Chapter One Hundred and Ninety-two: Activities That Benefit the Body and Mind
When Lu Mingfei and Caesar crawled out of the ground covered in blood and mud, the execution department specialists arrived belatedly and led a group of big and small logistics department employees to shovel Clark's body from the ground.
"It's generally a success," Ander finished a bottle of Coke and handed the bottle to the executive department specialist next to him: "Zihang, what do you think?"
"Barely passed," Chu Zihang pondered for a moment, and then added: "But for this first battle, coupled with the restrictions given by you, master, it is generally not bad."
Lu Mingfei lowered his hands and said feebly: "This...is this completely different from the Deadpool I saw before?"
"All living things will be corroded by dragon blood, it's just faster or slower." Ender explained: "But this is the first time I have seen a hybrid that is about to become a Deadpool being eaten by ordinary people. Today's people
It’s getting really weird.”
On the way back in the car, Caesar was very quiet. Perhaps his own shortcomings stimulated his nerves, causing him to silently recall every detail of the battle and grow through reflection.
But Lu Mingfei has always been in a state of excitement. Killing may be difficult for him to accept, but killing a monster that looks like it ran out of Resident Evil is not difficult.
Ender chatted with him and observed his reaction. It was obvious that Lu Mingfei had learned a lot from the previous battle and was planning to go to the equipment department to apply for a more useful rifle to replace the indestructible rifle in his hand.
Small pistol.
"Uncle De," Lu Mingfei thought for a moment and finally spoke: "What do you think of the target's last sentence?"
"What do you think?" Ender asked.
"He seems to be pursuing immortality or something, but Uncle De, you..." Lu Mingfei looked at the still young Ander.
"I can live two thousand years, but ordinary humans can only live seventy years. How unfair?" Ander sneered: "According to what you said, I still think it's unfair. Why can the dragons in this world live forever?
I will be limited by my life span?
So I am going to kill people, set fires, and try my best to extend my life?
Then I might as well turn myself into a dracolich."
"But this is immortality. How many emperors and generals want this." Lu Mingfei was a little unconvinced.
"This is the idea of short-lived species. Because they are short-lived, they desire immortality. To be honest, immortality is within reach for me. Even with the current technology of hybrids, immortality is very easy." Ender was not angry.
He glanced at Caesar who was in a daze and said, "You might as well ask Caesar how his ancestors managed to live forever."
Caesar raised his head blankly, and his brain recovered from his previous thoughts. He showed a warm smile, and then said: "As far as I know, every generation of Gattuso's patriarch will use a special liquid to replace the blood, and pass it through a
A series of alchemical equipment to keep the body immortal and wake the family up when they need to make decisions."
Lu Mingfei shuddered: "It sounds like a vampire."
"Yes, transforming into an undead creature is probably the easiest way to gain immortality," Ender added: "If you want, I can probably turn you into a mummy or something."
"Forget it...forget it." Lu Mingfei waved his hand: "Uncle De, didn't you say that I'm still young and don't need to consider these issues."
"That's it. Okay, we're almost at the station. You two should get off the bus first." Ender looked at the Kassel school gate near Chichi and said to the two people in the back row: "I'm going to do something with Zihang.
Activities that are good for the mind and body.”
Lu Mingfei and Caesar watched Chu Zihang carrying Ander farther and farther with suspicion. Lu Mingfei asked Caesar: "Boss, what exactly are activities that are beneficial to the body and mind?"
"My nominal father would often use this kind of word," Caesar shrugged: "Then he would bring a woman to the house every time, and of course sometimes it would be a man."
"Ah, Uncle De would actually do that kind of thing?"
"Obviously not, but obviously the nature of what they want to do is the same," Caesar clenched the warhammer in his hand: "If you don't take us with you, you probably think we are in the way."
On the other side, Chu Zihang drove back to the north of Chicago again. The car stopped in front of a manor in the suburbs of North City. Ender got out of the car and took out a two-handed warhammer like a magic trick, or pressed
In Ender's own words, it was a specially made staff.
Facing the organization that dared to enter the college to assassinate Angers, the Executive Department came up with an extremely radical revenge plan. The first step was to pull out the nails they left in Chicago, those gangsters who sold narcotics.
The Enforcement Department had done something like this before a few years ago, but there were always desperate people growing up like weeds, and Ender didn't mind being a weeder.
Nodding to Chu Zihang, Ander stood in front of the cold door of the villa holding a war hammer. The magical aura was refreshing on Ander's body like he was dying. When the light dissipated, a giant more than three meters tall stood in front of the door.
The skin takes on a rocky texture.
The next moment, the muscles in Ander's arm squirted, and with a low voice, he hit the carved door with a hammer. With the teeth-sharp creaking sound of steel, the door flew out along the main road of the manor.
Far away.
What would a warlock do if he wanted to let off some steam and someone happened to rub him the wrong way?
Those who like the evocation system may summon fire and frost to give the opponent a powerful combination of ice and fire.
And those with darker hearts will charm the other person, and then watch the other person do things they like involuntarily.
But for Ender, he prefers to add a bunch of BUFFs to himself, and then use his own hands to hammer the enemy into a pulp while looking at the fearful eyes of the enemy.
Corea, a gangster in the Chicago area, was awakened by a burst of gunfire. Through the window, he desperately watched a giant holding a warhammer walk into his manor, and the weapons of the bodyguards were like weapons to him.
Scratching an itch is generally ineffective.
The giant just let them use up all their ammunition, then walked up to them unhurriedly and easily crushed the opponent's head.
Kolya's intuition honed from the streets when he was young immediately issued a warning. He got out of bed with his fat and stubby legs, put on his pants at a speed that was not suitable for his age, and quickly walked into his manor.
run to the shelter.
"As long as I can reach that place, that place, I will..." he said to himself, and the moment he opened the shelter, he was desperate.
The giant stood in his large shelter filled with weapons, holding his treasured dagger in his hand, staring at him with yellow vertical pupils, and a sarcastic smile on his lips.
Kolya knew that he would die, so he knelt down and begged: "Please give me some time to send my family out of the country. If I die, they will be torn to pieces by my enemies."
Ender held the opponent's head indifferently: "Don't worry, your enemy will come down to accompany you soon."