Dragon Raja: Lu Mingfei Returns from the Elden Ring

The entire cave was covered in thick, black dragon blood, resembling a dark and bloody graffiti.

The creature was not dead; embers of golden light still lingered deep in its eye sockets, and its neck had been twisted 180 degrees.

The executioner makes it watch itself being executed.

Just one glance at the scene was enough to feel the overwhelming brutality and rage.

Chapter 129 Lu Mingze Returns

Su Enxi returned to her room and suddenly stopped. She raised an eyebrow and looked around at the luxury suite she had booked.

A faint smell of blood lingered in the air, mixed with a hint of sour stench. She had smelled something similar before—on a highly dragonized Deadpool.

To be able to sneak into this temporary residence right under Mai's nose, one must be at least a third-generation or even second-generation species.

"Don't be nervous." A lazy male voice rang out from the balcony.

The curtains were flung open, instantly illuminating the room. Su Enxi stepped onto the balcony, but found no one there. On the hotel's rattan table sat a silver ice bucket with a bottle of champagne inside. A laptop without a logo also sat on the table.

Su Enxi took off the tag hanging on the neck of the bottle, which had familiar handwriting on it: "The performance is imminent, bear witness."

The performance is about to begin. Please witness it.

Su Enxi opened her laptop. There was only one software on the desktop. Double-clicking it brought up a video window, which turned out to be a surveillance video of the Beijing subway.

“Hey, long-legged girl, you’d better come and see this…” She dialed Mai’s number.

"What happened now?"

"The boss is back."

……

Two minutes later, Mai Shude pushed open the door and entered.

"Holy crap, weren't you in the server room? How did you get here so fast?" Su Enxi, sitting on the sofa, looked up in surprise.

“Ninjas have their own methods…” Mai shrugged, then sat down next to Su Enxi. “Tell me quickly, what’s going on now?”

“Look for yourself…” Su Enxi pointed to the computer screen.

"Isn't that Little White Rabbit and Golden Retriever?" Mai Shude frowned. "I mean, where's the boss? Why didn't he notify us beforehand that he was coming back? Did you receive any orders?"

“Not at the moment. This is a note he left behind.” Su Enxi took the tag and showed it to Jiu De Mai. “He said it was for us to witness the performance.”

"Is it really that simple?" Mai Shude murmured.

“Yes, he always shows up to assign tasks.” Su Enxi grabbed a handful of potato chips and crunched them. “But this time, he seemed to be in a bit of a hurry.”

This was unprecedented. That almost omnipotent man, always composed and effortless, had left in such a hurry today, leaving behind an unsettling smell of blood. What could have made him so nervous?

"Stop overthinking it. Even if it's Lu Mingfei, he can't threaten the boss. If he tells us to watch the show, we'll watch it." Mai Shude poured herself a glass of chilled vintage champagne and leaned back in the soft sofa.

……

“This is where we play cards.” Gao Mi’s face was still a little pale. “There are usually dealers here… the kind of nine-headed weasels we just saw in the carriage.”

He had just woken up from a coma and was feeling dizzy.

“If you lose, you'll go back to the previous station through the tunnel.” Caesar surveyed the card table. “What happens if you win?”

"I don't know. Actually, we just guessed that if we win, we can get out." Gao Mi shook her head. "Maybe a subway line leading to the outside world will pick up the winner, or maybe a gate will open somewhere?"

This platform is extremely old, with a cement floor and green tiles at the edges. The whitewashed walls are peeling badly, and the words "Fushouling Station" are painted in striking red, along with the date 1977. There is only one incandescent light on the platform, which is off and covered with cobwebs.

“These are useless now.” Chu Zihang was probing along the edge of the platform. “The game won’t start if the dealer doesn’t appear.”

He was trying to find an exit, a place where winners are made, and if the winners could leave from here, there must be a passage connecting to the exit.

He felt his way along the concrete wall, finding no obvious gaps or hidden mechanisms, but at a certain point the wall's texture changed.

He rubbed the soil between his fingertips; it was damp and sticky, unlike the soil in other areas of the platform.

At the same time, Caesar stood up with a stern expression. He had been leaning against the wreckage of the train smoking, but now he was holding a Desert Eagle and on high alert.

