Dragon Raja: Lu Mingfei Returns from the Elden Ring

"I will make the judgment."

Angers stared at Lu Mingfei's determined and confident face, and suddenly smiled silently, "As expected of our S-class."

He gazed into the distance, lost in thought for a long time, until the wind blew away the remaining cigar, and the cigarette butt burned his fingers.

“I have lived for over a hundred years, and thanks to the blessing of my dragon bloodline, I am still alive. Over the past hundred years, all my friends have died, and I may not have enough time left to see the end of the dragon race’s history. You are the new generation leader I have been waiting for. When that day comes, everything I have will be handed over to you to inherit.” He patted Lu Mingfei on the shoulder. “Now let’s go inside. Before the meeting starts, we still have time to sample the local cuisine.”

Lu Mingfei then realized that the four-story building next door was the hotel Angers had mentioned. It stood halfway up the mountain, its walls painted a warm orange, and each room facing the sea had a window.

Every house here has at least one window facing the bay below the mountain.

……

The room was decorated in a minimalist style, with pure white walls adorned with several abstract paintings and a wall-mounted television. The furniture consisted only of chairs, a table, and a closet, with potted plants in the corner. Lu Mingfei walked to the bedside, drew back the curtains, and looked out over the bay, which lay halfway up the mountain.

He didn't go to the seaside bars with Angers; those bars, built on the hillside facing the sea, offered not only drinks but also Italian food.

There was a double bed in the room, covered with a black and white patterned quilt and sheets. He sat cross-legged, checking messages on the phone Su Enxi had left him. This device was outside Norma's listening range.

Su Enxi would send him a compilation of information and events about dragons from all over the world every day.

The mysterious dragon king that appeared once on the Panhandle Plateau gave him a wake-up call: the hybrids had a narrow understanding of the dragon king, believing that the dragon king was always asleep, which was why the world was peaceful.

However, the Dragon King may not immediately attempt to destroy the human world upon awakening. They are intelligent beings who have evolved to their peak, and perhaps after witnessing the rapid development of human civilization, they will choose to secretly accumulate power, just like the hybrid nobles have been doing.

Within a few months, there were more than a hundred incidents of varying sizes related to dragons around the world, but most of them were caused by wild hybrids and alchemical items that had been circulating outside the country. The rest were fake news designed to attract traffic.

Lu Mingfei's encounter with two Dragon Kings in less than a year was entirely due to luck. He knew this, but sometimes he still couldn't help but think that it would be great if the remaining Dragon King and the Black King came out together.

He glanced out the window and suddenly realized that the light had dimmed considerably.

Although the weather wasn't exactly sunny when we arrived, the daylight was still quite bright.

He got up and walked to the window. A gloomy gray rain cloud had drifted into the sky outside.

Such sudden rainfall only occurs in summer; sometimes, clouds can appear on the horizon and cover the entire sky in just a few minutes.

With Lu Mingfei's eyesight, he could clearly see the mountain road and the harbor. Perhaps because it was getting dark, every window was lit up, illuminating the brightly colored walls in a dazzling display of colors.

But there wasn't a single person in sight.

There are few people here in winter, but it's not completely deserted.

Lu Mingfei opened the suitcase in the corner of the room and took out the hound's long teeth.

By this time, the rain outside the window had already started to fall. In this kind of weather, it should be snow or hail, but the pattering sound outside clearly indicated that the rain was getting heavier. Soon, moisture seeped into the room through the window cracks, and the incandescent light on the ceiling flickered twice and turned on by itself, just like the lights in every empty room outside.

Lu Mingfei, carrying the hunting dog Longtooth, pushed open the room door.

The hotel corridor outside was brightly lit by all the spherical lights hanging from the ceiling, yet a chilling atmosphere emanated from the other end.

Chapter 91 The New God

In Lu Mingfei's eyes, the composition of the entire world had changed, as if he had been transported to another world the moment he opened the door.

Nibelungen.

Norton's Nibelungen is attached to the underwater bronze city, and this Nibelungen has appeared in a human tourist city.

The rain outside the window had turned into a downpour, and the overwhelming sound of water drowned out everything. Looking out the corridor window, a thick fog spread through the rain curtain, and the lights in the distance were not clear at all, like phantoms.

