Dragon Raja: Lu Mingfei, let them live with regrets for the rest of their lives.

Next, Chu Tianjiao demonstrated what it means to be one with the vehicle. He used the 2.7-ton vehicle body and the protruding blade on the left side as deadly weapons, using inertia and sharpness to crush and kill the servant.

At this moment, Maybach is like a meat grinder.

But the number of Deadpools is like every raindrop in this downpour, endless and inexhaustible. The Maybach can't withstand Chu Tianjiao's violent use; once it stalls, it's completely finished.

So Chu Tianjiao turned the car around and sped away.

Chu Zihang was recovering from the excruciating pain. He cautiously looked out the back window and saw the dark figures that had been run over slowly getting up. They were not completely dead; their vitality was so strong that they seemed like immortal beings.

Their golden eyes flickered in the wind and rain, silently watching the departing travelers.

They escaped?

Fifteen-year-old Chu Zihang had this hope in his heart.

"What exactly are they?" Chu Zihang asked, bewildered and fearful. Little did he know that he had awakened his Golden Eyes.

"Greedy idiots? Self-important ugly freaks? Call them whatever you want, we generally call them Deadpools, a bunch of servants who should have died."

And the master they serve is…

Before Chu Tianjiao could finish speaking, a blazing light pierced through the distance.

We've arrived at the tollbooth.

Once they passed the tollbooth, they were safe.

perhaps.

"hiss"

A sudden neighing of a horse traveled through the metal sheet to Lu Mingfei and his companions' ears. The light ahead became even more intense, and there was a mesmerizing, sacred quality to it, like the light of heaven after death.

"No...that's not right!" Chu Tianjiao's voice was hoarse, and fear flickered in his golden eyes. He realized that they had gone in the wrong direction from the very beginning.

This is not an escape, but a death sentence.

The car braked suddenly, and after Chu Tianjiao and Chu Zihang saw the towering figure ahead, a sense of despair, of being small and powerless, spread through their hearts.

Chu Tianjiao gripped the hilt of Murasame's sword with one hand, his eyes fierce, prepared to fight to the death. Even if it meant his own death, he would ensure his son's safe passage.

"Uncle Chu, do you have a second knife?"

A calm voice suddenly came from behind.

Oh, how could I forget about him?

Chu Tianjiao looked up and saw a pair of bright golden eyes in the rearview mirror, which were both extraordinary and had a kind of...divine quality.

It was as if the one in front was a false god, while the real god sat there.

……

Chapter 47 Lu Mingfei: "Odin! Holy crap!" (Please continue reading)

Even the overwhelming tide of Deadpool members couldn't force Lu Mingfei to unleash his Golden Eyes, a symbol of the Emperor. Only another monarch was worthy of an audience, filled with trembling gratitude!

The above is just pretentious talk.

A less pretentious way to put it is that both Chu Zihang and Chu Tianjiao have activated their Golden Eyes, as has the opponent; his not activating his Golden Eyes seems like he's not fitting in.

After all, the atmosphere had already reached this point.

What Lu Mingfei saw was a mountain-like, imposing steed standing in the white light, clad in dark gold and inlaid armor, its head covered with an iron mask, its neighing sounding like it was chewing thunder, and its eight legs firmly supporting the giant on its back.

The giant was majestic and imposing, like a knight soaring through the sky, or the embodiment of the approaching storm.

He wore dark gold armor from the same series as the Eight-Legged Divine Steed, and a hawk-shaped hat. Only one golden eye was visible, its gaze filled with vicissitudes, transcending time and space.

What impressed Lu Mingfei even more was that the other party was holding a curved spear, the arc of which was like a shooting star sweeping across the night sky, revealing a mysterious and profound causal mystery.

A knight and a steed. A one-eyed lance, eight legs of divine might. His identity is self-evident.

Lu Mingfei understood why his senior brother had said that the existence he encountered on the overpass overturned all his previous understanding.

This is the leader of the Aesir gods in Norse mythology, the god of prophecy, kingship, wisdom, healing, magic, poetry, war, and death.

The storm is a harbinger of impending doom; its mission is to reap death.

Having foreseen fate and prophesied Ragnarok, he ultimately brought Ragnarok to its climax with his death, and concluded with the fire giant Surtr burning the World Tree.

Odin, the king of gods.

The eight-legged steed he was riding must have been Sleipnir, the best horse in the world.

Lu Mingfei is not only a mama's boy, but also a hidden Hermes fan. He feels that if he has the chance, he should also get such a handsome horse and want to have some heartfelt words with it.

Doesn't every boy dream of becoming a knight or a dragon knight?

Doesn't this world have dragons?

Lu Mingfei fantasized that perhaps he would have the opportunity to become a dragon knight in the future.

After his initial panic, Lu Mingfei quickly calmed down.

As mentioned above, since dragons already exist in this world, the appearance of Odin is not entirely unacceptable.

But why is Odin blocking the bridge?

How many mothers can consume this?

Lu Mingfei had read Norse mythology by chance when he was in junior high school and thought it was different from mythology in other regions.

Other mythologies always emphasize the eternity of the gods and their rule over trillions of years. However, in Norse mythology, even the gods are prisoners of fate, unable to escape death, and a new world will be created from the ruins.

According to the myth, Odin had long since died, so how could the figure appearing before him be a phantom?

The immense, real sense of oppression filled Lu Mingfei with both fear and immense excitement. His adrenaline surged, and dragon blood washed over his limbs and bones again and again, putting his body in a state of being ready to unsheathe his sword.

