Dragon Raja: Lu Mingfei Returns from the Elden Ring

Chu Zihang silently retreated until he reached the edge of the clearing. The snow on the ground had long been cleared away, along with layers of decaying leaves, moss, lichen, and other debris. An alchemical matrix was etched into the frozen soil. Chu Zihang had studied alchemy; alchemical matrices usually required specific containers and contents, and this was the first time he had seen one made of soil.

But he unconditionally trusted Lu Mingfei.

When he arrived, he exchanged pleasantries with Ye Sheng and asked about Lu Mingfei's current situation. Ye Sheng's reply at the time was quite meaningful.

“Silently recite his name and pray sincerely, and maybe he will hear you.”

Lu Mingfei stood in the center of the alchemy matrix, holding the stainless steel cylinder preserved in liquid nitrogen with his bare hands. One by one, the stacked boxes opened automatically, and the precious alchemical materials gathered into a stream, floating in mid-air. They returned to their correct positions in mid-air and then fell into the matrix on the ground with perfect fit.

Chu Zihang could clearly feel that a powerful domain had been activated. When the boundary of the domain swept over him, it was like a spring breeze. It was hard to imagine feeling such a vibrant life force in the frigid far north.

The alchemical matrix is ​​not the main character. Lu Mingfei doesn't need to manipulate the mind through the alchemical matrix at all. The matrix is ​​just a way to more gently plunder life force; in other words, it's the food prepared for the cocooning process.

He raised the stainless steel cylinder, leaned close, and whispered, "In him is life, and that life is the light of mankind. I grant you that your feet will tread in the path of light, and you will never be swallowed by the shadow of the dragon."

A change far more intense than the domain suddenly erupted, and Chu Zihang unconsciously ignited his Golden Eyes. To him, the words sounded like booming bells, vast and ancient. A myriad of illusions assaulted his vision, as if he had activated his spiritual vision for the second time.

Chapter 287 Bone Vial

The vegetation grew wildly; seeds dormant in the soil seemed to have lived for decades in just a few seconds; ancient trees rose from the ground; the cycle of life and death beneath the trees was instantaneous. Chu Zihang felt as if he were watching a time-lapse video of plant growth: the grass wriggled and broke through the soil, sprouted branches and buds, blossomed and bore fruit, withered and decayed... in one cycle after another.

The stainless steel cylinder in Lu Mingfei's hand floated up, with reddish-brown patterns climbing and extending on the cylinder wall. Soon the entire cylinder turned into fragments and scattered. What was originally a piece of bone inside the cylinder was revealed to be a crystal-clear cocoon.

Chu Zihang suddenly realized that there were specks of light floating around the cocoon. These were actually the reflections of sunlight on the cocoon silk. The cocoon was extending its silk threads outward, drawing life force from its surroundings.

Lu Mingfei took a few steps back, then suddenly turned around and pointed at Chu Zihang.

Jun Yan's domain erupted uncontrollably, forming a dark barrier within a one-meter radius around Chu Zihang.

“Microorganisms,” Lu Mingfei said succinctly.

Chu Zihang instantly understood: the permafrost, seemingly a wasteland of life, might actually harbor microorganisms capable of surviving at extreme temperatures, including pathogens harmful to humans. This life-giving region not only catalyzes the growth of plant seeds in the permafrost but also stimulates the activity of microorganisms.

Throughout this process, Chu Zihang's gaze never left the cocoon.

After an unknown amount of time, thick layers of humus, thick enough to cover a living person, had accumulated in the area several times. The cocoon was several times larger than its original form, surrounded by a complex cocoon silk system as intricate as a spider web. However, most of the cocoon silk had begun to decompose, and although the life force within the cocoon was active, it showed no signs of regrowth.

At this moment, Lu Mingfei stepped forward, took a handful of cocoon silk, and then used his fingers as a knife to cut his palm.

