Dragon Raja: Lu Mingfei Returns from the Elden Ring

The supreme will pressed down on Lu Mingfei's shoulder and gave him a gentle push.

Lu Mingfei felt as if he had fallen from the heavens into darkness. Unlike his bewildered arrival, this time he crossed the passage with a clear mind. Time and space lost their shape here; light had already reached its end from its very beginning, and everything was in an infinite cycle of reflection.

Lu Mingfei tried to release his mental energy to experience this hard-won experience. Countless abstract lights, colors and symbols were reflected in his eyes. Eventually, these disordered jumbled codes began to converge into regular lines and images, in which life, time and evolution were distorted.

Everything is coming to an end, manifesting in all sorts of deaths. Some deaths are glorious, some are sordid, some are significant, and some are unnoticed... The laws of the universe are neither good nor bad; it is humanity's distinction of death that gives meaning to events.

In a daze, he reached out his hand.

Time froze at the moment the flames climbed up the girl's body, illuminating her face beneath the cloak and giving her skin a healthy blush. The burning clothes swayed in the hot wind, their light like pearls of all sizes, floating around her.

……

The raging fire assaulted her face, and Melina lowered her eyes, preparing to face death.

The flames parted before her, like waves crashing against rocks. She looked up, and there was clearly nothing in front of her, yet the flames drew an outline out of thin air, and a phantom figure reached out as if to caress her cheek.

Across a distance of time and space that even gods could not overcome, she reached out and grasped the figure's hand. At that moment, the strings of fate were forcibly plucked; many who had died would not die, the illusory dreamscapes would no longer be nothingness, the black end could no longer sever all the threads of destiny, and the world would move forward anew.

The raging fire, which had consumed most of the world, finally subsided.

The figure before Melina's eyes had vanished, the depiction of flames gone, and she turned to look at the King of Mad Fire, born from the near-destruction illusion.

He is the newly born King of Mad Fire, and he has no connection with his old body. His purpose is undoubtedly to fill the entire world with chaos, and no one can stop him.

But Melina knew she only needed to wait.

……

As he gradually approached reality, Lu Mingfei began to sense several different forces. One was located in the North Pole of the Earth, possessing the same kind of law as the Primal Furnace of the Dragon Clan, which was nurtured by the Mad Fire in his hand, but a more powerful force. The other was a force similar to the Primal Furnace, which was approaching the North Pole and was gradually rising.

In the darkness, he heard someone calling his name.

Pompeii's plan was divided into three parts: the best strategy was to safely steal the power belonging to the Black Emperor by combining alchemy and science; the middle strategy was to devour all his brothers and sisters and fight the Black Emperor; and the worst strategy was to restart the timeline and start over if he failed.

Judging from the current situation, his best and second-best strategies have undoubtedly failed. Although the research on Caesar and Chen Motong has made some progress, it is still far from successful, and Lu Mingfei has seized most of the power of the various Dragon Kings.

But sometimes crisis is also opportunity. Through countless interactions with Lu Mingfei, he discovered that attempting to create power out of thin air from a genetic perspective was impossible; the correct path was the "Great Rune" that Lu Mingfei possessed. With the full support of the Holy Palace Medical Association, this secret research finally yielded some results.

Studying "Runes" differs from studying the power of dragons. The power of dragons is essentially the spiritual power of a living organism, requiring the development, growth, and training of the experimental individual. Experiments with "Runes," however, can be conducted directly on cloned infants!

Ultimately, it was proven that the conversion of authority could be achieved within a vessel similar to a Great Rune; fire, water, sky, earth, and spirit could all be transformed into one another, requiring only the vessel and its contents… The Black King's authority was also a content. He was the King of Sky and Wind, and he was the best vessel; the contents he chose were the two experiments closest to success.

The original cultivation container became completely meaningless to Chen Motong in this process, and could be left with the Secret Party as a smokescreen.

He succeeded.

After undergoing brutal experimental modifications, the Dragon King's body devoured the descendants who had merged with the Black King's flesh and blood. The Wind King's authority is now giving way to the Black Sovereign's omnipotent power. In this process, the authority of the sky and the wind is constantly weakening, yet it is reborn under the influence of the Black King's authority, like buds sprouting from a rotting wound.

He had undoubtedly become more powerful. The expansion of his power allowed him to enter a new perspective: above the spiritual power of the elements, there was the spiritual power of the soul. The spiritual power of the soul did not need to command the elements because its connection with the authority of the elements was closer, like two sides of the same coin.

