Dragon Clan: Thought So Far

Chapter 50 050. Cut off

The shackles of fate are destined to be cut off today!

Lu Mingfei jumped up from the deck of Monyach, just like Saint George rising from the ground with his weapons high to fight the dragon. The dragon's blood will form a great and glorious cross on the city.

The rage in his hand was completely released, and the weapon that had been dormant for many years finally opened its eyes again. The golden light flowing as fiercely as the sun illuminated the rain curtain, just like a huge meteor falling on the entire Three Gorges water surface.

The white silk thread connects from the tip of Kungunir's spear to Selma's heart. It is the fabric slowly flowing in the hands of the goddess of fate. It is the thread called fate.

Kungunir will follow this white thread in his destiny, and ultimately lead Selma to the tragic ending. Death is inevitable, and parting seems to be just around the corner.

At this moment, Selma's figure actually overlapped with Nono's in Lu Mingfei's eyes. This scene seemed familiar to him, as if it was replaying over and over again in a long and terrifying dream.

The gears of fate are turning again, and the sad ending is ahead.

Lu Mingfei gritted his teeth, and he twirled horizontally in the surging rain curtain, as if dancing a gorgeous and majestic waltz. The fury in his hand extended to eight meters long, with the shadow of a mad dragon. As the glow flowing from those inscriptions condensed, the mad dragon and Lu Mingfei almost merged into one, moving forward towards Kungunir.

When his height reaches its peak, his strength also accumulates to its maximum.

He carries his rage under his arm, like the Immovable King, or like the angry-eyed Vajra.

Lu Mingfei hissed angrily.

He would draw a sword from his armpit in rage, like a samurai from Japan's Edo period. When facing the shogunate's cavalry encirclement, Iai would leap high into the air. When they leaped into the air, Iai's momentum would be maximized.

At this time, the furious tip of the knife rose up, breaking through the rain as thick as the sky, and then slashed down fiercely.

This weapon that should only exist in myths groaned with ecstasy. It longed to chop off the monarch's head, and even more eager to cut off the thread of fate.

Because no matter the monarch or fate, they are all shackles that fetter a certain great life, and the name of that great life is Norton.

Lu Mingfei made a knife from the side. This knife was gorgeous and magnificent, like a meteor shower.

His facial bones were prominent and jagged, so determined, so angry, and so sad. Maxim's Exodus was still being played, but the originally magnificent movement suddenly seemed so sad and desolate at this moment, and the white threads should have It is invisible, but it actually deeply hinders the falling of rage. Its flexibility is a hundred times and a thousand times more than spider silk of the same diameter, and its hardness is even far more unshakable than diamond. This is a material that does not exist in the human world.

Its material is "destiny".

Of course, rage can cut through spider silk, cut diamonds, and cut off the necks of dragons or gods, but it cannot cut off fate.

Just like the Bugatti Veyron, it can never beat time.

But the furious blade still landed on the thread of fate with a mountain-like power. This great weapon roared like a real Norton, and the majestic dragon roar burst out from the blade of this huge sword.

Lu Mingfei felt like he had cut his knife into the thick swamp and was unable to move forward.

The tip of Kungunir's spear also trembled and buzzed. This holy spear that connected destiny actually exuded the majesty of a monarch at this time.

It seemed to come to life, the tip of the gun roaring and making a majestic roar.

Lu Mingfei's expression did not change, he just increased his strength in his hands.

The Seven Deadly Sins have life, so Kungunir, who is greater than the Seven Deadly Sins to a certain extent, should have life.

But his power was only lost in the sea, exerted on the rage, and then exerted on the thread of fate through exposure, but it could not shake the fate in the slightest.

Perhaps it was an imbalance of power, or maybe Lu Mingfei's bloodline under the third degree of violent blood really revived the violent rage as it did in Norton's hands. The place where its blade collided with the thread of fate suddenly and slowly expanded into a huge ball of light. , this ball of light is like a realm of some kind of high-temperature word spirit. There is a layer of air at the edge of the realm, and white-purple static electricity is swimming on it like a dragon or a snake.

The terrifying high temperature and the energy contained in it caused the surrounding raindrops to evaporate in an instant. Lu Mingfei and the space around him seemed to be stuffed into a huge steamer, filled with white mist.

The ball of light continued to expand and actually wanted to swallow Lu Mingfei together.

Just when the edge of the sphere was about to touch Lu Mingfei, a long sigh sounded from behind the young man.

A warm hand covered Lu Mingfei's wrist holding the exposed handle of the knife.

That hand was so warm and powerful that Lu Mingfei actually succeeded in sending the furious blade into the thread of fate!

