Dragon Raja: Lu Mingfei Returns from the Elden Ring

Prayer - The Flame of the Evil God.

The "Legendary Prayer," which directly demonstrates the power of the fire giant, generates a raging fireball upon release. It is said to be inhabited by an evil god, and the explosion of the fireball triggers a terrifying incineration that consumes everything.

Legend has it that the evil god still resides within the fire giant's body.

Words of power cannot imitate that kind of strength at all. Lu Mingfei can only use his experience of using this kind of prayer before as a target and use pure fire element to gather and imitate the effect.

Even so, it has almost become a decisive battle technique that involves large-scale use of fire element.

It floated slowly, and even Norton was moved by it.

Before him stood not a usurper, nor a hybrid who had climbed the path to godhood, but a new god. He had seen Constantine's memories; in those almost tattered, pieced-together images, Lu Mingfei had begun to appear prominently about several dozen days prior.

Having gained such a deep understanding and application of power in such a short time, it would be no difficult for him to acquire "Primordial Authority" in the future.

“There has never been a human being like you in history.” Norton’s tone was cold. “No wonder that person was in the car too. I thought he was there to observe me, but he was probably there for you.”

His words contained a wealth of information.

The one whom the Dragon King referred to as "that one" must be of a rank no lower than the first generation of beings, and the vehicle was most likely that Greyhound... the passenger who had been silently sitting in the corner! He was also a Dragon King, and one who had noticed Lu Mingfei and "Old Tang's" identities. At that time, the vehicle was shrouded in some strange aura, diverting everyone's attention. When Lu Mingfei recalled it now, he couldn't remember a single detail about the other person.

Before he could think, Norton had already lunged down.

In the world of fire elementals, Lu Mingfei and Norton are two black holes. Fire elementals within a certain distance are anchored by terrifying power, preventing even perceptible information from escaping. The boundary of this range is the "King's Domain" possessed only by the first generation of species. They both possess mental strength far superior to that of ordinary dragons, and even without using incantations, their surging mental power naturally forms such a domain around them.

That was their spiritual flame; ordinary words of power falling on that flame were like moths drawn to a flame.

Norton, not yet in his cocoon and without a dragon body, understood that his incantations were insufficient to harm Lu Mingfei, and Lu Mingfei was in the same boat. Even the strange incantation condensed from the Rhine was far from enough to decide the outcome.

"Young new king, you don't understand yet. In the end, the battle between kings can only be fought with bloodshed!" Norton's roar was drowned out by the violent wind.

He charged toward Lu Mingfei with a storm in his wake, his ridiculously long lava sword poised to cleave him in two.

Lu Mingfei had already reacted, gripping his sword with both hands and assuming a "arrow step" stance. At a certain moment, the tip of Chixiao's sword dropped to his toes, then slowly rose, drawing a circle in front of him, as if he had swung it around to gather power. During this process, the flames on the sword suddenly increased several times over.

As the beginning and end of the circle met, Lu Mingfei's eyes reflected the raging wind compressed into an incomparably sharp lava edge.

At the same time, he slashed horizontally.

A two-meter-high, three-meter-diameter arc-shaped wall of fire extended from the tip of the sword, and when the swords met, the wildly expanding flames also covered Norton.

Word of Power Imitation: Combat Skill: Night and Fire Stance.

The legendary weapon, the Sword of Night and Fire, housed in the Kalia Fortress, possesses immense power. When slashing horizontally, it unleashes magical flames; when thrusting, it releases magical energy as a "Black Comet." Lu Mingfei wields the former power, incorporating the flames into his swordplay.

That wasn't a simple wall of fire; it utilized a crude version of the "fire of the evil god"—the singularity of the fire element. Therefore, it was an explosive combustion, almost like a flood bursting its banks, with the curved surface acting as a outlet, the torrent of flames instantly engulfing everything in its path.

This clearly didn't damage Norton's noble first-generation scales; they were just slightly charred.

When Norton moves at extreme speed, there is a process of losing center and settling and condensing in both the elemental and spiritual realms. For ordinary people, it is just a moment, but in the King's War, it is the time gap through which flames take advantage of the situation.

Norton miscalculated again.

He assumed the human before him was merely a genius with considerable knowledge of Word Magic, and thus arrogantly assumed he could easily tear him apart once he got close. However, his opponent was far too experienced in combat, possessing the same willpower, skill, and combat intuition honed on terrifying battlefields.

For the first time, Norton felt that bringing this guy along might have been a mistake.

But the Dragon King feels no fear, nor does he regret. All his emotions transform into rage, a cold and calm rage that is a weapon capable of burning the world to ashes—this is the logic within the dragon's genes.

