Dragon Raja: Lu Mingfei Returns from the Elden Ring

No one spoke on the next section of the road. At the end of the hidden passage was another elevator, an elevator that did not exist in Genji's memory.

The four of them silently entered the spacious freight elevator. There were no numbers on the floor display, but they could tell that they were going down. At the bottom of Genji Heavy Industries, there was a deeper level than the Iron Dome!

The elevator slowly came to a stop, and the floor display showed the floor number in dark red.

"Naraku" is a loanword from the Buddhist scripture "Naraku," which is the deepest part of hell, an endless fall into the void. The evil spirits in Naraku can never return to the human world and can only live eternally in the endless fall.

The elevator doors opened, and Yuan Zhisheng and Lu Mingfei pushed the cart into the pitch-black darkness. Behind them, two researchers were already "asleep." The darkness created a vast, empty space, but apart from the faint whirring of the ventilation fans, there was only a deathly silence.

Both of them possessed excellent night vision and immediately focused their attention on the giant glass wall to one side.

Perhaps some sensor was triggered, because the wall suddenly lit up, the seven or eight-meter-high wall emitting a faint blue light. Upon closer inspection, it was revealed that it was actually a huge water tank, with the wall being a glass wall on one side of the tank. The glass wall was made up of hundreds of pieces of glass, each about one square meter in size, with narrow metal frames between the glass panes.

Above the water tank is a water turbine and filter with a diameter of several meters. The volume of this water tank is comparable to that of a giant fish tank in an aquarium. Ordinary water supply pipes cannot provide enough water, so it draws water from the sewers. After the sewage is filtered, it is introduced into this water tank. When the water is changed, it is pumped out by the water turbine and put back into the Iron Dome system.

Yuan Zhisheng remained silent for a long time.

The two reached the edge of the water storage tank. Lu Mingfei tossed half a mutton into the feeding channel. The bloody mutton fell into the water with a "plop," creating a pale pink mist in the clear water. About two seconds later, a rushing sound came from the depths of the water storage tank, and some kind of large aquatic animal swam at high speed, leaving a trail of eddies in its long tail.

They were a group of "big fish," a group of fish with human faces. They were all different, most of them had long tails and scales. Some of the human-faced fish had incredible organs attached to their bodies, such as huge and sharp claws and knife-shaped bony fins. When they breathed, the cracks at the base of their necks opened, revealing deep red, gill-like structures.

They are all Deadpools without a doubt, and their dragon-like features are enough to be recorded in textbooks—except for their python-like tails.

Kassel College's records about Deadpool never mention this half-human, half-snake form. According to the legends of the White King's bloodline, only ancient hybrids who were mummified in Takamagahara had similar characteristics, but those ancient hybrids only existed in mythology and shouldn't be frolicking in the hidden underground reservoirs of Genji Heavy Industries. Moreover, their scales were smooth and their muscles were full, unlike the shriveled mummies.

The mutton that Lu Mingfei fed attracted a considerable number of Deadpools.

They huddle together, clamping their jaws onto a piece of mutton, wildly swinging their long tails, using the immense force of their twisting bodies to tear their prey apart.

The prey and the predator together formed a strange, fleshy flower, a demonic flower with snake-like petals, each petal twisting and turning, and red smoke rising to the surface of the water.

"Is there anything else you want to say?" Lu Mingfei asked.

“Go with your plan…” Genji said wearily, “Let’s avoid any more killings and sins.”

Lu Mingfei nodded and gently placed his hand on the half-meter-thick glass brick.

The mutton in the distance had been almost completely devoured by the Deadpools. They were monsters driven by appetite, and all the meat transported by the submarine was just one meal for them. Half a sheep was barely enough to fill their teeth.

Soon, two or three Deadpools spotted Lu Mingfei. They swam close to the glass wall and let out a low growl. As they growled, their huge mouths opened, revealing sharp, long teeth as dense as thorns.

Lu Mingfei slowly clenched his fist, and the hard glass shattered like tofu in his hand. Several small cracks first appeared on the glass bricks, and a few seconds later, these cracks spread to the entire glass wall.

The crisscrossing cracks suddenly exploded with a thunderous sound, startling all the Dead Servants. The carnivorous Dead Servants and the other Dead Servants deep within the water storage tanks all came running at the sound, silently swimming along the walls. They possessed a certain level of intelligence and were not purely wild beasts.

Just as Genji thought Lu Ming was going to release Deadpool directly, countless thin, cicada-wing-like misty facets appeared in the pool. They were countless tiny bubbles. Something swept across the water, leaving these beautiful yet deadly marks. Under the dim blue light, those facets looked like a curtain of aurora.

