Dragon Raja: Lu Mingfei's Dimensional Gate

"Does that give us the right to be above him?" Zhao Fangxu crossed his arms and posed the question to the other directors present.

He was the director who had the most contact with that person, and also the one among them who was closest to that person. Although it was just a verbal address, it brought them quite close.

The projector in the conference room repeatedly played footage of the Nathan Island operation, but only for a few minutes.

This short film, lasting only a few minutes, sent a chill down everyone's spine; they really were keeping a terrifying beast as a pet.

Moreover, this beast's root system is already very developed and intricate.

None of the board members could answer Zhao Fangxu's question.

"Next question," Zhao Fangxu brought the topic back, "Nathan Island had no casualties and also some unexpected intelligence. I think that's what we should be concerned about."

“Yes, we should take care of our own business. It’s time to reorganize some of the Ten Elders,” Huang Boren echoed.

He had witnessed it firsthand; that man could cut down everything from the South Heavenly Gate to Penglai East Road without even blinking. He felt that life was precious and it was better to avoid trouble.

"Yes, this operation was perfect," Zhao Fangxu gave an overall assessment.

No one else objected, and all the minor matters were settled in a few words.

After everyone left, Zhao Fangxu turned off the projector.

The supernatural powers Lu Mingfei displayed in the video were still vivid in his mind. He felt a little resentful. He was going to retire in a few years, and not only had Feng Baobao's incident happened, but also Lu Mingfei's. His life was destined to be turbulent.

Previously, Lu Mingfei had obtained something from the people who attacked Zhang Chulan.

It's still quite important.

Zhao Fangxu picked up his phone, scrolled through his contacts, and finally stopped at "Yaoxing Society - Qu Tong".

He placed his phone on the table and stared at the name, lost in thought.

......

Happy times slip through our fingers, and all that remains are fleeting memories.

Although Lu Mingfei really wanted to spend more time with her, time waits for no one.

His leisure time will eventually come to an end, and he will eventually have to face what he has to face.

So he returned to the place that was about to be shrouded in dark clouds.

He could still intermittently feel the mark left on Xia Mi's body.

Nibelungen is a space independent of reality. Once you enter, you can never return to your normal life. Yet, those who have been searching for it for a hundred years have still not found a trace of it.

All Lu Mingfei could do was wait.

The dark clouds seemed to contain a vast ocean, poised to plunge down.

"I thought you fell into the toilet, and you actually thought you could get out." Old Tang's loud voice came from the entrance of the internet cafe.

Lu Mingfei shrugged. "It is indeed a bit long."

He then turned his gaze to a certain overpass.

......

"chi"

Murasame pierced the roof of the Panamera, impaling an unknown attacker.

Chu Zihang accelerated the car again, the rain washing away the bloodstains on the vehicle, and the beam of light piercing the darkness trembled incessantly in the torrential rain.

My vision gradually blurred, and the Panamera gradually accelerated.

It felt as if a terrifying force was following behind, making it impossible to stop for even a moment, and as if a vengeful enemy with overwhelming hatred was in front of it, making it want to smash it to pieces.

Red blood vessels gradually appeared in Chu Zihang's golden eyes.

"Zihang."

The girl in the passenger seat called out softly, but the sound of raindrops hitting the car body and windows drowned out the sound of raindrops hitting the car body and windows, pulling Chu Zihang back to reality.

"I'm fine now." Chu Zihang slowed down his driving.

He was nearly overwhelmed by the tidal wave of hatred, but thankfully she reminded him.

Before the car even stopped, pairs of bloodthirsty golden eyes lit up ahead. Those hybrids lost in the Nibelungen, hybrids controlled by the master of this space, were waiting ahead.

We await his arrival.

I never expected to return to this place in this way.

If he were alone, this vehicle would transform into a sheathed blade, "slashing" at the gods, either breaking apart or killing them.

But there was another girl he couldn't take with him; he couldn't let her come with him.

Chu Zihang stopped the Panamera, took out an umbrella to block the rain, went to the passenger side and opened the door.

"Drive back the way you came, don't look back, don't look back, don't look back," he repeated three times.

Xia Mi, in the passenger seat, raised her delicate face, her bright eyes seemingly trying to memorize the scene before her.

In the rainy night, surrounded by demons, a boy opens the car door for you with an umbrella and hands it to you, urging you to leave. In his other hand, he holds a sharp, menacing blade, his gaze fixed on the demons lurking in the rain.

"I'm a little touched." Xia Mi didn't take the umbrella, but asked instead, "If I hadn't met you, and you hadn't met me, would we still be like this now?"

"I don't know, but I guess it's okay." Chu Zihang didn't understand why Xia Mi would ask such a sudden question at such a serious moment.

