Dragon Clan: Thought So Far.

This elevated road was about to become a real battlefield in front of Lu Mingfei. Its width was infinitely expanded, becoming like a desert paved with asphalt. Dense wind sounds and thunderous roars were heard from the abysses on both sides, and some huge creatures were gathering in groups.

The so-called Nibelungen was originally the kingdom of dragons, and Odin would not just raise a group of heroes created by alchemy here. His subjects were sleeping in the abyss, and at this moment the dragons were waking up, responding to the king's call, and wanted to tear everything they saw to pieces with their claws and holy words.

Lu Mingfei was suspended between the non-stop lightning. The purple-white lightning cast his shadow in all directions. When it fell on the mountains, it was as hideous as a demon. When it fell on the elevated road, it was like a sacred dragon bone cross. The overwhelming rain still accumulated black water on the asphalt road. The black shadow stood up again in the water. They looked up, and countless pairs of golden pupils were looking at Lu Mingfei who was surrounded by lightning.

They were not looking at Lu Mingfei, but at what was in his hand.

That dead, cold iron face that was cut in half.

It was this mask that bestowed the power of Odin on Percy Gattuso, making him regarded as a secret weapon by the Gattuso family, a man whose bloodline could potentially reach S-level.

This was not the first time that Lu Mingfei had possessed such a strange thing. Two years ago, when he and Nono walked out of that screening room, they encountered the invasion of the Nibelungen. At that time, there was also a Deadpool who disguised himself as Odin and died under the knife of the Seven Deadly Sins.

The texture and weight of the two masks were almost exactly the same, but when Lu Mingfei fought against Supreme Norton at Six Flags, he used the previous mask to temporarily steal Odin's power, but it only lasted for a short time before it completely decayed and dilapidated. The mask taken from Percy was completely different. It gave Lu Mingfei the feeling of facing the skeleton of a king, and the desolate breath was blowing in his face.

Obviously, as Lu Mingze said, Odin's mask is the most mysterious alchemical creation in the world. He endowed it with the power of the king in order to avoid the twilight of the gods that would inevitably come after the imbalance of the Bagua.

Lu Mingfei flapped his wings and soared among the clouds. Maintaining himself in the fourth degree of blood burst was a great burden even for him. He looked forward, where a ball of fierce light was tearing apart the darkness, like thunder that was about to descend into the abyss.

After Percy was killed, Pompey Gattuso, who was far away on the other side of the Pacific Ocean, had obviously realized that an unexpected riot was happening in his kingdom of God. Perhaps he had never thought that Lu Mingfei, who had already embarked on the road of escape, would have the courage to break into his Nibelungen and kill his puppet.

Now the angry god is descending upon his kingdom. Odin is undoubtedly the supreme being who has reached the pinnacle of alchemy after Norton and Constantine. He can place the Nibelungen beacon on anyone or summon his kingdom of the dead to every corner of the earth through any rainstorm that falls from the sky. So it is not impossible for him to directly open a portal to heaven from Kassel College in the suburbs of Chicago and return to his own kingdom.

The high-temperature-resistant and high-sensitivity communication equipment directly implanted in the external auditory canal finally began to work again, but it was still making a crackling sound of electricity. It was obvious that the technicians on the other end of the communication were trying to restore contact with Lu Mingfei.

Looking back, the end of the skyline seemed like a huge blade falling from the sky, cutting through the gray clouds, the endlessly winding Penrose stairs, and the endless darkness.

The clouds were boiling, and in the countless crisscrossing lightning, the dark clouds were like a surging tide rushing towards the crack that was forcibly torn apart in Nibelung and connected to another space, but they seemed to hit an invisible wall, where a black tide peak formed, mocking the thunderstorm below, like a waterfall pouring down from the sky, connecting the sky and the earth, and at the same time waving away the mercury-colored light. The roar of the engine came from behind the waterfall-like lightning.

"Moshimoshi, little brat, can you hear me?" The harsh noise of the arc stopped abruptly, and the little girl with a baby voice shouted in Lu Mingfei's ear, "I was so worried about you that I pointed a gun at the temples of those young old men and threatened them to increase the cracking rate of Xirang to 130%. Only then did they tear open the door to this subspace in less than an hour!"

Lu Mingfei looked at the end of the elevated road which was covered in gray in the rain. There, the fierce light of the gods was burning fiercely, but he was not able to tear through the barrier of space. Obviously, after this world was cracked by Xirang, it no longer completely belonged to Odin.

This elevated road is not endless. Its lens is the reflection of the city. Lu Mingfei can see the city that looks like a decaying giant corpse in the rain. The sky there is like an iron pot lid, tightly covering the roof of each gray or titanium black building. The angry god stands in every piece of reflective glass in the city. He rides on the back of Sleipnir, another eight-legged horse that spews lightning from its mouth and nostrils, spinning and waving the oppressive iron sword in his hand. Every time he swings the sword, a tiny crack appears on the glass and advertising screens in the city. When those cracks spread like spider webs, the god will return to his domain.

