Dragon Raja: Lu Mingfei Returns from the Elden Ring

Fingel, carrying a heavy suitcase, remained motionless during the subway collision.

The phone's screen had changed; all the UI had disappeared, and the background had turned pure black, with only white text reading: "The person who is blocking you is a lackey of the 'Prince.' The plan has changed; there's no need to deliver the goods anymore. You can dispose of them as you see fit."

"Giving me something worth two hundred million? That's incredibly generous." Fingel raised an eyebrow.

“Finger?” Gao Mi called his name in confusion.

“It’s me,” Fingel said.

He untied the box and slowly opened the lid, a sharp, dark gold light flowing along the opening. Triggering a hidden latch, internal mechanisms slid out, revealing seven completely different swords.

The Seven Deadly Sins is an alchemical weapon that Lu Mingfei bought for nearly two hundred million US dollars.

Fingel bit his finger and smeared it on the hilt of the blade. Dark red, vine-like patterns appeared on the surface of the hilt, like its blood vessels, and its pulsating heart was sending frenzied blood throughout its body.

It came to life, as if a heart was beating in the scabbard, not just one, but seven. Seven swords awoke at the same time, and seven different heartbeats blended together, some like booming bells, some like rapid drums. It was a tyrannical orchestra.

Fingel chose one of them, gripped the massive blade with both hands, and pulled out the "Wrath," which resembled a horse-slaying sword.

Gao Mi was startled by the ferocious weapon.

The Zhanmadao is also known as the Modao, one of the four types of swords recorded in the Tang Liudian. This type of sword is seven feet long, with a blade three feet long and a handle four feet long, and it moves with great force when wielded.

Fingel, his hands clenched in fury, walked toward the rear section of the train. The connection between the carriages was blocked by the collapsed steel structure. He swung his sword and easily shattered the steel.

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In Lu Mingfei and Jormungandr's eyes, time slowed down dramatically. They clashed weapons, and the recoil spread through the air, forming a spherical, semi-transparent shockwave. The immense energy caused spiderweb-like cracks to appear on the ground.

In the repeated clashes, Hound Fang's blade gradually weakened, and when the giant scythe Gam clashed with it, it seemed to truly become the hound of death, devouring Hound Fang's life force.

During this time, Jormungandr gradually grew stronger, and her power was close to that of Odin in Italy, while Lu Mingfei lost most of his control over fire.

The tables should have turned between offense and defense, but Lu Mingfei could sense that Jormungandr was extremely urgent. She was growing stronger, but along with her power seemed to come some extremely serious crisis.

As her power revived, when Lu Mingfei looked into her eyes, he could vaguely see a phantom shadow behind her, like a giant python stained with blood.

A crisp metallic cracking sound rang out, and Lu Mingfei retreated in a disheveled state.

Jormungandr did not pursue; her gaze was fixed on Lu Mingfei, her dragon eyes filled with both killing intent and a hint of wariness.

She was actually right.

Lu Mingfei had long ago judged that Hound Tooth's destruction was not a rout. He held the cracked curved knife in his hand and looked at Jormungandr with considerable surprise.

He originally intended to use Hound Tooth's final self-destruction to severely damage Jormungandr, but this enemy had gradually come to understand him through a series of battles and actually saw through his feigned weakness.

Even in the face of life-or-death crisis, she was able to resist the urge to attack... Lu Mingfei even admired her somewhat.

He held the hilt of the knife in one hand and the blade in the other, holding the hound's fangs horizontally in front of him, a thick cloud of hot red smoke enveloping it.

The blade shattered along the crack, each fragment floating in the air and enveloped in a curtain of fiery light.

"The vengeful spirit of Laqad".

The terrifying power emanating from "Blasphemy King" Rakad releases the vengeful spirits of heroes who died tragically—they were welcomed by the king but were also devoured, merging into the body of the giant serpent and becoming the king's people.

