Dragon Raja: Lu Mingfei Returns from the Elden Ring

“I’m sorry, child,” he said.

Lu Mingfei's face flickered under the warning lights, and the bullet seemed to vanish into thin air amidst the flash. Lu Lincheng even doubted whether he had fired the shot, wondering if he was hallucinating again. The next second, Lu Mingfei calmly looked up and said to the hidden surveillance camera in the corner of the elevator, "Open the door."

The alarm was lifted, the elevator continued its descent, and the doors opened as scheduled.

Lu Lincheng didn't understand what kind of power was changing reality.

Two armed researchers stood outside the door. Given the level of this place, their weapons must be loaded with Philosopher's Stone bullets, and Lu Lincheng saw hope again. However, the researchers ignored him, seemingly disregarding even the emergency warnings in the elevator.

"Secretary-General Lu, the final sanctuary is now open," the two researchers said respectfully to Lu Mingfei. "The committee members are waiting for you in the conference room. Is there anything else you need?"

“Let the guide go ‘rest,’ he’s a bit tired,” Lu Mingfei said.

Lu Lincheng was somewhat distraught as the researchers held him up. He had lost his strength and could not even activate his Blood Explosion ability. He was forcibly dragged away by two civilian staff members, and the gun in his hand had somehow turned into a high-quality replica.

"I am the Secretary-General! I am Lu Lincheng!" he shouted.

"Secretary-General Lu, should we increase the dosage of sedatives this time?" The two researchers were finding it difficult to cope with the crazy Lu Lincheng.

Lu Mingfei didn't answer them, but looked at Lu Lincheng and said, "Don't worry, Dad, I'll handle everything. War has come, but it's not in any form you can imagine."

Lu Lincheng was dragged away.

Lu Mingfei stepped through the heavy security door, ignoring the protective suit prepared for him by the staff, and walked straight into the magnificent alchemical matrix. The tall and empty space was only illuminated by emergency lights, and the pale blue mercury flowed through the intricate tree-like patterns. The power of the Word of Power was slightly affected here, much like a breeze stirring a candle flame.

"Start the elevator." Someone said in a monitoring room, separated by nearly 10 meters of concrete.

Lu Mingfei had now arrived at the center of the matrix, where the ceaselessly flowing mercury converged, forming a deep pool. Extensive heat accumulated, and mercury vapor dissipated through several exhaust channels, still creating a misty environment, with bubbles rising from the pool. What appeared to be the eye of a typhoon was actually the most active region in the matrix.

The rumbling sound of mechanical transmission came from beneath our feet, echoing powerfully.

The four broken pillar tops gradually emerged from the water, bringing with them a large number of bubbles. The milky white mercury vapor instantly obscured everything around them. Lu Mingfei calmly watched the bronze pillars slowly rise, completely unaffected by the mercury vapor, as if he had encountered Stonehenge in the misty morning of Salisbury Plain.

Mercury flowed through the patterns on the bronze pillar, eventually revealing itself completely.

This is an execution platform, with crimson-gold chains connecting each bronze pillar, suspending the central human figure. In addition, a twisted, dark-gold spear is nailed to the figure's chest. An uninformed observer might mistake this place for the imprisonment of some monkey who wreaked havoc in Heaven; the scale of the execution is no less impressive, with blades chopped, axes hacked, lightning struck, and fire burned—nothing is spared.

"What are your thoughts looking at your miserable state?" Lu Mingfei asked.

Lu Mingze couldn't answer him. He was suspended in the center of the alchemical matrix, acting as a bio-battery, and the long-term immersion in mercury had made him appear silvery-white. He lowered his head, offering no response.

But then there were indeed voices answering Lu Mingfei.

"Is this interesting?" Lu Mingze stood side by side with Lu Mingfei. "You stole my dream just to show off your current power? Kill them all, brother?"

“I have no grudge against them. If you want to kill them, do it yourself.” Lu Mingfei shrugged.

