Lu Mingfei doesn't want to be a superhero

Seeing that Senior Brother Chu seemed to be holding on, and that his own cold energy was incompatible with Jun Yan, Lu Mingfei simply dipped the tip of his knight's sword into the tide on the shore. The cold energy condensed into threads and spread towards the dragons underwater.

The dragon let out a low growl. Old Tang, standing beside Chu Zihang, saw the alchemical field surrounding the island suddenly brighten, and the power of the alchemical field was amplified on the dragon.

The water surged, and the place where it clashed with Junyan emitted a deafening roar no less than thunder in the sky, gradually crashing down on Lao Tang and Chu Zihang.

"Brother Chu! Can't you make your fire any bigger?!" Old Tang exclaimed in alarm.

Almost at the same moment Old Tang shouted, the Junyan surged with an almost violent force, the blazing flames expanding to almost half the size of the island, displaying a graceful, dragon-like form. Instantly, it pushed back the water flow and crashed into the dragons, who howled in agony amidst the flames.

"Holy crap! Brother Chu is awesome!" Old Tang exclaimed.

But the next second, he saw Chu Zihang kneeling on the ground, leaning on his knife, panting heavily.

As the flames dissipated, the dragon emerged from them. Although the attack was powerful, it was short-lived and had already begun to weaken before it even hit the dragon. It also managed to protect itself with the surrounding seawater, so it was not actually seriously injured.

"Damn, bro, that's all you can do?" Old Tang was dumbfounded.

"That's enough!" Lu Mingfei shouted softly from the side. The tip of his sword was still immersed in the sea. He dragged his sword and ran towards the dragons, with floating ice platforms forming beneath his feet.

Old Tang was even more dumbfounded, thinking to himself, "Is Brother Fei going to fight this dragon hand-to-hand?" But in the blink of an eye, he saw Lu Mingfei run a few steps and then suddenly stop. Even though he was standing on the sea, he was still charging forward, as if he had stepped on some kind of object that was moving at high speed.

Lu Mingfei rose from the sea, with a dragon-like ice shelf rising beneath his feet, as if he were standing on the head of an ice dragon, with the tip of his sword touching the dragon's brow.

The inspector general, Shi Lun, who had just been burned on the dragon's back, looked up. The dragon-like ice shelf was now taller than Carlodis. Lu Mingfei, on top of the ice dragon's head, looked down at him, his clothes and hair fluttering in the storm.

"Run! You stupid dragon!" Shilun shouted.

The dragon roared, its thoughts reaching Shi Lun—it wasn't that it didn't want to leave, but that it was locked in place by something solid and cold in the sea.

Lu Mingfei raised his hand and swung his sword. Four ice dragons, slightly thinner than the ones beneath him, emerged from the water and bit the dragons' limbs, freezing them solid in the ice.

The ice dragon beneath his feet had a sharp, spear-like head. The dragon first rose upwards, like a soaring arrow, and then suddenly stopped at its highest point, causing Lu Mingfei to be slightly thrown into the air.

The dragon roared and chanted incantations, and a domain of intense heat spread from its body, aiming to melt the ice that had imprisoned it.

The dragon's head fell from the height like a javelin, carrying the kinetic energy converted from gravity, piercing the heart of the dragon below and severing the incantation that was about to be released.

The sight of the dragon with its limbs bound and its body pierced, hanging on the sea surface, suddenly brought back a distant memory for it—in the distant dragon age, which it could hardly remember, some criminal dragons were bound to racks in this way, their limbs cast into bronze pillars, and chains piercing their hearts and spines. How similar the scene was to the present.

The tiny figure in the sky, however, had golden eyes that shone as brightly as the sun, subconsciously reminding it of the supreme judges of the dragon race.

Regardless of the generation, dragons possess extremely strong vitality. Even after their hearts are pierced and frozen, dragons still have the ability to struggle, but the fear that surges from their instincts overwhelms their minds. It is the awe engraved in the deepest part of their genes!

The dragon's head fell, but its body continued to rise high in the sky. Lu Mingfei landed on the arched dragon's body and, following the ice dragon's spine, walked down step by step with his sword, approaching the dragon at the bottom that had been pierced by the dragon's head.

Old Tang swallowed hard on the island. He wasn't religious, but the old hunter who had taken him in always had the Bible on his lips, and he had memorized a few lines.

Then I saw an angel descending from heaven, holding in his hand the key to the bottomless pit and a great chain.

"He seized the dragon, the ancient serpent, also called the devil or Satan, and bound it for a thousand years."

This is a chapter in Revelation that tells of the angels locking Satan in the bottomless pit. Old Tang felt as if the absurd myths in the Bible were unfolding into a real picture before his eyes.

Lu Mingfei descended step by step, staring at Inspector General Shi Lun and the dragons.

A slender ice spike branched out from the dragon beast and hung Shi Lun on it, his whole body covered in frost. He watched in a daze as Lu Mingfei approached.

