Lu Mingfei, become the King of Elden!

Chapter 305 Either you leave lying down, or I leave lying down.
This attack actually forced the Forge Knight to kneel on one knee, and a clear crack appeared where the blue torrent of magic had swept across.

Strangely, no blood oozed from the wound.

Lu Mingfei stared intently at the slowly healing crack, his pupils suddenly contracting.

There was no blood, only scattered golden shards.

The patterns on the red-gold armor seemed to writhe like living things, repairing the damage at a speed visible to the naked eye.

This is not a characteristic that ordinary armor should have!
A bold guess flashed through his mind like lightning.

This armor had long since become one with the knight.

The Forge Knights had long been completely transformed by that peculiar life force, becoming a special kind of life form.

"I see."

"Lu Mingfei muttered to himself."

The Forge Knight paused slightly, the red light under his helmet flashed intensely, and the golden mark on his chest lit up again.

Golden phantom wings slowly unfurled behind him, and the power of the Hundred Forms of the Furnace was fully awakening.

Lu Mingfei's golden eyes flickered slightly. He gripped the last remaining greatsword of the Lost Knight with both hands, and with a sudden burst of power from his feet, his dragon-transformed body soared into the air.

He spun rapidly in mid-air, and with the help of gravity and the force of rotation, the greatsword slashed down fiercely with a piercing shriek as it tore through the air.

Combat Skill: Lion Slash!
This is a combat technique without any fancy moves; it is a pure, violent slash that concentrates all the body's power into a single point. It is also the combat technique that Lu Mingfei is most comfortable using outside of his storm-type combat techniques.

The Forge Knight immediately raised his shield to meet the attack, golden wings fully unfurling behind him as he attempted to take the heavy blow head-on.

clang--! ! !
A deafening crash resounded.

The terrifying impact of the Lion's Slash sent the Furnace Knight sliding backward, his feet carving two deep furrows in the rocky ground.

For the first time, a disordered flicker appeared in the eyes beneath the Forge Knight's helmet.

He knelt on one knee, supporting his body with his greatsword; clearly, the blow had inflicted a real injury on him.

However, just as Lu Mingfei was about to press his advantage, the Crucible Knight suddenly raised his hand to signal a ceasefire, making an ancient gesture of reconciliation.

He slowly stood up, planted the red greatsword into the ground, placed his right hand on his chest, and bowed slightly.

"Stop, soldier."

Just as Lu Mingfei was about to press his advantage and had already prepared his greatsword for the "Lion Slash" stance, he stopped unleashing his combat technique upon seeing the Furnace Knight's appearance, but still did not lower his sword.

Lu Mingfei thought for a moment, then glanced at the other party with his dragon-transformed vertical pupils and said:
"You were the one who started the fight, and you were the one who called for it to stop."

"You've already said everything, what am I supposed to say?"

He seized the opportunity to pick up another greatsword that had fallen to the ground, and with a slight twist of his wrist, a flash of cold light appeared:
"Besides, you might not understand the situation; the advantage is on my side right now."

The Forge Knight paused for a moment, then a hoarse, weathered voice came from beneath his helmet:
"Your companions may not think that way."

His gaze shifted to Roger and Svengar not far away:

"Perhaps I'm not confident I can kill you, but what about your companions?"

The air suddenly solidified.

The golden light in Lu Mingfei's pupils intensified, and the dragon's might emanating from his body became even more dangerous.

He said coldly:

"Do you threaten me?"

He slowly crossed his two swords, the dragon scales on his hands making a rubbing sound against the metal.

The dragonification that had initially been localized began to spread wildly; black scales climbed upwards on his neck like a tide, and even half of his cheek was covered with hideous bone armor. "You'd better give me a reasonable explanation before I change my mind."

Lu Mingfei's voice became low and hoarse, with a buzzing sound like a dragon's roar:
"Otherwise, either you leave lying down, or I leave lying down—"

He suddenly shook his two swords apart, and the blades gathered a grayish-white stream of energy:
There is no third option.

The Forge Knight fell completely silent.

He was confident he could handle Roger and Svengar alone, but facing this dragon-eater with its mixed aura, the variables were too great.

This warrior not only possesses skills from multiple schools of combat, but what's even more terrifying is his unfathomable potential.

If you can unleash your power once and then unleash it again, who dares to say you can win?

The red light beneath his helmet dimmed slightly, like embers about to go out.

The hoarse voice rang out again, the previous fighting spirit gone, replaced only by exhaustion:

“I thought you were Grik’s henchmen.”

The Forge Knight slowly raised his armored hand, pointing to the runic glow on Lu Mingfei's chest that had not yet completely subsided:
"Until you reveal this great rune."

His deep voice was indistinct and unique, carrying an ancient rhythm:

"Moreover, a warrior like you, with your own flame burning in your eyes, could never submit to that descendant who is lost in glory."

Lost in glory
This description fits Grik quite well; he really is that kind of pitiful madman trapped on the throne by the glory of his ancestors.

Lu Mingfei narrowed his golden eyes, his expression unreadable on his scale-covered face:

"Do you have a grudge against Grek?"

"hatred?"

The Forge Knight let out a hoarse laugh, a laugh tinged with vicissitude and helplessness.

He slowly pulled the red greatsword from the ground and sheathed it.

“Hatred? No, that’s too shallow.”

His armored hand traced the emblem on his chest that resembled a blazing sun:

“We originated from the oldest and most sacred furnace of life. We once followed King Govre and used the power of the furnace to help ‘Gold’ unify the entire borderland.”

His gaze was fixed on the towering towers of Stoneville in the distance, as if contemplating the passing years:
"However, times have changed, and today they reject us, fear us, and condemn us, their original followers, as 'defilers'."

The Forge Knight turned and pointed to the passage behind him, buried by vines and rubble:

"After the king left, we went our separate ways. I had served Grek's ancestor, that great prince. After the prince's death, I had nowhere to go, so I made a pact with Grek to guard this main road into the city for him."

The red light beneath his helmet flickered faintly, and his voice carried a hint of mockery:
"As a result, he was afraid of my power and not only sealed off the elevator, but also imprisoned me here. The so-called agreement was nothing but an exquisite cage."

Lu Mingfei's dragon-like features gradually faded, but the vigilance in his golden eyes remained undiminished, and he never lowered his sword.

"So you're now a prisoner guard?"

"You can say that."

The Forge Knight nodded slightly.

“But I still keep my original vow—to protect this land from defilement. And Grek watched as the city was dragged into the abyss, bit by bit.”

Upon hearing this, Lu Mingfei frowned deeply, and the tip of his greatsword dipped slightly.

"What do you mean?"

(End of this chapter)