Great Supernatural Powers and Talismans

"Where's your support squad? Didn't I see them all carrying sniper rifles?" Lu Mingfei suddenly thought of Cheng Shuangfan, who had been peeking at the girl's legs.

Everyone in his squad, including himself, carried a sniper rifle that was nearly 1.5 meters long. When they got out of the vehicle, they dispersed and presumably went to find suitable sniping positions.

He had wanted to touch it when he saw it, but seeing how they carried it around and treasured it so much, Lu Mingfei thought better of it and decided against it.

If we don't call them now, when will we?

Are we supposed to collect their bodies after they die?

Lu Mingfei moved closer to Zhou Minhao, pointing to the pair of eyes that were shining brightly in the darkness, and said, "They're all sniper rifles, so why not just snipe his eyes? Blinding him would at least give us a better chance of winning, right?"

The mental shocks continued to come in waves. Behind Zhou Minhao was Bai Shanglu, who repeatedly patted the scabbard, letting the roars help them resist the impact.

They can't hold out for long.

"If I could, I would have made them do it already." The latter shook his head helplessly, unable to help. "This area is a space constructed by this dragon, a great mantra spell personally released by the dragon race."

"Shouldn't there be a way in?" Lu Mingfei asked. "This space can't just stretch on and on indefinitely, can it?"

"I'm sorry, no." He corrected Lu Mingfei's statement. "The space is not boundless, but entering and exiting depends on the owner's wishes."

He could understand Lu Mingfei's thinking. This was a constructed space, and they were right there. There was no reason why they couldn't get out while others couldn't get in, but that was just how it was...

"What Europeans call Nibelungen, we call the Secret Realm. Unless you have a powerful spell that can influence space, otherwise..."

Before he could finish speaking, Zhou Minhao let out a long sigh.

This is a dilemma, an absolute and desperate dilemma.

"What about the phone signal?" Lu Mingfei pointed to the other party's camera.

"That's where the brilliance lies. Logically speaking, this space should be completely isolated from the outside world. Perhaps the Temple of Solomon deliberately didn't completely isolate it to avoid arousing suspicion," Nuwa explained as the phone on Zhou Minhao's body spoke.

The purpose was to prevent anyone from finding out.

Zhou Minhao had a vague guess in his mind that this might be the reason why the other party rushed here as soon as he entered the country, and why he would come back every ten days no matter how far he went.

He needs to come back every now and then to calm his emotions.

Humans had no way to unleash the Great Mantra that constructs space; it was brought in early on, lurking in the water, and used to construct Nibelungen.

After all, Nibelungen is no small project, and preparations need to be made early.

He pointed the camera at himself, glanced at Bai Shanglu behind him, then at Lu Mingfei in front of him, and his tone became solemn, "Lord Nuwa, I request to use the Dragon-Slaying Platform."

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone, followed by a roar, "Zhou Minhao, don't go crazy! If you can't handle that guy in the sword, using the Dragon Slayer Platform is just courting death; you'll be sacrificed!"

Zhou Minhao sighed softly and said, "But this matter is our responsibility. We brought up this meeting ahead of time, and slaying the dragon is also a rule of our Zhou family... Officials should not shirk their responsibilities."

Nuwa shouted from the other end, "To hell with it! You're even talking about sacrificing yourself for righteousness! If you pull him out, you're doomed!"

Lu Mingfei understood why Zhou Minhao said that the Dragon-Slaying Platform was their family heirloom, but only used for negotiations, not as a weapon. It turned out that there was a soul hidden in the sword, and if one's skills were insufficient, one would become a sacrifice.

Isn't this just like those ridiculous artifacts in games where the main character loses some health when they use them, and an NPC loses a life when they use them?

Lu Mingfei never expected Zhou Minhao to have such a mindset: to burn himself while burning the enemy.

He thought this guy was alright, but wasn't he a bit too good?

Because he values ​​rules, he is now willing to use this weapon to fight the dragon and uphold his own rules, even if the price is his own life.

No matter how you look at it, he seems like a tragic hero.

"what?"

Zhou Minhao took a deep breath, mustered all his strength, and placed his right hand on the sword hilt...

But before he could draw it, a shock came from behind him, dissipating his strength and causing the broadsword, which had only been drawn a finger's width, to return to its sheath.

Bai Shanglu, who was behind him, hugged him tightly. Zhou Minhao turned around and saw that Bai Shanglu's face was already deathly pale, but he was still holding him tightly.

"Let...let me do it."

"But you're just an ordinary person, an ordinary person is..." Zhou Minhao wanted to say something more, but when he looked at the other person, he froze.

Bai Shanglu raised his head, rain mixed with sweat sliding down his forehead, his trembling voice carrying a stubborn streak.

"Zhao Xuzhen came to find Jiang Wanzhi... But Jiang Wanzhi married me, so this is my responsibility. You don't need to... you don't need to sacrifice yourself."

Bai Shanglu didn't know what he was thinking when he said it, but he felt he had to do it.

The husband should solve the problems caused by his wife.

If he doesn't kill that dragon, he'll definitely die as an ordinary person, and it might even affect the ordinary people around him... even Jiang Wanzhi.

Even now, when he closes his eyes, her face is still in his mind—calm, aloof, yet vulnerable in that night.

At that moment, a force pushed the two away and pressed them down onto the slippery deck.

"Alright, alright, it's not your turn to play the hero."

Lu Mingfei walked towards the bow of the ship.

Perhaps because it had been tampered with, the dragon, even though it was close to awakening, did not launch a direct physical attack.

It still lingers in the heart of the lake, like a black mountain rising from the water. Those golden, vertical pupils, however, are fixed intently on the painted boat, a ghostly light swirling within their depths.

The invisible mental shocks came wave after wave, like a tangible tsunami, constantly squeezing and grinding them, trying to completely eliminate them.

"Tch, they're both trying to be cool. These two are using this 'life-or-death' farewell plot, isn't it disgusting?"

"Can you please have fewer tragic endings? I can't stand watching this."

He originally did not intend to take action.

Because once you make a move, you can only use the life-saving talisman. This thing is used once and then it's gone forever; it's the real trump card that can turn the tide in a desperate situation.

He thought about it again and again, and hesitated again and again.

He felt that such a scene might not be worth it; although the dragon was strong, it might not be strong enough to kill him.

I don't think Zhou Minhao and Bai Shanglu will really die.

He felt that he was just a mercenary, and that he was only participating in the mission under duress, so there was no need for him to waste his precious resources on them.

But seeing one of them, driven by a sense of responsibility, wanting to draw his sword and die, and the other wanting to rush forward and take the blame...

He suddenly felt that everything was waiting for him.

Waiting for him to step forward,

Wait for him to make the choice that doesn't require sacrifice.

Great supernatural power talisman.

This thing was originally a treasured item, something you'd only take out in a life-threatening situation to save yourself.

After all, only a highly skilled person could refine it, and it is said to contain one-tenth of the refiner's destructive power.

Lu Mingfei didn't know what level an ordinary great supernatural being was, but how could he not know what level Jiang Mingzi was?

Dealing with bandits and robbers on ordinary days is manageable; the methods are still within the realm of "human comprehension."

But what if we run into that thing called a "magical corpse"...?

That was how ruthless and terrifying he became, a completely different person.