Dragon Raja: Lu Mingfei Returns from the Elden Ring

A dense mass of golden eyes lit up. Chu Zihang, Caesar, Angers, Fingel... almost all the faces of Kassel College came out. Even the flower beds were filled with people, and the precious flowers that the principal of Shilan Middle School loved most were trampled into a mess.

They looked up together, staring intently at Lu Mingfei.

Chapter 95 Fierce Battle, Outcome

Lu Mingfei's bloodline is gradually awakening. The mastermind behind the scenes completely disregards the rules of this alchemical world and begins to frantically increase the number of enemies. Some students from Shilan Middle School have even been given dragon blood and are mixed in with the dragon slayers at Kassel College.

The cracks in the world are widening rapidly, and the manipulators have decided to extinguish the flames with oil.

Lu Mingfei leaped down and landed in the middle of the mixed-race army with their golden eyes shining.

……

Zhao Menghua had a strange dream in which a monster with Lu Mingfei's face descended from the sky, its cold-blooded animal eyes shining brightly amidst the dust and wind.

He couldn't look the other person in the eye. Fear made him want to turn and run away, but his body was plunged into a terrifying sense of weightlessness the moment he turned. His vision spun rapidly, and after a dizzying moment, he saw his headless body slowly kneeling down, blood gushing from the severed mouth. Lu Mingfei, holding a sword, stepped over his head and rushed towards the next person.

Zhao Menghua opened his bloodshot eyes, suddenly sat up in bed, his whole body almost soaked in sweat, his heart pounding so hard it felt like it was going to fly out of his chest.

He sat there for a long time before looking at the sky outside the bedroom. It was the early hours of the morning. He staggered to the living room to pour himself some water. His hand holding the glass trembled so badly that he spilled almost all the water.

Meanwhile, many people were awakened from nightmares, with the lingering image of terrifying monsters still in their minds, and dared not fall back asleep.

Many of Lu Mingfei's acquaintances who happened to be asleep were dragged into this shared nightmare. It was supposed to be Lu Mingfei's nightmare, but as Lu Mingfei fought his way through, it became the biggest nightmare in the entire world.

……

The afterglow of the setting sun filtered through the sparse branches and leaves, casting dappled light and shadow. When the wind blew, the light and shadow danced and swayed on the ground, like countless restless ghosts.

As Lu Mingfei pierced Lancelot, the vice president of the Lionheart Society, with his sword, he suddenly felt a chilling sensation.

An atmosphere of chilling stillness instantly filled the air, as if even the wind had frozen.

Lu Mingfei used the Executive Department's standard-issue sword, made of alloy, which he had already broken many times. Even weapons made of special alloys couldn't withstand prolonged attacks from bones strengthened by dragon blood; they would typically dull after killing about ten hybrids. Fortunately, each controlled puppet had a new weapon for Lu Mingfei to use.

He drew the alloy sword from Lancelot's body, gripped it firmly, palm facing himself, and placed it in front of his chest, while simultaneously bending his knees to gather strength.

A thin shadow flashed in the afterglow of the setting sun, and suddenly all the fallen leaves in the air directly in front of Lu Mingfei shattered.

He swung his sword.

With a small, shield-swinging motion, the blade traced an arc in front of him. It looked as if the clear, leaping sword light was merely slicing through the air, but in an instant, an extremely sharp sound exploded, and sparks burst forth.

Angers' unbalanced figure came into view, the alchemical folding knife deeply embedded in the blade of the alloy sword. Lu Mingfei took the opportunity to draw another short sword, stepped back, and the blade was like a storm.

Angers was unable to dodge in time and suffered multiple injuries to his chest, while Lu Mingfei took a half step back, released the nearly broken sword, and pulled out a pistol from his sleeve.

Armor-piercing bullets pierced Angers' left and right chests, and the last bullet struck his forehead. The dragon slayer, who had lived for over a hundred years, fell, the golden light in his eyes slowly fading.

The battle had escalated considerably; Lu Mingfei's bloodline strength was approaching the second level of Blood Explosion, and his opponent's weapons were no longer limited to the gentle Friga bullets.

A bomb with a core of refined sulfur mixed with napalm exploded at the edge of the Dustless Land. Everyone within a ten-meter radius was engulfed in flames. Humanoid flames rolled on the ground, but no one uttered a single cry of pain.

Countless figures stood outside the Dustless Land centered on Lu Mingfei, and even Angers, who had just fallen, stood up again.

Lu Mingfei emptied the magazine of his semi-automatic pistol, casually tossed aside the smoking firearm, and lightly gripped the scorching hot folding knife in his hand, as a new realm of thought was awakened.

To everyone's eyes, Lu Mingfei's figure suddenly became illusory.

Caesar's eyes blazed with golden flames, and the scales on his body slowly opened and closed; he was the first to react.

Within the domain, several vampire scythes emitted a hissing sound as if burning a piece of paper, and then the scythe weasel lost all contact. He immediately raised his arm to fire, and both of his wrists suddenly snapped off simultaneously. Before blood could even splatter, the Dictator at his waist emitted a sharp, light sound, and the next moment his vision went completely dark.

