Dragon Race: Lu Mingfei Returns from Warhammer

"Xia Mi..."

Chu Zihang roughly searched for the name in his memory, but he didn't remember much.

With the appearance of the other party, he should not be unknown in Shilan Middle School. Even if he is ignorant, he has heard of the name of Su Xiaoqiang and Liu Miaomiao on the "Shilan Middle School Beauty List".

He didn't worry too much about this, and turned on the phone screen:

"Eva, I'm Chu Zihang. In case of emergency, notify the branch to send people to the First Hospital immediately."

"..."

Chu Zihang frowned, and he took another look at the 3G signal of his mobile phone - he was sure it was full, but there was no reply from Eva.

He tried to dial Wan Boqian's number in the address book. Although he was able to get through, there was only a monotonous "beep beep" voice on the other side, and no one answered.

"What... what's wrong? Another monster is coming?"

Seeing that Chu Zihang's expression became ugly, Xia Mi also began to feel a little uneasy, and couldn't help getting close to this seemingly reliable senior brother. After all, it is normal for the weak to seek shelter from the strong on their own.

"It's not clear yet...follow me."

After silently praying to the emperor in his heart, Chu Zihang took a deep breath and pulled out the village rain again.

He reckoned that he had fallen into an unknown realm...but he didn't know if it was the Nibelungen, Chu Zihang felt that the emperor's holy power was as thin as the real world.

Kicking away the scorched corpse at the door, Chu Zihang confirmed that there were no new enemies outside the toilet, and motioned Xia Mi to follow him.

There was a dead silence in the hospital. The Spring Festival Gala program on TV, the fireworks outside the hospital, and the nurses who occasionally checked the patients in the ward... The human breath had disappeared. In less than 2 minutes, the whole hospital seemed to have become a park for corpses. dead mortuary,
The window seemed to be splashed with a layer of pitch black ink, and the eyes could not see through the eerie darkness outside.

"Did you come here for Dad?"

Chu Zihang hurried towards his father's ward. Although Xia Mi, a girl in school uniform, was out of breath, she managed to keep up with Chu Zihang. After all, Shilan Middle School, which has often provided talents for the national team, would not skimp on physical education. , The physical fitness of students can be guaranteed.

"Brother... did you hear anything?"

Xia Mi said suddenly, her pretty face turned pale.

"Sound?" Chu Zihang frowned, slowed down and tried to listen, and after a few seconds he gave his own reply: "No."

"But I heard it." Xia Mi looked like he was about to cry, "It seems that something is blowing in my ear and whispering..."

"What's the content of the whisper?"

"I don't understand...it doesn't sound like Chinese or English..." Xia Mi was crying.

Chu Zihang thought for a while, and after reconfirming that he did not hear any special sounds, he thought for the time being that this was an unknown influence on ordinary people:
"Just pretend you didn't hear it, stay focused, and pray to the Emperor in your heart."

"Pray? The Emperor?" Xia Mi was stunned. "Brother, are you a believer?"

"No, warriors. But now is not the time to preach, follow me."

Chu Zihang didn't explain too much, and continued to run forward with a knife.

Xia Mi stared at Chu Zihang's back, her pretty face changed drastically, she couldn't tell if it was anger, grievance, or uneasiness, but after a while, she returned to the image of that perfect weak girl, lowered her head and quickly followed, showing off The eyebrows are slightly frowned.

But within a few steps, her head hit Chu Zihang's back.

"Why didn't senior brother leave all of a sudden?"

Xia Mi glanced at the corridor ahead, but no enemies appeared.

"Ten steps back. In addition, no matter what you see next, don't be surprised, and don't ask too much."

Chu Zihang said with a serious expression, and when he finished speaking, high and mysterious syllables burst out from his throat, breaking the dead silence that enveloped the place.

The father's ward was less than 30 meters away from the public toilet, but Chu Zihang reckoned that he had already run for more than 100 meters along this corridor, but he still couldn't reach the ward at the end of the corridor.