The two immediately engaged in a fierce sword fight.

Their figures were like two shooting stars, creating a sound barrier in the space. When they clashed, the shooting stars, trailing fiery tails, collided with each other. Thick, bright static arcs flashed and disappeared. The lava longsword and the Crimson Sky slashed together countless times. All sorts of fiery incantations rose from the sword's edge, only to be immediately suppressed and extinguished by the mixed domains of each other.

When facing each other, only the heat radiation from distorted air exists between kings; flames are not allowed to exist!

The fiery serpent sword light of "Curse Blood Slash" and the self-destruction of the Monarch Flame, the arc light of "Night and Fire" shattered the claws of the Black Flame Prison, and the fire element turbulence pushed away from the King's Domain by the wind pressure exploded into a dazzling firework. In the gaps of the fireworks, there were two figures that reached extreme speed. They were entangled together, melting everything in their path, but there was no firelight.

Chapter 62 Coma

The executive officer looked up.

The building was completely destroyed; less than a tenth of its original structure remained. The solid concrete cracked and crumbled like tofu in the face of some force, leaving only broken pillars and twisted, snapped steel bars at the edges. Such forces in nature would be considered natural disasters, but what natural disaster could be perfectly confined to a three-story building?

Under the searchlight of the helicopter, the ruins, viewed against the light, resembled menacing claws piercing the sky from the depths of the earth.

"How is the situation?" a gentle voice came from behind.

The commissioner turned around and saw a young Asian face, Ye Sheng, an A-level commissioner in the executive department.

"No alchemical materials have been found so far. It seems that the entire alchemical matrix has vanished into thin air, and about 30% of the building's structure is missing... It looks like a hand reached down from the sky and snatched the house away." The specialist recounted the advance team's assessment of the ruins.

He also curiously observed the refined young man before him. The man possessed an air of quiet authority, a subtle yet powerful presence the commissioner had only ever felt from his superiors. It was said that this Chinese man had once led a team to a flawless "S"-level mission and was now a rising star in the execution department.

For this operation, headquarters assigned him to command the heavy firepower support group.

Ye Sheng learned some information on the helicopter, but seeing it in person was even more shocking. If such a hand really did take away the upper part of the house, it would be at least 100 meters tall! Even the bones and muscles of a dragon could not support such a body.

"Where are the wounded?" Ye Sheng asked.

The commissioner pointed him in the right direction; it was a row of military tents that the medical team had temporarily set up in the Gobi Desert.

Inside the tent were several lightly injured personnel from the operations team that had been lying in ambush on the rooftop and nearby. When the suspected dragon resurgence occurred, all power was instantly cut off, and many people fell or sustained scrapes in the darkness. The worst off guy landed squarely on a cactus and was still lying on the bed, his bandaged buttocks sticking out.

As Ye Sheng passed by them, he tried to piece together the events in his mind.

First of all, the accident happened suddenly. When the entire team lost contact, no one was able to send a warning to the command center.

Then comes the biggest mystery—the immense power that was clearly released by the dragon race. It was located in the middle of an alchemical matrix that could suppress elemental reactions and weaken mental power, yet it easily destroyed the reinforced building. The power was even quiet and restrained, so the executive department personnel were almost not seriously injured.

Ye Sheng went to the bed at the far end of the tent, where a guy wrapped in a white blanket like a cloak was sitting by the bed.

It is said that when the medical staff found him, he was buried in a triangular space formed by two ceiling panels, and kept telling the rescuers, "I am blood type B! Blood type B!", showing an exceptionally strong will to survive.

Later, the medical staff gave him a simple medical examination and found that he was perfectly fine, so they told him to get out of the military tent.

But this guy refused to leave, insisting that he was mentally frustrated and needed to sleep in a hospital bed. The person in charge had heard of this infamous "eighth-grade" loser before, so he had no choice but to give him a bed next to his teammate.

“Finger,” Ye Sheng said.

"Wait a minute, wait a minute!" Fingel said without looking up, his eyes glued to his laptop. "I've got a great hand this time!"

“You’re playing the single-player version.” Ye Sheng closed Fingel’s laptop.

"What's wrong? You look down on computers?" Fingel grumbled. "When robots awaken and the human-machine war starts, you guys will be the first ones killed!"

“Then I am a hero who died fighting for humanity, while you are a traitorous dog according to our local terminology,” Ye Sheng actually retorted.

“I am German, not part of your system,” Fingel retorted stubbornly.

Ye Sheng had no interest in arguing with him any further and said seriously, "I'm here to ask you for the detailed information about what happened in this accident."

Fingel shrugged. "I've written it all in the battlefield briefing report."