The so-called inherent nature is bright and clear.

He saw the spirits of Caesar and Percy in the darkness again, which was a new tonic.

He was about to devour the souls of Caesar and Percy, but he could not go any further. His fingertips stopped in front of Caesar's trembling eyelashes, as if they were separated by a world.

A hand rests on Caesar's shoulder, radiating brilliance!

The light pierced the darkness like countless golden spears, and a pair of dazzling wings spread out, protecting Caesar and Percy.

"The throne belongs to you, the soul to me."

Lu Mingfei's voice rang out.

Pompeii was stunned for a moment, then flew into a rage. This was a sacrifice that saddened him, a sacred and crucial moment, and any disturbance was unforgivable!

Like a raging beast, he plunged into the radiance, oblivious to the fact that the light was scorching his soul.

A hand pressed against his chest and gave him a sudden shove.

The radiance receded rapidly, and time seemed to stand still for a moment. Each beam of light stretched out an infinitely extending line, and Pompeii fell into the abyss of radiance, the distance between them growing infinitely greater.

"roll."

Thunder rumbled in the darkness.

Chapter 277 Paradise

Percy's memory was still of the family laboratory, where he and Mr. Frost, the acting head of the family, took a hidden elevator to the ground floor, led by the project manager. When the door opened, it was completely empty; all the expensive equipment the family had invested in had been moved away, and no one was on duty during working hours, with only the emergency lights shining forlornly.

He always believed that his bloodline was extremely dangerous, and that in the entire history of the Secret Society, without using the Blood Explosion technique, only a handful of people could stand shoulder to shoulder with him.

In just over ten seconds, his understanding was completely overturned.

The usually frail researcher threw a punch, the wind whistling through the air. The force of the blow caused his hastily crossed forearm to crack. The intense pain was the perfect catalyst for activating his dragon blood; understanding the enemy's strangeness, he almost immediately activated his third level of blood burst.

"The path to godhood?" He heard the researcher, whose physique had swelled several times over, say, "The old gods are dead."

The researcher rushed up, laughing loudly.

He activated the power of words, pushing the dustless land to its limit, and a gale rose beneath his feet.

The air in his domain is being drawn away by some force, soon creating a vacuum. This is no longer a defensive incantation, but rather reveals an aggressive offensive.

High-speed, turbulent, and fine airflows sliced ​​through the researcher's body. These sharp wind blades instinctively cut through steel, but only tore the researcher's clothes apart. The skin beneath the clothes was bluish-black and hard, with a bronze-like luster.

Bronze throne.

The researchers, like an unstoppable tank, broke through the dust-free realm. Bubbles in another realm suddenly expanded, instantly engulfing one-third of the dust-free realm. Black flames flowed across the surface of that realm's membrane, and the intense heat rapidly increased.

Junyan.

In a short period of time, the researchers released two high-risk incantations.

Percy finally understood the significance of the other party's words, "The Old Gods are dead." The Secret Society's years of accumulated knowledge about dragon bloodlines would be overturned. Who was it? Had the family's experimental project been stolen? But he didn't have time to think further; he saw Frost, who had drawn the sword from his staff, being knocked down by another researcher.

Time zero.

The researcher's figure flashed briefly under the light, and Frost knelt down.

"Come back here."

Percy heard a shout. Junyan's domain shattered before it could even take shape. The high-temperature airflow, drawn by the dustless land, erupted and instantly ignited the researcher's clothes. Two figures stood in the flames; the user of Time Zero had actually stopped the user of the Bronze Throne.

“As you can see, we are somewhat unstable experimental subjects,” the user of Time Zero said to Percy. “We have no intention of harming you, Mr. Percy. The head of the family requests your presence.”

There was only one head of the Gattuso family, Pompeii Gattuso.

Percy maintained the shrunken domain of the Dustless Land. The other person stood at the edge of the domain, upright and unaffected by the high-speed airflow. Time Zero did not have this effect, so the other person was clearly also a user of dual-word spirits. Combining this with the phrase "an unstable experimental subject," Percy roughly understood the other person's identity.

Is the patriarch the real mastermind? What made him willing to break with the family? Caesar? Lu Mingfei? Conflicts with the elders?

Mr. Frost is probably dead. His life, it seems, was ruined by the zero of time; he died without ever having the chance to charge into battle with his sword. Percy often saw Frost leaning on his cane, like a knight standing on the battlefield, saying, "Before the shadow of death comes, our shadows are already bathed in the light of resurrection." He added, "Percy, death is never what stands before us."

