Dragon Raja: Lu Mingfei finds a Freylian

"Now! Lu Mingfei!" Chu Zihang roared, gripping Murasame tightly with both hands and assuming a full-force sweeping stance! This strike would exhaust most of his power in his previously blood-burst state.

"Time zero!"

Lu Mingfei also let out a hoarse, inhuman shout, pouring all his spirit, will, and even life into this Word of Power!

Om-! ! !

An invisible and intangible, mysterious domain suddenly expanded outwards from Lu Mingfei, instantly enveloping the large number of Dead Servants and Chu Zihang who were rushing towards them.

A miracle happened.

Within the domain, the flow of time seemed to be gripped by an invisible hand. The death servants, who were frantically rushing forward, brandishing weapons and chanting incantations, suddenly moved as if in slow motion—no, as if they were trapped in viscous amber. Their ferocious expressions, their splattering saliva, and the incantations flashing on their weapons all moved at an extremely slow pace! Everything within the entire domain became a near-frozen, slow-motion scene.

There were only two exceptions.

Chu Zihang and Lu Mingfei themselves.

Chu Zihang felt everything around him suddenly slow down; the deadly attacks and incantations seemed to be stuck in a quagmire. While his own movements were slightly affected, they were still much faster than those outside. He immediately realized that Lu Mingfei had succeeded.

Without the slightest hesitation! Opportunity knocks but once!

"Jun Yan!"

Chu Zihang unleashed the power he had accumulated to its peak, and Murasame, with its earth-shattering, blazing white flames, slashed out at a speed several times faster than before.

It was no longer a single fiery slash, but a fiery tidal wave like a tsunami. The blazing white royal flames seemed to have come alive, roaring and surging, sweeping wildly in a fan shape towards the almost still group of death servants in front!

Within the realm of Time Zero, the Dead Servants were utterly unable to evade or defend themselves. They could only watch helplessly as the devastating white sea of ​​fire slowly but irresistibly engulfed them.

There were no screams, no explosions.

Under extreme speed and extreme heat, Deadpool, swept away by the wave of flames, was like an ice cube thrown into a steel furnace, instantly vaporizing, decomposing, and disappearing. Not even ashes were left.

Sweeped up completely!

With a single strike, over thirty elite Word Spirit Death Servants in the fan-shaped area in front of Chu Zihang were completely wiped out, creating a brief vacuum zone.

The effect of the zero-time field disappears.

Lu Mingfei collapsed to his knees with a thud, coughing up mouthfuls of blood. His face was ashen, and his vision blurred. Forcibly maintaining the Time Zero Domain, especially during such intense combat and a period of extreme blood loss, had caused a terrifying backlash on his mind and body. He felt as if his head was about to split open, and every bone in his body was screaming in agony.

Chu Zihang also staggered, barely managing to stand by leaning on Murasame. The exhaustion from the burst of blood and the fatigue from overexertion washed over him like a tidal wave. But his burning golden eyes remained fixed on the front.

The effect was remarkable; the suffocating pressure of the siege suddenly eased.

However, their crisis was not over.

In the distance, Odin, perched atop his eight-legged steed, slightly turned his cold, one-eyed mask, and for the first time truly turned his gaze upon these two ants who had unleashed such power and wiped out a small portion of his cannon fodder.

Behind him, the boundless army of the dead silently marched forward once more, filling the gaps. The eyes of even more dead servants gleamed with the power of words.

Lu Mingfei and Chu Zihang stood back to back, panting, and could feel each other's trembling and rising body temperature.

They wiped out a batch, but faced an endless stream of more enemies.

And then there was Odin, the god-king who never made a move and watched them like the Grim Reaper.

As Lu Mingfei watched the tide of death slowly approach once again, a smile that was more like a grimace tugged at the corners of his mouth.

"Senior brother, it seems that the two of us are still not enough."

...

Lu Mingfei and Chu Zihang stood back to back, their heavy breathing unusually clear in the deathly silence of the gray, foggy wasteland. The power they had gained from the burst of blood was rapidly fading, replaced by a tidal wave of exhaustion, excruciating pain, and a deep-seated fatigue.

