Dragon Raja: Lu Mingfei Returns from the New Three Kingdoms

Chapter 182 The War Begins (4k)

Lu Mingfei looked at Chu Zihang.

The other person's physique was indeed not as good as his.

Or rather, it's a bit too bad.

Of course, this is based on his physical condition.

Upon returning to this world inhabited by dragons, Lu Mingfei was quite surprised to find that most people here were very fragile.

It looks like it was made of paper.

Chu Zihang was in a slightly better condition, but the other party kept thinking about his bloodlust, which meant his physical condition was actually just average.

It's not in an absolute sense, but rather a comprehensive consideration.

After all, Bloodlust is a way to enhance the body by strengthening the bloodline of dragons.

However, dragon blood itself has certain problems and can cause mental health issues.

So when the other party called him "Dad," Lu Mingfei felt it was a bit strange, but considering the other party's precarious mental state, he didn't say much.

After all, it always feels like if one thing isn't done right, the other person will turn into Deadpool first.

It's because the body's condition is not good in this direction.

As a result, he immediately activated the Heaven-Hating Sword Technique.

Although Lu Mingfei could sense the powerful force affecting Chu Zihang's body, he could also see it.

The opponent clearly didn't seem like someone who could instantly unleash their full power and wreak havoc when they first learned the Heaven-Hating Sword Technique.

His body can contain seemingly limitless power, and his mental state, having battled against fate for many years, is one of near-despondent calm.

Therefore, the boundless power and hatred brought by the Hate Heaven Sword Technique could not have much effect on him.

It's just a little painful, but he's used to it.

But Chu Zihang is not like that.

He had just used that force to cleanse his body, and it immediately gave him a tremendous shock.

It is powerful, of course, but the first time using something like this, it's so powerful it's like adding yourself to the firewood; the more you add, the easier it is to burn yourself first.

In Lu Mingfei's eyes, Chu Zihang was like someone wielding a weapon with excessive firepower; he might struggle to even stand, and could easily injure himself if he exerted too much force.

Not to mention that they are now facing the Heavenly Will soldiers.

Even if he successfully uses the Heaven-Hating Sword Technique, Chu Zihang, being so young, still needs some care.

Well, it has nothing to do with the other person calling him "dad" just now.

...It's okay.

Lu Mingfei raised his hand and pointed at Jiaoyue.

"Mount up."

Chu Zihang instinctively wanted to say that he could still stand.

Lu Mingfei had already refuted the question.

"Don't try to be tough in this pointless place. Trust me, listen to me."

Chu Zihang's Adam's apple bobbed; Lu Mingfei's words made him hallucinate.

He looked at the advancing army formation in the fog, and then at Lu Mingfei's dazzling golden eyes.

He eventually mounted the horse with a swift and agile movement.

The moon's silver body gleamed coldly in the rain.

It shook its head, splashing water droplets on its mane, its eyes sharp, as if it knew exactly the weight of the battle before it.

Although it neighed in displeasure, it did not reject Chu Zihang's attempt to mount it.

You should know that Caesar had tried everything he could, and in the end, he had to spend a lot of money to buy a bunch of wine for Diana to drink before he could ride her for a while.

I experienced firsthand what it means to traverse mountains, rivers, lakes, and streams as if they were flat ground—the true value of a top-tier horse.

Logically speaking, it should just be an artificial life form.

It is entirely made of metal and cannot be considered an organic substance.

But it possesses this level of spirituality. You must know that even the living beings created by the King of Bronze and Fire using alchemy had to have a soul imprisoned before they could possess this level of intelligence.

Moreover, it lacks the dynamism of the Moon Goddess; the Moon Goddess seems almost alive.

But who did Lu Mingfei kill? Whose soul did he imprison in Jiaoyue's body?

Even if he really had that ability, Chu Zihang didn't think Lu Mingfei would do that.

Of course, this is because he has a certain bias towards Lu Mingfei himself.

However, Lu Mingfei would not do that.

The bright moon was created by him using Zhuge Liang's human body. Yes, elite soldiers are not just elite soldiers; they are called troops.

It must have a horse.

Unfortunately, compared to Zhuge Liang, Lu Mingfei is basically an idiot... well, not that smart.

After all, the art of human cultivation and the availability of money and supplies are just the foundation; creating an army requires an additional cost, namely intelligence.

Lu Mingfei still remembered the scouts he sent out when Zhuge Liang had trained a million-strong army in Hanzhong. Zhuge Liang's mental state had hardly changed.

Not to mention that he completely lost his intelligence and became a vegetable, he didn't even have any speech problems, and he could still play the piano.

I was so scared I cried.

