Dragon Raja: Lu Mingfei Returns from the Elden Ring

A uniform group of Deadpools, all clad in raincoats, swept through the darkness, raising daggers hidden in their sleeves and pressing them against the necks of the guards one by one. No one resisted; everyone was stunned by the flames in their eyes. That intensity of golden pupils was not human, even surpassing that of the Deadpools—it had materialized into flames!

"You finally found me." Viscount Charlotte was astonished by the newcomers' lineage; such a being was rare even among the Deadpool. He immediately activated Blood Explosion.

The manor's security system was breached without a single shot being fired. If they use this opportunity to set up an ambush on the manor, Menek, who was receiving the goods, could suffer heavy losses, and the entire high command of the Secret Service might even be wiped out.

In the eyes of Lord Mayek and Marquis Gambet, Viscount Charlotte suddenly transformed into a ghostly shadow.

Serial number 72, Word of Power O Moment, Advanced!

Serial number 84, Word of Power o Time zero!

The flintlock musket exploded, a flash of light, but the window shattered. Viscount Charlotte fired a warning shot.

However, the figure restraining Viscount Charlotte also increased its speed dramatically, whipping up a whirlwind in the study. The two figures clashed several times in an instant, the sound of blades colliding like thunder. Viscount Charlotte's Damascus steel short sword clashed with Deadpool's dagger, the sparks still igniting before the next strike was already poised to strike.

Lord Mayek and Marquis Gambet couldn't open their eyes in the gale. All they saw was bookshelves collapsing one after another, the solid wood cabinets instantly scarred, wood chips shooting out like arrows, and pages flying through the air. Some were ravaged and torn by the gale, while others shattered into dust.

The first to fall was Viscount Charlotte. He was old and frail, and under the effects of the blood explosion, he was completely unable to maintain the zero-time domain. However, he had already achieved his goal. The gunshots could not travel far in the heavy rain, but this was the headquarters of the Secret Society. Unless everyone was dead, the numerous sentries could transmit the signal, just like the beacon fire signals of ancient times.

Deadpool also emerged from the Time Zero realm. It didn't appear to have survived a horrific battle; it only suffered minor damage, revealing its true form—a woman. Her eyes also burned with chaotic flames, yet her delicate features were undeniable.

Chapter 292 Odin

In the dimly lit underground passage, even the light from the lanterns was dimmed by the cold.

The Secret Service's technology and financial resources were not as abundant as they would be a century later, and ice cellars for storing precious alchemical equipment and confidential files had not yet been invented. Instead, an underground vault served the same function, built dozens of meters below the Kassel estate, constructed using natural rock strata. The vault's structure was reinforced with multiple layers: an outer layer of one-meter-thick granite, a middle layer of steel plates, and an inner layer filled with fireproofing material.

Lu Mingfei and his group descended the stone steps, and the deeper they went, the colder it became.

Lu Mingze, who had been so talkative on the way, remained silent from the moment he entered the cellar until gunshots rang out from the surface. "Brother, it seems your army of deadly servants is going to kill all your mortals."

"Can the Secret Party be considered part of the masses? Can hybrids be considered part of the masses?" Lu Mingfei said softly. "If all the hybrids were spread across the entire land area of ​​the world, how many square kilometers would it take to find one person? How many battlefields are there where one can fight a dragon one-on-one with their bloodline? Besides, in a one-on-one fight, hybrids would definitely lose."

Lu Mingze sensed a strong stench of blood in Lu Mingfei's words. He knew that Lu Mingfei's vision extended beyond fate, and these words were certainly not just empty talk.

“You’re not as carefree as you used to be, Lu Mingze,” Lu Mingfei said again.

“If you knew the predetermined ending, you would feel relieved, everything would fall into a black abyss... Revenge, hope, despair are nothing but rotten soil that breeds the next era,” Lu Mingze said. “But now I can’t see it clearly. Maybe despair has really been stirred up, but maybe the avengers won’t even have the chance to roar in their final rage.”

"So, do you prefer the faint hope of the unknown, or the certainty of despair? Does the latter bring you peace of mind? Or have you already gotten used to it?" Lu Mingfei asked.

They arrived at a heavy vault door, a steel door fitted with mechanical locks. The door itself was at least half a meter thick, yet a chill still seeped out from it.

"What about you, brother? Although I know you will definitely choose the first one, and you have already done so, I still want to hear your advice."

