Lu Mingfei, become the King of Elden!

Chapter 143 The King Descends from the Sky, Fierce and Furious

Cologne, North Rhine-Westphalia, Germany.

Blackstone Manor.

This area is located west of the Lindenthal district, on the edge of Lodenkichen, deep in the transition zone between the Cologne urban forest and the Rhine River.

More precisely, this is the northwestern edge of the Falklingen Forest.

The estate is nestled on a low hill surrounded by dense mixed forest, secluded and solitary. Passing through the dirt road through the woods, the first thing that catches the eye is a tall, black iron fence. Inside the fence is a wide lawn, dotted with bizarrely shaped statues, devoid of life.

At the heart of the estate stands a magnificent villa constructed of dark basalt. Its tall, narrow windows remain perpetually closed, the heavy glass offering no warmth whatsoever. The heavy, oppressive black oak doors and the entire building exude an ominous aura.

Beneath this seemingly sturdy villa lies a vast and ancient underground wine cellar that has been completely renovated—the true heart of the place.

The organization hidden here is certainly not a legitimate one; they are a small local sect in Germany, which, in the most commonly accepted definition, is a cult.

"The Place of Dust and Mist," that is their name.

It originates from the underworld of Hela, Nástrnd, as recorded in the medieval Norse classic Edda.

And now, it's in the central control room of Blackrock Manor.

The air was filled with the smoke of expensive cigars, the smell of aged leather, and a faint hint of chemical reagents.

The huge LCD screen displayed surveillance footage of the forest surrounding the manor, the entrance passage, and the key area of ​​the underground laboratory. The green light shone on several faces with different expressions, but all of them were filled with fanaticism and arrogance.

"The defense system has been upgraded to the highest level, with the 'Silent Curtain' providing full coverage."

A bald man in a black combat uniform, with a cold expression, whispered into a communicator. The insignia on his chest featured the ouroboros symbol.

"Infrared, sound waves, vibration, alchemical matrix sensing—all detection methods are activated. The outer patrol team is rotating with encrypted communications."

Your Excellency, even a mouse wouldn't be able to sneak in silently.

The man known as the "Bishop" sat in a large, black, high-backed chair, his back to the room, revealing only his meticulously combed silver-gray hair and his long, slender fingers, adorned with ruby ​​rings, resting on the armrest.

His voice was steady and magnetic, carrying an air of complete composure:

“Vice Archbishop Clyster, what do you think? Will those two little rats that keep running around in our territory choose to force their way in, or will they burrow in?”

Standing in the shadows behind the bishop was Ignas von Kleist, the archdeacon of the "House of Dust and Mist".

His deep purple velvet robe looked particularly eerie in the dim light, and he wore a humble smile.
“Your Excellency Bishop Eberhard von Eisenbrund, based on the recklessness and power they displayed in Bochum, I believe they are more likely to choose the former.”

A young person blinded by anger and the serious injury to their comrade often overestimates their own abilities.

He paused, a mocking smile playing at the corners of his lips:
"Of course, no matter which path he chooses, it will ultimately lead to the same destination—the cage we have carefully prepared for him."

Bishop Eberhard chuckled coldly, rubbed the ruby ​​ring on his hand, and continued to ask:

"What about the Secret Service?"

The bald commander, with a solemn expression, spoke meticulously:

"Those three elite cleaning teams from the executive department have been firmly tied down in the Ruhr region by our partners, who still believe that is the origin of the factory."

Archdeacon Ignas bowed slightly, his face still bearing that humble smile, but a hint of doubt flashed in his eyes.

He asked softly:
“Your Excellency, forgive my ignorance, but have we so… ‘exploited’ those partners?”

He didn't finish his sentence, but his meaning was clear—wasn't it a bit inappropriate to cross the river and then destroy the bridge, or to discard the donkey after it has served its purpose?

The high-backed chair slowly rotated.

Bishop Eberhard von Eisenbrund finally turned around completely, his well-maintained face bearing a pitying mockery. His slender fingers tapped lightly on the leather chair, producing a soft, clear sound that was particularly distinct in the silent control room.

