Chapter 310 I will pretend to play SM and beat you to death!
On the viaduct on a rainy night, the Maybach turned into a black lightning, piercing the god's car in the endless storm.
Under the white light, the mountain-like eight-legged Pegasus stood proudly, each of its hairs flowing with a crystal-like luster, its eight iron-pillar-like legs deeply embedded in the ground, and its dark golden hooves plowed hideous wounds on the asphalt road surface.
The nostrils under the metal mask spewed out tiny particles of electric light, and every roar was like thunder rolling in the clouds.
The dark figure on the horse stood still. The dark golden armor shone faintly in the rain, and the single eye was like a torch, illuminating every raindrop within a ten-meter radius.
In his hand, he held a spear that was bent like a dead tree. The arc of the spear was like the trajectory of a meteor across the sky. The two ravens on his shoulders whispered in his ears like talkative flatterers.
Odin, the father of the gods in Norse mythology.
The name was ground between Chu Zihang's teeth, carrying with it the smell of rust and blood.
His golden eyes burned like torches, and the memories of that rainy night five years ago came flooding back like a tide. It was here that his good-for-nothing father launched a fearless charge against the gods, while at the time he could only sit in the passenger seat and tremble.
The scenes in his memory overlapped with reality, causing his temples to throb.
The Maybach's engine let out a dying roar, and the tachometer needle broke through the red line. This six-meter-long steel beast was rushing towards God in a suicidal posture, like a moth flying into a flame.
Powerful kinetic energy engulfed Maybach, and this blow was enough to knock over all carbon-based creatures. However, the eight-legged Pegasus named Sleipnir did not dodge, and its four front hooves were raised in the air.
All the rain from all around gathered together to block Odin's way, like a waterfall falling from the sky, stretching across the highway like a natural moat, attempting to recreate the scene that cut off the hopes of the father and son five years ago.
But this time, someone came to help!
Sitting in the back of the car, Lu Mingfei stared straight ahead, holding Eri tightly with one hand and pushing forward with the other, his movements so light that it seemed as if he was caressing his lover's cheek.
But in the rain curtain where his fingertips pointed, the space began to distort and collapse.
The word spirit named "Judgment" took shape in an instant, turning into an invisible torrent, crashing through the rain curtain at a speed far exceeding that of the Maybach, and carving out a tubular vacuum zone on the elevated road in the pouring rain!
The water wall collapsed the moment it came into contact with this force, like thin ice being pierced by the sun!
"boom--!!!"
The water wall built by the eight-legged Pegasus collapsed in an instant, and Sleipnir, following closely behind, suddenly faced a judgment that was enough to annihilate it into ashes. The horse's mouth spewing lightning let out a thunderous neigh of terror, and deep fear emerged in the golden eyes under the mask.
Its raised, majestic body trembled as it tried to steady itself, to prevent its master from falling off the horse. However, the terrifying aftermath of the judgment that was enough to destroy everything came crashing down, threatening to tear the divine horse into pieces.
At this critical moment, Odin, wearing dark gold heavy armor on horseback, took action.
He raised the drooping Gungunir, the spear of destiny, and thrust it forward slowly, as if in slow motion, neither fast nor slow, gracefully and slowly, as if time had stopped around him.
As the tip of the gun cut through the air, countless points of light emerged like fireflies, condensing into a brilliant and deadly meteor shower.
But at the moment when the gun tip passed the head of the eight-legged Pegasus, the countless bright spots of light condensed into dark golden comets, dragging long comet tails, and smashed down in the direction where the gun tip was pointing.
The gun that is sure to hit the target, the divine weapon that pierces through fate, shows its sharpness at this moment!
Two forces powerful enough to rewrite the rules collided in mid-air.
No sound.
In other words, the sound is beyond the scope of human hearing.
At the intersection, the space was strangely distorted, as if it was about to collapse into a black hole.
But these two forces were too violent and neither was willing to yield, so in the end the problem could only be solved in the most tragic way - explosion.
“BOOM Boom Boom Boom!!!”
The shock wave spread out in a spherical shape, vaporizing all the raindrops wherever it passed.
The space within a radius of fifty meters briefly became a vacuum, and then was filled with air in a more violent manner.
If someone watches from a distance, they will see a semicircular water splash with a diameter of 100 meters suddenly blooming on the viaduct. It is a spectacle formed by hundreds of millions of raindrops being shattered at the same moment.
The ground cracked inch by inch wherever the terrifying shock wave passed, the ground shook violently, concrete fragments fell like rain, the sound of twisting and breaking steel bars pierced the rain curtain, and the viaduct seemed like it would collapse at any time. However, Chu Zihang remained unmoved, gripping the steering wheel tightly with both hands, his knuckles turning white.
When the smoke and dust cleared, the god was still sitting upright on his horse.
But Sleipnir's drooping front hooves were trembling. It was obvious that the duel between gods, even the impact of the aftermath, was too much for it to bear.
The black beast and the white Pegasus faced off on the shattered battlefield.
