Lu Mingfei, become the King of Elden!

Chapter 284 The dragon fights in the wild, its blood is black and yellow
Guillermo del Toro sensed a deadly threat. Despite the excruciating pain in its ribs and neck, it tried to raise its claws to strike the annoying tin can.

But Lu Mingfei was fast, while Oreg was even faster and his charging route was more cunning.

Before the dragon claw could strike, he had already flashed in front of Lu Mingfei, his two swords crossed, firmly blocking the ferocious dragon claw.

Sparks flew everywhere, and the bridge surface beneath Oregon's feet cracked inch by inch.

However, he managed to withstand the powerful blow with his immense strength and superb deflection skills, creating an excellent opportunity for Lu Mingfei.

A fierce glint flashed in Lu Mingfei's eyes as he swept past Oreg.

Lu Mingfei lunged forward and slashed, inserting the sharp blade directly into Gui Leier's left wing, then pulled it down sharply!
"Tear-!"

A tearing sound rang out as the tough wing membrane was ripped open with a huge gash nearly a meter long, almost tearing the entire wing in two!

"Roar!!!"

Guiller let out a hysterical howl.

It has completely gone mad!

With its right claw held by Oreg, it twisted its body violently, and its terrifying dragon tail, covered with spikes, swept across like a battering ram, tearing through the air with a shrill whistle!

This furious strike was incredibly fast. Oreg had just finished blocking the dragon's claw when he was suddenly attacked by the tail sweep. He only had time to hastily parry with his twin swords in front of him!
"boom--!"

As if struck head-on by a mountain, Oreg's heavy body was blasted off the ground and sent flying backward, crashing into the side of the bridge like a cannonball.

Gravel splashes!

With a dull thud, Oregon crashed to the ground.

He leaned on his sword, trying to stand up, but his white body flickered in and out of focus, clearly having suffered a significant impact.

This bridge-guarding dragon named "Guireel" is definitely one of the best among its kind, with terrifying strength!
Lu Mingfei rolled forward, the dragon's tail brushing against his back, the sharp wind pressure sending chills down his spine.

He tumbled to the ground in a disheveled state, half-kneeling to steady himself. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Oreg being blasted away, and his heart tightened.

According to Rodrika, ashes, as spiritual entities, are not invincible and have their own limits.

If their injuries become too severe, they will be unable to maintain their physical stability and will be forced to return to their original bodies.

If the soul is forcibly awakened for combat without undergoing spiritual restoration, it is highly likely to damage the soul or even cause the ashes to completely disintegrate.

We can't give it a chance to breathe!
The moment he rolled to his feet, the Dragon Feast Mark on Lu Mingfei's left palm suddenly lit up, the scorching red light seeming to be burning.

A phantom, complex dragon blood mark instantly appeared on his chest.

The Dragon's Blessing power within Lu Mingfei instantly surged and roared, a red light flashing in his golden eyes as he connected with the power belonging to the flying dragon within his body.

"Roar--!"

A majestic and violent dragon roar erupted from in front of Lu Mingfei.

The next moment, a ferocious and enormous dragon head seemed to emerge from another dimension, carrying a fierce aura that could devour everything, and suddenly lunged forward to bite!
Dragon Offering Prayer - Dragon Bite!

The illusory dragon head bit down with perfect accuracy at the head of Guileer, whose movements were slightly slowed!
The head of a wyvern is indeed its relatively vulnerable part.

"boom!!!"

The energy-based bite collided violently with the real dragon's head, producing a dull, deafening sound.

Guile let out a roar of pain and rage. His head was bitten and jerked back, the most vulnerable scales around his eye sockets shattered instantly, and blood even seeped from the edges of his dark golden vertical pupils, blurring his vision.

It was plunged into a brief period of dizziness and excruciating pain!

The Dragon's Feast power within Lu Mingfei surged with unprecedented intensity, as if urging him on and yearning for the life essence of this powerful dragon.

He placed the hand holding the sword in front of his chest, pointed the tip of the sword firmly at the sky, and tried to gather his strength.

hum.

