Dragon Clan: Thought So Far.

"Leave with Christina first, Zero!" Lu Mingfei's voice was calm, but his golden eyes were burning as if they were thrown into a bonfire of firewood.

The snow was getting heavier, mixed with heavy and dense sleet. The dense Japanese fir and larch trees were towering and covered in white. Looking out from the mountain into the distance, the snow curtain stretched from the ground to the sky. Everything was a pale color. The vast snowy plain was like the undulating back of a white giant.

The devil-like low moan of the king general made his thoughts a little confused for a moment, but Lu Mingfei was a veteran after all, and had experienced situations that were ten or a hundred times more dangerous than the current one, so he became even calmer.

Of course, Christina and Zero both possess excellent bloodlines. They are the best in the academy and geniuses that appear once in a hundred years in their respective families. However, on a battlefield of this level, they are nothing.

In another world, Lu Mingfei once faced the King General. That thing was not an individual with a real soul, but a powerful shadow warrior controlled by Herzog.

Lu Mingfei had never actually fought with General Wang, but he knew that his golden pupils were a second-generation red-gold color.

I don't think anyone in this world can create a shadow warrior of the same level as the first generation. Even Odin's puppets are no match for a true king.

But even when fighting against the second generation, Lu Mingfei had to concentrate fully. During the Three Gorges Operation, the Dragon Servant, whose strength had not yet fully recovered, almost took his life.

"Don't underestimate us, Lu Mingfei! Who would abandon their companions and run away on their own?" Unexpectedly, Christina actually disobeyed the team leader's order.

Christina pulled out a long, narrow dagger with a slightly cold arc from her boots with a fierce look.

The girl casually threw away the cashmere coat that made her look bloated like an emperor penguin. Under the coat was a translucent nude gauze skirt, which fluttered in the storm like cold smoke.

Lu Mingfei was stunned. Although he was a little angry, he was also inexplicably touched. It seemed that all the guys he had known in his life were crazy people, and anyone could die for their friends.

Christina bit a strand of hair between her teeth, her proud chest heaving, her dagger gripped and her muscles tense, like a vigilant female leopard.

"you……"

"Um……"

Before Lu Mingfei could finish his scolding, Christina groaned and collapsed.

The beautiful Tartan princess was fully armed and in the best condition to face the enemy above her head, but she did not expect the attack to come from beside her.

Zero slashed Christina's neck with a precise and accurate knife, then reached out and held the nimble and stubborn little girl like a unicorn in his arms.

Although it actually looks more like Christina hugged Zero, because compared to the petite and exquisite figure of Her Royal Highness the Princess, Princess Tartan really had beautiful thighs that were longer than her life.

Lu Mingfei sighed and thought that although the girl was pretty, she was a little stupid. He didn't know how a proud man like Caesar could fall in love with her.

"Hurry up, I'll take her away first." Ling said lightly.

Lu Mingfei was stunned and thought to himself, girl, you really trust me. Didn’t you see the eyes of the guy on the tree? He is a monster of the next generation level.

But he said nothing, just nodded.

"Leave this mountain and find a way to reunite with Senior Sister." Lu Mingfei said.

Zero uttered a low, archaic chant, and the surrounding elements began to riot slightly. Then, a hazy, veil-like domain spread out like steam with the princess as the core.

The spirit of words. The light of the dark.

Zero's Word Spirit is Mirror Eyes. This bug-like ability not only allows her to understand the operating principles of mechanical equipment and electronic components in an instant, but also allows Zero to temporarily copy and use other people's Word Spirits.

Jude Mai's words are also dark light. Her Royal Highness is probably already familiar with this ability, so when she copied Christina's ability, she used it more smoothly than the Tartan princess.

The platinum pupils passed by Lu Mingfei, and Ling hesitated for a moment while holding Christina horizontally.

"It's just a puppet. How can such a thing block your way?" she said.
"You should cut through mountains and cut off rivers. If you want to fight against the unbearable fate, you should believe that nothing in the world can block your way."

A moment later, the biting wind blew across Lu Mingfei's cheek.

Zero has already left with Christina.

"Letting your friends go first reminds me of your ancestor. He also let his friends go first in Hamburg." Wang Jiang's voice was hoarse and sharp. It was not like the voice that Lu Mingfei heard in the place without heaven and earth many years ago when he was controlled by Herzog to talk with Tachibana Masamune.

It seems more like the inherent image of those demons in people's minds.

Lu Mingfei said nothing more.

