Dragon Raja: Lu Mingfei Returns from the Elden Ring

In the new era, especially after the Industrial Revolution, the development model of the newly wealthy families, led by the Gattuso family, who later became the families of school board members, was more adapted to the environment. The elders were displeased, but they had to admit it.

Therefore, every family leader present was well aware of the depth of their family's cooperation with the Gattuso family—political, economic, technological… but the technological cooperation was the most crucial.

This "Pre-Meeting Instructions" document revealed that the Gattuso family was not only Herzog's technical supporters, but also had many other incredible research projects, which alarmed even these elders who were well aware of the bloodshed of the Secret Service's dark ages.

Research on the embryonic stage identification and selection mechanism of S-level high-risk incantation bloodline...

Design of a hybrid cloning experiment based on gene expression analysis of the power of words...

Research progress on the application of gene editing technology in the lineage advancement of "deadbeat" mammals...

A comparative study of the stimulatory efficacy of different serological detection methods on dead-evolved hybrid blood types...

……

Analysis of differential metabolites that inhibit ND-01 cell proliferation at different concentrations of mercury…

Everyone was numb by the time they saw the last technology. Now the elders understood why the board members and their families had initially looked like they had lost their parents.

However, the decryption of the last technology still chilled them: ND-01 cells, speculated to be "Nidhogg the Dragon" tissue cells.

Commonly known as Black King Flesh and Blood.

While everyone else thought Nidhogg was just a distant, unattainable dream, the Gattuso family was already directly studying its cells.

If their previous impression of the Gattuso family was that of a group of Sicilians who drank expensive wines, behaved frivolously and ostentatiously, associated with the powerful and wealthy, and amassed astonishing wealth.

Now, everyone has to ask themselves: what are they going to do?

Since the birth of the Secret Society, the various families have conducted bloody and dark research, but most of it has been limited to human experiments to reverse Deadpool transformation, implanted human mechanical modifications to control Deadpool in combat, and research on biochemical weapons against hybrids.

Compared to their research, the Gattuso family is practically climbing the Tower of Babel on their own! Trampling human dignity underfoot, pushing their fellow human beings into the darkness of beasts, and treating apocalyptic disasters as a ladder to godhood—this is a betrayal of the Secret Society, a betrayal of the hybrid race, and even a betrayal of all human civilization!

"Our people are still investigating where the Gattuso family obtained the 'Black King's Flesh and Blood.' While you all were attending this meeting, we had already stormed the Gattuso family's research institute." Angers looked around and, seeing that it was almost time, snapped his fingers.

The EVA's beam of light projected a live broadcast screen from top to bottom.

The heads of the departments of Alchemy Mechanics and Alchemy Materials Science and Engineering walked side by side through a scorched earth, while many people in executive department uniforms were clearing the ruins.

"All the explosives were meticulously arranged, which we can interpret as them abandoning the research institute."

"The number of classified documents that have been salvaged so far is very small, which is not consistent with the scale of the Gattuso family's main research institute, but most of the researchers also died in the explosion."

"They were abandoned too."

The two department heads had no expression of joy or sorrow on their faces, and it would be difficult for the average person to discern their emotions from their aged faces. They almost never appeared on the campus of Kassel College, and their faces were as pale as if they had just been dug out of an ancient tomb.

At the Kassel College, the real work of the department heads is research; their laboratories are all underground. These people haven't left their labs for half a century, devoting all their time to research, hoping to get a few more steps closer to the realm of truth before they die.

This time, the two professors needed to be transported to Italy by supersonic passenger plane because it concerned the White King and the Black King. This was one of the few matters in the secular world that could compare to the importance these old men placed on their pursuit of truth.

“That’s right, the technical approaches are very similar.” The director of the School of Mechanical Engineering compared the photos in his hand with the actual wreckage.

These photos were decrypted from the hard drive Nono brought back.

“Even so, we cannot conclude that the Gattuso family conducted dangerous experiments on the White King’s remains while deceiving the Secret Party.” Another director said calmly, “Basic science determines everything. It should be said that Herzog’s goals are consistent with those of the Gattuso family’s research institute, so it is inevitable that there will be similarities in theory, experiment and equipment.”

Their discussion was broadcast live to the conference room, where all the leaders of the Secret Service held their breath and pondered the implications.

"The development of science and technology and culture is linear. Hans (the name of the director of the School of Alchemy Materials Science and Engineering), you and I have both seen the military intelligence report numbered CN. We were both amazed by the 'leapfrog' development of military technology, but the 'linearity' within it is still traceable, isn't it? Between those project reports with such close dates and such huge generational differences, they still went through the development process step by step. Everything is still linear, and there will be no leapfrog or exaggerated quantum entanglement... It's just that the geniuses who formulated those plans had already planned the future when they were equipping themselves with third-generation and fourth-generation fighters as the main force."

