Dragon Clan: No one wants me, Lu Mingfei

Ever since the Nibelungen was taken away by Xia Di, Odin has been thinking about taking it back all the time. After all, it is one of his important plans. At the same time, he can also see how Xia Di took away his exclusive domain and whether he can learn from plagiarism and rob the Nibelungen of other dragon kings.

However, the opponent is too powerful. Even if the main body goes with all the clones, they can only be wiped out.

The elite sent by the Gattuso family to support the Chen family turned into a vegetable the moment they entered China. They have not woken up yet, and they have not yet figured out what kind of words caused it.

During this period, Odin also sent clones to sneak into China.

With the blessing of divine power, the clones are more powerful than the elite hybrids, and because the clones are actually puppets controlled by Odin from a distance, the strange energy that can turn hybrids into vegetative people in an instant cannot affect them.

However, whenever Odin controlled his puppet clone and tried to approach the city full of secrets and conspiracies, he would lose contact with the game character he controlled, just like those Internet-addicted teenagers whose network cables were unplugged.

At first, Odin thought that his whereabouts were exposed and discovered by Xia Di, so when Xia Di went to Tokyo for a trip, he sent his clone again to try to sneak in.

This attempt was very successful, and the connection was disconnected the moment he entered the city.

Originally, he was going to make persistent efforts and dig out the biggest secret of Xia Di while Xia Di was no longer attacking the old nest.

Unfortunately, something went wrong in the middle, and he had to put his attention back to Europe.

Fortunately, the previous attempts had accumulated enough data. After months of research, Odin finally mastered the method of successfully sneaking into the city. As long as Xia Di left China, his home would become his own backyard.

Of course, no one knew whether Xia Di had a backup plan. When the danger had not been explored, Odin would not personally go into the battle to fight "king against king, general against general".

So he spent a lot of money, material resources and energy to get a material with excellent status, bloodline and ability, and made a high-quality puppet clone, which further strengthened the Gattuso family's voice in the secret party and the board of directors of Kassel College.

Shaking the red wine in the glass that was as bright as blood, the man who claimed to be the Lord of the Gods showed a determined smile at the corner of his lips.

Now Xia Di is still floating in the sky, and he has already arranged everything.

For the sake of insurance, the process of transporting the clone has been carefully arranged to ensure that it will not arouse suspicion from anyone including the Dragon Group. Even the mixed-blood chief elite responsible for transportation has been hypnotized to forget his mission. Only after receiving special instructions after arriving at the destination will he remember his mission and enter Nibelungen according to the method he gave.

Even if the clone puppet loses contact with itself after entering Xia Di's rear or Nibelungen, it can act independently through the pre-implanted instructions and brainwashed consciousness. There is no need to worry about losing contact directly like before and appearing in an unknown crematorium and being burned to charcoal.

The man took a sip of wine, savoring the sweet aftertaste, his eyes fell on the distant seascape with blue waves, his eyes narrowed:

"This is a sure thing!"

...

"Boom--"

In Nibelungen, thunder roared in the dark night sky, and the cold winter rain fell mercilessly, dripping on the dark golden arm armor, turning into fine water droplets splashing in all directions.

The heavy metal knight boots were submerged in the water on the ground, and the sturdy legs supported the body like a rock to stand in place. The dark golden belt was raised, and the upper body that should have been ape arms, chest and tiger waist disappeared.

Behind the lower body with two feet, in a two-meter radius deep pit, the horseless knight lay on his back in the center, with only the right arm intact on the upper body, and the bronze mask buckled on his face was covered with spider-web-like cracks. The golden light in the remaining single eye flickered, as if it could go out at any time.

Under him, a pool of rootless water had gathered, mixing with the blood flowing from the cut on his waist to form a dirty black-red color.

Raindrops seeped in through the cracks of the bronze mask, mixed with the blood that kept seeping from the facial features below, and slowly flowed out from the gap between the mask and the face.

The beheaded Odin's clone stared blankly at the night sky with flashing lightning, with only confusion and a little disbelief in his heart.

Just now, he left a cruel word, ready to use the Spear of Destiny that had returned to his hand to torture the traitor who betrayed the Lord of God to death, and use the traitor's blood to wash the Lord of God's tarnished glory.

However, just as he raised his spear to pierce the traitor who was still sitting on the eight-legged horse, a blade light that looked like a white silk of a startled swan tore through the rain curtain in an instant, and reached in front of him in less than a blink of an eye.

Almost as a reflex, the horseless knight tried to turn the spear head to smash the magnificent blade light, but Gungnir, who he thought was under control, was unmoved. No matter how hard he tried, he could not shake it at all, as if it was welded to the air wall.

And it was precisely because of this delay that the blade light that tore through the wind and rain passed by in an instant, as smooth as a hot knife cutting butter, and the metal armor made of heavy gold could not stop it at all.

