Lu Mingfei, become the King of Elden!

Chapter 359 Rainy Night, Small Town, Deadpool (Bonus Chapter 4)

After the meeting, the board members left the weathered old building together.

Luxury cars lined the entrance, and envoys dressed in black stood solemnly at the gate to welcome the board members.

Lu Mingfei walked to the door, looked up at the sky, and saw that the azure color had been covered by gray rain clouds that had drifted in from nowhere.

Portofino has a typical Mediterranean climate, with hot, dry summers and mild, rainy winters.

It is now late autumn, a time of frequent rain.

Angers got into the back seat of the car, and the window slowly rolled down. He looked at Lu Mingfei standing on the porch, raising an eyebrow slightly:

"I need to have a word with that old man Beowulf. Do you want to come?"

Lu Mingfei shook his head, his gaze still fixed on the gloomy sky in the distance: "No need. I want to take a walk to clear my head; after all, the scenery here is quite nice."

A damp Mediterranean breeze of late autumn brushed against his hair. Angers glanced at the increasingly gloomy sky, took a long-handled black umbrella from inside the car, and handed it out the window.

"Take it, it looks like it's going to rain."

Lu Mingfei took the umbrella; it felt heavy and solid, made of ebony. The canopy was made of some kind of special waterproof fabric, which remained perfectly still in the rising wind.

"Then I'll leave first."

Angers rolled up the car window, and the silver Rolls-Royce slowly drove away.

Lu Mingfei stood alone under the porch of the ancient building, watching the vehicles disappear at the end of the winding mountain road.

He opened his black umbrella and caught the first raindrop that fell.

The rain gradually enveloped the entire harbor, making the colorful houses appear hazy and serene.

He walked slowly along the stone path, the edge of his umbrella casting a shadow in front of him, his footsteps sounding particularly clear on the empty street.

In the distance, on the sea, the last yacht was leaving the harbor, like a white seabird skimming across the gray water.

The rain began to fall completely.

The pattering raindrops brought a misty vapor, and the raindrops gently tapped on the umbrella, making a soft sound.

Lu Mingfei walked slowly along the wet stone path, enjoying the long-lost tranquility.

The colorful houses spread out in the rain, like a watercolor painting.

He took a deep breath of the air, which smelled of seawater and rain, and his tense nerves gradually relaxed.

This is indeed a great place for a vacation, he thought.

Maybe next time we can invite Ling or Senior Brother Chu to come together—although it's hard to imagine Chu Zihang lying on a beach chair in a floral shirt.

The thought made him smile unconsciously.

He recalled what Subaru Natsuki had told him before he left: "Sometimes, having a good meal and seeing friends is the best way to live."

Indeed, such days are not bad.

But then, another face suddenly appeared before him—the one with the single eye and reddish-brown hair. Without her cool voice in his ears, without her fresh and gentle aura, he felt a little uneasy.

The rain gradually intensified, splashing tiny droplets of water on the stone path.

Lu Mingfei stopped and looked at the gray sea. The girl who always silently stayed by his side was probably doing something else. He suddenly realized that the traces of certain people's existence had long been deeply imprinted in every crevice of his life.

The black umbrella spun slowly in the rain as he continued walking forward.

The weather here changes quickly. The light drizzle intensifies, pounding against the windows. Fewer and fewer pedestrians are on the street, so Lu Mingfei has to quicken his pace and head towards the hotel.

Lu Mingfei's footsteps echoed through the empty street, growing increasingly hurried. The rain poured down, enveloping the world in a greyish-white mist. He looked around; the windows of the colorful houses were tightly shut, and not a single stray cat could be seen.

"Do people here not like going out on rainy days?"

He muttered to himself, his brows gradually furrowing.

No. This is not an ordinary rainstorm.

The sound of raindrops hitting the stone pavement was so dense that it almost became a deafening roar. Visibility was so low that one could only see a few steps in front of them; the whole world seemed to be submerged in murky water.

A chill slowly crept up my spine.

He stopped abruptly, his right hand clenching loosely.

Subtle ripples appeared in the air, and an ancient, dark red straight sword materialized in his hand.

The sword was covered with mysterious runes, which gleamed faintly in the dim light.

The sound of rain suddenly became distant, as if it were coming through a thick layer of glass.

The buildings on both sides of the street began to distort, and the colors flowed down like an oil painting soaked in water.

"Nibelungen".

He uttered those four words softly, his golden eyes igniting in the rain.

Lu Mingfei stood with his sword in hand, and rainwater floated eerily around him.

The runes on the straight sword lit up one after another, like stars awakening in the dark night.

Water droplets twisted and deformed in the air, frantically gathering into clusters.

The clumps of liquid writhed and stretched, eventually solidifying into twisted figures draped in jet-black cloaks. The hems of the cloaks fluttered even without wind, occasionally revealing gleaming white claws. Several figures held ancient-style swords, their blades gleaming eerily in the rain.

They stood in silent formation, like a funeral procession, slowly approaching Lu Mingfei. Beneath the cloaks were no faces, only unfathomable darkness.

"Deadpool?"

Lu Mingfei muttered to himself as crimson energy surged from his body, slowly enveloping the sword.

He flicked his wrist, and the tip of the sword drew a crimson arc in the rain.

"bring it on."

He spoke softly, the light in his golden eyes growing even more intense.

The first dark figure suddenly accelerated, its claws tearing through the rain.

Lu Mingfei dodged to the side, and the Ouhe sword followed suit, slashing diagonally. The sword flew an arm's length away as if controlled by an arm, directly cleaving the dark figure in two.

The sensation from the sword's edge made him frown.

It didn't feel like it was cutting into flesh and blood; rather, it felt like it was striking a layer of incredibly tough artificial leather, with a kind of unsettling resistance.

The cleaved shadow did not splatter blood, but instead lay straight down in the water, silent and still.

"An alchemical creation made from Deadpool?"

He muttered to himself, the light in his golden eyes growing even sharper.

More shadowy figures surged in from all directions.

Their movements were perfectly synchronized, and the sound of swords slicing through the air blended with the sound of rain to create an eerie symphony.

Lu Mingfei maneuvered and weaved within the encirclement, his sword flashing like a tapestry.

Each sword strike precisely shattered a dark shadow, but these bizarre monsters seemed endless in the space.

More shadowy figures emerged from the rain, one or two of them being particularly large, almost twice the size of their kind. They held weapons that emitted an ominous, cold light, and Lu Mingfei could sense the alchemical matrix inscribed on them.

"Wow, there are elite monsters too."

Lu Mingfei raised an eyebrow, sheathed the Ohe sword, and then, in a flash, two elegant and ancient knight's greatswords appeared in his hands.

(End of this chapter)