"I only have this one Divine Blade in the car! There's no other one." Chu Tianjiao shook his head, then said cryptically, "Lu Mingfei, you really have awakened! It seems their prediction was correct!"

"What do you mean?" Lu Mingfei asked, puzzled.

Chu Tianjiao remained silent, concealing too many secrets.

He shifted into gear, and the Maybach sped backward.

However, this was not an escape; once they saw God, there was no turning back.

Odin stood silently like a sculpture, or like a mountain range blocking the only exit of the viaduct.

After retreating a certain distance, Chu Tianjiao quickly shifted gears, his eyes fixed on the mountain in front of him.

"Hold on tight!"

Chu Tianjiao roared and slammed on the gas pedal. The tires screeched against the ground, sending up a plume of pungent white smoke.

The violent vibrations from the burnt-out tires traveled through the cabin along the frame, causing the vehicle to jerk and tremble slightly, like an enraged beast.

With a roar, the Maybach surged forward, the entire car whipping up a gust of wind as it crashed straight into Odin.

Odin's eight-legged steed Sleipnir neighed and raised its four front hooves. All the rainwater around gathered in front of the throne, forming a gentle yet unshakeable curtain of water that countered the kinetic energy of Maybach's roar.

The water curtain pushed the Maybach back again, as if God was toying with the mortals' overestimation of their abilities, and that the technology that humanity is so proud of is nothing but a toy.

At this moment, many dark figures emerged from the shadows behind Odin. They were like priests of the divine kingdom, praising God's achievements and administering Mass.

Upon closer inspection, you'll find that they are all skeleton monsters, humanoid Deadpools.

The humanoid Deadpools gradually surrounded the stalled Maybach. Inside the car, Chu Tianjiao sighed, as if he had foreseen his fate. He turned back to look at Chu Zihang, his eyes filled with intense reluctance, a determination to die, and a final touch of tenderness.

"Son, the plan has changed. You stay in the car." Chu Tianjiao said, then looked at Lu Mingfei with a solemn expression, as if a man was entrusting another man with a heavy responsibility: "Protect my son for me. I'll repay you as your grandson in my next life!"

Chu Tianjiao originally planned to get out of the car first, take the black briefcase, and pretend to make a deal with Odin.

After they reached a distance between the Maybach and Odin, they used themselves and the suitcase to attract Odin and Deadpool's attention, allowing Chu Zihang to run back to the Maybach and escape in his car.

However, Chu Tianjiao dared not gamble on whether one of the Deadpools would not be attracted to him, or whether Chu Zihang would be unable to escape fate and be caught up with.

All it takes is one Deadpool to rip his precious thing apart.

Now that Lu Mingfei is here, and the other party is a real man who wasn't intimidated, if their speculation is correct, Lu Mingfei's strength is now astonishing, and our son's safety has gained another layer of protection.

He left the box in the car as a backup plan, while he himself would give the two of them a chance.

Everything Chu Tianjiao thought of was based on sacrificing himself.

Lu Mingfei was stunned by Chu Tianjiao's words, which sounded like his dying words. He simply nodded seriously and said, "I will protect my senior brother with my life, even if it means sacrificing my own!"

Chu Tianjiao saw sincerity in Lu Mingfei's eyes and felt ashamed, thinking to himself, "What a good kid."

Such a good child was imprisoned as if he were a monster.

He probably doesn't know his fate yet.

"If you and Zihang manage to get out of here alive, don't trust anyone around you, and especially don't trust Kassel College," Chu Tianjiao said.

"Why?" Before Lu Mingfei could finish his question, the Deadpool swarmed onto the car, and the Maybach, unable to bear the weight, had a section of its roof collapse.

The situation was critical, and there was no time for explanations. Chu Tianjiao kicked open the car door and charged out like a tiger returning to the mountain, unleashing a bloodbath.

With a single, powerful, and heavy movement, Murasame wielded his weapon, like a whirlwind that sliced ​​the Death Servants that were entangled with him into pieces, the fragments of which, mixed with fine bones and an unknown liquid, flowed all over the ground.

Odin remained unmoved, admiring the mortal's dying struggle, and said, "Return it to me, and I will grant you eternal life."

"Bullshit!" Chu Tianjiao scoffed. "You mean these monsters by immortality? Do you even know how powerful they are?"

Odin remained silent.

While Chu Tianjiao and Odin were talking, Lu Mingfei leaned over, grabbed the black briefcase from the passenger seat, and tossed it to Chu Zihang: "Senior brother, take this. I'll hold Deadpool off for a bit. You climb into the driver's seat and drive off. If you encounter danger, just throw this thing out to draw fire."

Don't worry, I'm here, you'll be fine.

Chu Zihang held the suitcase to his chest with both hands, staring blankly at Lu Mingfei, who was a year younger than him, not understanding why Lu Mingfei was willing to sacrifice himself to save him.

Are they close?

It was our first time chatting, and you gave him a ride just because I did?

Suddenly, a hand smashed the glass and reached out towards Chu Zihang, but was torn off by Lu Mingfei with his bare hands, and black blood splattered all over the car.

Lu Mingfei also had to go out and clear out the small monsters. He rushed out of the back row and started throwing wild punches, killing Deadpool whenever he caught him, but he never left the Maybach by a certain distance.

In his golden-eyed state, Lu Mingfei could kill the humanoid Deadpool with a single punch, even though the Deadpool had been enhanced in the realm of gods.

Lu Mingfei cut Wushuang like this, and his body was soon covered in blood, all of it from the enemy.