Zongman: The post-2D era

Feng Feng stood on the top of the rooftop, the strong wind lifted his sleeves, his eyes were as sharp as lightning, fixed on the chaotic battle situation below.

Lu Mingfei had walked through the door that was emitting warm light and stood side by side with Chu Zihang. The figures of the two were looming behind the door, as if they had stepped into the tranquility of another world.

At this moment, Feng Feng caught a glimpse from the corner of his eye of a burly robot slowly walking out of the last passage, its metal body flashing a cold luster in the rain.

He took a deep breath and suddenly raised his hands high. As his ten fingers flew, the light of the alchemy array suddenly intensified, making his figure look like a god.

At this moment, the quaint 19th century carriage rushed out of the fog like a wild horse, with the sound of horse hooves roaring and an unstoppable momentum, directly knocking Odin and the eight-legged Pegasus back.

The intricate patterns carved on the carriage body looked even more mysterious in the rain. It seemed to have crossed the boundaries of time and space and was heading straight for Fengfeng. The silver lightning and the candlelight on the carriage intertwined, painting a shocking picture.

Feng Feng's voice echoed in the strong wind, and he shouted towards the door with the glittering light: "Ming Fei, Zi Hang, close the passage quickly!"

However, what responded to him was the sound of a sharp blade being unsheathed.

"The principal asked me to take you back to school!"

Chu Zihang walked out slowly from behind the door, holding Murasame in his hand. His eyes were as cold as frost, as if they could freeze everything.

At this moment, the quaint carriage came roaring in the rain and collided violently with Odin's eight-legged Pegasus. The collision of power between the two caused circles of ripples visible to the naked eye.

The carriage shook violently, but still stopped steadily in front of Feng Feng.

The curtain of the carriage was lifted slightly, and a woman in a long dress from the Victorian era poked her head out. Her face was hidden in the shadows, and only her voice was heard gently but firmly:

"Feng Feng, it's time to go home."

After saying this, she stretched out a hand, palm up, as if inviting a long-lost traveler to return home.

Chapter 922 When the Rain Falls

Sunday, January 8

At the Heart Realm Morning Light Second Research Center, Accelerator was adjusting the battle between Chu Zhizi and Xia Mi in front of the screen, shaking his head and sighing as he stared at the victorious Odin.

Chen Guangwei contacted the Academy City on another screen and told them that Feng Feng went to London.

Feng Feng and Lu Mingfei were walking in London, discussing how to defeat Odin and recalling Chu Zihang's battle yesterday.

Amidst the lightning and thunder, strong winds brought heavy rain, and the sky and earth seemed to be swallowed by chaos.

Chu Zihang threw down the research materials in his hand, his eyes burning in golden red flames, which were the flames of hatred and determination.

He was like a wild beast that had broken free from its restraints, rushing towards Odin regardless of everything.

The Murasame in his hand drew a cold silver light in the rain, pointing directly at Odin's head.

The raindrops fell on the sharp blade and were instantly evaporated by the high temperature, making a hissing sound.

Every step Chu Zihang took was filled with determination and anger, as if even the wind and rain were making way for him, just to seek justice for his father Chu Tianjiao, who was taken away by Odin ten years ago.

Chu Zihang's battle was short and brutal, like a meteor across the night sky, brilliant but fleeting.

When his Murasame was broken by Odin's overwhelming power, at that moment, time seemed to freeze.

Chu Zihang's body had been torn by countless wounds, and blood was flowing like streams, staining the wet ground red, interweaving with the rain to form a tragic picture.

He stood stubbornly, his eyes never leaving Odin.

Xia Mi was not far from him. She slowly fell down. Her golden pupils gradually blurred. Her last glance was gently fixed on him. A relieved smile appeared at the corner of her mouth, as if it was a silent encouragement and farewell to him.

Chu Zihang's throat was tightly grasped by Odin's iron-like hands, and his whole body was lifted up like a rag doll. His face turned red due to suffocation, but his eyes were still fixed on the enemy in front of him, refusing to surrender.

The rain slapped his cheeks madly, mixed with the blood flowing from the corners of his mouth, and dripped onto Xia Mi's peacefully closed face.

At this critical moment, an ancient medieval carriage, accompanied by rumbling thunder, shuttled through the rainstorm like a ghost and headed straight for Odin.