“I’ve experienced death too many times, but I believe that people only have two lives. The day you get tired of struggling is the moment you are reborn. You’ve experienced what I’ve experienced, but you can hardly understand that you were born on the throne, and your strength is your protective shell. The so-called struggle is that even if you give it your all, it’s not enough.” Lu Mingfei placed his hand on the door.

The power of the Bloodborne Imprint: Solomon's Key has taken effect; the mechanical structure is operating on its own, and the door is opening.

"Not enough?" Lu Mingze asked thoughtfully.

“To win, you must transcend yourself. A person’s anger may be his own absolute righteousness, but it is by no means the righteousness of fate. To change the true outcome, you must become a sage and do useful but difficult things. It is easy to give up on yourself if you want to cross the thorns, but you can only reach the other side by enduring subtle but endless pain,” Lu Mingfei said expressionlessly.

"Brother, why do you still need to endure thorns? You are a god, you can destroy everything with a wave of your hand." Lu Mingze didn't care at all.

“Fate is not something that can be easily overcome, but as I said…” Lu Mingfei took a step back, “I will never struggle in vain.”

The vault doors swung open with a bang, and a milky-white chill rushed out.

In 1908, Nobel laureate Heike Kamerlingh Onnes successfully liquefied nitrogen in the air for the first time, producing liquid nitrogen. However, the Secret Service had already begun using liquid nitrogen to freeze and preserve precious biological materials as early as 1900, and Secret Service member Emil von Werner had successfully produced liquid nitrogen as early as 1899, just one year after the invention of the multi-layered vacuum insulated container.

In the deepest room hidden in the vault, the secret of the secret society is immersed in liquid nitrogen.

Black King's flesh and blood.

Lu Mingfei took the brown glass bottle out with his bare hands. Initially, the Secret Service researchers were worried that this precious sample would spoil, so they soaked it in an aqueous solution containing 40% formaldehyde. However, the sample quickly showed signs of activity, prompting them to urgently transfer it to a liquid nitrogen container. The low temperature created by cutting-edge human technology finally slowed its growth.

This event also made the Peruvian Party determined to cultivate talents in biology and medicine, because fighting dragons requires not only engineers and warriors, but also reliable researchers.

For this reason, the Peruvian party has not yet cut or experimented with the samples.

"Let's go, we should meet up with our old friends." Lu Mingfei tossed the glass bottle, briefly sealing it with icy mist created by his cold magic.

The torrential rain poured down, and Menek silently felt the thick moisture brought by the cold wind. This downpour had been brewing for a long time, and its ferocity was unprecedented, just like the weather in the dragon-slaying stories he had heard since childhood, where dragons wielded natural disasters, and humans could only ignite their bloodlines.

The Queen Mary cargo ship they were waiting for had not yet appeared on the sea, and the storm might be enough to capsize the steel behemoth.

Lu Shanyan came to Menek's side and stood shoulder to shoulder with him. This Chinese man had a thick braid coiled in his top hat. Ever since Menek met him, he had heard him say that he would cut off this braid sooner or later, but if he wanted to return to China, he would be subject to the control of the Zongli Yamen (Foreign Ministry). Cutting off the braid was a serious crime; not only would he be executed and his head displayed in public, but his family and neighbors would also be implicated.

“Time has passed.” Lu Shanyan put away the ivory-inlaid gold pocket watch.

"Do you think they breached the contract intentionally or have already sunk in the storm?" Menek asked.

"Is there any difference?" Lu Shanyan asked in return.

“If they breached the contract intentionally, the old guys will have to take strong measures. If they unfortunately remain silent, then we'll have to play the salvage worker,” Menek said. “Hopefully, they won't sink too deep.”

"They're here," a young man in the group hissed. Following the alert from this young man named Angers, the group quickly spotted the cargo ship sailing on the waves.

Menek raised his hand to signal, and they used their gas lamps to signal the cargo ship with three long and two short flashes, but the Queen Mary did not respond as agreed. The mysterious seller had not perished at sea, but seemed unwilling to honor the agreement either.

"What, what is that?" someone exclaimed.

A radiance blazed on the deck, far greater and brighter than the glow of the gas lamps. Standing within the radiance was a towering figure, mounted on horseback, clad in some kind of reflective armor, appearing as if draped in a crown.

What kind of lunatic would ride a horse on the deck?

