bookbashuk Chapter 71, I'll give you a slice?
Chapter 71, I'll give you a slice?
"Click"
A crisp cracking sound rang out clearly in the deathly silent space.
Immediately, countless fine cracks appeared on the surface of the glass jar, a flash of light appeared, and it emitted a buzzing sound of collapse.
"Crackling sound—"
The glass jar completely shattered, turning into countless shimmering fragments that dissolved into the air.
Along with it, the dragon named Samson also vanished. Its roar, its struggle, and all traces of its existence were completely reduced to nothingness as the magic collapsed.
Lu Mingfei withdrew his gaze, and the last glimmer of light from the talisman on his fingertip disappeared. With a soft "poof," the talisman burned out completely, leaving only a wisp of green smoke dissipating from his fingertip.
"The talismans given by the cheap master are good in every way, but they are used up too quickly."
Lu Mingfei looked at the dissipating magic talisman, clicked his tongue, and felt a deep sense of regret.
That talisman still has a lot of mana left, so using it to deal with just one dragon servant is a bit of a waste. Even though it's incredibly effective, it still feels like using a cannon to kill a mosquito.
It could have been done for 100, but it cost 100,000.
Isn't this price gouging?
If someone seeking the Dharma heard Lu Mingfei say this, they would probably smash his head in.
Lu Mingfei used a powerful magical talisman.
Great supernatural beings are truly important figures in the world of seekers of the Dharma. Even if an ordinary great supernatural being spent their entire life, they probably couldn't refine more than a few.
He, on the other hand, didn't even blink and immediately used this treasure, which was enough to be passed down as a sect's heirloom, on the two "guardian dragons".
To be fair, these two dragons might be able to hold him off for a while, and with their massive size and spiritual power, they might be able to cripple him.
However, Lu Mingfei estimated that once he arrived at Zhongshentong, he would only need one strike to deal with the two dragons.
"Tsk tsk tsk, but I suppose that bastard Immortal Lord isn't lacking in this." He shook his head, throwing the last bit of heartache out of his mind, and turned his gaze to the center of the entire space.
There, a bronze jar lay quietly.
His goal for this trip.
..............
"Professor, aren't we moving?"
Selma had already found a chair for Mance to sit on, and she leaned against the railing, blinking her eyes and looking somewhat dazed.
It wasn't that she couldn't wait, it's just...
It's a bit cold.
The 'iceberg' formed from the dragon's body was like a giant, out-of-control central air conditioner, continuously emitting a bone-chilling cold.
Even though they were several kilometers away on the Moniach, the icy aura was still chilling, penetrating the night wind and moisture, seeping into their very bones.
Selma couldn't help but shiver and pulled her coat tighter around herself. Her breath condensed into white mist in the air before dissipating.
It's strange, really, because according to the data on their instruments, the air temperature had only dropped by about ten degrees. Given the climate of the upper Yangtze River region, even a ten-degree drop wouldn't bring the temperature close to zero.
From a physical perspective, she felt as if she had been thrown into the Siberian winter, where the temperature must have been at least minus thirty degrees Celsius!
What scientific instruments measure is one thing, and what the body perceives is another.
Who can I complain to about this?
Professor Mans Rundstedt sat in his chair, a half-smoked cigar between his fingers, his gaze passing through the smoke onto the monitoring screen.
"Move? Why move?"
He leisurely stubbed out his cigar on the railing, his movements as composed as if he were sitting in a Viennese café. "This is probably the 'territory'."
"A domain?" Selma crossed her arms and breathed on her fingertips. "Ha, so what it is now is..."
"Something similar to the Dragon Clan's alchemical domain," Chu Zihang chimed in, turning to Professor Mans, "Is that so?"
"More or less...?" Mans hesitated. It could be explained as a matter of words, but the key issue was what he'd seen Lu Mingfei do earlier...
"When do we have to wait? Where did Lu Mingfei go?" Selma asked.
Mans gazed silently at the distant river, sighed, and said he wasn't sure about Lu Mingfei either.
However, since that kid told them to wait, they would wait. He was capable of instantly killing a next-generation species, and he was a dragon servant specifically tasked with protecting the King of Bronze and Fire.
In this situation, how could I possibly fight him?
He works out regularly, but that doesn't mean his brain has been squeezed out by muscles.
Just then, a door of flames silently opened behind them.
"Oh, you're still waiting here?"
Before the person even came out, the sound reached their ears first, and they turned around.
Lu Mingfei stepped out of the fiery gate, still dressed in his casual clothes, not even a single tear in his garment. "Didn't you retrieve the dragon's corpse first?"
"Didn't you tell us to wait?" Mance raised an eyebrow and pointed to the dragon's body. "So, how do you think we should haul it onto the boat? With a fishing rod?"
"Isn't there a robotic arm?" Lu Mingfei looked at the huge robotic arm on the ship, then at the size of the dragon servant in the distance. He compared the size with his fingers, and his mouth froze.
That seems to make sense.
The dragon's body was enormous, measuring about fifteen meters in length on its own. Now, completely covered by ice brought by the magic rune, its size had swelled even more.
If you put it on this ship, it will probably sink immediately.
"Hiss...looks like I'm a little overweight." He chuckled dryly, his fingers unconsciously rubbing together. "How about...I cut it for you?"
"Huh?" Selma's eyes widened. "You mean the dragon's corpse...?"
"That's right, slice it." Lu Mingfei said matter-of-factly, even gesturing with his hand as if he were cutting something. "Anyway, what Kassel College needs are research samples, right? Since we can't transport the whole thing, why not just cut it up?"
Professor Mans took a deep breath, almost dropping his cigar. "That's the remains of a secondary species, not salmon from the supermarket. Especially since it's in such good condition..."
"I know," Lu Mingfei blinked, "that's why I asked for your opinions."
asphyxia.
Mans had never felt so speechless. The remains of a complete adult dragon—these words alone weren't so bad, but when they appeared as a complete remains…
Its value is immeasurable, but Lu Mingfei's reaction was as if he had just spotted a piece of braised meat at a roadside stall.
Can't eat anymore? I'll cut it up for you.
He had a déjà vu feeling right now. He took a deep breath to calm himself down and pointed at the remains. "We have a way to deal with the body. We have notified the principal and he will send a helicopter to handle it."
Looking at the eager Lu Mingfei, he added, "Please, don't cut it open."
He was genuinely afraid that the boy in front of him might get an itch and cut open the almost priceless remains, which would put pressure on him from the academy.
As for Lu Mingfei?
If such a person really exists, Mans thinks he must be someone important.
What was that saying again?
Those who know the current affairs are handsome.
The consequences of offending such a powerful figure...