Feng Feng, his windbreaker rustling, sat side by side with Lu Mingfei on a tall wooden chair at the front of the carriage, his hand tightly grasping the hilt of a sword flashing with strange runes.

The carriage seemed to be driven by an invisible force, and its speed was so fast that the surrounding space shook. It raised layers of water curtains and headed straight for Odin, vowing to snatch Chu Zihang back from the hands of the god of death.

The carriage shuttled through the rain and fog, like a wild horse breaking free from its restraints, carrying the four people away from Odin's clutches.

Lu Mingfei coughed up blood and his face was as pale as paper, but he still clenched his teeth, gripped the reins tightly with both hands, and used all his strength to control this carriage that seemed to have life.

Chu Zihang and Xia Mi were hurriedly thrown into the carriage. Xia Mi lay peacefully in Chu Zihang's arms, her golden eyes open, forming a sharp contrast with Chu Zihang's scarred face and dull eyes.

Outside the carriage, London's fog and heavy rain intertwined into a huge net. The carriage was like a lost boat, struggling in it. Every bump was terrifying, but it also strengthened Lu Mingfei's determination to escape.

The fog in London is getting thicker and thicker, as if it can swallow up all the light.

Chu Zihang and Xia Mi were placed in a carriage by Feng Feng and Lu Mingfei and quickly left the battlefield.

Lu Mingfei sat in the driver's seat, looking back from time to time, and saw Feng Feng standing alone, holding the alchemical rune sword, which vaguely had some of the feeling of Kungunir, and sparks flew when it collided with the authentic Kungunir.

Standing in the center of the battlefield where rainstorm and fog intertwined, his windbreaker fluttered in the wind, like a fearless warrior.

Odin's spear cut through the night sky like lightning, and with destructive force, it struck Feng Feng directly.

Feng Feng dodged the attack by moving his body to the side, but the residual power of the spear still smashed a huge rock next to him into pieces.

Feng Feng took the opportunity to fight back, his sword flashed like a dragon, and he fought a desperate battle with Odin.

Every collision between swords and guns was accompanied by a deafening roar, as if to tear apart the foggy London.

"After I left with my carriage yesterday, did you defeat Odin?"

Feng Feng's footsteps slowly stopped in the fog, his eyes passed through the layers of rain curtains, as if he was back to that thrilling battle.

He remembered that he was the only one left, and the alchemical rune sword drew brilliant sword lights in the night sky, intersecting and colliding with Odin's destructive spear.

Odin's spear was like thunder, carrying with it an incomparable force, which suddenly lifted him up. He tumbled in the air, but still held the hilt tightly, his indomitable will shining in the rain.

At that moment, time seemed to stand still. He saw Odin's cold bronze mask and felt the pain of the spear piercing his body, but in his eyes, there was only an unyielding flame, burning fiercely in the rain and fog.

"I lost, so we hid here. The time and space here are independent. It's more like a small world than Nironlonggen!"

Feng Feng suddenly stopped. On the foggy streets of London, the dim street lights barely penetrated the thick fog and cast patchy light on his resolute face.

Lu Mingfei was about to ask, but suddenly, there was a roar from the depths of the fog, like the breath of an ancient giant beast, shaking the space.

Odin's figure seemed to step out of the void, his bronze mask gleaming coldly in the dim light, his spear Kungunir pointing directly at Feng Feng, a storm of destruction condensed at the tip of the spear.

Sitting on eight-legged Pegasus, covered in dark scale armor, every step they take is accompanied by a thunderous sound. They are like messengers from the abyss, charging with irresistible pressure.

The rain under the hooves of the Pegasus was violently squeezed into mist, blending with the surrounding fog to form a doomsday picture.

Feng Feng did not move, but an even more intense fire of war burned in his eyes. The alchemical rune sword hummed in his hand, and the tip of the sword lightly tapped the ground, as if he was ready to meet this unstoppable charge at any time.

Feng Feng and Lu Mingfei had just gathered all their strength to prepare for this life-and-death battle when the voice of the Sakura Witch came from the fog.

"This is a country independent of time and space, London, disperse!"

Odin's figure in the fog disappeared like a ghost, leaving only a residual image.

The Kungunir spear, however, contained a force that could destroy the world, and it was still pointing directly at Feng Feng's chest. The tip of the spear trembled slightly in the air, causing ripples that were visible to the naked eye.

