Immortal?

In Lu Mingfei's understanding, there is no enemy in the universe that cannot be killed.

Even the seemingly endless green-skinned orcs and zerg aliens are not immortal. They just need to swing the chainsword a few more times and fire a few more explosive bombs.

The same is true for the so-called heretic in front of him - but this is the first time he has killed a resurrected heretic.

"You are more aggressive than I thought."

The king general said in a deep voice.

He took out a pair of simple clappers from under the black feather fabric.

This is a percussion instrument, also known as bangban, which is composed of two solid hardwood sticks of different lengths and thicknesses.

The pair of clappers in General Wang's hand were red and black in color, with a faint shimmer reflected on the surface, and several tiny cracks could be seen to show the traces left by the years.

The changes in the situation exceeded his budget, and the drama had come to an end early for him.

Lu Mingfei's expression was slightly gloomy. He didn't have a good impression of this kind of thing, as if it was an innate defect in his body.

He suddenly quickened his pace and launched a charge, rushing towards the evil heretic like a hunting lion. The roaring chain sword in his hand was his sharp fangs!

Just when Lu Mingfei was about to kill him in front of Wang Jiang, Wang Jiang grabbed the wooden stick and knocked it lightly.

The crisp sound of the wooden bang could not overpower the roar of the chain sword, but in Lu Mingfei's ears it was suddenly amplified countless times, striking straight into the soul!

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Lu Mingfei's body suddenly froze, and his whole body seemed to be frozen.

Severe pain!

That is the severe pain that comes from the depths of the brain and triggers the body and soul!

The last time he was at Sacred Heart Maria Hospital, the banging sound from the loudspeaker had already caused him intense discomfort.

After returning to the academy, he bought a clapper specifically for this purpose and asked Chu Zihang to tap it to detect defects in the body, but nothing happened.

But in the hands of this evil ghost, the clapper seemed to be possessed by evil magic. Every time it was struck, it was like countless big bells ringing in his ears at the same time;

It was as if a dull knife was constantly coming down from the middle of his head, trying to split his soul in half.

Broken images kept flashing before my eyes:

White cavalry regiments line the white land...

The pale devil was nailed to a bronze pillar...

He was trapped in a cocoon, with ghosts whispering around him...

Lu Mingfei could not distinguish between physical pain and mental pain. He had experienced enough of the latter in that cold universe——

"That woman didn't lie to me! You really are the one who escaped from there!"

"I didn't expect anyone besides me could escape from there! Haha!"

The king's hoarse voice showed no concealment of excitement, and anyone could hear his excitement and joy;

The banging sound never stopped, he scratched his ears and danced around like a clown on the stage, making a sharp and weird laugh;

It is also like the shaman in an ancient evil tribe who dances around a strange totem. The strange skull instrument in his hand emits a simple and empty monotonous tone, which makes people feel chills in the back.

Just as the king was dancing to his heart's content, a hand suddenly pressed his shoulder.

General Wang was stunned for a moment, only to see Lu Mingfei's angry and fierce face - the other party didn't know when he recovered from the sound of bangs.

There was no time for him to think about the reason.

In the trembling and violent roar, the world in front of the king was dyed with a layer of scarlet and was divided into two halves.

"Don't try to control my soul, heretic!!!"

After chopping open the head of this evil heretic for the second time, Lu Mingfei cursed at his corpse and gnashed his teeth.

When he was still an Astartes of the Lamenters Chapter, when he refused to succumb to blood thirst and black rage, he experienced mental pain thousands or even ten thousand times worse than the so-called withdrawal reaction.

Although I don't know why I feel so uncomfortable with this damn Bangzi, it would be a big mistake to try to make him surrender.

"Squeak——"

At the far end of the corridor, the door to the VIP room opened.

The figure of the minister stepped out again, with the same pale mask, the same bloody red lips, the same... disgusting appearance.

But his figure seemed much taller, his arm muscles were rough and ferocious, and the black feather fabric could not cover his strong body.

"……Who are you?"

He asked in a deep voice, and from the hoarse and vicissitudes of his tone, it was clear that he was still the damn heretic minister, but his voice contained a hint of terrifying menace.

