Dragon Raja: Lu Mingfei Returns from the Elden Ring

Following closely behind was a colossal dragon shadow. The dragon was enormous and serpentine, covered with jagged, shimmering scales. Its wings were broad but asymmetrical, with one wing membrane torn open to reveal an intricate skeletal structure, while the other side had additional jet-black feathers, like dark clouds in a storm.

The dragon had no eyes, only a single, deep-set eye on its forehead that burned with fire.

At the same time, the faint sound of a wooden clapper could be heard amidst the wind from all directions.

Above the clouds, Lu Mingfei's figure flickered as he lost his balance from supersonic flight. Various phantoms flashed before his eyes once more, one moment a sunlit cottage, the next a snow-covered wasteland. By the time he managed to concentrate despite the splitting headache, Odin, in the form of a dragon, had already caught up.

Lu Mingfei was prepared for the sound of the clapper. He took out a potent painkiller from the equipment department, gripped the thick syringe, and plunged it into his neck. The drug took effect after a dozen seconds. He could feel his heart beating slower and slower, and his head felt light as if he was about to fall asleep.

The intense pain and hallucinations seem to be outside the physiological realm and completely unaffected.

Odin, in his dragon form, opened his mouth, revealing two distinct rings of teeth arranged like jagged serrations, with faint dragon flames brewing deep within his throat.

Lu Mingfei's eyes widened in fury. With just a glance, he canceled one of Odin's fire spells. His eyes were bloodshot. Holding his twin swords, he dispelled the gale and used gravity to fall towards Odin with the force of thunder. As the blades clashed, the dragon's body bloomed with a series of brilliant blood flowers.

Chapter 171

Lu Mingfei and Odin passed each other. Odin's massive body stopped abruptly in mid-air in a counterintuitive way. But the moment he turned around, a huge black shadow shattered the clouds and soared up from below. A huge dragon head bit Odin's neck. It was an ancient dragon completely different from the deformed Odin. It had four legs and four wings, a huge body, and its scales had a rock-like texture. Red lightning was wrapped around its forelegs, horns, and back.

As Lu Mingfei fell, he witnessed this spectacular scene. Everything slowed down in his eyes, eventually freezing in this epic moment.

Golden flames ignited on the twin blades, but it was not Melina who awoke.

“Spiritual reconstruction, this is the alchemical field that He is most proficient in…” Dressed in the travel attire of a magic swordsman, Lu Mingze walked along the clouds, bent down to observe Lu Mingfei, and explained to him the changes that had occurred on Odin, “Compared to this ugly dragon body, the mask on his face was the real masterpiece, but unfortunately it is now completely destroyed.”

Lu Mingfei got up. In Lu Mingze's domain, the laws of physics had completely changed. The clouds had turned into a soft, fluffy ground, like a scene from a cartoon. "What's in my mind? Why am I reacting so strongly to the sound of the clapper?"

"The pontine transection surgery, originally intended to treat epilepsy, can cause mixed-race individuals to develop dual personalities. The surgery severs the pons between the two hemispheres of the brain, causing the person to think independently using both hemispheres. In other words, each hemisphere harbors a separate personality. The signal for switching personalities is a special clapper sound, a technique from the Native Americans of Central America," Lu Mingze explained patiently. "In Italy, it was Ms. Melina who defended you against Odin's attack; in the Beijing subway incident, it was I who helped you kill that dragon servant."

“I had a check-up, and there were no physiological abnormalities in my brain,” Lu Mingfei said, frowning.

"No, no, no, the key is not the surgery, but the result of the surgery..." Lu Mingze said in a low voice, "But don't worry, with Ms. Melina here, the sound of the clapper is nothing to worry about. This time, it was because I borrowed the power of the generous Ms. Melina that you were slightly affected."

"In short, you should have realized that this is a trap. 'Odin' is just a puppet. His master has abandoned all his hidden cards, including Nibelungen, the Timeline Beacon, and two near-world-class artifacts, with the aim of trying to strangle you. As for 'Odin's' dragon body, it is related to the essence of the dragon race. The principle of spiritual reconstruction is to tamper with the essence of life, such as giving hybrids power and bodies far exceeding those of pure-blooded dragons. Therefore, it is also the most difficult of the seven kingdoms in the field of alchemy." Lu Mingze paused here, his gaze coldly sweeping over Odin, who was almost struggling to break free of time stop. "The 'Deadpool' Lance Sanx that I summoned can only buy us a little time. Alchemical creations also have their limitations."

