Lu Mingfei, become the King of Elden!

Chapter 362 Snare
Lu Mingfei continuously activated the wind element, and ethereal, flame-like air currents rose from around him, resembling the trunk of a Bodhi tree.

It was a pillar of elements, made of pure wind, spreading out like the branches and leaves of a tree, the leaves being reflective crystals.

Countless dense crystals surrounded the domain, and the enormous ice crystal spear was reflected in Lu Mingfei's golden eyes, growing larger as the distance decreased.

Lu Mingfei looked up and watched the shimmering blue weapon plummet into the raging torrent!

boom!
A fierce chill descended, and a tremendous impact struck the glass barrier, producing crisp, dense explosions, as if real ice and crystal were clashing.

Lu Mingfei opened his lips, uttering ancient syllables as he continued chanting. The resonating elements fought for him, constantly reinforcing the territory of the Glazed Brahma City.

The wind blew his bangs, revealing his sharp eyes beneath.

The domain of the Glazed Brahma City trembled violently under the impact of the ice spear, and cracks spread like a spider web, but were constantly repaired by the power of the Word of Power.

Lu Mingfei could feel the rapid depletion of his internal energy, but the golden pupils in his eyes burned even more intensely.

Lu Mingze is right. Every dragon on Earth is a top-tier mage. Given enough time to prepare, every attack they unleash is enough to destroy the world!

"Not enough"

He whispered, his dragon bones fully activated.

Hundreds of joints emitted a series of fine cracking sounds, granting him superhuman physical strength and perception.

Under the protection of the Glazed Brahma City, he could clearly perceive the energy flow of every alchemical matrix on the alchemical corpse guard's body.

The ice spear shattered against the glass barrier, turning into countless ice crystals.

The fine dragon scales completely covered Lu Mingfei's body, glistening in the rain.

He had fully entered a semi-dragon state, and the light in his golden eyes almost pierced through the rain.

Just as he was about to launch his charge, a second ice spear came flying in!

Left with no other choice, he once again opened the Glazed Brahma City, the crystal barrier colliding fiercely with the giant ice spear, producing a teeth-grinding cracking sound.

"Damn it!"

Lu Mingfei felt a surge of frustration. This passive, defensive fighting style reminded him of the unpleasant experience of being kited by a ranged mage in the border region.

"It's time to learn some ranged attack techniques."

The instant this thought flashed through his mind, the matrix on the alchemical corpse guarding his chest suddenly flickered—it was a brief gap in the energy cycle!

opportunity!

Lu Mingfei instantly withdrew his domain and launched a ferocious sprint the moment the matrix went out!
The rain left a vacuum trail behind him, and a gray hurricane began to gather on his two-handed greatsword.

"Roar!"

The dragon roared, its decaying body unleashing astonishing power. Its claws, covered in bronze armor, slammed down with immense force, attempting to crush this ant that dared to challenge the majesty of the divine realm into pieces.

Just then, Lu Mingfei judged that the distance was sufficient and slashed out with his two swords in a cross pattern.

Stormblade!
The whistling gray wind blades tore through the rain curtain and struck the dragon-like corpse guard's ribs with pinpoint accuracy.

However, the expected scene of blood and gore did not occur. The wind blades only left two light white marks on the bronze-colored bones before dissipating in the rain.

Lu Mingfei rolled away in a sorry state to dodge the slapping dragon claws, and when he looked up and saw the "scars" he had caused, he almost popped his eyes out.

"Holy crap, it's so hard?"

Lu Mingze's helpless voice rang out at the opportune moment:

"That's an alchemical creation, brother. Every bone of its is engraved with defensive runes. Even in its lifetime, this guy was a powerful being, one of the strongest offspring of the King of the Ocean and Water." Lu Mingfei rolled to the side to dodge the sweeping dragon tail, rainwater mixed with mud splashing all over him.

He stared at the dragon corpse, its face completely altered by alchemy, and couldn't help but ask:
"How did this guy end up like this? It seems dragons don't really respect the corpses of their own kind."

Lu Mingze's cold laughter was exceptionally clear through the rain:
"They were either punished or captured by a hostile ruler, and didn't even have time to leave behind their cocoons."

His voice suddenly lowered, carrying a hint of meaning:

"This so-called 'Odin' seems to want to establish his own army and kingdom."

Lu Mingfei's pupils contracted slightly as he parried another claw attack with his two swords, sparks flying everywhere.

"So this guy is collecting the remains of fallen soldiers," Lu Mingfei muttered, rolling away from the ice spear. "Using alchemy to turn them into soldiers who won't fight back?"

“That’s right.” Lu Mingze’s voice was laced with sarcasm. “How ironic that warriors who swore to serve their king to the death are turned into puppets of the enemy after death.”

The alchemical corpse guardian let out a deafening roar, its wings suddenly unfurling, and countless ice shards condensed around its body.

They formed a net of ice that covered the entire street!
Meanwhile, outside of Nibelungen.

Angers and Beowulf did not go far; their vehicle was parked on a hill near the port.

The rain was getting heavier, blurring the world outside the car window.

Angers held a glass of Scotch whisky, his eyes peering through the rain in the direction Lu Mingfei had left in.

"Old man, I'm quite surprised you could come this time."

Angers spoke to Beowulf, who was resting with his eyes closed beside him.

Beowulf snorted, his white-scaled fingers tapping his knee:

"I just don't want to see the Secret Party led astray by idiots like Frost. That kid named Lu Mingfei... he's interesting."

Angers took a small sip of the amber-colored wine, his tone filled with undisguised pride:
"He's more than just interesting. He's the dragon-slaying star we've been waiting for, a sharp sword capable of tearing apart the shadows of the old era."

Upon hearing this, Beowulf stopped tapping his knee with his fingers covered in white scales.

He remained silent, the only sound in the carriage being the patter of rain outside the window.

After a long while, he slowly opened his golden eyes, which were weathered by centuries of history. He didn't look at Angers, but instead took out a neatly folded document with a unique texture from the inner pocket of his old suit.

He didn't say anything, but simply handed the document to Angers.

Angers took the document with a puzzled look and unfolded it. His gaze swept over the contents of the document, and when it finally landed on the signature at the bottom, his fingers holding the wine glass tightened almost imperceptibly for a moment, and a crack appeared in the composure on his face.

Below that were four signatures that were enough to cause a huge uproar in the history of the Secret Society and in the legends of mixed-race people:

Beowulf.

Cadmus.

St. George.

Sigurd.

Each name represents an ancient and powerful dragon-slaying family, a cornerstone of the Secret Society's elders, a living legend. They haven't appeared collectively on any document in far too long.

Beowulf's hoarse voice, tinged with sarcasm, broke the silence:

"You haven't forgotten that even if the Board of Directors approves it, that kid still needs to be nominated and approved by our Council of Elders if he wants to actually sit in the position of elder, right?"

(End of this chapter)