Dragon Raja: Lu Mingfei Returns from the Elden Ring

His control over the elements was now unparalleled, and the wind beneath him lifted him up slowly, as smoothly as if he were standing on an invisible ground.

Words of Power or Precepts.

The vast territory expanded rapidly. The moonlight was cold and clear in the night. If someone stood on the roof of the hotel and looked directly at the moon, they would see a layer of mist-like ripples sweeping across the sky, making even the moonlight clearer and brighter wherever it passed.

In an instant, this area became a forbidden zone for Word of Power and most of the Alchemy Matrix.

At the same time, Lu Mingfei's gaze swept through the layers of building structure and the densely packed people in between, scanning every corner.

Soon, at the tableware storage area at the end of the corridor of the luxury private rooms on the third floor, a figure was behaving strangely. He seemed to be storing or retrieving tableware, but he didn't move for a long time and kept looking out the window.

Inside the hotel.

There were three groups of guests in the VIP room on the third floor. The noisiest group was a group of college students around twenty years old, who seemed to be alumni of the local prestigious Shilan High School. They ordered a deluxe set meal and four bottles of red wine.

The man had applied for the cleaning job just last week. Because he asked for a low salary, HR quickly hired this seemingly strong guy. Tonight, he volunteered to work overtime and kept serving tea and water to the students in the dormitories.

In fact, he was of mixed race. Not long ago, a German man approached him and offered him $100,000 in exchange for transporting a few black boxes to the hotel. The German man would provide the transportation method and the contact person. Considering the price, the impoverished man agreed without hesitation.

His words are prophetic, but because of his low bloodline, he cannot see a coherent and clear vision of the future; most of the time, he only has a feeling.

Tonight is the agreed time to open the black box, but he is becoming increasingly uneasy, not because of any hints from the Word Spirit, but because the Word Spirit has not responded at all.

Logically speaking, such a windfall mission usually means some unknown dangers. He had some idea of ​​this and planned to run away as soon as he received the alarm from Yanling before the mission. Anyway, he had already received the 20,000 deposit, which would be enough to live a carefree life for a while.

In any case, at this critical juncture, the lack of response from the Word of Power can only mean two things: either there is no danger, or... some great terror has surpassed the power of the Word of Power.

Chapter 162 The End

Fine beads of sweat appeared on the man's forehead. He was torn between two conflicting thoughts, and the decision about money was even causing a slight headache.

Finally, the man decided to run away.

He took out the phone the German had given him, pulled out the SIM card, broke it in half and threw it away. He then tossed the phone into the kettle, peeked out from the storage room, looked around to make sure no one was watching him, and began to take off his hotel uniform. He then quickly tidied his hair and wiped off his makeup, transforming himself into a drunken guest.

He pretended to have just come out of the restroom and was about to leave downstairs, and none of his colleagues recognized him.

This is the skill that men rely on for survival: by using makeup to create variations in light and shadow on their faces, and using silicone props when necessary, they can transform themselves into another person in a short period of time.

But when he got downstairs, the group of college students in their twenties had just finished their party. Under the dim light, the chattering young people gathered in small groups, each one reeking of alcohol and in high spirits.

The man's task was to deliver the box to the students' dinner party; he was originally supposed to be a waiter pushing the food cart in. Tonight's mission had completely fallen apart, and the man was becoming increasingly uneasy.

Before he could even activate his Word of Power, he started imagining dangerous situations, which was a huge lapse in composure for someone with "prophecy."

He blended into the crowd of students, head down, and hurried toward the exit. The car the Germans had arranged for him was no longer available, so he had to hail a taxi at the entrance to leave.

thump.

The man, who was so nervous that he could hardly calm down, bumped into a chubby boy—one of the students. What was striking was the boy's round figure, and he seemed to be chatting and laughing with a pretty female student.

Based on a man's experience, the female student was only trying to save face by being polite to the chubby boy, and she was also a little impatient.

"Are you blind?" The chubby boy touched the sleeve of his suit jacket, smelled a faint odor of swill, and immediately lost his composure. "Do you even know how much this suit costs?"

The man, after being scolded, instinctively glared at the chubby boy, a single glance that nearly terrified him.

