Chapter 57 Battle The shelling finally stopped, and Lu Mingfei struggled to get up from the muddy ground. He was soaked all over, and the cold rain flowed down his cheeks into his collar, sticking to the mud-covered cloth, making every movement seem extremely heavy. The smell of mud mixed with blood hit his nose, as if the whole world was mocking his current embarrassment. When the first shell landed on the bunker, he suddenly felt an inexplicable chill quickly spreading to the extremities of his limbs, as if the fingers of death were stroking his back. He immediately realized the danger and almost instinctively ordered Hill and others to leave the bunker immediately. As soon as they rushed out of the bunker, a deafening explosion followed, as if the world was collapsing at this moment. Seven or eight shells were fired with incredible accuracy, completely razing the bunker where they were just now. The solid fortifications instantly turned into countless fragments, mixed with dirt and debris, which came towards them like a storm, and the huge impact force knocked them to the ground. "Damn it! How can they shoot so accurately..." Hill also crawled up from the ground, his face full of shock and his eyes revealed extreme fear and shock. Cold sweat slid down his forehead and mixed with mud into his neck, bringing a sticky and cold feeling. He stared blankly at the bunker not far away that had become a ruin. If Lu Mingfei had issued the order a few seconds later, they would probably have been buried under the pile of cold rubble by now. The shells were still whizzing overhead, and each shell landed accurately on the bunkers and inhabited trenches as if it had eyes. It was originally the last barrier for the soldiers, but now it became their burial place. Mud was splattered everywhere, and the smell of burnt gunpowder, blood and the pungent smell of earth mixed together filled the air, making people feel a suffocating oppression. "Mr. Lieutenant, what should we do now?" Hill's voice was filled with helplessness and panic. His eyes turned involuntarily to Lu Mingfei. That resolute figure was his only support at this moment. On this chaotic battlefield, the fear and despair in his heart gradually emerged, making it almost impossible for him to think. Lu Mingfei did not respond immediately. He frowned, staring ahead like a hawk, his expression grim and focused.
The sound of the heartbeat detected by the kamaitachi echoed in his ears. The sound was deep and powerful, as if some dangerous creature was approaching rapidly. Lu Mingfei held his breath, carefully distinguishing the ominous sound. It was definitely not the heartbeat of a bird, it was too strong; it was not an airplane either, he did not hear the roar of the engine; and it was even less likely to be a cannonball. After ruling out all other possibilities, only one conclusion gradually emerged in his mind. “A hybrid? A hybrid that can fly…” Lu Mingfei’s voice was barely audible, with a hint of coldness and vigilance, as if he was confirming his own guess. "Mr. Lieutenant, what are you talking about?" Hill obviously didn't hear Lu Mingfei's mumbling clearly. He mistakenly thought that he was answering his question and asked nervously with a hint of urgency in his voice. "Get out of here quickly." Lu Mingfei was still looking ahead, with a dangerous light flashing in his eyes. This time his voice was no longer vague, but carried an unquestionable sense of command, which was clearly transmitted to the ears of Hill and other soldiers. "What about you, Lieutenant?" Hill and the other soldiers were all stunned when they heard Lu Mingfei's order, their eyes filled with anxiety and confusion. They didn't understand why Lu Mingfei asked them to leave while he stayed here at such a critical moment. Before Lu Mingfei could answer, an arrogant and arrogant voice suddenly came from the air, breaking the brief silence: "Leave? None of you can leave today!" They looked up and saw a young man in exquisite clothes floating in the air, his eyes glowing with golden light, like a hungry beast staring at its prey. His fangs glowing with cold light looked particularly ferocious under the reflection of lightning. The young man's long hair fluttered in the wind, and his whole body exuded an incomparable arrogance and arrogance, as if he was looking down at the ants under his feet. He crossed his arms across his chest, his eyes cold, as if this battlefield covered in smoke and mud was nothing more than a huge playground to him. "Hybrid?" Lu Mingfei stared at the young man in the air. A strong sense of vigilance instantly emerged in his heart. This was the first time he had truly encountered another hybrid besides Kaczynski. The smell of blood in the air and the powerful aura emanating from the young man made him subconsciously tighten his grip on the weapon in his hand, and the chill spread from his fingertips to his entire body. "Handed-blood? No, no, no. I am different from those mortals who only have a little dragon blood flowing in their bodies. I have long surpassed your level." The young man showed his sharp white fangs, his tone filled with contempt and disdain. His pair of golden eyes revealed a cold light, as if mocking Lu Mingfei's arrogance. "Look at this continuous heavy rain. This is the gift I carefully prepared for you." The young man glanced proudly at the soldiers under his feet. His voice was like an icy sharp blade, piercing deep into the hearts of every listener. "I have brought all the surrounding cumulonimbus clouds here just to trap you in this muddy hell. In front of me who can control the power of heaven and earth, you should call me 'God'!" His wild laughter exploded in the air like thunder, echoing throughout the rain-soaked forest, as if the sky was shaking with his arrogance. When Hill and the soldiers heard the young man's words, they all showed horror on their faces. They felt as if their worldview seemed to collapse at this moment. The feeling of powerlessness and despair that surged in their hearts swallowed up their courage like a tide. In their opinion, manipulating the weather is something that only God can do. “Really? You call yourself a god just by blowing up a few cumulonimbus clouds?” Lu Mingfei narrowed his eyes slightly. Although he felt a strong sense of threat from the young man floating in the air, he had no way to retreat at this moment.
