Lu Mingfei, become the king of gambling in dungeons!

The air fragments he released were also transparent, but with something else added on top of that.

Several swirling black currents of wind surrounded him within two or three meters. The air was compressed and colored, forming a kind of "prototype of an air wall," or more accurately, a wind fortress connecting to the spiritual world, like the forbidden domain where the monarch resided.

Lu Mingfei had not yet fully grasped the true effect of the forbidden domain. His intuition told him that it was something slightly different from the Word Spirit Vampire Scythe. It was not a pure Word Spirit additional effect. The air wall was more like a thin shell on the outside of the forbidden domain, and the inner shell that protected the core had not yet grown.

In his view, the "pitch-black air wall" can only be considered a prototype of a forbidden zone, and a prototype within a prototype, far from achieving the cool and domineering effects of boss-level characters in anime.

The defensive effect tested so far appears to be rather limited, and it can probably only provide some resistance and slow down targets like steel-core bullets.

When a rifle bullet hits an air wall fortress, the air wall fortress cannot completely eliminate the kinetic energy of the rifle bullet; it can only reduce the rotational speed of the rifle bullet.

Small-caliber pistol bullets with a kinetic energy of less than 300 joules can basically eliminate lethality; bullets from pistols like the Makarov are almost completely harmless, but the effect is greatly reduced when using Desert Eagle bullets.

The invisible fortress doesn't last long and can be canceled at any time with a snap of the fingers. Maintaining it continuously will cause Lu Mingfei to experience headaches and yawning, but it's nothing serious; he can recover from this mental exertion with a 20-30 minute nap.

The dark, airy walls have gaps to allow hot air to flow in.

"I've guessed it. This place seems to be my own world. There are no worries I have to face in high school, no aunt's nagging, no that damn loneliness of the world eventually leaving only me... Okay, okay, there is still some loneliness."

The heat wave ruffled the hair on his forehead. Lu Mingfei slightly bent his fingers, and the dark wind helped him manipulate and dominate the air fragments. The wind element in the air seemed to be extremely excited, constantly trying to please him in a humble and obsequious manner.

He is someone who really enjoys the gentle evening breeze, ideally with the view of the setting sun, and preferably a warm rooftop where he can sit and swing his legs, with a buzzing air conditioner unit nearby.

Lu Mingfei pulled out a silver Desert Eagle from his waist, raised his arm, and detonated a Deadpool's right iliac crest. Swords and spears danced, blood sprayed, and fragments of "Blood Drinker" air flowed in one after another from the wounds beneath the Deadpool's scales.

His knife skills weren't particularly outstanding, but his marksmanship and physical attributes made up for it.

The flying vampire scythes are used to deepen the wounds on the Deadpools' bodies.

He'd played Genji's Heavy Machinery countless times; he knew all too well how to kill. A single Vampire Scythe could slice through the skin of most creatures, but that certainly didn't include Deadpool's iron-hard black scales—concentrated tearing was too mentally taxing.

"In short, I once wanted to team up with you guys to run dungeons for the rest of my life, to escape reality for the rest of my life. At least I've achieved something here."

Lu Mingfei continued talking to himself, saying what he had wanted to say for a long time.

"That's a fallacy, it's my... selfish prejudice. Time and time again, I have to admit that you are not just NPC puppets in the dungeon. Whether the game background here is a parallel universe or the future, you are more flesh and blood people than I imagined. You all have things and reasons that you are committed to."

"But what about me? What should I be clinging to? I, an orange soda, am just as out of place here—" Lu Mingfei roared out his past envy and resentment.

Chu Zihang and Caesar simultaneously turned to look at Lu Mingfei, whose face was contorted with ferocity and exhaustion. They were surprised and hesitated to speak. They had almost never seen Lu Mingfei in this state, uttering lines like a stray dog ​​with the air of someone who had slaughtered his way through the battlefield.

As if recalling something, Chu Zihang looked deeply at Lu Mingfei, his burning golden eyes reflecting the boy's figure as if from another world.

Caesar grunted, thinking to himself, "Here we go again with orange soda. Are you trying to pick a fight with it or what?" He opened his mouth to say, "How could you be orange soda? Today you are at least Hennessy, a high-quality cognac."

But suddenly he realized he couldn't bring himself to say it. Today, Lu Mingfei was acting like a man, not a boy. Such a wonderful man didn't need his comfort at all. Lu Mingfei was expressing his feelings, not seeking help.