“Deadpool,” Caesar whispered, “that strange rain is back.”

He glanced quickly at the group of men resting on the platform, and made a swift judgment. With wounded men around, fighting was out of the question… Run? That wouldn't be possible with a few sickly guys. Abandoning his teammates and running away? He almost instantly and resolutely rejected the idea. That would be too humiliating, so humiliating that he might later feel ashamed enough to commit suicide over it.

Chu Zihang immediately realized that the damp soil was not a problem in that area, but rather that the moisture content of the entire platform was rising.

He immediately activated Bloodlust, carrying Murasame to the edge of the platform, looking into the depths of the tunnel.

Caesar noticed the bluish-gray scales and bony protrusions on Chu Zihang's body—the results of his Blood Explosion. After listening to Chu Zihang's explanation, he tried to activate Blood Explosion himself, but failed several times. No wonder those guys in the academy called Chu Zihang a "killer embryo"; someone who could so easily unleash his killing intent truly deserved that title.

"Hide!" Chu Zihang said to Gao Mi and the others.

This platform is only so big, where can they hide? Caesar and Chu Zihang both understood that once the fight started, with the power of those Deadpools, Gao Mi and the others would be torn to shreds first, and then it would be the two of them next.

“I guess this is the end,” Caesar said softly. “It’s not what I imagined.”

"What kind of death do you imagine?" Flames began to flow from Chu Zihang's blade.

"There should be a band and girls in sexy gowns by a champagne-colored swimming pool, fireworks in the sky, and reporters from all over the world waiting outside my house for news of Cesare Gattuso's death."

Caesar lowered his gaze, but the light in his eyes gradually intensified. His bones crackled slightly, and fine scales sprouted from his body.

"Blood Burst" technique, refining bloodlines!

As he contemplated death, the Dragon Heart quietly opened to him.

He chanted the dragon script, high-pitched and powerful, as authoritative as a military command, and the sound waves emanating from his dragon-transformed body vibrated the air.

The swarm of weasels residing deep within his mind went berserk. They were no longer messengers; they had become bloodthirsty thugs, rising into the air and baring their bloodthirsty fangs.

Word of Power: Kamaitachi, Advanced!

Serial number 71, Word of Power: Vampire Scythe.

The power brought by "Blood Burst" is both terrifying and surprising. It feels as if the blood flowing in his veins is not blood, but a scorching stream of fire. His unparalleled confidence makes him exceptionally invigorated, as if he can still awaken hordes of Kamaitachi.

So this is the power that Chu Zihang possesses...

The heavy rain fell amidst the pervasive moisture, and countless dark shadows emerged from the rain.

Chu Zihang did something strange: he cut his arm, jumped off the platform, and ran wildly in the direction the train was heading.

Caesar, who was about to unleash the Vampire Scythe, froze, not understanding what Chu Zihang was doing. He believed that Chu Zihang, like himself, would never escape; what deeper meaning did cutting his arm have?

Then he understood. The dark figures all turned around and stared straight in the direction Chu Zihang had left.

Dragon blood! After the blood explosion, the bloodline is enhanced, and the blood will be closer to pure dragon blood. These mindless dead servants are instinctively attracted to the dragon blood.

Without hesitation, he slashed his arm, fired two shots at the Deadpool horde, and jumped into the tunnel.

After jogging for a while and making sure all the Deadpools had followed, he sped up to catch up with Chu Zihang.

Chapter 130 Lu Mingfei is running towards the battlefield.

The orbital foundations were made of sharp cinders, and Caesar and Chu Zihang fought and retreated, gradually shaking off the Deadpools.

"Stop." Chu Zihang was the first to stop. He lit a torch and held it high.

The surrounding tunnels were illuminated, and Caesar immediately noticed the anomaly. The tracks and track foundations were covered in dust, looking nothing like they had been used recently. They were clearly moving in the direction the subway was heading, and hadn't encountered any forks in the road, yet they had arrived at an unopened section of track.

It was as if the world had branched off somewhere; in the original world, trains cycled along tracks, but in this world, trains had never traveled. The two stumbled upon a hidden route.

"On the bright side, this could very well be the exit." Caesar looked ahead at the tracks.

