Dragon Raja: Lu Mingfei Returns from the Elden Ring

“The boss has already gone to Moscow to find the princess; apparently, he has other missions to attend to,” Su Enxi denied again.

"We can't rely on ourselves entirely," sighed Mai Shude.

"A life of toil, there's nothing I can do about it."

……

Waldorf Astoria Hotel, New York.

Before the opening of the special session of the UN General Assembly, the delegates from the Peruvian Party stayed here as a group. Lu Mingfei also met Henkel, the leader of the North American mixed-race group. The old cowboy's figure was even more hunched, but his eyes were bright and piercing.

After dealing with the Medical Holy Palace Society, the Secret Party released its list of infiltrators, leading to a massive purge of hybrid organizations worldwide. The younger generation of North American hybrid families was almost entirely wiped out, forcing Henkel to seize sole power.

Compared to a ruthless organization like the Secret Society, the North American mixed-race society is more like a confederation, so the Medical Anglican Church won over most of the younger generation of successors with almost no effort.

Henkel is now representing North American mixed-race groups at the meeting, mainly to assess the situation. Most mixed-race organizations, except for the Secret Party, are unwilling to attend the meeting, but most of the larger organizations have sent representatives, including some led by Henkel.

There's only one extremely simple truth here: nobody wants to be fish on someone else's chopping block when interests are divided in a new order.

Han Gao had great respect for Lu Mingfei. He was one of the few people who knew some of the inside story and had some understanding of Lu Mingfei's deeds.

Chapter 302 Chaos

Lu Mingfei attended the meeting as a special advisor to the Peruvian delegation. Compared to Ambassador Angers and the other officials, he received very little attention. Apart from Henkel's private visit to him, only a few small newspapers that couldn't get interviews with big shots tried to pry some news that could be used as headlines from him.

Compared to the busy Angers, Lu Mingfei's daily life consisted of playing games in the presidential suite, playing StarCraft with the Bronze and Fire Kings, and occasionally playing Street Fighter with Erii.

“EVA has detected that several organizations are planning to cause trouble on the opening day of the conference.” Sometimes Angers would also come to him with troublesome matters.

“Now that we’ve already monitored it, it’s okay to let the FBI handle it, right?” Lu Mingfei said without ever looking up.

“I’m worried that someone is pulling the strings behind the scenes. None of these organizations have any dragon or hybrid background, and their reasons for protesting the rally are all over the place—refugees, environmental protection, military action… Someone must be instigating this in secret.” Angers was at his wits’ end.

“You’re too anxious. It’s okay. Just deal with what you can. There’s always a way out.” Lu Mingfei, on the other hand, has a strong heart.

The most serious incident during this period was a newspaper report that an anonymous White House source leaked several resolutions from the convention agenda. Among them, the clause concerning martial law was shocking, blatantly trampling on human rights standards. Whether the situation was actually that serious remains to be seen, but that's how the newspaper reported it.

"I'm going to rip his fingernails off piece by piece," commented a staff member with underworld connections working through the night in the central control room of Kassel College, referring to the reporter.

As time went by, the conference finally opened safely on its opening day.

On this day, Angers dressed up in formal attire and looked at the world map emblem surrounded by olive branches on the dark green marble backdrop behind the stage, feeling as if he were a midwife.

As Lu Mingfei said, the FBI's dismantling of this protest was entirely within their expertise, and the intelligence leak was stopped in time. The conflict between the head and deputy head of a certain position within the White House is also a topic of much discussion.

The attendees were densely packed along the trapezoidal seating area, while technicians were making final checks on the sound and lighting. The biggest difference between this meeting and regular meetings was the strict screening of media access; those who could get in were either media outlets with government ties or those with mixed-race family backgrounds.

Lu Mingfei was positioned very far back, next to Melina.

He watched the flow of people converge, the delegates wearing simultaneous interpretation headsets whispering amongst themselves, their murmurs blending together. He noticed every subtle expression on each person's face, listened to the thousands of conversations, and compared the delegates' faces with the information provided by EVA.

Tension, joy, anticipation, displeasure, fear, unease... He had every detail about everyone in the hall under his control, like a god looking down on the world, where human joys and sorrows were all part of the scenery.

Angers still didn't understand Lu Mingfei enough. In his eyes, Lu Mingfei was still a warrior, a weapon, a wartime leader, etc. But Lu Mingfei's abilities were far beyond simply controlling the battlefield; he could control everything.

The UN Special Session officially opened with the address by the President of the UN General Assembly.

According to the agenda, the representative of the Peruvian Party was to first reveal the evidence of the existence of another intelligent life on Earth from a scientific perspective, and then gradually introduce it to the dragon race. However, the things shown in the first part alone surprised the representatives of various countries so much that they could not calm down. The recorder looked around and wrote "The hall became restless" in the meeting minutes.

When the recorder discussed another interpretation of human history, he wrote: "There was a restlessness in the hall."

