Lu Mingfei, become the King of Elden!

Chapter 135 A Scene Every Faded Person Has to Experience

Lu Mingfei stared intently, approached the delicate little box in front of Rodrika, leaned down, and lowered his voice to say:

"Senior, Master Ingwell! Could you at least give me some face in front of this young lady?!"

However, Ingwell's ashes showed no mercy to Lu Mingfei. Apart from the tremor just now, there was no other reaction. Only the scattered spiritual particles proved that he was still awake.

Lu Mingfei suddenly realized that something was wrong.

"etc."

Lu Mingfei looked at Rodrikka thoughtfully:

"Can ashes actually talk?"

Rodrigo nodded, then shook her head.

"Only ashes whose names are preserved in the soul possess complete consciousness. And whether communication is possible depends on the soul's own state and thoughts."

"Status? Thoughts?"

Lu Mingfei was even more confused.

Rodrigo tilted her head, seemingly thinking about how to explain things to Lu Mingfei.

"Well, like Lord Ingwell, because his soul is severely damaged, only I can hear his consciousness for the time being."

If Lord Lu Mingfei can find a special flower called 'Lily of the Valley of the Spirit Cemetery', I can try to repair and strengthen the soul connection of these ashes. Perhaps... one day, you will be able to hear Lord Ingwell's voice directly.”

"Oh!"

Lu Mingfei suddenly realized.

So, ashes are like weapons. Weapons need forging stones to strengthen them, and ashes need to be imbued with spirit using lilies of the grave. Looks like there's another thing I need to collect.

Unlike forging stones, he genuinely didn't have any of these. But he had just picked a lily of the valley from Lingyi's grave in the Mengliu underground cemetery, so now he could have his own.

While searching through his spatial storage for the lily of the valley from Lingyi's grave, Lu Mingfei continued to ask:
"So what do you think? Even ashes have their own thoughts?"

"Yes."

Rodrigo nodded:

"Lord Ingwell has approved of you, so you can summon him. But what if he no longer wishes to wage war in this world?"

She did not continue.

But Lu Mingfei also realized that if he couldn't gain the approval of the ashes, then having the Soul-Summoning Bell would be useless.
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After activating the blessing, Lu Mingfei stepped onto the elevator inside Moen City.

The attacks from the golem guards at the gate posed no threat to him and Toret at this point. The enormous arrows, though terrifying, couldn't harm a hair on Lu Mingfei's head thanks to the nimble movements of his spirit horse.

The wooden elevator was extremely old and incomparable to those in Stoneville. The creaking sound kept coming, making Lu Mingfei doubt whether this thing could really take him to the top.
Fortunately, the craftsmen in Moen City were quite reliable. Although the elevator was dilapidated, it was still relatively stable and rose steadily.

As the altitude gradually increases, the air becomes more polluted.

An indescribable odor filled Lu Mingfei's mouth and nose, growing stronger and stronger, making him gag.

What kind of taste is that?
It smelled like meat that had been left out in the summer for a long time, completely rotten and infested with maggots, mixed with the smell of burnt protein and a strong, almost solidified, bloody odor.

Lu Mingfei frowned deeply. Although he was a fine young man who grew up under the red flag in the 21st century, he had fought his way through mountains of corpses and seas of blood since being thrown into the border region. Even so, he had never smelled such a strong stench of blood.

Neither Stonewell's nor Galid's, nor even Grecker's, limb-setting room smelled as bad as this.

This smell suggests that the situation in Moen City is not optimistic.

Large patches of dark brown stains began to appear on the rough rock walls on both sides of the elevator—these were dried, layered bloodstains, like some kind of ugly tapestry.

The higher you go, the darker and fresher the bloodstains become.

Dark red, not yet fully congealed blood covered the old, dark brown scabs, layer upon layer, flowing and dripping endlessly, like tears of blood.

Click.

The elevator has finally arrived.

Lu Mingfei exhaled a breath of stale air, gripped the hilt of his sword tightly, and began to look around.

In the open space in front of the elevator, the bodies of several civilians were carelessly discarded.

The expressions on their faces were frozen in the last moment of their lives. It was the hope that had just touched the path to survival, which was extinguished in an instant, leaving behind only fear and despair. Their empty eyes stared blankly in the direction of the elevator, as if they were accusing their fate.

Lu Mingfei walked past their corpses expressionlessly, looking ahead.

That place, once the gateway to Moen City, now echoes like the mouth of a demon, echoing the wails of the dead.

The blood at his feet became sticky and thick, making eerie sounds with every step he took.

The gate that once led to Moen City now resembles the entrance to hell, with faint, ghostly wails and deathly silence emanating from its depths.

With each step Lu Mingfei took, the viscous blood beneath his feet emitted eerie "plop" and "plop" sounds.

Passing through the city gate, the view suddenly opened up, revealing a deeper level of horror. In the distance, the walls, the crumbling city towers, and the hastily erected, crude wooden frames were covered with corpses. Residents and soldiers, like dried meat, were densely packed together, a horrifying sight.

However, this is only the prologue.

When Lu Mingfei actually stepped into the central square of Moen City, the scene before him shattered his humanity and tore apart his reason.

In the wide square, corpses covered every inch of the ground, like a carpet woven from flesh and despair.

In the very center of the square, corpses were piled up in the most desecrated way. Men, women, the elderly, children... fathers holding their children, wives nestled against their husbands, friends holding hands with each other... They were forcibly piled up, frozen in death in an embracing posture, forming a huge, distorted, silent "mountain of people".

A group of mixed-race creatures with various shapes and ferocious appearances are surrounding this mountain of corpses.

They lit bonfires on the corpses, the leaping flames licking at the hems of the dead, crackling and popping. The hybrids, brandishing their blood-stained weapons, roared and danced wildly around the flames and the mountain of corpses, as if performing a sinister yet solemn ritual, celebrating this bloody victory.

Lu Mingfei's lips trembled slightly as his gaze swept across the edge of the square.

Soldiers' corpses were mixed with the remains of civilians. Old people were curled up, children were torn apart, men were disemboweled, and women died with their eyes wide open... Fear was frozen on every distorted face, and despair was etched into every wound.

They were hacked down, trampled, torn apart, and unrecognizable.

Nobody cares about them.

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(End of this chapter)