Chapter 58 Fire Tornado (First Order) The power of flames and wind blades collided and intertwined in the air, quickly forming a fire storm of astonishing power. The scorching flames madly devoured everything around them, and the moisture in the air was evaporated in an instant. The Avokur Forest was suddenly shrouded in thick smoke, which quickly spread. The rain hit the scorching ground, making a "hissing" sound. Gradually, the heavy rain in the sky began to stop, as if even the heaven and earth were shocked by the power of this battle. "Hahaha! You are not as strong as I thought!" The fog dissipated a little, and the young man lying on the ground laughed violently, and the laughter was still full of arrogance. However, upon closer inspection, his body was covered with scars. One of the hideous wounds extended from his shoulder to his waist, almost cutting him in half. The wound was charred black, and the smell of burnt skin and muscle filled the air, mixed with blood and gunpowder, which was disgusting. “Even after all this, you can still laugh.” Lu Mingfei walked slowly over from the side, holding the sword in his hand, the blade stained with blood and charred ashes. His figure was looming in the smoke, looking even more mysterious and terrifying. Although he was still standing, his tired and scarred body was clearly visible. The large areas of burn marks on his clothes were like broken armor, his skin was covered with burns and blood, and the sword in his hand was even more tattered. The gems on it had long been shaken off, and the blade also had obvious cracks due to the fierce battle. "Hahaha, you don't think I came here alone!" The young man's laughter was still full of arrogance, but it was much weaker than before, as if he was using his last bit of strength to maintain a trace of false self-esteem. His eyes were flashing with a mixture of madness and despair, as if declaring that he still had a trump card and should not be underestimated. “Also, you don’t think that everything will be over if you kill me, do you?” the young man stared at Lu Mingfei with a mocking arc on his lips.
"Rather, once you kill me, everything will just begin. As long as you kill me, the Council of Elders will send stronger half-bloods to kill you! You can beat one of me, but if there are two or three of me as strong as you, do you still have the confidence to win?" "How about we just stop fighting each other? When I get back, I will persuade the Council of Elders to give up hunting you." There was a sense of temptation and seduction in his tone, as if he was trying to use this last bargaining chip to make Lu Mingfei give up killing. "I have no grudges against your Council of Elders. Why are you hunting me down?" Lu Mingfei paused slightly, with a hint of confusion in his eyes. He did not understand why these people were so obsessed with hunting him down, as if he was some kind of threat that could not be ignored. "The Elder Council will not let a powerful half-blood like you escape from their control." The young man grinned, a cold light flashing in his eyes. "They originally wanted me to capture you and take you back to see how strong you are. If you are weak, they will kill you. If you are strong, they will invite you to join the Elders Council." His tone was filled with a certain unquestionable coldness and reality, as if this was the nature of the world. “Now that you have demonstrated your strength,” the young man continued, with an inexplicable certainty in his voice, “I believe those old guys will do everything they can to win you over. As long as you join the Council of Elders, you will have everything, including wealth, beauties, and even the blood of the first generation of dragons. But if you kill me, then your relationship with the Council of Elders will be an irresistible fight.” When he said this, his eyes became deeper and more seductive, and he began to paint a beautiful picture that was irresistible. "So, are there many half-bloods with your personality in the Elders' Council?" Lu Mingfei's tone was thoughtful, his eyes fixed on the young man on the ground, and he began to evaluate how credible his words were. "There are many mixed-race people with a personality like mine." The young man showed a hint of pride, as if he belonged to some noble group. "After all, we possess power and wealth that ordinary people cannot even achieve. If necessary, we can even overthrow a country at any time." When he said this, his eyes flashed with unparalleled confidence, as if everything in the world was under their control. "The vast majority of people in this world are born to serve us," the young man continued, his tone full of contempt and arrogance. "We are more noble than them. As long as you join the Elders' Council, you will enjoy all of this." His golden eyes flashed with an almost morbid excitement, as if he had already seen the scene of Lu Mingfei fighting side by side with them and sharing all of this. "Really? Then it seems that I am not suitable to join the Elders' Council." Lu Mingfei said lightly, without a trace of emotion in his tone. He took firm steps forward, and the sword in his hand was slightly raised. The blade drew a cold light in the air. "You have to understand that if you kill me, you will be at war with the Council of Elders!" The young man felt the threat of the sword coming down, and a hint of panic and fear began to creep into his voice. "Then someone stronger than me will come to kill you! If you stop now, you will gain endless wealth and power!" The previous arrogance and confidence in his voice had long since disappeared without a trace, leaving only a desperate plea. Seeing that there was no wavering expression in Lu Mingfei's eyes, the young man finally panicked. He had thought that he could use benefits and threats to make Lu Mingfei let him go, which was also the basis for his arrogance before. However, when he saw Lu Mingfei's unwavering determination, he finally realized that he had underestimated his opponent's will. "Christ! Fire! Fire! Let's die together!" The young man finally fell into complete madness. He shouted desperately, hoping to save himself through the last resort. He knew that he had no way out, and the only way to save everything was to bet everything on this last resort. Soon, the whistling sound of artillery shells flying across the sky came densely, as if to tear the entire sky apart. The sound of artillery shells was getting closer and closer, as if it was the Doomsday Judgment Day from the sky.
