Dragon Raja: Lu Mingfei Returns from the Elden Ring

"Are there enough doomsday prophet groups?"

“The Doomsday Faction is just the first step. During the last raid, we uncovered many secrets, but with the current strength of the Academy, and even the Secret Party, it's impossible to spread such a wide net.” Lu Mingfei finally revealed the next step of the plan to Angers. “We need the help of national organizations.”

“Flameme and I have used EVA a few times before, including a simulation of revealing information about the dragons to human society.” Angers frowned. “Of the approximately thirty possibilities, only two are human alliances. The remaining twenty-odd possibilities mostly lead to the situation spiraling out of control or getting worse.”

“We don’t need eternal peace, we just need to create a wave,” Lu Mingfei said calmly. “We create an opportunity to force them to make a final choice. Like Herzog, in his plan, Erii was originally the vessel, but I forced him and gave him hope, and he will move forward along the designed path.”

When do you plan to take action?

"Soon, if all goes well."

……

In the Norton Hall, Erii sat obediently in the hall, with a row of exquisite pastries in front of her. Uesugi Kotsugu had obtained S-level access from Angers, so he had the cafeteria send over a menu for Erii to choose from.

Since learning that he had one daughter and two sons, Uesugi Kotetsu has devoted all his attention to Erii. As for Genjiro, who is struggling to maintain the situation with the Hebiki-Yachi family, and Genjiro, who has turned into crystal, he would occasionally think of them... when Erii was too busy to pay attention to him.

Melina's doll-like body sat atop Erii's head, with books borrowed from the library by Lu Mingfei floating in front of her.

Erii was exceptionally close to Melina, to the point that it made Uesugi Koshi feel a pang of jealousy. Since coming to Kassel College from Japan, she had been acting as Melina's vessel. This was partly because Melina had suppressed her bloodline with the prayers of the Little Golden Tree, and partly because she was quite interested in the story of the "borderland" that Melina spoke of.

Meanwhile, in Japan, Erii's two older brothers, Genjiro and Genjiro, are suffering greatly.

Before leaving, Lu Mingfei reorganized the Japanese branch, appointing Genjiro as the head of the Hebiki Eight Families and the head of the Japanese branch. This was a considerable amount of power, but Japan was in a state of chaos and awaiting restoration, and Lu Mingfei had only one requirement: the Hebiki Eight Families must restore their fighting strength as quickly as possible. Genjiro slept only two hours a day, working almost day and night to handle various affairs, and following Lu Mingfei's instructions, began to deepen ties with government organizations.

In the stillness of the night, he would sit alone in his office, with only a desk lamp on, so that he could clearly see the moon and stars outside the window. Only when the moonlight was bright enough could Genji communicate with the outside world.

That was something Lu Mingfei brought back from the scene. It was said to be a miracle performed by the deity of the laws of the night, which infused the spirit of the Yuan Zhinü, which Lu Mingfei had preserved through alchemy, into a tangible crystal gem.

This process is similar to refining the Philosopher's Stone, but the difficulty is beyond human imagination. If the Philosopher's Stone is a miracle of human alchemists, then the existence of Genji is a miracle of the gods.

Genji placed the crystal sphere, its surface engraved with dozens of faces, under the moonlight. While he didn't recognize all the faces, he could guess their identities. They were likely innocent people killed by Kazama Ruri. Kazama Ruri had been annihilated by the White King's will, leaving only Genji as atoning for her sins. As Genji approached the crystal sphere, he could occasionally hear the sounds of rain and weeping. He could imagine that Genji was likely trapped on that rainy night.

Upon hearing Genjiro's voice again, Genjiro rested his head on his arm, slumped over his desk, and fell into a deep sleep.

……

Russia, Red Square, Elizabeth Palace.

The palace, along with its matching vintage luxury cars, handsome drivers, and cleaning crew, were all used to serve the Romanov princesses.

She doesn't live here year-round, but a team of capable housekeepers, efficient cleaners, and aesthetically pleasing gardeners are always stationed here. They steadfastly maintain the building's interior style and are always ready to serve the palace's lord.

When Zero returned, no one in the palace would disturb her, yet the hot tea, the firewood in the fireplace, and the dust-free, luxurious bed were just as they had been when she last left, as if she had only been gone for a short while.

On the rooftop of the tallest building in Elizabeth Palace, Zero, cradling a small black snake, gazed at the moon in the increasingly chilly Moscow night, far removed from the hustle and bustle of the city. According to Lu Mingze, this snake was the dragon that had appeared in Black Swan Harbor, the embryo that later sank into the Sea of ​​Japan, its title stripped of its former glory as Ocean and Water. Lu Mingfei had brought it back from the seabed.

