Dragon Race: Lu Mingfei Returns from Warhammer

The Boeing airliner rushed out of the dark clouds like a huge white migratory bird. The white wings cut through the rain curtain. Even the howling wind could not make this giant tremble in the slightest. The wings and fuselage seemed to be welded dead. , Flying smoothly in the wind and rain.

The fine and meandering water flow can be seen outside the porthole, and the weather forecast is not very accurate again. It should have been cloudy, but cold winter rain fell.

At this height, you can already see the bustling lights of the city below. Although it is not comparable to the huge city circle of Tokyo, this coastal city is also steadily developing its economy according to its own rhythm.

The Boeing passenger plane landed on the airport runway smoothly. The rainy crew opened the check-in ladder, and when they stepped out of the hatch, they could smell the familiar smell of rain in their hometown.

"It's raining again."

Lu Mingfei said lightly.

"Ah."

Chu Zihang nodded solemnly.

They don't like rain very much, but they are waiting for the day when the rainstorm will start.

"Have the sword and the 'Tower of Different Degrees' been delivered?"

Lu Mingfei asked.

The towers of different degrees are those black pyramids seized from the hands of Japanese heretics. After activation, they can exchange the space in the tower with the Nibelungen and enter the Nibelungen.

Or release something from the Nibelung.

Chu Zihang turned off the airplane mode of his phone, tapped his thumb and then shook his head:

"Not yet... maybe tomorrow."

"too slow."

Lu Mingfei frowned slightly, "Get a car first, and check if the false god is still there."

"My 'dad' asked the driver to pick me up, and there happened to be a car."

Chu Zihang nodded, not having the slightest hesitation without the weapon in his hand.

In the Nibelungen, he and Lu Mingfei could be directly watched by the emperor, and the supreme holy brilliance and courage in their hearts were the best weapons.

At this time, there were quite a few wanderers returning home from abroad, but Lu Mingfei and Chu Zihang were obviously the ones that attracted the most attention.The moment the two stopped for a brief exchange, several girls who were influenced by the open atmosphere abroad boldly came up to ask for contact information, and there was even a flight attendant.

If it was normal, the two weeping angels might reject them in a friendly manner, but now they choose to ignore them and walk out of the gate of the terminal building quickly.

Among the bustling airport pick-up crowd, the two immediately saw a pick-up sign with the words "Chu Zihang" written on it. The person holding the sign was a middle-aged man with a mild expression.

"Master, the boss asked me to pick you up. This is..."

The man wanted to take Chu Zihang's travel bag respectfully with low eyebrows, but at the same time, his eyes inevitably fell on Lu Mingfei who was walking beside him.

"brother."

Chu Zihang blurted out.

Before the man understood what the word meant, Chu Zihang continued:
"You can just call me Zihang from now on, Uncle Lin. In addition, I may trouble you to take a taxi back. I have to drive to a place."

The driver who was called Uncle Lin was stunned: "Aren't you going back? The boss even asked me to tell you that Madam cooked soup for you."

"Go back when you're done, please tell Dad, he will reimburse you for the taxi fare."

After finishing speaking, Chu Zihang naturally touched the car keys from the driver's waist and walked away. Lu Mingfei nodded slightly to show his respect and followed closely, leaving only the driver who was a little sluggish in place.

The one who picked them up was a black Mercedes-Benz S500, a first-class good car, a symbol of the status of the boss, but in the eyes of Lu Mingfei and Chu Zihang, it was first-class and fragile-fortunately, the speed was guaranteed, although it was faster than Not a supercar but also has a speed of 250 kilometers per hour.

"The expressway around the city is just outside the airport, so you can get on the elevated road in no time."

Chu Zihang sat in the driver's seat and took a deep breath.

"Well, let's go."

Lu Mingfei sat in the co-pilot and closed the car door to cut off the cold and wind outside.

