Lu Mingfei, become the King of Elden!

Chapter 304 This is... the Hundred Faces of the Crucible?

Its long golden tail swept out, its appearance both primal and sacred, leaving a trail of howling winds in its wake.

Lu Mingfei had no choice but to hastily sheathe his sword to block. He was forced to retreat several steps by the brute force, but his body remained stable. A strong energy emanated from his soul, making his body powerful and robust.

This is precisely the effect of the Great Goat Amulet.

But his two comrades were not so lucky.

Roger's Radiant Sword Array collapsed instantly under this sweeping attack, and the magical Radiant Swords turned into specks of starlight and disappeared into the air.

The worst off was Svengar, the old knight who was already injured and didn't have time to dodge completely, and could only barely raise his halberd to parry.

The long golden tail lashed out at his weapon, sending him and his halberd flying.

His strength was not outstanding in the Knights, and he was also old, so it was impossible for him to be like a strongman like O'Neill, who was over a thousand years old and still maintained a near-peak fighting strength.

Facing this knight who came from ancient times is still too much of a challenge.

Svengar struggled to his feet, coughed twice, and instead of immediately joining the battle, stared blankly ahead, muttering to himself:
"This is... the Furnace of a Hundred Forms. How many years has it been since I've seen it?"

The Forge Knight stood silently in place, his long golden tail swaying slowly behind him as if it were a living thing, before gradually dissipating and turning into nothingness.

The red light under his helmet seemed to intensify, as if proclaiming: this is his true strength.

Lu Mingfei wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and his dragon-transformed hand gripped the greatsword even tighter.

He realized that the battle was far more difficult than he had imagined, and he had to give it his all to bring the other two back safe and sound.

Lu Mingfei loosely clenched his left hand, and the space in his palm suddenly began to distort.

A dazzling golden arc slowly emerged, the power flowing within it turning the surrounding air golden.

Those were fragments of an ancient vessel that once bore the blessings of the Elden Ring, runic arcs.

“Crack—”

As he applied force with his fingertips, a crisp cracking sound rang out.

The rune arc shattered instantly, transforming into countless streams of light that entered his body.

The next moment, a terrifying energy surge erupted from Lu Mingfei's center.

Grik's Great Rune was fully activated.

Lu Mingfei simply withdrew his armor, letting the grotesque bone spurs grow on his body.

Dark red dragon energy coursed across his body, intertwining with his black dragon-transformed scales to create eerie yet majestic patterns.

The already surging dragon blood was now like boiling lava, and the light in its golden eyes was so intense that it was impossible to look directly at it.

"This is... the power of the Great Rune?"

Roger gripped his rapier tightly, his eyes wide as he stared at Lu Mingfei, who was gradually transforming into a dragon, his heart filled with shock.

Roger had heard other faded figures mention in the Hall of the Round Table that the knight who traversed Nymgford and Galid was a dragon-eater.

At the time, he took it as just a rumor and didn't pay much attention to it.

But at this moment, witnessing Lu Mingfei's bulging muscles and ferocious bone spurs, his swollen body containing an almost savage explosive power, his body surface interwoven with black scales and dark red patterns like a primitive and majestic totem, Roger truly understood what a "Dragon Eater" was.

His rapier unconsciously drooped a little lower, and his Adam's apple bobbed slightly.

This usually composed and elegant magic swordsman realized for the first time with such clarity the gap between himself and those who were truly strong.

That's no longer a difference in strength, but a difference in the level of life.

"Perhaps... focusing on being a scholar wouldn't be so bad..."

Roger chuckled to himself, a bitter smile playing on his lips.

He recalled his magnificent skills, which he was so proud of, and how pale they seemed in the face of such pure power at this moment.

But the next moment, he gripped the rapier tightly again, and the chalcedony on his glove glowed blue.

Even knowing he was outmatched, the pride of the Faded One wouldn't allow him to back down. And before them, the Forge Knight, who had remained silent all along, made a noticeable reaction for the first time. He lowered his stance slightly, raised his greatsword to his chest, and held his red greatsword horizontally to the side of the shield, adopting an unprecedentedly cautious posture.

"Greek's Great Rune"

A deep, hoarse voice clearly emanated from beneath the red armor.

Furnace Red's gaze was fixed on Lu Mingfei, his eyes flickering as if he were pondering and assessing.

On the armor forged from red gold, the ancient patterns seemed to be awakened, beginning to flow faster and radiating a more intense light than before.

Lu Mingfei could sense that the other party's aura was undergoing a subtle change.

He slowly raised his face, which was covered by gold and red patterns, and said softly:

"Now, the second round begins."

hum.

The golden mark on the Forge Knight's chest suddenly bloomed, and in the dazzling light, a hideous beast horn phantom instantly condensed above his head.

The giant horn, wreathed in primal life force and shimmering with a molten gold-like luster, charged toward Lu Mingfei with each heavy step, sending golden fragments flying everywhere.

Lu Mingfei's golden eyes shone brightly, and his dragon-transformed body advanced instead of retreating.

His left arm, covered in black scales, bulged with muscles, and the Dragon Offering Mark on his hand glowed with intense light.

A dark red dragon blood mark suddenly appeared in the air, followed by an enormous illusory dragon claw that materialized in mid-air. Five sharp claws were wrapped in ominous red energy, each as sharp as a sword or spear.

"Roar--!"

A dragon's roar seemed to echo from the void as the dragon's claw, carrying a savage aura, met the golden beast's horn.

The dark red and golden light collided violently, unleashing a deafening roar.

Golden and dark red energy spread wildly in all directions, shaking the rock walls. Roger had to erect a magical barrier to barely stand, while Svengar was forced back again by the shockwave.

Lu Mingfei used his dragon claws to firmly hold back the golden beast horn, and the power of the source was constantly being consumed. The two equally primitive and wild prayers fiercely struggled in the air.

He could feel the ancient power contained in the opponent's attack; it was practically a manifestation of life force.

"This is the Hundred Phases of the Crucible?"

Lu Mingfei squeezed out these words through gritted teeth, his voice filled with suppressed excitement.

He hadn't fought so exhilaratingly in a long time.

The red light beneath the Forge Knight's helmet flickered violently, clearly indicating that he hadn't expected anyone to be able to withstand the attack head-on.

He exerted his strength suddenly, and the phantom of the beast horn expanded again, attempting to smash Lu Mingfei to pieces.

But this was the moment Lu Mingfei had been waiting for.

He suddenly pulled back and turned to the side, letting the beast's horn graze his chest, while his claws shot out like lightning, gripping the Forge Knight's right wrist that held the sword.

A glint flashed in Roger's eyes.

He fully understood Lu Mingfei's intentions.

Caria's Greatsword!
Roger's rapier traced an elegant arc, and a huge blue magic sword instantly materialized.

Unlike the hasty release before, this time the magic sword was more solid, and the radiant stone magic flowing on the blade was almost deep blue.

The timing was perfect.

Before the Forge Knight could break free from Lu Mingfei's grasp, the blue magic greatsword came crashing down with a piercing whooshing sound.

clang--!
The magic sword struck the Forge Knight's shoulder armor squarely, the sapphire magic clashing violently with the red gold, bursting forth with a dazzling blue light.

Roger dared not hesitate, his magic power flowing through his body almost to its peak, and he swung his greatsword out again with a whoosh!

(End of this chapter)