Dragon Raja: Lu Mingfei finds a Freylian

That was a place they had discovered before but hadn't had time to explore; it might be their only chance of survival.

Horus, being dragged along by Guilliman, looked at his companion, who seemed like a god descended to earth, with disbelief in his eyes.

Lin Xia also came to her senses and desperately urged her last bit of mental energy to boost their speed and interfere with the closing-in of the Dead Servants on both sides.

Guilliman took the lead, wielding his burning golden greatsword, each strike purifying large numbers of Deadpools.

Like a golden war god, he carved out a path to survival for his comrades in this abyss of despair.

However, although the golden light was powerful, it was also rapidly consuming Guilliman's life force, and golden blood began to spill from the corner of his mouth.

The three of them broke through Deadpool's encirclement, smashed open the iron door of the "old dispatch office," and staggered inside.

Killieman was the last to enter, and he slammed the iron door shut behind him.

The light from the golden greatsword in his hand quickly dimmed and eventually went out.

He groaned and knelt on the ground, golden blood seeping from his mouth and nose, his face pale. The brief "divine descent" had taken a heavy toll on him.

Outside the door, Deadpool's frantic banging and scratching sounds rang out, but the seemingly old iron door was exceptionally sturdy, temporarily keeping them out.

We're safe for now.

Horus collapsed to the ground, panting heavily, overwhelmed by the weakness and excruciating pain that followed the end of his demonic state.

Lin Xia also slid down against the wall, completely exhausted and almost collapsing.

Horus and Lin Xia looked at each other, still shaken, then at Guilliman, who was kneeling on the ground in terrible condition.

"What was that just now?" Horus asked.

Guilliman wiped the golden blood from the corner of his mouth and replied breathlessly, "Protection, the Emperor's Holy Flame, comes at a great cost."

After saying that, he coughed violently and could no longer speak.

The office fell silent for a moment, with only the tireless pounding of Deadpool outside the door and the heavy breathing of the three men.

Chapter 163 Diary

Passing through the iron gate marked "Office Area," the view of the platform behind me seemed to be separated by an invisible curtain of water, becoming blurry and distant.

What appeared before Lu Mingfei and the others was an even narrower, more oppressive old passage.

The air here was even more stagnant than on the platform, the smell of dust was so strong it was almost impossible to dissolve, mixed with the smell of mold and decay.

The walls were no longer tiles, but lime plaster painted a ghastly green, with large patches of plaster peeling off to reveal black mold and water stains underneath.

Above us were bare light tubes covered in cobwebs, emitting a buzzing electrical sound as they flickered on and off.

gloomy.

The ground beneath my feet was concrete, thick with dust that left clear footprints.

Occasionally, some tightly closed doors appear on both sides of the passageway, with rusty signs hanging on them that read "Electric Distribution Room," "Tool Room," and "Staff Rest Room," but most of the door handles are rusted shut, indicating that the place has not been opened for decades.

“This place is even more run-down than our archives in Kassel,” Fingel muttered, carefully avoiding the stains on the floor. “I bet the Wi-Fi signal here is zero.”

Nobody paid any attention to his complaints.

Everyone was on edge. Chu Zihang and Frilian stood one in front of the other, vigilantly watching the movements around them.

The compass in Zhu Mumu's hand spun even more erratically here, as it was subjected to strong interference.

The little girl with the bell clung tightly to her senior brother's clothes, barely daring to breathe.

Chu Zihang, who was walking ahead, stopped and squatted down.

“We’ve found something,” he whispered.

The crowd immediately gathered around.

Under the beam of a flashlight, a long-dehydrated human skeleton sat leaning against the corner of the wall on one side of the passage.

The clothes on the skeleton were tattered, but you could still tell they were from decades ago.

A badly worn blue polyester jacket over a shirt.

The skeleton remained with its head bowed, arms hanging at its sides, and a thick, leather-bound notebook lay beside it.

There were no signs of struggle or dragging near the skeleton. He just sat there quietly, as if he was just tired, sat down to rest, and then never got up again.

“Another one, yet another one,” Lu Mingfei said, his throat dry.

This is the second body they have found; the first was found near the retail machine later.

Chu Zihang carefully avoided the skeletons and picked up the notebook.

The notebook cover is very stiff, and the edges are worn and frayed.

He gently opened it; the handwriting inside was pen-written. At first, it was neat, but it became increasingly messy and chaotic as he went on, even filled with crazy doodles.

"It's a diary," Chu Zihang said, quickly browsing through it and selecting key parts to read aloud to everyone.

"August 3, 1992: Damn it, what's going on? I was just visiting Beijing and took the subway. Why did the platform turn out like that? Why are the trains never coming again? All the exits have disappeared! I'm trapped!"

