Lu Mingfei, become the King of Elden!

Chapter 182 Response
Lu Mingfei looked at the veteran general in front of him, who was holding the battle flag high and looking heroic, with a complicated expression in his eyes under the helmet.

Of course he understands.

This veteran of the Storm King, who once served under the Storm King and later joined the Holy Tree Legion, had his dignity tarnished on the battlefield of Ionia along with the blooming of the Crimson Flower.

He felt deep shame for the disaster that Marlene had caused.

This not only destroyed the enemy, but also utterly destroyed its own legion and shattered the warriors' faith.

The ironclad code of knightly loyalty prevented him from betraying his lord, even though his lord's actions had such dire consequences.

In this abandoned battlefield, he guarded the pure golden needles for his lord, but his lord was nowhere to be seen, nor were any reinforcements sent.

Living on this scorched earth created by the Lord, guarding the key to fight against the source of destruction, is nothing but endless torment.

The disappearance of Michaela, whom he served, and the disastrous consequences caused by Malenia cast a shadow over his loyalty to the Sacred Tree, while the era of the Storm King seemed a distant past.

He lost a lord for whom he could truly wield his sword without shame, and he also lost the glory that a warrior should have.

So he chose this crimson battlefield as his final resting place.

To linger and guard is both a duty and a form of self-exile.

What he sought was not victory, but a "decent" end, a battlefield conclusion befitting his status as a general.

bass!
A cold, silvery glint flashed within the crimson.

Lu Mingfei gripped the sword hilt tightly, suppressing his resistance and pity, a heavy sense of mission enveloping him.

The nature of this battle has changed.

He was responding to a warrior trapped between loyalty and shame, giving him final respect and liberation with sword and blood.

The veteran and the young knight faced off in silence, the air thick with the fighting spirit of blood and fire. On this land far from Nymgford, the fates of the new and the old of the storm intertwined.

The first to make a move was an elderly veteran.

As the one being challenged, he should stand firm in the ring, display the composure of a great general, and wait for the younger challengers to come wielding their swords.

However, the battle-hardened general had waited there for far too long, so long that his joints rusted, his muscles atrophied, and his gleaming silver armor was eroded and mottled by crimson decay.

He didn't want to wait any longer; he craved battle.

Veteran Shaquille O'Neal suddenly exuded an overwhelming aura, gripping the flagpole tightly in his hand, the red battle flag fluttering and rustling even without wind.

He raised the flag high with one hand, waving it incessantly, as if summoning his soldiers, but his army had already been completely swallowed up when the scarlet flower bloomed.

Boom! !

As the great banner crashed down, the decaying old general shouted "Glory!" and white spirits slowly emerged in the void, coalescing and awaiting orders.

Holding guns and swords, with fine crossbows hanging at their waists, they stood resolutely beneath the banner, silent.

Perhaps in the distant Stormy Ages, before their exile, they had other names, but their former glory is gone, and now they are known as "exiled soldiers."

In their lifetimes, they were the elite troops under the Storm King, the sharpest spears of the Holy Tree Legion. They always carried out the general's orders meticulously with their superb military skills, tearing apart the enemy's lines.

Even in death, their intense obsession makes them exist as ashes and spirits, responding from the underworld whenever the general raises his battle flag!

The soldiers assembled and stood in formation under the dark red flags, so tattered that the patterns were no longer legible, awaiting the general's command. The general, meanwhile, was locked in a gaze with the king.

The king's eyes gleamed with dazzling golden light, like two burning suns, the beams piercing through the filthy air and shooting straight at the general on the other side of the battlefield.

For a moment, the general was intimidated by that ancient and imposing aura and dared not even confront it! But he still managed to suppress his bewildered emotions with his tempered and disciplined mind.

"It was a group fight."

Wang muttered to himself, hesitated for a moment, and then took out a golden arc from his pocket.

Lu Mingfei is determined to face the veteran in his prime.

The current O'Neal is no longer the battlefield general of yesteryear, but more like an old man at the end of his rope, which reminds him of the old Cavaliers.

He was unwilling to kill his master's friend, especially since the old man was a sane and friendly person.

In Christianity, pride is the first of the seven deadly sins. Pride is considered the most serious sin, the root of all other evils, and it challenges God's authority.

According to the Bible, arrogance ultimately led to humanity's expulsion from the Garden of Eden.

But inside Lu Mingfei, a heart was growing—a heart called arrogance.

He wanted to defeat him with absolute power and win the battle unscathed, not only for himself but also for O'Neill!

Click.

The golden light turned into fragments, falling onto Lu Mingfei's body and quickly merging into it; a wondrous change occurred deep within his origin.

Grik's Great Rune, the Law Fragment known as the "Gravity Ring," has been activated.

A powerful force surged into Lu Mingfei's limbs and bones, a strengthening from soul to body. His body became stronger, his speed more agile, his muscles bulging and swelling, and everything in the world became no secret to him.

He simultaneously completed his dragon transformation; fine black scales emerged from beneath his skin, covering his entire body; his fingernails fell off, replaced by sharp dragon claws. His bones crackled, and he began to transform from a "human" into a "dragon," fully activating his dragon bone mode.

O'Neil couldn't see the changes beneath the armor, but the powerful Dragon Devouring Force emanating from Lu Mingfei caught his attention. This kid, he really is a Dragon Devourer.

But that's not all. He even sensed the aura of a demigod, a powerful divinity, emanating from the young knight. That was—the Great Rune!

The Faded One possesses a large rune, which means he has defeated and killed a demigod, regardless of how he did it, signifying that he has truly entered the realm of heroes.

Who the hell is this deity?

O'Neill was so shocked his eyes almost popped out of his head. He began to doubt whether joining the Sacred Tree was the right decision. If he had known that he could find such a disciple while wandering the world, who would have bothered to work for a demigod?!
This guy might be the best one we've ever had.
O'Neal sighed inwardly.

Come on, young man.

Perhaps, the best ending for me is to let the storms of the new era blow away the remnants and afterglow of the past.

And the next second.

jingle.

Lu Mingfei rang the bell.

(End of this chapter)