Dragon Raja: Lu Mingfei Returns from the Elden Ring

He spun around abruptly, his longsword flashing in a blinding arc.

A dark shadow was severed in the face of the blade; its bones, as hard as metal, were cleanly broken by the alchemical weapon's edge. The shadow fell to the ground with a thud, its sharp, bone-spiky fingernails just a hair's breadth from touching Chu Zihang's back.

The dark figure fell onto the asphalt road, but made a sound like it was falling into water. Before it was truly dead, it began to turn into inky water stains. At the same time, a torrential downpour began.

Countless dark figures emerged from all directions, as if passing through a thick fog. In the puddles left by the rain, dark figures slowly rose from their kneeling positions. They stopped at a certain distance from Chu Zihang, forming a human wall. Each dark figure wore the same black clothes, had the same pale face, and the same empty eyes that shone with golden light.

Once again, he stepped into the gods' hunting grounds.

Chu Zihang removed his colored contact lenses, exposing his dazzling golden eyes to the air. He confronted those shadows that seemed familiar yet whose faces he could never remember, his dragon blood boiling.

He didn't know if he could hold out until reinforcements arrived, and the branch and Lu Mingfei weren't sure if they could get into Nibelungen. The shadowy figures had already begun to surround them, and there were whispers all around, exactly like the welcoming ceremony six years ago.

……

When Lu Mingfei received Chu Zihang's message, he was investigating at the subway station. After learning about Lu Mingze's plan from Su Enxi, he immediately took action.

Chu Zihang had visited several subway stations in the past few days but hadn't found anything. However, Lu Mingfei discovered a blind spot: Chu Zihang had been going to the subway stations during the day, based on his analysis of earthquake data.

Lu Mingfei chose to sneak into the subway station at night, hoping to see if there were any unusual things that only appeared at night in these empty tunnels.

He bypassed the staff on duty, arrived at the platform, and was about to enter the dark tunnel when he was interrupted by Norma's urgent call.

Upon learning that Chu Zihang had discovered an unusual and violent earthquake record at a wetland park at night, he immediately notified the branch and rushed there as soon as possible.

The goal of this trip to Beijing is finally beginning to emerge.

He flew over the city with a gale, and even nocturnal birds could only detect a faint wisp of mist as they passed by. The only one who sensed him was a figure at the edge of the eastern suburban wetland park. She looked at the distant sky with a grim expression. Under the clear moonlight, the light above the park was slightly distorted, as if something unseen was churning there.

……

Word of Power: Lord's Flame.

No rainwater could penetrate the spherical space within a two-meter diameter centered on Chu Zihang. Even if the shadowy figures rushed in, they would be instantly ignited by the intense heat, turning into fiery humanoid figures. Water vapor erupted violently, and white steam filled the surroundings.

Flames flowed along the narrow blade of the Murasame sword, making it look like a fire dragon baring its fangs when swung.

Another dark figure exploded in the flash of the blade, high temperature erupted inside its body, the sharp blade cut through its flesh, leaving a thin wound from which no blood flowed, the thick, pungent flesh was immediately torn apart by the high-temperature explosion.

More shadowy figures emerged from the thick fog. Chu Zihang had no time to distinguish between reality and illusion, just like the events of that typhoon. Back then, he was a frail boy, but now he had ignited the dragon's blood. Without hesitation, and without wanting to ask any questions about cause and effect, the storm of blades once again sliced ​​through the fog.

Someone was observing Chu Zihang in the darkness. He was hidden among the shadows, taking in Chu Zihang's figure, domain, and swordsmanship, but he did not pounce on him. The shadows beside him kept emerging from the inky rain, and then rushed past him into the meat grinder made of flames and alchemical blades.

This is a despicable hunt; the true hunters lurk among the hounds, scrutinizing their prey and waiting for the opportunity to strike a fatal blow.

Wounds began to appear on Chu Zihang's body. These shadowy figures had a strong immunity to pain and injury. If they could not be rendered incapacitated in one blow, they could break through the defensive perimeter. Even the bronze-colored skeletons left after their flesh and blood had been burned away still possessed a certain degree of aggression.

Some of the shadowy figures could no longer be called human. Their skeletal structures resembled those of another creature, and their bodies underwent terrifying and violent deformations. Dense bone arrangements filled the remaining human forms, as if something was being conceived and born through the human body.

Sharp bone spurs ripped open the back of Chu Zihang's trench coat, and black blood splattered out.

Chu Zihang turned around, raised his sword to his chest, and used defensive swordsmanship to block the arm from advancing further. He immediately retreated to create distance, and with one slash, he severed the terrifying arm whose flesh had already melted. He stepped forward, reversed his cassock, and the unusually large black shadow was cut in two along the blade.

Perhaps drawn by the smell of blood, the surrounding shadowy figures surged forward even more frantically.

The next second, Junyan's spherical domain suddenly expanded, its transparent surface flashing with unstable dark red arcs of light, enveloping the shadowy figures within a five-meter radius. Then, the domain shattered, radiating intense flames in all directions, like the effect of a napalm bomb exploding. The shadowy figures within the flames were instantly incinerated, leaving only gruesome remains of melted bones and armor.