Although he was asking Zero to leave just now, his attention was always on the king who followed Christina to find them.

There are really not many people in this world who can leave quietly in front of him, and the only one who can attack Zero while he is on guard is probably the real Dragon King.

"Do you want to talk to me from a higher position than me?" Lu Mingfei said softly after confirming through the earphone that Ling was already quite a distance away.

After saying this, Lu Mingfei was stunned for a moment, and a slight chill seeped into his bones.

He didn't understand why he actually thought like Lu Mingze for a moment. Like Lu Mingze, he hated when someone looked down on him...

But now is not the time to think about it. Lu Mingfei slowly stood up, and lust slid down his sleeves into his palms.

His wrist trembled, shaking off the bandage wrapped around the short arc knife, and the blade was emitting a red-gold light in the pale snow.

With just a seemingly insignificant swing of the sword, the battle has already begun.

The Japanese cedar tree began to tremble violently when Lu Mingfei slid the short arc knife out of his sleeve, as if it was shaking in an earthquake that was about to break Japan apart!

The snow on the trees came crashing down with a rustling sound, and a huge, slightly translucent shadow enveloped Lu Mingfei like a mountain.

Lu Mingfei swung his sword in the falling snow that was drowning him like a torrent. The lustful blade hummed and extended nearly one meter, transforming from a short arc sword into a long sword that could kill a horse in an instant!

The mirror-like blade swept away the fog-like thick snow dust and the broken ice mixed in the snow dust. Lu Mingfei moved and chopped with extremely delicate movements, so that he was unharmed in this brief bloody disaster. Through the gap, he looked at the evil ghost who was standing on the treetop, but suddenly his pupils contracted.

Nothing at all!

There is nothing above my head!
As expected, General Wang took advantage of the falling snow to block Lu Mingfei's sight and disappeared into the dust, like a ninja hiding in the shadows, making it impossible for Lu Mingfei to catch sight of him.

He was a tough opponent. In Lu Mingfei's perception, General Wang's heartbeat was as violent as a bronze hammer hitting an ancient temple bell, but at this moment he could not hear General Wang's breathing, nor his pounding heart.

The only thing you can hear is the changes in the wind.

They were at the highest peak near the Tama River. On the other side of the mountain was the drilling camp of the Yamanashi Institute of Environmental Science. Looking into the distance, they could only see the endless mountains and the black city horizon at the end of the mountains. The oncoming wind should have been as sharp as a knife, but at this moment, there seemed to be a whirlwind surrounding Lu Mingfei. He was trapped in the eye of the whirlwind. The piercing knives disappeared, leaving only the spreading snow dust.

These tiny white dust particles were lifted up and dropped down by the air currents, but they would not disperse, and enveloped the area within a few meters around Lu Mingfei like fog.

He knew that the king was nearby, and that the terrifying aura was hidden in the wind.

He slowly calmed his breathing and slowly let his heartbeat return to normal.

The lust with a faint glow slowly hung down beside him. The tip of the knife was completely still. Lu Mingfei looked like the silhouette of a statue in the snow dust.

Even though he didn't know why this shadow warrior and the person who controlled him would choose to break up with him at this time, Lu Mingfei had no intention of escaping.

Lu Mingfei always felt a little regretful that he didn't fight with this puppet that even Yuan Zhinv was afraid of in the other world.

He also wanted to know to what incredible degree Herzog's technology for creating shadow warriors had developed.

If Herzog really has the ability to create next-generation puppets, it would be the most terrifying thing in the world.

The devil has torn open the barrier between hell and the human world, and is spying on this sunny world from the abyss.

"You want to find me by hearing?"

Wang Jiang's voice came from all directions. He laughed softly, his laughter was hoarse, and mixed with the sound of whistling wind, as if his trachea was torn open, and the air in his lungs ran out of that hole when he laughed.

"Is this the tradition of your family? But Lu Shanyan's word spirit is Kamaitachi, and he is born with the ability to use hearing to find the enemy."

Lu Mingfei still didn't speak, but his whole body's aura was as tense as a stretched bowstring, and his tremendous power was hovering at a certain threshold, ready to be pumped to every inch of muscle and every tendon by that powerful heart.

To be honest, General Wang’s words did touch Lu Mingfei’s heart.

Lu Mingfei knew Herzog's life story very well: his meanness, his insidiousness, his tyranny, and his greed, but apart from that, Jung von Herzog was also a genius geneticist and an ambitious man.