Lu Mingfei replaced the vengeful spirit with a fragment of the hound's fang. The light screen converged to form the shape of a skeleton, and there seemed to be invisible "eyes" in their dark, deep eye sockets locking onto Jormungandr.

Hundreds of skeletons danced in the cramped space, their dark red flames illuminating everything. The skeletons opened and closed their jaws as if emitting silent wails or roars, and the trails they left were made of flames, like contrails dyed by the sunset.

Chapter 139 is really the last transformation... right?

Jormungandr swung her giant scythe, shattering several approaching vengeful spirits. Fragments of the alchemical weapon inside the skull exploded instantly, scattering into even finer shrapnel. These shrapnel, cutting through the air at high speed like sharp blades, inevitably caused minor damage to the giant scythe, Garm.

Those beautiful light curtains were actually concentrated fire elements, which immediately exploded upon losing their core. Jormungandr is now immune to fire; her scales gleam with a crystal-like luster, jet black and glossy, impenetrable to flames. However, she has lost her connection to Lu Mingfei, and the sky is filled with the silent howling of skeletal vengeful spirits; when the flames erupt, the intense light obscures everything.

She wielded her giant scythe, clearing away vengeful spirits along the way, and returned to Fenrir's side, releasing the Dustless Land, where the flames were repelled by the domain. Lu Mingfei temporarily lost his authority and could not interfere with her releasing the Word of Power.

The flames of the vengeful spirits rose along the edge of the dustless land, completely enveloping the hemispherical area, and the battlefield was plunged into endless explosions and eruptions of flames.

Lu Mingfei stood at the edge of the cave, pressed against the rock wall. Having lost his weapon, he released his Word of Power, using the heavens and earth as a furnace to reforge some ordinary weapons. These weapons were magnetized by the domain and floated in the air, with some kind of elemental transformation reaction leaving intricate patterns on their surfaces.

As the last vengeful spirit was detonated by Jormungandr, Lu Mingfei had already conjured dozens of weapons. A short sword, accelerated by his domain, shot towards Jormungandr, but was easily blocked by the giant scythe Garm. As the short sword shattered, the sealed power within it suddenly erupted.

A frigid ice storm swept through Jormungandr, sealing away elemental power.

Immediately afterwards, swords, knives, axes, halberds... all sorts of weapons rained down on Jormungandr like a storm of arrows. Under the onslaught of dozens of elemental storms, even Jormungandr's use of Dustless Land could not intercept them all.

During this time, Lu Mingfei once again conjured a lightning spear, constantly disrupting Jormungandr through the gaps in the explosion.

Jormungandr is incredibly powerful now, but behind its unusually vigorous life force should lie something akin to a burst of blood. A burst of blood in a hybrid is an evolution towards a pure-blooded dragon, and a burst of blood in a pure-blooded dragon should be an evolution towards some kind of Dragon King. Or perhaps, Hela's giant scythe, Gam, is a sign of this special "burst of blood."

All Lu Mingfei needs to do is stall until she collapses.

Sparks flew amidst the thunderstorm. Lu Mingfei retreated, wielding two swords. He held a long sword, Murasame, in one hand and a short hunting knife, Dick Tudor, in the other. He was also a master of dual-wielding. With these two alchemical weapons forged by humans, he avoided Gam's attacks and swung his sword almost at Jormungandr's feet.

Jormungandr was stunned by the thunderstorm.

She was nearly half the size of Hela, but she was still slightly slower and weaker than Lu Mingfei, who had lost his Dragon King authority. The black hunting knife had almost sliced ​​through her neck. Murasame pushed away Gam's edge with a blade-to-blade technique, at the cost of Murasame's blade being chipped and chipped.

Gam is indeed a hellhound; it devours the life of weapons.

Jormungandr's vision was already dark red, and her overly intense golden eyes concealed her injuries. Her body was actually in an extremely strange state, as powerful as Hela, the Goddess of Death, and as lifeless as a dying Jormungandr. This was the price of using the Conceptual Armament: Cerberus Gam in the body of Jormungandr.

