A Maybach on a rainy night? Talk to my Levadin!

"There are more experts??"

Dude, shouldn't you be a middle-aged, talkative, old driver?

Weren't we having a good chat before? Senior brother is one thing, but how come you also have a hidden identity?

Yiling Yier and the umbrella age

You guys secretly evolved without me, huh?

The man gripped the knife, exuding a sharp, spear-like aura.

laugh! !

The man swung his knife backwards, aiming straight for the left side of the car door. The long knife pierced through the cast aluminum door, and half of the blade pierced through the shadowy figure outside.

The blood, black as ink, trailed a long ribbon in the wind, instantly covering the left side window, while a hissing, corrosive sound seeped in from the outside.

"Holy crap, it's an alien!!!"

Lu Mingfei curled up in his seat, suddenly remembering the little boy's advice.

I really shouldn't have come!!!

【ganxunノ╲1㈣⒐0③ 撒玖巴

"Sit down in your seat," Zhao Zizhan patted Lu Mingfei on the shoulder.

Lu Mingfei may have an amazing future or a powerful background, but after spending time with him these past few days, in this present moment, he's just an ordinary kid. I, on the other hand, am a soldier, and as a soldier, I have to stand in front of the kid.

Amidst the astonished gazes of the other three people in the car, Zhao Zizhan raised his elbow, and streams of bright red liquid condensed at the tip of his elbow, forming a sharp cone.

Charge up, unleash!

曼！

A loud crash rang out as the Maybach's door was kicked off by an elbow, sending several figures clinging to it flying as well, crashing to the ground with a loud thud.

"Holy crap, this young man...!!? Holy crap!!"

Before Chu Tianjiao could finish his surprise, he saw Zhao Zizhan grab the roof of the car and flip himself out.

Before he could finish speaking, there was a sound from the roof of the car.

"Roar—" The foremost Deadpool, braving the torrential rain, opened its mouth full of fangs and charged towards Zhao Zizhan with a foul, pungent gust of wind.

Zhao Zizhan didn't even move a step. He simply raised his hand abruptly, and when the assassin was still half a meter away from him, it suddenly felt as if an invisible hand had gripped his heart. His body jerked violently, and a strange hoarse sound came from his throat. Immediately afterward, it felt as if countless small snakes were writhing wildly beneath its skin, bulging out hideous veins.

The next second, with a muffled "plop," Deadpool spurted dark red blood from all seven orifices at the same time. His body slumped to one side, crashing onto the edge of the car roof, and was then swept by the gale and rolled onto the muddy ground, splashing up a cloud of dirty water.

Zhao Zizhan then guided this blood, causing it to slowly condense and flow towards him through the air, where it was gradually absorbed into his body.

"Holy crap... this thing is pretty potent."

As the dragon blood entered his body, Zhao Zizhan was jolted. The purified Deadpool blood was indeed potent, giving him a feeling of being intoxicated like eating a bite of wasabi and then drinking a carbonated beverage.

Zhao Zizhan's golden pupils lit up, and the red blood beside him slowly congealed into a semicircle as he looked at the group of dead servants in front of him.

Forty tons of blood are vomited every day, and the relentless training day and night, the diligent study, and the desperate practice are all for this moment today.

Since transmigrating to this world, I've been living in constant fear, always on edge because of this damn thing. I have to rack my brains and outwit people to defeat it, and I even have to rely on teammates to take down one by one. It's truly incredibly frustrating. But today, the tide has turned!

Deadpool! I need your help with my training!!

Even though Chu Tianjiao couldn't see it, his face twitched.

The car door disappeared, and the noise outside was transmitted into the car in its original form without any reduction. When a series of popping sounds like bones breaking were heard above his head, Chu Tianjiao felt a pain in his bones.

I thought he was a good teammate, but it turns out he's a complete outsider.

On the roof of the car, Deadpool's body twisted in a bizarre posture, the cracking sound of bones breaking still clearly audible amidst the torrential rain. Finally, it collapsed on the roof like a lump of mud, then was thrown under the car and crushed by the wheels, like speed bumps.