“The deal has failed. Prepare for engagement,” Meneke said calmly. “Angers, go back and inform the council of elders.”

He finally understood where his unease came from: the rain was actually the legendary elemental turbulence, and the "lizard bone" they treasured had attracted something even more troublesome!

Chapter 293 The First Generation

Menek ignored the terrifying figure on the deck; the surging waves could buy him some time. He was the person in charge of this transaction and had to make the right decision. Modern society was different from the past; while technology was being used on the battlefield to slay dragons, it also brought unprecedented troubles.

"Ghost, go and control the tower guards; that's a high vantage point too," Menek commanded. "Can you confirm that all the sailors and port workers tonight are ours, Yamahiko?"

"So, even if there are sightings by ships at sea, it doesn't matter. Our people have taken control of the telegraph office, and we have plenty of time to package this as a sea monster story... Of course, the premise is that we're alive." Lu Shanyan pulled out two silver, large-caliber revolvers. His Word of Power is the Kamaitachi, and rainy nights like this are his most proficient hunting ground.

“Very good.” Menek nodded.

At that moment, Angers, who had gone to deliver the message, returned and said quickly in a low voice, "Urgent report from the sentry: the manor has been attacked, but no concrete details have come out, and all the reinforcements haven't returned! Should we go back to help?"

Before Menek could respond, the light on the sea intensified, illuminating the entire sky, leaving only the distant horizon near the horizon with traces of night. The waves shimmered like fireballs, obscuring the cargo ship's original outline, and a chilling pressure followed.

The overwhelming atmosphere made it hard to breathe.

Menek, Angers, and Lushanyan only felt uncomfortable, while the tiger and the chieftain already showed signs of pain. Legend has it that the Dragon King's aura could directly kill usurpers of low bloodlines.

“Angers, you, Tiger, and Chieftain go back to the manor. Tell the rest not to come near here,” Menek said. “It’s the first species. Shan Yan and I will stay behind to hold them off. Ghost brought the Philosopher’s Stone.”

Menek knew the gravity of his situation. His mind raced, searching for any oversight. He was the heir to the Cassel family, destined from birth to become the leader of the Secret Society. In past missions, he had always handled them with ease, shining as a genius in the world of hybrids. This was the first time he truly sensed a crisis capable of destroying everything.

Such a crisis is extremely rare in human history, and they were not even prepared for it; they were supposed to receive an artifact.

"Lu Mingfei, you made the wrong choice." Just then, the mysterious first-generation species spoke, and in fluent Chinese.

Considering the cargo on the ship originated from the Qing Dynasty, this instance of the first species' resurgence likely also occurred in the distant East, as mastering a language would not be difficult for dragons given their learning abilities. The key point is the names of people mentioned by the first species.

"Shanyan, do you know someone named Lu Mingfei?" Menek asked.

He had learned about the culture of Lu Shanyan's hometown. Large families like Lu Shanyan's often had detailed genealogies. Considering that "Lu" was not a common surname, it was easy to find the bloodline of a regular name like "Lu Mingfei".

“I don’t know him. I went to the Tongwen Guan in Beijing in the sixteenth year of the Guangxu reign and haven’t seen many of my relatives since. But even if we’re from the Lu family, we should be from a very distant branch. It would be several generations later before we reach the Ming generation in the main family. Only distant relatives would have such a large generational gap.” Lu Shanyan replied calmly. “It could also be an alias.”

Only Menek and Lu Shanyan remained on the dock. They tore off the tarpaulin covering the Maxim machine gun, preparing to welcome the first generation of the species' landing.

The dragon's might had become so intense that it made the two of them dizzy. It was the right decision to have Tiger and the chief retreat; the suppression of bloodlines would render them incapable of fighting even before the battle began. Angers' bloodline was excellent, but not yet fully mature, and besides, the manor headquarters also needed strong support.

Menek and Lushan Yan are old comrades-in-arms, and their cooperation will give the ghost on the lighthouse an opportunity to shoot the Philosopher's Stone.

The cargo ship approached the shore, or rather, it rammed straight into the dock without slowing down. Menek and Lushanyan finally saw the face of the legendary dragon sovereign. He wore an eagle helmet and golden armor, sat astride a tall eight-legged winged horse, and held an iron-colored heavy sword. If it weren't for the lack of the spear made from the branches of the legendary World Tree, he would truly be a figure from mythology—Odin.