His gaze swept past the chubby boy's shoulder, and a boy dressed entirely in black stood near the exit, staring intently at him. In the darkness, the waiters, students, and patrons in the lobby all seemed oblivious to the boy.

The moment the man's eyes met the boy's, he immediately understood. The overwhelming pressure from the Word of Power and the Commandments, penetrating straight into his mind, explained everything. This was why the "prophet" had failed.

Damn Germans!

The man gritted his teeth. In this world, the last person he had ever heard of who possessed the power of words and precepts was the current mentor, Flamel. It was indeed no easy task.

Fortunately, like the prophet, the commandments were not offensive words of power. Several solutions flashed through the man's mind in an instant: kidnapping ordinary people for confrontation, engaging in a direct confrontation... Finally, he turned around and ran away without hesitation.

Even if they could beat a teenager, why would they risk their lives for those Germans?

He worked here for a few days and became familiar with the hotel's layout; the back door was right next to the lobby staff lounge.

Lu Mingze had a party tonight, and he finally managed to convince his stingy mother to let him rent an expensive handmade suit. He promised his mother that he would bring a girlfriend home tonight.

Unfortunately, some clueless person bumped into me halfway and stained my suit. I wonder if this stain is easy to clean.

Feeling frustrated and down on his luck in love, he roared angrily, but then became uneasy, wondering if the other person would attack him. To his surprise, the shameless woman simply turned around and ran away.

Lu Mingze was momentarily stunned, hesitating whether to chase after the other party and make them pay him back, as he was unsure whether the dry cleaner could properly handle the stains.

At that moment, the girl he had just flirted with started talking to another boy in the class.

He was a little annoyed. He glanced at the female classmates around him, but there were none of them who caught his eye. In fact, they all had boyfriends or male classmates with them.

"Lu Mingze." Someone patted him on the shoulder.

"Your parents are in the hospital. Go to this place and tell the receptionist you're visiting relatives."

Lu Mingze had better eyesight than his father and recognized Lu Mingfei immediately. He first looked Lu Mingfei up and down: an ordinary, unbranded trench coat and thermal underwear, trousers without any logos... and black boots.

Seeing his cousin dressed like this in a place like this, Lu Mingze immediately concluded that his cousin, who went to a so-called prestigious university, was not doing well.

Before he could come up with something to subtly show off his clothes and car, Lu Mingfei had already turned and left.

……

The man pushed open the narrow iron gate at the back of the hotel and entered the small parking lot behind the building. This was where the hotel staff parked their cars. Both exits led to alleyways leading to the old buildings. It was still open for business, and the parking lot was quiet.

The man jogged quickly, keeping close to the wall and crouching low.

Just then, the domain of the Word of Power was removed, it was unclear whether the boy had left or was about to take the next step.

The man immediately ignited the dragon blood and chanted dragon script.

Words of Power, Prophet.

His movements froze. The vision of the future that the prophet had sent this time was exceptionally clear, yet it chilled him to the bone.

"Keep going, someone is waiting for you."

A voice rang in my ears.

The man suppressed the urge to look around and continued walking with his head down. His words had already told him that running away would mean death, one hundred percent death.

The man left the alleyway with trepidation. Outside, the streets were brightly lit, but there were few pedestrians. Only the streetlights and the signs of some closed shops were still lit.

He looked around.

Footsteps sounded behind him, and the newcomer's voice was deep, "What did you see in the hotel? Did you see the one who released the Word of Power/Commandment?"

It was the German who had entrusted him with the task.

"This job is too dangerous, I'm quitting," the man said anxiously.

“Alright, before that, let me take you to your lodgings first,” the German said. “You don’t even need the car I prepared for you. How pathetic. Among those who use the Prophet, there aren’t many as cowardly as you.”

A black SUV pulled up on the side of the road.

Seeing that he had no chance of escaping, the man had no choice but to get on the train with the German. He tried to use the power of words, but now that he was no longer suppressed by the precepts, he still couldn't activate the power of words.

The SUV didn't head towards the man's residence, but instead drove in the opposite direction. The man was also a native of the area and knew that the road ended at a wooded area with only two factories nearby and sparsely populated.