He even watched as a Deadpool on the hood of the car visibly shriveled up, its skin clinging tightly to its bones, its once ferocious appearance turning into that of a dried-up mummy.

"Damn, who is this kid? What kind of race does this powerful hybrid come from?"

Chu Tianjiao couldn't help but complain as he clicked his tongue.

It's only been a little over ten years since I became an S-class, are the younger generation really this strong these days?

In terms of special effects, they're a bit lacking!

The Deadpool on the roof was quickly cleared away. Zhao Zizhan used his blood to immobilize himself, watching the endless stream of strange figures rushing toward the vehicle behind him.

The shadowy figures all had pale faces, the faces of the dead.

"It's about time to call for reinforcements."

Zhao Zizhan closed his eyes, and his figure suddenly disappeared.

The Deadpools surged toward the Maybach again, like a black tide trying to drag them into the River of Oblivion.

Their response was a towering crimson flame!

Chapter 105 The Image of the Father.

Exploding flames ignited in the rain, the crimson flames suddenly spreading out with an incomparably surging sharpness, splitting the rain curtain in two, like Moses parting the sea.

A blinding blaze of fire! It was as if a god had suddenly unleashed divine punishment, the immense power pouring forth transforming into a single strike that engulfed the entire shadowy figure behind it.

The earth trembled from the explosion of flames, crimson flames shot into the sky in an instant, and black flesh and blood, carrying the smell of burning, flew everywhere.

The flames gradually faded, the downpour resumed, and mist rose.

The asphalt pavement, melted by the high temperature, was exposed.

The shadowy figures that had been relentlessly pursuing them from behind were now reduced to charred remains in the terrifying flames, turning into mud and water in the rain and mist.

It was like a judgment from the end of the world.

"Holy crap... how come there's Junyan... wait, is the scale of Junyan... right?"

Chu Tianjiao was getting a little bored while driving. Wait, where did this god come from?

The holy light effects and enemy killing efficiency are enough to completely crush him.

How can he possibly show off in front of his own son and others now?

How can young people these days be so insensible!

"What kind of weird things are these? They're really annoying to look at." Surtr frowned as he looked at the group of Deadpools in front of him, which had been pushed back by the flames and were slowly gathering again. His expression was clearly disgusted.

"They're all a bunch of guys who can't even find peace after they're dead."

"Where is that monster you said you wanted to fight?"

﹄○㈠②卍仈彡○⑼⒏

"I have to wait a bit, the monsters are still spawning. Can you watch over it for me while I go down and farm some KDA?" Zhao Zizhan wouldn't admit that he was actually eyeing Deadpool's blood right now. With such a large monster-farming dungeon, he had to make a killing and maybe even boost his own blood resources.

"By the way, did you bring me that pure raw stone?"

"promise"

Surtr stretched out his hand, holding two yellow crystals.

"That's it!" Zhao Zizhan grabbed the source stone and refined it in an instant!

After absorbing the Originium into his body, he randomly selected a lucky Deadpool and drained him dry. He then sensed the increase in the concentration of his bloodline within his body.

"Not bad. With the Originium suppressing them, these Dead Servants' blood won't cause any major trouble."

"Thanks to Pu Sheng for the open source. I'll definitely put in a good word for you with Researcher Bai Mao later."

Zhao Zizhan smiled, placed two clumps of blood under his feet, turned around and charged into the crowd of dead servants, immediately unleashing a "People's Rice Collection Technique".

"So, you're Deadpool, huh?"

……

After glancing at Zhao Zizhan's battle situation in the rearview mirror, Chu Tianjiao turned around and looked at Chu Zihang.

At this moment, Chu Zihang's eyes shone with a bright gold light, and his face showed pain.

Despite having his bloodline forcibly opened by Zhao Zizhan, the spiritual vision phenomenon brought about by the dragon rune resonance of the Death Servants was still causing this child, who had only recently awakened, unbearable pain.