In the realm of Time Zero, Lu Mingfei first calmly severed his hands, then drew the alchemical hunting knife and beheaded him, the whole action flowing smoothly.

It seemed as if Caesar had suddenly "disintegrated" in a cool breeze; he only had time to sense a trace of cold killing intent emanating from Lu Mingfei.

But Lu Mingfei also began to breathe heavily, as if his lungs were filled with chili water, and his face quickly turned pale.

The Dustless Land's domain could not withstand the speed of zero time. After leaving the Dustless Land, he inevitably inhaled mercury vapor, which was highly poisonous to dragons and also highly poisonous to him as his bloodline continued to awaken.

Suddenly, a figure accelerated to a speed equivalent to zero time.

Chu Zihang.

He hummed an ethereal song, like the chanting of an ancient monk. A domain silently unfolded, and blood-red dragon scales sprouted from the bodies of all the hybrids present. The muscles beneath their skin expanded like inflated balloons, and countless heartbeats pounded like war drums. Their physical functions were enhanced several times over in an instant.

The rule of this alchemical world is "reasonableness," but Chu Zihang released another Word of Power besides Jun Yan. The King's Servant, serial number 28, can enhance the physical abilities of living beings within its domain.

In ancient times, the dragon race used this power of words to inspire and strengthen the humans and even beasts who were loyal to them, turning them into an army.

At the same time, Lu Mingfei suddenly felt the power of about half a Great Rune awakening within his body.

He looked at "Chu Zihang".

The Dragon King behind the scenes personally intervened, causing his revolutionary awakening.

Flaming phantoms erupted from his body, and bluish-black scales, bones, and dragon wings burst forth. He straightened up, brandishing the Diktuido sword, and the sword light of the cursed blood slash flew like a storm, piercing through the entire army beside "Chu Zihang".

Chu Zihang's gaze was deep and unfathomable. Murasame lightly tapped the ground with the tip of his sword. "In the final battle between kings, only... a lone warrior can fight. You understand this very well."

Lu Mingfei then drew all the alloy swords he had collected and tossed them into the air. The sharp, cold weapons, varying in length and model, were engulfed in flames and hovered silently in the air before beginning to spin like drills.

He kept only a Dick Tudor for himself, then spread his bone wings, creating a gust of wind as he rushed towards "Chu Zihang". The "Flame Drills" behind him shot out at the same time, sealing off "Chu Zihang's" escape space along a meteor-like trajectory.

According to the conventions of the study of Word Spirits, the superior Word Spirit of Sword Control should be named by Lu Mingfei, but it actually has its own name - Ouhe Sword Dance.

Chapter 96 Sky and Wind, The Finger Witch

Shilan Middle School has been completely destroyed. The school building looks like it has been ravaged by a hurricane. Half of the floors have been violently wiped away. There is nothing intact on the ground. When the upper half of the building was reduced to fragments, the high-speed debris became part of the hurricane, like blades in the wind, wantonly cutting everything in its path.

At the eye of the storm were two figures who collided and then simultaneously dodged backward, creating a tremendous gust of air.

The Dick Tudor in Lu Mingfei's hand was covered in cracks. He gently stroked the blade, and flames immediately erupted from it. The flames were pure and intense, radiating a captivating majesty and power. The flames engulfed the entire knife, and the blade gradually melted in the flames, turning into a flowing mass of molten metal.

He blew a gentle breath, and the flames instantly dissipated, the molten metal solidified, and was reforged into a brand new knife.

The Murasame sword in Chu Zihang's hand broke in two. He unleashed the domain of Word of Power: Heaven and Earth as Furnace. White and purple lightning danced across all the metal in the domain. Broken sword fragments, steel bars, window frames, door frames, railings... the molten metal floated up and fused together, transforming into a bizarrely shaped, enormous weapon, like a scythe that harvests life.

Both of them acquired new weapons.

Lu Mingfei held the new knife in his hand and gently swung it. The blade emitted a clear, resonant sound that lingered.

The sword is named "Long Fang".

Its blade is very long, forged like a spear, making it awe-inspiring.

There are no survivors left in the alchemical world. The consciousnesses of some unfortunate souls withstood the carnage, but they are no longer qualified to fight. Their consciousnesses have no host, only drifting in fragments of dreams, wind, gravel, and trees torn into willow catkins. They exist in a daze, not understanding what has happened, only feeling a grand will pressing down on them, making it hard to breathe, and even trembling requires all their strength.

Zhao Menghua should be glad he woke up early; given his resilience, he would most likely have gone insane by the time he woke up.

In the alchemical world, an elemental storm is forming, the distant view of the city flickers and dims, revealing the boundaries of the world. Pure darkness replaces the sky, and within the darkness there is only nothingness, not the night sky.

This world is actually only slightly larger than a small neighborhood, barely big enough for the two Dragon Kings to unleash their full power. Now that they're both serious, the world can only focus on maintaining the physical rules within the rendered area, removing all textures and unnecessary details.

Every collision between Chu Zihang and Lu Mingfei produced a deafening roar, causing the earth to crack open like an abyss, from which flames rose.

