Lu Mingfei Returns from Monster Hunting

Chapter 62 The Real Dragon King

What is super solution?

The old hunter who taught Lu Mingfei the shield ax technique once said.

Super solution is to create the greatest possible shield and ax moves out of all the impossible.

Even the later shield ax hunters in the New World basically use the super solution and back to the big solution hunting method in order to pursue a faster release speed.

But super-solution is definitely the eternal belief of shield and ax hunters.

Opening mountains and plains without any effort is a super solution!

The blade of the ax hit the face of the King of Bronze and Fire.

The five dragon attribute energy bottles exploded instantly.

Intense red light filled the enemy's head.

On target!

The longan exploded like a grape, and golden blood splashed out.

The dragon clutched its forehead and roared in pain.

At the same time, the transparent barrier that had always existed around him also quietly disappeared.

"Replace the live ammunition!" The headmaster's voice rang through the communication channels of all the students.

They have no time to think, and they don't have to think, at this moment they are soldiers, and the principal is their commander.

Hundreds of rifles and submachine guns replaced live ammunition and aimed at the howling dragon.

Thousands of bullets slid into the chamber, the firing pin fired the primer, and metal fragments rained down on him in a storm.

Lu Mingfei split the shield and ax into two, turned into a sword and shield and retreated [-] meters away.

So as not to be rubbed by gunfire.

The hail of bullets set the night on fire.

Countless live bullets hit the dragon's body, and the longan's eyes were broken. He lost the great power of speech and spirit that commanded metal, and could only use his body to catch the bullets hard.

The students kept changing the magazines, and they didn't dare to stop until all the ammunition was fired.

In addition, Lu Mingfei had severely injured the dragons before.

In fact, the current King of Bronze and Fire is only half breathed, dying.

But he still stood alone, maintaining the dignity of the Dragon Clan.

Suddenly, with the last ounce of strength, the dragon waved its wings, flew away from the spot, and rushed towards Old Tang who had already run to the school gate.

Old Tang didn't know why he was so unlucky.

He just saw that the battle was almost over and prepared to slip away first.

After all, if his identity is not good enough, he will go to jail if he is arrested.

But that monster seemed to have some grudge against him, and was chasing him relentlessly.

"Don't take me to be buried with you!"

"Brother...Brother..."

"I don't know you! Don't chase me!"

Lu Mingfei immediately reacted to everyone present.

Seeing the dragons struggling to die, they also wanted to attack Old Tang.

He immediately flew out the claws, and while grabbing a corner of the Minerva Tower, he swung high.

The distance of thousands of meters between one person and one dragon becomes zero in the blink of an eye.

The white-purple sword blade descended from the sky, piercing the dragon's chest with unsolvable gravity, at the last second when his dragon claw touched Old Tang's cheek.

The gunfire stopped, and the lawn was filled with the pungent smell of gunpowder smoke.

Everyone looked at the hunchbacked figure in the gunpowder smoke.

Old Tang was also watching, staring blankly at the dragon's face from a close distance.

He was broken like a corpse nailed to a cross.

There were countless transparent bullet holes on his body, and a sharp blade pierced through his back and stuck in his heart.

Gurgling blood flowed out.

No matter how tough the bones of dragons are, without the protection of the power of words and spirits, they are nothing but flesh and blood.

He no longer flows radiance, and the flame loses its temperature.

The godlike wings were also shattered into powder, falling piece by piece.

The dragon stretched out its sharp claws, and cut two slits where its eyes were originally.

It wasn't the weird golden dragon eyes on his forehead, he opened those pure black eyes that he had never opened before.

With blood in his mouth, he couldn't speak, so he stared at Old Tang with those eyes.

Lu Mingfei suddenly understood many things.

For example, the palm print on the dragon's face was actually made by covering his face with his hands during the hatching.

Another example is that the dragon didn't want to hurt Old Tang, nor did it want to destroy them.

He just wanted to see the people he was familiar with...

This crippled dragon.

Although it has a complete body, it should be regarded as a premature baby for a dragon, and it has not even had time to give birth to the eye.

