Zongman: The post-2D era

The space seemed to be gently torn apart by an invisible hand, and a gorgeous and strange space passage suddenly appeared.

At the other end of the passage, Xia Mi's figure loomed, with a meaningful smile on her lips. She waved her hand gently, as if directing something.

Odin's eyes were sharp, and the tip of Kungunir trembled slightly, responding to Xia Mi's silent command.

He rode the eight-legged Pegasus, crossed the space channel, and headed straight for the depths of the heart realm.

Every step taken by the eight-legged Pegasus was accompanied by the distortion and roar of space, as if it was going to crush the entire world of mind.

Kungunir drew silver tracks in the air, ignoring all obstacles. Wherever he passed, whether it was a solid barrier or a hidden machine, it was all turned into nothingness with a single shot.

In the heart realm, an energy storm raged, light and darkness intertwined, highlighting Odin's unparalleled majesty and power.

Feng Fengke and Lu Mingfei stood there in a daze, watching the gorgeous space passage slowly closing, like dewdrops in the morning light evaporating into nothingness.

The air around them seemed to freeze, leaving only their rapid breathing and heartbeats echoing in their ears.

Lu Mingfei's eyes wandered on the empty streets, trying to catch a trace of the future from the gradually dissipating chaotic fog.

Feng Feng clenched his fists, his eyes showing both worry and determination. Xia Xin seemed to be able to penetrate layers of fog and see the gaze deep in people's hearts, which made him frown.

"Xia Mi deliberately fought and led Odin into the heart realm."

The two were silent, but seemed to be in tune with each other, knowing that Xia Mi's action had dragged them into the center of an unprecedented storm.

"The Dragons have attacked Academy City's Heart Realm, and the robots of Academy City have been attacking the Dragon Bronze City day and night. The war has escalated!"

Feng Feng frowned as he stood side by side with Lu Mingfei on the broken street. They were surrounded by chaotic fog that was gradually dissipating. Their figures stretched out in the faint morning light.

"Did Xia Mi lose the battle yesterday on purpose in order to lure Odin into the Heart Realm, or was she really no match for Misaka Mikoto?"

Lu Mingfei murmured softly, his eyes wandering on the empty street, as if looking for an answer.

"Is this the Dragon version of 'Fire at me'? Is she trying to kill herself!?"

Feng Feng was silent for a moment, and his eyes suddenly became firm: "No matter what the situation is, we must act now. Look over there!"

He pointed to a ruin not far away, where an ancient alchemical array pattern was vaguely visible, half-hidden by the aftermath of Odin's attack.

The two of them quickly approached each other and began to work together to repair the alchemy array.

Feng Feng's fingers flew, drawing runes in the air gracefully like a dancer;

Lu Mingfei clenched his teeth, beads of sweat oozing from his forehead, and cooperated with full concentration.

As they moved, the alchemy array gradually emitted a faint but dazzling light, as if accumulating strength for the upcoming unknown challenges.

Feng Feng listened to Lu Mingfei sighing and sighing: "The war of the dragon clan is indeed ruthless, blood for blood, tooth for tooth."

At the same time, a violent vibration came from the ground under Chen Guangwei's feet, as if the entire heart world was shaking.

The ruins beneath their feet suddenly cracked open, and an ancient and powerful force surged out of it. Along with a low dragon roar, a huge dragon claw broke out of the ground, its scales flashing with cold light, and its sharp claws swept through the air, bringing up gusts of sharp wind.

Behind the dragon claw, a huge dragon creature slowly rose up. Its eyes were like burning flames, glaring at the two of them. Violent energy fluctuations surrounded its body, as if it was going to devour them in the next second.

Chapter 926 Neutral Party

Thursday, January 12

At the Heart Realm Morning Light Second Research Center, Accelerator and Xia Mi are on the run, and hybrids and Deadpools in the Heart Realm are constantly emerging from deep underground.

Chen Guangwei was still staring at London at this time and reported: "Feng Feng has not left London. Our losses are controllable and we can hold out for at least a month."

Outside of London, where chaos and fog reign, the red-clad army welcomes envoys from both worlds while constructing the city's defenses.

Chu Zihang murmured Xia Mi's name and left without saying goodbye when the Sakura Witch was preparing for the banquet.