This beautiful scene lasted only a second. All the bubbles were stirred up by the eddies, the water was filled with ink-like mist, and the glass wall shattered with a crash. Genji had witnessed this miracle beyond human comprehension. The Word of Power: Judgment, the super Word of Power of Uesugi Erii, the head of the Uesugi family, often manifested as a powerful cutting attribute when actually used. Erii could manipulate anything within her sight as a killing weapon, cutting or even pulverizing her target.

Just like now, countless crisscrossing cutting marks swept across Deadpool, glass, water... everything shattered in an instant.

However, Lu Mingfei's abilities were even more terrifying than Erii's. After the glass curtain wall collapsed, the water in the water tank did not pour out. Instead, a wind wall pressed the broken glass, twisted and broken steel frame, the shattered Deadpool and hundreds of thousands of tons of water in front of the two of them, as if they were watching a bloody painting at close range, on which was a scene of the end times where evil spirits were being judged.

Chapter 194 Uesugi Koshi (4K)

Before the man stood a large, unmarked, silver-white door—a security door. The Genji Heavy Industries building was designed with functional zones from the outset. Floors 20 and above housed the family's top executives, active with hybrids belonging to the Kanto and Kansai branches, the Executive Bureau, the Ganryu Research Institute, and the Maruyama Construction Company. Floor 22 served as Kaguya's control room. Floors below 20 were ordinary office areas, housing companies under the Snake Clan, mostly staffed by ordinary employees.

But this door led to a floor without a floor number; its floor number was the Greek letter "ξ," which in mathematics generally represents a random number. Another floor in Genji Heavy Industries that used unconventional designations was "Naraka," located at the deepest level underground. Logically, such places usually conceal secrets and are heavily protected, yet the man encountered no guards along the way.

He pulled out a blank card and swiped it through the access control system's card slot. "Verification successful, entry to level ξ permitted, error warning, error warning, warning invalid." Amidst the contradictory female voice, the silver door swung open with a bang.

Inside was a deserted corridor, with only a faint smell of formaldehyde wafting through the air. The man stepped inside, and the silver metal door slowly closed behind him.

Black metal doors lined both sides of the corridor, and the walls were plastered with signs reading "Danger Zone" and "No Entry." Looking through the windows in the doors, only a stark white light could be seen; there was no sound of human voices. It was like an abandoned prison or laboratory—cold, silent, and only suggesting the presence of some kind of monster or conspiracy.

The man felt neither uncomfortable nor curious about the atmosphere. He calmly passed through security doors and followed a winding path that led deeper into the core of the building. He wasn't a guest at all; he knew the layout and area like the back of his hand.

As the last security door slowly opened amidst a false alarm, the man finally reached the end of his journey. At the end of his vision was a silver-white metal door similar to the entrance, with bright white light shining through the glass windows on the door.

This time, the man didn't swipe his card; the door was already open. A male researcher, now only half-dead, lay sprawled on the access control system inside, a trail of blood, urine, feces, and fragments of skin, muscle, and internal organs trailing behind him. A bloody massacre had taken place inside; this researcher was the one who ran the furthest, but still collapsed a split second before the door opened.

The room has white walls on all four sides, with various pipes running along them. The corners are filled with all kinds of emergency equipment, from the simplest oxygen tanks and electrocardiographs to blood filtration carts, cardiopulmonary resuscitation machines, high-pressure embolization pumps, and cardiac shock carts that most people would never imagine. All the equipment that should be in an intensive care unit is here, including large medical equipment worth millions of dollars such as MRI machines, angiography X-ray machines, and linear accelerators.

This place, which should be a place for healing and saving lives, is now as bloody and hellish as a demon realm.

There were at least twenty corpses in sight, including doctors and nurses. Their bodies looked as if they had been torn apart by chainsaws and then mauled by wolves; their deaths were extremely gruesome.

The perpetrator of this bloodshed remains in the room: a Deadpool, its dragon-like body as massive as a rugby player, its long, python-like tail trailing in the blood. Presumably, Deadpool tore the doctor and nurse apart with its sharp claws; no one could escape the enclosed space. Then Deadpool was killed, its body hanging from a circular metal wall, a long knife piercing through it to its death.

The metal wall had handles and a combination lock, making it look like a bank vault door. It's likely that after Deadpool finished his massacre, he pounced on the door to peek inside, only to be killed by someone inside through the door.

The man swiped the card to open the last door, then casually crushed it into dust. He had exploited a loophole in Princess Kaguya's system to create an unnamed access card. After this incident, the Snake Clan's technicians would discover and fix the loophole.

