Dragon Raja: Lu Mingfei Returns from the Elden Ring

Caesar lit a burning stick and surveyed the platform. Everywhere the light reached was dilapidated, with peeling paint, rusted metal railings, and large whitewashed pillars supporting the roof.

Chapter 127

The masked, black-robed Deadpool lay prone on the floor of the last carriage, an AS50 heavy sniper rifle positioned before him. This rifle had a range of over two kilometers, and its five rounds could be fired in less than two seconds, creating a deadly barrage that would leave the target with no chance to dodge.

This is a truly deadly weapon, equipped with a full five red crystal bullets.

Deadpool's vital signs dropped to their lowest level, and he hid in the darkness, so much so that even the nearby Kamaitachi didn't notice his presence.

Yan Ling·Dong.

This is the host's bloodline ability, a negligible ability, allowing him to reduce his breathing and blood flow to the limit, like a reptile, just enough to sustain life, even paralyzing some limbs. The only things he can exert are the finger that pulls the trigger, a few essential muscles, his eyesight—the eagle-like vision a sniper needs—and his mental acuity to determine the optimal firing time.

This spell still leaves a tiny flaw, but fortunately, the battlefield environment composed of thousands of kamaru-weasels conceals it.

He couldn't control the Kamaitachi, but he knew they were also planning an ultimate attack. They had been forced onto this battlefield by some being and had no choice but to fight back.

The Kamaitachi, the Kamaitachi Queen, the Heavy Deadpool, or even the deformed Kamaitachi forcibly evolved by the ancient dragon's blood—they were all just cover before he fired. Until the final moment arrived, he didn't dare reveal even a trace of killing intent. In this city, the most dangerous creature wasn't the brother and sister at the tunnel's end, but the monster in the train carriage.

But he was still discovered. His body, enhanced by the alchemical mask, was almost comparable to that of a next-generation species, yet he didn't even have a chance to pull the trigger. In just a moment of distraction, his left arm and half of his shoulder were ripped apart by the slash, and his sniper rifle, the precious bullets, and seven or eight train carriages were destroyed.

He was wrong. Those distracting attacks didn't buy him a chance to attack, but rather a chance to escape. Under the cover of the derailed carriages, he ran along the tunnel wall and escaped the monster.

……

Lu Mingfei's senses were astonishing; the faint aura was not far ahead of him. The other party was very familiar with Nibelungen, and its twists and turns always kept him from catching up. Eventually, he simply broke through the tunnel wall and advanced through the rocks.

After chasing each other in a straight line, the distance between them quickly closed.

Just as he was about to catch up, the other party's aura vanished into thin air, replaced by a sudden enrichment of water elements in the environment.

The tunnel walls collapsed silently, the shattered stones turning into dust and scattering. Lu Mingfei emerged from the crack. Before him lay a deep tunnel filled with wisps of steam. Water seeped continuously from the cracks in the rock ceiling, the sound of rushing water filling the air, and large chunks of rock occasionally fell through the water droplets.

Countless dark figures were rising from the steam.

This is actually the boundary of the Nibelungen area of ​​the Beijing subway, and what it borders is not the real world, but the boundary of another Nibelungen!

A faint golden light shone in Lu Mingfei's eyes as he released the Word of Power. With a successful case, he was now adept at finding the "door" to the Nibelungen.

The elements in the tunnel returned to calm. The uncondensed black shadows shattered into puddles. Those that had already taken shape couldn't help but kneel down in the sight of the Golden Eyes, and then turned to ashes as Lu Mingfei walked by. The black powder was carried up by the rising white water vapor.

This time, the Nibelungen "interface" wasn't disguised as some kind of mirror in reality; it was right in the center of the tunnel, seemingly inviting Lu Mingfei to go inside.

Lu Mingfei stepped inside without hesitation.

In the feeling of weightlessness, the world plunges into darkness and then lights up again, and the scene changes.

A giant underground cave, with numerous cone-shaped stalagmites hanging from its walls, and a half-meter-deep layer of water on the ground, reveals a dim light within the completely sealed cave, emanating from small fish that emit a ghostly blue fluorescence. Hundreds upon hundreds of fish swim in the water, creating a beautiful, starry scene.

These caves typically form in carbonate rock areas, but BJ does not have these geological conditions.

Science struggles to explain this phenomenon, but Lu Mingfei can see everything clearly.