The Maybach rushed forward against the violent air wave, its heavy tires rolling over the cracked ground. The white Pegasus had the help of a god, but the black beast also seemed to be protected by another god. The shattered concrete blocks and terrifying shock waves along the way failed to hurt it at all, and it continued to charge towards the figure riding the Pegasus in front.
In the passenger seat, the expression on Finkel's face had changed from nervousness to excitement. He held the handle on the roof with one hand and held a handheld DV with the other, faithfully recording the famous scene of mortals crashing into the throne of God.
The distance of a hundred meters passed in a flash, and almost at the moment when the wind and rain in the sky were about to dissipate and condense again, the black beast rushed to the eight-legged Pegasus.
The god sitting on the tall horse opened his one eye, his gaze swept across the young man with murderous eyes in the driver's seat, and finally fixed on the young man holding his sister who shattered the rain curtain with a casual blow.
"roar--"
The eight-legged Pegasus roared toward the sky, and its four hind legs, as thick as pillars, suddenly exerted force, leaping over the roof of the Maybach like a soaring dragon. Its huge body cast a shadow on the ground, completely covering it.
The contempt of higher beings for mechanical creations had not yet emerged in its eyes as it rode a divine horse. The electrically controlled transparent panoramic sunroof of the Maybach below slid open silently, and a pair of golden eyes brighter than those of a god looked up from bottom to top.
In an instant, the great fear of life and death struck the eight-legged Pegasus' heart, and his whole body trembled.
It twisted its mountainous body wildly, trying to avoid the death-like gaze, and its metal armor collided with each other, making a deafening roar.
But it was too late.
"Bang!"
The dull sound of explosions was particularly harsh in the rainy night. The eight horse legs were like bamboo joints twisted by invisible giant hands. Large amounts of blood mist spurted out from the gaps in the armor. Sleipnir let out a dying wail, and fragments of his internal organs mixed with blood poured out of his abdomen, forming a shocking stream of blood on the road.
Having lost his target, Chu Zihang suddenly turned the steering wheel, and the Maybach did a beautiful drift, completing a 180-degree turn before rushing into the toll booth. The tires rubbed against the ground violently, making a teeth-grinding scream, and blue smoke rose up.
"Bang!"
As soon as the car stopped, Chu Zihang pushed the door and got out. He raised his hand and pulled out the demon sword Murasame that was stuck on the door. He stepped into the rain, holding the sword and looking at the burly figure in the cloak in the distance.
"Odin! I'm coming to see you!"
The body of the eight-legged Pegasus fell on the side of the road. This mythical creature had been brutally judged and dismembered. At this moment, it could only rely on the armor it was wearing to maintain its general shape. The flesh and blood under the armor had been shattered and flowed on the ground mixed with blood.
The gods who lost their mounts and fell into the mortal world were indifferent.
Odin watched all this in silence.
The Kungunir in his hand swept across the ground, bringing up a blazing flame. The flames spread along the blood stream, greedily licking the remains of the Pegasus, turning the remains of the mythical creature into a sky-high torch.
Odin stood in the fire, his eyes slightly lowered, looking both lonely and majestic.
The god's silhouette looked increasingly lonely, with lava-like light flowing from the eye sockets of his bronze mask. His tattered wind cloak fluttered in the heat waves, and the flames evaporated the heavy rain into mist. He stood in the mist like a sea tide, looking coldly at the young man who had escaped from his hands in the past.
A flock of crows circled above his head, making a shrill cry, as if singing a dirge for the end of the world.
The two ravens standing on Odin's shoulders took off into the air and circled above the toll booth. Their golden eyes stared straight at the young man standing in the rain below them, and they spoke in human language, their voices like glass scraping against a blackboard:
"You're back! Haha! You're finally back!"
Chu Zihang held the knife with one hand and ignored the two ravens above.
They are Odin's messengers, namely Fugin, who symbolizes thought, and Muni, who symbolizes memory. But looking at the large flocks of crows in the sky, we can know that the two are not irreplaceable.
"It's so noisy."
Lu Mingfei pushed open the back door and said just three simple words, but the two noisy crows were struck by lightning.
They suddenly stopped making any noise, and their dark bodies fell down like kites with their strings cut, hitting the road with a bang.
The light in the golden eyes quickly dimmed, black blood flowed out of the beak, and no sound was made anymore.
It was as if I was really being annoyed to death by myself.
Two ravens descended from the flock of crows in the sky and landed on Odin's shoulders. His gaze finally moved away from Chu Zihang and fell on Lu Mingfei.
Then the raven on his shoulder spoke again:
"Haha! You finally woke up! You finally came!"
As soon as the new raven opened its mouth, the entire flock of crows was like a lake with a stone thrown into it, and it instantly boiled over. Thousands of ravens shouted in unison, the sound waves almost overturned the viaduct, and even the wind, rain, mountains and forests seemed to respond loudly:
"You finally woke up! You finally came! Haha! You finally woke up! You finally came!"
Lu Mingfei narrowed his eyes slightly. When Chu Zihang appeared, their lines were "come back", and when he appeared, their lines were "wake up", and the scene was even more grand, as if they were celebrating but also as if they were mocking each other.
Whatever it was, he felt unhappy.