The drooping left arm was cut off at the elbow, and the tall and majestic body was centered on the golden section. The lower body remained in a standing position, and the upper body holding the spear was broken from the waist, slowly tilting backwards.

But before the body was completely separated, Gungnir, who was held high in the air, swung a big circle without warning, breaking free from the grip of the horseless knight, and the spear head heavily swept over the bronze mask.

With a "pop" sound, the horseless knight was swept away by the spear, and the cross section of his waist was sprayed with blood, as if an out-of-control water rocket was shooting towards the rear.

Just when his upper body flew several meters away, a thunderbolt fell from the sky and struck directly on the remains of the body that was wrapped in dark gold armor. Peiran pressed him with huge force and smashed into the ground of the viaduct, forcing out a diameter of A huge pit four meters deep and half a meter deep.

"Huh, that's it?"

In the distance, the burly figure sitting on the eight-legged horse snorted disdainfully, and put the two-meter-long guillotine on his shoulder: "A fake is a fake, and I don't even have the qualifications to be real."

It was such a trivial action that turned the priest sitting in the sky into a high-spirited swordsman. Paired with the sacred and solemn light and the eight-legged horse wearing heavy armor at his crotch, it looked awkward.

"Then I'm really sorry, Mr. Bol, I couldn't let you use your full strength." The voice of the horseless knight lying in the pit was so weak that it seemed that it would be wiped out by the wind and rain at any time, but he still tenaciously let out his cry.

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a "snap" sound, and the bronze mask covering his face completely shattered, revealing a ferocious face whose skin and flesh were carbonized and then soaked in blood.

At first glance, he looks ugly and ferocious like a demon, but if the carbonized and blackened flesh is left intact, the exquisite three-dimensional facial features are enough to create a handsome face that is almost as handsome as Xia Di.

"This is..." Only half a meter away from the deep pit, Chu Tianjiao, who had an afro and a dark face, looked at it intently. When he opened his mouth, a wisp of black smoke came out of his mouth. He looked very funny:

"The eldest young master of the Laurent family, why is he here?"

Even though the person in the pit had turned into charcoal, Chu Tianjiao still recognized the other person's identity. After all, this guy was barely his friend back then. He could recognize him even if he didn't turn into ashes, but just by looking at the outline of his facial features It's still roughly right.

What puzzled him was that the young master's family was one of the largest syndicates in Europe. It was not an exaggeration to say that he was a giant in the mining and financial industries. At the same time, he was also one of the directors of Kassel College. How could this happen? Reduced to this level?

Are you seeking skin from a tiger or being taken advantage of?

Beside him, Chu Zihang, who was intact, looked at his father, who was covered in smoke and had dark skin after being accidentally injured by lightning. Not only did he not pay attention to his own body, but he also looked at Odin's clone. His eyes were a little complicated for a moment. Ming's emotions flashed through.

Why didn’t I see you caring so much about me and my mother before?

However, when he thought about the lightning that struck the horseless knight's body, and when the cracked arc of lightning fell to the ground and spread along the water, the man threw himself up to avoid the lightning strike, the young man let go of his helplessness again.

Just as I was about to pay attention to my old father's body, I saw him moving slightly, as if he wanted to step forward to check and see if the person lying in the pit was an old acquaintance.

As soon as he lifted his right foot, he fell straight forward. Chu Zihang was so shocked that he quickly supported his body.

It was with this reaching out that the young man realized something was wrong. His father's body was as stiff as raw meat that had been frozen in the refrigerator overnight. It was obvious that his body was numb and stiff after being struck by lightning and had not yet recovered.

"Well, I'm actually fine. I'll be fine if I take a little rest." Although Chu Tianjiao still has the ability to speak, he has obviously lost control of his body. He was held upright in his arms by his son like a mannequin. .

How should I put it, it's a little embarrassing.

I promised to protect my son from wind and rain, but I didn't expect that now I have become a fish on the chopping block, and I have to rely on my son to protect me.

Chu Zihang didn't speak, he just supported his father against the edge of the viaduct, and then, under Chu Tianjiao's disbelieving eyes, he took out a wheelchair and a giant parasol from his fourth-dimensional pocket.

"Boom!" The parasol was inserted into the solid concrete. Chu Zihang took out another bottle of powerful recovery agent given by Master Xia and drank it for his father. In just a few breaths, he recovered from the stiff state. Although I still can't raise my strength, at least the joints no longer look like they are welded to death.

"Son, what are you... ugh!" Chu Tianjiao was pinned on the wheelchair and stared dumbfounded at Chu Zihang's series of miraculous operations that completely broke through cognition. He only felt that there were faint signs of collapse of the worldview, but just now When he wanted to ask whether this was the set of Dragons or Doraemon, a piece of dried dragon meat as thick as a baby's arm was shoved directly into his mouth.

