Dragon Raja: Lu Mingfei Returns from the Elden Ring

Inside the cold storage, Uesugi Kotsushi held two Tang-style swords, surrounded by unconscious frogmen.

He agreed to Angers' help, but he didn't want himself or his son to get involved more deeply. He only knocked out the private soldiers sent by the old guys in the Secret Society with the back of his knife, without killing them.

Even so, the battle was still one-sided.

In order to turn this Frenchman into a Japanese, the Hebi Hachike invited all the famous swordsmen in Japan to be his teachers. So he was familiar with the essence of almost all Japanese swords. When he wielded his twin swords, the frogmen looked like clumsy rabbits, running into him one by one.

Despite defeating over thirty A-level hybrids in a short period, Uesugi Kotsushi's condition was only equivalent to finishing a baseball game and breaking a light sweat.

Angers, who was leaning against a container watching the battle, gave a thumbs up and said, "As expected of the last emperor born naturally, your son should be no match for you."

"Don't say such unlucky things. My son and I are enjoying our good days, how could we possibly turn against each other?" Uesugi Kotsu raised his middle finger.

“Okay, seriously, I just checked, and these frogmen aren’t the real manipulators. The real ones commanding the Immortals should be hiding in the shadows,” Angers said. “The Immortals are stable at low temperatures. We either need to move the container immediately or destroy it right now.”

“It seems too late…” Uesugi Kotsugi said gravely.

On a small hill near the dock, "Shinnosuke Fujiwara" pressed the injection button and crushed the remote control. Beside him were the shadows of more than a dozen fully armed members of the Gattuso family.

Chapter 229

The sound of mechanical transmission was exceptionally clear in the silence, and the cold fog grew even thicker. Angers took a folding knife from his sleeve, his face no longer showing the ease he had when chatting with Uesugi Kotsugi. He stared intently in the direction from which the sound came. Sharp, pointed metal claws pierced the steel shell of the container, slowly drawing out several parallel, jagged gashes, looking like a scorching knife cutting through butter.

A series of cracking sounds rang out, one after another, like a downpour hitting an umbrella.

“Don’t hold back.” Angers’ eyes blazed with intensity. “After injecting the serum, they won’t stop until they kill every living thing in sight… Treat this as a battle against dragons.”

Uesugi gripped his twin swords tightly and took a deep breath.

The next second, the container shattered from the inside out, revealing the special cold storage room inside that actually held the "goods." The cold storage door was now wide open, and the monsters known as the Immortals brutally tore through the last layer of steel barrier. They sensed the boiling dragon blood within the two people outside, even through the cold storage and the container, and instantly launched a full-force attack.

Nearly ten kinds of offensive incantations erupted in this extremely small area, and what finally appeared was a brilliant royal flame that exploded like fireworks. The royal flame, which originally erupted in the form of a spherical high-temperature fireball, was cut, squeezed and accelerated, and broke apart. Every beautiful spark directly melted through the steel in its path!

Angers' figure had long since disappeared into the night wind in the darkness, while Uesugi Etsu, wielding two swords, swung them in circles, slashing, deflecting, parrying, and intercepting. Relying on his superior physical abilities and the strength of the ancient alchemical swords, he managed to defend against the vast majority of physical attacks while retreating in an orderly manner.

The immortals clearly hadn't expected their prey to withstand such an attack, so they immediately scattered into the darkness, which was another legendary hunting ground.

The immortals, who had been injected with the special serum, had their bloodlines approaching that of pure-blooded dragons after going through three stages: S-rank in life, Deadpool-like transformation, and serum stimulation. When Angers' blood-red folding knife, gleaming with the luster of the Philosopher's Stone, cut through the rubber suit and dragon scales and touched the dragon blood, the deadly poison immediately infected the immortal's entire body through blood circulation, causing cells to decay and blood to become as thick as lacquer.

Within seconds, four immortals collapsed, clutching their necks.