The blood flowing from the wound wasn't red; it was more like a deep, dark blue mist seeping from it. Chu Zihang's gaze was drawn to the blood, then he suddenly felt an immense pressure, forcing him to lower his eyes. The dragon blood was warning him, reminding him not to look directly at Lu Mingfei in the present moment.

Lu Mingfei's blood quickly flowed along the cocoon silk, eroding the entire system that plundered life force.

The cycle of plant growth is frozen in an instant. Various plants that are sprouting, flourishing, blooming, and withering are all undergoing transformations. Tiny, crystalline branches grow from the roots, stems, and leaves. Even the towering trees around us begin to grow these branches, which look like works of art carved from sapphires. However, they exhibit the characteristics of living things, growing leaves and bearing fruit.

Deep, crystalline buds. When all the buds mature, they will see the gods.

A tranquil atmosphere spread, and the flow of time slowed dramatically; this was a brand new realm.

Lu Mingfei is forcibly infusing the cocoon with a spirit possessing the attribute of "infinity." For him, as long as he doesn't consume the world itself, he can infinitely unleash incantations, magic, or prayers—a power equal to that of the elements and destiny.

The cocoon indeed began to grow, and at this time all the cocoon silks transformed into dark blue threads, the cocoon itself becoming as black as ink. Originally only the size of a duck egg, it grew to the size of an ostrich egg for the first time, and now it is growing to about half a person's height.

After a long while, Chu Zihang felt the pressure lessen slightly. He looked up at the cocoon, which was now the size of a person's embrace, but it stopped again.

“It failed,” Lu Mingfei said. “Even if we force it to hatch, it will only be a strange lump of flesh and blood. Destroy it.”

Chu Zihang was startled and looked at Lu Mingfei, who had taken a step forward.

Even though it was just Lu Mingfei's back, Chu Zihang felt a pressure as if he were staring directly at the Dragon King. His vision quickly darkened, and the world centered on Lu Mingfei lost its color, followed by a loss of light. This gave him the illusion that he was retreating. He subconsciously took a step forward, wanting to stop Lu Mingfei from destroying the cocoon.

This step almost cost him his life.

Jun Yan collapsed first, then automatically exploded with blood, which quickly reached level five and then advanced to even higher intensities. Chu Zihang felt like he was inside a hydraulic press, the powerful force pushing him against a dark wall, threatening to crush him.

Fortunately, Lu Mingfei withdrew his oppressive aura just in time.

Chu Zihang knelt on the ground, his pupils bloodshot, his extremely high blood pressure nearly causing his golden eyes, which had been swollen to burst at five levels, to explode. His entire body was covered in scales and bone spurs, just like Xia Mi's former human form.

A heartbeat suddenly broke the silence.

He struggled to lift his head, enduring the excruciating pain throughout his body, and looked at the cocoon, from which he could hear his heartbeat.

“You’re halfway there,” Lu Mingfei said. “Your father really loves you.”

"Perhaps bringing my mother's recording would be more effective." Chu Zihang lowered his head, remaining kneeling, unable to move, his bones feeling as if they were falling apart.

Lu Mingfei waved his hand to disperse the cocoon silk and the surrounding plant debris, causing a thin layer of crystals to cover the surface of the cocoon. Now it no longer looked like a cocoon, but rather like a dinosaur egg fossil in the rock strata.

“There is no external force that can help with the incubation process,” Lu Mingfei said. “Talking to it occasionally might have an effect.”

Chu Zihang nodded. His biology class assignment used to require him to grow potted plants. The book said that music could promote plant growth, so he would set aside time for meditation every day, sit cross-legged in front of the potted plants, and play piano music by Beethoven and Mozart from the speakers next to him.

It sounds a lot like growing potted plants.

Lu Mingfei healed Chu Zihang's injuries, gave him a new set of clothes, and then handed him the giant egg.

Before long, Ye Sheng rushed over.

"What's going on with these trees? Command suspects there are secret experimental projects by remnants of the Doomsday Faction here. I stopped them." Ye Sheng had clearly rushed over; the sled dog was panting heavily.