"What time?" Lu Mingfei asked.

“I’ve helped you so many times for free, and this time I’m here to ask you for help.” Lu Mingze sighed. “There’s a really scary guy who’s about to catch me, but if you make a big scene, he’ll lose his ‘lock’ on me.”

"Make a scene?"

Lu Mingze said no more, only smiled.

The world is merging.

"Are you crazy?" Lu Mingfei stared directly at Lu Mingze and questioned him in a low voice.

"Only in this way can you enjoy yourself to the fullest, brother."

Lu Mingfei was the master of all kinds of powers in that world. The moment those auras enveloped him, the aura of the Golden Law was revealed, and a golden arc, like the horizon at dawn, appeared above his head.

He looked down at the twin swords, their black blades being replaced by dazzling golden glass.

……

The three on the overpass were surrounded by Deadpool. Just after the explosion, Lu Mingfei and the deformed dragon disappeared above the clouds. Suddenly, all the heavily armored knights collapsed into black rain. Just when the group thought the knights had been defeated and died, countless water columns converged and condensed into a huge four-winged ancient dragon.

The ancient dragon flapped its wings and took flight, chasing after Lu Mingfei and the deformed dragon.

Before the group could even comprehend this fantastical turn of events, the Death Servants, now free from the knight army's restraint, swarmed in. Only under the alternating cover of Caesar and Chu Zihang's two Sovereign Flame Domains was the group able to hold their line.

But soon something even more terrifying happened. On both sides of the elevated road, on the wasteland that stretched endlessly to the horizon, white waves were sweeping in from the horizon, like a sandstorm or a charging white cavalry regiment. But it was neither a cavalry regiment nor a wave. Where it passed, even the clouds and lightning were swallowed up.

It wasn't white; it was the deepest black in the world. Wherever those things went, there was no light left in the world!

At that moment, blinding red lightning flashed across the sky, and a colossal figure plummeted from the clouds, crashing to the ground—it was the four-winged ancient dragon. The earth began to tremble, and even cracks appeared in the ground, dividing elevated roads and wastelands into uniform small areas. In the elemental world, countless black tides appeared on the earth.

Earthquakes and subsidence drastically altered the landscape, the supports of viaducts collapsed one after another, and Ferraris and Maybachs slid down the sloping ground into the abyss, bursting into tiny sparks amidst the waves of the earth.

Deadpools continued to be born in the rain; some fell from mid-air, some crashed to the ground and shattered into pieces, and a few, like Nono and her two companions, occupied stable little platforms.

Then, the clouds completely dispersed, and the hazy light of dusk illuminated the endless wasteland. Odin and Luminfi descended from the sky, facing each other from afar. The waves of the earth were suppressed around them, making the man and the dragon appear as if they were standing on a lonely island in a raging storm.

Lu Mingfei's state looked even more fantastical than the deformed Odin. The helmet of the War Demon Armor covering his entire body was gone, and the metal parts of the armor emitted a dazzling golden luster like crystal, as if he were bathed in divine light, like a god descending to earth.

He waved his hand, and crimson thorns sprouted from beneath the feet of each Dead Servant, locking them in a spiraling, contracting cage that restricted their movements.

Deep within Deadpool's mind, long since devoid of reason, in the darkness where nothing existed but the manipulation of dragon might over countless years, faint sounds of prayer and chanting arose, sung in dragon script, Chinese, Latin, ancient Hebrew, English, German, and countless other languages.

"Pray to the Blood Star."

It was like an illusion created by the echoing noise, or a gentle persuasion, or a frantic hand caressing their hearts—that madness, that allure, that warmth, was irresistible.

The dragon king, who manipulates everything deep within Odin's consciousness, is horrified to discover that the monsters created by his bloodline have lost contact with him.

"who are you?"

He was greeted only by the second dawn in the sky.

Combat Technique: Heroic Swing.

Chapter 172 Gods

The earth was divided into countless rock pillars. The surging, turbulent power deep underground caused the rock pillars to float up and down. They collided with each other, producing a thunderous roar. The gushing dust pillars resembled the crests of ocean waves, magnificent enough to touch the sky, yet they were only a tiny one among countless "waves". The hazy light of the sky, like dawn, dusk, or the aurora of the polar night, tinted the dust pillars with incomparably gorgeous rims and colors.

