Brass Dragon in the Dragon World

Chapter 194 Healthy Activities

When Lu Mingfei and Kaiser crawled out of the ground covered in blood and mud, the executive officers arrived a long time ago and led a group of five-year-old logistics staff to shovel Clark's body from the ground.

"Basically, it's a success." Ender finished drinking a bottle of Coke, and handed the bottle to the executive officer next to him: "Zihang, what do you think?"

"Barely passed," Chu Zihang pondered for a moment, and added: "But for the first battle, plus the restrictions you gave me, master, it's not bad."

Lu Mingfei lowered his hands and said weakly: "This...is this completely different from the Deadpool I saw before?"

"All living things will be eroded by dragon blood, it's nothing more than fast and slow." Ender explained: "But it's the first time I've seen a half-breed who is about to turn into a dead waiter be eaten by ordinary people. It's just getting weirder."

On the way back to the car, Caesar was very quiet. Perhaps his own inadequacy stimulated his nerves, allowing him to silently recall the details of the battle and grow up in reflection.

Lu Mingfei, on the other hand, has been in a state of excitement. It may be difficult for him to kill people, but it is not difficult to kill a monster that seems to have escaped from Resident Evil.

Ander chatted with him, observing his reaction. It was obvious that Lu Mingfei had learned a lot from the previous battles, and he was planning to go to the equipment department to apply for a better rifle to replace the one that couldn't kill anyone. small pistol.

"Uncle De," Lu Mingfei thought for a while and finally said, "What do you think of the target's last sentence?"

"What do you think?" Ender asked back.

"He seems to be pursuing immortality or something, but you, Uncle De..." Lu Mingfei looked at the still young Ander.

"I can live to be two thousand years old, but ordinary humans can only live to be 70 years old. It's not fair?" Ander sneered: "According to what you say, I still think it's unfair. Why can the dragons in this world live forever, Lao Tzu Will be limited by lifespan?
So I'm going to kill and set fire, and try my best to prolong my life?

Then I might as well turn myself into a dracolich. "

"But this is immortality. How many emperors and generals want this." Lu Mingfei was a little unconvinced.

"This is the idea of ​​the ephemeral species. Because of the ephemerality, they long for immortality. The truth is that immortality is within reach for me. Even with the current hybrid technology, immortality is very easy." Ender was not angry. He glanced at Caesar in a daze and said, "You might as well ask Caesar how those ancestors of their family lived forever."

Caesar raised his head blankly, and his brain just recovered from the thinking just now. He showed a warm smile, and then said: "As far as I know, the patriarch of each generation of Gattuso will use a special liquid instead of blood. A series of alchemy equipment, keep the body alive, and wake up the family when they need to make decisions."

Lu Mingfei shuddered: "It sounds like a vampire."

"Yeah, transforming into an undead creature is probably the easiest way to obtain immortality," Ender added: "If you want, I might be able to turn you into a mummy or something."

"Forget it...forget it." Lu Mingfei waved his hand: "Uncle De, didn't you say that I am still young, so I don't need to think about these issues."

"That's right, okay, we've almost arrived at the stop, you two get off first." Ander looked at the Kassel school gate which was close to Chichi, and said to the two people in the back row: "I'm going to do something with Zihang. Activities that are good for the mind and body.”

Lu Mingfei and Caesar looked suspiciously at Chu Zihang driving Ander farther and farther. Lu Mingfei asked Caesar, "Boss, what are activities that are beneficial to the body and mind?"

"My nominal father would often use such words," Caesar shrugged, "and then he would bring a woman to the house every time, and of course sometimes it was a man."

"Ah, Uncle De would actually do that kind of thing?"

"Obviously not, but obviously the nature of what they are going to do is the same," Caesar clenched the hammer in his hand: "If you don't bring us, you probably think we are in the way."

On the other side, Chu Zihang drove the car back to the north of Chicago again. The car stopped in front of a manor on the outskirts of the northern city. Ander got out of the car and took out a two-handed warhammer like a magic trick in his hand, or pressed the button. In Ender's own words, a special staff.

Facing the organization that dared to enter the academy to assassinate Angers, the executive department gave an extremely aggressive revenge plan, and the first step was to pull out the nails they left in Chicago, the gangsters who sold narcotics.

The Enforcement Department had done this kind of thing a few years ago, but there would always be people who didn't want to die growing like weeds, and Ender didn't mind being a lawnmower once.

Nodding to Chu Zihang, Ander stood in front of the cold gate of the villa leaning on his warhammer. The magical aura flashed on Ander's body as if desperately. When the light dissipated, a giant more than three meters tall stood in front of the gate. The skin takes on a rocky texture.

The next moment, the muscles on Ander's arm erupted, and with a low voice, he hammered on the gate carved with patterns. Amidst the creaking sound of steel, the gate flew out along the main road of the manor. far away.

What would a warlock do if he wanted to let off steam and someone happened to touch his head next to him?
Those who like the evocation system may call out flames and frost, giving the opponent a double-height of ice and fire.

And those with a darker heart will give the other party a charm, and then watch the other party do something they like to see involuntarily.

But for Ender, he prefers to add a bunch of buffs to himself, and then use his own hands to hammer the opponent into a pulp under the fearful eyes of the enemy.

Coria, a gangster in the Chicago area, was awakened by a burst of gunshots. Through the window, he watched in despair as a giant with a warhammer walked into his manor, and the weapons of the bodyguards seemed to him like Tickle general weakness.

The giant just let them run out of ammunition, and then walked unhurriedly to them, crushing each other's head with ease.

Kolya’s intuition honed from the streets when he was young immediately issued a warning. He got out of bed with fat and short legs, put on his pants at a speed that didn’t match his age, and quickly walked towards the inside of his manor. run to the shelter.

"As long as I can reach that place, that place, I will..." He said to himself, and the moment he opened the shelter, he was desperate.

The giant stood in his large, ammunition-stuffed shelter, holding his treasured dagger, staring at him with yellow vertical eyes and a mocking smile on his mouth.

Kolya knew that he was dead, so he knelt down and begged, "Please give me some time and send my family members abroad. If I die, they will be torn to pieces by my enemies."

Ender pinched the opponent's head indifferently: "Don't worry, your enemy will come down to accompany you soon."

(End of this chapter)