Dragon Raja: Lu Mingfei's Bullet Screen Wish Machine

"The Zhou family, the Chen family, and Kassel—this small Kuimen area has actually gathered people from three major forces. It's quite a lively place."

With that soft laugh, a pair of golden eyes lit up from within the thick fog.

A young man in his early twenties crossed the river on a bamboo raft.

This man had a handsome Eastern face, but he dressed in a very Western style, wearing a shirt and trousers, and not only did he wear a bow tie, but he also carried a walking stick.

Beside him stood a middle-aged man with blond hair and blue eyes, a broad nose and a large mouth, and a strong build, carrying a knight's greatsword on his back.

"Zhao Xuzhen!"

Zhou Minhao's expression changed. "What are you doing here?!"

"Brother Zhou, what are you saying?"

Zhao Xuzhen's smile remained unchanged:

"White Emperor City was once the abode of the King of Bronze and Fire. Our Temple of Solomon suspects that a Dragon King is sleeping here, and has specially sent us here to slay this fiend."

"certainly."

He changed the subject:

"Before slaying the dragon, some of the scoundrels and scoundrels are really an eyesore, so let's get rid of them all. In your Chinese terms, this is called 'to pacify the internal before resisting external aggression.'"

This knight from the Temple spoke in a very calm tone, yet his words carried an air of authority, majesty, grandeur, and domineering—clearly the temperament cultivated from years of holding a high position.

"Mr. Zhao, you should think this through."

The Chen family representative stepped forward and said in a deep voice:

"We do not wish to be your enemy, but if you offend the Chen family, we may not even be able to remain friends in the future."

"I've already offended the legitimate Zhou family, why would I be afraid of your Chen family?"

Zhao Xuzhen looked at him and found it utterly ridiculous:

"We gave you some face earlier because the Temple Society discovered after research that people of Eastern mixed race possess some advantages that Western people do not have. We wanted to select talents to work for the Temple Society."

But things are different now. You might wonder why I, who have the same physical features as you, would say "you Chinese".

Because the Temple has already determined the origin of my bloodline, which comes from the Eight Hebi families of Japan.

Of course, the Japanese are nothing special, it's just that I've heard they've been weak for a long time and need a true emperor.

"Since I possess royal blood, I might as well try being the shadow emperor."

Lu Mingfei listened to his long-winded speech, which could be summarized in one sentence:

"I, Zhao Xuzhen, have long been a Japanese citizen!"

"Mr. Zhao Xuzhen".

Manstein said in a deep voice:

"The development rights for Bronze City have already been decided. Kassel will work with the Eastern Family to complete the Kuimen Project. Your interference now seems a bit... "

"Kassel College?"

Zhao Xuzhen sneered:

"Just because he has the support of a few nouveau riche families, does Kassel think he can be the leader of the mixed-race world? How arrogant!"

The Solomon Temple has a very long history! Let alone the mere Secret Society, even the ancestors of those old men in your Senate used to make a living in the Temple!

As he spoke, he looked up at Manstein, his golden eyes sparkling with energy!

Forced by the oppressive aura of this high-ranking hybrid, Manstein's face turned pale, and he actually took a few steps back on the spot.

"Zhao, stop wasting your breath on them."

The burly swordsman beside him lowered his voice:

"The longer we wait, the more things might go wrong; we should act quickly..."

"Um?"

Zhao Xuzhen frowned and gave him a cold look.

The Western swordsman seemed to be targeted by a powerful polar bear; his body trembled, and he immediately lowered his head, not daring to say another word.

The entire Solomon Temple was divided into several levels, including priests, servants, and ascetics, totaling several thousand to tens of thousands of people. Each person had a specific role, making it resemble a small, strictly hierarchical court.

Zhao Xuzhen was undoubtedly a true disciple of the Knights of the Apocalypse. In the Middle Ages, he would have been considered an elector of the realm, a formidable figure with the potential to become emperor.

Having narrowly escaped death at the Dragon-Slaying Platform and learned that he possessed imperial blood, Zhao Xuzhen gradually developed a strong, domineering, and dignified demeanor.

This middle-aged man was merely a minor swordsman, and as an emperor, I certainly couldn't allow him to question me.

"However, what you said makes sense."

Zhao Xuzhen then changed the subject and affirmed the swordsman's idea.

He looked at the people on the boat:

"I have no interest in you. Kill all of you except those from Kassel."

With a "snap," the bamboo raft beneath Zhao Xuzhen's feet exploded, and two Templar Knights leaped into the air, one after the other, onto the deck of the research vessel.

Zhao Xuzhen stepped forward, and in the darkness, his pupils, like flowing gold, began to swirl!

Word of Power: Dream Eater!

"Watch out for his eyes!"

Zhou Minhao shouted a warning and immediately avoided those eyes.

At the same time, from the depths of the thick fog, the roar of some enormous creature echoed.

It resembles both a cow and some kind of ferocious beast.

The fog was stirred up, and a huge black shadow rose from beneath the river.

It has a long, curved neck and a body covered in black scales. Under the illumination of the research vessel's searchlight, the scales reflect a magnificent light, like dark crystals.

That was... a dragon.

The part that is above water is more than ten meters high, almost like a building.

However, the dragon was not in good condition. Large patches of its scales had peeled off, as if it had been torn apart by some terrifying being, revealing hideous, scabbed flesh.

The next moment, the dragon roared, its roar carrying a strange melody, as if it were reciting an ancient poem.

Wherever the roar went, a clear ripple was generated from the dragon's center and spread out in all directions.

The speed of this wave far exceeded that of humans, and it arrived at the research vessel in an instant.

With a "thud," Lu Mingfei turned around and found Nuonuo lying on the ground.

Not only Nono, but everyone on the ship knelt down and prostrated themselves on the ground after the wave spread.

Their faces showed struggle and fear, as if they were trapped in a nightmare and had seen the most terrifying thing in their lives.

Zhou Minhao was one of only two people standing. The moment Zhao Xuzhen made his move, Old Zhou tore off his sleeve and used it to cover his eyes.

"It's not true, it's not true!"

He tilted his head to the side, carefully discerning the sounds around him.

"I am here."

Lu Mingfei remained very calm.

Because he discovered that Zhao Xuzhen's words of power seemed to have no effect on him.

Lu Mingfei attributed it to... the fact that he had taken medication.

Hearing Lu Mingfei's reply, Zhou Minhao breathed a sigh of relief.

He said quickly:

"That dragon enhanced Zhao Xuzhen's Word of Power and controlled everyone."

To awaken them, we must defeat Zhao Xuzhen, or at least put enough pressure on him to prevent him from maintaining his Word of Power.

"I have to apologize to you for dragging you into this... but I promise you'll all get back safe and sound."

As he spoke, he moved toward the cabin, relying on his memory.

"Is this what you're looking for?"

Zhao Xuzhen's cold voice suddenly rang out.