Institute, where he was the youngest doctor.

The time was around 1930.

And Lu Mingfei's grandfather's grandfather Lu Shanyan left his name in the history of dragon slaying in 1900, fighting with the first generation of the Lionheart Society against the Dragon King named Li Wuyue in the Kassel Manor in Hamburg, Germany.

When Lu Shanyan died, Herzog was not even a fertilized egg, and his father who was erased from history might even be just a minor picking up dog shit in the countryside.

This means that the person who controls the king is definitely not Herzog, but an old guy of the same age as Lu Shanyan, Kassel, and Ange.

The answer is obvious.

Friedrich von Long, the traitor that the principal has been hunting for a hundred years, and the real purpose of Fingel's coming to Japan.

So is this why you, senior brother, came here with me?

Lu Mingfei no longer concealed his bloodline, his eyes narrowed into slits, like the abyss underground slowly oozing out golden red lava.

It was like a tsunami between the ups and downs, as if the entire mountain range was moving with the rhythm of Lu Mingfei.

All the bones in his body were crackling like firecrackers, and his heartbeat was getting more and more frequent and rapid, like a drum being beaten on the battlefield.

Lu Mingfei's whole body was filled with steam in the snow dust, and the valve was opened, and the dragon blood containing the supreme power of the world was rushing in his blood vessels.

The strong smell of blood was spreading from Lu Mingfei's body, and the three-degree blood burst was activated silently, and the hot blood flowed in and out when the iron-blue scales tore through the skin.

The white-hot steam surrounded him for a moment like a roaring tide.

As Lu Mingfei's breathing became heavier, the newly formed sharp scales slowly expanded, swaying in the cold air like shells under the tide, and then snapped together with a crisp metallic sound.

"The Road to the Gods..." Wang Jiang's voice finally fluctuated, and Lu Mingfei's right ear tip moved slightly. Under the third blood burst, he caught a breath that almost merged with the wind.

No matter how Wang Jiang or the person who created Wang Jiang did it, Lu Mingfei doubted that this monster had more than one word spirit.

This was incredible... He had only heard of such a special existence in legends, but had never seen it.

But now was not the time to be shocked. He turned around suddenly and swung the lustful oblique cut.

Reverse cassock!

This is the most fierce and fierce left oblique cut in Japanese swords, which is difficult to defend.

People with strong combat experience will not attack from the back in this situation, so if Lu Mingfei was fighting against opponents like Chu Zihang or Caesar, he would not do this.

But no matter how delicate the king general is, he is just a puppet. In essence, he is either a biological robot or a controlled beast. His fighting skills may be powerful, but his fighting experience cannot be compared with Lu Mingfei, a ruthless man who has been tempered by life and death.

The sharp edge of the lustful blade splashed dense sparks.

There was a gap between the rolling snow dust and the falling blizzard for a moment, and Lu Mingfei saw the pale mask behind him.

The king general's kimono was cut open, and the skin underneath was covered with iron-blue scales, as hard as cold-forged steel.

But it was not these scales that resisted the lustful blade, but another brilliant alchemical ancient knife.

After one strike, Lu Mingfei immediately stopped, turned around and cut horizontally, and the king general immediately raised his knife to resist.

The difference was immediately determined.

It is probably difficult for Lu Mingfei to find an opponent among the hybrids now. He still has spare strength, but the king general stumbled and retreated violently. The blade of the long knife has already had a shark tooth-like gap after only two strikes.

"I really want to see what's hidden under that mask of yours." Lu Mingfei swung his sword with a cold knife. The flying snow dust in the space swept by his golden eyes was immediately like the floating dust in a weightless spaceship that was suddenly pulled down by centripetal force.

The wind domain was breaking layer by layer.

"Yinliu? Or the Eye of the Wind King? In addition, you have another word spirit that can hide your physiological functions. I guess it's winter, or... a ghost?" Lu Mingfei put the knife under his armpit and crouched slightly. All his strength was on his wrist and calf holding the knife.

The terrible noble mask cracked along the bright red corners of the mouth, and under the huge crack was a sharp tooth.

The frenzied blizzard swept across, blowing the hem of Lu Mingfei's coat and the king's kimono.

The so-called king is really just a stronger Deadpool. Only the most severely deformed humanoid Deadpool can have such a cracked mouth, right? (End of this chapter)