"So what brings you here?"

"It's just erasing the floating points of fate, there's no need to go on a killing spree." Lu Mingfei stepped forward, his feet treading on the void, and arrived in front of Lu Mingze's physical body. He grasped the Spear of Fate "Gungnir" on the other's chest and easily pulled it out.

The legendary Spear of Destiny, crafted from the branches of the World Tree, is truly authentic here. Even after the Spear of Destiny was pulled out, faint threads still connected the spearhead to Lu Mingze's heart. Lu Mingfei gently brushed the spear shaft and severed all the threads.

He turned around, looked towards the distant north, raised his gun, gathered his strength, and threw it.

The Spear of Destiny received an unprecedented blessing, an enhancement comparable to the power of destiny bestowed upon it on the day of its birth. The spear pierced through concrete, building layers, soil, and rock without hindrance, reaching high into the sky. Destiny, it seems, hits its target before it's even thrown; the process is irrelevant.

Freed from the suppression of the Spear of Destiny, Lu Mingze's body rapidly recovered, his heart being the first to revive. The torn muscles tightly closed, and then it began to pump, the sound of blood flowing clearly audible. The mercury at the base of the bronze pillar began to boil violently, and immense heat was being conducted through the crimson-gold chains.

This is the execution platform capable of executing dragon princes, but it is gradually overloaded, and the power of its words is rapidly turning violent.

Lu Mingze opened his eyes.

"You're not going to kill me next, are you?" A slight smile tugged at the corner of his lips, but there was no mirth in his eyes. "What's this called again, 'luring the enemy into a trap'?"

“I already said,” Lu Mingfei shook his head, “it’s just about erasing the surface of fate; there’s no need to kill anyone.”

After a long silence, Lu Mingze spoke again, "Since ancient times, all those with insight after the death of the Black King have sought to avoid the concentration of fate. Do you really have that ability? You do indeed possess great power, but Nidhogg has held these things for tens of thousands of years."

“If it was just to become a god, I wouldn’t have needed to get involved in the first place,” Lu Mingfei said. “It’s hard to say how much of my own will played a role in getting to this point, but one thing is certain: the fire has been lit and it will eventually burn toward the throne; there’s no way to avoid it.”

……

In the darkness of the Arctic Ocean, golden eyes lit up one after another, two rows of bright dragon eyes rotating, finally all fixing on a certain direction on the sea surface.

Inside the icebreaker, the man covered in scales also sensed something; he looked up at the sky through the porthole.

A golden meteor pierced through the clouds, the thread of fate connecting him to his chest, and deathly energy suddenly arose.

"Lu Mingfei!" he gritted his teeth.

Chapter 283 The Demise of the Holy Palace Medical Association

Lu Mingze's body quickly regained its vitality. The intense vital signs seemed to trigger some kind of detection device, and the dim emergency lights turned into a glaring red alarm. However, after a long time, no armed personnel came in to intervene. Everything in the monitoring room was normal. The security guard on duty sat in front of the screen, leisurely stirring his coffee, and casually cut off the alarm reporting channel.

Lu Mingze broke free of his chains, the ends of which were fused together. For the first time since his resurrection, he displayed his powers, creating a new set of clothes for himself. These were the standard pajamas of Kassel College. For a time, Fingel would jump around the dormitory in these clothes, and later Constantine joined him.

"Alright, whatever you want, whatever you want to do, as long as it's within my capabilities, I can do it." Lu Mingze bowed politely, displaying a gentlemanly demeanor.

"Little God?" Lu Mingfei raised an eyebrow.

“Genius… set me free, and I’ll grant you three wishes,” Lu Mingze said.

“No need, you’re being honest.” Lu Mingfei waved his hand.

This time it was Lu Mingze's turn to be puzzled. The freedom he had waited for for countless years was actually free, which was really suspicious.

