Dragon Raja: Lu Mingfei Returns from the Elden Ring

Lu Mingfei did not attack Fenrir at all. He and Su Enxi made the same conclusion, so all their plans were to prevent Jormungandr from devouring Chu Zihang.

He used the flames of the evil god to create an extremely chaotic elemental storm, making the four elements highly active. In such an environment, he could release miniature words of power, Rhine, which caused a flash-melting reaction between the oppressive elemental turbulence.

Such a small elemental storm would not have been enough to release Rhine, but Lu Mingfei was the absolute master of the fire element. He concentrated the fire element by using the elemental transformation method when shaping Nibelungen, causing the elemental turbulence to reach the critical condition in a short time, and the flash-melting reaction burst out instantly and decayed rapidly.

In just a few seconds, Lu Mingfei was able to precisely create a small Rhine Burst at the cost of releasing the Monarch Flame.

Just as it is difficult to find the gate to Nibelungen in the realm of Words of Power and Commandments, it is not difficult to find the Dragon King in the super chaotic elemental turbulence.

This combat style is determined by factors such as the enemy situation, the presence of friendly forces limiting firepower, and special enclosed terrain; the real deciding factor can be determined in just a few seconds.

Jormungandr retreated to a distance, her eyes cold, while Lu Mingfei rose into the air again, looking down at her and Fenrir.

In a daze, she felt as if she had returned to an ancient battlefield, a magnificent war beyond human imagination, a war of gods that these so-called dragon slayers had never seen before.

She hadn't felt this trembling sensation from the aura of danger in a long time.

……

Rhine erupted between Jormungandr and Chu Zihang, and Chu Zihang was also seriously injured. Lu Mingfei used the power of fire to stabilize his injuries, but it did not completely heal him.

He had previously activated his third blood burst and received treatment once; draining his life force to heal was tantamount to killing him.

The situation has now changed again.

Jormungandr and Fenrir were severely injured, and Lu Mingfei also rescued Chu Zihang.

Jormungandr straightened up; she had few cards left, but her next move would undoubtedly deal a heavy blow to Lu Mingfei.

She took out the remote control, pressed the trigger button, and then casually crushed it into crumbs, letting it fall from her fingertips.

Meanwhile, in the distance, the explosives in the two arterial locks were remotely activated, producing a low, muffled explosion. It was so faint, but within seconds, all the arteries near Constantine and Old Tang's hearts severed. First, gushing blood raged in their chest cavities, followed by uncontrollable oxygen deprivation and suffocation.

Lu Mingfei felt that the power of the Great Rune was weakening, like a projector with unstable voltage, the pattern flickering and dimming.

He had been wrong all along. The Great Rune was not conceived by the Dragon King, nor was it the authority belonging to the Dragon King. It was merely a projection. Someone was experimenting on the origin of the Dragon Clan's power, and thus this power at the bottom of the world produced a projection, which in turn produced derivatives on the directly related authority.

Lu Mingfei staggered and fell from the sky.

He lost control of the fire element, but his authority to communicate with the element remained; however, the release of his incantations was no longer as smooth as before.

Jormungandr immediately launched an attack, and even the heavily injured Fenrir followed her, crawling out of the ground on its forelimbs and dragging its skeletal lower body toward Lu Mingfei.

The earth trembled, and cracks hundreds of meters wide appeared, as a giant scythe and the claws of an ancient dragon surrounded him from both sides.

Time stopped at this moment, like a terrifying oil painting depicting a battlefield between gods and demons, the life of the protagonist in the painting frozen in time.

“Brother, you don’t seem very familiar with this state. Let me help you. Now, use all the word spirit conversions in the way you are familiar with.” Lu Mingze’s voice rang out.

Before Lu Mingfei could even be alarmed by Lu Mingze's high level of authority over the dragon race's power, he had already condensed red lightning in his hand.

It differs slightly from the power of words, but it is nonetheless:

The Thunder Spear of Fulsanx.

Lu Mingfei leaped high into the air, his hands crackling with lightning, illuminating the dim space.

Chapter 137 Cerberus Garm

Lightning shouldn't be a tangible thing. Even the high-risk Word of Power Indra and its superior Word of Power Indra's Wrath only manipulate lightning and air currents to attack. I've never heard of anyone being able to bind lightning in their hands as a weapon. That must be a description from mythology, a misunderstanding of alchemical weapons by ancient humans.

But now, right before Jormungandr and Chu Zihang's eyes, red lightning gathered in Lu Mingfei's hands into a terrifying lightning spear.

He wielded his thunderbolts, thrusting his thunder spears at Jormungandr and Fenrir, the roar engulfing the brother and sister like a storm.