"You...you can't kill me...I am..." Shi Lun's words were cut short as he was completely turned into an ice sculpture before Lu Mingfei could even reach him.

Lu Mingfei walked past Shi Lun and casually tapped the ice sculpture with the hilt of his sword, shattering it into pieces on the ground.

Without even glancing at the shards scattered on the ground, Lu Mingfei's fiery golden eyes flashed with a hint of blue as he walked up to the dragon.

The dragon's body was almost completely covered in frost, with countless tiny ice crystals flowing along its blood vessels, severing its nerves and preventing it from even releasing its incantations.

Lu Mingfei raised his sword. For some reason, he felt indifferent when killing people, but now that he was about to personally end the life of a dragon, he felt inexplicably happy.

Could it be that deep down I'm actually a noble fighter for the survival of human civilization? I don't think I'm that enlightened, do I? Lu Mingfei thought to himself.

While muttering to himself, he thrust his sword out. He was still several meters away from the dragon, and the tip of the sword could not reach it, but countless dazzling ice threads were flung out by the thrust, drilling into the dragon's golden eyes, reaching its brain, and then blooming into countless ice flowers in the dragon's skull.

The dragon's golden eyes were completely extinguished.

Lu Mingfei let out a long sigh of relief, feeling that the cold energy in his body had been completely exhausted.

The cold energy received the same treatment as the Word of Power in its own world, and was far less powerful than it was in Tony's world.

Actually, he wasn't just pretending to be cool as he slowly walked down; he was continuously mobilizing a massive amount of cold energy, which put enormous pressure on his body and mind. Otherwise, he would have come down and killed the dragon long ago.

Standing atop the towering ice shelf, Lu Mingfei looked down at Old Tang, who was supporting Chu Zihang on the island shore below and shouting "Brother Fei is awesome!" and fell into deep thought.

He's currently depleted of his cold energy and can't create ice until he recovers, so he...

After a dashing dragon-slaying, are we supposed to awkwardly jump into the sea and swim back?

P.S.: The next chapter is expected to be released before 9 PM, sob sob~

Chapter 96 Returning Home, New Home, and Another Time Travel

The entire town of Viana was shrouded in rain. It was a town with a strong religious atmosphere, and the palaces and churches decorated with coats of arms seemed to melt into the rain.

The Grand Master of the Solomon Temple walked in the rain, wearing a heavy embroidered cloak over a suit of silver-iron alchemical knight armor. Behind him, a squire knight over 1.9 meters tall held an umbrella for him, having to raise his arm high because he was still too short compared to the imposing Grand Master.

Another attendant followed behind the chief, carrying a lance and a Bible.

The Grand Master's deep green eyes were fixed on a distant artificial island, where he could sense the disturbances of the elements and the fluctuations of the alchemical realm.

After receiving a report from Inspector General Shi Lun, he personally came to quell the chaos here.

He didn't bother to find out exactly what happened there. He was the Grand Master of the Solomon Temple Order, the holder of the legacy left behind by the Knights Templar hundreds of years ago.

He comes carrying the seven-seal scroll from the Book of Revelation, and wherever he goes, there are lambs.

As they rounded a corner, the two servants behind the Grand Master suddenly fell forward to the ground, splashing water everywhere—the man, the umbrella, the lance, and the Bible—and mud splashed onto the Grand Master's exquisite embroidered cloak.

The commander stopped abruptly, turned around, and saw a stone pavilion not far away, its pillars covered with ivy, which was faintly visible in the rain.

Inside the stone pavilion sat a bottle of champagne and two stemmed glasses, one already filled with wine, the other...

An elderly man, dressed in a suit and tie, who looked nothing like an old man except for his silver hair and wrinkles, was pouring wine into an empty glass, with a vibrant rose tucked into his breast pocket.

The scene before me resembled a landscape painting, with champagne and roses being the only vibrant colors in the painting.

But the commander had no interest in appreciating the painting. He stared intently at the old man in the pavilion, and subconsciously reached for the sword at his waist, only to find nothing.

Only then did he notice his sword, which was resting quietly on the empty chair opposite the old man in the stone pavilion.

“Angers…” the Grand Master murmured the legendary name that had shaken Europe for decades, his blond hair soaked by the rain and plastered messily to his forehead.

“Old friend,” Angers smiled at the Grand Master, like a refined and easy-going old gentleman, “come and have a drink.”

……

Lu Mingfei ultimately decided to swim back; after all, standing in the storm with the sea breeze wasn't a good idea.

Fortunately, Lao Tang did not laugh at him for this, because after he returned, the three of them had to face a more realistic problem—how were they going to get back?

The old captain who brought them here has already made a spectacular death, and the ship has also been destroyed along with him. They can't expect Lu Mingfei, whose blue bar has run dry, to be able to carry them across the frozen sea.

Are they going to swim back?

