Lu Mingfei swung the chainsaw sword, each strike powerful and heavy, creating a dull whooshing sound.
The blade's teeth spun rapidly, crashing into Death Servitor's dark, scaled armor. The sharp metallic sound echoed as bright sparks exploded in the darkness.
A piercing scream followed, causing the surrounding creatures to show fear and quickly retreat.
The spinning teeth cut into Death Servitor's bones, violently and bloodily slicing from the shoulder down. Stinky blood sprayed out like a burst pipe, splattering uncontrollably and covering Lu Mingfei in red.
In the blink of an eye, Lu Mingfei had killed a Death Servitor, his brutal method shocking both Xia Mi and the little devil.
However, Lu Mingfei didn't have time to care about their thoughts.
It was only then that the shocked Death Servitors seemed to snap back to their senses.
Their dark golden eyes glinted with fear and greed, bloodlust and savagery, different emotions blending together. At the sound of an angry yell from the white man, they charged one after another.
Boom!
The roar of the chainsaw sword still thundered.
It seemed as though the sword was eager to drink the blood of the enemies in front of it.
The vibrating teeth of the chainsaw sword seemed to constantly remind Lu Mingfei of that glorious and heroic journey.
Following in the steps of the great emperor among the starry sea, hunting down the heretics and burning away evil!
"Heretics, face the wrath of the Emperor!"
At that moment, Lu Mingfei felt like he had once again become the Emperor's angel of death.
He stomped hard, causing the ground to crack, his seemingly weak body exploding with unbelievable strength, rushing forward like a fierce tiger into a pack of wolves.
"In the great Emperor's name, slay the heretics!" Amidst the loud roar of the chainsaw sword, Lu Mingfei thrust the massive sword straight into a Death Servitor's stomach, then violently twisted it, letting the foul blood spill onto him as he unknowingly moved on to the next enemy.
The weapon not only had an exaggerated appearance, but its performance and destructive power were equally astonishing. Or rather, it was a weapon created solely for the purpose of killing!
The massive chainsaw sword in Lu Mingfei's hands felt like it gave him wings.
Death Servitor's steel-like scales were as fragile as paper in front of the spinning, serrated power sword. They were easily torn apart.
The remaining Death Servitors, realizing they couldn't defeat Lu Mingfei, turned their focus to Xia Mi. They howled and charged toward her.
"Ah! This is bad, Lu Mingfei, hurry up and come save me!" Xia Mi turned, terrified, and tried to run.
But unfortunately, Death Servitors surrounded her from all sides. Lu Mingfei had already dashed off, and it was impossible for him to come to her aid anytime soon.
At that moment, Lu Mingfei, who had charged into the Death Servitor group alone, was fully immersed in the battle. Suddenly, he heard the little devil's teasing voice in his ear: "Big brother, the little dragon girl is calling for help~"
Whoosh!
In response to the little devil's voice, Lu Mingfei swung his weapon with great force.
The roaring chainsaw sword easily sliced through several Death Servitors in half. His fierce, violent gaze swept across the area like a sharp knife.
He wiped the blood from his face and said indifferently, "No need to worry about her. She's the Dragon King. She won't be so easily killed."
He had already learned of Xia Mi's true identity from the "Dragon Clan" journal—she was the King of Earth and Mountain, Jormungandr.
"Alright, so you think you can just push me around!"
Seeing no escape, Xia Mi puffed out her cheeks in anger, baring her tiger teeth, and clenched her fists. "Just because I don't show my power doesn't mean I'm some helpless kitty!"
Usually, she pretended to be weak to disguise her identity, but that didn't mean she was truly powerless!
Unlike her brother Fenrir, her strength was the weakest among the Four Dragon King, but she had a unique talent: she could find the weakest "point" of anything and strike it with devastating force, easily destroying things much stronger than herself.
As she faced the charging Death Servitors, a bright light sparked in her golden eyes.
Everything had a "weakness," and Death Servitors were no exception. She clearly saw the stress points on several Death Servitors. As she clenched her fist, she struck out suddenly.
Bang!
The seemingly weak fist struck the approaching Death Servitor with force.
In the next moment, Death Servitor's roar suddenly stopped. The greedy, violent dark gold pupils went dim, and his body instantly shattered, as if it had broken apart from the inside.
Lu Mingfei was covered in blood, and each roar of his chainsaw sword meant the end of one Death Servitor.
It was hard to imagine that under the siege of dozens of Death Servitors, an eighteen-year-old boy's battle experience was shockingly skilled. He moved like a butterfly, narrowly dodging each deadly attack from Death Servitors, his reflexes absurdly fast.
With the chainsaw sword in hand, Lu Mingfei was like a god of death reborn. The combat memories etched into his bones had now become instinct.
He always found the perfect strike to end them and killed the 'heretics' in the most efficient way. The blood seemed to transform into glory, draping over the young man.
Unable to free a hand, Lu Mingfei gripped the chainsaw sword in his right hand, and with his left, he crushed a Death Servitor's skull. Frowning, he grumbled, "Tch, if only I had an explosive gun!"
"What's an explosive gun?" the little devil, Lu Mingze, curiously asked.
"A gun that blows heretics' heads into pieces," Lu Mingfei replied simply, swinging his chainsaw sword horizontally.
Several Death Servitors attempting to sneak attack were instantly cut in half, their organs and flesh scattering everywhere.
The killing continued, but it was slightly different from what the white male had anticipated.
Smash!
Lu Mingfei stomped on the heretic's skull, then hoisted his roaring chainsaw sword, locking his target on the mastermind.
"Now, it's your turn," he said as he walked toward the white male.
"You're not human! Not human!"
The white male's legs trembled. He watched in disbelief as nearly a hundred Death Servitors were slaughtered almost single-handedly by Lu Mingfei, leaving only a few scattered ones. His initial confidence shifted to doubt, and finally, terror filled his face.
Looking around the broken elevated highway, the ground was littered with gashes cut by the chainsaw sword, and the place resembled a large slaughterhouse with dismembered limbs and meat.
Even the most twisted serial killer would probably give Lu Mingfei a thumbs-up and sincerely praise him: "You're better than me!"
Lu Mingfei's clothes were soaked with blood from the inside out. His hair was tangled with bits of flesh and dripping blood.
With the exaggerated chainsaw sword in his hand, Xia Mi thought that the director of The Texas Chainsaw Massacre could totally come to him for a shoot.
That kind of vibe. It would definitely scare someone to death!
Isn't this just a perfect example of a deranged serial killer?!
However, after hearing the white man's words, no one expected that Lu Mingfei would suddenly snap, gripping the chainsaw sword and quickly closing the distance.
"Who the hell are you calling not human? I'll chop you up, you damn heretic!"
The one thing he hated most in this life was being told he didn't seem human.
If it were in that world, this would be an insult—one that could only be settled with a fight to the death!
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