Dragon Race: Lu Mingfei Returns from Warhammer

Chapter 151

When Lu Mingfei said these words, the other school managers had already noticed the quietly changing atmosphere in the air.

But they didn't expect that the atmosphere would turn into a storm sweeping the audience in the blink of an eye!

Lu Mingfei's figure disappeared instantly, leaving only the scarlet silk flannel floating in the air.

Amidst the piercing screams, the long table in front of the school managers had become fragmented in the fierce sword wind, and the flame of the shattered long candle had not been extinguished before a more dazzling light lit up.

Those were the pairs of golden pupils lit by the school directors—if they could become the heads of mixed-race families, their bloodlines would naturally have the highest rating.

Frost School Managers are no exception.

But before their eyes caught Lu Mingfei's figure, Frost's shocked roar sounded in their ears first!

Frost was the only one who reacted among the people present - because Lu Mingfei's killing intent was only aimed at him.

He even imagined in his heart that the boy would be angry because of this, but he didn't expect it to be so completely fatal.

The alchemy long sword that might have harvested the lives of the next generation of the dragon race slashed like silver lightning, and it was aimed at his heart, aiming to kill him with a single blow.

Death's scythe has never been so close.

Before the long table shattered, his fingers struck the final blow, and then his eyes shone with a golden glow.

The other school directors at the meeting widened their eyes. No one had ever seen Frost like this, like a beast driven to a corner.

Except for Angers who is highly active on the battlefield of dragon slaying, other big figures of the secret party rarely show bloodline ability, especially Frost, he feels like the kind of high-ranking old plutocrat who can just wave money. Killing most people in the world, the will to fight as a dragon slayer may also be worn out by alcohol and a luxurious life.

But at this moment, he was roaring loudly, and pulled out the sharp stabbing sword hidden in the cane. The sword was as fierce as the sea, and launched a desperate counterattack against the 17-year-old death god.

It can't be said to be useful, but it can't be said to be useless either——Lu Mingfei frowned slightly, the ubiquitous air suddenly became as sticky as glue, his actions were so slightly restricted, and the sword that erupted in Frost In the end, the falling point of the sword tip deviated from the position of Frost's heart.

But this is not important.The blade of Jingyue has pierced into Frost's chest, and the next step is to cut the heart and body in half with the blade——

It just might be bloodier.

"dong dong dong"

Heavy footsteps like drums came from behind him, and ferocious monsters rushed into the meeting room, stomping on the fragments of the long table at an astonishing speed and heading straight for Lu Mingfei!

The body surface of these monsters is covered with blue-gray scales and pale bones. Only the dark suit cloth strips left on the bulging muscles can prove that they were once human.

Lu Mingfei was not surprised by their arrival. When he was listening outside the door, the malicious eyes he felt came from these followers of the Gattuso family.

Since Frost dared to invite him here, he must be prepared to violently suppress him.

These people may be mixed-race elites trained to fight against aliens. At this moment, they are all standing on the opposite side of Lu Mingfei, and the scream of the cavalry knife piercing the air in their hands is chilling.

Blood gushed from Frost's mouth and nose, and the golden light in his pupils shone to the extreme.

He wrapped Lu Mingfei in his spiritual domain, and the air seemed to turn into a swamp that devoured people, slowing down Lu Mingfei's movements and speed to a minimum.

And Frost took this opportunity to lean back and escape from the blade that pierced his chest, and fell to the ground and turned over several times in embarrassment.

"Don't hold back..."

He roared loudly, and gave orders to those followers who were rushing towards Lu Mingfei, but in the next moment, he swallowed back the words that he hadn't had time to utter in his throat.

A pair of hazy holy golden light wings stretched out from behind Lu Mingfei. With the display of the light wings, Yan Ling's power instantly collapsed!

Lu Mingfei's bright golden eyes swept over indifferently, making Frost feel helplessly suffocated.

Then he turned around, the silver long sword still dripping with blood in his hand, and turned around to harvest the lives of those monster-like followers of the Gattuso family.

It took about six seconds. None of the entourage's blades or fists could touch Lu Mingfei. All I could see were lightning-like sharp edges piercing through the scales and bone armor on their bodies. Spits from the wound like a fountain of scarlet.

After this short killing time, Lu Mingfei came back to his senses again and glanced at Frost, who was still slumped on the ground, to continue the unfinished purification process.

"Don't really care about them, Mingfei."

Anger's helpless words sounded, Yan Ling. Time Zero field enveloped the entire conference room, the flow of time was slowed down to the lowest, and the blood left by Jingyue Jianfeng dragged out a scarlet tail that slowly stayed in the air middle.

Lu Mingfei looked at Anger with his shining golden pupils. He was maintaining a sword-stretching posture, and his figure was as vigorous as an eagle flapping its wings. Such a scene in ancient Greece would at least allow artists to create a few more A sculpture that will last forever.