Just then, Fingel's voice suddenly came.

"Holy crap, junior brother, you laid an egg?"

Ye Sheng was so shocked that he searched his entire body and finally realized that his communication system had been "requisitioned".

"EVA says it detected high-risk video footage. Ye Sheng, your motion recorder camera has been burned out. Remember to replace it with a new one later."

"I remember turning it off," Ye Sheng said, puzzled. While it was a departmental regulation for executive officers to carry recording devices, Ye Sheng possessed commander-level authority and could turn off the camera under the pretext of "classified operations."

“It’s quite easy for people in the Equipment Department to do some shady stuff,” Fingel said. “Although the Equipment Department is managed by the principal, there are still factions within it. Once the Gattuso family fell, other families took over the investment ratio.”

“Junior brother, your exaggerated behavior can be explained by the power of words, but dragon eggs are different. A little manipulation of public opinion can have serious consequences.”

“It’s not a dragon egg, it’s a bone jar,” Lu Mingfei said, shrugging.

“My God, you absolutely cannot say that in public.” Fingel practically jumped out of his headset. “Our news department’s budget is limited, and washing coal briquettes is hard work. Junior, every word is precious, remember that, remember that.”

Chapter 288 Arctic Conflict

"Is the takeover work almost over?" Lu Mingfei ignored Fingel.

“The classified information was moved out a long time ago. The past few days have been spent moving experimental equipment. The technological level of the Doomsday Faction is astonishing,” Ye Sheng said. “Today should be the last batch. We are discussing whether to shut down the safe haven or move in. Considering that you are still here, no one dares to make a decision right now.”

“The haven itself is an alchemical matrix, its function far exceeding the maintenance of a Nibelungen,” Lu Mingfei said calmly. “The Secret Party currently does not have the capability to deal with it.”

Ye Sheng pondered for a moment, "Should we blow it up? We brought industrial explosives with us."

“I’ll take care of it,” Lu Mingfei said. “Get everyone out of here.”

……

Rather than being imprisoned, Lu Lincheng was more likely under house arrest. Considering his status, the Secret Party did not take harsh measures against him, such as hypnotic interrogation followed by lobotomy and transfer to a special prison.

Aside from heavily armed guards, he didn't see anyone, and there wasn't even a proper interrogation. Lu Mingfei's current status was far higher than he had imagined; perhaps his son was already at the level of a school board member.

The lack of communication put immense pressure on him, like a prisoner with a sword hanging over his head, blindfolded yet constantly feeling the chill of the blade in the darkness. He was a pivotal figure in the Doomsday Faction, and such tranquility was abnormal, both emotionally and logically.

He pushed open the tent flap, and the light on the horizon had not diminished. The clouds were dazzling, and the vegetation on the ice field, covered with icicles, was crystal clear, as if covered with golden down, an unreal beauty. The undulations of the ice field were depicted by the light, its golden outline stretching like ocean waves.

But he quickly realized that something seemed different today. The radiance was trembling.

Finally, "Lu Mingfei," hovering above the harbor, stirred. He opened his eyes and surveyed the harbor's buildings. Under his oppressive aura, no living being remained in the harbor. He raised his hand, and starting from his fingertips, his body gradually crumbled, disintegrating into countless strands.

The lines multiplied, and His entire body disintegrated. The scattered lines were as light as cotton, yet they also radiated light. When these lines touched the building, the concrete immediately exploded and cracked, a burst of high temperature erupted, and expanding air and moisture escaped from the cracks, emitting a sharp "hoarse" sound.

When "Lu Mingfei" had completely transformed into countless flying threads, a colossal incantation took shape. The high temperature intensified again, and flames ignited among the ruins, gradually connecting and spreading until they finally formed a blazing hell.

Everyone in the Secret Party witnessed this process.