“Send the useful stuff back to the academy, and we’ll have a conclusion,” Hans said. “This concerns the fate of a family, and it’s so important that we can’t ignore the probability of quantum entanglement occurring.”

"Hans, we should also plan for the future." Facing Hans, the director of the Mechanical Engineering Department said with some melancholy, "Not just in terms of technology."

Angers waved, signaling the end of the live broadcast.

Beowulf hesitated, then suddenly looked at the area behind Angers. In an instant, his golden eyes ignited, and an invisible yet terrifying aura emanated from him like a raging tide.

A shadowy mass seemed to writhe in the air, but Angers showed no sign of turning around. He leisurely lit a cigar and propped his feet up on the conference table.

"Good will always prevail over evil, just as darkness has nowhere to hide where light shines."

Suddenly, a clear voice could be heard from the shadows.

Lu Mingfei walked out slowly, with Frost Gattuso behind him.

Chapter 247 Voting

Frost Gattuso remains the acting head of the Gattuso family to this day. However, amidst the war, every head of the family receives messages from Pompeii, whether concerning the issue of Luminfei's bloodline or the Gattuso family's promise of weapons and financial support.

"My fellow colleagues, please excuse my poor appearance." Frost looked rather miserable, covered in blood, pale-faced, with his left leg missing from the knee down.

“He needs a doctor, Mr. ‘Dictator’.” St. George stood up and looked at Lu Mingfei. The title “Dictator” made everyone realize the change in the situation again. The meeting room was so quiet you could hear breathing. The leaders of the Secret Party turned their attention to Lu Mingfei.

The concept of a "dictator" has a long history, originating in ancient Rome. When war broke out, the Romans, who adhered to a democratic system, would suddenly switch to a dictatorship. A certain person would be granted the temporary title of "Dictator" through a decision of the Senate. All of Rome would become the battle axe in his hand to crush Rome's enemies, and no one could question his decisions, not even the Senate itself that appointed him.

As of now, Lu Mingfei has two Elder votes, one Flamel mentor vote, and six Board of Directors votes, just enough for a two-thirds majority, which allows him to temporarily strip the Council of Elders of its control.

It was the Göttingen family, who defected after the dust settled in the Japanese war, that brought about this situation. Therefore, there is a distinction between direct and indirect descendants in Lu Mingfei's faction. Among them, Angers, mentor Flamel, and the Laurent family are undoubtedly the direct descendants, while the Göttingen family is the greatest contributor.

“He has received the necessary treatment and requested to attend this meeting himself,” Lu Mingfei said.

“Let me explain.” Frost coughed twice and raised his voice. “I was attacked by a swarm of drones, which took off from the nearest Italian military base and headed straight for the Rome branch. It was a premeditated decapitation strike.”

The attendees looked at each other, momentarily unsure who Frost was referring to as the attacker.

“According to Lu Mingfei, they are from the Holy Palace Medical Association. When I woke up, I learned that the Azure Palace was also attacked at the same time, and all the elders of Gattuso died... It was Percy who sacrificed himself to save my life.” Frost’s face was gloomy. “Gentlemen, during this time, whoever contacted you on behalf of the Gattuso family was a member of the Holy Palace Medical Association.”

The atmosphere became heavy again.

Pompeii Gattuso, a womanizer who has always been portrayed as a playboy, is a member of the Holy Palace Medical Society.

“But… he is the head of the Gattuso family, what’s the need?” Duchess Laurent questioned.

“I don’t know…” Frost said somberly. “In any case, the Gattuso family’s research institute and many laboratories have already suffered self-destructive blows. No matter what you plan to do next, it will be difficult for the Gattuso family to fulfill their obligations as school board members.”

"How do we determine whether you intend to sacrifice your pawns to save your king after a defeat?" Beowulf questioned.

"This meeting," Lu Mingfei finally spoke, "is precisely to help everyone resolve their difficulties and sort out the clues."

He clapped his hands, and EVA's projection started up again. It wasn't a live broadcast or any classified information, but an oil painting—the Nidhogg portrait that freshmen would see every year when they enrolled.

"Firstly, the Secret Party once obtained the flesh and blood of the Black King, which even triggered the 'Summer Mourning' incident... But apart from Angers, do any of you here remember this?"

“Summer Mourning… Kassel and his men were almost completely wiped out. Weren’t those precious parchment scrolls what survived?” Even Beowulf felt a chill run down his spine.

“Your memories have been altered, or rather, the world has been modified,” Lu Mingfei continued. “In fact, this precious sample has always been kept deep within the Gattuso family’s research institute.”

All eyes were once again on Frost.

Frost lowered his gaze and said, forcing a smile, "I know nothing about it."

