It was the roar of a chainsaw, tearing through the dead silence of this rainy night.

"Bang!"

The door in the back of the Maybach was kicked open, and Lu Mingfei rushed out as quickly as a cheetah.

A black shadow closest to him let out a piercing howl, and the next moment, the roaring chainsaw sword in Lu Mingfei's hand slashed down on its head.

The saw blade spun wildly and sliced through the black shadow's sturdy body, and the pouring rain failed to drown out the sparks for a moment.

Two nearby black shadows pounced ferociously, their bodies twisting into two pounced vipers at an alarming speed.

But Lu Mingfei's combat instincts were surprisingly sharp.

He stepped on the body of the half-sawed alien black shadow, and with the help of pulling out the chainsaw sword, he rolled over and jumped onto the roof of the Maybach, dodging the attack of the two aliens.

But even with such severe injuries, the alien was still not dead.

It roared in pain like a frenzied deformed four-clawed spider, its body and limbs writhing wildly in accordance with its bloodthirsty instincts.

It knocked back several of its kind, and climbed on all fours to the roof of the car to tear the human apart and devour—

And yet it swooped down.

In the next second, the roaring chainsaw sword in Lu Mingfei's hand wrenched its back along with the roof of the Maybach.

The saw blade sliced all the way up, completing a bloody convergence with the wound in the skull.

Thick black blood spurted out like a burst pipe.

Until the alien body under his feet no longer writhes, completely losing his life.

Lu Mingfei raised his head and looked around at the group of black shadows.

They did not disturb their execution.

A pair of dark golden eyes revealed a mixture of fear and greed.

Suddenly, the pictures overlapped, and Lu Mingfei seemed to have returned to the dark years when he fought for loyalty in the Weepers warband.

As he is now, proudly looking directly at alien enemies tens of thousands, if not hundreds of thousands, times his own -

There are crazy green-skinned orcs, there are filthy ugly insects, and there are hideous demons from the dark abyss......

They received only one response.

"Face the sons of Holy Reles, aliens!"

Lu Mingfei roared loudly, his eyes lit up with a dazzling light like gold.

The chainsaw sword in his hand roared autonomously, responding to his master.

The newborn ghost revealed an emotion of excitement after bathing in the blood of the aliens.

——

Since the twenty-third millennium, the golden age of human prosperity has been shattered by a rebellion unleashed by artificial intelligence.

In this regard, the development of artificial intelligence technology is strictly forbidden.

It became a taboo during the period of the Human Empire.

And that universe is an idealistic universe of "animism", and everything has a soul projection.

Mechanical creations are no exception -

As small as chainsaw swords and blasters;

From war vehicles, knights, mechs, titans, space ships, and ......

can awaken and give birth to their own "machine soul".

On a physical level, the soul is the equivalent of a mechanical automation system.

For example, tanks or warplanes, whose mechs can take over the control of the mechs in the absence of a driver.

But from another point of view, these mechs do have emotions of their own, and are no longer simply the product of religious worship.

For example, the Titans are god-like machines, and their mechs are violent and wild.

After each awakening, it is necessary to appease and win the trust of these powerful spirits through various complex rituals such as incense, holy oil, and binary prayers.

So as not to directly crush the captain's consciousness while driving.

The souls of small mechanical creations also need to be appeased and maintained, and their way of expressing emotions is more direct:

If the blaster gun gets stuck after one shot, it is displeased;

It didn't overheat for a day, and even fifteen rounds of bullets were shot out of the eleven magazines, and that was the great joy of the soul.

Just like Lu Mingfei's simple chainsaw sword, which is mainly disassembled and assembled by chainsaws, it can kill the black shadow alien, and it also has the blessing of a new soul.

……

Lu Mingfei's sudden outburst attracted the attention of all the black shadows.

Even the god sitting on Slebnir, his golden eyes like giant lamps stared at the figure fighting in the dark shadows.

"Son, run!"

Chu Tianjiao seized this opportunity and suddenly shouted angrily.

Chu Zihang didn't think about it, he turned around like crazy and ran in the direction of Maybach.

Before the shadow could intercept him, he threw his suitcase in Odin's direction, like a piece of fresh meat that attracted the wolves.

After the box was taken off, he immediately followed Chu Zihang to the direction of the car, where the dark shadow still needed to be cleared.

Chu Tianjiao glanced back, and most of the black shadows were attracted by the suitcase and swarmed away - obviously the gods would not do such an out-of-character behavior as dismounting and picking up the box.

The rest of the shadows pursued them.

Lu Mingfei was covered in blood.

The fifteen-year-old's young body and brain reacted to external stimuli far faster than Lu Mingfei could have imagined, and he was as agile as a civet cat dancing in the rain, avoiding the attacks of the black shadow again and again.

And more than a hundred years of combat experience, which has become instinctive, allows him to cut off the limbs or head of the black shadow with precision and swiftness like a scalpel every time he dodges.

What Lu Mingfei didn't notice was that a hazy golden glow appeared outside his body.

The black blood of the black shadow splattered on it and was instantly purified into bits of golden starlight, making this layer of brilliance even more condensed.

"Son get in the car!"

Chu Tianjiao joined in this purification field of black shadows, and the "Village Rain" in his hand drew a bright arc of light, as if it had been cut open together with the rain curtain.

The dark shadows surrounding Maybach and Lu Mingfei were resolved in an instant, and their skulls fell to the ground.

But the bodies still stood in place, black blood spurting from the splintered skulls of their necks like fountains in human shape.

Chu Tianjiao raised his eyebrows, urging the stunned Chu Zihang to sit in the driver's seat:

"If there is anything to save for going out to worship the mountain, let's talk about it! Initiate! ”

The Maybach's center console glows with an ice-blue glow again.

"And you, little Saiyan, hurry up and get in too!"

He looked at Lu Mingfei again, who was covered in golden anger, and his two dazzling golden pupils looked at each other through blood and rain.

Before Lu Mingfei could answer, the swirling wind suddenly blew up, enveloping the invisible wall of water and squeezing and encircling it from three directions.

Chu Tianjiao's face suddenly turned pale: "Son, reverse gear!" Come on! ”

Chu Zihang did so mechanically, and Maybach quickly retreated.

But when it touched the wall of water, it stopped, and no matter how much the twelve-cylinder engine roared, it still couldn't move.

Their retreat was blocked by the rain.

Obviously, the gateway to leave here was in the hands of the god in front of them.

"I'll find a way to hold back that heretic, and you take the opportunity to retreat with your son."

Lu Mingfei said in a deep voice, holding the chainsaw sword in his hand and walking towards Odin without looking back.

His soul is still a noble weeper warrior, holding his head high to protect the weak until he dies in battle.

"Damn! It's really the back waves of the Yangtze River pushing the front waves, are the current minors so dragged? ”

Chu Tianjiao was stunned for a moment, and then scolded in a low voice.