While reminiscing about the past, Zero didn't forget the task Lu Mingze had given her. She opened the envelope sealed with ink, and the contents of the letter were very simple: Don't go looking for Vatutin, wait for me.

Chapter 249 Siberia

At the end of summer, the sun was still bright and hot. The entire tour group—Xia Mi, Lao Tang, Constantine, and Fenrir in the form of a lizard—enjoyed the waves and the salty breeze on the beach of the private seaside hotel.

The number of people monitoring them has been reduced to double digits, and they are all hundreds of meters away, so no one is disturbing their enjoyment.

Just as Xia Mi had counted all the trees in the neighborhood, Lao Tang had cooked most of the signature dishes from the eight major Chinese cuisines, Constantine had almost secured his ticket to the StarCraft professional arena, and Fenrir was about to become a picky eater, a final order from the Kassel College Wartime Supreme Decision-Making Committee arrived, lowering the alert level around them. They were thus granted the long-awaited opportunity to travel freely.

Xia Mi made full use of her spiritual body, lying on the beach chair without applying sunscreen, letting the sunlight penetrate every inch of her body.

Old Tang is teaching Constantine to swim. Lacking any prior learning experience, Constantine is resistant to the water that controls him in terms of elemental relationships. Old Tang, on the other hand, calls himself "the white streak in the waves" and pushes Constantine, who is on a swimming ring, around in circles in the waves.

Fenrir, who had just eaten several watermelons, had already sunk into the water, his dragon form allowing him to breathe. The management team of this upscale hotel firmly believed in high investment and high returns; the sand on this beach was all high-quality sand transported from elsewhere. Therefore, Fenrir crawled on the seabed for quite a while, only catching one or two hermit crabs. They tasted crisper than potato chips, but strangely, and he quickly lost interest.

High above the distant clouds, Lu Mingfei quietly watched the group. After confirming that there were no traces of spatial beacons or alchemical matrices around them, his figure vanished with a gust of wind.

Obtaining the incomplete White King Rune largely compensated for Lu Mingfei's imbalance in the four elements, and in alchemy, it was like "mastering one aspect leads to mastering all others." For him, the cost of traveling the world was no longer a concern.

In South Shields, England, a large, dark ship slowly sails into the harbor lights, its black hull, like an iron wall, parting the waves and leaving long white trails in its wake.

The YAMAL, a nuclear-powered icebreaker, was the most powerful "Arctic-class" icebreaker built during the Soviet era. Its heavily armored bow could shatter ice up to six meters thick, and two heavy-water reactors provided it with inexhaustible power. Its purpose was to fulfill the Soviet Union's ambition for the Arctic Ocean. Unfortunately, by the time it was completed, the great nation had already dissolved. After sitting idle in the Arctic Fleet for several years, it was leased to a European cruise company. The company converted it into a luxury cruise ship, which sailed the Arctic Ocean year-round.

Two weeks ago, the cruise ship mysteriously anchored on a small island near the southern Arctic Ocean, losing power. The secret service, which had been tracking the cruise ship for a long time, seemed to have been discovered before they could even send out spies. When the fully armed executive officers boarded the deck, all they found was an empty ghost ship; everyone seemed to have vanished overnight.

In the port, the executive officers in charge of the handover were stationed on the ship nearby. Across the water and the crowded moored ships was the port city. They hoped that the shipowners would try to reclaim the ship.

Lu Mingfei bypassed the night watchmen and came to the lower deck of the ship alone. Even the elite executives with outstanding hearing and eyesight could only feel a sea breeze slipping into the cabin.

The blood-soaked water was knee-deep, and the water contained many cracked concrete structures. Traces of destruction extended from the concrete into the cabin, and there were spiderweb-like signs of corrosion on the steel. The water had been tested and confirmed to contain high concentrations of mercury and blood. Lu Mingfei had read the report; he had come here to personally verify some things.

He stood quietly in the center of the empty space on the ship. Blurry light and shadow gradually gathered around him. As time went on, the executive officers checked, took samples, and withdrew through the gap. Waves churned in the darkness until, at a certain point, everything came to an abrupt end. The person who had cut off all the clues was left with only a silhouette.

Lu Mingfei glanced at the man indifferently, then turned and left.

Kassel College, Norton Building.

Erii has already gone to sleep. Melina tells her stories of heroes and priestesses every day. As of today, the story has progressed to the eve of arriving at the promised land, and Melina has deliberately slowed down the pace.