"As expected, it's our destiny, no matter how many times it happens." Xia Mi's expression was somewhat helpless.

She took the umbrella from Chu Zihang's hand, gazing at him tenderly, but with a hint of reproach, "You'd better live well, so that that bastard Lu Mingfei can't be envious."

"Damn it?" Chu Zihang couldn't help but let his thoughts wander at this moment.

Xia Mi, holding an umbrella, sat in the driver's seat. Under the headlights, the boy, knife in hand, rushed into the rain and ran towards the horizon formed by golden eyes.

Unable to feel the lights as he sped away, Chu Zihang heard the distant roar of engines and a genuine smile spread across his face.

The timid child who once needed protection has finally grown into an adult who can protect others and entrust their back to them.

The guilt of not being able to save his father in the past has transformed into the impulse to save others today.

Chu Zihang lunged at the attacking Death Servants, his unstoppable Murasame sword slicing through their bodies as he stepped towards the tall figure behind them, riding an eight-legged celestial horse and clad in armor.

He chanted softly, and the Word Spirit - Lord's Flame suddenly erupted.

Flames rose, and the rain within the raging inferno turned into steam and dissipated. Several Dead Servants were engulfed in flames, draining the last remaining fuel from their bodies.

Chu Zihang pointed his sword at Odin, who was riding an eight-legged winged horse in the distance.

"Odin."

“Mortal, how dare you trespass into the realm of the gods again?” Odin said, his gaze fixed on the depths of the rain.

Odin waved Gungnir, a creature made from the World Tree, and countless undead servants rushed forward, attacking Chu Zihang.

Chu Zihang moved like a dragon through the horde of Dead Servants, his Murasame sword flashing and swirling, and countless Dead Servants fell beneath his blade.

The Word Spirit Jun Yan timely resolved the predicament of being besieged.

However, these Deadpools are like cockroaches in a rented room—they can't be completely eradicated.

The super A-grade hybrid was gradually falling into a disadvantageous position under the endless siege of the dead servants. The wounds on his body continued to increase, and even the time it took to activate his Word of Power was constantly being extended.

Is he going to fall like this? Chu Zihang looked at Odin, who remained unmoved, his gaze seemingly unchanged from beginning to end.

Blood, washed away by the rain, stained the ground red.

Chu Zihang remained standing, knife in hand, seemingly ready to fight to the very last moment of his life.

It seems to be not far off for him.

Excessive blood loss made his vision blurry, but then it suddenly became clearer, and he even experienced auditory hallucinations.

The sound of a car engine seemed to grow louder as it approached, and the light grew brighter.

Chu Zihang once again wielded the Murasame sword to execute a Dead Servant.

This time he heard it very clearly; the girl's anxious voice pierced through the rain.

"Your noble self-sacrifice is enough, isn't it? You've fucking been a hero enough, haven't you? Don't think I don't know what you're thinking!"

Chu Zihang, who was unsteady on his feet, seemed to hear the girl swearing.

The approaching Deadpool was struck by the oncoming car and sent flying towards Odin.

Before they could even get close to Odin, they were torn to pieces by an unknown force.

The Panamera successfully drifted and turned the driver to Chu Zihang's side.

"What a piece of junk car," Xia Mi complained, kicking open the car door and holding the umbrella that Chu Zihang had held for him above Chu Zihang's head.

Xia Mi supported the swaying Chu Zihang, raised her angry eyes, and retaliated against Odin's gaze.

"You old bastard, your parents don't like to take their anger out on others, so you only know how to bully the younger ones?!"

Chapter 266 Calling for Help

Chu Zihang was surprised by the girl's... boldness?

The wide-open, angry eyes were reflected in the dark night sky, and the slightly shimmering golden light made them look especially charming under the umbrella that shielded them from the wind and rain.

His body, exhausted from killing Deadpool, seemed to relax. An unknown power gradually filled his body, and he slowly straightened up, gripping the blade in his hand.

His gaze shifted from the girl's captivating eyes to Odin.

"Again!"

Chu Zihang seemed to be speaking to himself, and also to Odin.

Only Odin's glowing eyes shone through the metallic mask, appearing even colder. A heavy atmosphere permeated the rain, as if even the air itself had thickened.

"Noisy!"

Odin's deep, rebuking voice pierced the rain.

As soon as he finished speaking, Odin's Dead Servants, as if receiving a command, rushed towards Chu Zihang and Xia Mi in a swarm.

Countless Dead Servants charged forward one after another, their glowing golden eyes forming a surging wave.

Faced with so many Deadpools, Chu Zihang was about to charge into the "wave".

But it was stopped by an arm as slender as a tender lotus root.