Lu Mingfei, become the King of Elden!

Chapter 62 Three Cobblers

As soon as he finished speaking, the air of a lazy and unreliable S-class student from Kassel College vanished instantly. A murderous aura, as if crawling out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood, silently spread out, making the air in the stone chamber stagnate.

"That's right!"

Subaru Natsuki abruptly stood up, the black flames on his greatsword blazing forth, the aura of death spreading as if it were tangible, and a fighting spirit ignited on his face:
"Lu Jun, are you ready for your 'grand welcome party'?"

Shirou Emiya remained silent, simply donning the magnificent Carrian Knight helmet. A faint light flickered at his fingertips, and the elegant Carrian Knight sword hummed, pure sapphire magic flowing like water across its blade, illuminating the half of his face obscured by the helmet's shadow.

Needless to say.

Lu Mingfei gripped the greatsword tightly, the icy touch sending a warm sensation through his palm, while the dragon blood mark beneath his skin felt slightly hot. In the dim light, his golden pupils suddenly shone brightly, their molten gold gleaming intensely, as if trying to ignite the heavy darkness.

"go!"

The three of them, arranged in a triangular formation, cautiously stepped through the massive gate leading to the final courtyard.

The view behind the door suddenly opened up, only to reveal an even more nauseatingly desolate place.

This is not the sacred throne room one might imagine, but rather a desecrated and decaying battlefield ruin.

Stone tablets lay scattered haphazardly on both sides, and broken weapons were stuck diagonally in the ground, seemingly still covered with dried, blackened blood.

In the center of the courtyard, the corpse of a dragon hung on a spear like a trophy, the stench of blood filling the air.

A huge, bloated, deformed figure that was so unsettling it made one's heart pound slowly to its feet.

Grek.

“Leg extension” Grek.

His enormous body was forcibly sewn together from countless limbs that did not belong to him, with bulging muscles and skin that had a sickly color, covered with rough sutures and grotesque tissue.

Several arms were outstretched beneath the cloak, resembling the writhing of an ugly centipede.

The face still vaguely resembled a human, but his eyes were murky and crazed.

He slowly raised his head, letting out a hoarse, sneer:

"Dragons, who are also...descendants of dragons..."

His withered, twig-like fingers traced the cold dragon scales:

"Your power...is beyond doubt...capable of propelling me to a higher... realm..."

Grek slowly turned around, his cloudy, bloodshot eyes sweeping over the three people who had barged into the courtyard, before locking onto Lu Mingfei, who was standing at the front.

—The faded one who wields the Storm Knight's greatsword and wears the full set of Lost Knight's armor.

"Whose command are you under?"

After the War of the Ancient Dragons, the knights who had lost their homes joined different factions, hence Grek's question.

“Storm Knights, Second Seat, Lu Mingfei.” Lu Mingfei’s voice, cold as a knife, came through the mask, “I’ve come to take your head.”

The fact that knights of the old dynasty set foot in this desecrated royal court is itself the most biting mockery.

Greck's voice suddenly rose, filled with a fury that could incinerate reason, his cloak billowing like a flock of crows spreading their wings:

"You mere faded one, yet you have quite the arrogance! Kneel! I am—the Golden King!"

"Uh... this is Grek?" Lu Mingfei lowered his voice, trying to dispel the chill with a sarcastic remark:
"That's really bad taste..."

"Don't look at his limbs, look at his core movement patterns."

Emiya Shirou's voice came through the mask, chillingly calm:
"He reacted very quickly."

Before he finished speaking, Greck suddenly raised his deformed right arm, which was holding a huge golden battle axe, high into the air!
The heavy battle axe reflected a cold glint in the light, accompanied by a terrifying whistling sound that tore through the air, and slashed down fiercely towards the area where Lu Mingfei and his two companions were located with an astonishing speed that was disproportionate to its massive size!
boom! ! !
The battle axe, carrying immense force, slammed into the ground where Lu Mingfei had stood just a second before! The solid stone slab shattered and crumbled instantly, like a fragile biscuit! A massive shockwave, carrying debris and dust, spread violently in a ring! A deep crater was punched into the ground, and spiderweb-like cracks spread wildly across it!

"spread!"

Subaru shouted loudly.

At the critical moment, Lu Mingfei relied on his hard-earned survival instincts to tumble awkwardly to the side and backward. Gravel flew past his body like bullets, hitting his armor with dull "bang" sounds.

So fast!

Just as Lu Mingfei regained his footing, Grek raised his right hand and wielded two battle axes, one large and one small. A gust of wind howled around him, leaving Lu Mingfei no choice but to continue retreating. Unexpectedly, Grek raised his hand and unleashed a swift and fierce whirlwind, like countless blades, which rushed straight towards Lu Mingfei.

"How can this thing not follow basic laws and even track devices?!"

Lu Mingfei roared out and, with lightning speed, pulled out a Lost Knight's Shield from his spatial storage and held it in front of him.

Emiya Shirou approached without anyone noticing, his Kalia Knight Sword replaced by a staff, and a radiant shield of magical crystal instantly materialized on it.

boom!
Two layers of shields forcefully blocked the shockwave and the flying boulders! The magic crystal hummed under the strain, its surface cracking open!

"Lu Jun, watch out! There's one more chance!"

Emiya Shirou spoke rapidly, releasing his magical shield once more.

Smoke and dust filled the air, obscuring visibility, but the expected attack did not occur.

It was Subaru! His figure blended into the dust like a ghost, his greatsword, the Hunting God, drew a twisted arc and pounced with the burning Queen's Black Flame, forcing Grik to defend with his axe.

clang--

A deafening clang of metal clashing echoed throughout the courtyard as Subaru Raizuki's greatsword, wreathed in eerie black flames, slammed into Grek's hastily parried golden battle axe.

"Remnants of the storm! How dare you desecrate the majesty of gold!"

Greck's roar was hoarse, furious, and hysterical, as if the three men had trampled on his last vestiges of dignity, which were as laughable and pathetic as a candle flickering in the wind.

He gripped the massive golden axe handle tightly with both hands, the lion patterns on the axe blade clearly visible.

boom!
A deafening slam! Centered on Grek's bulky body, the entire courtyard floor shook violently as if struck by an invisible giant hammer! The intense shockwave nearly destroyed everything within the area.

"Is Greg really that fierce?!"

As Natsuki Subaru tumbled about in a disheveled manner, he roared in Emiya Shirou's direction:
"I don't remember it being like this when I played it!"

Emiya Shirou, looking disheveled, steadied himself and replied:
"No! His power and domain have both increased! He's been enraged! He's been fighting desperately from the very beginning!"

The heavy axe blade tore through the air, bringing with it a foul stench. Grek's spine, twisted by countless limbs, suddenly tensed, and his roar shook the royal court:

"Our ancestors! Please bear witness!!"

The axe flashed violently, severing his left arm, and blood gushed out!
He lunged at the massive dragon carcass, digging the severed arm into its cold neck, his voice twisted with rage, despair, and pain:
"Ah! Mighty dragon... Conquer your power...!!"

(End of this chapter)