Dragon Raja: Lu Mingfei Returns from the Elden Ring

The Kassel College Twins lasted only five seconds against the King of Earth and Mountain.

Chapter 132 Death Battle

Caesar's back slammed against the concrete platform, his vision went black, and he felt as if all the bones in his body were shattered. He couldn't breathe; a scorching wind rushed into his throat, burning with pain.

He couldn't see Chu Zihang, but it was clear that Chu Zihang was also seriously injured.

Jormungandr was approaching from afar, her red dress fluttering in the scorching wind, her bare thighs and arms covered with hideous scales.

On that beautiful face, black veins snaked across the skin, and cold killing intent and savagery flowed in his crimson-gold dragon eyes.

This is not a battle, it's a massacre.

Caesar raised two Desert Eagles and fired continuously. The recoil of the large-caliber pistols modified by the equipment department seemed to disappear in his hands, and the armor-piercing bullets formed a stable barrage, covering the Dragon King's entire body.

But the mercury-core blunt metal armor-piercing projectile vanished instantly after piercing the Dragon King's surrounding domain, like a stone sinking into the sea. He didn't even know what the Dragon King's defensive method was. The effect of that domain resembled the power of the King of Bronze and Fire, manipulating metal.

Caesar closed his eyes and activated Blood Explosion, but did not rush to launch the Vampire Scythe into attack.

He still had two Philosopher's Stone bullets with warheads left, as well as a refined sulfur bomb that needed to be detonated manually.

The Philosopher's Stone's armor-piercing ability is far inferior to that of ordinary armor-piercing bullets, which is why he has never used the Philosopher's Stone. The ultimate weapon must be delivered to the most lethal position.

That bomb was the most likely weapon to cause effective damage. After receiving the equipment box, he memorized the instructions for using the bomb. Setting up a delayed detonation took a lot of time, but an instantaneous trigger only took a second.

He needs to break into the Dragon King's domain.

The boundaries of the domain are visible to the naked eye, radiating outwards from Jormungandr in all directions.

Around her, subway tracks twisted and cracked, with broken rails of varying sizes slowly rising within the field, accompanied by intense magnetization. The rail fragments attracted each other and rotated around the center of the field.

At the same time, the air in the field was punctured by the flickering electric current, which burned the suspended metal shavings until they were glowing red.

Not to mention Caesar himself, even his vampire wind demons couldn't break through this defense.

He raised his gun and fired a Philosopher's Stone. The dark red bullet pierced through the air barrier and swirling steel fragments, striking the Dragon King's heart with a precisely calculated trajectory.

Jormungandr's giant scythe left a trail of afterimages as the bullet was intercepted by its blade, shattering into scattered dark red crystalline powder.

"You still have one left, aren't you going to use them together?" The Dragon King's voice became hoarse and rough as her body transformed into a dragon, with faint waves of energy resonating with her voice.

But Caesar still sensed her sarcasm; in the face of absolute power, the anger and struggle of the weak are nothing but laughable.

Just then, Jormungandr stopped in his tracks. This time it was Caesar's turn to smile. He instantly activated his second Blood Explosion, his golden eyes burning fiercely as if they were about to ignite. This was something Chu Zihang had always envied, and now he finally possessed it in the final moments of his life.

The vampire scythes were incredibly excited.

Groups of vampire wind demons awakened deep within his mind, rising into the air and gathering together to form a storm that even tore a gap in the Dragon King's domain.

However, they could not get close to the Dragon King, nor were they the main attackers.

Immediately afterwards, a dark blue-green figure, carrying an even more terrifying dark red domain, leaped up from behind him. The blade of the Divine Blade almost bent under the wind resistance, yet it slashed towards the Dragon King's head with flames.

The simplest yet most deadly downward slash is designed to sever the enemy and their weapon together.

"A third burst of blood?" Jormungandr muttered to himself, his face filled with barely suppressed confusion and shock.

But she was destined to receive no answer. The man before her was covered in hideous scales, his joints twisted, and his back was covered in imposing bony wings.

He is no longer human, nor dragon, but a dead being somewhere in between—Deadpool.

One of them had already fallen from grace on the stage, and the remaining two were well aware of this. Blood tears streamed down Caesar's face as the immense pressure created by his fully activated Words of Power caused his eyes to bleed.

On the fiery stage shrouded in a dark red curtain, his nemesis from his youth had died, and countless vampire scythes filled the vicinity of the mourning hall like starlight. This was the last scene of Chu Zihang that he perceived.

And he will soon follow the other and become a name recorded in the annals of heroes in the history of dragon slaying.

He removed the refined sulfur bomb and quickly set the detonator. The advantage of the equipment department's products was that they lacked any safety devices; he held the extended detonator in his palm, and the bomb would explode within a second when he released it next.

While maneuvering the Vampire Scythe to charge at the Dragon King, his main body roamed the edge of the battlefield looking for an opportunity. In his other hand, he held the Desert Eagle, which still had one last bullet inside.