Under the dim light, she reverted to her fiery spirit form and wandered alone through the massive building. At a corner of a corridor, she suddenly stopped and turned around to see Lu Mingfei watching her from behind.

"Should we set off?"

“It’s been a few months, and recent intelligence is starting to show that they’re also feeling uneasy.” Lu Mingfei stepped forward and stood beside Melina.

“Thanks to the help of the gods of the night, I can come to the outside world from your soul.” Melina said with some worry, “but I can sense that something within you seems to be either flourishing or declining, and the balance has been broken.”

"What you can feel, I can feel too." Lu Mingfei said gently. "I only have one piece of advice: be careful of Lu Mingze."

……

To all those observing the war, the Secret Society, which had shown signs of self-destruction during the civil war, miraculously stopped itself at the brink of collapse and restored peace. Throughout history, every large organization that has been destroyed by corruption has been able to reverse its fate through self-adjustment without external factors, and there is only one possibility—a restorer.

Lu Mingfei.

In just a few months, apart from North American mixed-race groups, large and small mixed-race organizations around the world were alarmed by the changes in the Secret Party.

The executive branches of the Kassel College, which spanned the globe, became unprecedentedly active, but seemed to have lost interest in the minor dragon incidents. They were instead focused on tracking down an organization that most people had never heard of: the "Holy Palace Medical Society."

Well-informed individuals like Henkel, having received intelligence from their inside contacts, began sending more and more spies and armed personnel to the desolate land.

In November, the cold winds of the Arctic Ocean sweep across the Siberian ice sheet.

In this land dominated by subarctic coniferous forest and tundra climates, winter always arrives exceptionally early. The cold air seems to freeze into a solid, ice-like substance, ravaging the traveler's throat, and thick snow and ice cover everything in sight.

In the vehicle's command center, Ye Sheng took a sip of "sbiten," a local specialty brewed in a copper samovar, with a unique flavor derived from a blend of honey, jam, and spices. While the wine-drinking man wasn't looking, Ye Sheng secretly added vodka and brandy.

The stimulation on the tip of my tongue turned into a warm current, sliding down my esophagus into my stomach. I let out a long breath, and my almost frozen limbs felt a tingling sensation and quickly warmed up.

Let me explain.

My computer's C drive crashed. Since the PC version of Edraw Mind Map I'm using doesn't have an automatic cloud upload function, local files are saved on the C drive by default. Now, the outline of this book and some notes and inspirations for the next book and the book after that are all gone.

My computer seems to be malfunctioning too. After reinstalling the system, it keeps displaying a distorted screen and restarting. I'm planning to send it to a computer repair shop tomorrow.

I've tried my best not to say anything this time that I'm resuming updates, just so I don't set any flags. Every time I said I was going to add more chapters before, something bad would happen, to put it bluntly, I'd just have bad luck. This time I wanted to do a surprise and finish it all in one go, but I still got hit with a series of unexpected events.

These past two days I've been using my phone's notepad to memorize the outlines I can remember, and then organizing them. Thankfully, the progress is fast, otherwise I would have really lost it.

Chapter 250 Gaze

Northern Siberia, near the Arctic Ocean, is a vast wilderness and an extremely cold region.

The temperature here is close to minus seventy degrees Celsius, and the weather will not warm up until May or June of the following year. Most animals on this land choose to hibernate to get through the harsh winter. Animals that cannot hibernate can only try to survive by relying on the frozen grass under the thick snow and their thick skin and fur. Even with the fat stored up in the summer, they must reduce unnecessary activities.

A few Yakut horses, shivering in the cold wind, raised their heads. Their eyelashes were covered in icicles, yet they could still clearly see the enormous creatures. Huge, dark figures marched in orderly formation across the wilderness. The monsters had broad, large hooves, and their crunching over the snow and small, withered trees produced a thunderous sound. The herd was some distance from the monsters, but the immense noise still frightened one or two timid horses, causing them to turn and flee into the woods behind them.

The Secret Service commanders felt cramped sitting inside the "massive" monster. It was a tracked all-terrain vehicle, with each pair of vehicles articulated together. The front vehicle was the driver's cab, and the rear vehicle was the functional compartment. Apart from one command vehicle and one military train, the rest of the vehicles were filled with heavily armed hybrid elites.

There were about a dozen such convoys, and they weren't all transport vehicles; some convoys also included tank companies borrowed from nearby Russian branches. About 200 kilometers behind the target location, two temporary airfields were under construction. 600-ton strategic transport aircraft were airdropping modular building components and materials directly to the selected airfield locations, with construction time measured in hours.