“Let’s trust Mr. Frost for now,” Lu Mingfei said, drawing everyone’s attention back. “Next, we need to get to their real purpose. Based on what I know so far, the closest we can deduce is a much larger ‘Nibelungen Project.’”

"We will extract the key genes from the Black King's flesh and blood and embed them into several families to cultivate hybrid individuals capable of bearing the Black King's power." Lu Mingfei calmly stated the information that made half of the people present stand up.

"How dare you!" Beowulf slammed his hand on the corner of the table, breaking it in two.

The others reacted similarly: surprise, fear, and anger.

"This plan has many insurmountable difficulties, but we have learned that the two 'containers' closest to success have emerged: Caesar Gattuso and Chen Motong."

When Lu Mingfei uttered Caesar's name, Frost's face turned even paler, as if he were on his deathbed.

The meeting room erupted in an uproar.

"Control them!" "We must not allow it!" "It's too dangerous!"

Knowing the plan was close to success brought a different feeling; some of the secret party leaders were already flustered and wanted to leave immediately.

"Please calm down, ladies and gentlemen. This danger will not be triggered for the time being, and Caesar Gattuso and Chen Motong are still on the side of the academy," Lu Mingfei said.

"The Black King's container is as dangerous as the Tsar Bomba!" St. George looked at Lu Mingfei with a worried expression, but still obediently sat down.

"Aren't you all curious about how the person behind the scenes altered the world?" Lu Mingfei's gaze swept across everyone's faces, and the conference room quickly fell silent.

“The answer is Odin, the king of the gods, and the complete form of the king of the sky and the wind. He is the dragon king standing behind the Holy Palace Medical Association…” Lu Mingfei paused for a moment, then added, “Perhaps one of them.”

This information had less of an impact on everyone; compared to Nidhogg, the title "King of the Sky and the Wind" sounded much more agreeable.

"You all have some information about the Japanese side, more or less, so I won't go into it here." Lu Mingfei waved his hand, and the projector in the center of the conference room changed again, displaying a sequence of events pieced together from various pieces of information about Herzog.

"The Holy Palace Medical Society was the one that used Herzog as a puppet and conducted experiments on the remains of the White King. At least Odin was involved."

The reactions of the people in the conference room varied. The intelligence capabilities of each family were different. Some people had seen this content many times, while others craned their necks to try to see every word on the projection.

Seeing that it was almost time, Lu Mingfei continued, "We Chinese say 'prepare for a rainy day,' and success or failure often depends on having prior preparation."

"The Holy Palace Medical Society may be larger and older than the Secret Party, but we have successfully stopped most of their current operations. They have already shown their true colors—the Doomsday Faction. As long as we seize the initiative, we can regain control."

"Is this a proposal or an order?" Cadmus asked.

“You can judge for yourselves. The ‘dictator’ powers I exercise are limited to stopping the war.” Lu Mingfei’s answer was unexpected.

The family leaders present all took out their communication devices, while some consulted with their butlers. After a brief period of noise, everyone voted.

"Encircle and annihilate the Doomsday Faction."

Passed unanimously.

Lu Mingfei's expression was unreadable, as if everything was within his expectations. He had lied; the Doomsday Faction was not a weakness of the Holy Palace Medical Association, but rather a decoy.

Chapter 248 All Parties

"Finally, there's one more thing," Lu Mingfei stood up. "Regarding my identity and my abilities, I'm sure you all know some facts or information that may be true or false."

“Today I must be honest with you, that is, I don’t know who I am either, I am just as lost, and the answer lies in the fortress of the Doomsday Faction.” He met the sharp or confused gazes of the crowd and said frankly, “Whatever the answer is, I will tell you honestly, and if necessary, you can decide whether I should continue to serve as the ‘dictator’.”

The elders looked around, but no one dared to raise any objections; they too felt a deep sense of helplessness. At the end of the meeting, this declaration was less a solicitation and more a pronouncement.

Angers remained calm and composed, not even blinking, while Lu Mingfei's other confidants all wore stern faces, adopting an attitude of "we'll believe whatever you say."

The elders, of course, wouldn't be dispelled by these words, but what good would it do? To start a war? This meeting was originally a result of war, and Lu Mingfei's humble attitude wouldn't make them feel at ease; on the contrary, it would create invisible pressure.

“Since you all agree with my statement, please go back and make your preparations as soon as possible.” Lu Mingfei waited for about half a minute.

The people in the conference room left one after another. Among them were eager people like Beowulf, who wished they could kick open the door and find their own helicopter, and others like the Göttingen family, who were reluctant to leave, turning back every three steps.

In the end, only Lu Mingfei and Angers remained in the conference room.

“Why not threaten them again?” Angers asked. “Can your next plan withstand a family’s rebellion?”

“That won’t work. To push the Holy Palace Medical Association into a dead end, we can’t let them see any hope or chance of survival,” Lu Mingfei said.