Lu Mingfei doesn’t want to be a superhero

Late at night, the roof of the school church.

Seeing the hot masked lady walking into the church, Lu Mingfei and Xia Mi looked at each other on the roof.

Xia Mi was a little embarrassed.

She had just promised that the Dark Side Lord would definitely come, but in the blink of an eye, a guy who looked like a mixed race came.

Really, is Kassel College’s security system a sieve? It's not surprising that the Dragon King and the Dark Side Lord would sneak in, but how could a hybrid sneak in!

"Ahem," Xia Mi coughed lightly, trying to save face, and analyzed, "Although it is not difficult for the Dragon King to distinguish dragons disguised as themselves when face to face at close range, the Dark Side Lord is after all The first-generation species is not that easy to see through, so although the guy below looks like a first-generation species, we cannot rule out the possibility that she is well disguised..."

"I know her." Lu Mingfei said.

"Ah?" Xia Mi twitched the corner of his mouth.

"She is definitely not a dark side monarch, and she probably cannot be a dragon." Lu Mingfei added.

If Mai Shutoku was really a kind of dragon, she wouldn't need to rely on ancient dragon serum to improve her bloodline and save her life when she was in the Bronze City.

"It's not a dragon..." Xia Mi was a little unwilling to give up, "Are you sure?"

"How about we make a bet on whether she is a dragon." Lu Mingfei complained.

"Then there's no need." Xia Mi shook his head quickly.

Just when Lu Mingfei wanted to take the opportunity to criticize her again, Xia Mi's eyes lit up and interrupted: "Someone is here again! This time it must be the Dark Side Monarch!"

Lu Mingfei looked down and saw a burly figure approaching from a distance.

"Pfft..." Xia Mi covered his mouth and sneered.

The man who came over was wearing a short-sleeved T-shirt. Just from the muscles in his arms, you could see how tall and majestic he was. He looked like an opponent that was not easy to mess with - but he had a KFC paper bag on his head. It's too comedic.

This KFC paper bag looks quite clean, but two holes were cut out for the eyes, revealing the iron-gray eyes at the back, which makes it even more comical.

"Did his image come from a KFC commercial set?" Lu Mingfei couldn't help complaining.

"I think he might also be the Dark Side Lord. After all, no one said that the Dark Side Lord can't be a comedy character, right..." Although he knew that this guy couldn't be the Dark Side Lord, Xia Mi still tried to save something for himself. face.

"What a coincidence, I know this one too," Lu Mingfei said.

Fingel! Do you think I can’t recognize you if you put on a KFC paper bag? Lu Mingfei complained in his heart.

But he couldn't figure out why Fingel came here.

He knew that Fingel's identity was not simple, and he also knew that Fingel was the disciple of the vice-principal, so he couldn't understand the reason why Fingel came here - he and the principal also told him about fishing with a fake keel cross. The vice-chancellor and the Beowulf chief.

Logically speaking, it is impossible for the vice principal to tell Fingel the truth about this matter, and he should not be allowed to come here.

Watching Fingel walk into the church, Lu Mingfei looked at Xia Mi: "Junior sister, are you okay? Is there really a dark side monarch coming?"

Xia Mi was silent.

"Hey! Someone's here again..." Xia Mi looked at the third figure approaching from a distance, "This must be it!"

The third person was wearing a light gray formal suit, a Florentine white shirt, and even a silver-gray scarf. He felt like he had just arrived from a cocktail party. The golden and ocean blue eyes under the forehead are particularly eye-catching even at night.

Lu Mingfei looked at it intently: "Don't think about it, this is not the case either."

"How can you be sure?" Xia Mi said harshly.

"I know this one too," Lu Mingfei said.

"Why do you know all the people who went to the ice cellar to attack Dragon Bone Cross? You still say you are not a villain!" Xia Mi complained.

"After the principal reported the discovery of the Dragon Bone Cross back to the school, in order to expand the scope of fishing, he naturally did not hide it from the secret party families, so the elder families and school director families had already sent a delegation to the college in advance. Stationed there, it is convenient to discuss how to deal with it as soon as the dragon bone cross is delivered - in fact, to put it bluntly, they are fighting each other to share the cake." Lu Mingfei pointed to the third figure, "He is the secretary of the Gattuso family delegation. It seems to be called Patsy, I have seen his information. "

Xia Mi looked at the sky speechlessly.

Was her prediction wrong?

Impossible! As the smartest Dragon King, how could she make a mistake in her predictions!

"Wait, someone else is here." Lu Mingfei said.

"It must be the case this time... Damn, it's not the case!" Xia Mi's eyes twitched.

Not to mention Lu Mingfei, she also knew the person who came this time - the Beowulf patriarch who was currently coordinating the principal's affairs in the school.