Lu Mingfei stretched out his hand, and as if performing close-up magic, flicked his fingers to conjure a golden Destiny Card, then flicked it away again to make it disappear from his palm. In a daze, Lu Mingze couldn't see the contents of the card clearly, only remembering that the name was [Supreme].

Under the Three Gorges Dam, Lu Mingfei once guided Ye Sheng and Jiu Deyaji to escape in the Bronze City. At that time, he was on the upper level, clearing obstacles for the two on the lower level.

Lu Mingze suddenly realized that he was walking on the lower level, while Lu Mingfei was already standing on a higher level. The obstacle in between was fate, not the pseudo-fate he created in the dream realm, nor the half-baked fate that Odin indirectly manipulated through alchemy, but the real fate, equivalent to Nidhogg's status.

As long as Lu Mingfei has enough mental strength, he can theoretically mass-produce the so-called Gun of Destiny.

Any lies or cover-ups are futile in the face of him; he sees only the final result. As long as fate remains undisturbed, whatever happens before his eyes is meaningless.

"I think that's really impressive." Lu Mingze clicked his tongue in praise. "Big brother, what's our next step? To punch Odin, kick the black dragon, or start a world war?"

"Let's have a meeting first."

Deep within the haven, on a certain level, the conference table was full of people, except for the head seat, which was empty. The Supreme Council oversees all matters. Apart from some routine affairs handled by the Secretary-General, regular meetings are held in the upper floors of the haven, with only highly confidential meetings taking place underground.

Logically speaking, the secretary-general, who does miscellaneous tasks, has no right to attend such a meeting, let alone sit in the main seat, but no one raised any objections or showed any impatience.

When Lu Mingfei pushed open the conference room door, all the members of the Supreme Committee stood up.

“Secretary-General Lu, the Elders’ Council attaches great importance to our intelligence this time,” the Chairman said. His seat was closest to the head of the table. Everyone else had tea in front of them, but he had a red landline phone in front of him. He picked up the receiver and handed it to Lu Mingfei.

Within the entire safe haven, no more than a dozen people knew about this confidential hotline, and many of the later-promoted committee members had never even seen it. Today's meeting could be said to have been convened because of this phone call.

Lu Mingfei answered the phone, and the line was connected about two seconds later.

"What on earth happened? Why was the alarm system shut down?!" The person on the other end of the phone was furious. "Where have you been spending hundreds of millions of dollars every year? Do you know this is a critical moment?!"

Everyone present looked puzzled and bewildered. Everything seemed normal in their safe haven. The usually taciturn Elders' hotline had turned into a tirade, a barrage of insults. It didn't seem like a baseless rumor; something terrible must have happened. They all turned their gaze to Lu Mingfei, hoping their leader could handle the situation.

Lu Mingfei remained silent. The other party seemed to realize something and also fell silent, with only faint breathing sounds coming from the speaker.

"Goodbye," Lu Mingfei said softly.

The call abruptly ended, jolting everyone in the conference room awake. They were confused, bewildered, and then filled with fear. One by one, golden eyes lit up, and all eyes focused on the young man at the far end of the conference table.

No one has been able to successfully chant the dragon script.

The fate of the Holy Palace Medical Association is severed.

"My God, what have we done?" the Chairman muttered to himself. "Has the Supreme One already been liberated?"

Lu Mingfei didn't answer their questions. He stood up and sat down at the head of the table at the far end, resting his chin on his hand. Everyone thought they were seeing things and were seeing two Lu Mingfeis, but they soon realized that there really were two Lu Mingfeis in the room.

Standing, Lu Mingfei exuded majesty, his entire body radiating golden light. Seated, Lu Mingfei's expression was serene and more human, like a god incarnate. Having condensed the authority of the five elements, Lu Mingfei created such a dragon king-level avatar with no difficulty.

The power of the starry sky gave him an inexhaustible source of spiritual energy. If it weren't for the limitations of the five elements themselves, he could easily create several clones.

