Lu Mingfei, become the King of Elden!

Chapter 285 A Mighty Man Descends from the Sky!

However, this was Guiller's last struggle.

A greatsword was embedded in its side, its head was severely injured, its wing membranes were ruptured, and its dragon blood had almost drained most of its life force.

But it still launched a final charge, driven by the dragon's tenacious life instinct!

Its massive body, dragging a trail of dripping blood, hurtled towards Lu Mingfei and Oreg like an out-of-control chariot!
Dragon blood splattered onto the bridge surface like spilled water, leaving shocking marks.

Lu Mingfei had just parried the wing attack and hadn't even regained his footing when faced with this suicidal collision. He only had time to sidestep, but the sharp dragon claw still grazed his chest armor!

"Thorn--!"

A trail of sparks erupted from the Lost Home Armor, leaving three deep claw marks that revealed the lining. The immense force caused him to stumble and nearly fall.

To cover Lu Mingfei, Oreg chose to confront him head-on!
He crossed his two swords, and the power of the storm swirled and condensed on the blades, forcefully resisting the dragon's head's charge!
boom! ! !
A deafening roar exploded on the bridge!

This time, Oreg was ultimately unable to completely relinquish the power that contained the dragon's last breath.

His spirit, already flickering from repeated blows, finally reached its limit under this devastating impact.

With a crisp, shattering sound, his tall figure suddenly disintegrated, turning into countless drifting rays of light that dissipated into the air filled with the stench of blood and sulfur.

Oreg, the Stormwing, was forced to return, his ashes now gone.

"Oreg!"

Lu Mingfei's heart sank, but he had no time to think about anything else at the moment.

After smashing through Oregon, Guiller's momentum finally ran out. His massive body plowed forward several meters due to inertia, kicking up clouds of dust, before coming to a standstill.

It was breathing heavily, and the scorching sulfurous smell no longer emanated from its mouth and nose. Only dark red blood mixed with foam and tissue fragments continued to overflow. Its life force was like a candle flickering in the wind, and it had clearly reached its last gasp.

Lu Mingfei suppressed the churning blood and the excruciating pain in his arm, daring not to be careless in the slightest.

He quickly grabbed the Holy Grail bottle from his waist again and drank the precious elixir inside, which contained a mixture of Red Crystal Dew and Green Crystal Dew, in one gulp!

A warm, healing power and a restorative effect emerged simultaneously, soothing his physical wounds and mental exhaustion.

His eyes were icy cold, filled with murderous intent.

The air beneath his feet swirled slightly, and the remaining storm power propelled his body, transforming him into a swift shadow as he strode toward Guileer, who lay collapsed in a pool of blood!

Lu Mingfei leaped onto the dragon's neck, his feet treading on the cold, hard scales.

He gripped the only remaining weapon with both hands, raised the greatsword high, poured all his strength into his arms, and stabbed it fiercely into the back of Guiller's neck!
"Pfft!"

The sharp blade pierced through the dragon skin at the back of the neck with unstoppable force, sinking deep and severing the muscles and fascia.

The scalding dragon blood found an outlet, gushing out from the wound and splashing onto Lu Mingfei's armor and mask.

To ensure absolute safety, Lu Mingfei even used both hands to grip the sword hilt tightly and forcefully stirred inside the wound!
Guiller's massive body then convulsed one last time.

It's over... This time it's really over.

Lu Mingfei let out a long sigh of relief, his tense nerves finally relaxing.

The continuous high-intensity battles and the boiling of Dragon's Blessing power consumed a great deal of his mental energy.

The dragon Guiller is undoubtedly the strongest and most tenacious of all the dragons he has encountered so far.

Although Nymgford's dragon Agil is agile, it is inferior in size and strength.

"Dragon's Bite Avenger" Agkith possesses moderate strength, but relies more on the unpredictable power of Crimson Corruption. As for the Lava Earth Dragon that dwells in the cave, its mobility is nowhere near that of Guirel.

The behemoth before us truly displayed the terrifying oppressive power of a dragon at its peak.

He stood atop the dragon corpse, calming his breathing slightly, feeling the Dragon's Blessing power within him roaring thirstily, as if countless whispers were urging him on.

He flicked the dragon blood off his sword, his gaze falling upon the massive body brimming with immense power, preparing to begin the most anticipated and crucial part of the journey.

Cut open the dragon's heart.

He crouched down and reached towards the dragon's neck, searching for the location of its heart.

Lu Mingfei muttered unconsciously, his breaths mingling with awe at this life:
"Finally...it's over...that big guy was really tough...we almost capsized in the gutter."

He drew his hunting knife from his waist, extended one hand to hold the dragon's body in place, making it easier to cut it open.

My fingertips were about to touch the still-warm dragon skin, and the sticky dragon blood between the nail crevices brought a strange sensation.

All that remained was the sound of the wind in the canyon and the "drip-drip" of dragon blood dripping from the massive body onto the bridge.

He lowered his guard slightly, his heart filled with longing for the Dragon Heart and the joy of victory.

Just now.

A fear stemming from instinct suddenly gripped his spine!

His movements froze.

My gaze involuntarily moved upwards from the wound, across the dragon's hide covered in hideous keratin and scars, and finally... met an eye.

The dragon eye, which should have been completely gray, had somehow quietly opened a crack.

His crouching figure was clearly reflected in his dark gold vertical pupils.

In the depths of those pupils, there was only malicious mockery.

Time seems to freeze at this moment.

Lu Mingfei's breathing suddenly stopped, and all the blood in his body rushed to his head and then froze instantly.

Boom, boom, boom.

He could even hear his heart pounding wildly in his chest.

It's not dead... it's waiting for him to come closer!

too close!
He was so close that he could see the subtle tremor at the edge of the vertical pupil, so close that he could feel the life fire within that pupil that represented destruction!
Within Guirel's ravaged body, some terrifying power seemed to be gathering anew.

The ferocious dragon's snout loosened slightly, and deep within its throat, a faint, dark red light was struggling to rekindle.

The shadow of death descended suddenly, in an ironic way!
A close call.

"drink!"

A roar like a lion, a thunderclap, resounded from the bridgehead.

A lithe figure leaped over like a shooting star!

The figure wore strange armor, a pointed hat, and an iron mask. He leaped high into the air, his body stretching out in mid-air. A strangely shaped spiral greatsword in his hand suddenly burst into flames, scorching and distorting the surrounding air.

He seemed to have unleashed a peculiar combat technique, using the momentum of his descent to slash down with the blazing greatsword in a wild and fierce manner!
(End of this chapter)