Dragon Raja: Lu Mingfei Returns from the Elden Ring

Chapter 168 Rendezvous

The Maybach eventually caught up. Caesar aimed his double-barreled shotgun at the driver's seat of the Maybach. If there was a Deadpool sitting there, he would have shot it in the head. But the Maybach was empty. Even the dashboard wasn't powered on. It was as if a ghost was really sitting in it racing the Ferrari.

"Damn it, Odin is weirder than Yemengad." Caesar put away his gun. He had considered shooting out the Maybach's tires, but there was no need to waste the limited ammunition on an empty car.

As the Maybach overtook the Ferrari, Caesar and Nono's faces turned pale. They both heard the longing and resentment expressed in the dragon script... It was indeed a ghost car, but the one they encountered at first was driven by Chu Tianjiao, and now it was driven by 15-year-old Chu Zihang. Chu Zihang was the only survivor of the Nibelungen. Being overtaken by his Maybach meant being caught up by the Deadpool, just like Chu Tianjiao.

At that moment, two bright headlights pierced through the rain and shone on the rear of the Maybach.

Another Maybach!

The brand-new Maybach caught up with the two cars driving side by side, and under the blazing headlights, Caesar couldn't tell if there was anyone in the driver's seat.

"Are they trying to stop us?" Nono frowned. "Isn't that unnecessary... I don't want to die in a car accident at the scene of the dragon slaying."

Despite her words, her eyes were exceptionally sharp, constantly watching the ghost car's movements out of the corner of her eye, ready to be caught in a pincer movement at any moment. American police are best at using high-powered police cars equipped with front collision devices to stop criminals' vehicles, but certainly not at speeds exceeding 230 kilometers per hour like this. In such a situation, a collision would result in both vehicles breaking apart.

"Beep beep beep, dear Chairman, don't panic, the Kassel College elite team is here to rescue you."

Caesar was surprised to find Fingel's voice coming from under his butt. He pulled out the tablet with a twitching mouth. The tablet's UI disappeared, replaced by a miniature figure wiggling its butt and making a heart shape with its hands. It was Fingel, that sneaky guy.

"Fingal?"

"Aren't you happy? Aren't you surprised? Your soul brother Fingel von Frings is loyally serving you!" Fingel on the screen dances some kind of cheerleading dance and says excitedly, "Even if my body betrays you a thousand times, my soul will still only love you! I'm cheering for you, Mr. Chairman."

"Odin is too strange." Nono also noticed the oddity here, which made Caesar rule out the possibility that he was hallucinating.

“Fingal, if it really is you, contact headquarters now and tell them that Highway 10 is the Nibelungen entrance, and evacuate vehicles that are going onto the elevated highway!” Caesar said to Fingal on the tablet.

“There’s no signal here, and the elevated highway is closed.” Fingel’s voice was replaced by Lu Mingfei’s. “The system that’s contacting you is the vehicle’s subsystem equipped with the Norma Logic Library, but there’s a problem with the personality settings…”

“Junior brother, how could you describe me as a design flaw or a bug? This is a huge insult to us electronic life forms! I protest!” The Finger dwarf jumped around holding up a banner.

Caesar sighed. He particularly disliked nagging women and had once criticized Norma's character in the Night's Watch forums, saying she was like a "pampered middle-aged white woman." But if Norma were actually standing in front of him right now, he would give this middle-aged white woman a big hug and express his support for her work.

It's unimaginable how terrible it would be if Norma's main personality switched to Finger. I reckon the vice-principal's application to hold a women's nude swimming competition would replace sailing as the college's new annual sport.

"Pull over and slow down, so you don't get caught in the crossfire," Lu Mingfei said calmly.

Nono's expression hardened; she hadn't been this serious even when Deadpool was whispering around her. She maneuvered the Ferrari to switch to the emergency lane, making room for the two Maybachs in front and behind.

The distance was now sufficient for the two men to clearly see the changes occurring on the Maybach behind them. The hood opened to the sides, and two Gatling multi-barrel rotary machine guns rose with the help of a mechanical structure. The two heavy machine guns, mounted together, shared a single aiming system. A laser beam was projected onto the Ghost Car's position, and after a brief calibration, the machine guns roared into fire.

The deafening gunfire and the whistling sound that tore through the air drowned out the noise. A large number of bullets spun out at an astonishing speed, forming an impenetrable barrage of countless trajectories that swept towards the dilapidated Maybach.

The car windows shattered instantly, and the metal body twisted and deformed under the continuous bullet hits, sparks flying everywhere, like fragile paper struggling helplessly in the face of a storm. The steel roof was easily torn apart, revealing the mottled seats inside, and in some places, the rusted chassis was visible.