Such a divine light and shadow, simply by existing, erased the members' domains. The earth, water, wind, and fire that had already manifested in their domains were all drawn into the crown of the divine light and shadow.

The next moment, the pressure of a Dragon King-level aura spread out.

Throughout the entire haven, every sentient being felt this terrifying threat. The committee members, being closest, collapsed to the ground, each feeling as if a mountain was pressing down on their shoulders. This pain remained at a level that kept them conscious, but it was not actually life-threatening.

Above and below ground, people are awakening as if from a dream.

Amidst the commotion, Lu Mingfei rose and walked out of the conference room. The corridor was in chaos; people, some collapsing, others on the verge of collapse, ran frantically, vying for control of the emergency elevators. In their perceived madness, an unseen order was actually maintained. Those who thought they were crowding the elevator were, in reality, queuing.

Pushing past the disheveled crowd with their varied expressions, Lu Mingfei rudely cut in line and entered the elevator.

Upon reaching the surface, everyone there was fleeing. Lu Mingfei, under the intimidation of his clone, subtly suggested the urge to "leave the safe haven." The creatures within the safe haven were fleeing the clone in the opposite direction.

The Secret Service forces outside the safe haven launched an attack and took over.

Before them, the wind and snow stopped in a matter of seconds, and a city suddenly appeared in what was once a blurry mountain silhouette or glacial cliff, like a mirage.

Chapter 284 March

It was a spectacular migration. The Secret Service army had expected to face the troublesome Doomsday faction forces, but what they encountered first were herds of animals moving through the icy hills and valleys: reindeer, sable, snowy owls, lemmings... and snow-white Arctic foxes, who seemed completely unafraid of the roar of armored vehicles and helicopters, charging straight towards them.

The moment the two sides met, there was no chaos as expected. The animals moved swiftly between people and vehicles. A young third-year female intern secretly broke off half a biscuit in an attempt to lure a few small animals, but the animals showed no intention of stopping.

“This looks like an earthquake or a volcanic eruption,” Ye Sheng said. “Lu Mingfei said there’s no need to panic, these are all normal phenomena, and the Doomsday Faction has already disarmed.”

"The think tank's message is that we cannot be careless, we should disperse our forces, and be wary of ambushes," said the representative of the secret society family.

Ye Sheng agreed with his assessment. Just moments before, his "snake" had wandered out uncontrollably, and then he heard Lu Mingfei's voice. In any case, better safe than sorry.

Lu Mingfei returned to "home".

Both Jovie and Lu Mingze were there. Jovie was also mentally shaken, but only to a conscious degree; she wasn't driven to flee by strong mental suggestions. Even so, her complexion was not good.

"Those boys and girls, those in the intelligence..."

“Yes, they’re long dead.” Lu Mingze showed no remorse for being the instigator. “You guys greet each other every day, you’re colleagues, but they’re just air.”

“Their clothing, food, housing, and transportation do indeed affect the objective world.” Giovanni raised her head and stared into Lu Mingze’s eyes.

Lu Mingze sighed, then said, "Whose objectivity is it? Your objectivity is too easy to modify. You just need to give certain people a hint, and someone will throw away the food, and some unlucky person will share the workload."

"The one who created all of this must also be the Dragon King, right? Didn't he think of this?" Giovanni frowned.

“Not every Dragon King cares about ordinary living beings like he does.” Lu Mingze’s eyes suddenly darkened, and he said, half-narrating and half-threatening, “For us, life is just a part of the evolutionary tree. We thank you for your contributions to the prosperity of the Divine Throne, but the life or death of some of you is not important… If I had to say, it’s like your attitude towards lab rats.”

Lu Mingfei pushed the door open and entered, pointing at him and saying, "I'm still here, behave yourself."

"That's right, that's what it used to be. Now I'm practically tied to your warship too." Lu Mingze immediately switched to a fawning tone, rubbing his hands together like a Sichuan opera face-changing act.