Dragon Raja: Lu Mingfei Returns from the Elden Ring

The young man glanced through the resumes and frowned: "They're all helping kids. Is the principal joking?"

“They are indeed inexperienced young men, but their lineage is excellent,” the old man said. “In this matter, we can trust Angers’ ability as an educator. He never easily values ​​anyone, and he has never misjudged anyone. I will arrange a meeting with the heads of the eight families. I want you to receive these young men, gain their trust, and keep them in Japan obediently. The ‘Demon Clan’ must not be allowed to come into contact with them. From the moment they set foot on Japanese soil, they must be under complete surveillance and protection!”

“I understand. The best way to prevent the Ghost Clan from contacting them is to lock them up in the family dungeon, right?” The young man raised an eyebrow.

"Stop mistreating the people at headquarters like you used to. I mean, find a way to please them, show them our hospitality." The old man smiled wryly.

Do we have this side to us?

“Alright, don’t underestimate the young people sent from headquarters. They are the strongest group in the main academy right now, and you are the strongest man in the Japanese branch. In a sense, you are rivals,” the old man said softly.

The young man was silent for a moment, then changed the subject: "The sample of that gene-purifying drug has been given to the Ganryu Research Institute for analysis. Although the side effects are obvious, it can indeed activate dragon blood. Throughout history, many people have pursued the evolutionary path of purifying dragon bloodlines, but there have been very few successful cases. Now, someone can actually use gene technology to force evolution. If this continues, sooner or later a true bloodline purification drug will appear. How many hybrids will be able to resist its temptation then?"

"Isn't this exactly what the demons crave? They've long been tired of their human identities and yearn to evolve into dragons day and night."

"We can't find out who bought the Molotov cocktail recipe, but the Ghosts are highly suspected."

"We cannot let them continue like this. The forbidden door must not be opened; what lies behind it is not heaven but hell! Those who pursue the power of the dragon will surely be devoured by the dragon!" The old man's voice was like thunder.

"understand!"

……

After the young man left, the old man sat alone on the steps, the liquor cooling down quickly on such a rainy day.

The sky was darkening terribly, the wind howled like ghosts as it swept through the pine forest, and the whole world was submerged in the sound of the rain. At this moment, the vast world seemed to place the sword-wielding house right in the center, and the ancient bell of the Buddhist temple in the mountains rang out.

About half an hour later, the old man dressed as a servant came out from the back room and sat down next to the old man. In a Japanese family with a strong sense of class, this was extremely rude. In ancient times, it might have been a capital offense. However, the old man ignored the servant's behavior and stared blankly at the torrential rain in the mountains, as if he had lost his soul in the howling wind.

"Lu Mingfei... a performance surpassing S-level." The servant opened a hidden panel under the table, took out another folder, and flipped through it with interest. "The guy who killed the Dragon King?"

"According to reports from headquarters, Lu Mingfei's file within the Execution Department is completely blank, but his combat performance far exceeds that of a normal S-class hybrid. Based on the assessment, his bloodline is very likely to have broken through the critical blood limit." The old man tilted his head slightly to one side and spoke in a flat tone, seemingly in a hypnotic state. "It is said that the secret society families in Europe are conducting such experiments. The name of the project is unknown, and they suspect that Lu Mingfei is an experimental subject."

"Hmph." The servant scoffed at the so-called plan to break through the critical blood limit. "It's nothing but trashy dragon blood products. How can it compare to my grand plan?"

The biggest secret of Japanese hybrids is that they are descendants of the White King. Unlike European hybrids who steal the blood of the dragon race, they are born with a bloodline personally bestowed by the White King, and from the beginning, they will not be troubled by things like "critical blood limits".

"Judging from this record, Genji seems to be no match for him. Perhaps we should let that theatrical madman's Word of Power deal with him... I should feel honored to have used one of my trump cards against the White King."

Chapter 178 Lani

A vast starry sky spreads overhead, the distant scenery gradually blurring as if hidden in mist. The entire illusion is based on a calm, mirror-like surface of water, where starlight and water reflect each other in shimmering light, forming a flowing painting, beautiful as a dreamlike mirror world.

All around stood towering golden trees, their trunks shimmering with a golden sheen, yet their canopies were devoid of lush foliage, as if they were hidden in the starry sky.

