Lu Mingfei, become the King of Elden!

Chapter 195 Men's Friendship is as Solid as Diamond

After obtaining the heart, Lu Mingfei parted ways with the enthusiastic goat knight, Teragos.

He will head directly to Red Lion City to prepare for the Battle Festival, while Lu Mingfei will need to go to the Great Dragon Church.

Lu Mingfei had been searching for a long time, and now that he was almost at the door, there was no reason for him to turn back.

Terragus had no intention of waiting for him.

The friendship between border regions has always been like this.

Everyone walks firmly on their own path, and when their paths intersect, they fight side by side; when the battle ends, they embark on their journey again.

After parting ways, Lu Mingfei rode his horse along Galid Avenue and soon saw the church.

To be precise, it's the ruins of a church.

From the outline of the ruins, Lu Mingfei could vaguely discern its former silhouette. The once magnificent cathedral was now nothing but rubble.

It was as big as four or five of the Dragon Offering Churches in Nymgford, with headless dragon statues everywhere. Just by stepping onto this land, Lu Mingfei could feel the gathering and surging power of the Dragon Offering.

These powers are sufficient to perform more powerful dragon offering rituals, helping the dragon offering recipient digest the dragon's heart, suppress the dragon's will, and obtain more powerful high-level dragon offering prayers.

High-level dragon-feeding prayers cannot be learned; instead, one must hunt powerful, high-ranking dragons, consume their hearts, and then it may be possible to comprehend the specific breath they emit.

The Little Dragon Church on the island of Nymgford was clearly incapable of holding such a ceremony; it was already extremely difficult for it to digest the heart of Yakir.

Therefore, Lu Mingfei has been trying to find the Great Dragon Sacrifice Church that Melina and the old knight mentioned, the place where even stronger dragon sacrifice power gathers.

"finally reached."

As Lu Mingfei spoke softly, he reached out his hand toward the center of the church, toward the carcass of the enormous flying dragon.

The dragon's corpse seemed to have undergone special treatment, completely transforming into a hard, cold statue. It was the very core of this cathedral.

Those fearless and uninhibited ancestral priests who worshipped the power of the dragon hunted down this mighty dragon and imprisoned its soul and power here with forbidden secret methods.

Around this bound offering, they built a magnificent temple and constructed a powerful ritual array underground to communicate with and guide the raging dragon's power.

In the golden age before the borderlands completely withered, perhaps countless dragon eaters like him, driven by a thirst for power, flocked to this place from all directions, performing barbaric rituals under the watchful eyes of the dragon corpses.

Their pilgrimage has nothing to do with gods; they only believe in power itself—cruel yet beautiful.

Now, this sacred land, which holds the obsessions of countless dragon worshippers, has finally welcomed another pilgrim after a long period of desolation and waiting.

He may be the last Dragon Eater, or he may be the beginning of another era.

However, he did not appear to be the only guest.

Click.

The heavy footsteps stopped abruptly, and the crisp sound of armor plates colliding came from behind Lu Mingfei.

Lu Mingfei turned around.

The visitor stood silently beneath the broken wall.

scarlet.

The first thing that catches the eye is a worn-out red hood, with the brim hanging low, completely obscuring the face in the darkness.

Beneath the brim of his hat, only two points of scarlet light flickered eerily, like will-o'-the-wisps. He was covered in a suit of silver armor, its style ancient and covered with fine scratches and faint bloodstains.

His left hand gripped a metal shield, its surface uneven and cratered, engraved with thorns and dragon patterns; his right hand held a sword steadily. Lu Mingfei held the Lost Knight's Greatsword tightly with both hands, his body slightly tense, ready for battle at any moment.

But after a long time, the hooded knights of the lost homeland did not attack.

Lu Mingfei hesitated for a moment, then tried calling out:
"senior?"

There was no response. The only sound in the church was the whistling of the wind blowing through the cracks in the walls.

"Has the rune rune been completely exhausted?"

Lu Mingfei frowned:
"Has his mind been corrupted by the crimson decay? But why doesn't he attack?"

This reasoning seems more reasonable. But if that's the case, why not attack? Creatures infected by Crimson Corruption are often stronger than before, but also more ferocious and aggressive.

Suddenly, Lu Mingfei noticed a detail.

Those two crimson eyes, though empty, seemed never to have left the dragon statue on his helmet.

A bold idea flashed through my mind like lightning.

Is it...

Lu Mingfei bowed slightly, offering a salute to the Knight of the Lost Land. It was a routine courtesy among Storm Knights.

Then, under Lu Mingfei's breathless gaze, the knight who had lost his homeland slowly turned his heavy body.

With a series of clicks, he turned around, started walking again, and followed the path he had come from, step by step, out of the church to continue his solitary patrol that had lasted for countless days and nights.

bass.

Lu Mingfei put away his weapon, feeling a slight sense of relief.

Just as he thought, this predecessor of the knight who lost his homeland was perhaps on the verge of "madness" and "not madness".

He may have long lost his clear mind, but he may have accepted a military order to guard the Great Dragon Sacrifice Church, and this order has been deeply engraved in his soul over a long period of time, completely turning into an obsession.

His remaining consciousness did not identify Lu Mingfei as an intruder, so he left and continued to carry out his mission as always.

Lu Mingfei withdrew his gaze and walked towards the central Dragon Feast Altar.

He needs power. Greater power, to face the battle festival of Red Lion City, to fulfill his promise to Melina, and to survive in this mad world.

Lu Mingfei stopped in front of the altar and slowly took out the dragon heart from the "corrupted" Agkith from his spatial storage.

A chaotic and violent aura spread out, mixed with a chilling, crimson stench of decay.

This heart contains the essence of the corrupt dragon Egkith's power, and as a corrupt dragon, its core undoubtedly contains the power of crimson corruption.

Won't eating this stuff cause a putrefactive disease?
Lu Mingfei stared at the dragon heart in his hand, which seemed to still be beating, warm flesh mixed with rock fragments, and hesitated.

Oh well, whether it's a blessing or a curse, there's no escaping it.

Such powerful dragon hearts are extremely rare in the border region. Lu Mingfei, you actually picked one?

"Anyway, I don't have to eat it myself."

He muttered something, stood still, placed the dragon's heart in the center of the altar, and then placed his hand in front of the altar, the dragon offering mark on his palm lighting up.

Lu Mingfei slowly closed his eyes and mobilized the dormant Dragon Feast power within his body.

(End of this chapter)