Percy couldn't understand what the patriarch was trying to do. The only thing he could figure out was that a plan that was even darker than the family's top-secret experiments and required the violent killing of the family's current high-ranking members to continue must be incredibly astonishing, and whether it was even based on a human perspective was unknown.

He could imagine Caesar succeeding the Gattuso family, but Caesar would never accept such a thing.

He stood up, and the sound of bones growing echoed throughout his body. Even the three-stage blood explosion couldn't change his body; now, dense dragon scales were piercing his skin, rapidly growing a layer of bluish-black scales.

"Idiot, you've messed up again." The user of Time Zero kicked the user of the Bronze Throne who had already passed out.

Percy's vision was shrouded in a layer of dark mist, within which all the blood-dripping creatures appeared like beacons in the darkness. He suddenly swung his claws, tearing apart the researcher thrown by the Time Zero user. The moment he landed, he spun around and sliced ​​through the air behind him, blood blooming as the researcher was forced to exit Time Zero.

This was Percy's last memory; afterwards, his consciousness was completely consumed by the dragon's blood.

……

This place seems to be in space, with no gravity and no light.

Caesar had already woken up and was "following" behind Lu Mingfei, still haunted by the memory of being devoured alive by his own father. When Percy woke up, they had already traveled quite a distance.

“Young Master Caesar? Mr. Lu Mingfei?” Percy said. “It was Pompeii who killed Mr. Frost! He wanted to destroy the Gattuso family, and we were all pawns.”

“Yes, we already know,” Caesar said. “Frost is not dead, but the Gattuso family is probably destroyed.”

"Where...where are we?" Percy finally came to his senses.

“Heaven?” Caesar was unsure.

"You still believe in heaven?" Lu Mingfei turned around.

“Of course, my whole family is Catholic,” Caesar said confidently.

"So when you die, you can enter a world full of good people with wings and halos." Lu Mingfei thought carefully about the movies and TV shows about heaven he had seen.

“No, no, my imagination of paradise is more like the one in Constantine,” Caesar corrected. “I don’t want to live in a birdman’s paradise.”

“Constantine?” Lu Mingfei asked.

"It's a fantasy film co-produced by DC Comics and Warner Bros., starring Keanu Reeves," Parcy explained, a little confused but still considerate.

“I know, he was in The Matrix,” Lu Mingfei said. “Was Heaven in that movie really this dark?”

"On Snow Star, the sun shines brightly, and clouds swirl in the valleys. Everything is new—warmth, light, no shadows, no sorrow," Caesar said softly. "I believe in Heaven because my mother lives there. This is not Heaven. You saved us; is this some kind of Nibelungen, a dragon-king-level place?"

“I never expected you to save me, and I apologize for my past offenses,” Percy said.

"Don't be silly, young man. I'm standing in heavenly glory, crowned with a halo and wings of fire. Do you expect me to haggle with a ghoul?" Lu Mingfei said nonchalantly.

Chapter 278 Returning to Reality

A flash of light appeared in the chaos, its echo growing clearer amidst the disorder. It was a creation-like miracle, a condensation of vanished things from nothingness. But Lu Mingfei knew that this was fundamentally different from an supreme will arbitrarily altering atomic structures and creating life. This was less creation and more a reflection.

The essence of the existence of deities. First, deities exist because of the law, and the law exists because of deities; second, deities exist beyond the material world.

On the fire-scorched earth, the projections symbolizing the history and wars of the dragon race vanished, and ashes obscured the sky, swirling and falling. On Nidhogg's charred bones, flesh grew wildly, and a golden eyeball condensed first, spinning and taking in the hellish scene.

It felt instinctively uneasy.

Lu Mingfei's existence had completely vanished, but this was abnormal; the unclaimed authority seemed to have disappeared with his death. The next second, as if sensing something, it abruptly raised its head and looked up at the sky.

"Now that you are caught in a net, how can you have wings?"

"I fear this is not the soul I have known in my past life; the journey is long and unpredictable."

"The world is full of turmoil, and boats may capsize."

"The waters are deep and the waves are wide, so that no dragon may get its way."

Someone was reciting poetry leisurely in the void, but as the words fell, the person disappeared.

Nidhogg struggled to his feet, unfurling his tattered dragon wings, attempting to escape. In the elemental vision, a sun rose, too bright to look at directly! The heavens were about to collapse!