Lu Mingfei doesn't want to be a superhero

Chapter 360 Mythical Realm: Winter Realm
"What? You finally understand fear and want to surrender?" Hermes looked down at Lu Mingfei like a winner and a master.

Lu Mingfei took a deep breath and chanted a spell that no one could understand.

Hermes was stunned again - this time it completely challenged his basic understanding. Any spiritual words were chanted in dragon script, and very few were chanted in human language. But he was very sure that the language Lu Mingfei was chanting now was neither dragon script nor any human language!
Angers and the others didn't react much. After all, they could neither understand most of the dragon texts nor Lu Mingfei's chanting.

Of course, no one here could understand Lu Mingfei's spell, because this spell was not from this world at all. It came from the Frost Giants in another world, and even in the kingdom of the Frost Giants, it was an extremely advanced witchcraft!
As Lu Mingfei chanted, cold air silently filled the entire ice cellar, and the heat brought by the fire in the dome instantly turned into extreme cold.

Although he couldn't understand what Lu Mingfei was doing, Hermes instinctively sensed extreme danger.

Endless flames fell from the dome towards Lu Mingfei, breaking through the cold air again and again, approaching Lu Mingfei, but slower and slower.

Until one moment, Lu Mingfei's chanting stopped, and a blizzard like a natural disaster enveloped the space with a diameter of only a few hundred meters. There were so many snowflakes that they were everywhere like fog, blocking all vision.

Angers, the vice-principal, Beowulf, and Mai Jiude in the corner all had to cover their eyes in the snowstorm.

The blizzard came quickly and went away quickly, disappearing after a dozen seconds, leaving behind only the biting cold.

Mr. KFC put down his arm that was protecting his eyes and complained, “Lu Mingfei has been chanting this skill for so long but it still doesn’t work. It’s gone now. Thunder and rain, oh oh oh oh…”

"What are you doing! You're crowing... Oh-oh-oh-oh..." Jude Mai started crowing in the middle of her complaints.

"Why are you guys so weird..." After Percy opened his eyes, he didn't crow, but just stood there like a wooden chicken.

He turned his neck stiffly and looked around - they were no longer in the ice cellar, but appeared in an endless ice field!

If it weren't for Ange and his three companions, as well as Hermes and Lu Mingfei not far away, Percy would have thought that he had died in the snowstorm and had now entered the legendary underworld Helheim, which happened to be a cold and foggy kingdom of the dead in Norse mythology.

But...if he is not dead, where is this place? Aren't they in an ice cellar? Why are they in such an icy world with icebergs in the distance and snowfields under their feet? !

Percy confusedly picked up a handful of snow from the ground, feeling the snowflakes melting in the warmth of his palms.

Percy slapped himself hard - it was not an illusion, definitely not an illusion.

Jiude Mai came forward and slapped Percy as well, nodding: "It doesn't seem like an illusion..."

Mr. Kentucky also came over and wanted to hit Percy, but was forced back by Percy's cold eyes.

"What the hell is going on... have we entered the Nibelungen?" Mr. Kentucky muttered to himself, looking around at the world of ice and snow, "This really has become an 'ice cellar'..."

"Where did the Nibelungen come from in the academy's ice cellar?" Percy shook his head.

"Could it be because of what Lu Mingfei just chanted... uh..." Jiude Mai hesitated for a moment, then gritted her teeth and spit out the words "Word Spirit".

"Word Spirit?!" Mr. Kentucky pointed at his headgear, "Big sister, is your brain broken or mine? What kind of word spirit can create the Nibelung out of thin air? The Black King is resurrected and is singing the word spirit here?"

"If it's not a Word Spirit, what else could it be? This is the most likely explanation at the moment!" Jiude Mai said, "What if such a Word Spirit really does exist, but we are just ignorant and have never heard of it?"

"Could it be that those guys over there, whose combined age is three generations older than those in the United States, are also so ignorant?" Finkel pointed at Angers and his three companions who were also picking up snow from the ground and slapping himself not far away.

The scene was exactly the same as for the three of them, except that this time it was the vice-principal who was being beaten.

Hermes' voice interrupted the three people. The flames he created in the sky still existed, but they became less noticeable in this endless world of ice and snow, and could only be regarded as a "lake of fire" or a "pond of fire". The alchemical matrix under his feet also still existed, proving that this piece of ice field was indeed "in" the ice cellar from a certain spatial level. But the flames in the sky and the alchemical matrix under his feet could not provide him with even a trace of security at this moment.

"Who the hell are you! Where is this place!" Hermes' voice was filled with unconcealable fear. The more powerful the existence, the more they can realize how horrible the thing that just happened is.

He was the only one present who was not blinded by the blizzard, so he saw with his own eyes how everything around him turned into a world of ice and snow as if it were painted on an oil painting as the blizzard approached.

What was even more incomprehensible to him was... As a top alchemist, all his senses were telling him that the icebergs in the distance, the blue sky and white clouds above his head, and the endless snowfields under his feet, everything was real and normal - this wasn't even the Nibelungen!

Even in the world of dragons, such things are regarded as myths! What kind of word spirit can possess such miraculous power! Is the Black King resurrected?

Looking at Hermes who looked like a frightened hostage, Lu Mingfei took two steps forward and consoled him: "Don't be afraid, it's just a field designed to kill you?"

