"For Holy Leth! For the Primarch!"

Lu Mingfei roared loudly, his mood now falling into a state of extreme excitement and fanaticism.

The will of Saint Les has just briefly taken over his spirit in the dream - this has never happened in the stories and legends Lu Mingfei heard. In the most difficult times for the son of Saint Les, it is often...

The great Holy Lennox appeared to rescue them.

There is no doubt that this is absolutely a supreme honor! If the Blood Angels Mother Order knew about this, the Lamenters Chapter, which had been marginalized due to the Cursed Founding and the Badab War, might be able to get their aid.

It's just that these things have to be left for later. Now we have to try to deal with this resurrected alien!

Lu Mingfei ran wildly with his sword, and the Jingyue Sword burned with golden holy flames, the only bright color in this dark and cold world.

The boy let out a roar, flapped his ferocious iron-blue wings and swooped down. He carried sharp ice spikes all over the sky, as if he was leading an army to pounce on that bright color.

The aura emitted by that human when he tried to condense a set of armor from unknown elements actually gave him an emotion called "fear" - even though the other person's aura was now much worse than before, he still didn't dare to be careless.

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The opponent must be wiped out from this world with thunderous means, and then think about how far the despicable humans who stole their power in the past have developed now.

The transparent ice crystals were dyed with a touch of golden light, and each ice thorn that could easily penetrate the human body swallowed up Lu Mingfei like a violent storm. However, Lu Mingfei's speed did not slow down at all. The broad blade of the Jingyue Giant Sword

Acting as the hardest shield, all the ice spikes were smashed into crystal powder.

He charged with his sword, and rushed in front of the alien in one breath. He turned his sword, shattered the last few ice spikes that came towards him, and then stabbed the alien's first heart accurately.

The alien seemed to have been prepared for a close fight. The extremely cold ice covered its palms and blocked the sword edge that could cut his entire chest. At the same time, the silver-white mist appeared almost instantly.

His right hand condensed into a huge blue sword that was completely inconsistent with his body shape, and he slashed straight at Lu Mingfei.

Swords collided with each other, and after the initial collision, they collided hundreds of times at a speed that ordinary people could not see clearly. The strong wind swept the entire Kassel Manor with icy debris.

There was no doubt that a pure sword fight was going on between the two. The two boys were waving giant blue swords that did not fit their bodies and were desperately trying to kill each other. No one could see their movements clearly.

You can see the golden and dark blue brilliance clashing fiercely with a flickering amplitude, like flowing arcs of electricity.

But this sword fight is not that pure. The invisible force field like a blizzard is the dragon's home field. The controlled elements try to condense into a fatal attack from outside the blind spot of Lu Mingfei's perspective, sneaking him to death.

, however, every time Lu Mingfei seemed to have predicted it in advance and avoided it in time.

"Oh my god..."

Lord Mayek, who evacuated outside the manor in time, looked pale at the extraordinary battle between the two humanoid creatures in the manor.

Just when they confidently thought that gunpowder and steel could destroy the shadows brought by those ancient creatures, the battle that broke out in Cassel Manor taught them another lesson.

It’s hard to imagine that a battle between cold weapons could produce such shocking visual effects. In the era before gunpowder weapons were popularized, those dragon slayers fought with the cold swords in their hands and the fearless courage in their hearts.

, is it actually such a terrifying creature?

What's more, the dragon's power that can suppress mixed races to the ground is still permeating the world. Just facing it makes them feel suffocated. The body instincts of mixed races recall those ancient shadows that ruled the world in ancient times.

them.

"It's time to evacuate here, while the Angers student can still buy us time," Lord Mayek took a deep breath, lowered his head and took out a black box from his handbag that he never left behind.

In the hands of Viscount Charlotte, "those 'undead' serving the dragon clan will soon swarm in like flies that smell cheese.".??m

"Mayek, what do you want to do?" Viscount Charlotte grabbed the black box, his hands trembling slightly.

"Spread out and leave. I hope that the dragon and the undead disciples can be lured away by me." Mayek took out a delicate revolver from his arms, cocked the trigger and held it in his hand. "You sit in another room."

A carriage took the 'egg' away, going in the opposite direction to me."

The three gentlemen looked at each other and held hands in a rare gesture. They knew that after this separation, they might not see each other again.

The last three "Iron Cross Roses" of the elite secret party "Society of Cross Roses" will now wither away, but this is nothing.

Compared to those friends who fell earlier, they were considered lucky.

"The university must be opened, and the war against the Dragon Clan cannot be stopped. No matter who survives, our cause must continue." Lord Mayek finally said.

"Ange, I'm sorry that I had the idea that you would be a 'dragon spy'... but now I just want to know where you found such an outstanding student."

Menike stared at the battle in the manor and grasped the Atkan sword that was faintly shaking in his hand.

This is a true dragon-level battle, rather than the petty fights looking for Deadpool in the past. The awakened dragon demonstrated his ability to control elements like magic in mythical stories. Cassel Manor now looks like

An astonishing snowstorm set off, and the two people in the center became the brightest light source, forming two completely different worlds from the dark rainy night outside.

"In Chinese terms, he is a general who is 'once in a thousand years'." Lu Shanyan's eyes stayed on the "brother of the same race" who faced the dragon head-on, and then looked at Ange, "Lu Ming

It’s his real name, right?”
Chapter completed!