"Son!"

Chu Tianjiao's eyes widened.

He subconsciously reached out and took it back.

Fortunately, it may be safer to have that young man who is too strong to talk to be here.

"Hey, Superman. Watch out for those Deadpools, their lives are hard. ”

Chu Tianjiao reminded him.

"Huh?"

Lu Mingfei observed carefully.

Sure enough, a dark shadow he thought was dead trying to grab him by the ankle.

Lu Mingfei kicked off its head with a nonchalant face, such a tenacious life reminded him of those green beasts.

However, Deadpool is even better in terms of brainlessness.

"Try to cut off their necks and spines, and be careful not to get caught by their claws."

Lu Mingfei imparted experience to Chu Zihang.

At this moment, his golden eyes lit up again.

Probably because of this, Deadpool's speed was significantly reduced, and he no longer used that invisible wind blade attack.

"Okay."

Chu Zihang responded.

Despite his courage, he felt the weight of the pressure as soon as he got his hands on it.

Most of these monsters are emaciated, like snakes walking upright.

But the strength is much greater than that of ordinary people, and he can't parry it at all.

However, Chu Zihang is not without advantages.

Although Deadpool's flesh is very tough, he still can't resist the long sword that Lu Mingfei tailors for him.

With a cutting edge width of 0.9 microns, it's not an exaggeration to say that short hair.

Moreover, although Deadpool also has combat skills, he is too rigid and stiff.

Compared to Lu Ming's non-galactic level swordsmanship, it is like comparing Teliga and Tiga.

And Chu Zihang, who was beaten 6,480 times by Lu Mingfei, has already improved his ability to resist pressure to an extremely high level.

He gritted his teeth and put all the swordsmanship he had learned into play, and even dragged down the two Deadpools.

"Well done, man."

Lu Mingfei praised.

Proper praise inspires loyalty more than admonition.

He is like this on the battlefield, slaughtering the enemy while keeping an eye on the performance of the new bloods of the warband and commenting on them.

Once Lu Mingfei subconsciously praised the commander of the war group, and was embarrassed for a while afterwards.

However, the battle leader himself was proud of it, and he even boasted about it with the other sub-group leaders.

As it turns out, the experience of the Warhammer universe is just as applicable back home.

After Chu Zihang got Lu Mingfei's affirmation, his movements were much smoother again, and he even began to try to fight back.

"Onward, brother."

Lu Mingfei used his dreamlike swordsmanship to weave a tight net, pulling Deadpool forward step by step.

Neither the wind blades, the claws, nor the fangs could stop his firm steps.

Either turn into a marionette under his sword, or turn from Deadpool to a dead corpse.

In the midst of the storm, Lu Mingfei was like a traveling emperor, and those dark shadows were like servants accompanying him.

"Are young people all monsters nowadays? Your classmate is actually from the Dragon King. ”

Chu Tianjiao finished cutting the alien in front of him, and just wanted to care about his son when he saw this scene.

Extremely shocked, he couldn't help but complain wildly, and even said some taboo words.

Fortunately, he didn't shout, with the noisy level of the environment, Chu Zihang and they shouldn't have heard it.

Then Chu Tianjiao found that it was not only Lu Mingfei, but his son, the introverted and stubborn son, was already so strong.

That kind of swordsmanship, he can't compare to it at this age.

"All of them are so powerful, so it seems that I am very inferior as an adult."

Chu Tianjiao's smile was even more ruffian, but his eyes were as sharp as a katana.

He threw the suitcase hard, and most of the black shadows chased after him like a dog chasing a frisbee, and the remaining half were still trapped in Lu Mingfei's net.

"Don't chop those brainless things, little macho, these things can't be killed."

Chu Tianjiao shouted as he ran forward.

He planned to attract the attention of the remaining Deadpool and Odin, and then let Lu Mingfei drive away with Chu Zihang.

"Okay, I'll kill that pseudo-god, and you take Brother Chu Zihang to go first."

Lu Mingfei tore up the net he had woven and killed Deadpool at several key nodes in an instant, causing several loopholes to appear in the originally dense encirclement in an instant.

"Go to your father, brother."

He pushed Chu Zihang out of the crowd, and then rushed towards the god who was still sitting on the throne without looking back.

"The local young people are so rude that they steal my lines."

Chu Tianjiao complained in a low voice, and then saw that his son was also preparing to rush forward.

He hurriedly chased after Chu Zihang and said in a low voice.

"Ordinary weapons can't hurt that god, and there is a handful of village rain in the co-pilot's door, bring it to your classmates."

The village rain in Chu Tianjiao's mouth obviously refers to the godless sword in his hand.

Chu Zihang gritted his teeth and nodded, turned around and ran towards Maybach.

"Now I'll be able to let my hands and feet go."

The man smiled, and the invisible curtain unfurled around him, in this stage, time slowed down, wind and rain became sticky, and everything was like a slow-motion movie.

Only he, the protagonist of this drama, can run wild unaffected.

But outside the curtain, time still flowed as usual, and Lu Mingfei had already come to the throne.