The fierce light came from the city.

"I killed one of Odin's puppets. I'm fine." Lu Mingfei flapped his wings to slowly rise in altitude. He seemed like something in this world that even despised the rules. The dense lightning and lead-gray clouds automatically retreated in front of him.

After a moment, he stood above the clouds, thousands of meters high. He looked up but could not see a single star. Only chaotic colors swam like fish in the dome. There was no starry sky in Nibelungen. Its space was limited.

Few people in this world can see such a magnificent landscape. The boundary between reality and illusion is infinitely blurred here. Chaotic light and shadow spread silently on the arc of the sky like mottled ribbons, like surging aurora.

Dark clouds flowed under Lu Mingfei's feet. Colorful light sprinkled on the clouds, illuminating his shadow.

The barefoot girl in a long cinnabar skirt sat cross-legged on Lu Mingfei's shoulders. She hugged the man's horned head, and her empty eyes reflected the distant city in the kingdom of the dead.

"I can feel the lingering aura of my father's bones and blood, right in that city." Xia Mi said softly. Lu Mingfei was stern, and the muscles on his back connecting his wings contracted.

According to the plan of Wazhu and Zhengtong, first their army will rush into the Nibelungen and kill all the heroes and dragons living here to prevent any existence from affecting their next actions. Then a team will place a timed thermonuclear bomb in the core area of ​​the Death Kingdom. It is said that the equivalent of this bomb is equivalent to 8 million tons of TNT. If it is detonated in Shinjuku District, Tokyo, it can destroy Shibuya, Chiyoda and Bunkyo in a few seconds. The radioactive dust produced by the nuclear explosion can sweep across the entire Tokyo within a few minutes.

The effective killing range of fifteen kilometers in radius may not be a big deal for the Kingdom of the Dead, but the high temperature and shock produced by the nuclear explosion will deal a fatal blow to the elemental balance in this subspace constructed by alchemy, and the radiation cloud will also cause the genes of the dragons living here to be contaminated.

When it was impossible to crush Odin in alchemy, nuclear explosion, the most deadly damage that humans could cause, became Wa's only option.

"If you want to find something in here, do it quickly. We will give you at most two hours!" the little girl yelled. It sounded no quieter on her side than Lu Mingfei's side. Someone was roaring and giving orders, "Mark 5000 meters, load No. 11 ammunition, slow-release fuse, and fire!" Then thousands of cannons roared, and the deafening artillery fire even suppressed the sound of thunder.

"Why only two hours?" Lu Mingfei asked. "Damn, I thought you were going to send a bunch of cool guys with guns and cannons to attack us like the academy's executive department, but you ended up covering me with firepower."

It is no exaggeration to say that it is firepower coverage.

Before getting on the elevated road, Lu Mingfei saw that there were nearly a hundred artillery pieces standing on the artillery positions on both sides of the asphalt road, and the barrel of each artillery piece was flashing a fierce and cold light.

With the skill of Wazhu, it is impossible to use old things that have been eliminated many years ago in such a battle. Those mortars must be the most advanced weapons that this country can get. "Xiran is fighting with Odin for the control of this cave, but we don't have the upper hand. He will come again in two hours at most. We must destroy everything here before that." Wazhu said, she hesitated, "Who knew you were so fucking powerful and actually killed that thing! Damn, right now we have a battalion of heavy rocket launchers in the mountains 35 kilometers away waiting to launch cruise missiles to bombard Asgard!"

The warhead of a short-range cruise missile is designed to be the most efficient and deadly killing weapon. After the warhead explodes, about 120 blade-like fragments scatter. Even at a distance of meters, the density of the flying fragments can still cover a target the size of a chest target, and its kinetic energy can still cut through a bulletproof vest.

When facing that kind of thing, apart from the pure-blooded dragons, only the snake-like Deadpool with extremely strong defense can survive by avoiding being directly trapped by the bullet points.

In this way, the dragon clan's dream of returning to the world was actually completely shattered in the middle of the last century. The firepower coverage on the front battlefield can destroy any carbon-based life that has ever appeared on the earth.

Although some Deadpools and dragons can use words like the Dustless Land to achieve complete immunity to the heat and kinetic damage from bullets and artillery, the use of words is a huge burden even for dragons.

The endless artillery fire was like thunder from the other side of the world. Lu Mingfei returned to the cloud layer again. He saw that most of the shells were ignited by the lightning that fell like a waterfall on the boundary between Nibelungen and the real world, and then exploded in the air. A few sporadic shells fell between the black shadows that stood up from the accumulated water, immediately causing huge waves. The shattered shrapnel tore into the bodies of ten or dozens of heroes and threw their broken limbs in all directions.