The fighting spirit surging in his chest gradually calmed him down, and he quickly outlined a response plan in his mind. "Run!" Lu Mingfei shouted to Hill and the others beside him in a low voice, his voice as hard as steel. He knew that only calmness and decisiveness could save their lives. After that, he suddenly pulled out his pistol and shot at the young man in the air without hesitation. Gunshots rang out instantly, and 32 bullets were fired within a few seconds, whistling towards every part of the young man like a metal storm. Each bullet carried a deadly cold light and was aimed precisely at the target. The young man obviously did not expect Lu Mingfei to open fire so decisively. A trace of surprise flashed across his face, but soon, the indifference in his eyes was replaced by anger. Although he tried his best to dodge, several bullets still penetrated his skin accurately, bringing out a trace of blood. The blood drew a dark red arc in the air, mixed with the rain and quickly dissipated. However, although the bullets hit the target, they did not seem to cause much harm to the young man. They simply penetrated the young man's skin, lost kinetic energy, and fell from the air along with the blood drops. The young man waved his hands angrily, his eyes were cold and fierce, like an enraged beast. With one hand, he easily caught the bullet flying towards his forehead, and with the other hand, he stopped the bullet flying towards his crotch. His movements were smooth and powerful, as if this action was just a piece of cake for him. "Very good! Very good! You have completely pissed me off! Don't you want to protect them? Then I will show you how I tear them into pieces!" The young man's voice was low and full of murderous intent, as if unsuppressible rage was burning in his body. His gaze slowly turned to the fleeing soldiers, a cruel smile playing on his lips, like a cat playing with a trapped mouse, enjoying the thrill of its impending prey. The wind quickly gathered around him, as if an invisible hand was supporting him, and he chased in the direction Hill and the others were escaping. The rain formed a misty tail behind him, spinning with the wind. The young man's speed in the air was very fast, although it could not match that of an airplane, but it was already a deadly threat to the soldiers who were running hard in the mud. However, just as he was approaching Hill and the others, Lu Mingfei launched another attack. Another 32 bullets flew through the air. The speed of the bullets left tiny streaks of light in the rain. However, this time the young man was obviously prepared. He waved his arms and controlled the surrounding wind to blow the bullets off course. The bullets grazed his body and hit the trees and mud behind him, stirring up a fine cloud of dust, as if it were a meaningless performance. "Hahaha, kid, do you know the gap between mortals and gods?" The young man laughed triumphantly, his handsome face full of cruel pleasure, as if he had already seen the scene of these mortals struggling in pain in his hands. "I'll show you how I torture them!" He increased his speed and swooped towards Hill and the others like a bird of prey. At this moment, a light suddenly flashed in Lu Mingfei's eyes, and he saw clearly the direction of the wind. The Word Spirit·Mirror Pupil is activated, copying the Word Spirit·Pupil of the Wind King. The young man's wild laughter came to an abrupt halt. He was shocked to find that the wind around him suddenly became extremely unstable and no longer obeyed his command completely as before. The wind spun rapidly around him, but it seemed to carry some uncontrollable force, causing his body to sway in the air and lose his balance. The young man realized with horror that the wind was no longer completely under his control, as if it was against him. He quickly stopped flying and tried to stabilize his body, but at this moment, Lu Mingfei pulled the trigger again, and 32 bullets flew quickly. This time, the young man was no longer able to control the wind to deflect the bullet's trajectory, and the bullet hit his body without any hindrance. Although it did not cause him fatal injuries, it was enough to disrupt his balance. The young man lost his stability in the air and fell heavily like a stone that had lost its power. His body hit the muddy ground, splashing a large amount of mud. His originally clean and tidy clothes were instantly soaked, and he looked miserable. He felt an uncontrollable anger rising from the bottom of his heart, and his previous pride and arrogance were now replaced by anger. The young man had been floating in the air, not only to show off his strength, but also because he extremely hated the mud on the ground. In his opinion, mud and dust were things that should not be contaminated on his "divine body". Now, his