Dragon Race: Lu Mingfei Returns from Warhammer

Chapter 111 The Trespasser

"emperor!"

Fingel also received the news from Chu Zihang, and his face became serious and dignified, and he no longer had the unscrupulous look of joking around before.

But he didn't rush down immediately, but gritted his teeth and stayed where he was, waiting for Lu Mingfei's orders and arrangements.

"Need support?"

Lu Mingfei asked.

"I was held back, and he seemed indifferent, as if he wanted something else."

Chu Zihang's words were still hurried, and inhuman roars and screams could be heard at the same time.

"I'll let Fingal go down to support you."

As soon as Lu Mingfei finished speaking, Finger immediately smashed down the iron gate of the safe passage and rushed down the stairs.

Although he is usually not very serious, but at the critical moment, he was still not engulfed by the hatred buried in his heart.

"receive."

Chu Zihang replied, and then switched to a high-pitched and fast Long Wen chant.

Jun Yan broke out again!

The dazzling orange-red fireball instantly shattered the stairway under his feet, and was involved with the swift and agile dead waiters. Finally, the violent explosion collapsed the 38th-floor wall, exposing the red-hot steel bars.

Murasame's alchemy field has been activated, and the blade is like red-hot molten iron. Chu Zihang tore apart black deadpools jumping up from the gap in the stairs one after another in the boiling heat.

The heretic "emperor" who is the usurper stands quietly in front of the collapsed wall, wearing a mahjong headgear with the pattern of nine ropes on his face, which gives people a strange and incomprehensible meaning.

The fourteen dead servants guarding him were swept and swallowed by Jun Yan, but he was unscathed.

Chu Zihang looked a little ugly.

Just like before, when the other party was reciting that weird and inexplicable ballad, he rushed down and broke it cleanly with Jun Yan.

But after Jun Yan's explosion, the other party was still standing there intact, with no signs of burnt clothes.

"Is that Lu Mingfei going to end in person?"

"It's really not easy for you to be able to suppress the call of 'Yan Ling. Yong Yi'."

the emperor said softly.

"Shut up, usurper!"

Chu Zihang wanted to kill the heretic, but he was blocked by Deadpool all the time. These black alien shapes seemed endless. Looking down from the gap in the stairs, you can see dense black shadows.

If it weren't for the narrow stairwell in the depths where too many Deadpools could attack at the same time, Chu Zihang would be overwhelmed by their numbers.

These dead servants reminded Chu Zihang of that rainy night, the Lord God Odin who was riding an eight-legged horse.

Surrounding him is this deformed deadpool, as if he is a Valkyrie fighting for him.

"It seems that I can only start a backup plan to stop my losses, otherwise this transaction will lose money."

The emperor still said to himself.

Chu Zihang's expression was obviously angry, and he could feel that the other party didn't care what he did at all.

"You finally showed up! Prince!"

With a roar and the sound of Shen Rumble's footsteps, an angry Fingel rushed down grabbing the chainsaw sword.

Yan Ling. The bronze throne has been opened, and his body surface is stained with a layer of blue, and his already strong physique has grown a whole circle at this time. The hideous muscles are like cast bronze, with a blue luster. It is flickering, giving a very strong metallic texture.

A Deadpool leaped over the wall several times and jumped over Chu Zihang and rushed towards Finger, its sharp claws trying to pierce through and dig out his heart.

But Fingal's bronze-like palm locked the throat with one hand, and the roaring chainsword followed and strangled through the dead waiter's chest.

Without stopping a step, he burst out with astonishing strength, and rushed towards the emperor like a tiger descending from the mountain. His tyrannical physique knocked away all the dead servants who were attacking him.

The emperor seemed to tilt his head slightly in surprise, as if he was recalling who the other party was.

But then he gave up on this plan, stretched out his hand and snapped his fingers.

"boom!"

It seemed that an invisible heavy hammer hit Fingel in mid-air from the side, and he immediately flew upside down and crashed into the group of dead servants downstairs.

He snapped his fingers again, an invisible field was formed, and the movements of the deadpool group suddenly stopped in unison.

Immediately, their dark golden eyes became blazing and dazzling, and their actions became more ferocious and violent.

Fingel's bronze-like burly body was instantly swallowed up by the rushing Deadpool.

"Yan Ling. The gift of the king. If you don't give these cannon fodder a little boost, you won't be able to stop you. I don't want my sacred chant to be interrupted by you. It will spoil my interest."

said the emperor.

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a deafening roar that engulfed Fingel's frenzied group of dead servants like ants besieging their prey.

A little blue giant came out bathed in blood, and one dead waiter after another was twisted off by his berserk force, or ripped apart by the waist.

Dense bronze-colored scales grew from Fingel's body, and his two wide palms were gradually turning into claws. Compared with his burly body, which had grown twice as big, the fiery red chainsword looked like a It is as small and exquisite as a toy.

Bloodshed twice!

Fingel used to be an excellent A-level student of Kassel College, but after the Greenland shadow that ruined most of the executive department of Kassel College, he seemed to have lost his soul and buried his past deeply. buried.

Until now, seeing the culprit who may have single-handedly caused the tragedy that year, Fingel's anger that had been buried for many years broke out completely, just to kill the murderer completely!

The emperor tilted his head and snapped his fingers again.

The body of the dragon that Fingel charged in suddenly stopped, half-kneeling on the ground with difficulty, unable to move.

A Deadpool who didn't know why jumped at him, only to fall heavily to the ground with a "bang", struggling feebly.

A huge, unbearable force suppressed Fingel's whole body, and the ground under his feet was cracking and crumbling at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Wordling. King Quan, this is my favorite among the many words I can imitate."

"You don't need any particular kingly conquest, you just need to crush it with the strongest force."

The emperor seemed to be chuckling, his voice pleasant.

"Fingal!"

Chu Zihang took a deep breath, and cut off the three dead waiters with the lingering light of the sword, and ran towards the usurper heresy while singing Jun Yan.

This heretic... no, an alien!The opponent may be a pure-blooded dragon!
"Ok?"

The emperor sighed slightly, Chu Zihang himself was not worthy of his attention - but the unknown golden light wrapped around Chu Zihang's body made him feel a little strange.

"It's optional."

He didn't care about the changes in the strength and blood of these little hybrids, and snapped his fingers lightly with his left hand.

Ling Ling. Precepts.

Within the influence of the domain of discipline, descendants of dragon blood lower than the discipline user's own bloodline will not be able to use the spirit of speech.

Jun Yan was forcibly interrupted, just like the feeling of being unable to sneeze when you want to sneeze, but the consequences are several times more serious.

But Chu Zihang's still brave steps did not stop because of this. The village rain in his hand tore apart the last few dead waiters who blocked the way, and the golden glow around his body burst into a bright light at this moment.

"Die by the wrath of the Emperor, usurping xenos!"

He roared.

(End of this chapter)