Chapter 2 Lu Mingfei Returns to Create Odin
The numerous shadows stopped moving, as if they knew that the area ahead was not a territory that their humble beings could set foot on. They stood still, their golden pupils flickering in the rain like flickering fireflies.

"Deadpool."

Lu Mingfei chewed over this term, looking forward, as if he had some feelings.

"Who do they serve?"

Lu Mingfei rubbed his knuckles, the gold ring inlaid with red gems flickered with light, and his expression became slightly solemn.

Boom!

A branch of lightning flashed in the clouds and exploded loudly in my ears.

The blazing white light illuminated the earth, and the golden fireflies flickering in the shadows disappeared, temporarily dispelling the twisted nightmare-like figures one after another.

The eight-legged Pegasus walked out, and the scales attached to its muscular body exploded slightly, making a sound of metallic collision.

Beneath the iron face, streaks of lightning spewed out from his wide nostrils.

Lu Mingfei lowered his palms, hid his hands behind his back, and looked at the back of the majestic horse.

A towering black shadow sat on the horse's back, wearing heavy dark gold armor. The rain fell on it, splashing mist-like water and covering it with a layer of faint light.

He held a curved spear in his hand, the arc of the spear body was like the trajectory of a meteor across the sky, and the silver silk threads like spider webs fluttered in the wind. The tip of the spear was dripping with bright red blood, covering his iron-faced face. The only golden pupil illuminated the surroundings like a lighthouse in the waves.

"Odin?"

An eight-legged Pegasus with a one-eyed figure and a spear.

Lu Mingfei frowned slightly.

Norse mythology is not unpopular knowledge. At least he knows the main god of Asgard.

But gods are supposed to exist only in words and murals.

What he saw and heard today really shattered Lu Mingfei’s understanding of his hometown.

“Is the myth true, or have I arrived at some film set that I don’t even recognize?”

The strange creatures around were crawling and trembling under the pressure of the newcomer, and tissue fluid was flowing out of their green skin along the broken cracks, making them look more and more like toads on the road on a rainy day.

The boy stepped on the backs of these kneeling creatures. His cheap running shoes scraped their backs, creating several cracks and revealing the delicate skin underneath.

"This is Seris, right? Why don't you dress like the locals? You're really distracting from the show."

The young man shouted as he walked towards the god, without any of the reverence that one should have when facing a myth.

But Chu Zihang was stunned.

That is a tall god, an authoritative master, and a nightmare engraved in our hearts.

He was also the enemy his father faced.

An enemy that you must resist at the cost of your life.

He is safe and sound now.

So, what about your own father?

What about the father who resists God?

The majestic god still stands still, but his challenger has disappeared.

An uncontrollable feeling of bitterness surged into his heart, and a fact that he was unwilling to believe emerged in his heart.

That man, that man is probably dead.

Sadness, regret.

The cold rain slapped his face and Chu Zihang felt like he couldn't breathe.

Sadly, I will never see again the man who was trying to please me in the car one moment and was defending myself from the gods outside the car the next moment.

He regretted the words he had said to mock him just a moment ago.

He could no longer say sorry.

"Where's my dad? What did you do to my dad?!"

Perhaps it was because the hatred for the departure of his parents lingered in his heart, and the pressure from the top of his own bloodline disappeared.

Through the window, Chu Zihang roared at the tall god.

"Start! Start!"

He suddenly yelled at the center console.

The engine let out a low, weak whine, steam came out of the hood of the car, and then it was beaten down by even heavier rain.

The wipers whirred back and forth like a frantic metronome, scraping away layers of rain from the windshield. The car had reached its limit and would not move any further.

Chu Zihang pounded the steering wheel, trying to start the car and rush towards the huge figure.

Physiological reactions are always the most real.

The trembling of meeting again after a long separation, the bitterness of reluctantly accepting, and the uncontrollable tears.

When the gods arrived at the new battlefield, the bloody gun tips flashed dazzlingly under the lights.

At this moment he already understood that he was really going to lose that man.

He forgot everything that remained in this world and what he had promised the man. He went crazy. He was not afraid of the shadow, Odin or Gungnir. He wanted to find that man.

"Your cries are panic-stricken and powerless, and your will is as fragile as a frightened ant under a leaf, so fragile that it can't withstand a single blow."

The majestic god spoke, and his words were like thunder.

“Whoever has been to the Kingdom of God, the Kingdom of God will open its doors to him—because he must become a servant of God.”

He looked at the roaring Chu Zihang with contempt, telling the fate of the man who dared to defy divine power.

God has always disdained deception.

The pre-teen boy gritted his teeth.

"You killed or imprisoned the father of a son?"

The boy who was ignored spoke up.

Lu Mingfei was not an outsider who was confused about the situation. This simple conversation was enough for him to understand the situation.

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The young man's body gradually approached, standing between the god and Chu Zihang, dispelling the majestic aura.

Odin said nothing and raised the bloody tip of his spear.

"Suspected of murder, illegal imprisonment, vandalism, illegal road construction, and malicious impersonation of a foreign god. Is this last charge covered by the law?"

Lu Mingfei muttered to himself, he always liked to talk trash when he was concentrating, it seemed that he couldn't change this habit.

He is not very good at law, at most he knows a little common sense.

"You're really dedicated to come out and do something in this weather. I haven't even eaten yet. By the way, have you eaten yet?"

The boy moved his wrists and ankles, his tone as relaxed as if he was asking a gym mate.

"mortal--"

This sound can rival the thunder made by Sleipnir's footsteps on the road.

"It seems you didn't eat?"

In an instant, the atmosphere became tense. The crawling Deadpools tensed their skin at this moment. Their confused eyes rarely showed a trace of clarity. They glanced at the two opposing kings out of the corner of their eyes, as if they needed their permission to breathe.

A serious and disgusted look appeared on Lu Mingfei's face, and the golden ring on his fingertip flickered.

As a being who was once one with Ultraman Leo, after the two separated, Leo also left a gift as a commemoration.

In special effects, the Lion Eyes allow the user to transform into Ultraman Leo.

Of course, as a product with more commemorative significance, this ring naturally does not have the ability to allow Lu Mingfei to transform into Ultraman and send Odin to heaven with one punch.

However, the light flowing in it was enough to make Lu Mingfei's body, which was not fully developed and slightly malnourished, improve to a higher level.

"If you haven't eaten."

With his arms hanging down, if someone could see through, they would be able to see that Lu Mingfei's muscles had reached a state of relaxation that ordinary people could not achieve.

The blood was surging, drawing lines on his body like a giant dragon spreading its wings.

A raised monster, an inhuman body, a disappeared father, a broken family.

I didn't expect that I would encounter such a thing just after returning to this familiar age.

This is a palpable tragedy.

This is happening right in front of Lu Mingfei.

He is a man of justice and cannot sit idly by!

"Just take my punch."

(End of this chapter)