“You hold the complete throne, and so do I!” Odin’s deep voice pierced through the rain.

Menek and Lu Shanyan were on edge. They didn't know who the first dragon was talking to. "Lu Mingfei" sounded like a name, but no one knew if it was the second dragon.

They had already considered the worst-case scenario, but they never imagined that there were actually three Dragon King-level beings here, not just two. The "lizard bone" they were originally prepared to accept was one of the twin sons of the King of the Ocean and Water, who went by the alias Li Wuyue.

Long before Odin appeared, a battle at the level of a dragon king had already taken place on the cargo ship in the torrential rain.

In the cargo hold of the Queen Mary, Li Wuyue was forcibly awakened, but he could barely lift his head. The boiling blood of the Dragon King repeatedly washed over his previously withered veins, channeling power throughout his body. He struggled to raise his head, and unlike the pitch-black rainy night that Menek had seen, two bright, sun-like spiritual energies hung above his head, preventing him from condensing his royal domain.

In a single encounter, Odin killed and devoured Li Wuyue.

Odin, having absorbed Li Wuyue, healed his injuries and replenished his power. Like Lu Mingfei, he had reached a higher level of mastery over the elements, no longer needing to gain power through the Black King's flesh and blood; a Dragon King-level sacrifice would suffice. The only pity was that Gungnir could not regenerate. Lu Mingfei killed Gungnir in destiny, a conceptual event in alchemy itself, thus rendering Gungnir nonexistent in all timelines.

Without waiting for Lu Mingfei's response, Odin turned his gaze to the two rats on the dock. In the original timeline, Menek's extreme blood loss and subsequent destruction along with the Water King's juvenile form left a deep impression on Odin.

He wielded his heavy sword, unleashing attacks resembling sword energy. High-level Word of Power is no longer limited to specific elemental actions, but rather a conceptual, lawful manifestation of words, akin to Word of Power judgment.

Lu Mingfei approached from behind Menek and Lu Shanyan. The two, who were staring intently at Odin, seemed oblivious to their impending death; their pupils didn't even reflect the firelight of the sword energy. Odin's attack was far faster than Time Zero. Following the trajectory of the attack, there was an extremely thin gap in the rain, the raindrops being shattered before they even fell.

He pressed down on their shoulders, imbuing them with extraordinary speed, and carried them out of the attack range.

Menek felt someone tap his shoulder. The next second, the buildings, the sea, and the enemy stretched into flowing ribbons of light in his eyes. He saw raindrops burst into sprays and then evaporate into water vapor, with white and purple electrical veins flashing on and off. Everything was swept up by the gale, rain and debris intertwined, and he could even see the trajectory of these things.

Chapter 294 King of the Dead

“The last dragon slayer in modern history, Menek Kassel, died in the summer of 1900. I’ve always been very interested in you,” Lu Mingfei said.

The storm seemed to have subsided in the blink of an eye; the towering waves still surged, but the thunderous roar seemed far away, and the torrential rain turned into a drizzle. Menek touched his face and felt only warmth, but he saw the raindrops approaching him evaporate into steam.

His bones stand tall like mountains, and his blood burns like flames.

He had experienced that feeling before... when trying to push the Blood Explosion to a higher level.

“Modern history?” Menek murmured to himself. He pondered Lu Mingfei’s words twice, and finally understood the incongruity in them.

"To be precise, it's Angers' oral account of the events, which can be considered a 'historical description' among the mystical materials of the Secret Party." Lu Mingfei nodded. "On this day in history, you all died, and Angers was the survivor."

"Supreme?" Lu Shanyan stared intently at Lu Mingfei's face, trying to discern some dragon-like features.

Lu Mingfei's spirit has assimilated Deadpool's body, but his appearance is still that of Deadpool. This influence is subtle; his body shape has returned to the outline of a normal human, the scales on his face have disappeared, and his golden eyes have long since gone out.

Despite his Prussian appearance, when Lu Shanyan looked into his eyes, he always felt as if he were seeing a gentle-looking boy.

"Have we intervened in the Ru tribe's war?" Lu Shanyan asked in a low voice.

“It’s worse than that, my dear great-grandfather,” Lu Mingfei said. “That king of gods on the ship is ready to destroy the whole world.”

Menek's eyes sharpened, and he blurted out, "What did Great-Grandfather mean?"