The colossal beast, wielding a spine-shaped giant sword called "Divine Body Transformation Sword," exuded indescribable power and majesty as it stared at the intruder.

“It seems this is the end of the story.” Lu Mingze looked up and met the gaze of the giant beast. “The Beast of Elden… truly a creation of the gods, but it is nothing more than a creation.”

The Beast of Elden possesses a dragon-like body, yet it resembles no dragon at all. Its entire body seems to be formed from pitch-black mist, filled with a dazzling substance like a golden galaxy, resembling the roots of a golden tree or a golden skeleton. It has a slender neck and limbs, but its tail is truly shaped like a wooden root, and five pairs of wings resembling fish fins or banana leaves grow from its back.

He waved his arm, and dark purple mist spread out in front of Lu Mingze.

Lu Mingze's eyes were hazy, and stars floated in the mist, shining and dazzling, like nebulae.

The first star exploded like a small supernova, first showing a uniformly expanding spherical flame and intense light, followed by colorful matter being scattered in all directions under ultra-high pressure, which also illuminated the dark purple nebula. The firelight of the explosion showed colors that gradually transitioned from the center to the radius, from intense to dim, from colorful to gray and monotonous.

Immediately afterwards, all the stars exploded at the same time, like a thousand suns enveloping Lu Mingze. The Beast of Elden raised its head and spewed out raging golden flames from its mouth. The holy golden aura surged so high that it threatened to fill the entire illusion. The magnificent starburst was immediately submerged by the sea of ​​fire that descended from the sky.

Two ancient, sharp blades tore through the stars and the sea of ​​fire, as Lu Mingze sliced ​​through the hell of flames and shockwaves. He raced across the water, wielding two massive swords, vastly different in size from his own, in reverse grip. He leaped high into the air and raised the blades, the greatswords piercing the body of the Elden Beast like the fangs of a viper. Lu Mingze calmly released his grip, then gripped them again and swung them. Dense, crisscrossing sword light pierced through the Elden Beast's skin, and chunks of misty flesh tore apart, golden blood gushing out like a fountain.

The Beast of Elden roared, spinning its massive body to shake off Lu Mingze and create distance.

Perhaps He was enraged, He wielded His divine body, which transformed into a sword. The intense, rich light of the Golden Law gathered on the blade, and with a horizontal slash, it was like a golden tsunami crashing down, threatening to engulf Lu Mingze, who was no bigger than an ant.

Instead of retreating, Lu Mingze advanced, crossing his two swords in defense. However, the difference in size determined the difference in strength. He was pushed back by the golden blades, crashing into the water and creating violent splashes. He continued to roll and bounce back, flying hundreds of meters away.

As Lu Mingze struggled to his feet with his sword, the Beast of Elden unfurled its wings. The golden veins within the giant beast's body emitted a brilliant light, and the wings on its back nearly doubled in length. The golden spears that Lu Mingfei had used condensed between the wings, then shot into the sky, converging into a golden torrent. After arcing through the air, they enveloped Lu Mingze's figure like a golden rain of arrows.

Lu Mingze plunged the greatsword into the water, drew a magic wand from his waist, and gracefully swung it.

Magic Topus's Force Field.

A pale blue, curtain-like domain unfolded, and a rain of golden arrows twisted along its edges, bypassing Lu Mingze and plunging into the water.

“Even if a hero who kills a god appears, the people around him will ostracize and persecute him out of fear and ignorance.” Lu Mingze said sarcastically, “So-called humans are such foolish creatures.”

He once again wielded the greatswords in both hands, a storm swirling around him as he charged forward, his blades flashing in a dense, impenetrable flurry.

The Beast of Elden wielded its "Divine Body Transformed into a Sword" and slashed down.

With the storm's blessing, Lu Mingze moved nimbly, dodging a powerful blow, and leaped onto the blade, running along the sword and the arm of the Elden Beast.

Before the Beast of Elden could stop him, Lu Mingze had already leaped onto its back, his twin swords piercing the roots of the enormous wings, hacking and slashing relentlessly. Behind him, a fountain of blood several meters high shot into the air, as if a large cluster of golden flowers had bloomed on the back of the giant beast.

This is Lu Mingze's method of executing dragons in human form. Because dragons are too large to control subtle movements with only a brain as a nerve center, they hide another brain, a dense network of nerve ganglia, in their spine.