As for Lu Mingfei, since Diana is basically a hero unit, he needs to use more of his intelligence. Until this morning, he was still stupidly replying to messages one by one without knowing how to send group messages.

But as the saying goes, you have to give up something to gain something. Since you've gone to great lengths to get this precious horse, it must have many functions.

For example, Diana can fly, has weapon slots, can change forms, can merge with a human, and can even transform into a human form.

The most awesome mode is still the over-limit mode.

The bright moon is usually stored in the Heavenly Craftsmanship Furnace Fire Dragon and Tiger Hundred Refinement Qiankun Bracelet, which is obtained by absorbing large amounts of alcohol consumed from his body.

The stored energy maintains the state.

Lu Mingfei, on the other hand, created the Limitless Mode for Jiaoyue by referring to the Ten Thousand Millet Nourishing Battle Technique.

Judging from the current situation, the consumption shouldn't be too high.

It would probably take Lu Mingfei a wine coin from his pocket.

The coin glowed faintly in my palm, like a translucent disc washed by rain, its edges with excessively clear lines.

There were no prints on it, but something indescribable flowed inside, as if it shouldn't exist in reality.

He patted the side of Jiaoyue's neck.

He casually stuffed the wine coins into Jiaoyue's mouth.

The bright moon didn't even chew it.

The wine coin disappeared as if it had melted into its body, and then its breathing became even deeper.

The cold, beautiful muscle lines were even more pronounced in the rain, and the sound of the horse's hooves on the asphalt changed, becoming deep and resonant like drumbeats.

Lu Mingfei looked up at Chu Zihang.

"Take care of him."

The bright moon let out a low hiss.

Chu Zihang then realized that the words were not spoken to him, but to Jiao Yue.

Moreover, Jiaoyue understood.

The object slowly rose up.

First, there was a line.

The line extends along the spine, very steadily, as if someone had buried an invisible skeleton under the silvery skin.

Then there are the undulations on both sides.

The undulating shape is symmetrical, arching outwards in an increasingly clear arc, like the outline of a saddle growing out of the skin.

Then came the reins.

The reins were pulled out from the silvery-white skin, thin yet resilient, with the end hanging down naturally to fall into Chu Zihang's hand, just within easy reach.

The moment the saddle was formed, Jiaoyue's back slumped slightly, as if adjusting her center of gravity to the most suitable position to support a person.

The next second, the silvery-white skin parted to the sides like flowing water, and then closed up again like flowing water.

It transformed into a tight-fitting bandage, running from the outside of Chu Zihang's thigh all the way to his knee and then to the inside of his calf, holding him firmly in place.

Chu Zihang looked down.

The silver-white straps were not slippery in the rain; on the contrary, they were even more stable. The rainwater slid off the edges of the straps cleanly, as if it knew by nature how to strip away the dampness, cold, and bumps.

Lu Mingfei definitely doesn't need these things.

The generals in Twisted Three Kingdoms have abstract average strengths and an absurd sense of balance. They fight on horseback as easily as drinking water, let alone just riding a horse.

Chu Zihang gripped the reins tightly.

He could feel that Jiaoyue's body was becoming more stable and thicker, as if an invisible layer of armor had suddenly appeared.

Even the subtle swaying he experienced while sitting on horseback was smoothed out, making it seem like an excessively luxurious car.

Just like before, he got into that Maybach, started it, and drove away.

But today was different. His goal was to fight back. He rode his warhorse, long sword in hand, his hatred surging and transforming into power.

The warhorse neighed and transformed into a silver streak, carrying him at breakneck speed.

Even amidst the fog, Odin was not idle.

He wasn't in a hurry to rush.

All he needed to do was give instructions and point to where Lu Mingfei was.

As for Chu Zihang... he has indeed become stronger, but that's all.

No matter how strong an ant becomes, even if its power increases tenfold, it is still just a slightly larger ant.

They might not even be able to withstand the arrows from these soldiers.

A mist of divine will began to envelop the area, and golden pupils ignited in the soldiers' empty eyes, making them seem to come alive in an instant.

Then they began to form an array.

Shield sidebar.

Shields advanced like a city wall, with gaps deliberately left to allow archers to see. Archers raised their arms behind the shields, the bowstrings were fully drawn, and the arrows gleamed coldly in the rain.

A barrage of arrows.

There was no shout of killing.

Only the sound of strings.

Only shrieks.

The rain of arrows pressed down, so dense it was like a black curtain, covering the sky over this section of the viaduct.

Raindrops were scattered by arrows, the railings scraped against the ground with a series of harsh metallic sounds, and the asphalt road surface creaked as it was nailed.

But it didn't work.