It's time to decide the winner.

She suddenly stomped on the ground, but instead of breaking the rocks beneath her feet as before, she simply stomped.

Lu Mingfei raised his knife to be on guard, but he did not expect the attack to come from Fenrir. The brother and sister communicated through the vibrations of the ground.

Fenrir's skull had been pierced by lightning, its eye sockets blackened like charcoal, yet it could still roar. A large amount of air leaked from the wound on its neck, yet it still shook Lu Mingfei; it was releasing a domain, or rather, "power."

The area in front of it, including Lu Mingfei, was covered by a concept of "shattering". It was not an effect that Jormungandr could achieve by striking the "eye". In this field, rocks, air and even ash were shattered again, resulting in a terrifying explosion. Lu Mingfei felt that he spat out a fragment of his heart when he was blasted away.

After Fenrir finished roaring, he collapsed heavily to the ground.

Jormungandr had been waiting for Lu Mingfei to get close. She wasn't sure if Fenrir could seriously injure him; this monster had left a shadow in her mind, and she felt that all her methods would have strange effects on him, such as making him stronger. She was only at her last gasp and had no choice but to take a gamble.

In this area, only Jormungandr remained standing, her face expressionless, devoid of joy or sorrow.

That monster—the last one she thought was a monster was her own father—had really fallen, lying on the ground, fragments of the alchemical weapon mixed with his bloody, mangled body.

ended.

She raised the giant scythe high.

But she couldn't swing it anymore. Someone kicked her hard from behind and then grabbed a handful of dirt and threw it hard at her face.

"Get up, brother, I know you're not dead," Lu Mingze said.

Lu Mingfei raised his head; a small portion of his skull had been severed, pinkish-white tissue covering the wound. His heart had indeed been destroyed, but he still possessed some mobility despite his heart stopping. Before Lu Mingze arrived, he was preparing for one last ambush on Jormungandr. He slowly stood up, looking like a rotting corpse crawling out of a zombie movie.

“If you want to make a deal, I’ll still refuse.” His voice was weak and sounded like that old man Schneider.

“I know, I know, brother, you’re an exceptionally stubborn person when it comes to ‘choices.’ If you didn’t know what was on either side of the scale, you’d rather die than agree. This time, I’m just doing you a favor, but I’m taking a big risk by helping you this time. You have to remember how good I am to you, brother.” Lu Mingze considerately picked up Lu Mingfei’s skull and put it on him. “You should dress up nicely before your date.”

"I'm going to continue playing hide-and-seek." Lu Mingze patted his shoulder and slowly walked towards the tunnel exit. His figure gradually blurred in a cloud of mist, and his voice seemed to come from a distant place, "Brother, you'd better hope that next time we meet, I haven't become someone else's toy..."

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In reality, Lu Mingfei remained lying on the ground. As Lu Mingze finished speaking, his consciousness suddenly returned to his body. Weapon fragments scattered all over the ground flew towards him, converging in his hands like moths drawn to a light. Each moth carried a jet-black flame, and they fused together in the fire, ultimately forming two blades.

Lu Mingfei stretched out his hand, gripped the knife, and leaned on the ground.

The blood beneath him began to burn, every drop of blood blazing fiercely, turning the entire area into a sea of ​​flames.

A figure slowly rose from the sea of ​​fire.

Suddenly, a powerful and majestic piece of music came out of the subway's announcement system. The sound was so loud that it seemed as if a gust of wind was echoing throughout the space, and the melody conveyed the biting chill of the Siberian wind.

Lu Mingfei raised his sword, and the blades of the two weapons rubbed together slowly, producing a cold yet light sound. One sword ignited with the deep flames of the Dragon King, while the other sword was engulfed in pure golden flames.

In Jormungandr's eyes, a red health bar suddenly appeared on Lu Mingfei's body, with three question marks in the upper left corner of the health bar.

Someone has invaded her mind and wants to play a game with her.

