Wu Sheng Lu Mingfei of the Dragon Clan

Chapter 321 The Battle of Caesar

The church's reputation is not obvious, but its sphere of influence is very wide, and it is distributed all over the world, except of course, except for the ancient countries in the Far East.

In the great geographical discoveries of the last century, churches were frequently active. Their curiosity and desire for the history of the Dragon Race is no less than that of the Secret Party, but the two concepts are completely different. One firmly sends the Dragon Race back to the grave. On the one hand, it is just the opposite. The church dreams of witnessing the return of the Dragon Clan.

If you read a few pages of church history, you can appreciate the madness of this group of people. Almost all black magic masters in European history came from this organization. Their tradition of using human sacrifices continued until the twentieth century. Many Shocking horror legends, water monsters, savages, wolf children, a large part of them are written by the church. Even after Columbus discovered the New World, they were the biggest buyers of black slaves. The essence of black magic is evil alchemy. As a currency, refine the essence of spirit and flesh, try to break through the shackles of the critical bloodline, reach the rank of God, and turn into a dragon.

It's a pity that changing bloodlines is an unattainable dream of mixed-race alchemists. No matter how much the church studies, they are always stuck before the 50% critical blood line.

One can imagine the attitude of such a mixed-race organization towards the Dragon Clan. Therefore, when they heard that Kassel's S-rank killed the Emperor of Bronze and Fire, their anger almost ignited them, and they wished to rush into Kassel immediately. , Execute that damn S-Class.

In fact, they did the same, but there was no news of all the congregants who entered Kassel. The highest institution of mixed race located in Fengshan is like a devil's cave that cannibalize people without spit out bones. Its depth is invisible. It is frightening, and no number of human lives can fill it.

Just as the church was about to put Lu Mingfei aside and talk about it later, this legendary S-rank unexpectedly walked out of Kassel.

"Where do you start?"

Ivan asked.

"recent."

Lu Mingfei looked at the early morning city outside the car window, the lights of street lamps and car lights complemented the sky full of stars.

There are still two hours until dawn.

"Come one by one, don't mess up."

"Since they are at war, let's continue."

…………

Dark Temple, Las Vegas branch.

No lamps were lit, and there were no candles.

In the silent darkness, there are only pairs of golden pupils that can press.

The light in their eyes reflects each other's shadows, which are either far or near, short or long on the ground.

On the pulpit, the priest pressed the black-covered Bible with his hand, reciting incomprehensible words, a strange silence enveloped the place, the lines and graphics were distorted, and time seemed to turn back. The firewood is crackling and crackling, the splashed sparks are floating, and they are gone before they hit the ground. The elders of the tribe tell ancient stories. Time flows like a stream, and the stories become myths. make people crazy.

"May the subject be with you and me."

The priest ended his prayer and distributed the Holy Communion. It was done quietly, no one spoke, and the footsteps were so light that there was almost no sound. In front of each congregation, there was a glass of water and a piece of bread.

It's just that the color of the clear water is always a bit weird.

"boom!"

The door was violently knocked open.

Pale moonlight shone in.

Step by step, step by step, the man walked among the crowd.

All the golden pupils looked at him.

click.

He turns on the flashlight.

The white light reflected the man's haggard face.

His lips were trembling, and it could be seen that although the man had tried his best to remain calm, this eerie church still made him nervous.

He repeated nervously.

"Crazy, crazy, all crazy!"

The golden pupils stared at the man quietly.

These are the vertical pupils of a cold-blooded animal. Being stared at by it is like being targeted by a natural enemy, and even the thought of resistance will be lost.

The flashlight scanned more and more randomly, illuminating the faces under the hoods, which were the owners of the golden pupils, with icy eyes and equally icy scales.

The man's breathing became more and more rapid.

This scene was like a nightmare, and he really wished that he was in a nightmare. He heard people say that as long as a person realizes that he is dreaming, he can wake up immediately. He told himself over and over again that this is a dream, this is a dream, this is a dream, but These lunatics, these golden pupils and scales on their faces are still there.

"Gudong."