This indicates that the Nibelungen is nearing completion.

Lu Mingfei was unsure whether the dragons would incorporate the humans or hybrids in this city into Nibelungen. If so, he would inevitably be hampered in his fight.

He walked down the corridor, where dampness seeped in, and the carpet was wet, making a squelching sound when he stepped on it.

Given the elaborate setup, Lu Mingfei guessed that the other party was after him.

Sure enough, the moment the storm broke through the corridor window, the surrounding water elements immediately fluctuated, and the water stains on the ground defied gravity and gradually gathered into clumps.

A large group of dark figures slowly rose from the puddles. Without exception, they were all draped in black cloaks and carried rusty weapons. They looked like Ringwraiths from the movie "The Lord of the Rings." Their hands, which held the weapons, were withered and pale, with sharp claws.

One after another, golden pupils lit up from within the hood of the cloak, their light like flickering flames.

They were entities formed from water. Lu Mingfei did not launch an attack immediately; he was trying to sense the process.

This appears to be a form of alchemy.

The shadowy figures didn't rush to attack; they merely blocked the paths in front of and behind the corridor.

Night, storm, speeding luxury car, ghostly pursuer, father and son, man on horseback...

Half of the elements of the story Chu Zihang told have already appeared.

But Lu Mingfei didn't hear the shadowy figures speak. Chu Zihang said that when they see living people, they express a desire for flesh and blood, but now these shadowy figures are silent and don't seem to be alive.

……

In the temporary dormitory of Kassel College, all was quiet, with the bright moonlight streaming down the floor. The girl walked barefoot to the window and held up a dark blue square mirror in the moonlight.

The smooth mirror reflected not the scene inside the dormitory, but a corridor where countless heroic spirits huddled together, too terrified to move.

"How impatient you are, so eager to test me?" she said indifferently. "Brother."

"Aren't you the same?" A muffled voice came through the mirror, accompanied by the sound of a violent storm. "Sister."

Xia Mi's pupils contracted sharply, and she gripped the mirror tightly, her jagged knuckles instantly bulging out. However, she quickly withdrew her strength and became expressionless.

"Did you deliberately let me get this mirror?"

"It was originally just a test, including those materials, which were commissioned by me."

Xia Mi could even imagine the owner of the voice smiling, the other party hiding in the shadows manipulating everything. She thought she was a fisherman watching the battle, but she never imagined that she was also a pawn.

"Why are you telling me this now?" Xia Mi asked. "I can crush this mirror at any time, and then all your plans will be in vain."

"You have no idea how much effort I poured into that mirror; it wasn't made for you," the voice in the mirror said leisurely. "Its creation was to deal with this new god."

Xia Mi's heart trembled violently.

The other party revealed top-secret information: the new god!

"You must have noticed it too," the voice in the mirror said softly. "Our power shifted at a certain moment, and I even thought for a time that Father had awakened. However, I waited a long time, but instead of his return, I encountered this strange fellow."

"Is he the source of all this trouble?" Xia Mi frowned.

"I don't know." The answer from the mirror was decisive. "But he has obtained the complete throne of fire, so he must understand this change better than you or I."

"Are you planning to ask him in person?" Xia Mi's eyes flashed with a mocking look.

“No… I intend to study him personally.” The mirror trembled slightly at these words. “I know why you approached him, and I have the same purpose. Since we are going down the same path, why can’t we be companions? You are my intelligent and ambitious sister, one of Father’s most perfect creations.”

"Can I really trust you?" Xia Mi's hand underwent another terrifying transformation, her sharp fingertips tracing a shallow line across the mirror's surface. "Someone as great as you, do you really need someone else's help?"

"Your egg is in that Mr. Chu's body, and I also know that your brother is..." The other party said in a calm voice, revealing information that was enough to send chills down Xia Mi's spine.

“You’re not a super-evolved being yet.” Xia Mi narrowed her eyes. “Otherwise, you could have just killed him.”

"I am not threatening you." The voice in the mirror regained its composure. "You do not need to fight me. Our enmity is destiny! Your power will help me through Ragnarok, and in return, I will share this world with you."

"How do we do it?" Xia Mi asked slowly after a moment of silence.