He was not within the amnesty scope of the time zero domain—apparently Ange was really afraid that Lu Mingfei would kill Frost.

"Out of respect for you, give me a reason not to purify him, Principal Angers."

Lu Mingfei said slowly, the pair of wings of light behind him swayed slightly under the constraints of Time Zero.

"It's useless for you to kill him. Frost is just a man in charge introduced by the Gattuso family. If he dies, someone else will take his place and retaliate against you with all his might."

"I know you're not afraid of them—to be honest, I didn't expect you to actually kill a subspecies...maybe even higher." Anger grinned, biting the corner of his cigar, "but killing Frost It really doesn't do you any good, your angel group still needs time and resources to improve and grow, to save his life, at least I can convince other school managers to invest in you."

"Just as you said, the warrior is also the logistics that needs to provide him with food and weapons. And we still have a lot of aliens that need to be purified, don't we? There's no need to waste time and energy on these things."

Angers spread his hands.

"Heretics are also within the scope of purification. And he was threatening me with Brother Chu Zihang and his relatives just now."

Lu Mingfei frowned, his body staggered and gradually regained the ability to move in the field of time zero, "If you drag innocent humans into the water, then he is a heretic."

"Uh...then I'll ask Frost to apologize to you? Write a letter of guarantee?"

Angers rubbed his forehead with some headache.

"Blood."

Lu Mingfei shook his head and straightened his waist. The light wings on his back and the stimulated alien blood in his body provided him with strength. Now he is in a free state of being pardoned in the time zero domain.

"……All right."

Ange let out a puff of strong cigar smoke helplessly, "You have become a lot stronger this trip to Japan. Is it all your strength now?"

"No."

Lu Mingfei shook his head again, and walked towards Frost in this quiet time domain.

He specifically didn't use the divination system's psionic ability, and fought purely with the power of this body itself.Although the explosive ability under normal conditions is quite good, it will be affected by the power of the dragon clan's words and spirits.

And summoning the wings of psychic energy, that is, the "weak saint form" in the non-Nibelungen, can get rid of the influence of the power of the dragon word spirit to a certain extent, and at the same time greatly enhance the physical fitness again.

There is no gene seed and organ technology corresponding to the nineteen transformation operations in his hometown. He still needs to find and determine a general method to strengthen himself and other combat brothers as soon as possible.

"very good."

Ange smiled again, and he didn't say anything more. As the light in his eyes dimmed, the gray area that dyed the meeting room was gradually fading.

Time resumes its flow.

Lu Mingfei waved Jingyue, and never gave Frost a chance to resist—for example, he unscrewed the silver round head on the top of the cane and wanted to throw it out, but then he was shocked to find that his arms were splashed with blood and left body.

"There won't be a next time, heretic."

Lu Mingfei said in a cold voice, gently shaking off a few drops of blood on Jingyue's sword.

Frost gritted his teeth, his face gloomy like a deep abyss.Compared with the pain from the broken arm, what made him feel more humiliated was the ruthless and almost overwhelming blow from Lu Mingfei.

Now he no longer doubts whether the opponent really has the power to kill the next generation, and he begins to worry whether this uncontrolled force will become a butcher knife that tears the Gattuso family apart.

Lu Mingfei stepped on the splintered pieces of wood in the pool of blood and picked up the piece of red velvet silk that wrapped Jingyue. Under the watchful eyes of the rest of the school directors with complex and uncertain faces, he left the room without looking back and walked into the long hall. In the snowstorm outside the porch.

"Norma, tell the emergency ambulance team to come, and bring the ice bucket by the way."

Anger looked at Frost, who was slumped on the ground and lost his arms, and shook his head helplessly, "His swordsmanship is very good. With your bloodline and your family's medical level, it won't take too long to recover."

Frost said nothing, his head drooped, and no one present could see his expression clearly.

"Ange, you actually brought such a dangerous lunatic into the academy..."

The old school manager in a black suit spoke in a deep voice, staring coldly at Angers who was still smoking a cigar, with fine beads of sweat on his forehead.

"It can't be blamed on me or him. It's Frost who talks too much."

Angers shrugged, "You are too controlling, Frost. When you see a kitten, you want to wear a collar. When you see a lion, you want to wear a chain. Don't see a dinosaur, but you want to wear a rein for your own use."

"This child is more dangerous than you, Angers. Are you confident that you can control this double-edged sword?"

The monk manager was chanting the red sandalwood beads in his hand, and his expression was equally ugly.

"Ha, it sounds like you won't be discussing whether to replace me as the principal anytime soon."

Anger said with a smile, "Of course I can't control him, and I don't want to control him. But I can assure you that Lu Mingfei is really a good boy."

(End of this chapter)