Feng Fengqingqing and Lu Mingfei, dressed in small suits, were busy cleaning the banquet hall.

Feng Feng gently patted Lu Mingfei's shoulder, his eyes full of understanding and encouragement:

"Ming Fei, you seem very worried about Chu Zihang. Go find him. Maybe he needs friends around right now. I can handle the work here by myself."

As he said this, he smiled gently, indicating that Lu Mingfei should not worry.

Lu Mingfei looked at Feng Feng's determined eyes and felt a warm feeling in his heart.

He nodded, quickly straightened his suit, turned around and hurriedly left the banquet hall, walking through the ornately decorated corridors, every step seemed to be on the road to finding his best friend.

Feng Feng continued to be busy. Her figure looked particularly warm and firm under the bright lights. The rag in her hand gently swept across every corner that needed care.

Feng Feng was concentrating on wiping an exquisite silver statue when he suddenly heard the stern and low voice of the head waiter in the distance, as if warning the waiters that the person who was about to come was an important figure from Academy City.

The plenipotentiary director Okafune Monaka who tried to resolve the war through peace talks, and the famous Shokuhou Misaki.

Just as he was silently thinking about how to ensure that the banquet was foolproof, a slight sound approached quietly, and a figure in a waiter's uniform stood silently beside her and patted his shoulder gently.

Feng Feng turned around and saw a pretty girl with a sly light in her eyes and a mysterious smile on her lips. She seemed to be carrying an unknown wind and quietly blending into this grand prelude.

"Why are you here? You used magic to hide among the maids."

The girl standing in front of Feng Feng was the Sakura Witch. She was holding a rag in her hand, wiping the candlestick next to her with a light movement, with a playful smile on her lips. After confirming that Lu Mingfei had left, her eyes obviously relaxed, as if she had unloaded some kind of burden.

"Finally he left. It's really inconvenient for me to get close to him when he's with you."

The Sakura Witch whispered, a hint of mischief and pride in her voice.

Her fingers gently ran across the carvings on the candlesticks, and every subtle movement revealed a sense of elegance and mystery.

Feng Feng shook his head helplessly and said with a smile: "You are always so naughty. Well, since you are here, let's help together. There can't be any mistakes in tonight's banquet."

As he said this, he handed the rag in his hand to the Sakura Witch, and the two stood side by side, continuing their unfinished work.

Feng Feng and the Sakura Witch were concentrating on wiping the decorations of the banquet hall. Suddenly, an old nobleman with gray hair but still handsome and elegant, holding an exquisite cane, slowly walked to their side.

He had sharp eyes and a playful smile on his lips, as if he could see into people's hearts.

"Young man, young lady, I just heard you say that it is inconvenient to approach Lu Mingfei. Is it because of his power that cannot be underestimated, or because of his special identity hidden under his ordinary status?"

The old man's voice was deep and magnetic, and every word seemed to carry the sediment of years.

Feng Feng and the Sakura Witch looked at each other, and a hint of surprise flashed in their eyes.

"Principal Ange, how did you disguise yourself so that we didn't notice you?"

"I have my own way. Now, the main person in charge of the tripartite talks can talk first. Feng Feng, this is the social interaction of the nobility."

The old man's words were like a breeze that blew away the noise in a corner of the banquet and made the atmosphere instantly subtle.

The Sakura Witch raised a mysterious smile at the corner of her mouth, while Feng Feng shook his head slightly, as if considering how to answer this seemingly casual but sharp question.

Feng Feng exchanged a subtle look with the Sakura Witch, and a knowing smile appeared on the corners of their mouths. Principal Angers' sharp eyes moved between them, as if he saw through everything, but remained calm.

The Sakura Witch opened her red lips and spoke in a gentle voice that could not be ignored: "Principal Ange, although the clouds of war are gathering, we are all looking for that ray of hope for peace."

“Although Fengfeng and I have different positions, we both hope to minimize the damage caused by this storm.”

As she spoke, she gently stroked the texture of the silver statue beside her, as if every scratch carried a desire for peace.

Feng Feng nodded slightly, his eyes firm: "Yes, Principal, we have already made secret arrangements, striving to find the key to control the intensity of the inevitable conflict."