"Eri, one crow scores one point." He glanced sideways at the girl beside him. She was frowning slightly, obviously a little disgusted by the noisy crows.
When she heard Lu Mingfei's words, her eyes lit up, and then she drew the Mikazuki Munechika from her waist, chanting the ancient dragon script in a low voice. The excitement and cleverness on her face faded, replaced by a god-like indifference.
Word Spirit·Judgment!
The scarlet Mikazuki Munechika swung out, and the heavy rain lingering above the viaduct collapsed into mist in an instant. The invisible destructive force was like an eagle striking the sky, and it set off a bloody storm the moment it crashed into a flock of crows.
Those black lives that were like tape recorders were shattered in an instant, and black blood rain fell from the foggy sky.
Finkel, who was standing by, was holding a DV camera with a look of emotion on his face. This kind of scene was indeed outrageous no matter how many times he watched it. Are they really the same species?
This is completely a dragon in human skin.
Black blood rain fell around Odin, and was evaporated into mist by the flames of the god. A strange black color spread out in the vast white mist, covering the god with a layer of decay.
Considering that Odin also holds the power over death and the Nibelung is essentially the kingdom of the dead, this scene is not at all incongruous.
Odin held the Spear of Destiny in his hand, and his one eye never shifted at all, always fixed on Lu Mingfei.
Gungnir in Odin's hand remained motionless, and his one eye was always fixed on Lu Mingfei. Whether it was Chu Zihang who was full of hatred, Finger who seemed to be carefree but actually only wanted revenge, or Eri who had fully evolved, they were all just chess pieces on the chessboard in his eyes.
Only the young man with a nonchalant look on his face had already jumped out of the chessboard and became the player.
Although he has not yet regained everything he once had, in time, all the planners will only be able to look up to his back.
"What are you looking at your father for?" Lu Mingfei noticed Odin's gaze and opened his mouth with a friendly greeting.
He had already guessed what Chu Tianjiao was guarding in this city, and he also knew for whom Odin left Nibelung here.
Although I don't know why this old fellow just hid in the dark and observed for the past 18 years, but I have grown stronger, and with growth comes change!
"You were the one who arranged the deadpool and the wolf-masked Green-faced Beast who ambushed me in France, right?" Lu Mingfei tilted his head and looked at him. "Tell me, how do you want to die?"
Odin remained silent.
"You're pretending to be an expert by not saying anything, right?" Lu Mingfei sneered, "Okay, later I'll pretend to play SM with you and beat you to death!"
These dirty words finally angered the gods. Odin tapped the ground with Kungunir in his hand, and in an instant, countless black shadows slowly rose from the water under his feet.
They were dressed in pitch-black cloaks and held rusty ancient weapons in their hands. Their pale, dry hands protruded from their sleeves, with sharp claws on their fingertips and fine, blue-black scales visible on their skin.
In the blink of an eye, an army of Deadpools gathered around Odin, and countless flickering golden pupils lit up under the hoods of their cloaks.
At the same time, two giant silver-haired wolves walked out of the mist. They were as big as lions and tigers, with their long hair standing up like steel needles.
“More than people, right?”
Seeing this, Lu Mingfei turned around and looked at the photographer next to him, showing a devilish smile: "It's decided to be you, go ahead, Silver Wolf Finger!"
Finkel pointed at his nose, his face full of disbelief: "Is this true? I hit Odin?!"
"Besides, what is Silver Wolf? I don't have a nickname as embarrassing as the protagonists of medieval European fantasy stories!"
"Odin is mine." The cold light from Murasame's unsheathed sword cut through the rain curtain. Chu Zihang stood beside the car, pointing the tip of the sword at the figure in the distance wearing a tattered wind cloak.
The pale light from the toll booth shone on the blade, making half of his profile look like a Shura.
Seeing this, Eri naturally set her sights on the Deadpool army, and Mikazuki Munechika in her hand was ready to move: "Sakura, how many points are these?"
"Three points for one." Lu Mingfei hasn't figured out what she can redeem the points for yet, but it doesn't matter, she can get whatever she wants.
Seeing that his opponents were only two wolves, Finkel instantly breathed a sigh of relief, handed the DV camera to Lu Mingfei, turned around to open the trunk of the Maybach, and with a twitching eye, he took out a chain saw more than one meter long from it.
"Junior brother, you call this a hot weapon?"
“Why not?” Lu Mingfei gave a thumbs up. “Go ahead, Mr. Finkel von Frings, the chainsaw killer!”
"I prefer the name of Fire Dragon Slayer." Finkel sighed and suddenly pulled the trigger on the chainsaw.
The roar of burning engine oil instantly drowned out the roar of the giant wolf, and the buzzing sound of the turning chain drowned out all fear!
The Deadpool army came like a tide, but was instantly met with a scarlet blade swung by Eri.
An invisible force swept across, and the black shadows were broken into two pieces like straws.
Chu Zihang walked slowly forward, each step creating ripples in the water, and each ripple seemed to reflect his own embarrassing escape in the past.
"Junior brother, I will clear the way for you!"
Finkel roared and rushed into the rain with a roaring chainsaw.
(End of this chapter)
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