The battle between Jormungandr and Chu Zihang had surpassed the understanding of hybrids. Two enormous, destructive domains of incantation collided, and a layer of energy was clearly visible at the edge of their contact, with hundreds of thousands of volts of white-purple static electricity and thousands of degrees of black fire serpents swimming above it. The bright areas were blindingly bright, while the dark areas resembled black holes.

Caesar could not see the two figures clearly at all. Their dragon-like bodies granted them speeds that exceeded the limits of human vision. They flashed through the air, leaving behind only a faint black mist and devastating traces of destruction.

The rails were heated until they were glowing brightly and then melted, and coal ash everywhere was burning.

The red-hot iron filings were magnetized by Jormungandr's domain and suspended in the air. As Chu Zihang passed by, Junyan's burst of energy propelled them to extremely high speeds.

The flying iron filings bloomed like fiery red flowers, each petal a deadly jet of metal. Caesar's chest heaved violently as he dodged the aftershocks of their battle, running through the scorching air, each breath feeling like swallowing a ball of fire.

Rock fragments kept falling from the top of the cliff, cracking open in mid-air. The sickle weasels flew in all directions in terror, only to be quickly reduced to ashes by the combined forces of both sides.

Caesar's vampire scythe was of no use to Chu Zihang; now these bloodthirsty little creatures had their eyes on the wind demons trying to escape. The vampire scythe was essentially a type of wind blade, and their bloodthirsty nature stemmed from Caesar's inner lust for slaughter.

Having suffered a second blood loss, he was being swept away by a black wave in his mind. He saw hallucinations from time to time, and heard whispers and chants in his ears. They sounded like meaningless humming, or perhaps like the lullabies his mother used to lull him to sleep.

His eyes were bloodshot, and he gripped the detonator tightly. What sustained him was the thought, "Chu Zihang has already broken through three times and is still fighting! How can I fall?" For someone as arrogant as him, such a simple, almost naive, obsession was the most effective.

Chapter 133 Death in Battle?

Another collision occurred, and Chu Zihang and Jormungandr were thrown in opposite directions, landing separately.

Surprisingly, Chu Zihang had the upper hand; Jormungandr's hastily forged giant scythe couldn't defeat the divine sword Murasame. Their positions reversed; Chu Zihang stood in the very center of the enormous cave, while Jormungandr stood near the platform.

Both of them had accumulated many injuries. As they took deep breaths, the scales on their bodies opened and closed, and countless super cells at the wound sites repaired the damage at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The illusory swarm of weasels let out shrieks and charged fearlessly at the Dragon King, instantly filling her all directions with the sound of bees.

Through the gaps in the domain torn open by these vampire scythes, dark red bullets shot towards the Dragon King's back, still aiming for his heart.

The bullet struck the Dragon King, but she only swayed for a moment. Her body was covered with a metallic substance, and the condensed steel fragments condensed on her body, forming a physical barrier.

The Philosopher's Stone contains pure spiritual elements, but the warhead containing it is a tangible substance, and it will still shatter on the hard metal surface.

Jormungandr was no longer the elegant woman in her red dress. Her body was covered with scales and bone spikes even more exaggerated than Chu Zihang's. From those bloody dragon bone structures, one could vaguely make out her exquisite figure.

Caesar charged toward her with all his might.

He was covered in blood, thick, black blood seeping from his eyes, nostrils, mouth, ears, and the gaps between every scale. He didn't know how long he could hold out, how long Chu Zihang could hold out, whether the Vampire Scythe could expose a weakness in the Dragon King, whether the Philosopher's Stone could penetrate the Dragon King's defenses, or whether the Refined Sulfur Bomb would be effective enough... but this was all he could do.

As he charged into the Dragon King's territory, he was immediately cut and wounded all over by flying iron filings. In his last moments before collapsing, he released the detonator.

ended.

The refined sulfur bomb exploded close to his chest, flames erupting forth. In the high-temperature, high-pressure shockwave, mercury evaporated into mercury vapor. Mercury droplets passed through the sulfur powder smoke, and the two substances condensed together, forming a terrifying storm that was highly toxic to dragons.

However, the next second, Caesar was awakened by the pain in his jawbone. The terrifying images that appeared after his vision went dark were dispelled by the pain, but a phantom image still remained in his eyes.

He couldn't distinguish between reality and illusion for a moment. One moment he was surrounded by all sorts of terrifying illusions, and the next he saw the Dragon King's crimson-gold eyes.

Jormungandr gripped his neck with one hand, sharp bone spikes pricking his sharply defined jaw, while his other hand held a ball of fire. A powerful, visible airflow confined the flames and deadly powder to a limited area, much like a reverse application of the Word of Power "Dustless Land".

Caesar stared blankly at the ball of flame, desperately twisting his eyes toward Chu Zihang. Jormungandr twisted his neck, letting him see his friend one last time before he died.

Caesar had by the end lost most of his senses, so he didn't feel anything unusual. To him, the world had never been so quiet because his cochlea had been destroyed.