Jormungandr successfully dodged the lightning, but Fenrir was struck squarely by it. The concentrated lightning exploded, forming a thunderstorm that swept along the alchemical waters on the ground.

The Thunder Spear of Fulthance is a prayer that unleashes the power of the ancient dragon Fulthance. In the Ancient Dragon Wars, the twin red lightning bolts were a symbol of the ancient dragon known as the strongest rock.

Lu Mingfei landed, stomping his foot and roaring.

He seemed to transform into a true dragon, his roar echoing through the cave, creating shockwaves mixed with some kind of mental attack. Jormungandr, who had dodged the thunderstorm, was momentarily stunned, only managing to see Lu Mingfei thrust a beam of cold, blue-white lightning into the ground. The next second, Lu Mingfei spread his dragon wings, brandishing his hound's fangs as he caught up with her.

Jormungandr hastily defended himself, failing to notice the lightning crawling across the ground. Wherever blue lightning flashed, bolts of lightning struck vertically, instantly enveloping the two in a dense barrage of lightning. The lightning carried a chilling aura, unlike real lightning.

Ice Lightning Gun.

A prayer to demonstrate the power of the dragon soldiers. Born from the eternal city beneath the earth, the dragon soldiers have never seen the true sky or lightning, and wield ice and lightning as their weapons.

Lu Mingfei was not afraid of the lightning, but Jormungandr was injured by it. The current pierced through her body. Even the Dragon King was not immune to the effects. Various terrifying illusions flashed before her eyes. Some were pure illusions, while others seemed to be long, hazy dreams in the cycle of reincarnation...

The so-called despair of the abandoned tribe, thousands of years of slumber, endless nightmares... In the deepest darkness, there is only yourself!

Jormungandr roared, she had nowhere to retreat but to defeat the monster before her.

Even without its core, the king of the earth and mountains still possesses the authority of a king. Its domain is released, and transparent ripples radiate outwards. The air seems to solidify, forming a gel-like mist.

Jormungandr punched the air, and the air and Lu Mingfei were struck by a "force" that exceeded the rules of physics. Even the extremely high voltage of lightning could not break through the shattered air.

Lu Mingfei stepped back, and Jormungandr rolled to the ground.

Fenrir rose from the lightning behind Lu Mingfei, but Lu Mingfei coldly stared at Jormungandr, then slowly clenched his fist without turning his head, releasing a large lightning prison in a ritualistic gesture.

Ancient Dragon Lightning Strike.

A pure thunderstorm enveloped Fenrir, and the smell of burning flesh wafted from it. Fenrir was completely unable to move. His eyes were burned into charred holes, and his body was covered in blood. The wounds caused by the evil god's flames were torn apart by the ancient dragon's lightning strike, and the imposing dragon bones were exposed from beneath the horrific wounds.

If someone were to draw a sketch of those tightly interlocking keel structures right now, the mixed-race families outside might be willing to pay hundreds of millions of dollars for it.

Jormungandr stood on the scorching ground made of rubble, burnt coal ash, and iron filings, with a thunderstorm raging in front of him. Lu Mingfei stood with his back to the storm, his fiery golden eyes shining intensely in the backlit darkness.

It was as if an ancient battlefield had been recreated, where dragons and monsters fought each other, and death brought Jormungandr a familiar sense of impending doom.

……

"Let the bones of the dead become the ladder for the living."

Jormungandr threw aside the giant scythe, slowly reached near his shoulder blade, and pulled out a thin, blood-stained bone. It changed shape in the blazing light, curving like a sickle, its blade like sharp teeth.

The inscription is displayed in gold.

“Garmr”.

Gam, the hellhound of Hela, the goddess of death in mythology, is as famous as Habrok, the eagle. Mythology describes it as a giant wolf covered in blood, breathing cold flames.

Its true form in the history of the dragons is actually the weapon of Hela, the goddess of death, a scythe of death burning with cold flames.

Jormungandr slowly swung her giant scythe, Gam, while cold flames burned fiercely around her.

The two figures flashed by, clashing at lightning speed in the cave. The clash between the ultimate alchemical weapon and the conceptual weapon was a disaster in itself, especially since the users were dragon king-level creatures. This was a true mythical battle.

The turbulent flow of elements was devastating, causing mountains and tunnels to collapse continuously.

This is not only Jormungandr's serious form, but also Lu Mingfei's true battle state.

He flicked the blade, and icy cold air covered it. With one slash, he tore Jormungandr's body apart. The next slash was engulfed in flames, or dark green neurotoxins, or red lightning. Different powers alternated, amplifying the damage of the sword according to Lu Mingfei's will.

At the same time, sword blades materialized out of thin air around Jormungandr, also gathering various elements, and shot directly at Lu Mingfei during the gaps in her attacks, sealing off her life force.