However, Lu Mingfei seemed not to have heard anything at all. His eyes remained calm and firm, and the sword in his hand stabbed down without hesitation, with the tip of the sword piercing the young man's throat. As the sword pierced his throat, the golden light in the young man's eyes gradually disappeared, replaced by complete darkness and emptiness. His body completely lost its life force at this moment, and he collapsed to the ground like a body with its soul drained out. Then, without any pause, Lu Mingfei burst into a high-pitched chant. The sound seemed to come from an ancient war song, carrying an irresistible power. Veins bulged on his forehead and sweat poured down like rain, as if he was under extremely terrifying pressure. However, his gaze remained firm, and neither pain nor pressure was enough to shake his will. The wind began to gather towards Lu Mingfei, and a small tornado quickly formed not far from him. The tornado spun in the air, making a sharp whistling sound, as if an invisible giant beast was roaring. As the tornado formed, the surrounding air quickly became hot, as if the whole world was burning. Flames emerged in the center of the tornado, instantly igniting the entire tornado, turning it into a terrifying fire tornado, carrying the power to destroy the world, as if it was going to turn everything into ashes. The shells in the sky kept falling, but before they got close to the ground, they were sucked into the violent fire tornado. Every shell exploded violently the moment it entered the fire tornado, and flames flashed in the sky one after another, as if it was a grand fireworks show. The explosions illuminated the entire sky, and the flames and smoke intertwined, like a doomsday scene. The fire tornado danced wildly in the sky, swallowing up all the forces that attempted to destroy. It was like an enraged fire dragon, roaring and rolling in the sky, tearing the shells into pieces one after another. Every explosion was like its roar, shaking the heaven and earth, making people tremble involuntarily. However, as the fire tornado gradually dissipated, Lu Mingfei's body gradually lost strength and began to sit on the ground. His face was pale and his breathing became increasingly rapid. The violent force just now had completely drained all his physical strength. Sweat continued to flow from his forehead and slid down his cheeks to the ground. At this moment, he finally understood the limit of his strength. Currently, he was unable to activate two high-level words at the same time. He felt the power in his body gradually dissipating, and his consciousness began to become blurred. As the fire tornado completely disappeared, everything around seemed to return to silence, and the clouds in the sky gradually dispersed, revealing a starry night sky, as if the destruction and violence just now were just a dream. However, the devastated scene on the ground was a ruthless reminder that all this was real. ………………Hill 304, the aftermath of the war was still echoing in the distance, but the atmosphere at this moment seemed unusually depressing and tense. Christ suddenly opened his eyes, cold sweat instantly seeped out of his forehead, his heart was beating violently, as if he had just experienced a nightmare-like horror. When his word spirit "snake" sensed the terrifying fire tornado in the distance, he fell into extreme anxiety. "Sweetin is dead!" There was disbelief and horror in Christ's voice. He knew Sweetin's strength very well. Although that guy was arrogant, he was by no means an ordinary person. Now even a strong man like Sweetin had died at the hands of that half-blood, which meant that their enemies were much more powerful than they imagined. "What's the situation?" A cold and hoarse voice suddenly came from behind him. Christ turned around abruptly. A black figure began to slowly emerge in the place where there was no one. The figure seemed to walk out of the void, and the air around him became cold because of his appearance. "Hohenlohe, why are you here?" Christ looked at the black figure that suddenly appeared, with a hint of surprise and vigilance in his eyes. He knew what Hornlohe's presence meant. Every time this figure appeared, it meant an important task or trial of the Elders' Council. "The Elder Council sent me to keep an eye on Sweetin and ask him to bring the half-blood back alive and intact." Hornlohe said coldly. There was no emotion in his voice. As he spoke, his eyes swept across Christ like a blade, giving people a sense of invisible pressure. "Then you are late." Christ smiled bitterly, his voice full of helplessness and fatigue. He knew that he was about to face not only the threat from the enemy, but also the blame from within the Elders' Council. "What? Sweeting killed that half-blood so quickly?" When Hornlohe heard this, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes. He originally thought that Sweeting would act according to the plan, but the development of things obviously exceeded his expectations. "No, it was Sweetin who was killed by that half-breed..." Christ's voice was low and hoarse, telling this hard-to-accept fact. "Svetin has been killed..." Hornlohe's eyes suddenly became sharp, his fists clenched, and his knuckles made a faint crisp sound in the silence, hinting at the anger deep in his heart that was about to erupt. The air seemed to become heavy in an instant, and every breeze was stagnant because of his anger. The oppressive feeling was like an invisible hand, tightly squeezing Christ's throat. The Elder Council has always regarded Sweetin as an important fighting force. Sweetin's violent fighting style and unparalleled strength make him highly valued in the Elder Council. But now, such a powerful man with a prominent position in the Elders' Council was actually killed by an unknown half-blood. This will undoubtedly arouse the anger of the Elders' Council. The angry faces of the elders flashed through Hornlohe's mind. That mixture of anger and uneasiness was creepy. He knew that this matter could not end like this. "Tell me the location where Sweetin died." Hornlohe's voice was low and cold, with unquestionable majesty. His eyes were like sharp blades, piercing directly at Christ, and his eyes were burning with an irrepressible eagerness and anxiety.