The energy rapidly reached its peak, condensing into the sword's body. A strong will bound it, causing it to emit a soft white light.

Guile sensed the murderous intent coming from his side and tried to turn his head. *Bang!*
The grayish-white airflow slashed fiercely at his chest.

After a brief rest, "Stormwings" Oreg returned to the battlefield!

His physique seemed less solid than when the battle began, but his rich experience and superb combat skills perfectly made up for it.

Without his agile left wing, Guillermo del Toro's balance and mobility were greatly reduced, and his movements became sluggish and frantic.

Like a reef in the ocean tide, Oreg firmly attracted most of Guirel's frontal attacks. He wielded his twin swords in a dense and impenetrable manner, repeatedly parrying the dragon's claw strikes and sharp teeth bites. Occasionally, he could even seize an opening to add new wounds to the dragon's body.

Lu Mingfei seized the opportunity created for him by Oreg, strode forward sideways, and then, with the sword imbued with "Determination" swirling in a storm, plunged it fiercely into the side of the flying dragon—

puff!

The foul-smelling dragon blood gushed out!

Lu Mingfei was drenched from head to toe, his body bathed in sticky, scalding dragon blood. His silver armor turned completely blood-red, revealing a somewhat ferocious appearance.

"Roar--!"

The furious roar nearly shattered eardrums.

This deep stab to the side of the beast completely unleashed its final ferocity.

Guile abandoned his entanglement with Oreg, and his massive body burst forth with terrifying power. He twisted around recklessly, and his scarred dragon head opened its blood-red maw with lightning speed, biting down on Lu Mingfei who was right next to him. The speed was beyond imagination!

That was a desperate attack from a dying beast!
Lu Mingfei could even smell the scorching sulfurous stench emanating from the dragon's mouth and see its fangs, which gleamed like guillotines.

Lu Mingfei simply released the greatsword without attempting to draw it.

He desperately tried to retreat, but his right arm was a second too slow.
"Crack!"

With a metallic twisting sound, the dragon's sharp teeth gnawed fiercely at the arm guard on his right arm!
The Lost Knight's sturdy arm armor deformed instantly, and a tremendous biting force transmitted through the armor. Lu Mingfei seemed to hear his arm bones groaning in agony from the unbearable strain.

A piercing pain shot through me.

He had no doubt that if the damage he had inflicted on Guirel's head earlier had not affected the accuracy and power of its bite, if the arm armor had not blocked most of the impact, and if he had not been constantly strengthening his physique, his arm would have already separated from his body by now!

If Greck had taken its head instead, he would have been plunged into an even longer and more desperate struggle!

However, it's hard to say whether his soldiers are capable of hunting such a terrifying beast; it seems that only he himself could do it.

"Ugh!"

Lu Mingfei groaned in pain, cold sweat instantly beading on his forehead.

In that brief moment, Oregon stepped forward once again.

He drew both swords simultaneously, slashing like a storm at the side of the dragon's snout that Guileer was tightly gripping Lu Mingfei's arm armor, trying to force it to let go!
puff!puff!
In pain, Guile finally released his grip on the giant jaws.

Without hesitation, Lu Mingfei made a quick decision, reaching his left hand to his waist, grabbing the Holy Grail bottle, and tilting his head back to gulp down two large mouthfuls!

Dewdrops, brimming with life force, slid down the throat and quickly flowed throughout the body.

The excruciating pain in his right arm, as if it were about to shatter, receded like a receding tide.

The physical strength consumed was also greatly replenished at this moment.

This is the Holy Grail Bottle, the treasure upon which the faded at the crossroads depend for survival.

Before Lu Mingfei could catch his breath, Gui Leier's final counterattack followed.

The dragon's powerful vitality is fully demonstrated in its body.

The tattered left wing flapped violently, and although it could not fly, it slammed towards Lu Mingfei and Oreg like a broken giant wall!
Lu Mingfei's right arm, which had just recovered, was not strong enough to exert much force, so he could only wield the greatsword with his left hand and parry with Oreg.

"boom!"

The two men were sent sliding backward several meters by this fatal blow, their feet carving deep tracks into the bridge surface.

(End of this chapter)