Fortunately, after searching around, although Lu Mingfei and Senior Brother Chu's phones were damaged and stopped working in the combat zone, Old Tang's phone was intact because he had been slacking off. He could call the old clan leader and the others for help and ask them to send a yacht to pick them up.

The original intention of bringing Old Tang here was to hope that he could crack or disrupt the alchemical field here, but unexpectedly, although he did nothing for the whole time, he played an unexpected role at the last moment. In a way, it can be said that fate played a trick on him.

after one day.

A small yacht with a capacity of four people is moored on the artificial embankment.

Lu Mingfei, Chu Zihang, and Lao Tang disembarked, and a case of Captain Morgan dark rum was placed on the fourth seat.

The dragon's corpse sank to the bottom of the sea. Given its density, it shouldn't be carried away by the ocean currents. It's just waiting for the Secret Service to come and deal with it in their workboat. The ocean currents carried away the ice shelf that Lu Mingfei froze during yesterday's battle. It should completely melt away and disappear without a trace in a few days.

Lu Mingfei carried the wine down, and the three of them silently walked into the temple.

The temple was deserted, with moss climbing all over the pillars. The statue of Our Lady of Angonia had been pushed to the ground by a dragon, its face filled with sorrow.

Lu Mingfei put down the wine, and Lao Tang took out bottle after bottle and opened them.

Chu Zihang found a square stone slab and carved words on it with his sword. He didn't understand Portuguese, so he carved the words in English.

Here lies a captain, the undisputed Pirate King.

"If anyone saw this monument, they would probably think it was a One Piece fan doing performance art," Lu Mingfei quipped.

“I’ve checked. This temple is in a remote location, and there are many reefs nearby. People usually don’t come here. They just pray from afar,” Chu Zihang said. “The Solomon Temple probably chose this location on purpose to prevent ordinary people from coming to worship and affecting the Alchemy Array.”

“That’s perfect.” Lu Mingfei nodded.

"Where should we put the monument?" Chu Zihang asked.

"Anywhere I can see the sea will do," Lu Mingfei said after thinking for a moment.

Lu Mingfei carried the monument, while Chu Zihang took a shovel from the yacht and dug a pit outside the temple facing the sea to erect the monument.

After finishing his drink, Old Tang walked over with the alchemical pirate scimitar, looking pained, and said, "This is the old captain's only keepsake. Let's bury him and build him a cenotaph."

Lu Mingfei said that if the old captain knew that you had buried the precious sword that his ancestor used to kill the servants, he would come to you in your dreams at night to talk about it.

He then pulled out a few crumpled euro banknotes that smelled of the sea and buried them in the ground.

A few days ago, while sea fishing, the old captain, after drinking, confessed to Lu Mingfei that he had deliberately brought them to waters where there were no big fish. After Lu Mingfei argued his case and even had a friendly and kind conversation, the old captain refunded him some money.

Because Xiaotiannv's family paid, Lu Mingfei had nowhere to spend his money, so these few euros have remained until today.

After burying the belongings, Lu Mingfei and his two companions took the rum they had brought and toasted the old captain in turn.

Immediately, Lao Tang and his senior brother went to the ship to collect the offerings—although they didn't know if the Portuguese were into this, the old captain, being such a magnanimous and generous person, certainly wouldn't care too much about formalities.

Lu Mingfei stayed here to repair the monument again.

When Chu Zihang returned with bags and packages, the monument had been carefully tidied up, and weeds and pebbles had been cleared from the surrounding area. Lu Mingfei was sitting on a large, protruding rock not far away, holding a half-empty bottle of rum, his dark eyes reflecting a seagull skimming across the water.

Chu Zihang put down his things and walked over to Lu Mingfei, carrying the wine as well.

“Senior brother, I was just thinking, the academy’s information says that hybrids are far superior to ordinary people in terms of intelligence, appearance, physical fitness, and even disease resistance and lifespan. Hybrids are the absolute elite among humans,” Lu Mingfei said, gazing at the distant coastline. “But are hybrids necessarily superior to ordinary people?”

“Look, both of them had illustrious ancestors. Elena could be considered a noblewoman even in modern times, but she was obsessed with the glory and power of her bloodline, and in the end, she turned herself into a monster. Even her death was her own fault,” Lu Mingfei toasted in the direction where the old captain sank, pouring the wine into the waves, the dark wine mingling with the snow-white waves. “In terms of bloodline and status, the old captain was already an ordinary person. Even the glory of his ancestors sounded like a biographical story, but he was the undisputed Pirate King.”

“Elena has made a mistake. She thinks bloodline is everything, but if that’s the case, the world should still be dominated by dragons,” Chu Zihang opened his wine and raised his glass towards the old captain. “Hybrids are never superior to ordinary people. What deserves respect is never glorious ancestors or noble bloodlines, but those who work hard and are courageous and upright. And these have nothing to do with bloodline.”

"Respect to the old captain!" Lu Mingfei stood up, took a big gulp, and poured the rest of the wine into the waves.

"Respect the old captain!" Chu Zihang echoed.