At this time, the sense of crisis that Lu Mingfei brought to Odin has been infinitely diluted. It is hard to say whether the puppet played by Percy is more important to Pompey Gattuso, or the life he has managed for thousands of years.

In short, the dragons that rose from the abyss let out earth-shaking roars towards the sky, but none of them charged towards Lu Mingfei. Instead, they looked behind the thunder curtain with their ferocious golden eyes, where they could vaguely see a giant steel beast crawling forward like an ancient giant turtle. The gun barrel of the beast was silent, but everyone knew what was hidden inside.

Suddenly Lu Mingfei heard a dull explosion. This sound was different from the sound of mortars and howitzers. It was low, like a wailing from deep in the earth. Then the whole world seemed to become silent, and the sound of rain was fading away.

Then there was a loud bang that was a hundred times louder than the previous one!

Lu Mingfei suddenly stopped his wings and looked behind him in astonishment. About 200 meters away from the thunder curtain, a ball of blazing and thick white fog suddenly rose from the elevated road that had been expanded to a width of nearly meters.

Then the earth shook and the mountains began to shake. The elevated road that was tied to the foundation of this kingdom of the dead and was almost uncollapsed and that had snaked out like a giant python seemed to be trembling. Then a huge ball of fire appeared in the depths of the white fog. The fire was wrapped in thick black smoke and rose slowly, turning into a mushroom cloud dozens of meters high, like a beautiful flower of death blooming in a wind and rain.

He was stunned and couldn't look away for a moment.

"How is it? Are our thermobaric bombs powerful enough? How do they compare to the weapons you used against Norton in Chicago?" the little girl asked excitedly.

Lu Mingfei was silent for a moment. "Great," he said.

Just that one shell cleared out hundreds of closely-spaced heroes. To achieve the same result, the academy's executive department would have needed to dispatch at least the same number of elite executive officers.

Of course, this was due to the dense concentration of heroic spirits here, like raindrops from the sky, but as war becomes more modernized and even futuristic, more powerful thermal weapons will quickly appear in the hands of humans. Odin's brave warriors suffered heavy losses without even seeing the enemy's face.

At this time, Lu Mingfei heard another man's roar coming from the Wa Lord. He shouted a new order, "Keep the direction, keep a distance of 200 meters, slowly move forward and fire!"

Before this command was delivered, the next one came right after: "Set the target at 3500 meters, release!"

This time, even crazier barrages broke through the border blockade and fell into Nibelungen. All heroes in the area where the artillery fire advanced were killed, and the rain clouds in the sky were also rapidly receding. That should be the power of Xirang or Wazhu.

"Odin has obviously mastered the ultimate alchemical secret of life creation. We have to destroy the foundation of his creation of life and find a safe landing place for our troops." said Lord Wa.

"The military told us that the mortars can only reach seven kilometers inside, but I know that the road is definitely longer than seven kilometers. From now on, we will have to rely on our tanks and brave soldiers."

After another wave of roaring artillery fire, a high wall made of rubble and flames was lifted up under the thunder curtain. Before the high wall fell, the armored vanguard, which was crushing the accumulated water with its tracks, had already rushed from reality into fantasy in the thunder.

They had actually used thick copper wire to build a Faraday cage on the surface of the tank early on, so that lightning could not harm the driver inside.

Dense tank cluster charges had not appeared since World War II, but at this moment those steel monsters were so impenetrable that they were like a high wall.

The artillery fire was still coming in slowly, while howitzers and mortars were still clearing the positions for the tanks. The thunder curtain suddenly flashed twice and collapsed completely. Then a group of attack helicopters broke through the boundaries of reality and entered hell. Their formation was neat and large in number, dozens or even hundreds of them, as if all the armed helicopters in the entire military region were brought here, forming a black dot matrix in the chaotic, colorful and mottled sky.

The helicopter array was advancing much faster than the tank cluster. The dragons felt insulted and charged forward with a roar. Two armed helicopters were torn apart the moment they came into contact. One of them exploded in mid-air not far away, its rotor cut off and its fuel tank burned by flames. Another one staggered over the top of the tank cluster with leaking fuel and fell to the ground among the heroes dozens of meters away. The black shadow pounced on the wreckage of the helicopter like a zombie, and it exploded into a fireball a moment later.

Almost at the same time, the contrails of close-range air-to-air missiles drew countless parallel white lines at low altitudes. However, dragons and heroic spirits were different. They were all ancient species above the fourth generation. It was difficult for missiles and bullets to cause fatal damage to them unless they hit their weak points.

Lu Mingfei knew that this was not the time to stay, so he left the battlefield and followed the direction Xia Mi pointed out, turning into a rushing wind and moving forward.

(End of this chapter)