"What do you want?" the man asked calmly. "Someone has used the precepts. I'm just an ordinary person of ordinary blood. At worst, I'll give you back the deposit... I also have savings, I'll give them all to you."

Chapter 163 The Doll

"Don't be nervous." The German's voice was much lower than before. "We won't do anything to you. Just tell us what you saw."

“I…” The man hesitated for a moment, but when he met the German’s eyes, he trembled all over. A powerful will invaded his brain. After a moment, the man said blankly, “I saw a young man of about twenty years old. It was him who released the Word of Power, the Commandment. He also told me to go with you.”

The German's pupils contracted sharply, then he quickly muttered to himself, "We've been exposed. The one who discovered the anomaly wasn't a member of the Secret Service or one of the monitors..."

The next second he couldn't speak. A hand gripped his throat, and suddenly someone in the car gently removed the miniature microphone that was attached to his chin.

The driver glanced in the rearview mirror, then slammed on the gas. The SUV jolted violently and came to a complete stop, the tires screeching as they rubbed against the pavement, and thick smoke billowed from both sides.

The driver opened the car door, rolled out, and fled the scene.

Just then, the German man's head lolled to the side and he fainted. The man next to him did the same, and the driver, who had run ten meters away, also collapsed on the road.

Lu Mingfei released the "German," whose face was actually covered by a mask, giving him a Germanic appearance. After removing the plastic-like mask, a mixed-race person with an Asian face was revealed.

The man's death was even more bizarre; his blood vessels were pitch black, as if countless roots were growing under his skin.

From the information reported by the masked man at the end, it can be inferred that the other side's plan was far more complex than that. Their contingency plan for the assassination mission was so detailed that it included the discovery of the secret service, the discovery of the monitors, and complete exposure.

Norma has taken control of the traffic signals in the surrounding streets, and the branch staff are on their way.

Although some initial clues have been found, Lu Mingfei does not feel relieved.

……

Lu Mingfei handed the three corpses over to the branch office for disposal, but took the contents of the black box with him.

It contains an alchemical solution, completely black in color. The Deadpools were made from this material, and after death, they continued to exist in physical form, exhibiting characteristics of zombies.

This time, Lu Mingfei did not use the Storm Pool to decompose the research. He simply released the power of water control, and the impurities in the alchemical water began to separate from the water.

Finally, he obtained a fiber, similar to shredded paper pulp, but extremely rare. The three black boxes carried by the restaurant waiter yielded only a single strand of fiber.

Lu Mingfei took out a ball of alchemical water that he had personally made, and then mixed all the fibers into it evenly.

The ball of water floated in his palm, gradually taking shape. A small human figure gradually emerged, followed by facial features and clothing. Finally, through alchemy, it shed its watery form and became a real entity.

A lifeless doll, devoid of any spiritual power, appeared on Lu Mingfei's workbench.

Lu Mingfei took a deep breath, sat down in a chair in the hotel, closed his eyes and fell asleep. His consciousness gradually sank, once again entering the depths of his soul.

……

The sky was obscured by thick clouds, and in the hazy light, snowflakes fell like large feathers, densely weaving a white net in mid-air, covering the entire larch forest.

In the unique stillness of the snowy landscape, only the wind, carrying a biting chill, howled through the trees, emitting a low and long sob.

Lu Mingfei walked along the snowfield, with firelight and faint smoke visible in the distance.

The trees on both sides were mostly covered with thick snow, and their trunks were buried deep in the snow. It seemed that the snow had been falling for a very long time.

Pushing aside the bushes, Lu Mingfei saw a small house with pine wood walls and pillars, and pine bark and branches for the roof. There were signs of cleaning around the house. A fire was lit on the dark, damp earth. The owner of the house lived inside to avoid the wind and snow, so there was no need to light a fire outside.

Lu Mingfei knew that the fire was meant to guide him.

He knocked on the door and pushed open the thin wooden door made of pine planks, revealing a warm and bright interior. Melina was resting with her eyes closed, leaning against the wooden bed.

Lu Mingfei tiptoed toward the fireplace, which was made of gravel and mud, on one side of the house. He sat down cross-legged, took off his coat, which was covered with a layer of snow, and warmed his hands by the fire.