Lu Mingfei, become the King of Elden!

Chapter 147 A Surprising Story
When the storm subsided, Lu Mingfei knew that the tide of battle had turned.

The moment he escaped the siege, the rhythm of the battle was completely under his control.

In Eberhard's desperate gaze, the figure that resembled a demon more than the three Deadpools instantly transformed into a silver meteor carrying a storm!
The air was thick with the stench of blood and gunpowder, mingled with the roars and wails of monsters and the howling of the storm—all of which together played out the dirge of the bishop's doom.

When the last of the Dead Servants was beheaded, his unrecognizable head rolling to the bishop's feet, Eberhard collapsed to the ground in despair.

His face was deathly pale, as if his soul had been ripped out of him, and he was so terrified that he couldn't even utter a single word of pleading.

Yes, the great helmsman of the "Place of Dust and Mist," the bishop who carried out the will of God and single-handedly brought the sect to such heights, was actually just a coward who was all bark and no bite.

He didn't even dare to take the last dose of the evolution drug in a desperate gamble, lacking even the courage to perish together with the enemy.

He knew perfectly well that without his men, he was nothing.

Lu Mingfei was breathing heavily, sweat streaming down his forehead like a stream, mixing with the blood on the ground.

He leaned on the greatsword of the Lost Knight, supporting his slightly exhausted body, as fatigue washed over him like a tide.

The ground, walls, even the sword and Lu Mingfei's head and face were covered in Deadpool's filthy black blood.

Their blood had completely transcended the realm of humanity, like bubbling cola, carrying a strong corrosive quality that eroded the wall, leaving it riddled with holes and causing Lu Mingfei a burning pain, but it was not enough to break through the defense of the black scales on his body.

After a short rest, Lu Mingfei regained some of his strength.

The activated runes were circulating within him, like an inexhaustible power bank. Although the outflow might only be a trickle, it provided ample power for his battle.

He forcefully shook off the sticky black blood from his sword, gripped the hilt tightly, and walked towards the bishop, leaving a trail of blood with each step. His golden eyes stared indifferently at the bishop's face, which was completely distorted by fear.

“Speak,” Lu Mingfei’s voice was surprisingly calm, neither hoarse nor shrill, but carrying a heavy, bloody stench, like the whisper of death, “How did you know our whereabouts? Since Bochum, why have you been relentlessly pursuing me? What is your purpose?”

Bishop Eberhard leaned back in his chair, his lips trembling violently, and even the golden eyes that symbolized power in his eyes had long since gone out.

He kept his head down, avoiding Lu Mingfei's gaze, his voice broken and hesitant.
"Tracing? It's the guidance of 'dust and mist,' the omnipresent dust and mist."

As if suddenly remembering something, his face regained its fanatical religious devotion, and a manic glint flashed in his eyes:

"As for you...you...you are the key! The key to open the gates of God! To awaken the slumbering 'dust'! The offspring of Jormungandr, the World Serpent! His power...His blood...will lead us on the path to godhood! We will...become new...gods!!!"

puff!

Lu Mingfei, expressionless, yanked the sword blade that had been embedded in the bishop's thigh out, drawing a trail of foul blood.

He didn't even bother to look at the other person's face contorted in agony, but instead used the bishop's expensive velvet robe to carefully wipe the bloodstains off the sword with a hint of disdain.

"Stop talking about 'gods' all the time. How many of those things are any good? Do you really think I wouldn't dare kill you?"

He leaned down slightly, his golden eyes close to the bishop's face, contorted in pain, staring intently at him:
"Dude, I've killed more people than you've eaten German pork knuckles! Be honest, tell me! Who told you that?"

The excruciating pain and Lu Mingfei's undisguised murderous intent completely shattered the bishop's last shred of hope. Tears streamed down his face, and his voice was distorted:
"It was... a mysterious person! He... he found me! The recipe for Valhalla Blood... the location of that second-generation embryo... he told me all of that!"

He said… he said that as long as we capture you, we can awaken it with your blood! We can then obtain the power of God! He is the one behind it all! We… we are just tools…”

Eberhard's voice trailed off. At this point, even someone as foolish as him realized that he was merely a pawn, deceived, used, and discarded by those behind the scenes.

At that very moment, in a corner that neither of them noticed.

Behind Lu Mingfei, in the area filled with enemy corpses and monster remains, a body that seemed to have completely lost its life twitched slightly.

This should have been impossible, because right in his chest, a lost knight's greatsword pierced him and pinned him firmly to the wall behind him.

In pursuit of efficiency and deterrence, Lu Mingfei chose a fatal wound that pierced the heart rather than the usual decapitation.

In the border region, beheading is the most direct way to ensure death, but back in the real world, he subconsciously restrained this overly bloody method.

He made a mistake.

An error based on real-world moral constraints.

The monster's body structure had already undergone a terrifying mutation under the influence of the evolution drug and dragon blood; it... actually possessed two hearts!
Lu Mingfei's seemingly fatal sword strike only destroyed one of them!
The will, utterly twisted by the dragon's blood, and the life force provided by another heart still beating weakly, drove this broken body to launch a final sneak attack.

clang--

The greatsword fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

Lu Mingfei instantly realized something was wrong, and he spun around and twisted his waist to try to check the situation, but it was too late!

The hideous claws, covered in shattered scales, whistled sharply as they swiftly slashed towards Lu Mingfei's unsuspecting back!

A foul stench filled the air! They were too close; Lu Mingfei was in a position of bending over to interrogate them, leaving them no time to prepare!
Lu Mingfei's golden eyes suddenly contracted.

boom! boom! boom!
Three precise, crisp, and rhythmic gunshots rang out!

The gunshot rang out like the Grim Reaper calling roll, suddenly appearing at the door of the control room.

puff!

Dark red, foul blood mixed with shattered tissue gushed from the wound. The monster's massive body stiffened abruptly, the last glimmer of golden light in its eyes went out, and it crashed back into the pool of blood, never to be heard again.

The shattered wrist claw lay limply at Lu Mingfei's feet.

Lu Mingfei turned around abruptly, his heart still pounding wildly, the chill of death not yet completely gone.

Zero station is there.

A few strands of pale golden hair clung to her sweat-dampened forehead, her eyes remaining as calm as ever, without a trace of emotion.

(End of this chapter)