This is a supernatural phenomenon never recorded in human history, and it may only be seen on the day of the end of the world. It is as if the entire visible spectrum that the human eye can observe unfolds before their eyes, with the purest destruction and the most beautiful picture existing at the same time. Even the most insensitive person can feel the sacredness and grandeur of religious legends and mythological epics.

"God."

Odin was no longer mad or insane; now, his single eye shone with light, full of admiration and appreciation.

Besides Nono and her two companions finding a safe place amidst the waves of rocks, the rock formations beneath Lu Mingfei and Odin's feet also remained unmoved by the black waves. In fact, there were pillars carved with intricate patterns rising from the ground, followed by layers upon layers of walls... no, those weren't walls, but rather rows of circular stands.

Odin curiously surveyed the circular arena, its walls constructed of rough, massive stone bricks, with numerous stone-cast swords, spears, and halberds along its sides—an ancient gladiatorial arena. As flames ignited on the stone pillars, the entire arena took shape.

Nibelungen is surrounded by all-consuming white elemental storms, with a dark sea of ​​rocks in the middle. The arena sits in the center of the sea, held aloft by steep rock peaks.

"Is this your true form?" Odin looked at Lu Mingfei, who was bathed in divine light, with great interest.

However, He quickly realized something, and a smile curved his lips. "No, you have always been you..."

Whether he's a high school loser, a rising S-class star, a new god who usurped the Fire King's power, or now the chess player who holds the power of both kings, Lu Mingfei has always been Lu Mingfei, without any true identity or disguise.

To this day, Odin has become the fourth being in the world to see through Lu Mingfei's true nature.

He's the kind of guy who, even after becoming a monster and losing his body and human identity, would still use his monster tentacles or claws to tear through all obstacles, crawl up to you, mimic your vocal cords with bizarre biological tissue, and calmly tell you, "All of this is decided by my will."

Odin's expression was a mix of cursing and bitter smile.

"What a disgusting monster."

Lu Mingfei didn't care about Odin's evaluation. What he cared more about now was the gaze coming from afar, from the unseen realm. The gods among the stars, with the brief connection of the world, had already cast their gazes upon him, and Odin should be able to feel it too... that feeling of being pricked by thorns.

“True gods, this is the root of madness, the root of betrayal, the despair of being unable to descend.” Odin actually laughed. He was a dragon, his hind limbs curled up, his forelimbs upright, his half-decayed, half-glorious wings folded at his sides like some kind of asymmetrical dress. Under the true Odin’s control, this deformed dragon body possessed a strange nobility and solemnity. He praised in a fervent aria, “My sublime and great father, who, at the cost of the glory of the Tree of Life, resolutely abandoned his people and offspring, all for the sake of climbing to the supreme realm… The scene after Ragnarok, how beautiful and magnificent it is.”

Lu Mingfei watched His surprise, admiration, fear, and greed silently, without uttering a word.

"Damn it, aren't you going to say something? In this arena of the gods, the greedy eyes of the entire universe are focused on the two of us!" Odin slowly spread his wings, his eyes flashing.

"Let's finish this quickly," Lu Mingfei said calmly.

“Yes, countless gods watched helplessly as we insignificant beings divided up the world without being able to descend. I understand my father’s anxiety now…” Odin stared intently into Lu Mingfei’s eyes. “It’s time to end this soon.”

Dense lightning pierced the heavens and the earth, becoming the third striking natural disaster after the white wave of destruction and the pitch-black Shiva dance. Dark thunderclouds swirled and coalesced, from which tornadoes, like the tentacles of demons, reached down.

Word of Power o Indra's Wrath, serial number 116, full name "Ancient Authority o Indra's Wrath".

Only those words of power considered to be exclusive to the Dragon King can be given the name "Primordial Authority". Hybrids cannot inherit or awaken such super words of power on their own. On par with it are the Candle Dragon of the King of Bronze and Fire, the Shiva Dance of the King of Earth and Mountains, and the Return to the Void of the King of Ocean and Water.

His title was now self-evident: only the King of the Sky and the Wind could so freely control thunder and air currents.

The electric blades, hundreds of meters long, were densely packed like a net, almost filling every corner of the arena. The intense release of light and heat and the electromagnetic radiation made it impossible for Nono and the others in the distance to observe the battlefield with their naked eyes. Fortunately, they were far away. If they were any closer and looked directly at those lights, even with the physical strength of the hybrids, they would suffer from symptoms such as cataracts, radiation retinal disease, and skin burns.

