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Chapter 462: Restart

When he saw the man for the first time, Lu Mingfei swore that this was the most terrifying human body he had ever seen. Tattoos, scars, scales and various metal punctures were combined in a chaotic manner on this man's body.

Creating a strange scene comparable to an abstract painting, Lu Mingfei felt his throat surging and almost wanted to vomit after just one glance at the man's skin.

Almost without hesitation, he grabbed the head of Parker next to him, forced him to look into his eyes, and said in a commanding tone: "Don't die!"

"What the hell are you talking about..." Parker was puzzled, but he heard the bones all over his body making a creaking sound. His dislocated bones after being smashed against the wall were gradually recovering, and his strength gradually returned to this riddled body.

Inside the body, Lu Mingfei let go of Parker. When he was surprised by his body's strange recovery, he pulled out the pistol used for self-protection and pointed it at the man in front of him.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

He did not hesitate, and directly cleared the bullet gate. With his superb shooting skills, the bullet hit the enemy's bloodshot yellow eyes at a strange angle.

Not to be outdone, Fingel stuffed a handful of calcium tablets into his mouth, his muscles expanded again, his skin turned copper-green, and he rushed towards the enemy in front of him.

At this time, a step away from the exit, the wind picked up again.

The blood-sucking sickle screamed, bared its sharp teeth, and gnawed at everything around it. In Lu Mingfei's field of vision, countless tiny weasels were scattered in the air, hungry for his blood.

Fingel had already rushed into the realm of the Vampire Scythe's spirit. The strong physical quality and hard skin brought by the Bronze Throne allowed him to ignore the Vampire Scythe's attack and rush towards the skinny tattooed man.

With one blow, Fingel punched brazenly, but the punch missed. I don't know when, the man left like a ghost and disappeared from Fingel's sight. The bullet naturally missed as a result, and in the collision of countless sickles and weasels,

fell to the ground.

The man appeared in front of Lu Mingfei like a ghost. At that moment, Lu Mingfei thought he was dead. The wind blew across his cheek, causing a slight sting and making him unable to move.

"Let me have a taste of the legendary golden holy liquid," the man made a disgusting voice, stretched out his hand and smeared some blood on Lu Mingfei's face, then put his finger into his mouth, and his eyes lit up: "This way

The feeling, but I haven’t had it for a long time.”

"Fuck you, uncle." A layer of tree-like skin appeared on Lu Mingfei's body, and his five fingers turned into five wooden sharp corners, stabbing into the chest of the man who was tasting the blood with relish. The other man swayed and backed away.

, dodged Lu Mingfei's blow.

The man licked his lips and seemed a little disappointed: "The golden holy berry is indeed not that easy to obtain, but I have to say that your blood tastes very good. I, Dracula, am your mourner, His Highness the Holy Son."

The man said and bowed. He had the name of a vampire, but he looked like an exposed pervert. Lu Mingfei did not move. He was observing Dracula's movements. Dracula was very fast, so he must take action now.

Can't get better.

"Why do you call me Holy Son?" Lu Mingfei tilted his head, with wooden lines on his face, hoping to attract the other party's attention through his speech.

"The original product of the Nibelung Plan, the human being who gained the power of the Dragon King, Lu Mingfei." Dracula was indeed attracted, and he looked at Lu Mingfei greedily: "The Order only recently discovered the secret party. You have already been ahead of us, you are our dream."

Lu Mingfei knew about the Nibelung Plan. Ender had told him that it probably meant using the Dragon King's bones to strengthen the hybrids. But what Lu Mingfei didn't understand was why he was considered It was the initial result of the Nibelungen Plan.

"I don't know what you are talking about," Lu Mingfei slowly approached Dracula, and the other two people did the same thing: "The Dragon King just died, how could it be used on me."

Dracula opened his mouth, revealing his rugged teeth and black gums: "The secret party hid more than just the Fire King. In 1992, they captured a Dragon King in Siberia. The captor was Your father Lulincheng."

"Now that thing is missing," Dracula licked his lips: "Where did you say it went."

Of course it's the doomsday sect's shelter in the Arctic. Lu Ming wanted to answer the conversation unconditionally, but suppressed his desire to complain. He never knew that he could be interpreted in this way, and he felt a little funny for a moment.

"If I were the finished product of the Nibelung Plan, you would have died a long time ago." Lu Mingfei chuckled. Unexpectedly, Dracula nodded and said with the same grin: "Yes, maybe you were just not forced. To the limit.”

Under the gaze of the three people, Dracula disappeared again, and his target was Fingel beside him.

"Careful, Fingel!"

Lu Mingfei shouted, Fingel raised his hands, trying to resist Dracula's attack, but it was too late. A blood mark appeared on Fingel's neck, and blood spattered out, killing Dracula in half. Body dyed red.

Fingel fell down with a surprised expression on his face.

"Brother, don't die!" Lu Mingfei's eyes were filled with tears, blood rushed to his forehead, and he rushed towards Dracula without thinking.

"Yes, that's it, use your real power to tear me apart." Dracula won and fought with Lu Mingfei. He no longer used the spirit of speech, but used his body to fight with Lu Mingfei. Not a right encounter.

Parker on the side looked at the two people entangled, rubbed his temples with a headache, and then shot out the soft sword in his hand and hit Dracula.

"Didn't anyone tell you not to disturb other people's meals?" Dracula angrily dodged Parker's soft sword, but saw the other party smiling: "My target is not a fool."

The soft sword extended and hit the flatbed truck with luggage next to it. It was the cargo that Parker was going to bring back to the Doomsday Sect, and inside, there was an important thing.

"Woof!" The iron cage was opened with a soft sword, and the Cerberus inside crawled out and ran towards Dracula. It was the Cerberus little devil that Lu Mingfei and Fingel bought. This place was very close to the exit, and it launched an attack on the real devil.

With the hell dog harassing him, Dracula's movements slowed down a lot. This hell dog was surprisingly smart and could always predict his position. Lu Mingfei's attacks became more and more fierce, and he actually fought him. Pretty much the same.

Parker threw out his soft sword and hit Dracula on his back, making a bloody gash. At that moment, Dracula decided to kill the little Indian fly in front of him first. He recited the words "Longwen" and "Yanling" in his mouth About to start.

At this time, a copper-green iron fist hit his lower back: "Surprise or not, surprise or not, I won't die that easily."


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