As the Gatling gun emptied its barrel, it glowed red-hot and emitted plumes of smoke as the rain washed over it. Meanwhile, the Maybach, riddled with holes, collapsed amidst a roar and flames, turning into scrap metal and wreckage. Its trail of fire and smoke tumbled across the asphalt, and the air was thick with the smell of gunpowder and burnt metal.

The Ferrari and Maybach slowed down simultaneously and stopped not far from the ruins.

They weren't stopping to rest or reunite; rather, the elevated road ahead took a dramatic turn. Here, the road suddenly rose steeply, like a black dragon about to take flight. Rainwater rushed down the steep slope like a raging waterfall. Probably no vehicle in the world could climb such a steep incline; it seemed as if one could drive all the way to the sky.

The ghostly Maybach seemed to be some kind of switch, and only then did the whole of Nibelungen truly come alive.

“That rainy night, they met Odin right here,” Nono said in a communication mediated by “Fingal.” “Look to both sides.”

Besides Lu Mingfei, Caesar and Chu Zihang also approached the edge of the elevated road at the same time.

Looking down, it seemed like an abyss with no bottom in sight, with reinforced concrete pillars like rows of giant ribs supporting this road that seemed to float in the sky.

Even Chu Zihang was shocked. At 15, he hadn't had the energy to observe his surroundings; all his attention was drawn to the mythical figures, monsters, and the suddenly imposing man. It wasn't a maze after all, but a true dead end—endless night, endless rain, and an insurmountable slope…

Of all the people present, only Lu Mingfei remained calm. What he saw was far more than that. The elemental cycle of Nibelungen had been altered. In the far distances in all directions, tangible world entities were transforming into intangible elemental storms—a terrifying catastrophe far beyond human comprehension.

Chapter 169

A cawing sound came from the air. The four looked up and saw a black raven flying overhead.

Ravens are common in reality, but their appearance in Nibelungen is quite incredible. Nibelungen means the land of the dead, a space where almost no living creatures can be seen.

Snap, snap, snap, the streetlights came on, one after another, section after section, illuminating the road that seemed to float in endless void.

It was a sacred path leading to the heavens, and at its highest point stood a dark figure on horseback, holding a curved spear. The figure slowly swung the spear, drawing circles around himself, the trail of the spear burning fiercely. He stood in the fiery glow of the circle, his head slightly bowed, radiating both loneliness and overwhelming majesty.

Countless dark figures rose from the rain. These undead, composed of decaying flesh, metal armor, and black cloaks, were familiar to three of the four people present. Only Nono glanced at them with slight surprise, while also realizing that her companions seemed completely indifferent to the enemies around them, as if these things, which might be called heroic spirits in mythology, were not worth wasting her expression and attention on.

Even today, Caesar is a character whose background is based on events of the Dragon King level.

But this time it was different from six years ago, and different from the Beijing subway. Something else was being born in the rain: heavily armored knights, three meters tall, appeared intermittently with Deadpool. Last time they were the main force blocking the swarm of Kamaitachi. This time when they reappeared, their armor and weapons had changed a lot, and they had a heavier metallic texture than before.

The battle began the moment Odin appeared. The first knight raised his greatsword high, and red lightning descended from the sky, swirling around the blade. As it fell, it drew a blazing red light, and the nearest Deadpool was cleaved in two. The crisp sound of bones and flesh breaking echoed, followed by the sound of air exploding and lightning bursting forth.

“These knights are friendly units,” Caesar explained to Nono.

Chu Zihang, wielding Murasame, charged toward the nearest Dead Servant. His Lord Flame erupted not along the spherical field, but with a powerful cyclone, the wind carrying the flames toward the enemies on both sides, while simultaneously avoiding a knight wielding a halberd who was within the coverage area.

Nono fired the Glock 17, frowned, and shouted at Caesar, "Is this the Monarch's Flame? How come it's different from what I learned in my advanced Words of Power class?"

Caesar and she stood back to back, hesitating for a moment, "Our school's textbooks are a bit outdated..."

Nono was about to complain that only Kassel College studies dragons, and if the textbooks are outdated, it's almost as if it reflects the outdated understanding of dragons among humans. What makes Chu Zihang so capable of updating the descriptions of dragon power in the textbooks?

Immediately afterwards, Caesar's hunting knife burst into flames, unleashing a torrent of fire that exploded violently.

Nono: ...

Well, my teammates really are all incredibly skilled.

The last person to express such sentiments was Caesar, in a villa in Beijing.

At the same time, Lu Mingfei and Odin also moved. Both of them were in the crowd of the two sides fighting, but they entered the dueling arena the moment they made their move.

Everything seemed to move incredibly slowly in Lu Mingfei's eyes. Rain floated among the Deadpool and the knights, and each inverted little world reflected a forest of dark statues. Compared to his and Odin's speed, everyone else, even dynamic natural things like wind and rain, moved as slowly as statues. Everything seemed to have been cast in asphalt, with changes only visible in the measure of years and months.