The raging flames were bound by some unseen interface, forming gentle, undulating curves like water, flowing at hundreds of kilometers per hour within the sheltered area, destroying everything visible solid matter. It looked like a sea of ​​lava or flat sand dunes, but it was ultimately more like waves—a true sea of ​​fire.

Humanity possesses similar super weapons, but remains concerned about their uncontrollability and foreseeable catastrophic consequences.

Such a being, whose power is completely manipulated by the will of an intelligent individual, is usually referred to as a god in the legends of all regions and peoples.

"Aren't you going to act anymore?" Fingel murmured as he looked at Lu Mingfei's masterpiece through the screen.

At that moment, in the distant Arctic, Odin, who was preparing his ultimate Word of Power, suddenly sensed something and looked towards a certain place in the south. Beneath his feet, in the Arctic Ocean, the waters were boiling, and a massive black shadow swam in the shallow waters, hundreds of meters deep, waiting for its chance to strike.

Lu Mingfei, who also sensed the commotion near the Arctic, returned the gaze and disappeared from the sight of the Secret Service members.

He arrived at the edge of the Nibelungen almost instantly.

The air barrier stretching across the heavens and earth expanded rapidly. This was the boundary of a certain domain, and its size had exceeded the scope of the power of words. Maintaining such a domain might be able to drain a next-generation species dry in a few seconds.

Where the air curtain passed, ice and snow collapsed, and a fog-like ice crystal storm took the lead, sweeping in from all directions.

“Use the storm to defeat the storm,” Lu Mingfei said softly.

The air curtain and the blizzard suddenly froze, the flow of time slowed dramatically, and the snow streams, propelled by immense force, tumbled and rolled, crushing and overturning each other with tremendous power. Everything became predictable.

Lu Mingfei reached out as if to touch the air barrier. With his words, a command was given, and the air barrier trembled, unable to maintain its shape. Visible airflow was detaching from the air barrier, and this erosion imprinted a spiral-shaped air mass on the surface of the air barrier. The wind on the air mass was constantly gathering towards Lu Mingfei's hand.

The supreme authority of the wind element manifested as a long spear.

Time resumed its flow. The wind and snow, carrying momentum, engulfed Lu Mingfei. The next second, the storm pierced through the cover. Lu Mingfei, holding his spear, swung it lightly, and the storm swept across, slicing a sharp gash in the snow and ice stretching to the horizon, and sweeping away the glacial debris in the distance.

Having crossed the borders of the Nibelungen and the realm of ultimate incantations, Lu Mingfei finally met Odin.

The two faced each other across the sea when the dark shadow on the seabed suddenly changed direction and rushed straight towards Lu Mingfei, until it passed under his feet and disappeared into the sea behind him.

Throughout, Lu Mingfei remained composed, holding his gun, without even glancing at the dark figure.

Witnessing the departure of the Nidhogg infant, Odin's gaze immediately fell upon Lu Mingfei. He was now dressed in mythological attire, except for a gruesome scar on his chest; his armor had melted and the wound had carbonized—the marks left by Gungnir.

"Don't you understand the situation?" Odin said coldly. "We are the weaker party who should be forming an alliance."

"You're confused because you can't see your destiny," Lu Mingfei said with a faint smile.

“Do you know what His resurrection looks like? He must be eradicated now.” Odin tried to reason with him. “We have many grudges, which can be settled later. Look at us, high above the heavens and earth, we are no longer like the crawling creatures. We are gods, great gods, and all of this must be built upon His death, Nidhogg! Do you even know what Nidhogg is?”

“I’ve seen guys like you before. I know what you want, and I know what the world will become in your hands—ten thousand times worse than the worst imaginable humankind… People like you must be nipped in the bud while there’s still time. Such ambitions must be extinguished right here.”

Lu Mingfei suddenly laughed as he said this.

At this moment, he felt like Mongot back then, and he finally fully understood the feelings of the ominous king.

Chapter 289 The Master of Fate

"Do you want to be the savior?" Odin smiled.