"Such a strong reaction... I've actually been praying, praying that this day would come later..."

Chu Tianjiao operated the Maybach with one hand and held Chu Zihang's hand with the other, feeling the pain in his hand and constantly supporting him.

"I hope it's not some high-risk Word of Power like that little monster above... The stronger this power is, the more unfortunate it becomes."

Having experienced bloodletting before, Chu Zihang quickly recovered. The feeling of the world suddenly becoming clear and his five senses becoming incredibly strong was even stronger at this moment.

"What exactly is going on?"

Chu Zihang stared at the man beside him as if he were seeing him for the first time.

"Yeah, what's going on? What's going on? You guys have all taken off, but I'm the only one who hasn't moved?"

Lu Mingfei joined in the questioning.

"Son, you will definitely not die." The man held Chu Zihang's hand, his eyes filled with an indescribable mix of concern and sorrow.

You've simply seen the real world.

"Is the real world actually aliens? Then who's going to repair my spaceship?"

Chu Tianjiao ignored Lu Mingfei's incessant chatter behind him. He took a deep breath and composed himself: "Actually, I'd rather you lived in that unreal world. That way, you might be safer and happier. So I always thought of staying away from you so I wouldn't get you involved in those things... But I just can't help wanting to see you and your daughter..."

"After receiving your text message today, I still couldn't resist coming over."

"Uncle, why can't you hold back..."

Chu Tianjiao couldn't hold back and turned to look at Lu Mingfei: "You..."

He had barely opened his mouth when he saw a pair of bewildered black eyes that seemed to hold the power of a lion.

"You...didn't experience any clairvoyance?"

This unusual scene was hard for Chu Tianjiao to understand. How could his son's two friends be one a god and the other a ghost?

"Then how come you... have such a good relationship with my son and them...?"

Shouldn't you be rejected by Blood Sorrow?

Is this right?

Lu Mingfei's voice trembled as he looked like he was about to cry but had no tears.

"What's with this 'spiritual vision' and 'word power'? What are you guys even talking about? Can't we agree on a common worldview? Is this an urban fantasy, a superpowered high school drama, or something else?"

He watched as Zhao, who had previously claimed to be mentally unwell and needed help even to open bottle caps, elbowed the Maybach door off its hinges and then grabbed several monsters and started tearing apart roast duck with his bare hands!

And what are those giant horses that inexplicably appeared on the highway? And what are those people that look like aliens and humans at the same time?

Those are Deadpool.

Chu Zihang looked at Chu Tianjiao, Deadpool. He had heard this name from Zhao Zizhan.

"They are chanting dragon script. Those of dragon blood will resonate with the dragon script, thus creating a clairvoyant effect, seeing the dragon characters appear in their minds."

"Word spirits are the supernatural abilities used by descendants of the dragon race through chanting dragon script. The little monster above our heads just used the Lord Flame, a high-risk Word spirit of sequence 89!"

The chaotic purplish-blue lines in Chu Zihang's mind began to twist and turn, as if the hieroglyphs on the ancient stone tablet had come to life and were dancing in front of him.

This is dragon script, the language and writing system of the dragon race, capable of touching the power of the "rules" of this world.

But how could Father know?

"Don't worry, son. Actually, your old man is quite capable; I've just always kept a low profile."

"Is he even more powerful than Senior Brother Zhao?"

Lu Mingfei watched as Zhao Zizhan grabbed a Death Servant by the neck and sucked him dry. Then, he used the Death Servant as a weapon to smash another Death Servant to death on the ground.

"Um... fifty-fifty."

Don't worry, I'm here, everything will be fine.

Chu Tianjiao smiled and comforted the two, trying her best to establish a good personal image in front of Chu Zihang.

Although the Abrahamic bloodline pact forbids revealing information about the dragon race to ordinary people, at this point, even if Angers came with a knife to kill him, he couldn't care less.

"Are you really alright, Uncle? Your legs are shaking."

"Say less."