"What's going on over there?" Christ was stunned for a moment when he heard Hornlohe's words, then quickly pointed in the direction of Averkul Forest. His heart was also full of doubts and uneasiness, and he vaguely felt that the situation was far more complicated than he had imagined. “Svetin can use the second word spirit after he successfully completes the path to deification.” Hornlohe spoke after pondering for a moment, his voice revealing a hint of solemnity and deep thought. "I remember his second word spirit seemed to be 'Winter'. It was because he awakened this word spirit that he became extremely irritable and difficult to control. He always regarded this word spirit as trash and felt it was useless, but maybe this time it can save his life." There was a hint of hope in Hornlohe's tone. As a hybrid with rich combat experience, Hornlohe knew that in battle, some seemingly useless powers often played a decisive role at critical moments. The "Winter" spirit that Sweetin awakened might be such a hidden trump card, and it might even help him reverse his fate in desperate situations. "I just hope that Sweetin's body is still basically intact..." ………… When Lu Mingfei woke up again, he found himself lying on the hospital bed again. The air around him carried the unique smell of disinfectant in the hospital, which made him feel a little dazed. This time, he was alone in the ward and there were no other injured people around him. Of course, the ward was not lonely. Hill and Paul were all there, surrounding Lu Mingfei's bed. When they saw Lu Mingfei open his eyes, they immediately showed ecstatic expressions on their faces, as if they had finally woken up from a long nightmare. "Second Lieutenant! You're finally awake!" Hill and Paul rushed to Lu Mingfei's bedside almost at the same time, their voices filled with irrepressible excitement and excitement. Tears flashed in their eyes, as if they had seen some kind of miraculous recovery. "What's wrong?" Lu Mingfei looked at them, his tone a little confused and tired. His mind was not fully awake yet, and the tension and pressure from the battle still remained in his consciousness, as if he had just struggled out of an endless abyss. "Mr. Lieutenant, you have been in a coma for three days!" Hill's tone was a little anxious, because Lu Mingfei was not only their superior, but also their spiritual pillar. "Three days?" Lu Mingfei muttered to himself, his eyes somewhat empty. His thoughts were still on that fierce battle, as if it had all just happened. In his mind, the image of Sweetin, the blazing flames, and the whistling wind blades intertwined, making it difficult for him to completely free himself from the tension of the battle. "What happened later? Was Hill 304 taken?" Lu Mingfei's voice was filled with a hint of fatigue and anxiety. He was eager to know how the situation on the battlefield changed while he was unconscious. For him, the outcome of the battle is not only about his own life and death, but also about the fate of the soldiers fighting alongside him. "Mr. Lieutenant, the French reinforcements arrived after you fell unconscious." Hill's voice became low, and the excitement on his face was gradually replaced by helplessness and disappointment. "They deployed several machine gun positions. Because the ground was all muddy, our mortars could not be pulled up and we could not destroy their machine gun positions. As a result, our casualties were particularly heavy. The mission to attack Hill 304 was temporarily abandoned." After hearing Hill's story, Lu Mingfei felt a sense of powerlessness rising from the bottom of his heart, as if an invisible hand was strangling his throat. The power of an individual on the battlefield is so small that even if he tries his best, he cannot change the course of the entire battle. Group number is 962970869. There is nothing in it now. "Lu Mingfei's Road to Redemption" may be uploaded in a while, because I plan to modify the content. The previous writing style was indeed a bit immature. There will be another chapter in the evening (End of this chapter)