Where Chu Zihang stood, the earth cracked open like a rock wall, and an ancient and solemn behemoth emerged from the ground, holding Chu Zihang in its mouth. Only one arm holding Murasame was visible near its mouth, perhaps because it disliked the alchemical weapon because it was prickly to eat, so it did not swallow it whole.

It turns out that while Caesar couldn't hear, Chu Zihang had already been eaten by the real ancient dragon. It's unknown whether Chu Zihang struggled in front of that reptilian monster covered in bluish-black scales... The only certainty is that the arm that wielded the Divine Blade will no longer have any strength, because its bones and muscles have been completely destroyed.

Jormungandr released Caesar, letting him fall to the ground, and watched silently as the light in those eyes, which had always been filled with pride and anger, died out.

It turns out that this guy's true gaze is very gentle. His unfocused blue pupils eventually reflected someone, which made him smile slightly.

The smile slowly froze on his face.

Jormungandr saved him not out of respect for her opponent. She simply thought Caesar's bloodline was excellent and that he would be a powerful henchman after evolving into Deadpool.

That refined sulfur was clearly highly poisonous to the dragonborn, and also had terrifyingly sticky properties. She pulled Caesar out of the explosion like protecting raw materials from harmful bacteria before pickling vegetables.

She slowly walked towards the ancient dragon containing Chu Zihang and took down the nearly broken divine sword, Murasame.

“Fenrir, devour him,” she whispered, placing her hand on the ancient dragon’s head.

Fenrir opened its mouth wide, but its cat-like vertical pupils suddenly contracted as it roared towards the sky above.

Jormungandr gripped her giant scythe tightly, her brow furrowed. Fenrir, her brother, possessed an incomplete dragon body, and his perception and strength surpassed hers.

The next second, the dragon's roar stopped.

A huge hole exploded at the top of the rock wall, and a figure fell at lightning speed, smashing the dragon's head into the ground. The dragon's jawbone, covered with hard scales, slammed heavily into the ground, causing the already ravaged ground to crack and undulate instantly. Rocks, cinders, and rails shattered and churned under the immense force.

Jormungandr leaped high into the air and landed on a section of the broken railway track that pierced upwards.

Another figure pulled the limp Chu Zihang down to Caesar's side. The instant he stepped onto the Dragon King's head, he leaped up and dragged Chu Zihang away.

Caesar convulsed and trembled all over. He could neither see nor hear, and he tried to push the blood explosion to the third level like Chu Zihang, but he failed.

Just then, a warm hand patted his shoulder. An unprecedented sense of strength filled his entire body; his displaced internal organs and broken bones were being powerfully repaired, while at the same time, a strong sense of exhaustion washed over him.

From afar, Jormungandr's eyes flickered as he watched Lu Mingfei slap two balls of red-hot flame into Caesar and Chu Zihang's bodies, and then an incredible miracle pulled the two back from the brink of death.

That's not the power of words, it's "authority".

"How should I address you? Lu Mingfei? Surtur? Or the reclusive, dark sword?" Jormungandr said calmly.

Lu Mingfei reached out, and the hound Longfang, which was in the air, circled around him excitedly before landing in his hand, whereupon a blazing fire broke out.

"Are you the King of the Earth and the Mountains?" Lu Mingfei asked softly, facing Jormungandr.

“Jormungandr, also known as Xia Mi.” Jormungandr was somewhat dazed, feeling that Lu Mingfei still had the same expression as when he was facing “Xia Mi”. In the two meetings he had at the train station and the library, he was always so… calm.

Chapter 134 Knight Rodel

Lu Mingfei glanced at Caesar and Chu Zihang, who had come back to life. Their bodies were recovering rapidly, but it was taking a toll on their physical and mental strength.

The two lay on the ground, only their eyeballs could move, and at that moment they blinked at the same time, looking at Lu Mingfei.

"You did a great job." Lu Mingfei nodded to them and gave them a thumbs up.

What's with this feeling of getting a little red flower in kindergarten? Chu Zihang and Caesar had this thought at the same time, but unfortunately they couldn't say it out loud, they could only blink frantically.

Lu Mingfei's praise was sincere; he admired all warriors who saw things through to the end and tried to hold himself to the same standard.

The entire subway system began to shake violently, and the remaining weasels on the rock face all fell down, frantically fleeing towards the subway tunnel.

Not only here, but all the weasels lurking in the subway system are fleeing, as if they have a premonition of some extremely terrifying disaster.

“Kassel College and those half-breeds can’t stop those scythe-weasels.” Jormungandr didn’t stop his little pets from escaping. “The truth about the dragons is about to be revealed, and Odin, who has been well-prepared for it, will be the biggest winner…”

“It sounds like you and Odin aren’t in a cooperative relationship.” Lu Mingfei didn’t stop the sickle weasels. There were so many sickle weasels in the entire subway system. If they were all gathered together, he could kill them all, but they were desperately scattering and escaping from every crack and crevice.