Chapter 140 Conceptual Armament

Lu Mingfei's injuries healed visibly in the flames, but he no longer possessed the dragon-like scales and bone spurs covering him; even his dragon wings had withered and fallen off. The air trembled slightly, as if something had forcibly passed through, and at the same time, dark starlight flashed within the flames, and the metal that formed the twin swords gathered again, spreading along his body.

A magnificent suit of armor emerged from the black flames, its shoulder armor, breastplate, and leg armor etched with chaotic fire feather patterns. The helmet was a half-armor, the upper half a metal clasp with intricate patterns, the lower half chainmail, complemented by silver-white wolf fur decorations on the back of the helmet, giving it the appearance of a silent and cold beast-faced knight.

Conceptual Armor: War Demon Armor.

The ultimate king, the faded one, inherited the armor of "White Wolf War Demon" Baglam. In ancient legends, the wolf is the shadow of the gods—a traveler who witnessed the king's figure from afar saw the king walking with the spirit of fire.

Conceptual Armament: Lu Mingfei's Twin Blades.

The jet-black blades, tempered by flames, are the weapons of "Old King" Lu Mingfei—twin swords engraved with obsessive inscriptions, said to have been left by the king's deceased friends.

"The so-called fate of the abandoned tribe is to cross the wasteland, raise the battle flag again, and return to their homeland."

"Those who follow the fire will one day meet their destined death."

Lu Mingfei took a step, and the flames in the sky trembled in response. The health bar in Jormungandr's eyes changed again, and words appeared where the question mark was, thoughtfully using the language of the dragons: "The Destined King" Lu Mingfei.

As the words appeared, golden flames rose again from Lu Mingfei's body. Jormungandr's pupils shrank sharply. She could no longer distinguish between reality and illusion. The flames seemed to be given life, and a semi-transparent woman, like a curtain of light, condensed in the flames.

She was a woman with a soft yet profound face. Her left eye was closed, sealed by a black pattern, while her right eye was bright and clear, revealing a serene and compassionate expression. Her hands rested on Lu Mingfei's chest, and she leaned against his shoulder. Her hair and cloak formed an extended curtain of flames, swaying gently in the wind.

"Spare me..." Jormungandr murmured to himself.

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Paris.

Su Enxi and Jiu Demai couldn't help but hold their breath, feeling the oppressive feeling that was pressing directly to their chests even through the computer screen.

"Potato Chip Girl, do you believe in fate?" Mai Shude murmured.

"You mean the Three Goddesses of Norn?" Su Enxi took out a bottle of red wine from the wine cabinet and gulped it down to force herself to stay calm. "Those guys in Kassel actually believe it. They named their underground level after the three goddesses: Uld spins the lifeline, Belldandy pulls the lifeline, and Skadi cuts the lifeline. This is the fate of all things in the world, and it cannot be changed."

“Yes, everything in the world is on those threads. I used to think that only the boss could be considered an existence outside of fate…” Mai Shude also picked up a bottle of wine from the wine cabinet, her eyes somewhat dazed. “If there really is fate in the world, those beautiful threads in myths, they intertwine at the ultimate point, leading everyone to those destined endings from the very beginning… Lu Mingfei is like a red-hot iron ball falling from the sky. Perhaps a monster like him will eventually fall into darkness, but anything that stands in his way will be reduced to ashes, even fate itself.”

“Perhaps that’s why the boss chose him…” Su Enxi said, “Jormungandr has reached her limit. She used power that doesn’t belong to her… Weakness is the original sin. I never thought I would use this phrase to describe a dragon king one day.”

Just then, my cell phone, which was next to the computer, rang. A message had been sent from China.

"They said that Don and Constantine's vital signs have stabilized and they are under observation in a sealed medical pod," Mai Shude recounted calmly. "Is this good news?"

“Who knows? At least it proves they really aren’t the Dragon King anymore.” Su Enxi shrugged. “We’ve lost two high-end combatants, but do we really lack combat power… Look, Jormungandr is almost dead.”

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