Chen Motong and Finn had no objections. No one wanted to stay in this damn Nibelungen until the end of time; finding a way out was their only choice.
"What about these two?" Chen Motong looked down at the two bird-beaked freaks still struggling on the ground.
There was hesitant uncertainty in her voice. These two were not the utterly brutal Dead Servants. There was more than fear in their eyes—confusion, pleading, and some remnant of humanity that had been warped beyond recognition. Perhaps they had once been human, only to slowly turn into this after being contaminated by Dragon Blood.
Lu Mingfei, however, did not hesitate.
He drew the M1911 and decisively pulled the trigger.
Bang, bang—
After the two shots, the bird-beaked freaks' heads snapped back. A cloud of blood burst from the backs of their skulls, dark red fluid and bone fragments splattering across the ferns behind them. They twitched once, then went still.
Lu Mingfei tucked the gun back into his waistband, his expression calm, as if he had merely killed two ants.
He had been shot to death by arrows once in the previous cycle. Since you wanted to kill me, I killed you—fair enough.
Besides, he vaguely treated them as mobs, like he was playing a game—
Forget these deformed monsters. Even if they had been normal humans, as long as they showed hostility, Lu Mingfei, in his current state, probably would not have held back—
Chen Motong and Finn looked at him as if they were meeting him for the first time—this was completely unlike the Lu Mingfei they knew!
Chen Motong watched him for several seconds. She recalled how stubbornly he had pursued the polar bear earlier and found him terrifyingly unfamiliar. In a serious tone, she said, "Once we get out,