arrogant demeanor had collapsed. “Huhu… I originally wanted to keep you until the end, but since you want to die so much, I’ll grant your wish!” The young man’s chest heaved violently, and his breathing was heavy like the growl of a wild beast. The green scales that originally only grew at the corners of his eyes began to spread rapidly, covering his entire body. His hands gradually turned into ferocious claws, and the temperature in the air seemed to drop a few degrees, as if a more brutal storm was about to hit. Unlike the Deadpool that Lu Mingfei had encountered before, this young man obviously still retained a clear mind. There was no loss in his eyes, but instead they were filled with fierce determination. The wind began to gather and swirl around his claws, forming invisible wind blades that exuded a sharp aura, as if just one swing could cut everything in front of him into pieces. "Don't worry, I won't kill you," the young man grinned, with murderous intent in his eyes not concealed at all, "Who told those old guys to want to capture you alive? But those old guys only said they wanted you alive, not intact..." His voice pierced into Lu Mingfei's ears like a sharp blade, full of cruelty.
The air around them suddenly shook violently, and with the sudden rise of strong winds, mud and fallen leaves were swept into the whirlwind. Every step of the young man was accompanied by an invisible sense of oppression. He swung his claws, and the wind blades drew cold arcs in the air with his movements, as if he had already seen the scene of tearing Lu Mingfei into pieces. His extreme anger made him completely ignore why he suddenly lost control of the wind just now. The only thought in his mind now was to completely destroy the mortal in front of him who dared to offend him. However, Lu Mingfei's eyes remained calm and firm. At this moment, the dragon blood in his body was boiling, and the strength was surging through his limbs and bones. The bones all over his body began to shift and gather. His eyes narrowed slightly, and his golden pupils flashed a cold light in the dim rain, as if he had seen through everything. "Then let me see how powerful your so-called 'divine power' is." Lu Mingfei said in a low voice, with a firm tone in his voice. Lu Mingfei replaced the magazine for the gun in his hand. Raindrops dripped down the gun. He took a deep breath and entered an unprecedented state of concentration. Time seemed to slow down at this moment. Lu Mingfei felt that the sounds around him seemed to gradually fade away, and the whole world was left with only him and the enemy in front of him. “Oh, dragon bone mode, it seems that you are really not a simple guy,” the young man heard the crisp sound coming from Lu Mingfei's body, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, but the arrogant expression remained unchanged. "No wonder those old guys asked me to bring them back alive." He grinned, revealing a mouthful of sharp fangs, with a hint of cunning and coldness in his smile. Lu Mingfei did not respond. He silently sensed the flow of wind around him. He captured every breeze of the wind clearly. The enemy was powerful and should not be underestimated. But because of this, his heart became calmer, as if he was ready to face the worst outcome. When the wind blade came towards him quickly, Lu Mingfei slid to avoid it without hesitation and raised his gun to aim at the young man in front of him. 32 bullets poured out like a rainstorm, but the bullets only splashed a few sparks when they hit the young man's scales, like raindrops falling on steel, which sparked a brief flash of light before disappearing without a trace. "It's useless! Human weapons can't kill me!" The young man laughed contemptuously, his originally handsome face now looking extremely ferocious. He patted the scales hit by bullets, as if he was patting off the dust on his body, his eyes were full of ridicule and contempt for Lu Mingfei. The young man's self-confidence almost reached the extreme. In his opinion, Lu Mingfei's resistance was nothing but a futile struggle. The wind blade released by the young man just now cut a large group of trees behind Lu Mingfei in half. The huge tree trunks fell to the ground with a dull sound, splashing large amounts of mud and broken wood. Lu Mingfei looked at the traces left by the wind blade, thinking about something, with a hint of deep thought in his eyes. "Wind..." Lu Mingfei whispered to himself with a hint of contemplation and calmness in his tone. He quickly drew an exquisite sword from his waist. The sword body was shining coldly in the dim rain curtain. The blade was dotted with several dazzling gems. The hilt was engraved with the eagle emblem symbolizing the royal family, which looked particularly luxurious and majestic. This sword belonged to Crown Prince William