Once the access control system was decoded, the vault door began releasing high-pressure nitrogen from the valves. Then, the light above the door changed from red to green, and all twelve safety bolts clicked softly. The 20-centimeter-thick hard alloy door slowly opened, and a refreshing sandalwood scent wafted out. A wooden walkway appeared before us, flanked by wooden sliding doors on both sides.

It was as if a single door separated two worlds. Outside the door lay a bloody, out-of-control laboratory, while inside was a corner of an old-fashioned house. The innermost sliding door was open, and a girl with long, dark red hair knelt between candlelight. The cool, white light flowed across her skin, gleaming like silver.

"Let's go, Erii."

……

Lu Mingfei turned around and slashed horizontally with his sword. The half-meter-thick steel wall silently vanished in the concept of "burning," leaving a huge crack. The pitch-black crack was unfathomably deep, and only the faint, fiery red glow of the melted rock at its deepest point could be seen. It was as if a sword had cut open the gate between the human world and hell, allowing the living to witness the terror of hellfire.

In Yuan Zhisheng's eyes, the entire empty underground space suddenly brightened for a moment, just like a flash of lightning, before he saw Lu Mingfei put away the curved sword that was burning with golden flames.

What terrifying speed! It seems to be an order of magnitude faster than in the previous battle. Is this really something a hybrid can do?

Genjiro, as an emperor of the White King's bloodline, even if he were the weakest emperor in history, was still powerful enough to bear the destiny of fighting his family, demons, and even gods. This destiny had nothing to do with his status, but simply because he possessed a power that could be described as immense. However, compared to Lu Mingfei, this power seemed somewhat insignificant. This strike was clearly not Lu Mingfei's limit. If he went all out, how many emperors could he easily defeat? How many demons could he defeat?

For the first time, Yuan Zhisheng felt that what he was carrying was not actually that heavy. Maybe...maybe Lu Mingfei really was the one above the emperor, the one who could truly bear everything?

A moment later, he suddenly snapped out of his shame and looked in the direction where Lu Mingfei had launched his attack with a complicated expression.

The lights in the underground research institute went out after a few flashes, followed by the rapid sound of rushing water—the electrical wires and water pipes behind the walls had been cut. In the entire space, besides the two researchers in the elevator, only his and Lu Mingfei's breathing and heartbeats could be heard.

Where is it? Perhaps it's a spirit word that can conceal its form, like the spirit of the underworld?

Yuan Zhisheng's eyes blazed with golden light. He activated his bloodline, further enhancing his already formidable eyesight. Every speck of dust and droplet of water in the dimly lit hall was clearly reflected in his blazing golden pupils. In this state, he could withstand two blows from Lu Mingfei.

"Be careful," Lu Mingfei suddenly said.

But it was too late. In the darkness, like the surface of water tossed with a pebble, invisible ripples spread out—something was coming! This was Yuan Zhisheng's last thought. He only felt a white light crashing towards him at lightning speed, until pure white filled his entire vision. The ruins of the research institute, the sound of water, the smell of blood, the chilling majesty emanating from Lu Mingfei… everything vanished.

Gradually, the sound of flowing water grew louder as it approached, and Genji smelled the rich scent of grass and trees.

He awoke with a start, only to find himself back in that mountain town once again. The shrine of Shikatori stood against the dark night sky, a clear stream flowed through the town, the whole town was asleep in the gentle rain, and the tall grass at his feet swayed in the wind.

Time seemed to have reversed; he returned to when he was seventeen, back to before that small town was abandoned.

"Odin?"

Lu Mingfei glanced indifferently at Yuan Zhisheng lying on the ground, then looked at the man who was only three or four meters away from him. The man was dressed in a black tuxedo with a white bow tie, and his face was covered with a plague doctor mask, or rather, a bird-beak mask. The two were very close, yet there was a barrier like the surface of water between them. The man's figure appeared semi-transparent, or as if hidden in a thick fog.

The man did not resemble Odin, but Lu Mingfei keenly sensed a familiar mental fluctuation. When he fought the "Odin" on the overpass, the real Odin had briefly controlled that deformed dragon body.

“Mr. Lu Mingfei, it’s nice to see you again,” Odin said with a smile. “We’re both still alive, that’s wonderful.”

"Does even the Dragon King need to cover his face?" Lu Mingfei asked.

“Oh, you mean this mask? It’s really inconvenient when you’re drinking.” Odin shrugged. “But what can you do? After living this long, you should have some memories, right? Some things, you can only remember who you are when you wear them… Oh, sorry, I forgot you’re not like that. You’re a freak. Freaks don’t need memories or anything.”