The immortals had lost their last vestiges of humanity, and in return, they had gained not only the savagery of dragons but also the cunning and wisdom of top hunters. They immediately rallied in the darkness, and the immortals wielding the Sovereign Flame temporarily halted Angers' attack with a sea of ​​fire.

A hoarse chanting voice came from the darkness, in some ancient and solemn language. Except for the one who released the King's Flame, every immortal was chanting, the chanting rising from hoarse to high-pitched, and then turning into a thunderous roar, each note like a thunderbolt.

The resounding dragon runes did not unleash a domain, but they carried unparalleled majesty.

This is the Word of Power that everyone at Kassel College has experienced—the Word of Power Emperor, a supreme Word of Power exclusively for the Black King, the beginning of all Words of Power, number one in the sequence. It has no practical effect, but it will cause an absolute psychological shock to the bound dragons and hybrids within the domain. It can be seen as a call of bloodline, or as an extremely amplified "dragon's might," which can completely suppress the opponent with its majesty alone.

After Nidhogg's fall, the complete version of the Word of Power no longer exists. The "Emperor" Word of Power used by Kassel College in its entrance exam cannot be considered a true Word of Power. It is a simulation of the "Emperor" Word of Power using an ancient alchemical artifact whose craftsmanship has long been lost. Its effect is negligible, merely awakening the dormant dragon bloodline.

However, at this moment, the immortals released a true Word of Power, which was more effective against pure-blooded targets. An overwhelming majesty pressed down on Angers, and he felt his heartbeat and blood flow being blocked, and his vision was blurred.

The paradox of the Word of Power—Time Zero was forcibly dispelled, and Angers' figure plummeted from a raging storm, crashing to the ground in a disheveled state. This was his limit. He called himself the undertaker of the dragons, but he knew perfectly well that before that black emperor, hybrids, and even the vast majority of pure-blooded black royals, wouldn't even have the right to look up at him.

However, even the Emperor of Words of Power has an adversary. The White King once used another supreme Word of Power—the Oracle—on his own bloodline to counteract the effect of the Word of Power: Emperor.

The Word of Power: Emperor has no effect on the White King's descendants.

Uesugi Kotsushi faced the immortals who were huddled like trapped beasts in the flames of the King's Flame, and drew circles with both hands as he wielded his sword.

The blade traced a perfect circle, the arc glowing crimson, looking more like the sun during a total solar eclipse. The moon temporarily blocked the sunlight, but the bright corona still shone through the moon's shadow.

Serial number 110, Word of Power: Black Sun, is a high-risk Word of Power that human hybrids can master. In the Word of Power system of the former Kassel College, only Word of Power Judgment and Rhine could be compared with it, and above them, there was only the Supreme Domain.

Behind the caster, a large, black sun-like circle appears. The circle itself is pitch black and devours all light, but its surroundings are dark red with rising and falling flames symbolizing energy, resembling a solar corona. This eerie black sun possesses a powerful suction force, drawing both living and non-living beings towards the caster. Living beings, in particular, lose control of their bodies and are left to be slaughtered by the caster.

Uesugi Kotsugu stood at the very center of the black sun, chanting ancient dragon script. The black sun slowly began to rotate, devouring the air at an astonishing speed and unleashing a violent hurricane. The dockside cold storage, already teetering on the brink of collapse after the previous eruption of the King's Flame, now shook violently, cracks growing deep within its steel structure and concrete, and destruction was brewing.

The raging winds caused by the black sun alone scattered the royal flames and disrupted the formation of the immortals.

Having broken free from the influence of the forbidden Word of the Emperor, Angers did not rashly return to the battle. Instead, he retreated slowly to avoid being affected by the power of this forbidden Word of the Emperor. He had witnessed the end of the Black Sun, which was like death walking among mortals!

The black sun suddenly contracted, and the suddenly intensified gale dragged the smaller immortals off the ground. They bared their teeth and claws, but the artificially added alloy weapons were useless against the high temperature and air. When they got close enough to the black sun, their leather clothing turned to ashes, and blood vapor shot out from between their dragon scales.