"Partners? Clyde, you overestimate them."

The bishop's voice remained steady, but the chill in his words was palpable:

"Those so-called 'ancient German families'? Ha, they're nothing but a bunch of stray dogs clinging to life in the dust of history."

His iron-gray eyes swept across the red dot representing the Ruhr region on the screen, his gaze filled with naked contempt.
"The true glory of the Germanic hybrid race was partly buried under the ruins of the Kassel Manor during the 'Summer Mourning' incident nearly a century ago."

The other group perished completely in the purge launched by the Secret Service afterward.

Those cowards who managed to escape by luck, or those who were far away, were nothing but dregs who had been scared out of their wits, thin-skinned, and spineless.

The truly powerful and influential core had long since traveled across the ocean with that old madman, Hilbert Jean Angers, becoming the nourishment for Kassel College to take root in America.

The bishop stood up, walked to the huge monitoring screen, stood with his hands behind his back, and his back exuded a chilling sense of oppression.

The light from the screen shone on his face, outlining his cold, stern features.

"Those who remain in Germany now? They are nothing more than pitiful creatures guarding a few dilapidated castles, clinging to faded family trees, trembling in the shadow of the Secret Service, and barely maintaining a semblance of dignity through smuggling and shady dealings."

A cruel smile curved his lips:

"They crave power. They yearn to restore their family's glory, yet they fear the iron fist of the Secret Society, and can only survive like rats in the cracks."

We give them empty promises, a few flawed drops of 'Valhalla blood,' and they willingly charge into battle for us, drawing fire from the Secret Service's executive branch. What a useful, yet pathetic, tool.

The bishop turned around, his sharp, hawk-like gaze sweeping over his deputy and the bald commander.

“We don’t need to care about the lives of these stray dogs, Kleist. Their value was exhausted the moment they drew the attention of the Secret Service to the Ruhr region.”

His voice suddenly rose several inches, carrying a brainwashing-like fervor and excitement:

"Our goal has always been the same!" Everyone in the control room was drawn to the bishop's voice and looked at him.

Bishop Eberhard points to the screen, as if piercing through the layers of rock above:
"Seize that young man named Lu Mingfei! The noble blood flowing through his veins is the esteemed offspring of Jormungandr, the 'Serpent of the World,' who awakens the great being slumbering deep within the 'Distance of Dust and Mist'! It is the perfect key! The supreme medium to break free from shackles!"

A mad flame burned in his eyes—a thirst for ultimate power.

"When that 'Dust' awakens from its long slumber, the immense power contained within its blood, originating from the World Serpent Jormungandr, will open the true 'path to godhood' for us!"

His voice, like a divine pronouncement, echoed in the control room, igniting a frenzy in everyone's hearts.

"At that time, the Secret Party, the Executive Department, and Kassel College will all grovel in the shadow of 'Dust and Mist'!"

And we, the 'Land of Dust and Mist,' will become the creators of a new era! This is the sole meaning of our existence!

Archdeacon Kleist bowed his head deeply; as Eberhard's staunchest supporter and top henchman, his eyes were filled only with utter submission and fanaticism.
"Your will is the guide of 'Dust and Mist,' Your Excellency. Lu Mingfei will surely become the priest who awakens the gods."

Boom——

Before the archdeacon could finish uttering the word "sacrifice," a deafening roar, as if Gonggong had crashed into Buzhou Mountain, suddenly and violently descended from above!

The entire central control room reacted as if it had been hit by a magnitude 6 earthquake!

The huge, ornate crystal chandelier on the ceiling swayed wildly, its natural crystal prisms colliding with each other and making a piercing cracking sound!
Dust, gravel, and ceiling decorations rained down like a storm! The huge LCD screen flickered violently, and in the intense aftershocks, it went mostly black, leaving only distorted lines on the remaining image!
"what happened?"

The solemnity on the bald commander's face was instantly replaced by horror. He roared in anger and instinctively drew the pistol from his waist, just in case.

The humble and fervent smile on Archdeacon Kleist's face froze completely, his eyes filled with disbelief and astonishment!

