Dragon Clan: I am Lu Mingfei, the Intelligence Strategist, the God of Concepts!

Chapter 67 The Alchemist's Enlightenment, Murasame's Complete Form! The Dark Demon Blade
The world seemed subtly distorted; the sounds of the wind, the rain, and the suppressed roars in the throats of the shadows were like ghostly figures whispering under the streetlights.

"Humans..."

"He is back……"

"A mouthwatering piece of fresh meat..."

"Thirsty……"

The hellish scene was just like what happened in the Nibelungen.

Chu Zihang and Lu Mingfei were not the only ones who got off the bus.

Nuonuo, Chen Moxuan, and Chen Moming also stepped out of the Rolls-Royce Phantom, along with Su Jiannan, whose face was pale. The six of them stood in the wind and rain, silently confronting the gods and ghosts before them.

"President Su, you..."

Lu Mingfei grinned, his smile somewhat enigmatic.

He could see that under the gaze of countless pairs of demonic golden eyes, Su Jiannan's condition was extremely poor. Even though he had been involved in the underworld when he was young, and even though he had successfully changed careers later, his martial prowess had not completely dissipated with age.

But this was ultimately not his battlefield.

As Lu Mingze said, in the battlefield of the dragon race, without bloodline, no matter how strong your body is, you are nothing more than a lamb with firmer flesh.

"Go back to your car, don't force yourself," Lu Mingfei earnestly advised.

Su Jiannan hesitated for a moment, but finally got back into the car. As soon as he sat down, he couldn't stop breathing heavily, as if he was completely exhausted.

This is the Golden Eye, the power of the Dragon's Might.

Fortunately, he had hidden weapons in the trunk, which greatly replenished the team. There were knives, hammers, and even guns. It was better to be prepared than to be caught off guard... but trouble did come.

"What... are you doing?" Lu Mingfei glanced at Chen Moxuan and Chen Moming.

Now that he has leveled up, his combat power has surpassed those two. Although he has seen his senior brother's battle, he understands that sometimes combat power is not the deciding factor.

But the fact that these two members of the Chen family were willing to contribute was still somewhat beyond his expectations.

"You're getting too excited, buddy. But don't forget we're on the same side now! I'm going to expose the Chen family's affairs to you when we get back!" Chen Moxuan said with a dry laugh.

Clearly, he saw things very clearly. Even if they tried to protect themselves at this critical juncture, these Deadpools and that god-like guy would most likely not let them go.

Since death is inevitable either way, why not take a gamble?

"alright."

Lu Mingfei stopped worrying about it, after all, after several encounters, the impression these two people left wasn't that bad.

He grabbed a handy gun.

He tried shooting during high school military training and showed great talent, at least better than the knife skills he hasn't had time to practice these past two days.

My senior brother briefly taught him knife skills a couple of days ago.

It was indeed too short. Chu Zihang only had time to teach him one thing: 'cut'!
Combine speed and power to maintain body stability, then strike.

Just like...

This is what Chu Zihang is doing now!
……

The domain of the Word of Power: Sovereign Flame expanded instantly.

The rainwater evaporated into plumes of white vapor.

Chu Zihang's Murasame flashed by, and the body of the Death Servant who was near him was immediately dismembered in two, with black blood splattering everywhere.

No one saw clearly how he drew his sword; a combat strength exceeding four hundred meant that his speed and power had reached an incredible level.

A simple, direct 'slash,' without any swordsmanship, is enough to shatter the enemy before you!

With such a thorough death, Lu Mingfei didn't even need to try to finish him off; he knew that the Deadpool couldn't provide him with any more experience!
Chu Zihang continued forward; his only goal was Odin!

Whatever it may be in front of you.

Kill him, avenge our great grudge, and everyone will be able to leave Nibelungen!

But before facing Odin, he needs to get past the 'wall' formed by these Dead Servants!
The long sword drew a blinding arc of light, and raindrops splashed out in circles.

The sounds of blood gushing from wounds, bones breaking under the blade, mixed with the wails of the shadows: "It hurts!", "It hurts so much!", "It hurts like I'm burning up!"... desperate, hellish wails.

Under the intense slashing, even Murasame began to tremble slightly.

'boom--'

Gunshots rang out,

Lu Mingfei hit a Deadpool in the head with a single shot, but the Deadpool didn't die. It was just an MP7 submachine gun, and the small-caliber bullets weren't enough to kill these monster-like creatures.