"How dare you confront the gods."

Odin looked down at the tiny human in front of him.

"God?"

Lu Mingfei couldn't help laughing.

It wasn't that he hadn't seen those who claimed to be gods, but the worst of them had an entire armored division.

This alien leader, who also uses his minions as weapons, actually claims to be a god.

The last time Lu Mingfei heard such a funny joke was when he was dealing with a renegade planet.

The Governor of that planet submitted a document to the Imperial Ministry of Justice, declaring that he had tens of millions of troops under his command, and that even if the Emperor himself led his troops to attack, he would have to pay a "heavy price".

As it turned out, his tens of millions of troops could not survive two salvos of the warband's fleet.

"You have offended God!"

Odin felt Lu Mingfei's disdain, and his golden one-eyed glowed even more dazzlingly.

"Go to hell with your dignity, false god!"

Lu Mingfei leaped high, and a cold golden light overflowed from his body, clinging to the blade.

Odin sensed mortal danger from the icy golden light, and he raised his head slightly, an invisible wall of air in between.

The rain evaporated instantly when it fell on the wall of air, and it was clear that the wall was still extremely hot.

His clothes and hair were charred in the heat, but another force protected his body.

But this still couldn't stop Lu Mingfei, and the sword blade blessed by the emperor's great power cut through the qi wall like a cake.

However, this bought enough time for Odin to make other moves.

He stretched out his hand, and countless black shadows appeared out of thin air like ghosts, opening their fangy mouths, waiting for Lu Mingfei to fall.

"Want to fight in a group? Lao Tzu did not agree. ”

At the moment of crisis, Chu Tianjiao's arrogant roar suddenly exploded.

The same invisible curtain shrouded the throne, and everything entered the effect of Speech Spirit Time Zero, except for Chu Tianjiao.

And Odin.

"Stupid, your tricks don't work against the gods."

The King of the Gods said coldly.

"Who said I'm going to use it on you?"

Chu Tianjiao smiled.

"Come on, super real newcomer."

He shouted to the sky, and the golden pupils oozed red and black blood from the overuse of the spirit.

In the next second, Lu Mingfei landed with a bang.

After accelerating more than ten times, the impact directly created a small shock wave, blowing Deadpool and Chu Tianjiao away for several meters.

Odin roared angrily, a deep wound on his chest, a deep wound on his chest, and the cold flames scorched his internal organs, making him feel the pain he had not felt in a long time.

God is wounded!

But Lu Mingfei showed regret on his face, that sword could have cut off the head of the pseudo-god, but he still used his blasphemous power to push the blade off.

"Whoever offends God will perish."

Odin punched Lu Mingfei away, ignoring the injuries on his chest, and slowly opened his arms.

The spear, twisted like a twig, is poised like a story waiting for its chapters.

"Yes."

Chu Tianjiao, who was lying crookedly, grew his mouth, he knew the spear of fate.

Once cast, the result is already sealed.

And to whom to throw, the answer is self-explanatory.

"Hey, Odin, that suitcase is a fake, and I really hid it."

He shouted loudly, ignoring the blood spurting from his mouth, trying to get Odin's attention.

But Chu Tianjiao's efforts were ineffective, and Odin was completely unmoved.

It seems that in the eyes of this god, nothing is more important at this moment than to kill this blasphemer.

Kungunir drew a huge parabola in the air, such a terrifying artifact, but it was silent when it flew.

Its speed was not fast, but Lu Mingfei did not try to dodge.

The warrior's instincts told him that there was no point in dodging.

But that doesn't mean he's going to sit still.

Lu Mingfei held the steel sword in both hands, ready to perform the final slash.

"Brother, do you want to help?"

A little boy who called himself Lu Mingze suddenly appeared on his shoulder.

Just after his appearance, time seemed to freeze completely on the entire elevated shelf.

The shouting Chu Tianjiao, the close Kungunir, and the angry gods were all frozen at this moment.

Lu Mingfei looked at him quietly, still without saying a word.

"You're going to die."

Lu Mingze pointed to the spear, as if to remind him to face the current situation.

"My life has long belonged to mankind and to the emperor."

Lu Mingfei was unimpressed by the impending death.

He even said that he had been looking forward to it for a long time.

Very few Space Marines survive to make it to the second golden spike, and even fewer survive a thousand years.

Countless conspiracies, countless wars, countless betrayals, countless sacrifices, countless hopes appeared and were dashed.

Lu Mingfei was already physically and mentally exhausted, and he even asked to perform mortal missions many times, so that he could return to the Golden Throne and obtain eternal rest.

It's a pity that his sense of responsibility and strength allow him to always return victorious.

Perhaps, there is also some imperial humor mixed in here.

In short, dying in battle was a kind of luck for Lu Mingfei.

"But that classmate of yours is going to die, you like to call him, brother. You never called me that. ”

The little boy complained.

"What do you want?"

Lu Mingfei went straight to the point.

"Nothing. Even if you show sincerity this time, you must take the initiative to summon me next time you have business. ”

The little boy blinked.

Then, he reached out and grabbed Kungunir.