Black flames spread across Lu Mingfei's body, and a suit of armor gradually melted and took shape in the flames. He held the hilt of a sword in his hand, and the blade extended as if it were melting, as if he had drawn these two curved swords from the void. The swords were shrouded in a dazzling light.

Odin met his gaze and silently drew the iron sword from his back. For some reason, Lu Mingfei vaguely felt that this Odin was different from the one he had met in Italy.

The dead eight-legged steed Sleibnir was resurrected, still as majestic as ever, its breath spewing lightning bolts. Odin led the horse down the river, creating a torrent of water, as if galloping through a raging torrent.

Lu Mingfei did not rush against the raging tide. He raised his twin swords high and lifted his right foot in a strange dance-like motion, but instead of singing, he let out a furious roar. Then he bent down and slammed his fists, gripping the swords, into the ground. A visible shockwave spread across the earth, cracking countless fissures in the elevated road surface. Pieces of asphalt and concrete spun and tumbled, like twisted snake bones, and the water was scattered, shooting straight into the sky.

Sleibnir, with all eight legs severed, channeled the force from the ground along its bones throughout its body with a crackling sound. Odin leaped from his broken-legged steed, raising his iron sword high, while the eight-legged horse collapsed to the ground, its ruptured wounds spewing forth scalding dragon blood.

A transparent curtain of air opened in the rain, drawing all the surrounding rainwater together. Before Odin's blade could arrive, a waterfall was already rushing towards Lu Mingfei. Without even looking, Lu Mingfei slashed horizontally and then vertically, the effects of the cross-shaped blade light being completely different. First, the scorching blade light evaporated the wall of water, then a golden arc of sword light tore through the air, covering the leaping Odin.

However, Odin neither dodged nor truly attacked. Instead, he drew Gungnir from mid-air and slowly aimed it at Lu Mingfei. His movements were slow and stiff, with flashes of lightning occasionally striking the armor from the spearhead, creating dazzling bursts of fire. He had spent a long time preparing before using this mythical spear last time, and now, throwing it on short notice seemed fraught with difficulty. In mythology, Gungnir was forged from a branch of the World Tree, meaning it was a weapon close to the very essence of the world, its trajectory drawn by the goddess of fate, and any enemy locked onto by it was destined for inescapable doom.

In the end, Odin successfully threw the Spear of Destiny, but at the cost of being pierced by two sword beams from Lu Mingfei. The last time someone could withstand two swords was Fenrir, who possessed a complete dragon body, and ended up being burned to ashes.

A faint white-purple electric light connected Lu Mingfei's chest to the eye on the tip of the Gungnir spear. The lightning-studded spear of fate flew slowly, piercing through the air, rain curtain, water wall, and blade light... completely unaffected.

Only then did the others see the battlefield clearly. For them, only a second had passed. The intensely compressed flames, shockwaves, and roars swept over everything first, and then they saw Odin falling from the flames and Lu Mingfei locked on by a spear.

The Deadpools looked up at Gungnir and cheered as if they were witnessing a miracle, while the Rhodel Knights rushed towards Lu Mingfei. As alchemical creations, they clearly felt the terror of the spear, and protecting Lu Mingfei was the only thing they had to do at this moment.

Nono and the others watched helplessly as the Spear of Destiny approached Lu Mingfei. They could do nothing; their hearts pounded wildly. Just staring at the mythical artifact felt like being swallowed by a wave of death. Their dragon blood instincts made them want to turn and run, but in the end, they could only stand there dumbfounded, witnessing the miracle. Perhaps on the day it truly locked onto them, all they could do was shoot themselves to save face.

But what merit do they possess to deserve Odin's use of the divine artifact? Only Lu Mingfei deserves this level of respect...

At this moment, Lu Mingfei made a gesture that puzzled everyone. He loosely clenched his left hand, as if holding something, and gently waved it.

It was the motion of swinging a shield, ripples spreading through the air, and a spherical domain unfolded around him, its boundaries marked by pale blue water. The water ripples looked incredibly soft and beautiful, like a curtain woven from the softest silk in the world.

However, Gungnir stopped before this gentle curtain, desperately trying to burrow inside, but the concept-level attack was blocked by the concept-level defense.

Refuse!

The stubborn Gungnir began to bend from the front until its material could no longer withstand the immense force it brought forward. Like a real piece of wood, it burst open along the vertical grain. Once the crack appeared, the destruction was irreversible, like an avalanche.

Gungnir shattered under its own power, and fragments scattered along the edge of the curtain.

Chapter 170 Dragon Body

Tops' force field.

Tops, known as Waste Rock, possesses magic he discovered through a life-risking exploration. This magic can create a magical field that can dispel both magic and prayer.

