Family heirloom, then turned into a demon girl

Chapter 243 Mission: 02-3 Confrontation
The call was interrupted. A bright flash of a knife tore through the heavy metal. In the rising dust, Lu Mingfei and Nero saw each other again.

Compared to the series of strange things Lu Mingfei had encountered today, someone chopping open the elevator door with a knife was relatively normal. So Nero was obviously relieved when he saw Lu Mingfei, but then his expression changed again.

That was because the sticky smell of blood also rushed into the elevator with the strong wind brought by the knife. Lu Mingfei trembled and looked to the side, and what he saw made him gasp.

Nero understood his feelings perfectly. Any normal person would have the same expression upon seeing someone paint a landscape painting on the ground with blood so thick it was almost pitch black. Graceful arcs formed the distant mountains and long rivers, but the strong smell of blood and the scattered remains of broken bodies made the landscape appear grim and murderous.

Nero, standing in this blood-stained scroll, was spotless, and the long sword in his hand was also spotless. She tilted her head slightly and asked Lu Mingfei, who was slumped on the ground, "Can you stand up by yourself?"

"Probably."

Lu Mingfei slowly climbed to his feet, but his whole body was shaking wildly, unable to take a single step. He looked at the corpses in tattered clothes and asked in a trembling voice, "You, you killed someone?"

"That's not a human being."

Nero answered briefly. She turned and walked out, giving Lu Mingfei a look that said, "Follow me," and warned him, "Be careful not to touch the blood. You don't want to know the consequences."

"Not a human? But..."

Lu Mingfei looked at the corpses again, trying to find some characteristics that were different from humans. Unexpectedly, he really found one: several of the corpses had fine and dense scales, like fish scales.

"These..." He swallowed, and with trembling legs, he walked out of the elevator with difficulty. He found the right words: "Did you release the monsters?"

"Of course not, what are you thinking about?" Nero looked back at him as if he were a fool.

"But didn't you threaten me just now..." Lu Mingfei asked back somewhat unconfidently.

"Really?" Nero blinked. "I don't think I ever said I'd leave you in there to die if you refused."

Indeed, Nero was just using this high-pressure situation to force Lu Mingfei to make his own choice. If he had been more decisive in giving up on Chen Wenwen at the beginning, many things that happened later would not have happened.

This guy is really loyal to the girls he likes. This is a good thing, but the bad thing is that he always falls for someone who has absolutely no chance of being with him.

Hearing Nero's answer, Lu Mingfei widened his eyes: "Ah? No, so you..."

"Even if you refuse, I will rescue you." Nero said calmly, "But if you are so determined that you think your feelings are more important, then you are not suitable to join Cassel."

As she spoke, she glanced at her phone and said, "I have contacted the staff of the college, and they are on their way here."

The good thing about having a school director as your background is that if you do something slightly out of line, there will be someone to take the blame.

Lu Mingfei, who was following behind her, had a bitter face, not knowing whether to laugh or cry: "Thank goodness I put in so much mental preparation..."

"It's not a waste. Once you choose this path, there's no turning back."

Nero didn't even turn around. "So I'm going to run into this..."

"It's just bad luck. But it also has something to do with your bloodline."

"What bloodline? I see fish scales on those people. Could they be the merfolk of Atlantis? But I can't seem to swim..."

He followed Nero closely, crossing half the garage with his head hunched like a thief. "Where are we going?"

"Where else can we go? Of course..."

Nero's words were suddenly interrupted by the distant and solemn sound of chanting. The voice recited ancient scriptures in a language unknown to mankind. The interweaving of heavy nasal tones and sticky retroflex sounds sounded particularly solemn and eerie.

"Isn't it really not over yet?"

Nero raised her knife and looked around cautiously. This wasn't Nibelungen, and she didn't think they could send out more deadpools. So if they were to fight again, she would have to do it herself.

Lu Mingfei froze in place, unable to move. He didn't dare run, and there was no place to hide. After thinking for a moment, he finally chose to slowly squat down, put his hands on his head, and closed his eyes tightly.

Nero frowned, walked over and gave him a light kick. Round-toed leather shoes weren't as effective as high heels at this point, so Lu Mingfei didn't feel any pain. He looked up and saw Nero looking around as he said with a cold face, "Don't be such a loser. There's only one person across the way, so you go ahead."

"oh oh."

This translates to "I'll cover the rear," a phrase that gives people a sense of security during a retreat. Lu Mingfei steeled himself and was about to take a step, but then turned back with a mournful look at Nero, who was much shorter than him: "Where are you going?"

"Out of the garage."

There was no time to deal with this clueless guy. As soon as Nero finished speaking, she saw a shadow hidden in the darkness rushing towards her. Without time to remind her, she pushed Lu Mingfei behind her, and the long sword in her hand collided with the dark heavy blade, making a heavy roar.

The attacker was about the same height as her, holding a heavy sword made of black metal fragments. Nero instantly recognized the attacker's identity from it - as expected, it was Xia Mi.

Or perhaps her real name should be used at this time: Jörmungandr, King of Earth and Mountains.

Suddenly, the heavy sword shattered into a storm of fragments. Nero pulled Lu Mingfei by the collar and threw him behind him, while he and Jörmungandr stared at each other from a distance.

The storm of metal fragments transformed into an invisible realm, a realm of flashing lightning and roaring air. The cars parked in the parking lot were easily torn apart by this realm, turning into red-hot metal fragments and becoming part of the storm.

In the center of the storm, Jörmungandr, her face obscured, wrapped in a pitch-black bodysuit, gently waved. Flying metal shards gathered in her hands, gradually forming a pitch-black scythe.

This scene was enough to completely shatter the worldview Lu Mingfei had built up over the past eighteen years, but as he lay on the ground, his heart felt numb and he felt nothing. In front of him, the blonde, blue-eyed girl swung her sword in the air, muttering a word in an unidentifiable language.

A moment later, blood flowers bloomed on the black-clothed man's body.

(End of this chapter)