Lu Mingfei, become the King of Elden!

Chapter 141 Lament

Lu Mingfei gently shook the bell, and Ingwell's figure gradually turned transparent and disappeared from the spot.

The clear sound of bells echoed, like a lament for a lost homeland.

Lu Mingfei took a deep breath, suppressing his surging blood and complex emotions, and turned his gaze to the greatsword on the ground, which had lost its master and returned to its ordinary state.

It's time to fulfill the promise.

Lu Mingfei bent down and used all his strength to lift the greatsword, which was almost as tall as a person, from the mud and sand of the shallows. The heavy weight almost made him stumble.

He considered himself to be among the strongest and most resilient among the Faded Ones, but even he was no match for this sword.

Lu Mingfei couldn't help but click his tongue in amazement.

Just how strong was that lion hybrid? It was able to wield such an exaggerated weapon with one hand.

The lingering sorrow and anger on the sword, like venomous snakes, slithered up his arm, but Lu Mingfei paid no attention. He had grown accustomed to coexisting with various external wills.

He adjusted his posture to make himself more stable.

A line of clear text entered his mind.

"The legendary weapon housed in the city of Moen. A greatsword bearing the weight of countless laments and rages of vengeance."

One of the legendary weapons. In the past, a lone hero from a fallen kingdom collected all the weapons of his tribe's warriors and continued the fight.

A lone hero of a fallen nation who survived?
What do you mean?
Never mind, I'll ask Edgar later.

As Lu Mingfei thought this, he walked towards the tower. There was someone waiting for him there. A man burdened with heavy responsibilities, waiting for the last glimmer of hope in despair.
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As Edgar looked at the exaggerated and ferocious greatsword in Lu Mingfei's hand, it felt as if a huge weight had been lifted from his heart. Everything that had been troubling him—responsibility, guilt, and pain—vanished in that instant.

He had done his best, but even so, he could not protect the ancient city of Moen, which had been passed down for thousands of years, nor could he protect his subjects and fail his lord.

Edgar was a descendant of the Knights of Lost Lands. These knights from the storms all regarded honor as their life, and Edgar naturally inherited this spirit from his father.

The Greatsword of the Skull was his last line of defense as a knight, his final glory. When Lu Mingfei finally killed the leader of the rebellion and brought back the last symbol of Moen, the man known as "Lord of Moen" was already dead. All that remained was "Elena's father."

He solemnly took the heavy greatsword from Lu Mingfei's hand, his expression complex. His fingers gently brushed across the cold blade, the last trace of attachment vanishing, as if bidding farewell to the past.

“Thank you, Mr. Lu Mingfei,” Edgar bowed deeply. “The sword has finally been spared from falling into the hands of the defiler. My duty is fulfilled.”

From this day forward, I will live for my daughter.

"You're welcome."

Lu Mingfei waved his hand casually, his tone relaxed:
“Even if it weren’t for Elena, I would probably go into the city to take a look because of the armor you’re wearing.”

Edgar was slightly taken aback and subconsciously looked at his lost knight armor, its color obscured by blood and dust.

This is a relic left by his father, a remnant of the stormy era. This ancient and heavy armor has saved him from fatal attacks more than once.

Edgar's emotions were churning.

He did not inherit his father's ability to wield the storm, but instead learned some prayer during his years serving the Golden Tree.

But in the end, what pulled him back from the abyss was not his lord Grek, whom he had sworn to serve, nor any force from the Golden Tree, but a knight wearing armor of the same style, wielding the power of storms, who seemed to come from that distant knightly order.

Fate is so ironic, so subtle. "Speaking of which," Lu Mingfei suddenly said, "I want to ask you about someone."

Edgar nodded quickly:
"Go ahead and say it. As long as it's something I know."

Lu Mingfei stroked his chin, seemingly considering his words, before speaking after a while:
"I don't know his name, but he should be one of the Stormwings, O'Neil, Neo, or perhaps one of your ancestors' lost knights."

He wields dual swords, has a terrible temper, hasn't joined any demigod's ranks, and claims to be the third knight of the Storm Knights.

Lu Mingfei paused, looked directly into Edgar's eyes, and continued to ask:
Do you know his name?

Edgar's face, covered in blood and dust, froze slightly, his brows furrowing deeply, as if he were somewhat troubled.

After a while, he managed to organize his thoughts with difficulty:

"My father rarely talks about his past. But the end of the Storm Age was bound to be tragic, and disappearance seemed to be the fate of most knights."

The names you mentioned are all names celebrated in heroic epics.

"Is it."

Looking at Edgar's slightly confused expression, Lu Mingfei realized that asking further would probably not yield any substantial information. This Lord of Moen City knew only limited things, mostly just snippets of information from his father.

He shrugged, not caring. Anyway, the old man was in the Dragon Offering Church; sooner or later he'd find out his name.

"In that case, let's go. I'll take you to see Elena."

At that very moment, Edgar, who should have been filled with joy and anticipation, looked at the greatsword in his hand, gritted his teeth, and as if making a momentous decision, spoke:
"and many more."

Lu Mingfei paused, turned his head, and looked at him with a puzzled expression.

“This sword,” Edgar said, “you may take it.”

Lu Mingfei was stunned.

Wasn't this guy just dying over this thing not long ago? How come he's already giving it away so soon after getting his hands on it?
Edgar looked directly into Lu Mingfei's eyes and continued:
"I am no longer the city lord, and Moen City no longer exists. My only wish is not for it to fall into the hands of blasphemers, nothing more."

You took it back, therefore, you are its rightful owner.

Lu Mingfei scratched his head.

To be honest, he wasn't very interested in the so-called "legendary weapon," and even if he got his hands on it, he would just keep it as a collectible.

This weapon is strange and incredibly heavy, completely out of character for his fighting style.

"No, thank you," he said instinctively, "you should take it."

Unexpectedly, Edgar shook his head:
"This is not a weapon I can control."

"You may not know this, but the Greatsword of the Sword Skeleton is a weapon passed down from the distant past. Its previous owner wielded this greatsword to fight against King Gofrey. Although he was defeated, he was eventually recognized and his legacy was commemorated with a monument."

"It is a greatsword of vengeance bearing countless laments and rages. The power it contains is too ominous and too great. Ordinary people simply cannot touch it, which is why it has been sealed away."

(End of this chapter)