His throat moved, and he suppressed the urge to run, Anna!anna!anna!He took out half of his savings and asked a detective to investigate, and finally found this place, the girl who haunted him, they met on the university campus by the Rhine, they discussed academics and niche music together, and they were alone late at night Watching "Pulp Fiction" and "The Pianist on the Sea" in the cinema, and then singing Michael Jackson loudly in the empty streets, they enjoyed the future two-person trip together, going to Paris, France in autumn, and Russia in winter, he was worried and sweet Looking forward to proposing to her during the trip, and occasionally worrying about whether the income and savings of the two of them are enough for their future life, he has never heard Anna mention her family. He found her embarrassment in the dodge, and thought that their love would not be blessed by Anna's family. Although it was a pity, he would not give up. He firmly believed that Anna loved him, just as he loved Anna deeply.

So he never thought that one day, Anna would leave him.

In the letter of leaving, Anna told him not to try to search, it is meaningless, she wants to return to the embrace of the Lord, this is a holy baptism, this is the highest evolution, Anna told him not to be sad, and hoped that he could be happy for himself.

He is almost going crazy.

The loss of Anna made the fire of his life falter. His heart, soul and all his enthusiasm were given to Anna, but he did not choose to die. He wanted to find Anna, which was the meaning of his life.

It was as if he had been struck by lightning.

The flashlight's halo enveloped the girl.

Although the golden pupil is very cold, although the scales are very strange.

But there is no doubt that she is Anna!
He pulled out his pistol, hurriedly opened the safety, roared roughly, and brandished the gun like a wild man wielding a torch to drive away wolves. Fear bit his heart, leaving only one thought in his blank mind.

Anna!

Yes Ana!
I want to save you!

He saw something abnormal in Anna's parting letter. The words "baptism of the gods" and "evolution" made him very nervous. He firmly believed that Anna was bewitched, and the parting letter was Anna's distress signal to him. Now Anna's golden pupil and The scales also proved this point, his guess was correct, Anna was bewitched, this damned evil church, he must save Anna from here!
The black-robed congregation separated to both sides in silence. He stumbled and finally arrived. The man's haggard face showed a gleam of light, hoping to rekindle the fire of his life. He wanted to live and live with Anna.

He hugged Anna.

He laughed.

It was a smile from the heart of a child.

Anna and he looked at each other, and there was no emotion in the golden pupils like cold-blooded animals.

"go!"

He confronted the black-robed congregation vigilantly.

He turned his back to Anna.

"Anna, don't worry, I have a gun, I can protect you!"

He held the gun clumsily, and he looked like a novice Xiaobai.

His other hand was thrown back, waiting for his Anna to bring it up.

Anna's golden pupils flickered.

There was a long silence.

He hurriedly urged.

"Anna! Quick, what are you waiting for! Let's go!"

These words seem to be working.

Anna's twinkling golden pupils calmed down.

Her sleeves were raised, and the sharp claws of the machine stretched out, over his hand, and in front, his heart.

"Anna, you are still hesitating..."

He turned his head, probably worried about his girlfriend, and his movements were large and fast.

So, quite coincidentally, his heart brushed against Anna's claw.

There are three bloody wounds on the back.

There is also a whole arm thrown high.

He screamed, covered his broken arm, screamed again, looked at Anna in pain, sweat and tears mixed together, his face wrinkled, choked up and said "why" "why" and repeated Anna's name over and over again.

Ana licked the blood from her paws.

The mixed races are ready to move, they smell the smell of blood, how fragrant and intoxicating!
The priest seemed to be ignorant. From the beginning to the end, he bowed his head in silence, reciting profane scriptures.

No mortal can catch his eye.

But that one can.

The priest who bowed his head and chanted opened his eyes and looked towards the door.

He came by moonlight.

The brilliance of the stars and the moon can only set off its stalwart body.

The hybrids found out.

They raised their heads vigilantly, with forked thin tongues protruding from their mouths, and dozens of pairs of golden pupils, all looking at the approaching people in unison.

The visitor walked boldly, with the demeanor of a soldier while walking. His majestic figure propped up his clothes, and his golden hair was like Apollo in ancient Greek mythology, a god bathed in the sun's radiance.

Caesar glanced around, and the last focus of his eyes was the priest on the pulpit.

"Cassell Executive Department Commissioner, come with us."

The priest lowered his eyes and prayed.

"The merciful Lord divides his flesh and blood among his people."

A certain restlessness is spreading.

The heavier ones drink the water of communion.

"Crack!"

"Crack!"

Cups fell to pieces on the ground.

Caesar ignites his golden pupils.

The majestic golden color examines every congregation.

They trembled in the black robes, and the trembling became bigger and bigger. The deformed claws slid unconsciously, sliding out deep ravines on the ground. Neither soil nor metal could stop their minions.