In the past, Lu Mingfei looked rather listless and disheveled in Takamagahara, but the guy in front of me was different; he was truly about to flutter like a cherry blossom in front of the shrine.

What kind of flower arrangement did this guy comprehend in Takamagahara? Is being a male escort beneficial for the awakening of an S-class hybrid bloodline?

Clutching his constantly cracking wound, the pale-faced Genji silently killed a Death Servant with a severed tail. His injuries were even more severe than Chu Zihang's, and his poor condition did not allow him to do much.

If it weren't for the royal blood, he wouldn't even be able to maintain a conscious mind.

He listened the whole time, but couldn't get a word in edgewise.

"Later I realized something: this is not a fantasy game that is detached from reality."

"I am someone who has a chance of meeting you in the future; I am the one who will push open that door."

The Desert Eagle had run out of bullets. Stepping over Deadpool's corpse and the fallen shrine, Lu Mingfei pulled out the famous samurai swords hidden behind the murals, slashing and hacking, turning the battlefield into a pool of blood and a sea of ​​fire.

"I'm not the kind of person who gives up on friends easily. I hate tragedies, I'm terrified of them."

As Lu Mingfei brandished his sword, he glanced at the famous Muromachi sword in his hand, just like those swords that had been sharpened and carved by swordsmiths.

If they are not unsheathed today, no one in the world will know that they were hidden behind the murals of an ancient temple and decayed away.

"From now on, I'll try to get a happy ending in every dream's dungeon. If I'm already cheating like this in my dreams and still can't get a fantastic ending, I might as well find a block of tofu and slowly smash my head against it until it's turned into minced meat!"

Amidst the raging flames and sea of ​​blood, Lu Mingfei ended his declaration to himself.

The dragon blood within him made him uncontrollably excited; he felt like roaring at the world.

There are some things I just have to say, and I feel like I'm going to burst if I don't say them out loud.

"Give me a hand, are you really going to use Deadpool to make mapo tofu, Master Lu? The elevator doors are open... Let's hurry, the chain explosion you mentioned seems to be about to start." Caesar's disheveled, grinning voice came from behind.

"If we keep fighting, we'll commit suicide together. It's the kind of violent romance that the Sicilian underworld sings about."

The elevator has arrived, and a whistling cold wind comes from inside the shaft.

"With the size of your pectoral muscles, if you were a blond prince, I wouldn't mind having a Sicilian-style double suicide... Don't worry, we won't die."

Lu Mingfei almost head-on confronted and pushed back the Deadpool horde, but the Deadpools were such greedy creatures that they circled around and continued to approach. Caesar, who came to help, put the gun barrel into the Deadpool's open mouth before firing and sending it flying.

While running, Caesar maintained his blood-boosting state, his golden eyes blazing wildly despite his severe injuries, and he carried a blood-stained white shirt in his hand.

He was the only one of the three people by the elevator shaft who could still move around vigorously, so of course he had to rush over to help his teammates.

The other two patients had both lost too much blood, and if this continued, they might not even be able to withstand the recoil of the gun. They would stumble and fall with every step they took, and going forward would only be a burden to Lu Mingfei. Since he was still in good condition, he had to do something.

Even though it seems that Lu Mingfei hasn't reached his limit yet, the pressure from the Deadpool group is too great. Caesar's pride cannot allow him, who can run and jump, to hide and shoot while his friends are bleeding in the trenches.

His support was undoubtedly effective; more accurately, it was the blood-stained shirt in his hand that was effective—the one he had taken off Genjiro.

Clothes stained with the emperor's blood can lure away many of the assassins who are besieging Lu Mingfei.

Caesar threw his blood-stained shirt into the distant sea of ​​fire with all his might, then drew his Desert Eagle without hesitation and began firing. His hands were also stained with royal blood, and two greedy creatures, unwilling to stray far, set their sights on him.

A new round of explosions is about to begin; if we get bogged down, we're doomed.

Lu Mingfei, who was still frantically finishing off the Deadpool next to him, snapped out of his daze and leaped towards Caesar.

As he kicked Deadpool away on the left, he tackled Caesar to the ground, thus avoiding the bite from behind. The two of them, covered in dirt, rolled into the elevator.

Chu Zihang fired a shot at the pursuers, while Yuan Zhisheng quickly pressed the button to close the elevator door.

The old-fashioned freight elevator made a strange "creaking" sound, but thankfully it eventually managed to close the door.

The second explosion suddenly detonated, with blinding light bursting out like the sun and spreading across the corners. A heat wave swept through the hall at hurricane speed, instantly igniting the remaining explosives.