It is completely unimaginable how Lu Mingfei, who is at the center of the attack, could defend himself.

Lu Mingfei's answer was no defense.

He stood quietly in place. The thunder and hurricane were blocked by an invisible domain a certain distance away from him. The power from the Primordial Authority could not even break through by a fraction. The rocks outside the domain melted, and hundreds of atmospheres of pressure pressed the molten lava into a mirror-like smooth surface. Golden light flowed within the domain, and countless golden stars rose and fell with Lu Mingfei's breath, peaceful and beautiful.

Odin was wrong. He thought Lu Mingfei was standing here as the Dragon King vying for the highest divine position. In reality, Lu Mingfei was standing here as the King of the Golden Law, to end this brief celebration and royal war.

He was prepared to face the counterattack of Shiva's dance of karma and the dragon of light, but Lu Mingfei simply raised the golden hammer in his hand.

Golden light emerged from the earth and air; it was tangible light, like wisps of the lightest gauze. At that moment, the air seemed to freeze, and countless stars and rays of light converged on Lu Mingfei's weapon.

A magnificent arc appeared above his head, radiating a golden, glass-like glow, resembling the dawn on the horizon. The earth's curve temporarily obscured the sunlight, but a bright crown still emanated from the surrounding shadow. Under the dawn, Lu Mingfei raised his great hammer high, his entire body bathed in a divine halo.

Only the word "god" can describe it.

The hammer swung down with a mighty force, accompanied by a whistling wind and dazzling holy light. Large golden light patterns emerged on the ground, spreading like a tide. Wherever these patterns passed, the ground cracked open, and surging golden aurora burst forth.

Chapter 173 Divine Punishment

Odin's domain and Words of Power vanished silently in the golden waves. Even when he himself came into contact with the golden light, he was inevitably burned. Golden flames ignited on his intact scales and wings, turning to ashes and scattering in the oncoming gale.

Looking down from above, the spot where Lu Mingfei dropped the hammer formed a pattern of four overlapping rings, with five lines of golden runes radiating outwards, like a giant golden hand slamming onto the ground.

“Great…” Odin’s single eye was scorched, and blood and tears flowed from it. He struggled to raise his dragon head, but a trace of human calm appeared on his face as he admired Lu Mingfei’s figure walking towards him on golden aurora. That was what He was about to take from His father—the Black Emperor. Ragnarok was the beginning of a new god: to rise from planetary life to gods in the universe.

The elemental storm in the distance was approaching, and unparalleled destruction was advancing at a visible speed, devouring the sea of ​​earth created by Lu Mingfei using the Word of Power 117, Shiva's Dance of Karma.

It's time to end this quickly. Lu Mingfei raised his hand, and countless holy rays of light gathered from the sky and the ground, swirling around Odin's broken body. The light gathered more and more, and the rapidly spinning tail formed a spherical ball of light that enveloped Odin.

Odin rose into the air with the ball of light, the light gradually dimmed, revealing its true form.

The enormous dragon's body was nailed to a small golden arc, its wings and arms forced out to form a huge cross. This scene was extremely religious and sacred, like a victim receiving divine punishment.

Divine punishment has begun.

The surrounding void began to surge, as an invisible force gathered, and countless golden spears appeared out of thin air. They were incredibly sharp, each radiating a terrifying, divine light. These spears roared in from all directions and pierced Odin's dragon body.

Odin remained silent throughout, as golden spears continuously emerged from the void, one after another, piercing His body with countless holes.

The entire process was both sacred and bloody, and the perpetrator simply stood still, raised his hand, and the roles of the enormous dragon and the tiny human were reversed.

While Nono was watching with the mindset of enjoying a spectacular fireworks display, Caesar and Chu Zihang each had their own thoughts.

Disappointment was in Chu Zihang's eyes. Under the engulfment of the white storm, only a small area of ​​Nibelungen remained. Apart from the arena and the stone pillars under the three of them, there was no intact place left. Even the Death Servants were almost all dead or wounded. That man—his father—was probably doomed.

“Power and strength…” Caesar murmured to himself in a voice only he could hear.

As Lu Mingfei watched Odin's entire body being filled with countless holy-attribute spikes, he clenched his fist tightly.