Lu Mingfei, become the King of Elden!

Chapter 149 Offering Myself in Return? (Bonus Chapter for 200 Monthly Tickets)

The walls, floor, and even the ceiling of the entire chamber were etched with complex, precise alchemical matrices that emitted a faint glow.

At this moment, these matrices are operating at full capacity, continuously injecting energy into the enormous petri dish.

The air was thick with turbulent elemental currents, making one's scalp tingle.

Kleist stood at the foot of this enormous "heart," feeling as insignificant as an ant.

The omnipresent "thump-thump" sound pounded hard on his eardrums, making it almost impossible for him to breathe.

The ancient pressure emanating from the depths of his bloodline emanated from the next generation, causing his entire soul to tremble.

Is this what they're desperately trying to awaken? Is this the "dust"? The offspring of Jormungandr?
Kleist almost never came here, except for the time he placed the embryo into the vessel. After that, Bishop Eberhard forbade anyone from entering, on the grounds that they needed to maintain reverence and distance from "God".

Is this what they call "God"? A second-generation species that is slowly reviving?
Kleist forcibly suppressed the urge to vomit; his gastrointestinal system was in disarray due to extreme tension, constantly contracting and spasming.

Faced with such terrifying power, for a mixed-race person like him with only a B bloodline, this is a god!

His hands trembled as he reached for the lead box in his arms once more.

Upon opening the box, a test tube lay quietly inside. Within the tube were a few milliliters of viscous liquid—the "Ancient Dragon Serum" given to him by the mysterious man.

Kleist took a deep breath, his eyes filled with a desperate madness. He stumbled to an inconspicuous metal injection valve at the bottom of the petri dish.

He unscrewed the protective cap on the valve, revealing a tiny injection hole.

He pulled out the stopper of the test tube and, without the slightest hesitation, carefully poured the few milliliters of liquid inside.

The serum, like a small, living snake, flowed into the injection port and instantly disappeared into the complex network of tubes.

dong dong!

The pulsating mass of flesh inside the petri dish suddenly contracted! As if injected with a potent stimulant, all the blood vessels clinging to the inner wall of the glass taut instantly!
The frequency of his pulse spiked instantly!
Boom!Boom!Boom!
The dull heartbeat became rapid, like the beating of a drum.

The dark red culture medium churned violently, like boiling water!
The translucent membrane on the surface of that core mass of flesh undulated and rippled wildly, beneath which the deep purple substance emitted an ominous light, and countless fine lines began to spread across those thick blood vessels.

It is absorbing greedily.

The serum seemed to be the ultimate catalyst, igniting the dormant power within it.

A terrifying pressure, ten or even a hundred times stronger than before, erupted from the petri dish like a mountain collapsing and a tsunami crashing!
The entire underground space was shaking violently! The alchemical matrix on the wall shone brightly, emitting an overloaded hum!

The process of being devoured lasted a full minute.

suddenly!

The massive, pulsating core of flesh and blood suddenly froze.

The vein patterns on his blood vessels instantly became disordered, and a strong will violently pierced into Kleist's mind! The dark red liquid churning in the petri dish suddenly turned turbid and black, as if it had been contaminated, and the blood vessels clinging to the glass began to spasm and twitch violently.

"Roar!"

A deep, painful, and furious roar seemed to resonate directly in the depths of Kleist's soul.

No, that wasn't a roar at all; it was a pure mental shock!
The serum was like a potent poison; while it forcibly ignited the embryo's power, it also triggered intense rejection and pain, abruptly interrupting its development. Although the energy it received was sufficient, and the long time within the embryo was enough for it to develop a massive dragon body, it inflicted some trauma on its spirit.

This pain completely enraged the sleeping will!

Kleist's face turned deathly pale, and bright red blood flowed continuously from his eyes, nostrils, and ears. He had actually been shaken by that terrifying roar of pain, causing blood to flow from all seven orifices!

He stared in horror at the second-generation ginger embryo in the petri dish, which was twisting and swelling wildly due to excruciating pain and anger, as if it were about to burst at any moment.

The entire chamber shook violently as it struggled in agony! The alchemical matrix on the wall flickered, emitting a mournful cry as it teetered on the brink of collapse.

He dared not linger any longer.

No mission, no intelligence, nothing is more important than saving your life right now!
He let out a terrified scream and scrambled toward the narrow entrance to the maintenance pipe, crawling in on all fours and using every ounce of his strength to frantically crawl away from the secret room!

Behind him, a howling wind, like that from the depths of hell, followed him all the way through the pipe, relentlessly pursuing him, making Kleist feel immense regret.

He didn't awaken any gods at all; he awakened the devil!
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In the basement of an inconspicuous house on the outskirts of Cologne. A temporary command center.

The air was thick with the smells of instant coffee, sweat, and gunpowder. Several LCD screens displayed satellite images, energy readings, and encrypted communication channels.

This place is less of a "command center" and more of a gathering place for cattle and horses filled with high-tech scrap metal and a strong "classroom atmosphere".

"Phew...finally got rid of the 'killer embryo'."

A young technician with messy hair and dark circles under his eyes, slumped in his swivel chair, letting out a long sigh of relief as he looked at the green notification on the screen that "Medical charter plane has been confirmed to receive Chu Zihang."

"When those guys in the logistics department saw Senior Brother Chu's injury report, their faces turned green. They'll probably have to write another ten-pound medical report."

A tall, red-haired female team member next to her, chewing gum, scoffed:
"Come on, if you can pull the Lionheart Society president out of that place alive, the principal should be lucky if he doesn't give you a medal weighing a ton."

The captain was a man in his thirties, with a stubble beard but sharp eyes. He was frowning as he wiped his beloved alchemical revolver with a dirty rag, and didn't even look up when he heard this:

"What are you talking about! Is it your achievement? It was the 'S-class' who risked their lives to carry Chu Zihang back."

The young technical specialist leisurely swiveled his chair and picked up the instant coffee on the table:

"If I were Chu Zihang, I would be incredibly moved, and I would definitely repay Lu Mingfei with my body when he comes back. That's the right word, isn't it?"

The red-haired female team member rolled her eyes at him:

"You deformed, grotesque thing! What the hell?!"

Before she could finish speaking, the entire basement suddenly shook!
The coffee cups on the table started tap dancing, the data on the screen refreshed wildly, and instantly turned red! A piercing alarm blared throughout the small space!

"Report! Detected... detected... Holy crap!"

The technician with the messy hair stared at the elemental turbulence curve on the main screen, which was shooting up like a rocket, his eyes almost popping out of their sockets:

"Coordinates...Underground of Blackrock Manor! Energy level...Energy level...Damn, it's about to break through the A-level threshold! Dragons are awakening!"

　Tickets~ I'm begging for tickets~

　　
　
(End of this chapter)