Here is a child, afraid to face the world, who curls up and covers his face, hatching from an egg, only to find that his most important relative is not with him.

Lu Mingfei's hand suddenly trembled.

The dragon smiled wearily at Old Tang: "Brother...run away...don't go back to the world..."

A drop of dragon tears mixed with blood fell on Old Tang.

The body of the dragon, or the boy, collapsed and turned into ashes with the wind.

"Brother, there are many people outside."

"Maybe die? But Constantine, don't be afraid."

"Don't be afraid, stay with brother, don't be afraid,...but why...don't you eat me? If you eat me, brother can break through no matter what kind of cage you are in."

"You're good food, but it's so lonely. For thousands of years, you're the only one with me."

"But death is really sad, like being sealed in a small box, forever and ever... pitch black."

"The fate of the so-called abandoned people is to cross the wasteland, raise the battle flag again, and return to their hometown. Death is not terrible, it is just a long sleep. Before I can devour this world, it is better to sleep peacefully than to trek alone. We will still wake up Come."

"Brother...will you eat me when the time comes?"

"Yes, then you will come with me and rule the world!"

"Kons...Standing..."

Trembling, he called out the boy's name.

He remembered.

He remembered it all.

It turns out that during these two thousand miles, whether you were sleeping or waking up, you just wanted to come to me, but when you found me, I had already forgotten what you looked like.

By the time I remembered what you looked like, you were already dead.

Blazing flames rose into the night sky around his body, where huge wings spread.

The torrential rain fell suddenly, but it couldn't extinguish that shining body like the morning sun.

He roared in despair, and rushed to the distant sky.

Burning thunderclouds were left behind, and the bright road of flames stretched into the distance in the dark night.

Lu Mingfei stood there blankly, letting the rain wet his hair.

Everything seems to be back to that time.

He stood on top of the black dragon's corpse, when nothing could be recovered.

The blade of the brilliant black shield and ax was stuck in the scorched earth, and the sound of thunder and rain gradually became louder.

"Dragon King Norton finally showed his angry face, that is the real deity." In the bell tower of the church, Principal Angers drank the martini in his glass, "Listening to his shout, soaked in so many years of loneliness and pain Ah, he awoke, with the soul of a martyr."

Under the window, he sat face to face with the vice principal.

Flame patterns are reflected on the window, and painful screams are heard in the ears.

The whole mountain was covered by that angry roar, and the long chant was endless.

Hippolyte Jean Angers concocted these potent martinis himself, and it's like celebrating something.

"You already know the four great monarchs of the Dragon Clan, and twins sit on each throne."

The old cowboy asked, "You could have easily erased him, but you angered him in the most extreme way by killing his brother in front of his face. Why?"

"Because I'm tired of it."

"Tired of what? The life of the dragon slayer, or yourself?"

"I have both. I have lived for more than 100 years, and the gift of worshiping dragon blood is still alive. But all my friends are dead, and only you are left. We are two wonderful flowers in the academy that should have withered long ago, And we're still sitting here drinking martinis and having the Dragon King's blood splatter our hands."

"You want to destroy the Dragon Clan instead of sealing them constantly?"

"Yes, I want to kill the four kings thoroughly!" the headmaster said slowly, "and Ned Hogg."

The old cowboy was silent for a while.

"The Norse mythology says that fate is like a silk thread, woven by Urd, measured by Belldandi, and finally cut by Yushikodi's scissors."

"On the day of the end of human history, the black king Ned Hogg will return. He is the symbol of despair and hell. He is the scissors of Skodi. On the day of his revenge, even if you are Odin, walk on your Jin Gong, with the invincible spear, is only on the road of no return."

"This is the so-called fate, and fate is something that cannot be changed."

The vice principal said, "And now, are you ready to rewrite your destiny? Do you think you are a god?"

"Of course not by me, an old man half buried in the ground, to rewrite it."

The principal looked at the distance under the heavy rain with a smile on his face.

He is an absolute Avenger.

It's just that time cannot last forever, and the fate has already been handed over to others.

(End of this chapter)