There are not many people in the school who don't know this old guy, so Xia Mi has naturally collected information about him.

"Wait!" Lu Mingfei pressed Xia Mi's shoulders, "Be careful, something is not right this time..."

Xia Mi glanced at Lu Mingfei and backed away silently like him, hiding himself in the shadow of the cross at the top of the church and watching Patriarch Beowulf walk in.

It wasn't until Beowulf entered the church that Shami asked, "What's wrong?"

"Chief Beowulf himself is part of the fishing plan," Lu Mingfei said. "According to the plan, he, the principal and the vice principal should have been waiting in the ice cellar earlier tonight."

"You mean, this Beowulf is fake and the real Beowulf is already in the ice cellar?" Xia Mi raised an eyebrow.

"Yes." Lu Mingfei nodded.

"A disguise that is enough to deceive me... It is indeed the Dark Lord!" Xia Mi's eyes lit up and she breathed a sigh of relief - as expected, her prediction was not wrong.

"You seem relieved."

"Ange and the alchemist are also in the ice cellar?" Xia Mi changed the subject.

"Yes, the vice-president is going to activate the alchemy matrix inside - it is a super matrix that can fight against the second-generation species and weaken the first-generation species after activation," Lu Mingfei said, "If it weren't for this protection, they wouldn't dare to use the dragon bone cross to fish in the ice cellar."

"If Ange, the vice-president and Beowulf are all in there, then the three people who went in first..." Xia Mi suddenly thought of something.

Lu Mingfei spread his hands: "It is estimated that it is more dangerous than good."

...

In the ice cellar.

Jiude Mai looked at the scene in front of her expressionlessly-

Ange, holding a folding knife, stood in the middle. On his left was Beowulf, the chief holding a crystal-like four-color elemental sword, and on his right was a middle-aged fat uncle dressed like a cowboy holding an alchemical revolver.

She turned her head and looked at the two people not far from her-

a fool with a KFC paper bag on his head, and a pretty boy in a suit.

It's over.

Jiude Mai knew that the risk factor of this mission was very high, but she didn't expect it to be so high-the people standing in front of her now may be the three strongest people in the entire Western mixed-blood world!

She had just sneaked into the ice cellar, and before she had time to see what the dragon bone cross looked like, she ran into Ange and the other two.

Then two ignorant young men broke into the other two passages.

"Ah..." Jiude Mai sighed.

"Ah..." Ange sighed.

"Hey! Why are you sighing?" Facing this legendary dragon slayer, Jiude Mai didn't respect him very much.

"None of you three should be a dragon, right?" Ange's eyes twitched.

He couldn't see through the disguise of dragons, but just by looking at the expressions of Mai Jiude and Percy, he knew that these two guys couldn't be dragons - any dragon with a higher bloodline would not show such a desperate expression of "I think I'm afraid I will die here today."

Percy took a step forward, trying to maintain his demeanor, bowed slightly, and then said: "Principal Ange, what's going on? As a representative of the Gattuso family, I followed the order of the acting patriarch and entered the ice cellar with the white card representing the authority of the school director and the authority of the school director to check the dragon bone cross, but this incomprehensible situation has occurred. I hope that you, as the principal, can give a reasonable explanation..."

Even though he was quite a distance away from Percy, Mai Jiude still subconsciously took two steps away from Percy.

The next moment, an angry shout broke out: "Explain your uncle!"

The mighty figure rolled up the air flow and instantly appeared in front of Percy, punching out.

Percy subconsciously fought back with a knife. I don't know which fighting style he learned in the world, but this knife attack was indeed extremely sharp and blocked the wrist of Chief Beowulf.

Chief Beowulf shouted angrily, his shoulders shook, and the muscles on his arms swelled instantly, and his entire arm became two times thicker. Before Percy could see what happened, he only felt a strange sense of weightlessness, and then a sharp pain came from his chin.

Beowulf took a step forward, and his other leg suddenly raised up, and his knee pressed against Percy's waist, making it impossible for him to maintain balance through waist strength. His big hand, which was enough to wrap half of a basketball, grabbed Percy's clothes on his chest and threw him to the ground fiercely!

"Puff-cough-" Percy, who was thrown to the ground, bounced up and fell from the ground, almost suffocating.

The man wearing a KFC headgear next to him took a breath of cold air.

"Hmm? Why, you want to fight with me too?" Chief Beowulf stepped on Percy's chest and turned to look at Mr. Kentucky.

Mr. Kentucky raised his hands neatly: "Surrender!"

Just kidding, using the bronze throne to fight the immortal, people who are not tired of living will definitely not do such a thing.

Jiude Mai was a little disappointed. Although the guy wearing the Kentucky headgear was a little funny, he looked quite strong. If he fought with Beowulf, he should have a chance to escape in the chaos...