Lu Mingfei felt his vision blurring, his mind buzzing, and he almost couldn't stand. Chu Zihang was slightly better, but his hand holding the knife was trembling slightly, and the flames on the Murasame had dimmed considerably.

However, Odin's undead army gave them no respite.

The silent legion parted once more like a tide, creating a path. This time, however, those ordinary masked Deadpools emerged.

It was a female form of existence.

Tall and slender, clad in a dark blue, feather-patterned, form-fitting armor that accentuated his agile and powerful curves. He wore not an ordinary mask, but a more exquisitely crafted, equally cold and ruthless winged helmet, obscuring most of his face except for a beautifully sculpted jawline and a pair of pupils burning with eerie blue flames. In his hand he gripped a long, slender dragon spear crackling with electricity.

She wasn't a complete Deadpool; behind her unfolded a pair of incomplete dragon wings, composed of stark white bones and eerie blue energy. In her half-dragon form, a terrifying pressure, far surpassing that of any previous Deadpool, mixed with the aura of death, emanated from her like a storm.

Valkyrie, Odin's Valkyrie, but she was corrupted by the power of death and transformed into a Valkyrie Deadpool.

She didn't even glance at the cleared area; her deep blue gaze locked directly onto the exhausted Lu Mingfei and Chu Zihang. The dragon spear was held level, its tip crackling with electricity, pointed at the two!

Without being given a command, she moved.

With lightning speed, his tattered dragon wings flapped violently, unleashing a terrifying rocket-like speed. He transformed into a streak of dark blue lightning, hurtling straight at them. Even before the gun arrived, the sharp killing intent and arcs of electricity caused a numbing, stinging sensation on Lu Mingfei and Chu Zihang's skin.

"You can't dodge it!" Chu Zihang instantly judged that the opponent's speed and strength completely surpassed that of the previous Deadpool, and even far surpassed that of the S-class hybrid.

He shoved Lu Mingfei aside, roared, and forcefully activated the last of his Junyan's power, Murasame, to block the attack.

Clang!

The dragon spear clashed with the Murasame, unleashing blinding flashes of electricity and sparks.

Chapter 202 Valkyrie

Chu Zihang felt an irresistible force surge through him; his hand instantly split open, blood gushing out, and Murasame nearly flew out of his grasp. The force sent him flying backward, crashing heavily against the rock wall. A sweet taste rose in his throat, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

The Valkyrie Deadpool paused only slightly before her dragon spear once again pierced towards Lu Mingfei, who had just been pushed away and hadn't yet regained his footing, like a venomous snake.

"Holy crap!" Lu Mingfei was terrified, his survival instincts causing him to scramble backward. The dragon spear grazed his scalp, the force of the wind stinging his cheek!

Valkyrie Deadpool's attacks were like a storm, her marksmanship was superb, far beyond human capabilities, each shot contained terrifying power and arcs of death, and she could also cast incantations.

"Word of Power: Indra!"

Boom!

Several twisted blue lightning bolts descended from the sky, striking Lu Mingfei and Chu Zihang, who had just struggled to his feet.

Chu Zihang endured the excruciating pain and rolled away to dodge. Lu Mingfei was directly struck by the aftershock of a bolt of lightning, screamed in agony, his entire body went numb, and he collapsed to the ground in a cloud of black smoke, convulsing uncontrollably, completely incapacitated.

"Lu Mingfei!" Chu Zihang's eyes were bloodshot. Ignoring his own injuries, he lunged forward again. Murasame, with its last flames, slashed at the back of Valkyrie Deadpool's neck.

As if she had eyes in the back of her head, the Valkyrie Deadpool swung her dragon spear backward without even looking, blocking Murasame. A swift side kick landed squarely on Chu Zihang's stomach.

Bang! Chu Zihang was struck as if by a battering ram, his body folded in half, he flew backward, smashed through a rock, and collapsed to the ground, blood gushing from his mouth and nose, unable to move any further.

In just a few exchanges, the two were completely injured and collapsed to the ground, losing all ability to resist.

The Valkyrie Deadpool strode with icy steps toward Lu Mingfei, who was closest to her and still twitching slightly. She raised her azure dragon spear, aiming it at his heart. In those burning pupils, there was no emotion, only the cold indifference of carrying out an order.