Lu Mingze was unsure whether the beasts created by the gods had a spine, but during the last attack, he discovered that these wings were the organs through which the beast of Elden gathered its power.

The beast of Elden struggled in agony, leaping high into the air before diving into the water.

In the illusion, the water surface was like solid land, and the Beast of Elden showed its ability to lurk beneath such water, making its home-field advantage self-evident.

Lu Mingze tumbled in the air and landed on the water. In the distance, the Beast of Elden emerged from the water, spread its wings and took off. A huge magic ring appeared in the starry sky.

He did manage to harm the behemoth, but its vitality far exceeded his expectations, making it almost a level stronger than the complete Dragon King on the throne.

This is destined to be a long and arduous battle, a contest of not only strength and law, but also willpower and endurance.

Lu Mingze only has one chance, because in Lu Mingfei's memory of history, there was only one battle between the strongest faded one and the guardian of the magic ring.

"Brother is really fierce." Lu Mingze sighed slightly helplessly as he looked at the Elden Beast summoning a golden rainstorm in the distance.

……

Enveloped in endless mist, the fallen leaves of the golden tree covered this small platform. Marika once created the magic ring here, and Marika once destroyed the magic ring here. Now, only Marika's dying body stands here.

A dark blue summoning rune suddenly lit up, and a figure converged in the light and mist, wearing a gray cloak under a wide mage's hat.

She slowly walked to Marika's body, her voice cold and clear, "...It's all almost over, isn't it?"

Turning around, the doll's body was revealed beneath the cloak, its expressionless face showing only the liveliness in its eyes.

At the edge of the platform, a knight wearing tattered demon armor knelt on one knee. Time seemed to stand still as he ended the bloody battle, the bloodstains on his armor still vivid.

With a sigh, the puppet removed the knight's helmet, revealing Lu Mingfei's face as he slept with his eyes closed.

One by one, ropes carrying a chilling aura emerged from the mist and wrapped around the sleeping Lu Mingfei.

The next moment, Lu Mingfei suddenly opened his eyes.

"Outsider, now we can have a proper chat."

With his limbs bound and suspended in mid-air, "Lu Mingfei" remained calm and said with a smile, "You and I are both interested in the side of Lu Mingfei that we don't know about. I don't think this is necessary..."

"Ms. Lani."

Chapter 179 Inscription

The Three Gorges, the Bronze City.

Kassel College's Executive Department has an ongoing salvage program. Since the risks were determined to be minimal, the salvage missions have gradually shifted from experienced specialists to students. Of all the internship programs, the Three Gorges Dam salvage mission consistently receives the highest marks, making it a popular choice for students looking to earn credits and improve their grades during holidays.

Besides the people from the academy, many families of the Secret Party also sent private teams to explore the ruins of the Bronze City, which were buried deep beneath the rock strata.

The Bronze City was ravaged by the great war, and its overall structure was damaged. Most of the cavities were filled with water. Only the core area survived somewhat due to its huge and complex honeycomb-like architectural structure. However, thanks to the technology of the Academy and the hybrid families, they could only cut through the exposed rock layers to enter for the time being. The exploration was limited to the surface, and most of the gains were fragments of bronze artifacts.

Over the course of more than six months, the most valuable find was a fragment of a wall, about half the size of a person, covered with some kind of intricate pattern. Upon examination, the pattern was identified as dragon script, which had never been discovered before. The professors, wearing protective suits, surrounded the bronze fragment in the laboratory, their communication channels filled with admiration and sighs.

What's admirable is that after so many years, the academic community has finally obtained firsthand information about the dragon script. What's lamentable is that, based on deduction, this fragment may have originated from a wall in the core area, much like the two great halls photographed by Jiudeya, which explorers have yet to penetrate. If the former Bronze City was a beehive, now, after destruction, the intricate passages and walls between the beehives are all twisted and destroyed. In the most severely affected area, even cutting through a ten-meter-thick wall, the engineering team still couldn't pass through. It has become a fortress or a tomb, nestled 50 meters underwater in the rock strata.

……

In the dark, damp cavity, an ethereal yet rhythmic melody echoed.

