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Snow fell from the ruined dome of the opera house. Not long ago, when Bunin led Lu Mingfei and others into the dome, it was made of carved glass. The academy's commandos smashed it when they landed, and the glass shards reflecting the sparse glow were scattered all over the ground.
The golden wine rippled in the goblet, the gunshots sounded like a passionate accompaniment, and Caesar and Chu Zihang drank the liquor guzzlingly.
They all thought that Lu Mingfei would definitely come to find them.
The academy leaders who have accepted the Nibelungen bloodline are infinitely close to S-level in terms of bloodline. Chu Zihang, who possesses two kinds of spiritual words, can even be regarded as a super hybrid.
If this kind of combat power were added to the battlefield, the outcome would be overwhelming.
They carefully checked Lu Mingfei's escape route and were sure that his destination had been determined since leaving Moscow.
He was so determined to rush from Moscow thousands of miles away to this city sealed in the permafrost and eroded by time. He must be doing something here. As long as he grasps this key point, he will be able to catch Lu Mingfei.
Caesar didn't know that while he was sitting in the opera house sipping iced vodka, hundreds of meters below his feet in the frozen soil, Christina was walking along the spider-web-like passages, from compartment to compartment, searching for the holy medicine that would allow her to continue to survive in the world.
The brilliant white light from the sky condensed into broken ice on the blade of Dick Tudo's knife. Caesar frowned and threw off his mink cloak. His golden eyes shone like lava in the snowstorm: "Here it comes." he said.
The Word Spirit. Kamaitachi turned him into a high-precision human radar, able to hear the heartbeats of everyone within a large range.
Ordinary people, or ordinary commissioners, their hearts beat at a specific frequency, but suddenly a drum sound broke into Caesar's territory.
He was too familiar with that voice. In Chicago and Tokyo, when Lu Mingfei embarked on the path to becoming a god, the awakened blood in his body beat with an ancient rhythm.
When this heartbeat broke into the Kamaitachi's territory, all other sounds seemed to be suppressed, and even the invisible wind demon began to become restless.
Chu Zihang was dozing off on a high-backed red chair, holding the scabbard in his arms. At this moment, he opened his eyes, and his golden pupils began to ripple like a calm lava pool with a huge rock thrown into it.
The Murasame began to hum, green smoke rose from the blade, and snowflakes fell on the scabbard and Chu Zihang's body, immediately turning into white steam.
The cold wind blew ice chips past, the white steam flew backwards like a silk skirt, and the broken bronze chandelier cast spider-web-like shadows in the snow.
There was dead silence all around, but Chu Zihang and Caesar both knew he was nearby.
He's already here.
The sight of an apex predator roaming the mountains and terrorizing an elk or wolf gets their adrenaline pumping.
At a certain moment, a piercing scream made Caesar's eardrums vibrate and emit a tearing pain. The blade of lust passed by Caesar's ear, and the blade tore a silver tear in the air of minus 40 degrees!
"Brother, be careful, they are more dangerous than before." Xia Mi's laughter rang in Lu Mingfei's ears.
During the time they returned to the academy, it was obvious that the board of directors had completely completed the remaining stages of the Nibelungen Plan on Caesar and Chu Zihang. Their bloodlines had been enhanced to the extreme, and when their hearts beat, they pumped absolute power and strength to every part of their limbs.
Lu Mingfei couldn't smell the increasingly dragon-like aura on them, but Xia Mi could.
Lust slid out from under his ribs, and the short blade drew a strange silver line in the cold air.
The Word Spirit. Dark Illumination, this holy word whose serial number is not high in the age periodic table can be easily imitated by the King of Earth and Mountain, so Lu Mingfei was able to approach the opera house quietly.
When Lust was wielded he was clearly aiming for the gaps between Caesar's tendons and joints, but Caesar actually reacted in an instant.
When Dick Tuoduo came with wind and thunder, Lu Mingfei quickly drew back his knife and hit the side of the hunting knife with the back of the knife. The powerful force made Caesar's huge force smash the marble steps on one side.
"Left!" Chu Zihang's voice was wrapped in the crackling sound of burning flames. The moment Murasame unsheathed the sword, the red blade had already burned a snake-shaped scorch mark on the snow.
Caesar immediately swung his sword to the left, his wrist trembling, but missed.
The momentary embrace with death just now made his scalp tingle.
Junyan and Time Zero were used at the same time, and Murasame's sword light was given the legendary special feature. The flaming blade was actually swung out, and the several-meter-long sword flame extended up and down as it slashed forward, and finally turned into a huge fire that rushed inward and scattered on the marble walls of the opera house.
The blade of the knife fell like cherry blossoms, but it collided with exploding metal sparks three inches away from Caesar's Adam's apple.
After blocking Dick Tuduo's attack, Lu Mingfei actually chose to continue attacking immediately. His lust slashed out from the shadow, but was deflected by Chu Zihang's amazing sword.
