"Is she dead?"

Chu Zihang walked back from a distance and asked.

"I think I'm dead."

Lu Mingfei picked up a red gem fragment from the minced flesh, which flowed with a luster like blood.

It's all blown up equipment, and it should be dead.

"Is this the Philosopher's Stone that Merlin wanted? It doesn't seem complete. ”

Chu Zihang said.

"There should be a similar monster in the back. Need a break? ”

He asked.

"No, I don't have a problem."

Chu Zihang shook his head and said.

He was farther from the center of the explosion than Lu Mingfei, and the road ahead was curved, and the shock wave was sharply reduced.

Since there was no need to rest, the two moved on.

After walking for a while, two forks in the road appeared again in front of me.

The one on the left was constantly spewing fire, and the one on the right was freezing cold.

Without hesitation, they chose the one on the right again.

Strangely, when the two actually walked into the right fork in the road, they didn't feel the cold.

The temperature is always constant at a certain temperature, neither hot nor cold.

This reminded Lu Mingfei of life on a battleship, the huge thermostat keeps the battleship at the same temperature forever, there is no hot or cold and no four seasons.

Whenever the thermostat in that area malfunctions, the Mechanical Priest will go into a frenzy, as that means that some temperature-sensitive equipment may be damaged.

But last time in Odin's Nibelungen, it seemed that the temperature would drop.

It seems that each Nibelungen has different attributes, depending on the needs of their maker.

In the midst of his thoughts, an alien with a black lion's head blocked his way.

It has a thick mane around its head, its eyes are blood-red, and its veins bulge like snakes, making it look terrifying.

"My name is Bishesha, have you brought the corpse?"

It asked, looking at the two of them.

"Nope."

Lu Mingfei replied lightly.

He noticed that the aliens were all chattering, like those pesky pointed ears.

Can't you just fight like the space necrons and greenskins?

"Then leave one person as a corpse, and the other person can pass over."

Bishesha opened its bloody mouth, the corners of its mouth split open to its cheeks, its mouth wide enough to fit an adult's head.

"That's a lot of nonsense."

Lu Mingfei rushed in front of it, and there was a sword in his head.

Bishesha raised his claws to block it, and the sharp claws and blades rubbed into dazzling sparks.

"Why are you unwilling to accept my terms?"

Bishesha seemed puzzled.

"Because the aliens' mouths are full of lies."

He used a ferocious left hook to stop Bishesha's next words.

Bi Shesha was also beaten out of anger, clasping the blade with one claw, and the other claw reached Lu Mingfei's chest, as if he wanted to dig out his heart.

Of course he wouldn't let it succeed, after all, he didn't have two hearts now.

Lu Mingfei pressed it with one hand, and Bishesha's claws were sealed underneath.

The strong force tried to push his arm apart, but was unable to do so because it was stuck at the point of force.

With more than a thousand years of endless warfare, Lu Mingfei can effectively deal with almost all forms of enemies.

However, Bishesha seemed intent on surprising him.

The mane that was originally attached to the surface of the skin suddenly stood upright, and although Lu Ming was not prepared to retreat in time, he was still pricked with countless blood spots by the mane like a steel needle.

"Foolish mortals, sacrificing the corpses of your companions is your only way out."

After the first blow was successful, Bishesha did not pursue, but stood still and said.

"Why do you keep wanting us to sacrifice our bodies?"

Chu Zihang asked.

"Because it's a rule set by God."

Bishesha replied.

"Where is God?"

Chu Zihang asked again.

"God has departed from the kingdom of God, but God's will will still be obeyed."

Bishesha said.

"Let's die again with the disobedience of the false gods, Brother Chu Zihang, give me the sword."

Lu Mingfei shouted.

Chu Zihang did not hesitate to throw his Firench sword to him.

With two swords in hand, Lu Mingfei once again fought with Bishesha.

An inch long and an inch strong, with the aid of the sword, he can keep the distance between the two sides in a safe range.

Without the help of Mane, Bishesha could only use his claws to fight Lu Mingfei hand-to-hand.

Although its claws were not afraid of blades, its fighting skills were too bad for Lu Mingfei, and it was covered in wounds in less than a few minutes.

If it weren't for the tenacious nature of the aliens, they would have been corpses by now.

Bishesha realized that the situation was not right, and immediately took a deep breath.

The already protruding blood vessels became more prominent, and the towering mane swelled again.

"Not good."

Lu Ming was not in danger, he did not retreat, but leaned down and drilled into Bi She's feet.

Countless manes rained forward like a rain of arrows, and deep holes were pierced into the hard rock ground.

If it were shot at a person, it would be no different from being hit by a machine gun.

But because of Lu Mingfei's witty reaction, he was only shot out of his clothes a few holes, but he was unscathed.

"Die, alien."

Lu Mingfei first stuck a sword into Bishesha's foot to nail it, and then got up and cut off its head with another sword.

He expertly disembowels Bisher and finds another fragment of the Philosopher's Stone from his stomach pouch.

"Let's go."

Putting away the Philosopher's Stone, the two of them continued to move forward.

When they encountered a fork in the road again, they chose the right side, and this time the road continued to echo with passionate music.

The two of them stopped in the distance, and a woman in a gorgeous costume and unhuman in appearance was playing a musical instrument.

Two hands beat the drum, two hands play the piano, two hands rattle, and the six hands divide the labor, and there is no confusion at all.

Seeing the two coming, the woman did not stop playing.

Lu Mingfei didn't act rashly, he could see that this alien was very strong.

The concert went on for a while before the woman stopped playing.

"I am a rakshasa, who wants to stay as my husband?"

She asked lightly, her voice clear and pleasant, without the slightest hint of evil.

"If you don't want to, you can't pass, can you?"

Lu Mingfei asked.

"No, if you defeat me, you can pass the same."

Rakshasa shook his head, set the instrument aside, and pulled out six different weapons from behind his back.

Fist blades, rings, tiger claws, scimitars, short swords, long whips, and weapons of all lengths are readily available.

This multi-armed alien shape reminded Lu Mingfei of a creature called a snake man, their lower body resembled a snake, and their torso was a bit like a human, but they had multiple arms, and their head was more like a snake than a human.

Snake people have two pairs of strong arms and are able to work independently of each other, which means that they are very dexterous and can even use multiple weapons at once.

They are said to have had a high level of civilization, but now they roam the galaxy and earn a living by accepting hires, usually by dark spirits.

Serpents are formidable warriors, and even Space Marines have to be careful when facing them.

And the alien in front is obviously more difficult to deal with than the snake man, which can be seen from the number of arms.

However, Lu Mingfei is still fearless.

He had faced invincible enemies countless times, but each time he was the one who survived.

"For the sake of the emperor, destroy the aliens!"

Lu Mingfei swung his twin swords and rushed towards the Rakshasa.