Bishop Eberhard, who had been sitting upright in his high-backed chair, was shaken down at some point, and for the first time, cracks appeared in his usually composed expression, which seemed to be in control of everything.

His iron-gray pupils contracted, and his long, slender fingers gripped the armrest so tightly they almost dug into the soft leather. The declaration of victory was cut short by the sudden turn of events, leaving only the piercing alarm belatedly arriving and echoing mournfully in the chaotic central control room.

"Report! All monitoring devices on the east side of the top floor have been completely destroyed by an unknown force! The structure is severely damaged! Elemental energy readings are off the charts! The alchemy matrix is ​​damaged and cannot be identified!"

The technician at the control panel spoke with fear in his voice, as if he had seen some indescribable monster.

"what--"

Da da da--

Even more piercing than the alarm was the constant screams and gunfire.

The sound was penetrating through the floors at an alarming speed, rapidly approaching downwards like a deadly grim reaper!

"Up there! Enemy attack!" the bald commander roared. "Supreme Commander!"

His words came to an abrupt halt once again!

The control room door, made of a single piece of oak, incredibly heavy and supposedly able to withstand rocket fire, thudded loudly.

Boom!
The entire control room fell silent. Everyone's heart was in their throats from the frantic pounding on the door!

Click.

That was the sound of a gun being cocked.

Boom! Boom! Boom!
The banging on the door grew more frequent, and the bald commander's heart pounded faster and faster.

Bang—crash!
To everyone's surprise, the door wasn't smashed open, but rather as if it had been cleaved by a giant axe capable of splitting the heavens and the earth, with a storm swirling around it.

boom!
After a deafening roar, the entire oak door was completely shattered into countless pieces of wood and metal, which, amidst the chaotic air and billowing dust, surged inward like a raging torrent!
Fragments struck the screen and the surrounding walls like bullets, one even grazing the bishop's face, fine beads of blood dripping from the wound.

Amidst the billowing smoke and sawdust, a figure exuding an oppressive aura crashed onto the floor of the central control room like a meteor, carrying unparalleled impact!

The newcomer slowly straightened up.

As the smoke cleared, the commander finally saw his face clearly.

It's Lu Mingfei!

His black combat suit was completely destroyed, leaving only tattered strips of cloth, revealing a muscular physique that was practically perfect and brimming with explosive power, covered in dust, stains, and dark red bloodstains, whether his own or that of his enemies, he couldn't tell.

What he held in his hand was neither a modern firearm nor the alchemical swords commonly used by hybrids.

Those were two swords?
Everyone stared in horror at the two weapons in his hands.

They were two greatswords with extremely exaggerated and ancient designs, radiating a silver metallic luster.

The sword was extremely long, almost two-thirds the height of a person, broad and heavy. The hilt was covered with worn leather.

This is not a weapon designed for humans at all; it's something that only gods, demigods, and heroes in mythological epics could wield!

As a combat expert, the bald commander's mind was already racing with calculations: This size! This thickness! This material density! This weight is simply not something a human arm and musculoskeletal structure can withstand!

Even an A-grade hybrid with Dragon Blood Enhancement might be able to lift it, but it should never be used as a weapon to swing, slash, or block! The immense inertia is enough to tear apart the user's joints, ligaments, and muscles!
“Are you…are you kidding me…”

The bald commander's voice was hoarse, trembling with disbelief. The thuds he had heard earlier, like battering rams, were not the sound of heavy objects pounding on a door, but rather the deadly force of the blades or hilts of these two monstrous weapons driven by extreme violence! And what finally broke through the door was not a giant axe, but clearly the shockwaves of these two monsters driven by incantations!

Lu Mingfei seemed oblivious to the horrified stares from the room. He slightly moved his neck, making a few soft cracking sounds, and looked around.

The light from the golden eyes pierced through the swirling dust, like two burning suns, carrying intense killing intent and the majesty of an ancient dragon, slowly sweeping across every corner of the central control room.

The air seemed to freeze as far as the eye could see.

　Two chapters combined~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)