Thanks to sufficient build-up, the shock brought by the existence of dragons was not as great as when the delegates saw photos of dragon skeletons. The first climax of the meeting was actually the submission of proposals by the delegates of the Secret Party.

The recorder had to write down the description of "emotional turmoil in the lobby".

The content of the bill has not yet caused controversy; what truly irked the delegates was the presence of the signatures of some ambassadors from the permanent members of the Security Council. This is similar to carbon emission rights: developed countries enjoyed the benefits of the Industrial Revolution, yet now, when environmental problems become apparent, they demand that all countries share the consequences.

Dragons—a strange, ancient civilization far more advanced than humanity! Just imagine the benefits these nations gained from knowing of their existence! Probably even more dramatic than encounters with aliens in movies! Movies are, after all, fiction, but dragons are a real species!

Now that the dragons have become a threat, the United Nations is required to pass an agreement that would require global mobilization.

Although Peruvian party representatives and some ambassadors explained that the early contact was to avoid unrest, and that Peruvian party had only formally contacted national organizations a few weeks ago, the representatives were unmoved.

The recorder wrote nervously, "An agitation arose in the hall, and some delegates left their seats."

The actions of the conference security personnel further exacerbated the chaos, as national delegates who angrily walked out were prevented from leaving the venue, an unprecedented occurrence.

Just then, the piercing air raid siren blared, echoing throughout the hall. No one knew what was happening.

New York, airstrike?

In the hall, only Lu Mingfei sat calmly in his seat, his hand hovering on the table, his fingers lightly plucking at the strings, as if his fingertips were pressing on an invisible string.

In the corner, a young North American mixed-race delegation member gritted his teeth, the potent drug coursing through his veins. His body swelled, instantly tearing his expensive custom-made suit, and bloody bone spurs stretched out from his back.

His expression was pained and ferocious, filled with deep fear and regret.

The expected savage killing intent did not awaken. He could feel that deep, dark will swirling in his mind, yet it was reluctant to take over his main personality. It was like a terrified predator, baring its fangs and claws but cowering in a corner.

In just a few seconds, the young man experienced all the tortures in the world, feeling with a clear mind the sensation of every bone being crushed and every piece of skin being ground away by a dull saw.

By the time the guard rushed forward and fired, he was already dying from the excruciating pain.

The chaos intensified once again.

Lu Mingfei simply hummed a song leisurely, ignoring the chaos in the hall.

Meanwhile, in various parts of New York, well-prepared demonstrators rushed out, gathered together, and stormed the United Nations building while chanting slogans of "Oppose authoritarianism."

The U.S. Missile Defense Agency is in the most predicament. They have detected dozens of missiles being launched simultaneously from different countries and even different continents around the world, without receiving any warnings or statements.

No evacuation of citizens, no sanctions, no military exercises, no propaganda war, no information war—they just launched missiles? It's unbelievable.

Chapter 303 Deterrence

It felt like a dream.

"EVA, what happened?" Angers, sandwiched among the flustered delegates, pressed his earpiece and said coldly, "Has New York been attacked?"

"According to the intelligence that MDA has now ascertained, the center of New York City has indeed been targeted by several ballistic missiles, but the enemy's primary objective is likely to destroy reconnaissance and remote sensing satellites in low Earth orbit. We cannot rule out the possibility of further attacks targeting satellites in medium and high Earth orbits," EVA replied.

"Can it be stopped?" Angers asked.

"The first round of countermeasures was successful. I have synchronized all the data to the national air defense and missile defense command centers with open interfaces around the world. Half of the missiles self-destructed. The ballistic missiles targeting New York can no longer be remotely controlled to self-destruct, but the calculation results show that the interception rate is infinitely close to 100%."

“They’re taking a gamble with us.” Angers pushed his way through the crowd and approached the microphone on the stage. Suddenly, he thought of something and turned to look at Lu Mingfei.

Lu Mingfei kept his eyes down, ignoring the chaos around him.

He is now completely absorbed in a computational task that exceeds human imagination. The whole world appears to him like a scene on a distorted screen, with countless double images imprinting the path of time, devoid of any logic. He must find a clue in this high-dimensional vision, to find the story of a three-dimensional world as insignificant as a grain of sand in the ocean.

Although the enemy's offensive was hasty, it was still quite effective.

But for characters like Lu Mingfei or Nidhogg, it's either effective or ineffective.

The demonstrations collapsed, and two of the organizers were FBI agents; the insurrections and drone attacks in various locations failed due to either intelligence leaks or technical malfunctions; the success rate of anti-satellite missiles was extremely low, either failing to complete their missions due to abnormal environmental factors or missing their targets, with only a very few low-orbit satellites destroyed in the attacks…

The U.S. Missile Defense Agency chose to defend against the attack with land-based interceptors and limited the debris drop area to the sea.

As several fireballs burst across the Atlantic Ocean, cheers erupted in the command center. "Heat source confirmed gone, radar reflection signal confirmed gone, analysis of debris trajectories shows all targets have successfully disintegrated!"