This Nibelungen was still in its infancy, with the four elements maintaining a degree of ordered chaos, in a stage of constructing a certain realm. The earth element was the easiest of the four elements to fix, thus forming the framework of the alchemical world; the fire element was the driving force of elemental transformation; the water element maintained the balance of the elements; and finally, the flow of the wind element carried different elements to designated areas. This process repeated itself, and the world gradually took shape.

Lu Mingfei silently noted down the flow of those elements; it was a miracle of creation, and even he needed to approach it with awe and humility.

A giant, white cocoon, resembling a spider egg, sits in the center of the cave, radiating a pure white light like jade. No blue fish swim around the cocoon, forming an empty body of water. The fish seem to be either afraid of the cocoon or guarding it.

Lu Mingfei stepped into the water. The fish at the bottom of the water were not afraid of him. Some even tried to attack him. The dead servants outside were completely immobilized under his mental domain.

These fish should be the cocoon's defense line.

Lu Mingfei stretched out his hand, as if holding something unseen. The fire element in the entire cave frantically gathered towards his palm, the rocks stopped growing, the water vapor stopped evaporating, and the wind suddenly blew across the water. Then the earth began to tremble, waves rose on the water, and an increasingly violent whirlwind formed above the cave. The wind scraped against the rock surface like blades, stirring up rock dust to form a sandstorm.

In a short time, a small elemental storm was forming around the "Evil God Flame" in Lu Mingfei's hand.

He lifted the fireball and made it float into the air, then gave the order to explode.

A firestorm erupted instantly, and everything lost its color in the scorching white light. Then, the shockwave from the explosion utterly destroyed both living and dead things.

The storm subsided, the beautiful yet deadly little ecosystem in the cave vanished, the elemental balance was completely disrupted, leaving only an empty lava hell, with molten and semi-molten scorching lava flowing over every surface.

The cocoon seemed to have perished along with the school of fish.

For some reason, Lu Mingfei felt inexplicably uneasy.

The next second, a strange rustling sound suddenly rang out.

These sounds, when they reached Lu Mingfei's ears, were like an antique clock that had long since stopped turning, now running again, striking the hour with a deafening roar.

At the same time, behind Lu Mingfei, the massive body lying in the magma opened its eyes—a pair of crimson-gold dragon eyes.

Chapter 128 Lu Mingze's Dream

Fragmented images flashed before Lu Mingfei's eyes: white land, an endless expanse of pristine earth, and an overwhelming white cavalry force stretching from the far east to the far west of the world, charging forward, ready to engulf the entire world with their whiteness...

It was as if a giant axe had cleaved his brain open and stuffed in someone else's memories.

Next came a deep tunnel. The fragmented images led him to crawl through a dark tunnel. His legs seemed broken, wriggling like snakes, yet he felt he was crawling incredibly fast.

He fell into a blinding white light, seemingly lying on an operating table, surrounded by voices, like ghosts whispering.

The flash of metal instruments, the swaying of dark green and blood-red liquids in the slender glass tube... Pain, unbelievable pain, he felt as if he had become a silkworm, tightly bound by a cocoon.

Lu Mingfei had a splitting headache, but the pain was nothing to worry about. He memorized every scene. This chaotic hallucination was very similar to psychic vision. The scenes were real but had symbolic meaning.

……

He slowly opened his eyes and saw a pitch-black room. The room was empty, with a faint smell of decay permeating the air. White curtains rose and fell slowly, stained with some kind of black dirt. The light from a searchlight shone through the gaps in the wooden slats, and he could vaguely see rows of iron shelves on the left, piled high with glass medicine bottles, and a cast-iron operating table on the right, covered in yellow rust.

The stains on the curtains are blood; this is an operating room.

He lay on a cast-iron recliner in the corner, wrapped in a sturdy white linen straitjacket, with more than a dozen wide leather straps sewn all over his body, making it difficult even to turn his neck.

There were sounds of explosions and collapsing buildings outside the window; the building seemed to be crumbling, and he was trapped here, having lost all his power. This seemed to be the embodiment of "desperate situation," similar to the illusion at Shilan Middle School last time, but even more unfamiliar and real.

He exerted all his strength, but to no avail; there were no useful tools around him.

"Is anyone there?" he shouted, finding his voice both childish and familiar.

It sounds like... Lu Mingze's voice.

He then heard footsteps, and two people quickly approached from the other end of the corridor. At the same time, an aura of destruction drew near; he could almost hear the crackling sound of burning wood.