The long fangs and the Grim Reaper's scythe clashed countless times in an instant, the lightning piercing the air and creating a superimposed roar, like thunder on the ground.

But Lu Mingfei was actually being overwhelmed by "Chu Zihang".

The opponent possessed some kind of authority in this world. The Grim Reaper's scythe, with its powerful and heavy strikes, suddenly became as elusive as a feather. In a fraction of a second, the weapon transformed into a phantom, grazing past Lu Mingfei's fangs and leaving a laceration on his body. Sometimes, when Lu Mingfei's fangs slashed, it seemed as if they were striking some kind of absolute defense, their momentum halted. The Grim Reaper's scythe would then immediately and precisely strike the fangs's slender blade, creating an opening for Lu Mingfei.

What's most impressive is Chu Zihang's boxing style; he would strike whenever Lu Mingfei was in a daze.

In an instant, Lu Mingfei felt a destructive force like an avalanche raging through his body, his bones and internal organs feeling as if they were being pulverized by a blender.

At times like this, Lu Mingfei could only retreat quickly, barely managing to fend off Chu Zihang's pursuit while rapidly repairing his injuries. External wounds healed extremely quickly, but internal injuries required time.

Even so, Chu Zihang was unable to find an opportunity to defeat Lu Mingfei in one fell swoop.

……

Just as disheveled as Lu Mingfei was Odin, whose gaze had become somewhat vacant.

From a distance, "Lu Mingfei" picked up his severed arm, and golden flames ignited in his hand, burning it to ashes.

Over this long period of time, Odin only discovered one thing: the current "Lu Mingfei" was actually using short sword techniques, cutting in the opposite direction at high speed after each strike, causing rapid and repeated damage. Also, the opponent's graceful movements were not elegant hunting techniques, but rather the stealth skills of an assassin.

If the battlefield is set in a complex terrain, "Lu Mingfei" will land in a concealed position and out of the enemy's blind spot as much as possible, and every attack will be an assassination.

Odin suffered a great loss due to his misjudgment of the situation. He sought a direct duel with "Lu Mingfei," a one-on-one death battle like in "The Wild Hunt." The one-on-one duel was achieved, but "Lu Mingfei" did not fight him at all. Instead, he used his agile movements and superb swordsmanship to tear open his wounds piece by piece, constantly bleeding him and accumulating injuries.

He had no doubt that "Lu Mingfei" would deliver a fatal blow at the right moment, and that it would be a gentle, scalpel-like motion from behind, plunging the knife into his chest.

Smoke rose from all directions of the sea, and the temporary Nibelungen was gradually losing stability as Odin's life force waned.

He had to admit that the hunt had failed.

Preparations that were enough to kill the Fire King in his entirety were all countered.

Who exactly are you?

He stopped trying to restore his arm in vain, and while asking questions, he prepared to leave, not expecting any response.

However, upon hearing this, Lu Mingfei suddenly straightened up, his Hound Fang wielding the blade with a light, swift motion, causing flames to surge instantly. At this moment, he exuded authority, his voice indifferent and condescending.

“In the name of the Lady of the Finger, I hereby guard the king’s majesty.”

Odin's eyes suddenly widened, revealing a surprise he had never shown before, but this vivid expression was fleeting, and his golden eyes under the mask quickly returned to their indifferent state.

He slowly sank into the water, and at the same time, the ocean between heaven and earth began to close.

……

Chu Zihang, who was locked in fierce combat with Lu Mingfei, suddenly froze, retreated rapidly, and looked up at the sky. This was a huge opening, but Lu Mingfei was powerless to pursue him.

His body was covered in horrific wounds. In the worst places, the broken scales, flesh, and bones were clearly visible. He had almost bled to death, and his hematopoietic system was frantically draining his life force to produce new blood, causing his heart to beat extremely slowly. At first, the blood from his wounds gushed out like a fountain under his extremely high blood pressure, but now only thick, black blood slowly seeped from his wounds, flowing along the gaps in his scales and being evaporated into steam by the high temperature.

Chu Zihang turned around, looked at Lu Mingfei, and suddenly sighed, "Why bother? Your pain has been amplified three times. Even if you persevere, there's no guarantee someone will come to save you. Why suffer so much before you die?"

Lu Mingfei brandished his long fang, the blade slowly sweeping across an arc, the dim flames on it reigniting, burning away the bloodstains clinging to it.

Chu Zihang was surprised to find a hint of authority emanating from the disheveled man before him.

“You choose some things and give up others, that’s all,” Lu Mingfei said, sounding slightly tired.

Chu Zihang seemed to be deep in thought, then suddenly looked up. "Alright, you win. But remember this: the person who attacked you is known as Sky and Wind. We'll meet again."

After he finished speaking, before Lu Mingfei could react, he held the knife to his own neck and beheaded him.

Time in the world stood still for a moment.

The next moment, the sky shattered, and in the dark rift, scorching white light pierced the collapsing illusion. Everything was reflecting colorful light, as if the intense white light was decomposing all matter. Lu Mingfei felt his perspective lifting off the ground, floating high into the white light that enveloped everything.