After the initial flooding, the water in most passageways, dead ends, and enclosed spaces of the city has stabilized. In some areas, the water flow has completely stopped, forming stagnant water. However, there are always gaps and gaps in the vast city. The water flows through these sharp, jagged gaps. The disturbed water flow rubs against walls or rocks, creating eddies and impacts. If there is air in the cavity, bubbles will gather and burst.

Normal people, or even instruments with poor sensitivity, would not be able to detect these subtle movements, but the man strode along happily, as if he were standing at a live band performance.

A flame ignited. The man didn't need the flame's illumination; his eyes could see even in moonless starlight. Yet, he held the flame high, illuminating the lush tree-shaped relief on the wall, his gaze filled with reminiscence as he swept over the dragon patterns hidden among the branches.

“Dear Norton and Constantine, this is where your blood was spilled. How lonely it is. It is a pity that even the former kings could not allow the throne to exist on either side of it.”

The man was dressed in a black tuxedo with a white bow tie and a leather mask covering his face. This peculiar mask, with its beak-like mouth structure, looked stern and terrifying. In the Middle Ages, it was a medical device used by doctors. When doctors visited plague-stricken areas, they would fill the beak with spices to avoid being affected by the stench of corpses and viruses, and it gradually became a symbol of doctors.

He sighed, and flames lit up in all directions. Mermaid oil, buried for thousands of years, flowed from the corners of the dome, forming several channels of flame along the hidden grooves in the wall patterns. The Dragon King's palace was just as bright a thousand years ago, only because one of the bronze and fire brothers was somewhat cowardly and afraid of the dark.

"Death is truly heartbreaking, like being sealed in a black box, forever and ever, pitch black... like groping in the dark, but your outstretched hand can never touch anything..."

Fear illuminates every corner, but death is not darkness; death is inescapable.

The main hall was in a mess. The ancient hybrid statues that had been kneeling in worship of the World Tree were all destroyed. Several large holes had melted through the ceiling, leading directly to the next floor. The floor was pitted and uneven, made of bronze that had been melted and then solidified.

The man's eyes suddenly sharpened, and he walked to the center of the hall.

Dozens of rough, black sword blanks were thrust into the ground, forming a sword mound. The giant sword in the center was so large that it resembled a stone tablet, and there were indeed words engraved on it.

"In the war between bronze and fire, Lu Mingfei killed Constantine and set a grand ambition to kill all the kings."

The inscription is written in both Chinese and English.

The man, completely unfazed by the murderous intent and warning emanating from the words, removed his gloves and touched the cold surface of the monument. Where he touched, viscous blood oozed out. The refined metal corroded violently the moment it came into contact with the blood, producing dense bubbles. The dark metallic color blended into the blood, flowing down the surface of the monument.

A miraculous thing happened: the corroded sword tablet revealed a hidden layer inside, with even more inscriptions beneath it.

The content remained the same, but the inscribed characters had changed to ancient dragon script, simple and solemn. Even the man had only learned some ancient characters from his father when he was young, but fortunately, it was enough for him to understand the meaning of the inscription.

"Does such an ancient relic still think the world is stuck in its own glorious era?"

The man narrowed his eyes and whispered a mocking tone.

The sword mound and the inscription remained unchanged. The man stared at them for a while, then seemed to lose interest and sighed, "I hope I don't waste what I worked so hard to get... But it's worth it. Luck is an addictive poison. It's beyond the power of the throne. I must figure it out."

As the words fell, a vast alchemical realm unfolded around the man. The bronze floor and walls trembled violently, emitting eerie sounds, and chaotic, double-image-like light appeared on everything except the man.

The double image of the entire hall detached from the original object and stood out independently!

The solidified bronze began to flow again, and the fallen dome slowly rose back to its original position. The snake-man statues stood twisted on the ground like clay sculptures, as if an invisible hand was reshaping their bodies and heads. Even more bizarrely, all of this was silent, and even the acceleration was in a counterintuitive direction.

Time flows backward.

The man paid no attention to the strange phenomena around him; he stared intently at a pair of monstrous figures in the shifting light and shadow—Lu Mingfei and Constantine.

On the research vessel, Norma's red light came on, and the head of the ship's executive department rushed to the control panel. In the image rendered by Norma, the coordinates of the Bronze City deep underground were slowly forming a tidal peak on a gentle curve, and the peak was still increasing.