Dragon Race: Lu Mingfei Returns from Warhammer

Chapter 8
On the other side, Kungunil, who was carrying the breath of decay and death, had already approached Lu Mingfei.

Lu Mingfei has never been afraid of death, but it doesn't mean that he will do nothing and let that blasphemous false god weapon pierce through him easily.

He reached out and grabbed the end of the black spear.

"Shh!"

Lu Mingfei's palm cracked inch by inch under the rotten breath, and blood spattered.

Even the psychic brilliance around him is dimming at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the wings of light behind him are gradually fading.

He underestimated the power of that false god.

In the past, this blessing of the emperor's holy brilliance was enough to make him a champion warrior "favored by the emperor";

With such an honor, at the very least, the brothers of the warband who have been neglected by the empire can get more help.

But now, the blessing of Shenghui is only for Lu Mingfei to temporarily recover the physical strength when he returned to Astarte.

And with the dimming of Shenghui, Lu Mingfei could feel that the power was constantly disappearing from his body.

But he still held his head high, without any fear on his face, and confronted Kungunir in a stalemate.

Odin finally tore the chainsword's fangs out of his own neck before it snapped off.

The divine blood was surging, and the remaining golden flame was still burning his wound, making it impossible for him to heal easily.

He growled angrily, and shattered the chainsword that drank his blood, together with the machine soul within it.

In this fight, the god suffered a heavy blow.

Angel's situation is not optimistic.

Lu Mingfei's arm was completely carbonized, and the sharp gun held in his hand neighed in a low voice, breaking through Shenghui's protection inch by inch, and piercing into his body.

"It seems that your soul has been sheltered, brother."

Suddenly, Lu Mingfei heard someone beside him laughing softly.

That handsome little boy appeared beside him at some point.

He stared at the black spear that pierced into his chest like a living thing, his delicate face was full of curiosity.

"Demon, my soul will belong to the Golden Throne, and you will never be able to take it away."

Lu Mingfei said coldly.

"I do want your soul...but not now."

"And from now on, your soul is not so easy to get..."

The boy who called himself Lu Mingze smiled, and stretched out his hand to grab the barrel of the black spear.

Lu Mingfei suddenly felt the sting from the pseudo-god's gun lessen a lot.

This demon is actually helping himself?
Moreover, the remaining psychic brilliance on his body did not repel him too much.

But now is not the time to delve into these issues. When he seized the opportunity, he wanted to pull out the black spear in one go.

Odin's dull chanting came from afar.

He was only severely wounded, not yet dead, and he still had the power to use that powerful authority.

The sound of the rushing tide sounded again.

The monstrous water curtains rising from the abyss on both sides were finally inspired by Odin at this moment, as if they were alive, they split and twisted into dozens of violent silver water dragons.

Compared with them, this section of viaduct is as small as a trembling lonely boat on the sea.

Lu Mingfei's expression changed, and he suddenly turned his head to look at the Maybach who was still trapped in the water curtain on three sides in the distance.

Chu Zihang is still in the car!
"Zihang, drive forward! Don't stop!"

A shout of anger suddenly broke out on the precarious boat.

After hearing his father's words, Chu Zihang didn't hesitate—or he had lost the ability to think, and stepped on the accelerator mechanically.

The Maybach's twelve-cylinder engine roared, and among dozens of water dragons falling towards the viaduct, it rushed to the epic battlefield that had just subsided for a long time.

"Great, he's still alive!"

Lu Mingfei breathed a sigh of relief, and tried his best to pull Kungunier out of his chest, pulling out a large cluster of silvery white silk threads.

These cobweb-like silk threads shone with the luster of diamonds, but they were quickly burned by the remaining psionic brilliance on his body, and a golden holy flame ignited.

"These are the threads of fate. Before Kungunir was cast, fate has already connected your heart to the tip of the spear."

"Congratulations, brother...you are the first person to escape the lock of Kungunil's fate."

Lu Mingze said quietly.

Lu Mingfei ignored the devil's whispers, he had very little psychic power left, but he still rushed towards the bleeding Odin without hesitation.

He wants to hold Odin back before the world is swallowed by the torrent, and let Chu Tianjiao and his son leave—if he can kill the false god, it will be even more profitable!

But at this moment, time seemed to freeze.

The world in front of me was stained with a layer of gray light, and the water dragons that crashed down on both sides of the elevated road stopped.

Lu Mingfei could see countless crystal water droplets hovering in the air, and countless black shadows leaping out of the abyss under the viaduct.

He also saw Chu Tianjiao in the distance, but his appearance was almost regarded as a strange shape by Lu Mingfei——

The exposed skin was already covered with blue-black scales, two ferocious bony horns protruded from the forehead, and lava-like light flowed from the golden pupils.

A dense blood-red mist was steaming all over his body, obviously launching such a powerful "spiritual ability" was quite a burden on him.

Only him, Lu Mingfei, Chu Zihang and the Maybach can move normally on this viaduct!
"Take your son away! I'll hold him back!"

Lu Mingfei roared.

"Don't even think about killing God at this time! Take my son away!"

"I'm not ashamed enough to let a minor cut off my queen!"

Chu Tianjiao shouted hoarsely.

Lu Mingfei looked ugly, clenched his fists and then loosened them.

"Don't worry, I shouldn't be able to die... You might be able to give me a hand when you come in later when you can become a Super Saiyan!"

"Don't talk to him now, nonsense, hurry up and protect my son, go as far as you can!"

The man's body trembled, and he half-kneeled on the ground and yelled.

"Then you'd better not die..."

Lu Mingfei took a deep breath, and looked at Odin fiercely.

Odin's single pupil was also staring at them, and the blood flowing from his shoulders dyed the shroud even more scarlet.

"Go back and come in and take off your head, false god..."

Lu Mingfei whispered, stretched out his carbonized black arm and grabbed the door of the Maybach passing by.

Chu Zihang, who was sitting in the driver's seat, saw the man half kneeling on the ground with a long knife in his arms, looking hideous like a ghost.

The man smiled at him, with a mouth full of sharp fangs, and a smile extending from the corner of his mouth to the base of his ears.

"Well done, son."

Chu Tianjiao said softly, watching the Maybach rush forward into the heavy rainy night.

"boom!"

The flow of time returned to normal, and the monstrous torrent swallowed everything in sight.

Chu Zihang's mind was blank, and he drove the car mechanically in the rain.

He never thought that a man would be so majestic and able to show such a miraculous scene...

And this man is his father.

A man can slay black shadows and assassinate gods with a demon sword in his hand, which is so impressive that it can't be more impressive.

But he is willing to play a useless man in front of his wife and a humble driver in front of his son.

Just so as not to drag them into another dangerous world.

It was too late when Chu Zihang understood all this.

On this rainy night, his father bid farewell to him. Whether they can meet again in this life is still unknown.

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