"You said you suddenly went black and passed out..." Ye Sheng said, "That's equivalent to saying nothing at all!"

“Because I really don’t know anything,” Fingel said, looking completely innocent.

Ye Sheng sighed, "Alright, I'll ask, and you answer."

“Fine.” Fingel shrugged.

What was the last thing you saw before you lost consciousness?

"It was pitch black, and the light went out immediately. I told you, the stuff in your execution department is so unreliable; it always fails at crucial moments..."

"If you can't see it, can you feel it? And what about hearing? If a dragon releases its power of words, it will definitely chant dragon script. And with such powerful destructive force, that dragon should be so powerful that its dragon might cannot be ignored."

"There are no dragon markings, but there is dragon might."

Ye Sheng fell into thought after hearing this.

Fingel asked curiously, "I heard you're a helicopter 'captain'? The one who commands rockets and heavy machine guns. Why are you concerned with these things that people up there worry about? I've already been questioned about these things."

“There is no hierarchy. On the battlefield of dragons, everyone should do their duty and be ready to take over the burden of others at any time,” Ye Sheng said calmly. “Besides, Lu Mingfei is my friend, and he is now missing.”

"You only met him in the admissions team for a few days, and you already have such a deep friendship?" Fingel asked.

Ye Sheng glanced at him and said, "During the time Lu Mingfei was away from school after enrolling, he actually joined my group and Jiu Deya's group to carry out missions. During that time, he almost risked his life to save us."

"When he came back, he was full of energy and vitality."

“Because he is relatively…lucky.” Ye Sheng carefully considered his words.

It was indeed lucky; while unconscious, he drifted out of Bronze City with the current. Although Bronze City was opening its passage to the outside at that time, the probability was still ridiculously small.

"By the way, hasn't that freshman named Wang Wei woken up yet?" Ye Sheng asked.

“It’s right there.” Fingel pointed to the bed opposite. “This young man is a bit timid and afraid of people. He was probably tricked into participating in the mission like me. He has been unconscious since he was rescued.”

Ye Sheng walked over and looked at the sleeping, fair-skinned boy. "Perhaps it's an acute stress reaction. Some patients protect themselves by sleeping."

"Maybe so, anyway, the doctor said he wasn't seriously injured." Fingel, wearing white disposable slippers, also leaned over.

Under their gaze, "Wang Wei" suddenly frowned, revealing an expression that was somewhere between panic and ferocity, as if something terrifying had happened in his dream.

Chapter 63 Evil God's Flame

The fire element is rapidly being consumed, and the unbalanced elements are forming a chaotic turbulent flow, creating a violent elemental storm.

This had no impact on the two sides in the conflict.

Countless clashes caused the Crimson Sky and the Lava Longsword to lose their original shapes. Under the powerful and rapid repeated collisions, the alchemical weapons inevitably exhausted their life force.

Throughout this process, Lu Mingfei and Norton simultaneously fought while manipulating and refining the metals they melted and captured, constantly repairing their weapons and filling gaps and cracks. They were practically fighting with glowing, red-hot sword blanks; the battle itself was the forging of their blades.

Norton's lava longsword changed relatively little, as it was a weapon temporarily forged. Crimson Sky, on the other hand, grew to several times its original size. Lu Mingfei couldn't maintain its exquisite Han sword shape during combat, so the blade kept cracking and being filled with new material.

It now resembles the massive and rugged greatsword that Lu Mingfei used at the border, a sword that surpasses the limits of human wielding and can also be used to slay non-human beings.

The two clashed again at breakneck speed, their swords clashing and creating another clash that sent shockwaves, strong convection currents, and mini-earthquakes through the air.

This time, Lu Mingfei did not continue rushing towards Norton, but landed on the ground covered with the remains of red-hot bronze.

After fighting for so long, he had already realized that this was not the real Bronze City, or rather, not the real Bronze City. He and Norton had broken through countless bronze walls, yet there was still no sign of reaching the end. This must be the "Nibelungen" created by Norton.

It is a fictional space created using alchemy. Its internal space is folded and time is stopped. Moreover, this space is real and is a modification based on real space. As long as one crosses a certain interface in reality, one can enter this space.

Crossing the interface is virtually impossible under normal circumstances, unless you have permission from the creator.

Lu Mingfei was breathing heavily, his body riddled with deep wounds that exposed bone. The cells in these wounds were repairing the damage at a visible rate: bone was regenerating, flesh was growing, and scales were repositioning. Norton, opposite him, was also in bad shape. In Lu Mingfei's hands, that greatsword was powerful enough to pierce dragon scales. While dragons possessed incredible outer defenses, their inner bodies were relatively vulnerable.

It's time to end this fierce battle.

Norton thought so.