himself. When the news of the breach of Avercul Forest came, William immediately sent someone to deliver the sword to Lu Mingfei to show his trust and confidence in him. The wind began to slowly linger around the sword, as if an invisible force was guiding its every tremor. As the wind flowed, a red light gradually appeared on the blade, and flames began to spread from the blade, gradually covering the entire sword, forming a two-meter-long flaming giant sword. With the help of the wind, the flames did not go out because of the rain, but instead became more violent in the wind, like a hot torrent that swallowed everything. When the young man saw the wind wrapped around the sword in Lu Mingfei's hand, his originally arrogant expression couldn't help but become cautious, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes. "Oh, I didn't expect that your Word Spirit is also the Eye of the Wind King. However, the user of the Word Spirit is the key to determining the strength of the Word Spirit." The young man said in a low voice, still with a bit of disdain and arrogance in his tone. In his opinion, although Lu Mingfei also has the same Word Spirit, the difference in power is the key to determining the outcome. However, when the flames began to linger around the sword, the expression on the young man's face froze instantly, replaced by incredible astonishment and shock. He could hardly believe his eyes. "Is that Jun Yan? Multiple word spirits! Static heating! You have the power? Impossible! Absolutely impossible! You are not a hybrid, what on earth are you!" There was a hint of panic and fear in the young man's voice. He stared at the giant flaming sword in Lu Mingfei's hand, as if he was facing some invincible existence. At this moment, the young man's unshakable confidence began to crack for the first time. He originally thought that he had absolute power and could easily crush the opponent in front of him, but at this moment, he felt a sense of oppression that he had never felt before. This feeling of oppression made his hands tremble involuntarily, and the wind blade in his hands seemed a little unstable, as if it was losing its original strength support. Lu Mingfei looked at the fear and anxiety on the young man's face, and knew that the opportunity had appeared. He clenched the flaming giant sword in his hand and slowly moved forward. "Your so-called 'God' is nothing more than this." Lu Mingfei whispered, his voice full of determination and fearlessness. He raised the giant flaming sword in his hand, and the blade drew a blazing arc in the air, as if tearing the entire sky apart. The young man felt the heat and sharpness coming towards him, and the fear in his heart continued to grow. He gritted his teeth, forced himself to calm down, clenched his hands into fists, and the dragon blood in his body was fully aroused at this moment. He knew that this battle was inevitable, and only by going all out could he save his life.
“Come on! I don’t believe you can beat me. I am a dragon descendant who has walked the path to becoming a god!” The young man roared, releasing all the strength in his body with all his might. The wind blades spun wildly under his command, forming a whirlwind barrier that seemed to shatter the heaven and earth. There was a mad light in his eyes, like a beast that was forced into a desperate situation and was ready to fight to the death. Lu Mingfei did not hesitate, he knew that this strike would decide the outcome. The power of wind and fire gathered to the extreme on the sword blade, as if the power of the entire heaven and earth was channeled into this sword. There was only determination and resoluteness in his eyes, and he swung the giant flaming sword suddenly, slashing down at the young man. At this moment, time seemed to stop, and everything between heaven and earth was swallowed by the blazing sword light. The collision between the sword blade and the wind blade made a huge roar, and the flames and storms intertwined in the air, forming a destructive storm that was enough to destroy everything. The ground shook violently, and mud and rain splashed everywhere. Brothers, the novel will be put on the shelves tomorrow. The editor suddenly notified me this morning, which was a bit unexpected. I thought it would take more than a week, but it was put on the shelves so soon. I originally said that I would finish writing World War I and put it on the shelves. I will try to write as much as possible tomorrow. I don’t know how much I can write. Verdun is basically over. We can go back after fighting on the Somme. I can’t find much information on the Somme, so it will be shorter. I hope everyone can give me a first order. I wrote 5600 words today, which can be considered a burst of updates. I hope everyone will support me tomorrow (End of this chapter)