Uesugi Kotsuki strolled forward, slashing his sword to cut the heavily wounded Immortal in two. The corpse turned into snow-white ash as it touched the edge of the black sun, forming a white cloud of dust behind Uesugi Kotsuki.

One of the remaining immortals stepped forward, struggling to make its voice heard amidst the raging winds. Ancient dragon runes activated a vast domain, from which the bone-chilling gale radiated outwards, squeezing out the firelight and ashes, and emptying everything in its path.

Surrounding the remaining immortals was a hemispherical field where the air spun at high speed, forming an invisible barrier.

Words of Power: A Dustless Land.

Within a distance of less than 100 meters, the two domains, one large and one small, seemed like two different worlds. The wind was extremely compressed at the boundary of the domains, tearing apart everything nearby and then scattering it outwards.

The tug-of-war between the winds completely destroyed the foundation of the cold storage facility. Every brick and every steel bar groaned in pain. Cracks appeared in the walls under the immense pressure, and the cracks spread rapidly. Then, the window glass shattered in the howling wind, and shards flew everywhere.

Finally, with a deafening roar, the overburdened main structure of the building collapsed. But the dust and rubble did not fall; instead, they were scattered like feathers in the fierce wind and sprayed into the air dozens of meters high. Such a spectacular sight could be clearly seen even from a distance.

At the edge of the dock, "Shinnosuke Fujiwara" squinted and looked up at the magnificent cloud of dust.

He is a clone of the deceased Shinnosuke Fujiwara, and his genes were edited during the embryonic stage. Although his lifespan is shorter than that of a normal person, his bloodline purity surpasses that of the original. Among nearly a hundred test subjects, he is the only survivor, serving in a department even more mysterious than the Shadow, and only now has he had the opportunity to prove himself.

Uesugi Koshi and Angers are already locked in a stalemate with the Immortals. All it takes is a subtle interference to end this "rebellion," and his Word of Power can make him the perfect straw that breaks the camel's back.

He withdrew his gaze and smiled at the shadowy figure in the darkness, "Seventh-tier Instantaneous Attack? Patriarch, you truly are still as sharp as ever..."

An old man in a dark blue kimono emerged from the shadows and stood in the moonlight. He opened his kimono, revealing a deep red wooden hilt at his waist—the famous sword "Onimaru Kunitsuna," a renowned demon-slaying sword in Japanese history.

Fujiwara Shinnosuke looked at the newcomer with great interest. As a user of Time Zero, he had a unique sense of time and was not in a hurry to join the battle. After all, the outcome would be decided in a matter of seconds, so there was no need to rush.

"I have already resigned from my position as head of the family, and now I am nothing more than a sinner," Inuyama He said with a faint smile, slowly placing his hand on the hilt of his sword.

Chapter 230

“You’re waiting for the support promised by the Elders, aren’t you? Since the founding of the Secret Party, there has never been such a serious split. Those big shots will stop at nothing to kill us, and then erase our existence from all paper and electronic records. Perhaps they’ll leave a vaguely classified document for future members of the Elders to review as a warning,” Lu Mingfei said. “If your operation fails, the war will escalate. That’s what you were ordered to do… right?”

“That’s right.” Ye Sheng nodded, his face expressionless.

“Don’t you understand? Ye Sheng, this isn’t a small-scale military operation by the Executive Department. This is a total war, a front composed of limited local wars. Most organizations won’t realize what’s happening. They’ll receive all sorts of intelligence, and in their eyes, it’s just a large-scale riot happening around the world. But behind every disguised small conflict is our attack or defense against the Dragon Organization.” Lu Mingfei continued, “We are the attackers.”

Ye Sheng's breathing suddenly quickened for a moment, then he keenly caught the key information in Lu Mingfei's words, "Dragon Organization? In my opinion, this is a civil war between hybrid races. Where are the dragons you are talking about?"

