Lu Mingfei, become the King of Elden!

Chapter 337 Who among you calls Mahjong?

The dark figure's deep chanting controlled the entire space. Under this ancient and great incantation, the blood-red light grew increasingly intense, until finally the metal vines shone like red-hot metal.

The light suddenly went out, and at the same instant, dark red steam rose from all the deep tanks.

The alchemical realm was destroyed, and the sealed space regained its freedom. Everything felt relaxed and fresh, and so... it was as if demons were dancing wildly!
The collections came to life, in a completely different way.

This place, which should have been a place of annihilation, like a coffin, is now bustling like a temple fair.

"Noisy!"

The shadowy figure shouted.

His rebuke swept across the land like a military order, and wherever it went, the collections trembled and fell silent once more.

"You continue playing."

The shadowy figure pointed to the music box. "Play a grand piece. This should be a magnificent reunion."

The music box made a few strange noises, probably to adjust the pitch, and then a grand march resounded throughout the space, as solemn as the booming of an ancient bell.

The dark figure slowly walked forward and stepped into the pool.

Here, the blue water and blood engage in their final battle, while the dark figure calmly wades across, the boiling liquid unable to harm him in the slightest.

He stared straight ahead, like a pilgrim.

In the center of the pool stood a circular metal altar. He climbed the altar and looked at what lay before him. “We meet again. I still remember our blood oath, and my vow to fight alongside you until our blood ran dry. But when I see you again, you have withered.”

It was the skeleton of a boy, with a heavy bronze hue, and crystallized eyeballs embedded in the skull's eye sockets.

Although it resembles a human skeleton, there are huge differences upon closer inspection. His body is composed of nearly a thousand delicate bones, some of which are fused together, while others form organs that have never been seen in any textbook. Two bundles of thin bones on his back open like fans, which are his wings.

His arms were outstretched, grasping the wing bones behind him; his skull drooped, like Jesus nailed to the cross.

Dragon bone cross.

The shadowy figure stroked the skull:

"You're not going to die just like that, are you? This isn't the way a Dragon King should die... Let me free you from your last restraints."

He slashed all the arteries in his wrist in one swift motion, and thick, pungent blood gushed into the pool.

The pool boils violently, but the evaporation of the water also consumes blood.

Both sides are evenly matched.

"Your resurrection will come at an even greater cost."

The shadowy figure muttered to itself.

With his ventricles and atria contracting at full force, he controlled his heart, squeezing blood out of his body in a way that no human could possibly do.

The blood slowly settled to the bottom of the pool, and with a deafening explosion, the entire pool of water shot into the sky, forming a circular water wall tens of meters high! This was a reverse-flowing azure rainstorm. The final alchemical domain collapsed, the enormous power that had enveloped the altar suddenly dissipated, and the last restraint was broken!

The majestic march reached its climax at this moment, as if Beethoven's spirit had possessed him, and the heavenly Ode to Joy had descended.

"Stand up! Constantine!"

The shadowy figure clapped and roared.

No one answered him.

The dragon bone cross remained still, showing no sign of life. Blue water droplets sprinkled on the skull, like a sudden drizzle.

The shadowy figure stared silently at the skeleton for a long time, then stepped forward and gently embraced him, like a mother holding her baby. "Constantine... so you really are dead."

"Please play us a mournful song."

The shadowy figure pressed against the skull's cheek.

The grand march abruptly stopped, and mournful music spilled from the music box.

"Perhaps it is because they do not know dreams that wanderers chase after illusions."

Someone sang a mournful, low song, as if plucking the strings of a dusty xylophone.

The shadowy figure turned its head, and another shadowy figure stood in the darkness not far away, with a wonderful figure, curvaceous and proud long legs.

"Oh, I didn't mean to bother you, just trying to set the mood," the shadowy figure behind said with a light laugh.

It was clearly a girl; her voice was clear and melodious, with a hint of arrogance.

The first figure in the shadows paused for a moment, realizing his predicament.

He didn't hear the other party approaching, but given his bloodline advantage, it was impossible for him not to notice.

There's only one explanation: the other person was simply waiting for him there.

His actions had already been anticipated by the other party. "Shude Mai?" He released the Dragon King's skeleton and slowly stood up.

"Hey! I'm actually that famous?"

With a snap of the fingers, lights shone down from the sky.

Mai Shude stood lazily in the beam of light, her arms crossed. She wore a tight black bodysuit, with two straight swords tied close to her thighs, and her long hair was tied into a high ponytail.

"I'm here to pay tribute to a friend. What are you doing here?"

The dark figure kept its head down.

“Stealing things, huh? The Well of Oblivion, where the Dragon Bone Cross is hidden, who wouldn't want to come in and take a look? It's just that the walls here are too strong; if you blindly barge in, you'll get caught. But somehow, the walls suddenly partially failed. It's like the lock on the granary door came loose, so of course we rats swarmed in. To pay respects to a friend? You're just a rat here to steal things. I'm the first, you're the second,” Mai Shude suddenly turned her head and looked into the darkness to her side, “He's the third.”

As if in response to her, the sound of a third person breathing echoed in the darkness.

"It's really interesting. We only need one more person to complete the mahjong table."

"The shadowy figure said."

Suddenly, a series of loud clanging and banging sounds rang out, as if someone had fallen from a height and crashed into a pile of junk in the corner.

Everyone's eyes turned to the source of the sound.

Amidst the billowing dust, a figure clumsily crawled out from a pile of rubble.

The man was dressed in gleaming silver plate armor, with an exaggerated dragon statue adorning his head. He looked as if he had just stepped out of a medieval-themed cosplay event, completely out of place in the modern world.

Mai raised an eyebrow, scrutinizing the uninvited guest with great interest:
"Now we have enough people for a mahjong game. But this guy... did he wander onto the wrong set?"

The shadowy figure silently watched the fully armored knight, his brow furrowed slightly beneath the mask.

He didn't recognize the origin of the outfit either.

The knight seemed a little dazed from the fall; he shook his head, which was covered by a full-face helmet, making a dull metallic scraping sound.

Then, he awkwardly straightened the somewhat comical dragon-shaped decoration on his head, looked around blankly, seemingly still not understanding the situation.

A slightly muffled sound came from inside the helmet, as if someone was deliberately lowering their voice.

The voice boomed:

"I heard someone say they wanted to play mahjong?"

He stood up and awkwardly brushed off non-existent dust from his armor, the metal gloves clanging against his breastplate.

He looked around at the three of them, tilted his head, and asked:
"So here's the question: who among you calls for Mahjong?"

Mai Shude chuckled, her high ponytail swaying gently with her movement.

"Looks like an interesting guy."

The shadowy figure remained silent.

He could sense a dangerous aura emanating from this seemingly comical knight.

“But now that everyone’s here,” the knight nodded to himself, his metal helmet making a slight scraping sound, “how about we change the game?”

He slowly drew the ancient-looking longsword from his waist. The blade was golden-red and engraved with special inscriptions.

"For example"

His voice remained deep and resonant, yet carried a powerful sense of pressure that made everyone in the room's heart skip a beat.
"Shall we have a real duel between knights?"

(End of this chapter)