This space seems to have been wrapped in a curled dimension and isolated from the real world. I don’t know how long the corridor ahead is and where it leads.

Chu Zihang realized this, he didn't want to waste time, and tried to break this space with brute force.

Yan Ling. Jun Yan!

An orange-yellow fireball was instantly generated, dragging a dazzling tail of flames and plowing forward several meters before hitting the floor. Chu Zihang quickly turned around to protect the girl behind him in his arms to prevent her from being hurt by the aftermath of the explosion.

But the expected deafening noise and violent air waves did not happen, and the seemingly mighty Jun Yan fireball could not even destroy the benches in the corridor.

"Brother, your fireball technique seems to have failed..." Xia Mi whispered, "Or are you doing it on purpose to show off your gentlemanly style?"

"neither."

Chu Zihang remained expressionless, and walked quickly towards Jun Yan's landing point.

The location of the landing point was actually smashed into a big hole, but the bottom of the hole was not the floor of the next floor, but a mass of wriggling flesh and blood.

He frowned, and swung his knife towards the window on the right side of the corridor. The pitch-black glass was pierced by the blade, but when the blade cut into the darkness behind the window, the feeling of touch was similar to piercing a mass of sticky flesh.

The corridor they were in seemed to have become the gullet of some gigantic creature.

Xia Mi walked up curiously, and when he saw the pothole that was healing rapidly, his face paled in fright and he backed away again and again.

"Aren't we going to be trapped here to death?"

"No, there should be other ways to leave. Follow me."

Chu Zihang was very calm. While holding the knife and continuing to move forward, his fiery golden pupils searched back and forth, trying to find the weak point in this space.

But what he didn't notice was that there was also a hint of red majesty and gold in the clear and frightened eyes of the girl behind him.

After walking forward for tens of meters, suddenly there was an inexplicable murmuring sound from Chu Zihang's ear, as if someone was whispering near him.

At the same time, the misty purple mist began to diffuse in front, the walls and ground of the corridor removed their camouflage, and the squirming flesh and blood were fully exposed at this moment, and the eyeballs flowed like blood in the blood vessels in the shapeless flesh and blood. Time does not know how many eyes are watching Chu Zihang... or Xia Mi behind him.

Things got worse again.

Dozens of figures suddenly appeared in the mist in front of them like frames, but it was impossible to tell whether they were the patients or nurses who suffered from this hospital. Their faces all had curved beaks without exception. It looks like a standing bird-headed man.

They all chanted an unknown language, and the tune was like a shaman in an ancient tribe on the earth performing an evil sacrifice.

"It's not like Deadpool...is it a new enemy? We have to find a way to notify Captain Lu."

Chu Zihang instinctively felt extreme dislike and hatred for these "birdmen", as if they were his mortal enemies by nature.

He gritted his teeth and endured the piercing mental attacks of these birdmen, without hesitation he entered the state of third-degree violent blood.

The blood of the dragon is completely boiling at this moment. The energy contained in the high-speed flow of dragon blood in the blood vessels is like nitroglycerin strengthening Chu Zihang's body, but at the same time, the violence and killing desire of the dragon are also on the rise!
Yan Ling. Jun Yan!

But two seconds later, Long Wen's chanting stopped, but the free fire elements in this space were still gathering uncontrollably, and the burning flames were covered with a strange pink color.

Chu Zihang's body trembled uncontrollably, and something like a black vine swelled in his retina. He saw in the mist an army composed of countless terrifying creations that should not exist in this world. A small evil spirit with a body made of uncertain flames, a giant bird-headed man holding a flaming blue flame scepter, a twisted machine made of flesh and metal...

Their roars seemed to make human souls cry and collapse, and a creation that could not be described in words and had no specific form was floating behind this army, and countless pairs of eyes were focused on Chu Zihang.

The treacherous and cunning whisper in his ears became louder and more passionate. It was conveying all kinds of crazy knowledge and false truths to Chu Zihang, asking him to serve another great existence with allegiance——

Named "Lord of Change".