The only one who wants to stop it is the legendary one, which kills metal and revives it, a product born under the technology called alchemy.

Dick Tweet!

No one found out when Caesar made the knife.

Mixed race, no, after drinking clear water, it should be Deadpool.

They only saw Caesar beheading a Deadpool.

His movement of swinging the knife was nothing fancy, pure slashing, the alchemy weapon Dick Tudor collided with Deadpool's sharp claws, the situation was one-sided, Deadpool was thrown flying, and more Deadpool rushed forward.

Caesar's golden pupils are so bright.

Show all the ugly faces of Deadpool.

When he took a step, Dick Tudou was in the low position, then he slashed upwards, and the hunting knife went up from the bottom. The king's power was irresistible and irreversible, and the dead waiter flew out screaming.

He took a step, stopped for a while, the right leg that supported the body's center of gravity did not move, and it did not shake, and the left leg was raised and tightened. The steel on the sole of the boot, the facing bone of the calf was like a blade, and the thigh was full of potential energy, but not enough.

The strength moves in the body, he cultivates the monarch, the monarch who dominates the world, he is the king.

No Taboo: Beng Fist!
Who said boxing can only be done with punches?

The real no taboo, that is, no matter boxing, leg, palm or fingering, it is all up to me.

Kick Deadpool with one leg.

This moment freezes.

Caesar's blond hair shook.

His legs were as high as his head.

Deadpool didn't fly backwards immediately, nor did he attack Caesar, but was limp, like plasticine.

next second.

The force that penetrates the body explodes.

Deadpool's eyes were bulging, like a goldfish, and he had never experienced such domineering force in his body, his internal organs and abdominal cavity were in a mess.

At the same time, the deadpool brought by the burst of strength knocked into a row of similar people, grunting, crashing, and fell into a gourd.

Caesar lowered his legs.

He raised his head, condescending, and his golden pupils swept across the audience.

Deadpool surrounded him on all sides.

This scene is like a lost group hunting on the African savannah.

In the past, Caesar was also a lion.

Now he is not.

Lion is not enough to describe him.

Caesar moves on.

His quilt has been upright.

It is also tall and straight when swinging a knife.

Deadpool is faster than hybrids.

This is the power they gained after their fall.

After A-level hybrids fall, they can get A+ or even S-level speed and strength.

This is also the compensation for their loss of rationality and speech.

In the past battles of the Kassel Executive Department, a large part of the sacrifices of the commissioners were due to these depraved deadpools.

The C-level and B-level hybrids couldn't even see Deadpool's movements clearly, and their throats were cut before they could react.

Caesar didn't even look at it.

He just moves on.

In the process of moving forward, the knife is released.

With a slash with his right hand, he cut off Deadpool's claws.

The Desert Eagle in his left hand savagely stabbed into Deadpool's mouth. Caesar pulled the trigger, clicked and clicked. His hand was terribly stable. The desert eagle's terrifying recoil seemed to be non-existent, and the magazine was emptied in one breath. The cavity effect made a huge gash in the back of Deadpool's head.

Deadpool fell to the ground softly, Caesar let go, and let the Desert Eagle fall. Although this is a rare and precious alchemy weapon, each bullet is engraved with runes and mixed with a certain amount of mercury. The next step is to maintain the killing of mixed races and even Deadpool.

But it doesn't matter.

Stained with Deadpool's blood, it's a bit dirty.

No matter how precious it is, he doesn't want it.

Caesar went on.

Cut while walking.

The out-of-group Deadpool have nothing to do with him.

There are already more than a dozen Deadpool corpses lying on the ground.

The rest of Deadpool began to fear.

Grotesque as they may be, they are still creatures, and beings are to be feared, unless dragons rise from their graves to lead these mournful creatures themselves.

Deadpool is the most loyal soldier of the dragons, and even death after death cannot stop them from charging.

The premise is, for the great dragon.

"never mind."

Lu Mingfei bandaged the man's severed arm and said something.

The man was dumbfounded and didn't respond.

"Can't understand Chinese?"

"still……"

Glancing at the man's gaze, there was nothing but ashes inside.

Lu Mingfei shook his head.

He walked to the priest at the pulpit.

"Sacrament is the medicine that catalyzes Deadpool, you church."

Lu Mingfei said.

"It's really annoying."

(End of this chapter)