Lu Mingfei, become the King of Elden!

Chapter 148 The Moon Reunites and the Stars Gather

not long ago.

Lu Mingfei felt that his right arm had lost all feeling, and every breath pulled at his shoulder blade, with tearing pain coming from all parts of his body.

Chu Zihang's heavy body pressed down on his back, and scalding blood kept gushing out, soaking through his already tattered combat uniform and flowing down his trembling legs, leaving shocking bloodstains on the ground with every step.

Chu Zihang was unconscious, his face ashen, and his breath barely audible.

Lu Mingfei's lungs felt like they were on fire; each breath carried a heavy, metallic smell—the smell of blood. His vision began to blur and sway as darkness pressed in from all sides.

He felt he was about to collapse.

Just as Lu Mingfei's consciousness was about to be completely swallowed by darkness.

Under the bright moonlight, a slender figure appeared before him.

zero.

In the dim light, her icy blue eyes, like two morning stars piercing through the mist in the night sky, fell upon the ragged Lu Mingfei.

Lu Mingfei's vision blurred, but a strange thought popped into his mind: it seemed that every time he was in a sorry state, Ling would appear in front of him.

He instinctively tensed his shoulders, using the last of his strength to try and straighten his back.

"How did you come?"

Lu Mingfei forced himself to ask the question.

Ling suddenly took half a step forward, stretched out her hands, and supported Lu Mingfei's body as he was about to fall. Her expression remained calm, as if she had never changed.

This time, however, Lu Mingfei used his remaining senses to see it—he saw the line of her slightly pursed lips.

She seemed to remember something.

"I'm here to save you."

Zero said.

The four clear words shattered the barrier that Lu Mingfei had forcibly erected, and his stubborn pretense collapsed.

In the event of a breakdown of consciousness, the body often reacts before the brain.

He fell forward like a puppet with its strings cut, his forehead slamming into that slightly cool arm. Before his last shred of consciousness faded, a muffled sigh escaped his bloodied lips:

"I give up."
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Zero withdrew his gaze.

Her golden eyes slowly lit up, scanning every corner and shadow of the control room like a sophisticated radar. They swept over the three hideous, half-dragon corpses, lingered for a moment on Bishop Eberhard's dead face, and then slowly moved away.

"One person is missing."

Zero's voice was completely flat and calm as he spoke.

Lu Mingfei's pupils suddenly contracted, and a chill ran down his spine.

He suddenly remembered—when he burst through the door, there was indeed an inconspicuous figure hiding in the shadows behind the bishop.

Archdeacon! Ignas von Kleist! From the moment he burst through the door and caused the ensuing chaos, the man in the deep purple velvet robe, with his ever-present humble yet eerie smile, vanished without a trace! As if he had never existed!
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Deep underground in Blackstone Manor, inside a maintenance pipe covered in oil stains, rust, and cobwebs.

Ignas von Kleist was crawling forward desperately, his expensive purple robe torn to shreds and covered in nauseating dark brown grease and dust. His signature humble smile had long been replaced by extreme panic and resentment.

He was breathing heavily, each breath carrying the smell of engine oil from the pipes, and each heartbeat resounding like a drum in his chest.

The distant, surging roar, traveling through the pipes, clearly penetrated his ears, sending chills down his spine and soaking his underwear with cold sweat.

Trembling, with hands slick with oil and cold sweat, he pulled a specially made satellite phone from the deepest part of his inner pocket. Fighting back nausea, he used his almost spasmodic fingers to quickly and accurately dial a well-known encrypted number. The phone was answered after only one ring.

"grown ups!"

Clyster's voice was filled with panic:

"The plan...the plan has failed! That Lu Mingfei...he's a monster! Your Excellency, I'm afraid..."

"Calm down, Kleist."

An unusually calm, even languid, male voice came from the other end of the phone:

"The plan is still under control."

Kleist was stunned:

"His...sir? The bishop..."

"Eberhard? A pathetic wretch consumed by ambition. He was just bait to attract attention..."

The man's figure remained completely still.
"His mission is complete. The alchemical matrix has been successfully deployed, and the nutrients needed by the embryo are being supplied continuously. This is the key."

Clayster was sweating profusely.

The man seemed to be getting impatient, and his voice gradually turned cold:
“Listen, now, pour the ‘serum’ I gave you into the embryo life support tank. Although that ancient dragon serum is not homologous, it’s more than enough to stimulate a next-generation embryo to awaken prematurely. The ‘nutrients’ provided by Eberhard, plus the previous accumulation, are sufficient.”

"Yes...yes, sir!"

"Once you're done, you'll know where to meet up. Remember, your value now lies in witnessing his power firsthand. Bring this intelligence back intact."

"Understood, sir!"

Toot, toot, toot.

The phone hangs up.

busy tone.

Only Kleist's heavy breathing remained inside the pipe.

A ruthless glint flashed in his eyes as he placed his last hope of survival on the mysterious man's command. He crawled desperately forward through the narrow, filthy pipes, using both hands and feet, like a venomous snake.

After climbing for an unknown amount of time, a faint glimmer of light finally appeared ahead.

A cold, ancient majesty emanated from ahead, its heavy oppressive force making every breath Kleist heavy. He knew he was almost there.

At the end of the pipe was a hidden, narrow exit, barely wide enough for one person to pass through. Kleist struggled to crawl out, tumbling awkwardly to the ground.

He got up, and the sight that came into view made even him, as the archdeacon of the "Dust and Mist" who was used to all kinds of forbidden experiments, feel a strong sense of dizziness.

This is a huge space located very deep underground, as if the entire hill had been hollowed out.

At the heart of the space was an enormous, transparent cylindrical petri dish, nearly the size of a basketball court! The thick, special glass gleamed in the dim light.

Immersed within the petri dish was a viscous, dark red liquid, resembling blood plasma. In the center of this scarlet "ocean," the brass jar that had once bound the "embryo" had long since been shattered by the force of its internal expansion, the twisted fragments sinking to the bottom.

The real protagonist is that mass of flesh and blood floating in the center of the sea of ​​blood, constantly pulsating and multiplying!
Its surface is covered by a translucent, thin film-like tissue, beneath which lies a deep purple, constantly writhing core.

Countless thick, gnarled, dark red blood vessels, like the roots of a tree, spread wildly from the core of this mass of flesh and blood. They pierced through the broken brass can wall and, as if they were alive, clung firmly to the huge glass inner wall.

Each beat caused the dark red liquid in the petri dish to ripple slightly, producing a dull "thump...thump..." sound, as if the entire space was trembling with the beating of this "heart"!
(End of this chapter)