The magician who compiled the scroll recordings of this magic wrote in his commentary:

"Future generations will surely understand that the theory that was ridiculed was actually a discovery that was sufficient to establish a new classroom."

Of all the magic, prayers, or battle ash that Lu Mingfei has used so far, Tops' force field is the most unique. Although its effect is similar to the Word Spirit Dustless Land, it does not borrow the power of Word Spirit or alchemy.

The advancement of the Dustless Land is the high-risk wind-type Word of Power, the Glazed Brahma City. Topus's force field is more like an advancement upon the advancement of the Glazed Brahma City, almost comparable to the Primordial Authority. However, while the Dragon Kings wield natural disasters with their innate power, Topus's force field is like using the power of the world's essence to achieve exquisite miracles.

Topus truly deserves to be called a genius among men. Even across a world, his achievements remain brilliant and outstanding. If the power of Words of Power were not limited by bloodline but could be acquired through learning, Topus's name would surely be etched at a turning point in the history of dragons and humans...

The story of Lu Mingfei and Topps begins in Lake Lienia. Their first encounter is at the Church of Elis in Lake Lienia. At that time, Lu Mingfei had just defeated the Golden King "Leg-Splitter" Grek, not only obtaining his first Great Rune at the Tower of Divine Gift in Nymgford but also receiving an audience with Two-Fingers. He had emerged from the trough of his wanderings in Nymgford, full of vigor and pride. In contrast, Topps, known as "Waste Stone" for lacking magical talent, was at the most miserable stage of his life. He wanted to enter the Realucaria Magic Academy, which had been closed due to the Shattered War, but could only wander outside, so destitute that he offered Lu Mingfei 10 Runes to teach him magic.

Later, Lu Mingfei found the second Radiant Stone Key inside the Magic Academy and gave it to Tops, allowing him to enter the Magic Academy to study.

However, when Lu Mingfei returned to the magic academy much later, he only found Tops' body outside the classroom in the school building. On the desk placed in the corner where weeds grew, was the culmination of his life's work—the powerful magic "Tops' Force Field," which could bend the will of gods.

Lu Mingfei used this magic to bend the destined death of "Black Sword" Maricus, and also to distort the Elden Meteor of the Beast Elden.

But the part of the magic that left the deepest impression on him was that ordinary afternoon, by the wall by the classroom door, watching Tops fall into eternal sleep with a satisfied expression, just like watching himself who had never embarked on the path to becoming a king.

Lu Mingfei bestowed upon him the title of "Royal Teacher Tops".

……

No one expected that the mighty Gungnir—the Spear of Destiny—would shatter so easily. White and purple lightning flickered on the large and small fragments, gradually fading away. The Death Servants, their faces devoid of life, surprisingly displayed fear, awe, and rage. They raised their weapons and howled silently, restless with the interruption of their blood-and-flesh feast.

The next moment, the Knights of Rodel returned to the battlefield against Deadpool, and lightning flashed everywhere.

Nono watched as a knight beside her drew a bow twice her height, and the arrow shot out with the force of a cannonball. In the whistling wind, the Deadpool was impaled in the trajectory of the arrow and fell into the abyss below the ledge.

The battle resumed, but Nono and the others no longer felt the initial oppression and unease. The enemy's commander, Odin, was dead, and the outcome of the battle was already predetermined.

Despite facing Odin's corpse, Lu Mingfei remained vigilant. Odin's body was mangled, his charred flesh and molten metal armor congealed together, the only intact part being the mask on his face. But his hair had inexplicably turned snow-white, and fine white threads began to sprout from every end of his body, extending outwards like a waterfall and plunging into the ground.

The white threads gradually thickened until they covered Odin's corpse and formed a giant, snow-white cocoon. A vibrant evolution was taking place within the cocoon, and a heartbeat like war drums could be heard from within.

This was a phenomenon that Lu Mingfei had never seen in the Dragon Kings he had encountered before; Odin was evolving into a pure-blooded dragon body.

The white threads crawled along the ground, first touching the dead eight-legged pegasus "Sleibnir." As a giant beast of the dragon subspecies, Sleibnir had a high concentration of dragon blood flowing through its veins. The white threads followed the scent of blood and clung to the horse's body, causing a corrosive effect wherever they touched. The flesh dried up at a visible speed, and even the horse's blood that had seeped into the ground was absorbed.

Lu Mingfei, of course, wouldn't give him the chance. He conjured a fireball as concentrated as the sun at his fingertips, and with a crisp snap of his fingers, the flames erupted.

The people on the battlefield below suddenly stopped moving, because a sun rose where Lu Mingfei and Odin were, its rays intense and the terrifying heat caused the rain in the area to disappear.

After the flames subsided, a cloud of smoke and white steam rose into the sky. Suddenly, a figure emerged from it. Lu Mingfei, clad in demon armor and wielding twin swords, swept towards the heavens with a gust of wind.