Feng Feng's pupils suddenly shrank. He could feel the biting chill coming from the tip of the gun, as if even his soul was about to be frozen.

He tightly grasped the alchemical rune sword, the sword body humming, echoing with Kungunir in the distance, and the air was filled with a tense feeling of impending storm.

Chapter 923: Kungunir's Break

Monday, January 9

At the Heart Realm Morning Light Second Research Center, Accelerator was adjusting the battle between Chu Zhizi and Xia Mi in front of the screen, studying how he could defeat Odin.

Chen Guangwei sighed and said, "Feng Feng went to London. Do you think he will come back and kill us?"

On her screen, Feng Feng and Lu Ming were walking on the streets of London today, waiting for Odin's next attack.

In London, the sky and the earth seemed to be protected by a chaotic fog.

Chu Zihang and Xia Mi opened their eyes in the palace and saw the Sakura Witch in front of them.

"Have we defeated Odin Sphere? How are Lu Mingfei and the others?"

The Sakura Witch gently stroked Chu Zihang's forehead, tenderly but with unquestionable strength: "First, you should rest and recover. This battle is far from over. As for Lu Mingfei and the others, they will have their own destiny."

After saying this, she turned and walked towards the window, and the fog in London outside the window seemed to make way for her.

The Sakura Witch took out a retro mobile phone from the exquisite handbag she was carrying, the screen lit up, and she quickly dialed a number.

The call was connected, and Feng Feng's voice came with a hint of London's chill. The Sakura Witch raised her lips slightly:

"Feng Feng, Chu Zihang has woken up. Don't forget to fulfill your promise. The deal between us is very serious."

The voice of the Sakura Witch seemed to have traveled through the cracks of time and space, echoing softly in Feng Feng's ears, carrying an irresistible magic.

Lu Mingfei stood beside Feng Feng, looking confused, with curiosity and confusion in his eyes: "What reward? What deal are you talking about?"

Feng Feng raised a mysterious smile, his eyes as deep as the night sky, and patted Lu Mingfei's shoulder gently: "Guess for yourself, my friend."

After saying this, he adjusted the collar of his windbreaker and walked towards the North London borough.

On the foggy street, the figures of the two gradually merged into the haze, leaving Lu Mingfei alone standing there, looking at the direction they were going, his heart filled with endless doubts and fantasies.

Lu Mingfei's eyes wandered on the foggy streets, and a light bulb suddenly lit up in his mind, and he remembered Feng Feng's mysterious identity as an alchemist.

Suddenly realizing what was going on, he muttered to himself, "Could it be that... those strange walking routes are their reward?"

Looking back on the past two days, Feng Feng and I were wandering aimlessly on the streets of London. It seemed like we were just strolling around, but in fact, we were taking every step carefully, and every move was like a carefully calculated chess game.

Lu Mingfei couldn't help but laugh, secretly complaining in his heart: "It turns out that we weren't defending Odin these two days, but were completing some mysterious transaction mission! We were really fooled."

A wry smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, but his eyes were shining with curiosity and yearning for the unknown world.

Lu Mingfei's eyes sparkled with excitement. He quickly caught up with Feng Feng and said anxiously, "Feng Feng, please teach me alchemy! Also, does the route we took these two days have any special meaning?"

Feng Feng stopped and turned around, with a hint of amusement in his eyes: "Oh? You want to learn alchemy? As for the route, it is to avoid Odin's sight and find his weakness at the same time."

As they were talking, the sky suddenly darkened, dark clouds gathered, and strong winds blew.

Lu Mingfei looked up and saw a black shadow falling from the sky. It was Odin! He was holding a spear, surrounded by lightning, and looked very aggressive.

Feng Feng looked solemn. He quickly took out a complex rune necklace from his windbreaker pocket and put it on Lu Mingfei's neck: "Protect yourself and don't fall behind!"

After saying that, he quickly formed seals with his hands, and a golden shield instantly covered the two of them.

Lu Mingfei stared blankly at Feng Feng's fierce battle with Odin in the air using alchemy. Lightning and runes intertwined, like a duel in ancient mythology.

He hurriedly took out his cell phone from his pocket and dialed the Sakura Witch's number with trembling fingers. After several busy tones, the call was finally connected.

"Sakura Witch! Odin is here again! Feng Feng is fighting him, but it doesn't look good!"