Lu Mingfei, become the King of Elden!

Chapter 373 Mysterious Bald Man

A publicly funded trip?! And to Japan?!
For a seasoned otaku like him, who grew up immersed in the world of ACG (Anime, Comics, and Games), this was like throwing a mouse into a rice bin or letting a hungry wolf into a sheep's den—he was so happy he forgot all about home!
"No problem!" Lu Mingfei said quickly, as if afraid that Angers would change his mind. "Absolutely no problem! Principal, rest assured, I guarantee I'll complete the mission! I'm practically growing mushrooms all over my body from staying at school so long, I really need to stretch my muscles!"
When are we leaving? Or... how about we just go back with Director Yuan? We could catch up on the way, how perfect!

Angers stared at the young man's suddenly radiant face, a face clearly bearing the dangerous words "maid café," "figure wall," and "hot spring inn." He rubbed his throbbing temples; his century-old composure was crumbling.

This guy will probably rush to the comic book store with his academy black card as soon as he lands, right? He'll probably belt out "The Cruel Angel's Thesis" at an izakaya late at night, right? He'll probably be snapping photos at every pilgrimage site, right?
Perhaps the reason he was eventually repatriated by the Japanese branch was that he "painted the Tokyo Tower in EVA colors".

He began to seriously doubt whether his decision was correct.

“Not now, Mingfei.” Angers shook his head slightly, picked up his teacup and took a sip. “There are still a lot of things to discuss and plan. The Snake Clan is not an ordinary tourist attraction; you need to be fully prepared.”

“Now,” Angers pointed to the door, “you can go back and continue your alchemical experiments. Remember to deal with the loss list Professor Manstein sent. I’ll have Norma let you know when everything is ready.”

Lu Mingfei nodded, hoisted the extravagantly designed greatsword, and walked out. As he reached the door, he suddenly turned back:

"Principal, is it possible to apply for an additional allowance?"

"go out."

Angers said expressionlessly.
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The border, on the mountain road where Lienia and Nymgfó meet.

Lu Mingfei quickly retreated, then suddenly dodged to the side. The huge, pale head, like a vengeful ghost, flew past his armor and slammed into the ground behind him. The cold, deathly energy spread out before gradually disappearing into the world.

The skeleton-like being draped in black and white rags raised its decaying scythe high, attempting to release the prayer once more, but was kicked away by Lu Mingfei, its skeleton scattering all over the ground.

However, the battle did not end there.

Under Lu Mingfei's gaze, black and white intertwined spiritual flames began to rise from those decaying bones. These were the soul powers corrupted by "death," the culprits that trapped the dead in their bodies, unable to escape.

Click!Click!Click!
The skeleton scratched its head, reformed itself into its original form, gripped a graveyard scythe made of bent tree branches, and stared intently at its enemy.

Lu Mingfei was already prepared.

He crossed his arms in front of him, murmured a sacred prayer, and holy gold slowly flowed, eventually converging at a single point before suddenly erupting.

【reject】!
The powerful shockwave sent the Deathborn flying, knocking down another Deathborn not far away.

As the name of this prayer suggests, it will reject everything else.

Lu Mingfei flicked his wrist. The power from his two fingers and the Golden Tree made the Dragon Feast Mark directly imprinted on his hand slightly uncomfortable, but it was still within a tolerable range.

He looked into the distance, and to his disappointment, the two dead beings stood up again.

"Even if the soul is damaged to the point of losing consciousness, can it still keep dying and being resurrected? The power of the Death Rune is truly terrifying."

Lu Mingfei pondered:

"However, since even the power of the Golden Tree cannot suppress it, there is no need to experiment further."

Thinking of this, Lu Mingfei's eyes narrowed, and he firmly gripped the King's Army Greatsword with both hands.

He held his breath, and countless complex formulas and geometric principles of the Golden Law basicism flashed through his mind, transforming into the trajectory of the driving force.

hum-

A huge and sacred emblem suddenly appeared in the air before him—

That's a symbol of the Golden Law fundamentalism!
The main body is a stable and precise inverted triangle, surrounded by ancient inscriptions that flow with a faint light. At the center of the emblem is the complex and magnificent phantom of the Elden Ring, representing the fundamental law of the world!

Immediately afterwards, the Monarch Army Greatsword in Lu Mingfei's hand began to change. A pure and blazing golden light enveloped it, and energy gathered and flowed on the blade, making the blade look as if it were forged from solidified golden holy light.

【Holy Law Sword】!
[One of the prayers in the fundamentalism of the Golden Law. A prayer performed by those who hunt the Deadborn. It is especially harmful to the Deadborn, who, once defeated by this prayer, will not rise from the dead.]

The hunters intended to eradicate the corrupted laws—
Everything was for the sake of achieving the perfection of the Golden Law.

This newly acquired fundamentalist prayer comes from D, but D's teaching level is worrying. In the end, I was able to learn it thanks to Colin's patient explanation and Serena's simple and straightforward formula analysis.

Without further hesitation, Lu Mingfei suddenly swung his sword at the two Deathborn Ones who had just regained their footing!
Noisy!
The radiant greatsword sliced ​​through the body of the Deathborn One, producing a slight burning sound, as if something had been completely severed.

The skeletons' bodies scattered, the spirit fire went out, and with a faint sigh, they were finally released.

Lu Mingfei stood with his sword in hand, muttering to himself:
"I couldn't save you... so rest in peace."

He knew that these unborn beings were probably just ordinary creatures in life, but they were imprisoned by the laws of death, unable to find peace, and wandering for eternity.

He could not reverse the corruption of the runes of death, nor could he restore them to their original state. The only thing he could do was to give them complete peace and free them from this eternal torment.

After the battle ended, Lu Mingfei sheathed the King's Army Greatsword, and the sacred golden light within it completely subsided.

He drew his more familiar greatsword, the Knight of the Lost Home, and gazed at the dilapidated church in the distance, long abandoned and overgrown with vines.

There might be something hidden there.

Lu Mingfei tiptoed, like a wary cat, slowly approaching the half-collapsed entrance to the church.

Light streamed through the broken dome, casting dappled beams of light onto the dusty, gravelly ground.

Beside a crumbling statue, he saw a figure.

He was a man dressed in a slightly worn blue robe in the style of a magic academy, and what was most striking was his bald head.

He sat on a bench, his body slightly hunched, seemingly studying something on the ground.

"A mage?" Lu Mingfei pondered. "He looks like... a normal person?"

He relaxed his tense nerves slightly, but the habits he had developed from years of adventure kept him vigilant.

He pointed the tip of his sword diagonally at the ground, a common gesture indicating no immediate intention to attack, and then slowly walked over.

"Hey……"

Lu Mingfei tentatively made a sound, breaking the silence in the church.

The bald-headed monk suddenly raised his head and turned around like a startled rabbit, his movements so fast they were almost neurotic.

His face looked somewhat weathered, but his eyes were exceptionally bright, one could even say... a bit too "piercing".

He stared intently at Lu Mingfei, as if trying to see right through him.

The sudden gaze startled Lu Mingfei, and he instinctively tightened his grip on the sword hilt.

Immediately afterwards, the bald monk spoke at an extremely fast pace, his voice echoing in the empty church:

"Ten runes! My friend! Just ten runes!"

Lu Mingfei's lips twitched slightly, feeling as if he had seen this scene before.

(End of this chapter)