Chu Tianjiao's self-esteem naturally would not allow himself to sit and wait to run away and let a minor act desperately.

He walked to the window and lowered his head, revealing a gentle smile:

"Some people always tell me that if you raise your son until he is eighteen years old, the main task of this life will be completed."

"I'm obviously a bastard father who gave up on his mission halfway through."

"But I'm still very greedy, I want to see you get admitted to a good university, and then start a family and marry a wife as beautiful as your mother......"

"I'm really sorry, Zihang...... You have to live well and protect your mother. ”

Chu Zihang looked at his father with red eyes in a daze, and tears couldn't stop flowing.

He thought he would be able to take on everything when he grew up, but at this time he became a child who wanted to rely on his father.

Chu Tianjiao touched Chu Zihang's head for the last time, then turned around and walked towards the black shadows and gods in the distance.

"Daddy!"

Chu Zihang shouted at the back in the rain.

But the man did not look back, and he went from a doting father to a fearless outlaw at the moment.

"Hey! Saiyan Kid! Wait for me! ”

……

The storm howled, and the lightning thundered.

There will be a new round of conflict between man and God.

The black shadows who had captured the suitcase did not launch a counterattack against Lu Mingfei and Chu Tianjiao, they lined up in front of the gods, clearing a path.

Slebnir moved its eight hooves, and each step fell like a muffled thunderbolt striking its heart.

The gods lifted the curtain of shadows, and his majestic form was revealed to the world in the light of mercury light.

Dressed in heavy dark golden armor with misplaced flowers, clad in blue windswept winds, his body wrapped tightly in a shroud of blood-red spells;

In his hand he grasped a spear like a withered branch—the mythical and legendary spear Kungunir.

The rain slid down the curved body of the spear like a meteor across the sky, and every inch of detail touched by the eyes on the spear was intensely epic.

Any human being, after seeing His countenance, cannot help but fall to his knees and worship in reverence to draw close to the light of God.

"Filthy false gods."

Lu Mingfei scoffed at this, and the spirit of the chainsaw sword in his hand expressed disdain along with his master.

This sentence was like a fuse for a declaration of war, igniting the beginning of the second conflict.

Odin's shrouded hand lifted Kungunir, the wilted tip of his spear pointing at Lu Mingfei.

If Odin really owned the Valhalla, where the myth and legend stored countless warriors.

The dark shadows in front of him were the Valkyries who supported him until Ragnarok.

The point of Kungunir's spear was where their will went.

The black tide swarmed up to tear apart the human who had blasphemed and insulted the gods.

It doesn't matter if it's time to call them heretics or aliens, what matters is—

"You will all be purified!"

The brilliance surrounding Lu Mingfei was close to materialization, like a blazing golden flame burning behind him.

The chainsaw sword in his hand was also dyed with a layer of gold, and the newborn machine soul was bathed in divine blessings and roared happily.

His faith was as firm as a rock, like a golden sun crashing into that raging black wave.

And then there was a real wave of black blood gushing out!

Even though these black shadows were elite warriors in their lifetimes, they had extraordinary combat experience and skills-

But in terms of experience, who can compare to a tenacious soul who has fought for one hundred and seven years?

What's more, Lu Mingfei felt that he was full of endless power, as if he had returned to the superhuman body that had undergone nineteen surgeries.

And the golden divine light wrapped around the surface of the body is its own power armor!

"Boom!"

The roaring chainsaw sword pierced the chest of a black shadow, and at the same time as the chainsaw sword was wrenched into the body, Lu Mingfei's left hand had already locked the neck of the black shadow in front of him.

"Bang!"

Then there was a muffled sound, and the right hand that released the chainsaw sword clenched into a fist and simply exploded its head along with the gray-white mask that seemed to grow on its face!

A black shadow seized the opportunity of his unretracted punch to attack from the right side, Lu Mingfei raised his shoulder and crossed arm to block, his pace reversed, and his free left hand gave it the same treatment.

It's like an action shot that has been rehearsed countless times, and it takes less than a second to complete it in one go.

And such bloody and wonderful shots are showing all the time-

Lu Mingfei pulled out the chainsaw sword from the black shadow that temporarily served as a sword stand, turned around and split the head of a black shadow in half;

Four or five black shadows attacked from the dead corner behind Lu Mingfei at the same time, but the next moment they were scorched by the blazing divine golden flame on his body.

……

There were only two spectators.

"This little Saiyan...... What kind of spirit is that? ”

"The Bronze Throne? It's not like ......."

"The King's Gift? It's not like ...... either."

"Damn, which orthodox school is this kid a super genius sent out to practice, so awesome?"

Chu Tianjiao casually dealt with a few black shadows that were entangled in him, muttering to himself.

Without using his own words, he doesn't think he can dance around Deadpool like Lu Mingfei does—it could even be called a bath.

Another spectator was the Venerable Lord God Odin.

He stared at Lu Mingfei, who was slaughtering the Valkyrie, as if completely enraged by the one-sided battle.

He decided to kill this arrogant blasphemer with His own hands.

Perhaps noticing the pseudo-god's gaze, after breaking the neck of the last black shadow with his bare hands, Lu Mingfei stepped on the corpse mountain and looked at Odin.

The mercury and the blazing golden light were separated, and the darkness on both sides of the viaduct was like an abyss.

"Your soul will die utterly along with your body."

The deep voice rolled like thunder.

Heavy armor of dark gold rattled, and Odin's thick palm, wrapped in a blood-red shroud, regained his grip on the pitch-black spear Kungunir.

After directing the Valkyries to carry out his will, he stabbed the gun into the ground.

"It's broken!"

Chu Tianjiao's expression tightened, and he quickened his pace.

Legend has it that Kungunir is made from the branches of the World Tree, and before it can be released, the target's soul is locked on, destined to be pierced through the chest by a sharpshooter.

There was no time to consider whether the legend was true or not, and he didn't want to verify the truth of the legend himself.

He was going to try his best to stop Odin before he threw Kungunir, and let Lu Mingfei leave with Chu Zihang.

"I am the son of Holy Leth, and my soul shall be returned to the Golden Throne with the Father of Genes."

Lu Mingfei bent down and pulled out the chainsaw sword stuck in the corpse of the black shadow, the smile on his face was full of sarcasm and disdain.

Chu Tianjiao couldn't help but stop and looked at the young man who rushed towards Odin in a daze.

The light on him shone like the sun.

No, it's not the sun, it's a cocoon.

"Be judged, false god!"

With this roar, the butterfly metamorphosed from its cocoon, and a pair of bright golden-red wings of light completely stretched out from behind Lu Mingfei.

The holy and unyielding angel leaped into the air, the roaring chainsaw sword in his hand slashing down at the god's head.