Chu Zihang stepped on the accelerator, and the roaring engine stimulated the acceleration of the Mercedes-Benz to [-] meters in four seconds. The wheels rolled out two eye-catching ruts in the rain, and rushed into the dark wind and rain.

Without GPS navigation, the few highways outside the city have been deeply engraved in Chu Zihang's heart.

But that section of elevated road is not among these highways, it doesn't exist in reality - no matter how hard Chu Zihang searched on the map, he couldn't find the "0" highway.

It’s not the peak season for returning home. The highway is empty. Chu Zihang increased the speed from the initial 60km/h to 120km/h. On the palm of your hand, there are winding water marks.

There was a faint golden light in Lu Mingfei’s eyes, which was the physical strengthening brought about by the alien blood in his body. He was also staring intently at the road illuminated by the headlights of the Mercedes-Benz. The car CD was playing Beethoven’s Sonata of the Storm , the melodious piano sound echoed in my ears, and I don't know whether it is the owner or the driver who has artistic taste.

The solemn tones and anxious tones of the first movement seem to bring them back to the stormy night more than half a year ago. The second movement begins with the warm Bb major chord and temporarily ends the contradiction and anxiety of the first movement. When the third movement At the beginning, Chu Zihang slowed down the speed of the car.

"There is a toll booth in front."

he said in a low voice.

"Ah."

Lu Mingfei tapped his thighs lightly with his fingers following the minor tune of the piano music, and in the dim vision, he could see the highway toll booth with lights in front of him.

The destination he and Chu Zihang rushed from the Nibelungen was a high-speed toll booth.

But the difference is that there was no one working at the toll booth at that time, and at this time the toll collector was sitting in the sentry box watching a drama with an MP4.

"Card."

The middle-aged toll collector had no other expressions because of the Mercedes-Benz S500 and took a few more glances at Chu Zihang who was driving. He turned his attention back to the men and women twisting on the screen.

Chu Zihang took the card and exchanged a glance with Lu Mingfei.

"No problem. Keep driving."

Lu Mingfei didn't notice anything unusual.

The car passed the checkpoint slowly and at a constant speed, and then accelerated.

"Remember the scene at that time?"

"Well, after driving through the toll booth, Dad saw a traffic jam, so he drove onto an elevated road that extended out next to it, and the branches beat on the sign, which said blood-red No. 0 Highway."

Chu Zihang nodded.

Lu Mingfei rolled down the car window, and the piercing cold wind mixed with rainwater poured in... He didn't smell the special smell that belonged to the Nibelungen—in fact, he didn't need to smell anything at all, as long as he entered the Nibelung In the range of Longen, Lu Mingfei could immediately feel the sacredness and warmth of being watched and cared for by a great being.

But now there is nothing.

After the twists and turns, the third movement of the Tempest Sonata ended on the last monophonic D, announcing the end of the storm—but the two sitting in the Mercedes still failed to enter the Nibelungen, nor did they find that An elevated highway that does not exist.

The Mercedes-Benz stopped slowly on the dark highway, the rainwater splashed on the road, and the trees on both sides of the road were bent by the strong wind, like huge black shadows bowing their heads to them .

There was silence in the car, and after a long while Lu Mingfei said leisurely:

"Well, I'm starting to miss Brother Fingal's lively mouth a little bit."

"Then I hope he won't say the line 'You have the skills to snatch a man but you can't open the door'. As far as I know he learned Chinese by watching Chinese TV dramas."

Chu Zihang exhaled and said in a deep voice.

"The Alchemist said that the Nibelungen is a distorted spiritual space, and there is a small entrance between it and the real world. Those who are lucky enough to escape from the Nibelungen will have a mark on them, like a letter of guidance The Nibelungen is open to him directly."

Chu Zihang repeated in a deep voice the knowledge that Old Tang had analyzed from the alchemy book.

"If the beacon fails, it means that the owner of the Nibelungen has closed the entrance and exit."

The corner of Lu Mingfei's mouth curved into a cold arc, "That false god... is he afraid?"