But the Deadpools, who were about to pounce on them, were immediately drawn by the sound.

A large number of them were diverted and rushed towards the Rolls-Royce!

"Brother!"

Hearing the shouts coming from afar,
Chu Zihang's devilishly scale-like lips curled into a smile; he understood Lu Mingfei's meaning. He immediately leaped high into the air, clearing the suddenly empty space in front of him filled with the group of Dead Servants.

Just like that man back then, he wielded a long, narrow Japanese sword and slashed at Odin's head!
In his second state of blood rage, his body structure was completely different from that of a normal human.

The legs even developed inverted joints similar to those of insects!
High in the sky, his eyes were unfocused, coldly surveying everything below him like a god.

But in reality, he wasn't even looking at the whispering Deadpools; he didn't see these ants as anything special!

Does a god, looking down upon the world, gaze upon every passerby? When you possess the power to easily annihilate an individual into ashes, you will no longer notice their existence.

Your only opponent is another god!

'Om—'

Odin moved.

He slowly drew out the curved spear, the mythical 'Gungnir,' a branch of the World Tree crafted by the finest dwarf artisans from the depths of the earth.

Legend has it that when Odin threw this spear, it emitted a bright light that streaked across the sky, like a shooting star.
It seems extremely slow, yet it also seems incredibly fast!

'Ding--'

The spear seemed to teleport, striking the tip of Murasame's blade.

The next moment, an even more immense force struck.

The recoil sent him flying backward, crashing heavily onto the rough, slippery asphalt road in the distance.

The clothes were instantly torn, and the bluish-gray scales hidden on the body scraped against the ground, creating sharp sparks!
It slid for more than ten meters before stopping!
In his second blood-boosting state, his combat power surged by over 400, and he came carrying potential energy, yet he was still repelled by Odin's single strike!

The gap between the two sides is too big.

Compared to Chu Zihang's retreat, Odin remained standing on his horse, while the magnificent winged horse beneath him shifted its hooves and took a few steps back to avoid the recoil.

Chu Zihang spat out a mouthful of blood, struggled to his feet, and launched a second charge in a fit of rage. The dragon blood within him was still surging, and his anger transformed into power at this moment. He could not lose!

'boom--'

The long sword and the long spear clashed once again.

The tiny figure was still sent flying backward. He was defeated once again and fell to the ground. Even Murasame was thrown out of his hand and plunged into the ground in the distance.

"As expected... am I still too weak?"

Chu Zihang crouched down, his scales opening and closing. He was taking a deep breath, inhaling a huge amount of oxygen. Bloodstained bone spurs protruded from his body, and the muscles beneath the scales undulated like flowing water before suddenly tensing up, causing a thick, blood-red mist to rise from within him.

An unprecedented power was about to be generated within him; the second burst of blood was not enough to fight against this god-like monster.

Then the only option is... a third burst of blood!

"Sorry……"

Chu Zihang's vision went dark, a sign that the dragon's bloodlust was about to overwhelm his consciousness.

After this, there will be no more Chu Zihang in the world, only dead servants who look like Chu Zihang!

Bloodlust... is essentially a means of exchanging one's soul for power.

But for the sake of his friends' expectations, for the hatred of the past, and for his own long-cherished wish...

No choice!

Death... is not so scary.

"Hey bro, here's your knife."

A slightly familiar voice suddenly rang in his ears, waking him from his near-collapse.

Rough and robust, like a burly man with thick eyebrows standing in front of you.

"Knife..." He opened his eyes from his daze.

I saw a long, jet-black sword... It looked very much like Murasame, but its surface was covered with golden inscriptions.

【Morning Mist and Evening Rain - The Destruction of the Heavenly Demon】

He couldn't read the words, but he instantly understood their meaning.

The burly man's voice then turned slightly embarrassed: "Sorry, buddy, your knife just fell at my feet, and when I picked it up, it got like this..."

Driven by that innate sense of familiarity and closeness
Chu Zihang instinctively caught the rain from the village.

The next moment, an indescribable force flowed back from the blade into his body, abruptly interrupting the process of the third blood surge.

"The Demon Blade of Annihilation...?"

Chu Zihang murmured to himself.

He read aloud the message that had been transmitted to his mind through the alchemical matrix.

From within the blade, a faint, excited urging could be heard.

(End of this chapter)