“This place should be reserved for the winners of the bet.” Chu Zihang walked deeper into the area, holding a burning stick. “Whether it’s the exit or not, some kind of permission is definitely required to enter.”

Caesar caught up with him, “Will the Dragon King have the heart to let us out? The only doubt is that he refused the Dead Servants.”

"You'll find out as you walk forward," Chu Zihang shrugged.

"Just to my liking."

……

On the subway, Zhao Menghua hadn't seen what the attacking monster looked like at all, but now Deadpool in the rain almost brushed past them. He smelled the blood and stench emanating from Deadpool, heard those incomprehensible whispers, and saw sharp, knife-like bone claws and a deformed body covered in shield-shaped scales flashing before his eyes.

He crouched down, clutching his head, feeling even more terrified than when he first saw the Kamaitachi dealer. At least the dealer was harmless, but those Deadpools had scrutinized them with cold eyes, as if they were meat on a chopping board.

Chen Wenwen reacted similarly to him, the two huddled together in a corner, still shaken. Gao Mi and Wan Boqian ran to the edge of the platform, looking in the direction Deadpool had chased after.

"A-grade blood is so attractive to Deadpool?" Wan Boqian frowned.

"Sigh... Not having a high enough bloodline means even Deadpool won't talk to you. It's really hurtful." Gao Mi breathed a sigh of relief, put away the plastic tactical knife specially made by the equipment department, and sat down on the wet cement floor.

"Don't talk nonsense." Wan Boqian jumped off the track and looked at the group of dead servants that had completely disappeared in the distance. "Don't you find it strange? Because of the Word of Power, my senses are very sharp. Those dead servants were obviously very hungry just now, but not a single one of them broke away from the group to attack us."

"You mean they were deliberately chasing Caesar and Chu Zihang?"

“Perhaps, but I think they’re more likely to be manipulated.” Wan Boqian’s expression was somber.

"No way, if the Dragon King is controlling all of this in real time, why doesn't he just kill us? Wouldn't it be better to just take action directly?" Gao Mi retorted.

"I don't know, we were playing cards with Kamaitachi when we first came in... I just feel like this subway is getting more and more chaotic." Wan Boqian shook her head wearily and reached out her hand.

Gao Mi pulled her up, and the two of them went to the corner where another couple was leaning against, and squatted down side by side.

"Hey, Brother Gao... who exactly are you guys? Is Kassel College a secret organization fighting zombies?" At first, Zhao Menghua thought Gao Mi and the other person were some kind of special agents, then he thought they were like the "Supernatural Affairs Bureau" that was rumored on some forums, and now he thought they were like genetically modified mutants or superhumans.

"Knowing too much won't do you any good," Gao Mi said calmly.

He spoke from the heart. The more he knew, the more troublesome it would be to brainwash him, and the greater the probability of him developing mental problems.

"So, did you choose Lu Mingfei because he also has superpowers?" Chen Wenwen asked. Gao Mi and the other woman were unwilling to reveal more information, so she cleverly chose a topic they both shared.

"I guess so," Gao Mi nodded.

Zhao Menghua didn't want to discuss Lu Mingfei's topic. "Speaking of which, now that no one has gone out to report the news, what should we do?"

"Hold on and wait for reinforcements. Caesar and Chu Zihang will be fine, and Lu Mingfei will be even better. They will handle this. If they are both killed in action, there's nothing we can do," Wan Boqian said.

Chen Wenwen and Zhao Menghua both looked somber upon hearing this. They had not received training from the Execution Department and were not very resistant to such life-or-death situations. They did not have the same strong mentality as the other party that "the last resort is death."

The group remained silent for a while. After an unknown amount of time, Caesar and Chu Zihang did not return, nor did any new Deadpools or Kamaitachi appear... until a strong gust of wind swept through the tunnel.

When the wind died down, Lu Mingfei was already standing in the center of the platform. He was still wearing that stylish trench coat, but it was covered in some kind of black stains from the shoulders to the hem, which even Chen Wenwen could tell were bloodstains.

He appeared suddenly, covered in blood, yet his face still wore that cold, self-important expression. Now Zhao Menghua no longer thought he was faking it; he looked like a psychopathic killer from a movie.

How can a murderer's cold-blooded demeanor be an act? It's a genuine expression of emotion.