The next second, bloody scales tore through Caesar's skin and emerged from his flesh. When he lowered his head and looked up again, his face had become bony.
Second bloodshed!
A beast-like roar came out of his throat, and Caesar's golden eyes were scorching bright in the snowy night. The wrist that was holding Dick Tudo was shaking violently due to the violent impact, but the trembling stopped at this moment.
Immediately, the short hunting knife slashed diagonally from bottom to top, and the wind pressure forced Lu Mingfei to retreat three steps.
With the help of Time Zero, Chu Zihang found the only flaw, and Iai Slash split the snow curtain between the two of them at this moment. Murasame's sword arc plowed a steaming groove on the marble floor that had been frozen with a layer of solid ice, and the ice crystals condensed on the ground instantly vaporized into pale mist.
Lu Mingfei dodged Chu Zihang's knife almost solely relying on his intuition, put his lust under his armpit, and then suddenly attacked at an angle that went against ergonomics, unleashing seven consecutive strikes like a rainstorm!
Chu Zihang slashed out dense sword lights, like a wall blocking Lu Mingfei and himself, but only he knew that even in the realm of zero time, his junior brother still made every sword of lust accurately hit the most vulnerable part of Murasame, and the sparks from the collision of metal formed a flowing river of fire.
Everything happened within just half a minute. Caesar felt his wrist bone was almost broken after just one exchange of swords with Lu Mingfei, while Chu Zihang gritted his teeth and persisted under the knife light, feeling as if he was fighting with a mountain.
He growled and took a half step back to adjust his center of gravity.
Lu Mingfei did not pursue the victory, because Dick Tuduo's blade had already slashed towards the back of his neck with a whistling wind. He had to defend himself and suddenly fell backwards like a swift, but he did not really fall down, he just slid backwards, and the lustful blade spun a cold silver arc in his palm.
The shadow of Angers, Chu Zihang and Yuan Zhisheng can be seen in his swordsmanship. Many people are Lu Mingfei's teachers, but Lu Mingfei did not receive their true teachings.
He simply used the instinct of a wild beast to swing the sword, avoiding Caesar's fatal edge and suddenly rushing forward, leaving footprints of varying depths on the ground with each step.
Caesar turned around and swung at Dicktudo again. Lu Mingfei suddenly ducked and rushed forward, his lustful knife slashing upwards along Dicktudo's blood groove, and the tip of the knife lifted up Caesar's dark blue scarf.
But he did not see a trace of fear, because Caesar finally showed his other hand, and the muzzle of the loaded Desert Eagle in that hand suddenly burst into sparks of fire.
At the same time, Murasame, burning with black flames, tore through the air at an extremely fast speed, and the cold wind was filled with the whistling of blades.
Chu Zihang originally intended to use this extremely fast sword to deal with his father, the masked man put on by Odin, whose spirit words were also time zero.
Murasame's sword appeared bent because he swung it so fast, like a bamboo bent by the wind.
But it didn't work.
Lu Mingfei accurately blocked the bullet that was flying towards him and used the impact of the bullet to deflect the blade towards the direction of Chu Zihang's attack. The two ancient alchemical swords collided at an extremely fast speed.
The sonic boom effect swept across the entire opera house, and the high-speed vibrating air cut through Chu Zihang's eyebrows.
The ice on the ground suddenly exploded, and Lu Mingfei took advantage of the force to soar into the air. Lust left afterimages between his fingers, and the silver net woven by the knife light covered the knife marks left by Chu Zihang, who was chasing him unwillingly.
The blade of Chu Zihang's knife suddenly ignited with black flames again, and his other hand was clenched empty, as if he was holding two knives at the same time.
The next moment, Er Tianyi's lower section stabbed through the snow and fog.
At the same time, Caesar's hunting knife made an organ-like sound and slashed towards Lu Mingfei who was in the air from another direction.
The moment the three sharp blades met again, the remaining stained glass of the opera house exploded, dazzling light shot out from the broken windows, violent flames rose, and all electronic equipment was destroyed.
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"Chu Zihang, can you be a little gentler? Do you really want to chop me up? Do you know that both of your wives are my hostages? Be careful or my people might kill you!" Lu Mingfei moved his shoulder blades. He felt that the fight with Caesar and Chu Zihang just now was even more tiring than the fight with the Dragon King.
"I see you are in high spirits, I don't want to dampen your spirits." Chu Zihang said calmly.
He was also in pain, and was pressing the wound on his forehead with a white towel, blood seeping out, still steaming. The scar was caused by the strong wind caused by the blade of Lust against Murasame.
Lu Mingfei's bloodline is far superior to both him and Caesar. Even if he used time zero, his speed and strength were not enough in front of his junior brother who had started the path to becoming a god.