"Field? Kill me?" When hearing these two words, the first reaction in Hermes' mind was "Am I worthy of it?" No matter how you look at it, this is the treatment that the Black King should have received when he executed the White King!
As Lu Mingfei stepped forward, Hermes stepped back subconsciously: "Can I...can I surrender? I can submit!"

"Surrender? Here and now?" Lu Mingfei was stunned. "Are you kidding?"

What a joke! I have already used my ultimate skill and you surrender? Then my ultimate skill was used in vain? Lu Mingfei complained in his heart.

He used one of the most advanced witchcrafts among the Frost Giants. Translated from the Frost Giants' language into human language, it should be called the "Winter Realm", which is almost second only to the Wolf Winter, the final stage of Fimbulwinter.

In fact, this thing is actually the witchcraft created by a former monarch of the Frost Giants after he predicted Fimbulwinter. It imitated the Fimbulwinter that would sweep across the nine realms. That's why it is called the "Winter Realm". In that world, combined with the ancient winter coffin, it can really turn a realm into winter.

Although there is no ancient winter coffin in his own world now, and Lu Mingfei's performance is not as exaggerated, it is still a miraculous ability that exceeds Hermes' cognition.

The reason why Lu Mingfei used this witchcraft, in addition to being worried about Hermes escaping, was mainly because he had always wanted to try it out after he learned it, but hadn't found a suitable opportunity, so he might as well try it on Hermes now. It was indeed a bit of an overkill, so it was not completely incomprehensible that Hermes surrendered directly to him.

But… let alone that if Hermes surrendered, I would have released such a top-level sorcery in vain. If I really accepted his surrender, I would have to hand him over to the secret party, share information, and there might be some blind families who would argue with me. Hermes might also lie or even find a chance to escape…

It would be better to kill it and imprison its soul in the Sword of Silver Lake to be judged slowly.

So facing Hermes' lowered head, Lu Mingfei raised his hand and waved. Behind him, the magnificent Valhalla Ice Palace rose from the ground. The pure ice gate of Valhalla opened, and ice knights over four meters tall, wearing heavy armor and riding half-dragon, half-horse mounts walked out in a line, in an orderly manner, as if they were one.

Amid the sound of ice horses' hooves stepping on the snow, countless ice knights surrounded Hermes. Some even flew into the air, holding their lances in the air, ready to throw them at Hermes at any time.

For a moment, Hermes wondered if he had committed the same crime as the White King, otherwise why would he be treated like this?
"I surrender! I really surrender! With your power, are you still worried that I will rebel?" Hermes begged for mercy without any dignity of a dark monarch.

Although he had the cocoon to revive himself, the person in front of him could not be a hybrid, and there was no possibility that he could outlast him. If he did not surrender, he would still die when he was resurrected again!
Lu Mingfei waved his hand again, and the Ice Knights rushed forward.

A sea of ​​fire fell from the sky, and Hermes roared madly. The power of the alchemical matrix was raised to a level beyond the limit at all costs. In an invisible place, the mercury solution flowing in the matrix exploded and boiled.

The power of the alchemical field, plus the power of Hermes himself, under the protection of flames, he seemed to have invisible swords spreading all over his body, shattering ice and rocks wherever he passed. In this most primitive and powerful way and posture, he fought a desperate battle with the ice knights.

In this state, Hermes' attack is enough to destroy the armor and body of the Ice Knight, but there are always a steady stream of Ice Knights walking out of Valhalla and joining the battlefield.

As time went by, more and more ice lances were stuck in Hermes' body. The lances froze on his wounds, and the cold air spread through his body, freezing his tissues. Even with the help of fire, it was too late to melt them. Hermes' movements became slower and slower, and he seemed to be able to suppress the ice knights at the beginning, but now he was a struggling trapped beast.

Lu Mingfei sat on the ice throne and shook his head.

These ice knights could not even have an appetizer, let alone a full meal, in the entire "Winter Realm". At most, the waiter would bring a kettle of tea when they sat down.

But Hermes seemed to be no longer able to do it.

It seems like a waste of this witchcraft to end like this.

Lu Mingfei had an idea, and the ice knights who were besieging Hermes stopped and dispersed.

Hermes was as if he had been pardoned, and before he could recover, he looked at Lu Mingfei in awe - he understood that this person just wanted to teach him a lesson, let him experience the power of this existence firsthand, and completely cut off his resistance or other thoughts.

However, before he could kneel down in submission, the snowfield began to shake.

An ice giant, almost as majestic as Valhalla, rose from the ground, holding a giant sword with the tip of the sword touching the ground. It was like a standing mountain, and when its shadow enveloped Hermes, it seemed as if the sky had darkened.

The ice giant raised the giant sword, which was almost as tall as himself, from the ground and above his head. When he raised it, snowflakes like the tide of the ocean rolled up from the ground. When he slashed it down, the snowflakes and the tide of ocean fell together, as if the sky had become clear with this sword.

When Hermes was engulfed by the whiteness that was beyond his field of vision, his only feeling was that this death was worth it, but after being resurrected, he might as well hide forever.

But in the last moment before his vision turned black, a flash of bright silver flashed in his eyes, which was out of place in the snow-white.

Immediately, he only felt an irresistible attraction from the spiritual level, and then he lost consciousness.

(End of this chapter)