My name is Lu Mingfei. After becoming an Immortal Lord for ten thousand years in the border area, I returned to my hometown.
The people in Kassel thought I was a loser who only knew how to play interstellar, Herzog was still dreaming about the White King, and Odin was looking down on all living beings from above.
I smiled disdainfully and pointed at the unlucky senior brother next to me.
Not long after, Chu Zihang split the Nibelung root with a great desolate finger.
Caesar deployed the Immortal Killing Sword Formation, twisting the old bones of the Gattuso family into blood mist.
And I was sitting on the back hill of Kassel, drinking the fairy tea brewed by Eriyi, and looking at the four great monarchs who I had made into weapon spirits.
The hybrids all went crazy: "What the hell is this spirit of speech? This is clearly a god coming to the world!"
The dragon kings of the heavens hugged each other and cried: "Please stop showing off, who is the monster?"