Putting a windproof jacket on his father, Chu Zihang didn't say any more nonsense and turned directly to face the tall figure on horseback carrying a knife. The long crescent-white knife in his hand shook into a line of rain.

Seeing that his precious son was about to fight with the ruthless person who killed his old friend without saying a word, Chu Tianjiao scolded Xia Di in his heart for this dog-headed teacher who only taught how to dance with a knife and how to use a gun but not "to endure the calm for a while, and take a step back to open up the world", what if? The eldest son has a problem, how should he explain it to his mother? !

"Wait a minute, son. We in China believe in persuading people with reason, courtesy first, and then fighting. Don't rush into action. Let dad talk to the old man first." Chu Tianjiao wanted to raise his hand to hold his son, but he was so weak that he couldn't even raise his hand. Not having any strength, he could only shout to make Chu Zihang stop.

But the young man who was walking against the wind and rain ignored his affectionate call at all and walked forward step by step on the waterlogged road. Instead, Boer, who claimed to be a priest in the distance, shouted from afar, with a tone of Full of contempt for mortals:

"I'm too lazy to reason with you. You don't deserve to listen."

As soon as these words came out, not only Chu Tianjiao's face turned extremely ugly, but even Chu Zihang, who had mentioned moving forward indifferently, stopped in his tracks.

With his back to the man sitting in a wheelchair, wearing a windproof jacket and tilting his head, missing only a pair of glasses, the young man's cold voice with a sense of dispute and solemnity came:

"Don't worry, I've been waiting for this day for a long time."

"Don't run away anymore. The child you care about has grown up."

In the torrential rain, the young man carrying a single sword faced the gods, his golden eyes like the scorching sun.

The fire elements, which had been crushed by the heavy rain and almost lost their living space, gathered in the young man's palm. With every heartbeat of his heart, the orange-red light that was as weak as a flame would grow stronger, until it turned into a blazing flame and enveloped it. The right hand holding the knife gradually spread towards the crescent-white long knife.

"Please take a look, my transformation."

The cold tone could not hide the scalding heat wave. The moment the boy said the last word, the terrifying heat and flames suddenly spread around him. Invisible shock waves raged on the viaduct, car parts and the standing Wu Ma. The remains of the knight flew out.

The rain all over the sky turned into high-temperature steam, obscuring the figure of the young man moving forward with a knife, leaving only the clear and audible sound of footsteps echoing on the dry cement road.

"Tap-tap-tap-tap-"

The sound of footsteps changed from the soft sound of plastic soles to the unique heaviness of metal boots. The violent storm continued to eat away at the high-temperature steam that was like white mist. Through the grand white light, a tall figure holding a long knife was vaguely visible in the mist.

"呲——"

The sound of a metal blade scraping against the concrete pavement was heard. A figure wearing silver, red and black armor walked out of the smoke with a knife. Under the dark blue crystal eye mask, a pair of eyes that were so calm that they were almost dead, were firmly locked on the man sitting upright. A god on horseback.

"Xia Ji Ba Dao·Mystique·Nirvana Dao·Overlord Slash!"

With a chant, followed by a shocking explosion, the road surface of the viaduct cracked inch by inch under the crushing force, gravel and water flew together, and the figure wearing three-color armor had disappeared from the place, in the rain. Blast out a terrifying spiral passage.

The young man who rushed forward at a very fast speed and brought up the boundless wind and rain leaped into the air like a wild dragon and an angry dragon, leaving behind afterimages under the light of the thunder in the sky, and the flaming sword in his hand slashed directly at the gods.

And the stalwart figure sitting on the eight-legged horse raised a broad-edged sword, intending to hit the man who dared to challenge the gods into the sky, and suffer the heart-gnawing pain of thousands of thunders.

"Qiang——!!!"

The three-foot-long knife collided with the two-meter guillotine, and a sharp explosion and a shock wave compressed to the extreme were suddenly released. The raindrops in a radius of fifty meters were instantly cleared, and it seemed that only one person and one god were left in the world with the knife facing each other.

The eight-legged horse wearing heavy armor could not withstand such terrifying brute strength. All the bones in its body broke almost instantly, and it fell to the ground with a neighing sound of pain.

The proud god lost his mount, but he snorted lightly and did not feel any regret at all.

A violent wave of air spread across the viaduct, blowing away the giant parasol that protected Chu Tianjiao from the wind and rain, and even caused him to retreat uncontrollably.

Looking at the two heavily armored knights who, after a moment of stalemate, turned into afterimages and began to fight. The battle scene was indescribable with thunderstorms, roaring wind, rain, and fierce flames. Chu Tianjiao couldn't help but swallowed:

"So, what have I been protecting all these years?"