"I will open the 'door' for you; all you need to do is go inside."

"As expected of my brother, you are the strongest alchemist among us." Xia Mi said softly, already sensing an unfamiliar alchemical realm awakening in the mirror.

“I will make time for you.” The voice in the mirror suddenly became ethereal. “The era of the old gods will surely end, and we can join hands to become gods of the new era.”

……

Lu Mingfei couldn't see the main character for a long time. As he moved forward, the shadowy figures in front of him retreated, always keeping their distance from him.

However, during this time, he discovered that there were no living people in the Nibelungen.

So he decided to take action.

Without wielding his sword, the royal domain silently expanded, causing surging water vapor to plummet to the ground wherever it passed. The gale was calmed by an invisible force, and a silent dead sea appeared in the elemental world. The shadowy figures trembled, and after less than two seconds, they all knelt down, their sharp thigh bones piercing their knees and embedding themselves in the ground.

The moment he made his move, the person in question couldn't sit still any longer.

Strange footsteps came from downstairs, like a herd of horses trotting around the hotel, with people on horseback dragging some sharp weapon on the ground, making a piercing sound.

Lu Mingfei gently pierced the wall with the tip of his sword. Tiny cracks spread out from the point of penetration, rapidly expanding and spreading into a dark, spiderweb-like network of fissures.

The collapsed earth and stone structure has completely collapsed, revealing a passage that leads directly to the person coming downstairs!

Chapter 92 Great Battle

All the raindrops seemed to freeze in mid-air as Lu Mingfei's figure passed through the rain, leaving a trail behind. Only after his figure disappeared into the distance did the ripples of the gale slowly emerge, and the raindrops in the wind flew out against gravity.

His speed has already surpassed that of Angers, whose activation time is zero.

Not far away, a majestic steed stood amidst the white light, clad in heavy armor inlaid with metallic patterns. Its white coat shimmered with a crystalline brilliance, and its eight powerful legs resembled the supports used by a wheeled crane to stabilize its steed.

It scratched at the ground with its dark gold horseshoes, tearing open wounds on the hard surface.

The horse wore a mask, and after each thunderous neigh, fine sparks of electricity would shoot out from the metal nostrils of the mask.

A massive black shadow sat atop its back, clad in heavy, dark gold armor that shimmered faintly in the rain. In its hand lay a curved spear, its arc resembling the trajectory of a shooting star. On its iron-masked face, a single golden pupil illuminated the surroundings like a giant lamp.

Everything was almost exactly as Chu Zihang had described.

Lu Mingfei flicked the blade, and flames traveled along the blade, covering it. He then slashed upwards, and a bright arc of light drew a full moon in the air.

The firelight illuminated Odin's mask, revealing golden pupils beneath it that remained completely still.

Odin calmly raised his spear to parry, the two weapons clashed, a silent domain spread out, the impact creating huge cracks in the ground, flying debris, and trees and houses disappearing like ashes in the gale.

Odin countered with a strike, Gungnir's thrust was like a meteor, and a dark golden light enveloped Lu Mingfei.

However, Lu Mingfei's figure vanished for a moment, dodging the dense barrage of thrusts—part of the Hound Sword Technique—meaning the second attack was already poised to launch. The Hound's long fangs, their tail flaming from the high-speed swing, once again arced through the air, this time severing Sleipnir's horse's legs.

The mythical eight-legged steed crashed heavily to the ground, and before it could even utter a mournful cry, it was engulfed by countless high-speed jets of fire shooting straight into the sky.

Flames, devour everything!

A moment later, a thin golden line cleaved the flames in two, revealing Odin surrounded by fire. It was Odin who slashed out horizontally, the sword energy compressed into a single line, the high-pressure airflow blocking the path of the flames.

Odin, standing on the ground, lost some of his majesty. Lu Mingfei then realized that he was more like a grim reaper than a warrior, exuding a strong aura of decay. The bandages that had fallen from beneath his armor looked like tattered shrouds.

Behind Odin, half of the eight-legged horse's body had been torn apart by the high-speed flames. Its flesh and bones were first ripped apart and then turned into ashes in the high-temperature flames, which were thrown high into the air.

Even so, there was no obvious emotional fluctuation in Odin's eyes.