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Explosive blood.

Chu Zihang also possessed this technique of instantly enhancing bloodline purity through mental means. In an instant, he underwent a transformative change, with boundless power silently transmitting along his muscles and meridians. The wounds on his back healed at a visible speed, with only a wisp of bloody steam rising within Jun Yan's domain.

Jun Yan's domain expanded rapidly, and he no longer held back, his swordsmanship becoming more expansive and powerful.

He charged into the shadows, his divine blade sweeping away the dead like a whirlwind. The soaring dragon chants drowned out the terrifying whispers, and a dark domain erupted where he passed, with flames raging like a torrent through the shadows.

……

Lu Mingfei was the first to arrive at the scene and immediately noticed abnormal elemental fluctuations above the East Suburb Wetland Park.

He landed in the park but couldn't find Chu Zihang. Norma had also lost contact with Chu Zihang; she had been calling his devices continuously for over ten minutes, but there was no response. Just like when Lu Mingfei was assassinated, the battlefield where Chu Zihang was located was blocked from electronic signals, except this time the attackers weren't using human technology, but alchemy.

Nibelungen.

Even Lu Mingfei couldn't enter this alchemical labyrinth at will. He had been invited by the Dragon King twice, but this time he wasn't on the guest list. The Dragon King was looking for Chu Zihang.

He searched the entire park carefully but could not find the "gate".

Just then, my phone rang; it was Su Enxi calling.

As soon as the call connected, Su Enxi began to explain, "Boss, Nibelungen is a fictional space created using alchemy, but it is modified based on the real space. In other words, it has an 'interface'. You can enter it by crossing the 'interface'. Generally speaking, crossing the interface is impossible, but you have the 'mark'. As long as you find the 'interface', you can cross it."

"Any clues?"

“I checked Chu Zihang’s research. He was misled. The supreme being in the East Suburb Park isn’t the earth and mountains, but Odin. He’s been to Odin’s Nibelungen, and you’ve been there too.” The sound of pages turning came from Su Enxi’s end. “Theoretically, by forcibly restoring the elemental balance using the alchemical matrix beneath Kassel College, we can see the ‘interface.’ The ‘interface’ is a rift in the real world, and it’s never at peace…”

"I understand," Lu Mingfei said calmly.

After hanging up the phone, he floated directly above the park and released the Word of Power, Commandment, with serial number 106.

The vast domain gradually expanded from him, and wherever the domain's boundaries extended, the fluctuations of the four elements completely subsided. Now, if someone were to cast a spell in this area, they would find that the elements no longer responded to them.

The anomaly at the "interface" became noticeable amidst the calm.

It was a pond in the park, with faint, shimmering ripples of water. In the world of elements, it seemed as if an endless rain was falling there.

Lu Mingfei lightly stepped on the water and sank into it.

He was enveloped by the sound of water.

The howling wind in the wilderness, the hum of the heating system pipes, the sounds of cars and people all receded quickly into the distance, and the whole world quieted down, as if only this pond remained.

……

The flames on the village rain were already very dim, and Chu Zihang was severely exhausted both physically and mentally.

Black blood began to stain Murasame's blade; the flames were no longer enough to burn away the sticky, foul-smelling substance. After clearing away the surrounding shadows once more, Chu Zihang swung his sword in a circular motion. Murasame's blade tip drooped, and a layer of clear water droplets condensed on the blade, washing away the ink. The murky bloodstains mixed with rainwater dripped to the ground.

In a short while, the shadowy figures surrounded them again.

Chu Zihang looked up at the sky. The raindrops looked as black as ink, and perhaps each raindrop hid a Deadpool yearning for battle.

Did that man fight to the very end like that... in the heavy rain behind that Maybach?

Chu Zihang had already seen his reflection in the eyes of the Death Servants closest to him. Sharp claws reached out from all directions, and figures surrounded each other. Every voice spoke of a thirst for blood, and pairs of greedy and bloodthirsty eyes gleamed in the rain.

Was this the last scene he saw?

The principal can extend 10 seconds by 50 times, which is 8 minutes. What can a person think about in 8 minutes? Is it the mission to save the world or that warm little family? Is it that ridiculous dream based on Indiana Jones? Chu Zihang has many questions he wants to ask that man, but where is the man...? The man may already be dead.

Chu Zihang took a light step forward. The surrounding rain and air currents became exceptionally clear in his eyes. He slowly exhaled a breath of cold air, and a surge of immense power coursed through his veins, sweeping away all fatigue. He felt as if he were standing on a cloud, his body light and airy, looking down upon all living beings.

Second burst of blood!

His bloodline was further purified, and high-pressure blood flowed through his entire body, with incredible, subtle changes penetrating every cell. His muscles rippled like flowing water, and bluish-black scales emerged from his skin, opening and closing, the blood between the scales evaporating into red smoke.

In his golden eyes, burning as bright as the sun, he saw the flaws and dead ends of the shadowy figures. He brandished his blade, sending the light into the vulnerable parts of those inanimate objects one by one, watching the dark blood spill out of their bodies, and seeing despair and pain appear in their golden eyes.