From high above, the mechanized convoy resembled army ants traversing a grassland. Here lay the world's largest forest, seven million square kilometers of coniferous forest stretching across the snow-covered landscape like a swarm of black thorns pointing from the ground to the sky. Lu Mingfei flew close to the low-lying clouds, with howling winds blowing from the Arctic Ocean overhead and a bitterly cold hell below.

A few days ago, Lu Lincheng called him, gave him a coordinate, and told him to come alone.

Thus, the Secret Party launched this unprecedented winter offensive since modern times, deploying hundreds of A-rank and S-rank hybrids to this wasteland. Some came from Kassel College, some from hybrid families, and others were paid to carry out their missions under a gray identity. This offensive exceeded the level of an SS-rank mission directly commanded by the Board of Trustees, with the objective of creating at least a dangerous target in Nibelungen.

Lu Mingfei passed the convoy, the forward reconnaissance aircraft, and the reconnaissance drone, only to be met head-on by the overwhelming blizzard.

He could have avoided the blizzard from high above, but the storm was a magnificent gate, an entrance prepared for him by those hiding inside the city walls.

The gale, mixed with ice crystals and snowflakes, disappeared a certain distance away from him, leaving a spherical blank area centered on him. He hadn't even deployed any domain, including the royal domain.

Having devoured the White King's authority, he has now begun to transcend the material world; his very physical form is enough to instill fear in the elements. Lu Mingfei is no stranger to this state; he is increasingly resembling the King of Law on Earth… Reaching this level inevitably brings the attention of higher beings. In the borderlands, this attention came from the Outer Gods, but on Earth, it is utter solitude.

He examined the Nibelungen beneath his feet.

Judging from its structure and energy level, it wasn't particularly sophisticated; with his current abilities, he could create a more effective barrier under the same conditions. However, he still noticed some clues. This Nibelungen was deliberately built so crudely, and the alchemical traces within it somewhat resembled Odin's work.

To beings at the Dragon King level, such inferior Nibelungen is like a torch in the darkness. Nibelungen is the Dragon King's castle, but this castle is particularly conspicuous and simple—a decoy.

Lu Mingfei didn't believe that the person behind the scenes could have foreseen his emergence as a variable. Therefore, Nibelungen was originally intended for other powerful enemies. Judging from the current situation, apart from the Wind King and the sleeping Nidhogg, the other Dragon Kings were merely pawns even without Lu Mingfei's appearance.

A decoy designed for Nidhogg.

But would someone as powerful as Black King really be deceived by something so rudimentary?

Lu Mingfei stretched out his hand, and the materialized spatial interface was like an extremely smooth mirror. Centered on his point of contact, a shadowy reflective surface appeared in the air, which looked extremely unstable.

Alchemy is inherently technical; it's difficult for those who don't know it, but easy for those who do. In Lu Mingfei's vision, the ethereal Nibelungen was actually a visible entity, composed of countless ever-changing edges, faces, and vertices. He had merely captured a relatively smooth facet and temporarily fixed it. For him now, there was no need to abide by the so-called "labyrinth rules" of Nibelungen; just as having the ability to break down walls rendered doors useless.

On the other side of the interface, a biting wind was blowing. After confirming everything was alright, Lu Mingfei took a step forward, half his body passing over the interface.

Just then, he suddenly turned around and looked due north. A gaze came from the depths of the starry sky, refracted by the North Pole, and landed on him.

A warm feeling wafted in from the other side of the interface, and Lu Mingfei was pulled into it.

……

Meanwhile, Melina and Lu Mingze, inside the alchemical matrix in the ice cellar of Kassel College, sensed something amiss, noticing that the materials constituting the dolls' bodies had fallen into an extremely unstable state. Located at the center of the enhanced "Discipline," elemental turbulence instantly formed, and countless threads rose from the two of them, as if drawn by some unseen force.

“My brother’s existence is disappearing from the real world.” Lu Mingze looked very calm. “The abilities of that Night Law Witch are also failing. There shouldn’t be anyone in Nibelungen who can do this.”

Melina just stared at him.

"It really wasn't me. My real body is indeed there, but even if I had some kind of scheme, shouldn't I have waited for my brother to release me?" Lu Mingze spread his hands innocently.

The personnel stationed in the ice cellar were mostly researchers. The monitoring room was in chaos. Because the alchemy matrix used many materials that were harmful to the human body, this super-large matrix was completely separated from the personnel's activity space in the ice cellar. Thick protective equipment was required to enter.

But before the control room could connect to the emergency call, and before the emergency personnel preparing to enter could even put on their protective suits, the two people in the center of the matrix had completely disappeared in a burst of light, the intense light even damaging all the surveillance cameras.

Chapter 251 Exploration