He no longer had the attitude of being confident of victory, and the greed in his eyes that wanted to control everything disappeared.

The changes in Lu Mingfei were beyond his control - at this honorable Hongmen Banquet, the other party had already overturned the table with one hand.

"The Emperor's Angel of Death, Judge of all enemies of Mankind!"

"Be cleansed by the Emperor's wrath, heretic!"

Lu Mingfei tightened his grip on the chain sword and charged towards the king general.

The king lowered his body and whispered in his throat.

He jumped suddenly, and the black feathers behind him spread like crow wings in the wind. Two shining Japanese long swords slipped out from his sleeves and faced Lu Mingfei like evil ghosts!

The ground he was standing on has collapsed, and the cracks are spreading like spider webs.

The evil wind is blowing, and the king is approaching at an extremely fast speed. From the empty shell that pretended to be pretentious at the beginning, to the scratching clown, and now the evil ghost with real power.

The harsh sound of the handover of Jin Ge sounded, and Lu Mingfei and Wang Jiang had a fierce confrontation!

Foreboding!

Perfect Timing!

The king's speed increased to an astonishing speed - including the speed of swinging his sword!

Under Lu Mingfei's dual precognitive psychic state, he was actually able to fight with Lu Mingfei's chain sword with the vicious double knives in his hands.

It seemed that because his head had been split in half twice before, the king began to focus on defending his head. The blade continuously blocked Lu Mingfei's tricky and vicious fatal blows. The high-speed rotating chain blade struck the blade and sparked bright sparks.

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Lu Mingfei's eyes were as sharp as a sword, and he decisively gave up attacking the king's head. The chain sword roared and stabbed the king's unprotected chest.

The black feather fabric on the king's body was twisted into pieces the moment it touched the chain blade, and sparks flew across his body.

The armor formed by the tight blue-black scales could not let the chain sword stab the king to death immediately like the first time.

Lu Mingfei immediately stepped back and distanced himself. The perfect timing had already foreshadowed the king's next attack, and the swift and fierce double swords would strike down in a criss-cross motion.

"It seems you are an alien now."

Lu Mingfei said coldly, his golden eyes staring at the blue-black scales exposed by the broken black feather fabric.

The chain sword strike just now left only a light white scratch on it.

"If you are really Lu Mingfei... No, you should be Lu Mingfei, but your body has undergone some changes that I can't imagine."

"So there is no need to define me as 'inhuman'. You and I are the same thing...maybe even scarier than me."

The king grinned, and his blackened teeth were revealed behind the vermilion lips on the prince's mask.

He tore off the black feather fabric on his body, revealing layers of dense blue-black scales covering his strong and ferocious muscles.

He held the two Japanese long knives tightly with both hands and assumed the "pressing knife posture" in the "two-day first-class" swordsmanship posture. There was even an explosion sound of bone friction coming from his body.

The scaly armor constantly opens and closes with the king's breathing, emitting hot white gas, which is sweat evaporated quickly by the high temperature. Now the king is like a burning power furnace, the metabolism in the body is going on at a high speed, accumulating energy for him.

The power of terror.

An evil spirit with real power.

"The alien bloodline is just my tool, it can never pollute the human heart that controls me;"

"You are just a degenerate heretic who pursues alien power. Don't compare me to you, scum."

Lu Mingfei said coldly.

In the dark, someone seemed to be laughing softly and applauding him.

He took a deep breath, put the chain sword back on his waist, and pulled out the Jingyue sword behind him.

The red velvet silk fell, revealing the silver and slender blade of the Jingyue Great Sword.

The heretic in front of us is worth killing and purifying with this alchemical weapon.

At this moment, deafening gunshots rang out from behind Lu Mingfei.

The men in black under the king's general no longer knelt down to worship the first corpse killed by Lu Mingfei. They had blocked the entrance to the VIP passage, their heavy tactical pistols spurting out bright tongues of flame, and the large-caliber Magnum

Bullets flew out.

This has never been a one-on-one fight, and the king is not the kind of warrior who pays attention to the way of the warrior.
To be continued...