Dragon Clan: I am Lu Mingfei, the Intelligence Strategist, the God of Concepts!

Chapter 68 Little Devil: I'm Running Back and Forth Too

The clear, mirror-like Murasame had turned black, and the black blade light greatly extended the length of the blade.

It transformed into a long sword with a twisted blade and a bizarre shape, measuring a full three meters in length.

The next moment, raging black flames erupted from the blade.

This is an alchemical sword crafted with meticulous care by the fourteenth generation Flamel mentor.

Originally, they were a pair of Japanese sword-style weapons.

One sword is called Murasame, with the inscription "Morning Mist and Evening Rain, Annihilation of the Heavenly Demon"; the other is called Muramasa, with the inscription "Heaven and Earth are Unmerciful, Evil Will Be Slain".

The alchemical matrices inscribed on them are the legacy of the Flamel lineage, complex and powerful, and can be activated by the dragon blood of a specific person to produce targeted amplification.

Simply put, it increases the defense of assassins and the attack of tanks.

However, if they are in the hands of others, those alchemical matrices can at most only perform a cleaning effect such as gathering 'water elements'.

This was the first time Chu Zihang had ever seen Murasame in its complete form!
……

"I really threw up!"

Deep within the vast rain curtain,

A boy in a suit saw this and couldn't help but cover his face and wail.

"This is outrageous! My brother was finally in danger, and it was my chance to shine, but that scoundrel Norton had to interfere! This show-off completely ruined everything!"

Lu Mingze could naturally see it.

Murasame's sudden activation is inextricably linked to this former Dragon Clan's foremost alchemy master!

Because Murasame had been dormant for so long, this time when it was activated in its complete form, it could unleash even greater power than normal, and it no longer needed to draw on the holder's life force!
"That slash could probably cut the entire overpass in half... Oh well! We'll just have to wait! There'll be another chance!"

After venting his anger, Lu Mingze clenched his fist, looking expectant and encouraging himself.

"Chu Zihang can only land one strike! Even if he kills that imposter, they still can't handle these heroic spirits!"

"Go for it, Lu Mingze! You'll win today!"

……

Side view of a Rolls-Royce Phantom.

The sudden change in the village rain naturally did not escape everyone's notice.

"Holy crap! Old Tang is awesome!"

Lu Mingfei couldn't help but cheer.

He had seen Chu Zihang being knocked away twice before, and his heart clenched.

As it turned out, he popped champagne at halftime once again.

Although the Odin stuck on the overpass is essentially a Deadpool, in the world of dragons, Deadpools are never weak, just as dragon subspecies are not necessarily inferior to pure-blooded dragons.

He doesn't understand this principle at all!
Not only is Chu Zihang's battle situation precarious, but this battlefield, where the Rolls-Royce's long body serves as a stronghold for the assault, is also extremely difficult.

...As expected, without a mentor, Deadpool is still too terrifying.

All Su Jiannan could get his hands on were small-caliber firearms, which were completely ineffective against these Deadpools. After fighting for a long time, he didn't gain any experience points, and they just dusted themselves off and got back up.

There's nothing we can do; that's just how the market works.

Cold weapons, on the other hand, were also unable to achieve significant results.

These Dead Servants, who could already be called 'Heroic Spirits,' had scales as hard as fine steel. Even when slashed with all their might, the sharpened blades could only leave a white mark on them.
In the end, heavy weapons like hammers were more suitable... at least after hitting them, these Deadpools would lie on the ground groaning for a while longer.

Neither Chen Moxuan nor Chen Moming are combat-type Word Spirits, and Nuonuo has no Word Spirits.

Of the four, Lu Mingfei is currently the strongest in combat... at least he can still inflict some conceptual damage.

It's easy to imagine how difficult that must have been.

Fortunately, it happened at the crucial moment.

Old Tang fell down... Yes, he fell down.

He and a young man who looked remarkably like an artist fell straight down from the sky, landing not far behind the car. At that moment, Lu Mingfei activated his [Deep Intelligence Extraction Permission] for the last time.

From a deluge of information, they selected the only piece of intelligence that could potentially change the course of the battle—

[Muramasa is an alchemical sword forged by Leonard Flamel, containing a powerful alchemical matrix. Activation conditions are as follows ****]

Yes.

It was no coincidence that Old Tang picked up Murasame; rather, it was Lu Mingfei who asked him to pick it up, prompting this powerful being, who was essentially the 'King of Bronze and Fire,' to actively approach the 'Divine Sword,' which seemed to discriminate based on who it was used against.

Forcefully activate the alchemical matrix within!

……

'boom--'

This is the most crucial battlefield.

Chu Zihang slowly stood up from the ground, gripping the terrifyingly long giant sword in his hand.

The blood surge was interrupted three times, and the will of humanity returned to his body, along with the power that had flowed within the blade for many years.

The golden pupils in his eyes, which had been dissipating, were gradually closing, turning into flames of hatred. Fate had ultimately been kind to him, preparing a grand ending for his lonely and long journey.

He gripped his father's sword, the complete form of the divine sword, burning with fury that spewed from the depths of his soul.

Just like that man before, he roared and brandished his long sword, slashing at the back of the eight-legged steed.

Odin reacted for the first time.

His shoulders seemed to shrug slightly, emitting a mocking laugh.

Gungnir strikes again, sending countless golden meteors hurtling toward the leaping boy.

next moment.

Countless meteors were swallowed and enveloped by black flames, emitting beautiful melodies as if being digested.

The flames on the blade intensified! The black blade was now over five meters long!
It instantly swept over Odin's head.

Murasame... no, it should be called the Dark Demon Blade of Slaughter right now!

It struck the dark gold armor in an instant!
An extremely harsh friction sound, and intense sparks flying.

He suffered immense pain in his head.
Odin let out a beast-like roar, revealing his true nature as a Deadpool.

He swung Gungnir once more, seemingly charging countless times in an instant, each strike carrying a dark golden glint, like a shooting star falling upon Chu Zihang.

There is no way to avoid it!

But they didn't shy away from it at all!

Those shooting stars, like fireflies, circled behind him, and blood-red flowers bloomed on his back.

The intense pain overwhelmed the adrenaline, almost making his eyes bloodshot!

This scene... how similar it is!
"God! Come! It's time for us to settle our score!"

He glared like a fierce Vajra and roared like a lion.

Completely ignoring his own injuries.

The Murasame sword in his hand unleashed unprecedented power, completely slicing through the hard armor.

With a roar, the giant sword, carrying black flames, appeared.

It pierced through the iron mask, through the scale-covered skin, through the rock-hard muscles, and through the pale, heavy bones…

They chopped him and his horse in two!
Boom——

Blood rained down like ink.