Floor slabs fell one by one, crashing to the ground and cracking into pieces. Hot white steam shot out from the cracks in the ventilation ducts, and red-hot steel pipes gradually bent. Various sounds merged into the dying song of the massive building complex.

As the acrid, scorching wind began to blow in through the window, footsteps reached the door.

Lu Mingfei understood that he should play the younger version of "Lu Mingze." Based on his experience in the illusion, he couldn't let the NPCs become suspicious. In this situation, a nurse could easily inject him with a sedative and then leave him in the fire to burn to death.

He believed that every alchemical labyrinth had an exit, and that this place was nothing more than a role-playing game.

The closer the flames got, the calmer he became. Real danger rarely comes from what is out in the open, just as water rarely drowns a non-swimmer. To a non-swimmer, water is dangerous, and people instinctively stay away from any perceived danger.

The real danger is like a hyena lurking in the grass, a soldier pushing you off a cliff around a corner, or a precipice hidden by a difference in elevation... By the time you realize it, you're already in the game.

Perhaps the real danger lies in a seemingly ordinary conversation between the nurse and him, which will determine whether the nurse will leave him there.

He looked towards the doorway, where the lock was being opened by the person outside, and then the iron gate slowly opened.

A nurse was holding the hand of a little girl, standing at the door.

Lu Mingfei paused, blinked, and couldn't utter the words he was going to use to imitate "Lu Mingze." He knew the nurse, but there was no way anyone else in the world could know her.

"haven't seen you for a long time……"

He looked into her eyes, unable to make any expression, only silently praying in his heart.

The nurse didn't say anything, but skillfully unbuckled his belt and straitjacket.

Lu Mingfei regained his mobility, but he didn't say much, still unsure whether being freed from the restraints meant he had passed the test.

He went outside into the corridor.

This was actually a complex of buildings built on a snow-covered ice field, with firelight everywhere and the sky reflecting a crimson color.

The fire was very close by, and the scorching heat seeped in through every crack, as if the flames were licking at the trapped prey.

But the flames did indeed stop; they could not go any further, just like the roaring engines of a fighting force in the sky, so close yet unreachable.

What truly stands still is time or fate.

Lu Mingfei suspected that this was Lu Mingze's real experience. This guy somehow entered his memory and may have also opened up his own memories at the same time.

The illusion is crumbling.

He suddenly bent down and patted Renata's head. For some reason, he knew the little girl's name and that her favorite flower was the Arctic poppy.

Renata was wearing a white blouse with embroidered trim, a camel-colored woolen skirt with fur trim, a tube-shaped leather hat, and camel-colored fur boots, but her clothes were somewhat disheveled. She stood next to the nurse, holding her hand tightly.

Lu Mingfei took one last, deep look at Melina.

He knew that Melina wasn't there, nor was she a nurse; her very image was the biggest trap.

He turned and left, stepping onto the dry grass. Where he had walked, countless tiny, tender yellow flowers sprouted and bloomed together in the cold wind.

It's like a spring breeze blowing, and a sea of ​​flowers blooming.

He walked a long way and looked back. The wind and snow blurred his vision. The polar night, the firelight, the sea of ​​flowers, the black buildings, and the two tiny figures... it was like an oil painting.

All sounds faded away in the cold wind.

“Sister, Zero is gone…when are we leaving?” Renata held Melina’s hand and looked up at her.

Melina didn't speak, but simply patted Renata's head, gazing absently at the sea of ​​flowers. After a moment, she murmured to herself, "He's very angry."

“Really?” Renata crouched down and stroked the delicate flowers, her eyes full of joy. “But Zero seems very amiable. An angry person will glare, frown, and shout.”

Melina smiled slightly, and the entire sea of ​​flowers seemed to be waiting for her smile. "I am the person who understands him best in the world."

The sea of ​​flowers instantly collapsed, and countless petals rose in the cold wind, like a blizzard with a rich floral fragrance. Renata, who was squatting on the ground, transformed into a human figure made of petals, which then drifted away and mixed into the snow of flowers in the sky.

Apart from Renata, everyone else was reduced to charred remains, which seems to suggest that she had a unique fate in that real fire.

Immediately afterwards, the sky and the earth collapsed. Melina stood quietly in the ruins, neither dead nor fleeing like Renata.

She just stayed here.

……

The moment Lu Mingfei turned around, he was back in reality.

The lava in the cave had extinguished, but the skeleton of a dragon-like creature lay before him, with almost no flesh or blood remaining on the skeleton.