Lu Mingfei sighed. "You should have an even more important question... regarding tactics."

Ye Sheng was silent for a moment before speaking, “In the information I received, your level of danger exceeds that of an ordinary Dragon King… I don’t know if the ordinary Dragon King the Elders are referring to is the same level as Constantine in the Bronze City Ruins, but in any case, on the battlefield in Japan, you are our greatest threat, and you are just chatting with me here. I don’t think my status as a commander deserves such attention.”

“It seems the guy behind this has leaked a lot of important information to the Elders Council.” Lu Mingfei nodded. “Dragon Kings are ranked. I won’t go into details, but an ordinary Dragon King is probably at the level of Constantine and Norton combined… And I’m not here because of you. I have only one instruction for this conflict: keep all other operations low-key and efficient, except for Japan. Operations in Japan should be carried out with appropriate fanfare.”

“Herzog.” Ye Sheng raised his eyes. “The only threat that could get Angers and the Serpent King’s Eight Families involved in such a high-risk war is someone like the White King. Are you trying to lure him out?”

"By the way, the cause of this conflict is more complicated, and there are more forces involved than you imagine." Lu Mingfei shook his head. "I am the only one fighting against the White King, and His resurrection should be tonight."

Ye Sheng's eyes widened. "The intelligence we received... no, then we shouldn't be at war even more... has the White King really revived tonight?"

“Absolutely true.” Lu Mingfei remained calm. “I tampered with the offerings for His resurrection, and I know exactly what happened over there.”

Ye Sheng felt a chill run down his spine, and his body was covered in cold sweat. He took out all his weapons and threw them on the ground one by one. Then, like Lu Mingfei, he sat on the edge of the corridor, looking somewhat dejected. "I understand."

“No, you don’t understand yet,” Lu Mingfei continued. “The White King is not worth our war. I’ll tell you something very important: Herzog is an experiment.”

Ye Sheng was somewhat bewildered and did not reply.

“We found important information in the shrine of the Snake-Headed Eight Families. Combined with the intelligence we pried out from the Demon Clan and the traitors of the Snake-Headed Eight Families, we can now confirm that Herzog was designed and guided by a man named Bondarev… This is an experiment using the White King’s remains as a sample. Whether it succeeds or not, the person behind it will gain significant results.”

"Is the person who designed this experiment the one you just mentioned, the one behind the Elders' Council?" Ye Sheng asked.

“As far as I know, there is at least one organization called the ‘Holy Palace Medical Association’,” Lu Mingfei replied.

"Are they dragons?" Ye Sheng asked Lu Mingfei with a solemn expression.

“There is at least one Dragon King, and the ‘Odin’ that appeared in my and Chu Zihang’s hometown before is very likely related to them as well,” Lu Mingfei said.

Ye Sheng fell into a deep silence again, still harboring doubts about Lu Mingfei's candidness. He could roughly determine the truthfulness of some of the information, but he feared being deceived by lies hidden within the truth. After a moment, he hesitated and said, "What can I do?"

“I know you have concerns. Go to Kassel College.” Lu Mingfei stood up. “We are trying to gain some support from the board of directors’ families. The elders may soon become ‘traitors’… Currently, Su Enxi, Fingel, and Schneider are in charge of the EVA command room. You should go too. Seeing is believing.”

"Yes," Ye Sheng said with a strong voice, but he still felt deeply powerless. "I suspect that besides the action team, other elders from the Council have also sent people from the Immortals' side..."

"Don't worry, Jiudeya has been rescued." Lu Mingfei patted him on the shoulder. "You should thank Caesar."

Ye Sheng nodded and said no more.

At Ying Lumingfei's invitation, Kimura Hiroshi brought out the exquisite late-night snack he had prepared. Under the moonlight, Ye Sheng ate his last meal in Japan. The helicopter prepared for him was already ready; he would transfer from the international airport to a private plane to Kassel College. The itinerary arrangements and text message notifications were still in Norma's style, giving Ye Sheng a sense of déjà vu and familiarity.