Fortunately, everyone knew what the other party's purpose was, so they didn't beat them to death at all, otherwise he and Caesar would have no chance of winning.
It seemed that everyone was risking their lives, but each of the three present was a true master of swordsmanship, and their strikes were always as precise as mathematical formulas.
Even though the arc of light from the Iai Slash burned black cracks in the snow, and even though the snow instantly vaporized into pale clouds where the blade passed, everyone still held back, just performing for some people to see.
"Can you two stop arguing? We don't have much time, and the board of directors will soon notice something unusual." Caesar sighed and stood helplessly between Lu Mingfei and Chu Zihang.
Lu Mingfei raised his hands. “Are you guys okay?” he asked.
"Thanks to you, it's not bad." Caesar smiled, "Pompeii killed Frost, but no one believes me and no one stands on my side. I was about to poison him to death."
"Brother, don't you feel confused..."
"What are you confused about? Are you confused because Pompey is a dragon king?" Caesar sneered, "I am not interested in the worldly power they talk about, but I am very interested in killing him... People have to pay the price for their mistakes, and killing someone means paying with their life. Why should the dragon king be exempt from this?"
Lu Mingfei was silent for a moment. He realized that Caesar had deliberately blurred his identity. Actually, if he thought about it, it made sense. If Pompey was a pure-blooded dragon king, then what was Caesar himself? A pure-blooded dragon king?
"I haven't encountered so many things. When I was in Tokyo, the Snake Family treated me well. The last head of the Uesugi Family returned to the society and took charge of the entire Snake Family. Under his leadership, they tore their faces with the academy." Chu Zihang leaned against the pillar holding the scabbard and looked at Lu Mingfei. "The principal's heart was cut open. It should be Odin who did it. He is still receiving treatment in the medical cabin."
Lu Mingfei nodded.
A man like the principal would not die so easily. He had made a deal with the little devil and was destined to take revenge on those who had started the Summer Mourning.
The devil will not allow the gates of hell to be opened to him until the deal is done.
"I have been through a lot these days. I can say that I have escaped death." Lu Mingfei carefully considered his words and briefly summarized what had happened to him to Chu Zihang and Caesar.
The opera house had become a ruin in the previous battle, and the monitoring equipment buried in the walls was completely ineffective. Jun Yan's high temperature also destroyed the monitoring equipment carried by Chu Zihang and Caesar.
The school board would not know what had happened in the opera house until the commandos arrived.
"So while we were trapped on the coast of Portofino and Genji Heavy Industries in Tokyo and had to enjoy sunbathing and the caresses of Yamato Nadeshiko, you were fighting with Odin?" Caesar was stunned. "I knew that Percy, the guy with thick eyebrows and big eyes, was not a good person. I didn't expect that he had betrayed Frost and defected to Pompeii!"
"Can you please not have any hidden agenda? What does it mean to enjoy the caress of a Yamato Nadeshiko? When I was in Tokyo, I was settled in a shrine, okay?" Chu Zihang's cheeks twitched.
"By the way, senior brother." Lu Mingfei suddenly looked at Chu Zihang.
"how?"
"Uncle Chu is still alive." Lu Mingfei said, "I took the mask off his face, but he can't meet you. He should have arrived in Tokyo by now."
Caesar noticed that Chu Zihang's eyes suddenly became desolate.
This man had just been fighting alongside them, his sword drawing blood and his blood was as fierce as in a Japanese anime, but now he suddenly became distant and out of reach.
He lowered his head, staring in a daze at the cooling alchemical ancient sword in his arms, his golden eyes empty.
After a moment he said, "I know."
"Susie and Christina are both in this city. I hope you can help me buy time. Also, my destination is a port ruin north of Verkhoyansk. When you go back, try to investigate in this direction." Lu Mingfei spoke quickly to Caesar.
"Also, Brother, I hope you can try to induce the Elders to put their power in the North Pole. I feel that something big is going to happen in that direction."
Chapter 584: The Might of Beowulf
"What's going on?" Caesar and Chu Zihang looked at each other. They were not unfamiliar with the Arctic. At the beginning of last year, Lu Mingfei invited them to go to Oslo to try to board a nuclear-powered icebreaker named Yamal. The owner of the ship was later confirmed to be the current hybrid organization, the Far North, and its predecessor was a subsidiary of the Secret Party, the Twilight Dogma.
Lu Mingfei was silent for a moment, trying to feel the four elements floating in the air, and then he recited an ancient musical note.
The spirit of words. The blue thunder purgatory.
The high-voltage electric current extended in all directions like a group of thin snakes blooming from his chest, but the one-inch space where Caesar and Chu Zihang stood seemed to be a restricted area of the electric current and was bypassed.
The silver net woven by electric current covered the entire opera house one after another, as if a 3D scanner was scanning the building.
Everything was magnificent and peaceful. The shadow of the girl was graceful and curling in Lu Mingfei's pupils.