This guy graduated from the University of Munich at the age of 16, and then worked at the Third Reich Biological Institute, where he was the youngest doctor in the institute.

The time was around 1930.

Lu Mingfei's grandfather's grandfather, Lu Shanyan, left his name in the history of dragon slaying in 1900, when he fought against the Dragon King named Li Wuyue at Kassel Manor in Hamburg, Germany together with the first generation of Lionheart Society.

When Lu Shanyan died, Herzog was not even a fertilized egg, and his father who was erased from history might have been just a minor picking up dog shit in the countryside.

This means that the person who controls the king is definitely not Herzog, but an old guy from the same generation as Lu Shanyan, Cassel and Angers.

The answer is ready to come out.

Friedrich von Roon, the traitor who has been hunted by the principal for a hundred years, and the real purpose of Finkel's coming to Japan.

So is this the reason why you came here, brother?
Lu Mingfei no longer concealed his ancestry. His eyes narrowed into slits, like the abyss underground slowly oozing out golden-red lava.

The ups and downs were like the roar of a mountain and the sea, and it seemed that the entire mountain range was moving to the rhythm of Lu Mingfei.

The bones all over his body were making crackling sounds like firecrackers, and his heartbeat was becoming more and more frequent and rapid, like a war drum being beaten on a battlefield.

Lu Mingfei's whole body was filled with steam in the snow dust. The valve was opened and the dragon blood containing the supreme power in the world was rushing in his veins.

A strong smell of blood was emanating from Lu Mingfei's body. The third blood violence was silently activated, and hot blood flowed in and out as the iron-blue scales tore through his skin.

The white-hot steam surrounded him for a moment, roaring like a sea tide.

As Lu Mingfei's breathing became heavier, the new sharp scales slowly expanded, swaying in the cold air like shells under the tide, and then suddenly closed with a crisp metallic sound.

“The Road to Becoming a God…” General Wang’s voice finally began to waver. The tip of Lu Mingfei’s right ear moved slightly. With his blood boiling for the third time, he caught a breath that almost merged with the wind.

No matter how Wang Jiang or the person who created Wang Jiang did it, Lu Mingfei very much suspected that this monster possessed more than one word spirit.

This is really incredible... He had only heard of such a special existence in legends, but had never seen it.

But now was not the time to be shocked, he spun around suddenly, swinging his Lustful Sword diagonally.

Reverse robe!
This is the most fierce and fierce left-slanting cut among Japanese swords and is difficult to defend against.

Someone with strong combat experience would not attack from the rear in this situation, so he would not do so if Lu Mingfei was fighting against an opponent like Chu Zihang or Caesar.

But no matter how sophisticated General Wang is, he is just a puppet. In essence, he is either a biological robot or a controlled beast. His fighting skills may be powerful, but his combat experience cannot compare with that of a ruthless man like Lu Mingfei who has been tempered through life and death.

Sparks flew densely from the lustful and cold blade.

There was a momentary gap between the rolling snow dust and the falling blizzard, and Lu Mingfei saw the pale white mask right behind him.

The king's kimono was cut open, revealing the skin underneath, which was covered with iron-blue scales, as hard as cold-forged steel.

But it was not these scales that resisted the blade of lust, but another brilliant ancient alchemical sword.

After the attack, Lu Mingfei immediately stopped and turned around to cut horizontally, and General Wang immediately raised his sword to resist.

High judgment.

It would be difficult for Lu Mingfei to find an opponent among the hybrids now. He still had some strength to spare, but General Wang stumbled backwards. The edge of the long sword had a shark-tooth-like gap after just two blows.

"I really want to see what's hidden under that mask of yours." Lu Mingfei swung his sword with a cold knife, and the flying snow dust immediately fell down like the floating dust in a weightless spaceship due to the centripetal force when his golden eyes swept across the space.

The realm of wind was breaking apart layer by layer.

“Yin Liu? Or the Eye of the Wind King? Besides, you have another word spirit that can hide your physiological functions. I guess it’s winter, or... a ghost?” Lu Mingfei put the knife under his armpit and crouched slightly, with all his strength on his wrist and calf holding the knife.

The terrifying noble mask cracked along the bright red corners of its mouth, revealing sharp fangs beneath the huge crack.

A violent blizzard swept through, making the hem of Lu Mingfei's coat and Wang Jiang's kimono rustle.

The so-called King General is really just a stronger Deadpool. Only the most severely deformed humanoid Deadpool can have a mouth like that, right? (End of this chapter)