As Lu Mingfei took a step, the asphalt on the overpass was instantly pushed and rolled up like a carpet.

That was his immense strength; he only needed to run forward, and his power caused such a change here.

In an instant, Lu Mingfei caught up with the streak of light representing the bright moon.

Even running ahead!

He leaped into the air.

It jumped very high.

It was so high it looked like it was about to crash directly into that curtain of arrows.

He twirled the halberd in his hand, the blade drawing a huge circle. The edge of the circle cut through the rain curtain, and the rainwater was thrown out to form a white line, which was quickly shattered by the new rain.

The arrows struck the halberd blade with a clang.

It struck the shaft of the halberd.

It crashed into the vacuum area he had created.

The sparks flashed and died in the rain, the shattered arrow shafts were swept away like withered branches, and the scattered arrowheads flew out and embedded themselves in the shield, the road, and the fog.

It's like a giant hand sweeping away the dust in the air.

It's like a big umbrella, sheltering us from the wind and rain.

Chu Zihang could see very clearly from horseback.

He felt a deep sense of peace.

You don't need to believe the world will treat you kindly; you just need to know that someone can withstand the heaviest blow.

So the moon sped up.

It accelerated suddenly in the gap when Lu Mingfei blocked the first volley of arrows with his halberd.

Its silver body was like a ripped beam of light. Its hooves crushed the puddles, and the water splashed into low white waves behind it. It carried Chu Zihang directly into the flank of the shield formation.

The shieldman wanted to turn his shield around.

It's too late to change.

Jiaoyue's charge was too fast; the shield had barely been raised when it was knocked at an angle, and as soon as the angle opened, Chu Zihang's blade fell.

The long sword drew a straight line in the rain, cutting through the rainwater and even the air, leaving only the dry blade visible.

In that instant, all notions of swordsmanship and martial arts vanished from Chu Zihang's sight.

Hatred washed over his mind, leaving him with only one thought in his mind.

"rush ahead!"

All that remained was the instinctive swinging of his muscles to prevent him from slamming the sword down like a baseball bat, like a complete novice.

But that's enough. For a sufficiently strong body, technique is like an external thing; all you need to do is move forward and swing.

That's fine.

The first strike cleaved the edge of the shield.

The second strike severed the wrist holding the shield.

With the third strike, he skillfully parted the shield wall, exposing the crossbowmen behind it who were raising their bows.

Blood splattered in the rain.

It was immediately washed away by the rain.

Chu Zihang's hatred roared in his chest, and the power of the Hatred Heaven Sword Technique was dragging him into the abyss. The roar was as if it would burn him to ashes.

But he held on, letting that hatred travel along the blade, turning it into the weight of each strike.

The bright moon moved through the formation.

As a being created by Lu Mingfei through the consumption of his intelligence, its mind contains all of Lu Mingfei's memories of fighting in the army.

There are even many memories of formations.

It can be said that before Lu Mingfei's intelligence returned to its peak, it was the number one formation.

The attack from these soldiers was utterly ineffective for it.

Jiaoyue led Chu Zihang through the army formation, but it was as if they were watching fish and admiring flowers, relaxed and carefree.

Odin could only see silver streaks constantly weaving through the formation, like the scythe of death, relentlessly reaping the lives of the soldiers and causing them to vanish into mist.

Damn it, all these soldiers are good at is shooting arrows and throwing logs and boulders!

That damn horse!

This invincible horse!

Chu Zihang never dreamed that the creature that had cooperated with him most seamlessly so far... a creature?

Anyway, the most compatible person was actually Jiaoyue.

It would slightly slow down Chu Zihang's speed the moment he drew his sword, allowing him to strike more steadily, and then immediately accelerate again, pulling him along.

Stay away from those slashes and thrusts.

This is the first time Chu Zihang has used the Heaven-Hating Sword Technique.

The body will still ache from the shock.

They will still be forced to bleed from the impact.

Although hatred constantly dragged him into the abyss, it also brought him back strength from the abyss.

However, his body was still too fragile for all of this. Even though he had become much stronger, he still couldn't keep up with the power that was being unleashed.

But the bright moon acted as a buffer, absorbing part of the most fatal blow and preventing him from falling to his death with a single misstep.

Was this all within Lu Mingfei's calculations?!

too strong.

At that moment, Lu Mingfei had just landed.

His eyes were fixed intently on Odin's single eye.

Two golden beams of light connected him and Odin amidst the vast army.

So that they can look each other in the eye.

He held his halberd horizontally, its tip pointing directly at the figure of the eight-legged warhorse in the mist.

His golden eyes shone like two lamps in the rain.

He raised the halberd very slowly.

It was as slow as a declaration.

"Come."