As Lu Mingfei watched the gun tip, flashing with deathly light, getting closer and closer, his eyes filled with despair and resentment.

Is this the end? Just like that, being crushed like an ant.

"Tsk, it's really ugly."

A voice, tinged with mockery and languor, suddenly rang out on the deathly silent battlefield.

The sound wasn't loud, but it reached everyone's ears clearly.

The next moment, a petite figure silently appeared between Lu Mingfei and the Valkyrie Deadpool.

She wore the clown mask with its exaggerated grin and blue teardrops, but instead of the previous clown costume, she wore a black, practical outfit. She stood there casually, like an invisible wall, blocking out the deadly intent.

Valkyrie Deadpool's dragon spear stopped abruptly less than a foot from the Joker's back, as if it had struck an invisible and absolutely insurmountable barrier.

For the first time, Odin's ever-cold, one-eyed mask shifted almost imperceptibly, gazing at the uninvited guest.

The clown didn't even turn to look at the dragon spear that was almost touching her body; she simply raised her head and, facing Odin high on his horse, let out a groaning, twisted laugh:

"Oh dear, isn't this the great Allfather, the master of Asgard? What? His true form dares not set foot in this realm shrouded in 'power,' and only dares to send a pitiful puppet with a bunch of toy soldiers to bully children here?"

Her voice, coming through the mask, became strange and shrill, filled with undisguised sarcasm.

Odin remained silent, his cold, one-eyed mask revealing no emotion. But the spatial distortions emanating from Gungnir in his hand intensified.

After a long silence, a deep voice finally emerged from beneath Odin's mask, resonating deep within everyone's minds:

"Jormungandr, Shami, my sister."

"You still choose to protect these ants."

This address resounded like a thunderclap on the battlefield.

A younger sister?! Jormungandr?! The "Wisdom" of the twin kings of the earth and mountains?!

Severely injured and lying on the ground, Chu Zihang raised his head, looking incredulously at the petite figure wearing a clown mask. Although he had suspected it beforehand, Odin's confirmation still brought a huge shock! Xia Mi really was the Dragon King!

why?

Lu Mingfei was also stunned, temporarily forgetting even the excruciating pain he was experiencing. Xia Mi was the Dragon King Jormungandr, and Odin called her his sister—this relationship was far too complicated!

The clown, Xia Mi, or rather Jormungandr, seemed completely unconcerned about her identity being exposed; she made an exaggerated gesture of lifting her skirt.

"Who's your sister? Don't try to get close to me, you old geezer," he said flippantly, but his eyes behind the mask turned icy. "And don't talk to me like we're old friends. Did you get my permission to send your puppet to run wild on my turf?"

Odin's voice remained calm and serene, carrying an all-knowing indifference:

"Your territory?"

"You will eventually return to Hela."

"Just as they will eventually become His food."

Hela, the goddess of death, is the final destination of the twins' fusion.

Jormungandr stiffened almost imperceptibly. Then, she let out an even sharper laugh, as if she had heard the funniest joke in the world.

"Return? Food? Hahaha," she laughed, doubled over, "You should worry about yourself first, you one-eyed liar. Ragnarok is almost here!"

Her words were like the sharpest dagger, piercing Odin's secrets.

Ragnarok, the return of the Black King, is prophesied to be unstoppable.

Odin fell silent. His eight-legged steed pawed restlessly, and the surrounding gray mist began to churn violently. The boundless army of the dead sensed its master's emotions and let out a low, mournful wail, like the calm before a storm.

The terrifying pressure descended as if it were a tangible force, making it almost impossible for Lu Mingfei and Chu Zihang to breathe.

Jormungandr seemed completely unaffected. She even leisurely turned around, glanced at the two heavily injured people on the ground, and then looked at the Valkyrie Deadpool who was frozen in place by her.

They still look alive and kicking. Chu Zihang and Lu Mingfei are really lucky, Jormungandr thought casually.

"I'm confiscating this toy," she said casually, extending her gloved hand to gently shake the Valkyrie Deadpool's hand.

Click!