Lu Mingfei, become the King of Elden!

Chapter 364 If you want to die, then die.

The dark figure stood on the rooftop of a tall building, coldly watching the figures moving back and forth in the torrential rain.

Dense raindrops fell continuously, and water even began to accumulate in low-lying areas.

But the shadowy figure was strangely dry; every drop of water that reached it was blocked by a thin membrane.

Words of Power: Vajra Realm.

This upgraded incantation of the Netherworld is rare even among hybrids, yet it was being used by the shadowy figure to shelter from the rain. Any hybrid who saw this scene would exclaim, "Holy crap!"

"mortal."

The shadows whispered.

A moment later, the golden eyes of the shadowy figure suddenly burst forth with golden light. Despite the absence of any chanting, a special domain opened up! And at the same time as the domain opened, it even maintained another incantation!
The shadowy figure's pupils lost focus, and all the projections of reality gradually faded away, melting into the rain like an ink painting, replaced by countless lines.

Those aren't lines, they're... the traces of elements!

At this moment, the world opened its arms to her, shedding all pretense of color and form, leaving only the most primal flow of energy.

She stared intently at the chaotic, surging "lines," countless elements dancing wildly in the downpour, reveling and singing, following ancient and hidden laws.

Wind and water intertwined to form a chaotic ocean, but at the heart of that chaos, she keenly detected a discordant "smoothness".

found it!
It was an incredibly smooth mirror, a corner of reality that had been forcibly ironed flat and then slightly raised, the boundary where fragile reality and another dimension briefly met.

This is not the Nibelungen that monarchs have cultivated for thousands of years; it is merely a temporary creation, an ingenious trap.

That is why it is not perfect. The moment the door is opened and closed, the "gap" that is forcibly closed will inevitably leave a slight, almost imperceptible mark.

The shadowy figure is a master at finding those "points," or rather, there is probably no creature on this planet more adept at capturing and creating ripples than it.

Just as His spiritual power was about to touch the core of that "mirror"—

An instinctive sense of vigilance pierced his mind like a steel needle!
The shadowy figure suddenly turned around.

The scene reflected in His golden eyes stirred up his usually calm and undisturbed mind.

A man stood there silently.

Standing less than ten meters behind Him, on the edge of the rooftop of this skyscraper amidst the raging wind and rain.

He also stood in the rain, but his presence was completely different from the "King Kong Realm" of the shadowy figure.

The dense rain seemed to deliberately avoid him as it approached, not a single drop managing to touch the hem of his clothes.

He wore an exceptionally well-tailored black suit and a long, pale, eerie bird-beak mask that resembled a raven's beak, as if he had stepped out of a medieval plague doctor's nightmare.

Behind the eye holes of the mask, eyes fell on the shadowy figure.

"Are you going to oppose me, sister?"

The bird-beaked doctor's voice came through the mask, carrying a strange tremor:

"Because of a...human?"

The shadowy figure stared coldly at him, the invisible "Diamond Realm" aura around her rippled slightly, indicating that her inner vigilance had been raised to the highest level.

Her burning golden eyes pierced through the rain, as if trying to see through the strange mask and reveal the true face hidden behind it.

“So…” her voice was like ice shards rubbing together, “This is the real you.”

The bird-beaked doctor paused slightly, seemingly somewhat surprised.

But then, he tilted his head slightly, his movements elegant, as if he understood the subtext of her words.

"How about..." he invited, his voice carrying an irresistible allure, "join me?" "I don't trust you," the shadowy figure replied crisply, without the slightest hesitation.

Her gaze was sharp:

"That ant that stole Constantine's dragon bone... is one of yours?"

The bird-beaked doctor's voice instantly took on a distinct chill, as if the surrounding air itself had frozen:
"Ah... that good-for-nothing guy."

His disgust was undisguised:
"He was given the blood of God, yet he messed up even this simple task. It's truly... disappointing."

The doctor paused suddenly, turning the bird-beak mask toward the shadowy figure; its empty eye sockets seemed capable of devouring souls.

“It seems,” he said slowly, his tone becoming somewhat amused, “that ‘His’ power has ultimately fallen into your hands.”

He shook his head slightly, the bird-beak mask bobbing up and down, carrying an almost pitying mockery:

"How pathetic. If I remember correctly, he... was supposed to be your ally, right? Even though it was just a relationship of mutual exploitation, to devour him so quickly, you're truly something else, my sister."

The shadowy figure remained silent, neither admitting nor denying.

The bird-beaked doctor seemed quite pleased with her reaction. He slowly took a step forward, and although his posture remained relaxed, an invisible, suffocating sense of oppression began to spread.

"So, are you sure you want to stand against me for the sake of a filthy half-blood?"

The shadowy figure's golden eyes burned as she watched her "brother" approach step by step. The elemental trajectories around her began to fluctuate violently once again, and an even larger domain was brewing.

“My choice,” she finally spoke, her voice cold and firm, “is none of your business.”

Looking at the unwavering golden eyes of the shadowy figure and its poised and ready posture, the bird-beaked doctor finally became certain of one fact.

She devoured Constantine's dragon bones.

He raised his hands and spread them slightly, making a somewhat exaggerated gesture that indicated helplessness and concession.

Beneath the bird-beak mask, a low, enigmatic laugh seemed to emanate.

"Okay, okay..."

His voice softened, as if the tense and oppressive atmosphere from before had never existed.

"Do what you want to do."

He retreated step by step, his steps light, as if dancing an elegant yet eerie waltz on the edge of a rooftop.

The wind whipped up the hem of his suit jacket, and the torrential rain split around him, creating a scene that was both dreamlike and terrifying.

“After all,” he tilted his head, the eyeholes of his mask seemingly glancing down at the alley below, his tone carrying an unreadable mockery, “now… is not the time for us to start a war. The stage isn’t set yet, the actors aren’t all in place, and a show performed prematurely will always lack some of its charm.”

Before he could finish speaking, his body suddenly leaned back, like a puppet with its strings cut, and plummeted straight down into the abyss below, shrouded in torrential rain and darkness!
The shadowy figure's golden eyes suddenly narrowed. She took a step forward, rushed to the edge of the rooftop, and looked down—

Below, all that could be seen were streets blurred by the torrential rain, car headlights rushing to find shelter, and the cold outlines of buildings.

There was no falling figure, no sound of impact, and not even a trace of unusual energy ripples.

The dark figure stood on the edge of the rooftop, the light in its golden eyes flickering uncertainly.

She withdrew her gaze and turned back to the direction of the temporary Nibelungen where Lu Mingfei was imprisoned.

Recalling the words of the bird-beaked doctor and his certainty that he had devoured the dragon bone, an indescribable irritation and cold anger welled up in his heart.

"If you want to die, then die," the shadowy figure spat out the cold words through clenched teeth, laced with a barely suppressed rage, "yet you insist on bringing the Dragonbone Cross... to his territory to die..."

(End of this chapter)