……

The tunnels of the "Road to the Underworld" are littered with the wreckage of heavy machinery, tons of steel deeply embedded in the hard cliff walls, and the ground is covered by knee-deep river water. The water here is reddish-black. The White King has completely changed the ecology of the Red Demon River. When the engineering team of the Demon Clan broke through the tunnel and the river channel, the underground river water gushed out at an extremely fast speed, and the water level reached almost to the top of the tunnel at its highest point. Along with the river water came a huge number of dragon subspecies.

The Ghost Clan had anticipated this situation, and their meticulously designed defenses held the "Yellow Springs" base connected to the tunnel. However, the appearance of the White King's larva changed everything. That thing was beyond the rules; it could even disregard certain physical laws.

After a fierce battle, the dragon subspecies was almost completely wiped out, the entire Oni army was annihilated, and even the King himself died at the hands of Kazama Ruri. The final battle was between the White King's juvenile form and Kazama Ruri's demonic personality. No one saw how that battle took place. The entire terrain of the underground tunnel was reshaped, half of the river water evaporated, and some seeped into the cracks in the rock walls, ultimately resulting in the hellish scene we see today.

Amidst the blood-soaked ruins, a man dressed as a researcher waded through the river and limped toward the battlefield deep within the tunnel.

Chapter 231 Forest Anomaly

When Wang received intelligence that "the Secret Party and the Snake-Headed Eight Families are suspected of going to war," he immediately ordered the engineering team to speed up the process, no longer caring that the seismic waves or noise would be detected by the Snake-Headed Eight Families' organization. He did not doubt the authenticity of this intelligence. Although the Demon Clan's intelligence network in Japan was almost non-existent and could not verify the accuracy of the intelligence, he believed that he knew enough about the Secret Party's so-called "dragon-slaying families."

He secretly investigated Bondarev but found nothing useful. However, the lack of results was itself a result. In the world of hybrids, only the behemoth that was the Secret Party could cultivate someone like Bondarev with such profound knowledge of dragons and keep information under wraps to the point that even the Snake Clan and the Demon Clan were powerless.

Bondarev's abilities were not simply designed for slaying dragons; there were ambitious individuals like him within the Secret Society who wanted to use the power of dragons to rule the world.

Wang had no doubt how the Secret Party would react after learning Lu Mingfei's true colors. They would be both greedy for the power Lu Mingfei possessed and fearful of not being able to control him. Once Lu Mingfei showed the slightest sign of breaking away from the Secret Party's control, conflict would be inevitable.

He almost wanted to burst out laughing; this was destiny, to make him the new supreme ruler.

As a secret organization that has been preparing for the resurgence of the Black King since ancient times, the Secret Party must have some terrifying methods that can cause trouble for Lu Mingfei. During this precious time of conflict between the two, he will be able to usurp the power of the White King.

Although it was far from the original plan, he didn't care if one or two little white rabbits escaped from his table—as long as he was still the ultimate winner!

……

Amidst knee-deep blood, a researcher with the same face as Tachibana Masamune dragged a huge suitcase, step by step approaching the final place of ascension.

He turned his head to look at a special piece of debris next to him. It was a safe capsule made of alloys, nanofibers and high-density polymers. If it weren't at the epicenter of the explosion, it could even block the shock wave of a nuclear explosion. But now it looked like it had been torn apart by a giant, with horrific cuts remaining in the still intact parts.

The cut was as smooth as a mirror. Humanity's most advanced creations were no match for that thing's attack; the terrifying energy instantly carbonized the engineering team members hiding inside, leaving only blurry figures and some residual powder on the inner wall of the safe cabin.

Instead of being afraid, "Tachibana Masamune" showed an expression of excitement and anticipation.

“God,” he whispered with a smile.