"Brother, the power you have is not enough. Three times of violent blood only helped you open a small gap in the door of power and strength." Lu Mingze said. He held Lu Mingfei's wrist and immediately felt a huge feeling. Power burst out from that wrist, and the exposed blade became more majestic due to the force, actually increasing from eight meters to ten meters.

It roars to express its emotions to the person who controls it at the moment, that is ecstasy, that is majestic anger.

Lu Mingze and Lu Mingfei were side by side. At this moment, they seemed like real brothers, or maybe they were real brothers in the first place.

"I'll give you my power, brother. Come on, keep trying to cut it off. It's just a fake, it's just a fake. I dare to show the majesty of the king in front of you, and I dare to contend with the rage! I really don't know. Life or death!" Lu Mingze's voice became more and more furious, sharper, and more ferocious. He seemed to be rubbing steel with his teeth, so harsh, so majestic, so high.

Lu Mingfei's golden eyes, which were already comparable to lava, turned to the boy standing next to him.

A slight smile appeared on his rugged face, and he said: "Brother."

At this moment, the white thread connecting the tip of Kungunir's spear and Thelma's heart cracked inch by inch. The Holy Spear of Destiny was trembling uncontrollably. Thelma had opened her arms, and the Desert Eagle dropped from her fingertips. Falling, crystal tears slipped from the corners of her eyes because of fear.

She was so afraid, but because of her ridiculous sense of responsibility and mission, she used weapons that could never threaten the gods to bombard Odin's back.

She really felt that as long as Lu Mingfei died behind her, she would have lived up to her mission as a mixed race.

How ridiculous.

Lu Mingfei turned his attention to the face that was distorted by fear.

That face overlapped with Nono's, reappearing over and over again in his forgotten dreams.

"Brother, you have to be faster, faster. Otherwise, the tragedy will happen again in front of you." Lu Mingze said.

Lu Mingfei roared, completely embedding his rage into the white threads.

The Holy Spear of Destiny suddenly burst out with its final power, trying to break through the blockade of rage, but the horse-killing sword was truly the king of all weapons at this moment. It stood there, and Kungunir could not get close to it. This is not the power of Fury, nor is it Lu Mingfei's.

That was Lu Mingze's power and power.

A huge sigh sounded from the Monyach. This sigh collided and echoed between raindrops. The entire Three Gorges seemed to be trembling, as if the whole world was wailing because of the failure of fate.

The white silk thread connecting the gun tip and Thelma's heart collapsed into countless tiny crystals. There were too many of these crystals, condensing into mist, breaking into wind. One group gathered together and became more powerful, like the dragon's head leading the cloud dragon, leading the cut. The broken thread of fate fled to the sky.

Lu Mingfei felt an extremely terrifying force leaving in front of him, calmly and unstoppably.

Kungunir let out such a heavy sigh, and then it lost its life, falling to the ground as if it had never been owned before.

The world was quiet, Selma's death was forcibly interrupted, and fate was chopped into pieces.

"Senior, you're okay." Lu Mingfei breathed heavily. He no longer looked like a human being, but he still stood up from the ground half-kneeling on one knee to comfort Thelma like a gentle boy.

"Don't worry, you won't die as long as I'm here." Lu Mingfei didn't look into Selma's eyes. He was afraid that his appearance would scare this senior who had never seen the world. He just turned around and faced Olma again. Man.

"You are very lucky, brother. Kungunir is a rigorous and somewhat obsessive weapon. The fate it determines will only happen when it is supposed to happen. You still have several years to prepare." Lu Mingze still held the hand Holding Lu Mingfei's wrist, he looked up at Lu Mingfei, "I really can't do anything to you, and you don't want to trade, so I have to do another customer feedback."

"Something for nothing, 30%, fusion." Lu Mingze's facial features suddenly looked as ferocious as evil ghosts. He held Lu Mingfei's hand so hard that his body became illusory, and those substantial things flowed into the big boy beside him. in the body.

"Who is Odin? A despicable rebel, a despicable rebel! Even the real thing can only kneel and speak in front of us. How can a fake dare to exert power on the king? Kungunir has been dealt with now. A traveler, then brother, go and kill him! Kill that miserable rebellious minister!" Lu Mingze hugged Lu Mingfei fiercely, and he dispersed in the rain.

At this time, Lu Mingfei took a deep breath, as if he wanted to suck all the air in the world into his lungs, and his golden eyes burned silently, like a bright light that never goes out in the wind and rain.