As Principal Ange nodded slightly, expressing his approval of Feng Feng and the Sakura Witch's plan, the door of the banquet hall slowly opened, like a long scroll of history slowly unfolding.

London's new and old aristocrats, dressed in gorgeous gowns, holding exquisite fans or wearing sparkling jewelry, filed in, their cheerful conversation mixed with complex emotions about the upcoming peace talks.

The diplomats representing Academy City followed closely behind, their eyes flickering with expectations and uneasiness about the future.

The lights were bright, the music was melodious, and the entire banquet hall seemed to be shrouded in a dreamy halo. Every detail demonstrated the organizer's attention and expectations for this banquet.

In a corner of the banquet hall, Feng Feng and the Sakura Witch were guiding Principal Angers' gaze among the guests, introducing the new and old nobles of London and the representatives of Academy City one by one.

The lights cast mottled shadows on them, illuminating faces that were either solemn or expectant.

Just as they were chatting and laughing, the door of the banquet hall was slowly pushed open again. A breeze blew by, bringing in two eye-catching figures.

César Gattuso, wearing a custom-made tuxedo, stands tall and straight like a pine tree, and every step he takes reveals his dignity and dominance that cannot be underestimated.

The woman next to him, Chen Motong, was wearing a glittering long dress, like the brightest star in the night sky. Her smile was warm and mysterious, as if it could dispel all the haze.

Feng Feng, the Sakura Witch, and Angers were in a corner of the banquet hall, introducing the interactions between the new and old nobles of London and the people of Academy City.

When Ange saw Caesar Gattuso and Chen Motong coming in, he smiled proudly at them and said, "Today's protagonist is my student."

"You're right!" Feng Feng leaned against the wall, and through the earphones he could hear Lu Mingfei talking about the "friendship" of helping Chu Zihang to smash the axle of Caesar's wedding car!

Chapter 927 Lu Mingfei's Return

Friday, January 13

At the Heart Realm Morning Light Second Research Center, Accelerator and Xia Mi are fleeing, and the remains of hybrids, Deadpool, and robots are scattered all over the ground.

Chen Guangwei stared at Lu Mingfei in front of him and sighed: "I hope you will be born in London in your next life, and not go to the battlefield hell."

“Rewind!” Lu Mingfei murmured and fell down.

There was a chaotic fog between the sky and the earth of London, which seemed to form an inverted vortex.

After the Sakura Witch asked her subordinates to prepare the banquet, she asked Feng Feng in front of her: "How do you want to play this 21st diplomatic banquet?"

In the original time, Feng Fengqingqing and Lu Mingfei were wearing small suits and busy cleaning the banquet hall.

Lu Mingfei looked down at the blazer he was wearing. Although it was neat and crisp, it seemed out of tune with the busy atmosphere around him.

He slowly raised his head and looked around. The banquet hall was brightly lit. The long tables were covered with white tablecloths. Waiters were walking around, placing tableware and flowers in a tense and orderly manner.

However, in this busy scene, he still couldn't catch Feng Feng's figure. An inexplicable sense of loss surged in his heart. Did that bastard remember every time he returned to the game?

Lu Mingfei's gaze lingered on every corner, hoping to see that familiar and teasing smile at some inadvertent moment.

Lu Mingfei, dressed in a neat little suit, was walking through the dimly lit streets looking for Feng Feng. The night breeze blew gently, causing the corners of his clothes to sway softly.

He arrived at the door of the banquet hall again. The metal door frame shone coldly under the light.

There were many nobles inside the gate. Caesar, wearing a tuxedo and looking extremely handsome, walked in hand in hand with Nono, who was wearing a gorgeous long dress and smiling like a flower, attracting everyone's attention.

Their figures gradually faded away and merged into the dazzling light.

Lu Mingfei's gaze remained on Nuonuo until the banquet door closed.

He turned around and squeezed sideways into the crowd, searching the crowd eagerly as if looking for a needle in a haystack, just to find that familiar figure who always carried a touch of warmth in his teasing - Feng Feng.

Lu Mingfei was walking in the shadows of the wall at the edge of the banquet hall. The cuff of his blazer accidentally brushed against the decorative fountain nearby, leaving a puddle of water, making him look particularly embarrassed.

Finally, he found Feng Feng's figure behind a half-closed side curtain.