It felt good, like fate holding something in the palm of your hand, causing the lowly to die.

The domain of "Word of Power: Sovereign Flame" expanded further, and the temperature increased tenfold. The black shadows engulfed by the flames no longer had a chance to struggle. They instantly carbonized and turned into ashes and dissipated.

A gap appeared in the encirclement of the shadowy figures; the rate at which they were born in the rain could no longer keep up with their rate of death. Under the flames and blades, the shadowy figures perished in droves, like blades of grass.

Another reckless shadowy figure rushed into the area like a moth to a flame, but it did not burn up as quickly as Chu Zihang had predicted.

A forged hunting knife pierced towards Chu Zihang's heart. The speed of the wielder far exceeded that of an A-level hybrid with a second-stage blood explosion. The sword was stained with an ominous black color, like the blade of death.

However, even with meticulous calculations, something was still missing.

Chu Zihang's eyes flashed with light once more. He swung his sword, a strike of ultimate power. As he slashed, the muscles strengthened by dragon blood instantly split open with fine wounds. The blade of the Sacred Sword Murasame deformed and nearly shattered, but ultimately the tip struck the blade of the hunting knife. The hunting knife, centered on the point of contact, was immediately covered in cracks and then broke.

The shards of the hunting knife still managed to cut through the dragon's scales, but they didn't damage its heart. Chu Zihang's final gaze held a disdainful glint, reminding the hunter of its master.

It missed the life-or-death moment and couldn't retreat in time.

A blade of light, tens of meters long, enveloped it. It was Lu Mingfei's all-out slash as he arrived. The alloy blade, reinforced by the equipment department, shattered inch by inch at high speed. The storm of sharp fragments, exceeding the speed of sound, engulfed the hunter with intense heat.

Its form shattered in the silence before the shockwave of sound arrived.

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After Chu Zihang unleashed his final strike, he collapsed to his knees, weak and unconscious, leaning on the divine sword Murasame. Jun Yan's domain rapidly shrank, and the dragon transformation on his body slowly faded.

The shadowy figures did not swarm forward. Just a few seconds ago, they were not even afraid of death, but now they all lay prostrate on the ground, not even daring to open their eyes.

Lu Mingfei ignored the dead servants summoned by alchemy and went straight to Chu Zihang's side to briefly observe the battlefield.

The assassin was just an alchemical golem, with strength roughly equivalent to a second-generation species.

What puzzled Lu Mingfei was why Odin would go to such lengths to attack Chu Zihang.

Odin attacked Chu Tianjiao for the black box, and last time he attacked him for the Fire King's authority within him. This shows that Odin is a very purposeful person. He is a manipulator in the shadows, and when he makes a move, it must be for something important.

Nibelungen was collapsing; rain clouds parted, flames rained down from the sky, and the wind raged across the land like sharp blades. Without further thought, he carried the unconscious Chu Zihang through the "interface" once more.

This world was crudely constructed, almost a carbon copy of the East Suburb Park, and it collapsed extremely quickly. As gravity began to spiral out of control, Lu Mingfei glanced back. Flames, pond water, broken rocks, and shadowy figures were uncontrollably swept up by the storm, like willow catkins in a whirlpool. Everything in the world shattered, the fragments coalescing into chaotic black clouds.

Lu Mingfei, holding the village rain in one hand and grabbing Chu Zihang's clothes by the back of his neck with the other, floated up from the pond.

He nimbly swam to the shore, where the staff pulled the two of them ashore. Immediately, someone covered Chu Zihang with a blanket and carried him away on a stretcher.

Lu Mingfei refused the medical staff's request for a physical examination. He took a blanket, wiped the water off his face, and prepared to leave.

Everyone in the branch now knows that Lu Mingfei is a "special commissioner," and no one has the authority to interfere with his actions. There are even rumors that Lu Mingfei's authority is even above that of the branch manager, which makes his image even more awe-inspiring.

But someone still chased after them. It was a member of the Lionheart Society who had met Lu Mingfei once before. Her name was Su Xi, Chu Zihang's secretary.

"Lu Mingfei." The way she addressed Lu Mingfei showed the girl's thoughtfulness. She spoke to Lu Mingfei not as a specialist, but as a fellow student. "I know your task is important, but it's best not to do any strenuous exercise afterward, and also to keep your body temperature down."

She handed Lu Mingfei a bunch of things, including dried clothes and some candies containing vitamins and glucose.

"Thank you." Lu Mingfei accepted the gifts.

Susie shook her head, her dark eyes revealing seriousness. "I should be the one thanking you."

"Because of Chu Zihang?" Lu Mingfei asked. "I remember you were his secretary."

“It’s not because of the secretary, it’s because I like him.” Susie chuckled, finding Lu Mingfei’s dull demeanor quite different from his usual powerful S-rank appearance. “Although he himself may not even realize it, it doesn’t affect my liking for him.”

Lu Mingfei was aware of the rumors between the two. The emperor who controlled entertainment news at Kassel College was named Fingel, and Fingel's evil base for manipulating public opinion at the college was right next to Lu Mingfei's house.

"Can you really tell the difference so clearly?" Lu Mingfei was taken aback.