Lu Mingfei knew perfectly well that the other party was talking nonsense with a straight face, but he couldn't get past that barrier to slash him a couple of times.

He had already activated the alchemical domain of this world, attempting to break through the barrier, but he discovered that it wasn't a barrier at all; it was space itself. Odin hadn't truly descended here, but rather projected a portion of his power through some means, standing here as a projection of his true form.

Odin wouldn't chat with him out of boredom; the only possibility is that he's here for Genjiro.

Yuan Zhisheng lay on the ground, his face shifting between blankness and ferocity, blood and tears streaming from his eyes, seemingly immersed in a terrifying nightmare. Lu Mingfei wasn't without options. He didn't possess Lu Mingze's ability to enter others' dreams, but he had the power to destroy them. He closed his eyes, and as a pair of pale golden eyes lit up, a sea of ​​consciousness surged forth, forming an almost tangible domain.

Royal Domain.

Lu Mingfei's current domain has incorporated some of the power of the Golden Law, and the outer layer of the domain flows with dazzling golden divine light, making him appear as majestic as a god.

Genjiro was struck by the King's Domain at close range. He first frowned, then his entire face contorted in pain, veins bulging on his forehead, as he gritted his teeth and endured the sudden agony. In his dream, he was about to draw his Spider Cutter to make a final stand against Genjiro in his dream when his vision was suddenly enveloped in golden light. As the light faded, a voice descended from the sky.

"O faded ones—"

"Handed by the fires of foolish ambition,"

"Dare to obtain the Elden Ring?"

"Then, the fire, along with everything else, should be extinguished."

"I, 'Ominous Demon' Malkitt, will carry out this immediately!"

Yuan Zhisheng:?

……

A wooden van is parked on the side of a small street behind the National University of Tokyo.

These handcarts, known as "ramen-ya carts" in Japan, are designed specifically for selling ramen from street to street. The windows open to form a rain shelter, under which two wooden stools are placed. Customers sit on the stools to eat their ramen while the ramen chef prepares the noodles inside the cart.

Though small, the food cart is fully equipped. The soup pot and ingredients are neatly arranged on the counter. After customers sit down, the dark blue cloth canopy just covers their upper bodies, creating a private environment. Compared to the "signature ramen" in the restaurant, this food cart's environment and taste are somewhat inferior, but the price is also much cheaper. Most of the customers here are poor students from Tokyo University. The owner, Chef Yue, has been running the business here for many years, and his reputation is decent.

A young Italian man in a black trench coat sat down under the tent.

Master Yue quickly turned off the 14-inch color TV above the soup pot; the screen showed a voluptuous woman who had just undressed halfway.

"What kind of noodles would you like, sir? Here I have..."

Master Yue snapped out of his reverie, his languid expression vanishing as he noticed the half-decayed World Tree emblem imprinted on the young man's chest. Master Yue was no young man; his white hair was neatly parted, and he wore the white linen uniform typical of ramen chefs, with a black towel tied around his forehead. He looked as if he had spent his entire life making ramen, but at this moment, as he intently stared at the Italian, his gaze was as sharp as a cold, biting wind.

"A three-person serving of ramen?" The Italian wasn't fluent in Japanese, so he pointed to the soup pot.

"Sorry, we're closing for today," Chef Yue said casually, then turned off the colorful lights surrounding the signboard, leaving only a single lamp on the soup pot, and made as if to pack up the bottles, jars, and tableware to close up shop.

“I’ve brought my students to visit you, so please give me some face.” Ang Ri led Chu Zihang into the shed and sat down next to Caesar.

"Damn it! Back then, we were mortal enemies, so what face do you have with me?" Master Yue slammed his fist on the chopping board.

“Three servings… um, bonito tonkotsu ramen?” Angers picked up a small cup of sake from the table.

"Damn it, talking to you doesn't mean I'm agreeing to cook for you. Besides, all I have here is soy sauce ramen. If you want bonito tonkotsu, go to a ramen shop in the commercial district!" Chef Yue was getting a little frustrated. "I'm closed, did you hear me?"

But he realized he had said the wrong thing as soon as he finished speaking.

"Oh?" Angers smiled. "Then I'll have three servings of soy sauce ramen. You're not picky, are you?"

Chu Zihang shrugged, and Caesar spread his hands.

"Angers, you're a bastard for life!" Master Yue was furious and at his wit's end. "I've had the worst luck in eight lifetimes since I messed with you!"

Chapter 195 Inuyama He