Lu Mingfei, become the King of Elden!

Chapter 144 I heard... you're looking for me?

Lu Mingfei didn't speak. He looked around, his gaze sweeping over the commanders, vice-bishops, and combatants standing on the field... and finally landing on Bishop Eberhard, who was hiding behind a high-backed chair and looked most like the leader.

The bishop trembled slightly, not daring to meet his gaze.

Lu Mingfei's voice rang out, clear enough for everyone to hear.

"It is said that."

He tilted his head slightly, and his golden eyes seemed to flow with molten lava.
"You...are looking for me?"

No one dared to answer him.

Everyone in the central control room had their fingers on the trigger, their palms and foreheads beaded with sweat, their nerves taut, waiting for the bald commander's order to fire.

They are all core members of the "Dust and Mist Place." Their abilities may not be exceptional, but they all maintain absolute loyalty to the sect. No one would beg for mercy, surrender, or defect in the face of battle.

But they also understood that it would be very difficult for them to leave alive today.

Because the monster in front of them had just broken through their defenses, which they claimed were "unbreakable even by ten S-class hybrids," in less than ten minutes.

Bishop Eberhard glanced at those golden eyes out of the corner of his eye, wishing he could shove his genuine leather shoes into the ass of that German designer who had boasted about the defense—to hell with ten S-class!
Have you ever seen a live S-class? I saw one today, and it was fucking right on his face!
Dead silence, endless dead silence, like a string stretched to its limit.

"boom!"

Gunshots rang out.

No one gave the order.

It was a young believer in the corner who was so nervous that his fingers spasmed and he unconsciously pulled the trigger!
The bullet whistled, tearing through the solidified air as it hurtled toward Lu Mingfei!

At that moment, everyone's heartstrings snapped.

"Fire!"

The bald commander roared like a beast and finally gave the order.

He understood that regardless of the facts, once the gunshots rang out, there was no turning back. Or rather, when they arrogantly laid this ridiculous trap in Germany, their fate was already sealed.

Bang bang bang bang bang——

The suppressed fear and despair exploded in an instant! All the gun barrels spewed flames wildly!

The dense gunfire, like rolling thunder, instantly drowned out all other sounds! Hot shell casings clattered to the ground, and the acrid smell of gunpowder filled the entire hall!

A death storm made of scorching metal poured down on the figure in the center from all directions without leaving any blind spots!

Faced with such a certain death, the monster in the center neither blocked nor dodged.

He simply raised his left hand.

Spread your fingers and face forward.

There were no dazzling special effects, only an invisible domain that suddenly expanded around him!

Yan Ling · Dustless Land!
Those alchemical bullets, powerful enough to tear through steel and pierce through human bodies, were completely stripped of their kinetic energy and left suspended in mid-air, as if being repelled outward by a powerful force, as if they had crashed into a thick gel.

Within the area, even the pervasive smoke, the flying dust, the scattering sawdust, and even the air itself seemed to stand still. A completely transparent sphere formed within a one-meter radius around Lu Mingfei, refusing entry to any external objects; light seemed to travel more clearly within it. Countless bullets, suspended in the air like a swarm of bees, created an eerie scene.

Gradually, the gunfire stopped.

The entire boiling killing field instantly fell into dead silence.

All the fingers that were about to pull the trigger froze.

It wasn't that they were merciful and wanted to spare the enemy's life, nor that they suddenly had an epiphany and were willing to surrender; it was simply that they had run out of bullets.

The ferocity, resolve, and fear on the faces of the cult members froze, replaced by a blank blankness and incomprehensible horror.

They stared wide-eyed at the bullets they had fired, as if frozen in mid-air by an invisible divine hand, unable to even touch the hem of their target's clothing.

The bald commander's face contorted with grotesque features, and his hand gripping the gun trembled violently, almost causing him to drop it.

As a mixed-blood sect that pursues the limits of bloodlines, they naturally possess all sorts of incantations.

The Dustless Land, Word of Power Serial Number 66, is a high-level defensive Word of Power inherited from the King of Sky and Wind. It is simple and powerful. Although the number of people who have awakened it is small, it is not rare.

But he dared to swear that he had never seen a hybrid use the Dustless Land to such an extent, so powerful, so unreasonable, as if it had directly modified the rules of space, issuing a "rejection" order to all the wind elements in this world, blocking all the gunshots with an exaggeratedly large domain and an unbelievable duration!

Bishop Eberhard gripped the back of his chair tightly, his gray eyes reflecting the dense array of hovering bullets—alchemical bullets he had acquired at a high price from the German half-breeds, their engraved alchemical matrix giving them greater lethality and penetrating power than ordinary bullets.

He looked into those golden eyes burning to their fullest extent, and felt the invisible pressure of an ancient dragon gripping his heart tightly.

This is a declaration, a declaration that mortal power is absolutely meaningless in the face of the absolute domain of dragon blood!

Fine beads of sweat trickled down Lu Mingfei's forehead, sliding down his face, which was covered in dust and blood, and dripping onto the ground.

Maintaining such a large area of ​​dust-free land and resisting such dense kinetic energy impacts is a considerable burden for him, not to mention that the massive number of enemies he just dealt with during the advance has already exhausted much of his stamina.

But he still stood ramrod straight, his face showing no sign of fatigue. His golden eyes shot out a cold gaze that pierced through the smoke-filled air, fixed on the slightly disheveled but still dignified Bishop Eberhard in the center.

He slowly lowered his hand.

The field disappears.

slam-la-

Without the wind element's hold and restraint, hundreds of scorching bullets instantly lost their support, crashing down like a torrential rain of metal onto the ground beneath Lu Mingfei's feet. The burning hot bullets, emitting blue smoke, bounced and rolled on the shattered marble floor, like the dance of death.

Lu Mingfei took a step forward, stepping on the metal debris scattered on the ground, making a screeching sound.

The two heavy, lost knight's swords in his hands dragged on the ground, their tips leaving two deep plow marks on the floor.

"Is that all you have?"

Lu Mingfei grinned, his voice slightly hoarse, which only added to the mockery:

"Your alchemical bullets aren't even as durable as the ones our equipment department uses for testing."

(End of this chapter)