Although this interception cost at least two billion US dollars, it is a powerful testament to the reliability of the US defense system!

No one knows that the course of these events is manipulated and influenced. Lu Mingfei is the "God of Luck" watching everything from behind the scenes. Without the support of a Dragon King-level power, going against him is like Sun Wukong jumping around in the Buddha's palm.

The alarm was lifted, but everyone was still in shock.

At this moment, Angers quickly grabbed the microphone and spoke, characterizing the riot as a "malicious attack against the Special General Assembly" and claiming that continuing the assembly was a victory over the enemy.

Most of the representatives regained their composure, remaining noncommittal about Angers's statement, but it was true that this was the first time since World War II that a major power like the United States had been attacked on its own soil. Not a terrorist attack, but a genuine military operation!

They no longer shared Angers' enthusiasm for continuing the meeting, and all expressed their intention to contact their own governments for further discussion.

Aside from the shocking attack on New York, many delegates were also particularly concerned about the hastily covered corpses in the corner. Even through the cloth, no one could ignore the grotesque biological structures. Previously, they had only debated political issues based on intuition, but when the real entities were placed before them, they realized what the words "dragon genes have a strong aggressive nature" in the documents meant—an alien race.

Angers once again cast a pleading look at Lu Mingfei, his expression somewhat fierce and menacing.

This meeting must not be adjourned. Allowing each country to handle dragon and hybrid affairs independently before reaching agreements such as prohibiting unauthorized human experimentation and guaranteeing the independence of the Secret Party is like opening Pandora's box. Dragons attacking might not make hybrid families disregard everything, but if an army suddenly arrives at their doorstep to take over all property, technology, and personnel, given the way these dragon-slaying families of the Secret Party operate, they will definitely be filled with dragon blood and resist to the end.

Angers didn't care about the interests of the dragon-slaying family, but he absolutely didn't want to see his own territory start fighting each other when a formidable enemy was at hand.

If necessary, use your power to suppress those present and force the agreement to be completed!

Even if it causes irreparable damage, we must first reach a written agreement.

Lu Mingfei shook his head at him, smiled, and pointed to the projector behind him.

No one noticed that the projector in the conference hall had turned on automatically. It had been in standby mode after the materials brought by the secret service were displayed, but now someone had remotely activated it.

Then, everyone in the hall noticed it. They stopped and realized that the content projected was not what the conference had originally planned. A person dressed in a black robe and wearing a mask was holding a camera in one hand, showing the audience the scene behind him from a selfie angle.

This scene was simultaneously broadcast live on a website, and anyone who had downloaded the corresponding browser could watch it on their mobile phone or computer.

"Hello everyone."

The man in the black robe spoke in English, and his tone and drawn-out syllables were very unpleasant.

A White House official in the room pulled out his phone in surprise and was quickly confirmed to be broadcasting live from a secret military base in the Aleutian Mountains on the southern shore of the Bering Strait, a military base with about 8000 troops and equipped with nuclear facilities!

"At my feet are a dozen tactical nuclear warheads, each carrying a nuclear warhead. Guess where they're aimed?" The man in black sneered. "A cute little girl was blocking our 'Gulveig,' so I came."

A strong gust of wind could be faintly heard during the live broadcast. The US military wasn't going to be outdone; just minutes into the global broadcast, rapid reaction forces surrounded the thief who had somehow managed to bypass the outer defenses.

Armed guards, under the cover of armed helicopters and armored vehicles, formed an encirclement.

“That’s really impolite,” said the man in black.

He waved his hand, summoning a torrent of flames in front of the live broadcast camera. The scorching flames scattered the armored vehicles and the crowd, and a series of explosions shocked the representatives through the screen.

That power doesn't belong to humans at all! Even though the representatives already knew from the information submitted by the hybrids that it was a power called Word Spirit, it was completely inconsistent with the description that "high-risk Word Spirits can cause terrifying destructive power like incendiary bombs".

The man in black robes stretched out his hand, and visible air currents condensed in his hand, turning into spear-like objects. He casually threw these spears, and each throw caused a helicopter to crash to the ground and turn into a fireball.

These armed black birds, capable of withstanding winds of force 8 or even 9, were like swifts in a storm in the hands of the man in black robes, vanishing into thin air with a wave of his hand.

The dense barrage of bullets and rockets was utterly ineffective against the man in black robes. A transparent air curtain only briefly appeared when the bullets struck, instantly engulfing the explosion and the bullets themselves.

Chapter 304 Combat

Even a fully armed modern army would be utterly slaughtered by the Dragon King. Just as the massacre was raging, the man in black robes suddenly stopped. The flames he summoned froze in the wind like plastic, and the steel debris and the shockwave from the explosion remained suspended motionless, containing terrifying kinetic energy, yet unable to move an inch further.

"Only now are you making your move?" the man in black robes laughed. "You are as radiant and noble as I imagined, and you need their fear too, don't you? Now use your golden power to play the role of the savior."