"Don't think about it, you can't escape," Ange's voice sounded from behind Jiude Mai, "If I can let you run away, the three of us old men will retire early and enjoy our old age."

Jiude Mai:...

As a top ninja, she experienced what it meant to be like a thorn in the back for the first time in her life.

In front of Ange, she, a ninja who was good at appearing and disappearing, couldn't even react.

Chief Beowulf grabbed Percy's leg and dragged him towards the vice-president, complaining: "What's going on? The ones who should come didn't come, but the little mice who shouldn't come came out in a nest..."

"Wait a minute!" The vice-president suddenly spoke, staring at Beowulf, "Old friend, are you a man or a dragon?"

Beowulf was stunned for a moment, and then he cursed: "Flamel, has your brain been damaged by mercury?"

"If you are not a dragon," the vice-president swallowed his saliva and pointed behind Beowulf, "then the one behind you is a dragon."

Beowulf turned his head sharply.

Behind him, in the passage leading to the ice cellar, a figure exactly like him was walking out, but the footsteps landed silently, so he didn't even notice it.

Almost at the same time when Beowulf turned his head, Ange behind Jiude Mai disappeared, and a vague figure appeared beside "Beowulf" at the entrance of the passage, swinging a bloody folding knife and slashing down.

"Ding——"

The crisp sound spread like water waves. Originally, the ditches around the ice cellar were flowing with refined mercury solution as the driving force of the alchemical matrix, but at this moment, these mercury solutions seemed to boil up in an instant.

Ange appeared beside the real Beowulf patriarch holding a folding knife, his arms trembling slightly.

He stared at "Beowulf" who came out of the passage. At this moment, a slender tail had stretched out from behind the other party, which looked almost the same as the whip used by herdsmen, except for the blade-like bone tail tip at the end - it was it that collided with Ange's folding knife just now and bounced it away, leaving only a scratch-like mark on the surface.

"Second generation?" The Beowulf patriarch casually threw Percy, who had just breathed, aside and asked Ange in a low voice.

"It's hard to say, maybe more than that." Quietly, Ange had entered the second blood explosion, and scales silently appeared on his body.

It's not that he had never seen a second-generation species, but no second-generation species could use the bone spurs on its body to fight against the folding knife in his hand, but only scratched it!

The low and solemn dragon language sounded, but it did not come from the mouth of the dragon in front of him, but the vice-president behind was chanting loudly.

As he chanted, the green mercury solution in the ice cellar flowed rapidly, as if it had turned from a calm ditch into a miniature river, emitting a little fluorescence.

The fluorescence outlined a half-dead and half-thriving world tree in the ice cellar, and a magnificent domain instantly enveloped this empty underground space.

The dragon roared loudly, but it spoke in human language: "Devoured Dragon Bone Cross! Lowly scum, you have done the most stupid thing!"

As it roared, its body suddenly swelled up and turned into a dragon man nearly five meters tall...

As it spread its membrane wings, lightning spread in the air like branches, and wherever it passed, the power of the alchemical matrix was torn apart, and the metal ground under its feet was peeled off layer by layer like feathers, flying in the air.

Jiude Mai, Mr. Kentucky and Percy, who had just climbed up from the ground, all wisely rolled and crawled to hide behind the "bunker" - the ice cellar stored a large number of priceless items, some of which were famous for their "solidity", such as sarcophagi, statues or bronze tablets, but at this moment they could not bring people any sense of security as bunkers.

"Let's go together..." Angers whispered.

He couldn't activate the third degree of blood explosion, because he needed to retain some of his sanity and share the effect of "Time Zero" with Beowulf...

The dragon roared loudly, and the lightning around it spread for dozens of meters, leaving a burning mark on the metal ground with every step.

Its domain clashed with the domain of the alchemical matrix, and a layer of spherical gas visible to the naked eye emerged around it, and sharp explosions continued, as if a thousand machine guns were firing around it.

"It's so noisy!" The heavy metal block came from a certain direction, passing through the lightning that spread for dozens of meters around it, breaking through its domain, and accurately hitting the dragon, knocking it off balance.

The atmosphere was quiet for a while.

Lu Mingfei yawned and walked out of the passage, saying hello to Ange: "Principal, good evening."

The dragon that was hit by Lu Mingfei slowly turned his head and stared at the boy who attacked him without knowing whether to live or die.

It flapped its membrane wings violently and rushed towards Lu Mingfei. The air condensed into a wall in front of him, like a mountain falling down.

Lu Mingfei grabbed the metal box behind him and smashed it to the ground. With a series of mechanical sounds, the long metal box opened to both sides like a fan, revealing seven metal swords. The dragon roars in the mechanism became louder, as if a group of dragons were playing music.

The dragon that almost rushed to Lu Mingfei suddenly stopped.