He has no domain, or rather, he doesn't need the power of words within a domain to attack; this battle has become entirely at his disposal.

……

Gao Mi and the others proceeded along the subway tracks. After Lu Mingfei left, the events took a surreal turn. First, the Kamaitachi herd went berserk, and then a group of heavily armored knights appeared and began to slaughter the Kamaitachi.

Finally, the subway tunnel began to sway precariously during the earthquake. They covered their heads and moved along the track bed, with debris constantly falling from above.

Even when there's a subway, it's impossible to get out; walking would be even less likely. This wasn't just the opinion of Chen Wenwen and Zhao Menghua; Gao Mi and Wan Boqian were also very pessimistic.

“I said, let’s find a place to rest…” Zhao Menghua’s vision was blurry, and he saw stars flashing like flying insects. “Since we can’t get out anyway, it’s good to lie down comfortably for a while before we die.”

"We still have hope."

But Wan Boqian herself didn't believe what she was saying, and she was also panting, not much better off than Zhao Menghua.

"Wait a minute." Gao Mi raised his hand, and everyone stopped and looked at him.

A somber look spread rapidly across the skeletal face covered by a thin layer of skin. "The subway... the subway is here."

The group was shocked.

They were in the middle of the subway tracks, and with the subway shaking, they had very little time to get out of danger.

Less than they expected, because of the earthquake, when Gao Mi noticed the subway, the subway lights were already on at the corner.

Light and strong winds approached, and the deafening roar seemed to shatter their eardrums. They squeezed their eyes shut, feeling the immense power of the steel machinery rushing towards them. The spotlights were so bright they felt like they could burn their eyelids.

Such a hasty death; they were on a magical stage, yet they died in a subway accident.

However, the expected collision did not occur; instead, a cheerful voice rang out.

The subway actually stopped. It had a driver, who was leaning halfway out of the driver's cab waving. "Hey guys, have you ever seen a man in a black trench coat carrying a big machete? The one who always looks like someone owes him money."

The group was momentarily at a loss for words. The driver seemed to be referring to Lu Mingfei, but for some reason, it also sounded like he was describing a gangster's thug...

Chapter 138 The Bloodstained Giant Python

“We don’t know where Lu Mingfei is. He, Caesar, and Chu Zihang went through the tunnel.” With the help of the driver, Gao Mi and the others hurriedly climbed onto the subway.

The earthquake outside was still ongoing, and the debris in the tunnel was seriously affecting the safety of the subway operation, but the metal carriages provided some reassurance. Gao Mi and the others collapsed onto the carriage floor after entering, huddled in a corner, looking as if they were about to die.

"There is a hidden fork in the road ahead. The maze is almost collapsing now, and you can see it directly. Remember, the dilapidated one leads to the destination."

Wearing a driver's uniform and carrying a large box as tall as himself, Finger started the train while checking his phone for text messages. This subway train had been arranged for him by someone who claimed to be Lu Mingfei's "assistant," who had contacted him via text message to give him directions.

There was clearly no cell phone signal here, yet the other party was able to exchange messages with him, which was very strange. However, considering how outrageous Lu Mingfei was, it was not surprising that someone like him would have several subordinates who could hack into the Nibelungen Metro system.

"It's really exhausting," he muttered, putting away his phone.

However, the phone vibrated as soon as I put it away to notify me of a new text message.

"A train is approaching!!! Start it now!!!" The sender used multiple exclamation marks to express the urgency of the situation, but Fingel had already started the subway, and it would take time for this massive steel behemoth to accelerate. The roar of the train approached rapidly from the subway tracks behind.

By the time Fingel turned around, the impact had already occurred.

The two carriages that collided directly collapsed and almost merged together. A carriage a little further away derailed from the tracks and overturned under the impact. The second carriage of the oncoming train was thrown into the air and crashed into the tunnel ceiling, sending fragments of steel and concrete flying towards the train like cannonballs.

Fortunately, Fingel was in the driver's cab, and Gao Mi and the others were in the second carriage, far from the point of impact. Neither carriage overturned; they simply derailed. The electrical system failed during the collision. The subway and tunnel were plunged into darkness once more, with occasional flashes of light illuminating the grotesque steel ruins.

"Cough cough cough." Zhao Menghua coughed violently. Chen Wenwen was helping him climb out through the broken window. The ball screw that controlled the car door was destroyed in the collision.

"Are you alright?" Gao Mi entered the driver's seat before leaving, assuming the driver hadn't come out because he was unconscious or injured.

The driver was looking down at his phone, his expression calm, but it startled Gao Mi. He suddenly remembered who this driver was: Fingel von Frings, the most outstanding A-level mixed-race student at Kassel College back in the day.