"Thank you, Lu Mingze." Lu Mingfei smiled softly. He held the sword tightly. Now he was walking on the thorns. The never-ending mourning song was coming like a storm from the road ahead. He was ready to participate in some events. Preparations for the deceased's funeral.

Their funerals contained nothing but eternal silence!

"Odin..." Lu Mingfei said softly, "What do you want me to engrave on your tombstone?"

He roared like a lion, and in Selma's eyes, his rising back was as bright as a shooting star.

Time Zero was inspired again. Odin wanted to pierce Lu Mingfei's heart with his hand. He was tired and found it boring.

But something has changed. In the realm of time zero, he should have been the true king, and all the gears of fate in the world should have stopped turning, but the boy waving the knife was not under control at all.

In the realm of time zero, Lu Mingfei laughed wildly and passed by Odin. He landed on the ground and furiously inserted himself into the deck of the Monyach, plowing several meters of cracks on the deck before he suddenly stood still.

Odin also stood still.

But he suddenly fell down, and the iron mask on his face cracked into a huge gap. At the last moment, Lu Mingfei saw the person under the iron mask. The guy looked very similar to his senior brother, like an enlarged version of Chu Zihang. So he put away the knife, but his rage still almost cut off the god's carotid artery, and the god's blood gushed out like a fountain.

The hoofs of the eight-legged Pegasus fell with a crash. It no longer sprayed thunder and lightning, but breathed heavily and stared at Lu Mingfei.

Everything is dispersing in a strange shape, like ink being splashed on a photo.

A Nibelung had temporarily descended on the Maniach, and when the god fell, the Nibelung would fade away.

Lu Ming insisted on reaching out to grab Odin, but his palm passed through Odin's body, like passing through a ghost.

Finally, Sleipnir disappeared. Odin is also missing.

They dispersed with the rain and dew, as if they had never been there.

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"Who are you?" Without waiting for the person in front of him to answer, Nono stabbed out the diving knife in his hand at a rapid speed.

She has received high scores in both physical fitness and combat classes. She is good at using the Atkan sword, as well as short knives and daggers. In such a close contact battle, even the world champion of free fighting is no match for her. .

But she actually missed her thrust, and Ye Sheng dodged her thrust at a very strange angle.

"You finally came."

"You're finally here." The thing that turned into Ye Sheng kept repeating this sentence, and the golden color in his eyes became more intense every time he repeated it, as if an ancient god was awakening in his body.

Nuonuo had a strange feeling. If this thing were allowed to repeat like this, his golden pupils would be more dazzling than the sun. That was a noble right that only a true god could possess.

Nuonuo thought of that stormy night when Odin, riding an eight-legged horse, came in front of her with unparalleled majesty, and repeated these words.

You finally came.

But why do they repeat this sentence? Nono's head hurt so much that it almost split open.

Ye Sheng did not come close, but Nuonuo kept retreating. Her headache was so severe that she could hardly hold the handle of the diving knife.

I don't know if it was an illusion, but Nuonuo seemed to see golden pupils in his own eyes in the mirror that were far more prosperous than anyone else's. He didn't look like a god, but more like a monarch among gods.

But that illusion was fleeting, and she returned to the red-haired miko.

At this time, the door was pushed open from the outside, and a girl with a pale face and red eyes broke into the small space with a shotgun in her hand.

Shuudoku Aki bit her lip with her teeth, and her fingers trembled slightly, but the muzzle of the grenade gun was aimed at the back of Ye Sheng's head without hesitation.

As the deafening gunshots echoed in the activity room of the Monyach, Ye Sheng's head was blown open from the cervical spine upwards, and his lifeless body fell to the ground with blood spurting to every wall of the small space.

But Nono could still hear that majestic and terrifying voice, that voice was still saying, "You are finally here, you are finally here, I will wait for you in the future, embrace fate, embrace the fate of death."

Her heart suddenly began to hurt violently, the same pain she had felt when she was pierced by Kungunir.

Nono's body seemed to have lost strength. She sat down on the edge of the bed suddenly and looked at Shude Aki who had broken in. Her eyes were full of panic and fear.

Aki was also in quite bad condition. Her skin was pale, her lips were pale, and her eyes were red and swollen, as if she had been crying for a long time.

The shotgun that shattered Ye Sheng's head was unconsciously released by her and fell to the ground, making a clanging sound of metal colliding.

Shuudoku Aki finally couldn't help but fell down. She held on to the door frame and burst into tears.

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Next up is the official Dragon Line, with both Constantine and Norton appearing one by one, which I think will be interesting as no one knows how they end up but me. It's great, it makes me feel like I am Teacher Jiangnan, and I am writing the fate of those dragon kings.