"August 15, 1992: The food is gone, and the water is almost gone too. I've searched every corner, and all I found were some moldy biscuits and dirty water dripping from a rusty pipe. Is anyone there? Please help me!"

"September 1, 1992: I think I heard other voices. But every time I went to look for them, there was nothing there. Was it a hallucination? I'm going crazy."

"October XX, 1992: The date is meaningless now, the lights are getting dimmer and dimmer, the battery is almost dead. Darkness, endless darkness."

"On XX/XX/1992: They came. I heard them crawling. They were looking at me in the pipes and in the walls."

"There's no time left, they're getting closer and closer. I can't take it anymore, goodbye forever."

The last few pages of the diary were completely filled with chaotic lines, repeated words like "help" and "die," and were filled with despair and madness.

According to the diary, the unfortunate victim was just an ordinary mixed-race person from out of town, whose bloodline was probably only D-grade, who strayed into Nibelungen in 1992.

He struggled here for at least six months, enduring hunger, thirst, darkness, loneliness, and fear of the unknown, until he finally suffered a mental breakdown and chose to commit suicide.

The passageway was deathly silent.

Although the dangers of the Nibelungen were already known, the impact of a diary from thirty years ago, which recorded how a living person was slowly driven insane and eventually died, was far more real and chilling than any legend.

“A D-level hybrid, trapped here for half a year. Starving to death, dying of thirst, dying of fright,” Lu Mingfei muttered to himself, a chill running from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.

He thought of himself, what if he were the only one trapped here?

"Wow!" Fingel was the first to break the silence. He patted his chest exaggeratedly, but his face didn't show any fear. Instead, he had more of a desire to complain.

"This guy is really unlucky! He came to visit and ended up with an unlimited single-journey subway pass, and he can't even get off! The Nibelungen Tourism Board deserves a terrible review! The service is awful! There are zero facilities! Not even a convenience store!"

He squatted down and said to the skeleton with a serious expression, "Brother, I'm not trying to criticize you, but your mental fortitude is lacking. You couldn't even last six months? If it were me, Grandpa Fingel, I could last at least a year! No food? Haven't you ever seen a rat? It has six times the protein of beef! No water? Don't you know how to collect condensate? You clearly lack wilderness survival experience!"

Lu Mingfei couldn't help but roll his eyes. "Useless senior brother, can't you show some respect for the dead?"

"Respect? I have plenty of respect!" Fingel said confidently. "I'm using my optimism to comfort his spirit in heaven! To let him know that those who come after him are far better than him! Besides, didn't Boss Chu say that time has stopped here? Maybe we won't starve to death? This guy just scared himself to death; he had a mental breakdown and that's why he died. So mindset is very important! Extremely important!"

Zhu Mumu shook his head. "May the Heavenly Venerable grant you boundless blessings. I can understand the state of mind of this fellow Daoist. Endless loneliness and the fear of the unknown are the most corrosive to the soul and bones. Only those with great perseverance and wisdom can withstand them. This benefactor, alas."

Lingdang whispered, "Senior brother, what if we also..."

"Pah! Children say the darndest things!" Fingel quickly interrupted her.

"Little girl, don't make promises you can't keep! How can we be compared to them? We're an elite team! We have S-rank, A-rank ace, an elven mage, and a local Taoist master! Our roster is top-notch! Boss Chu just analyzed it; physiological needs might be paused. As long as we stay optimistic, find the boss, kill it, and we can clear the level and go home for hot pot!"

Although he said that, he glanced at the diary.

The six months of despair did have an impact on him as well.

Chu Zihang closed the diary and carefully put it away. "This diary provides important information. First, this Nibelungen has existed and captured living people since at least 1992. Second, there are 'them' here that terrify the missing. Third, the sense of time passing may be different from reality."

"We must speed things up. We need to find Wan Boqian and Gao Mi as soon as possible, or find an exit. The longer we delay, the greater the uncertainty."

Frillie gazed quietly at the skeleton and said softly, "A part of his soul is still trapped here, filled with pain and confusion."

This remark instantly dampened the atmosphere that Fingel had just enlivened.

"Let's go," Chu Zihang said, walking forward.

The group set off again.

Fingel stopped joking and was unusually silent for a moment. Then he leaned closer to Lu Mingfei and said in a very low voice, "Hey, Lu Mingfei, seriously, if we were really trapped here for a long, long time, would you go crazy first or would I go crazy first?"

Lu Mingfei: "Shut up."

Chapter 164 Visiting the Sick

The Gattuso family's private hospital in Beijing, penthouse VIP room.

Caesar Gattuso lay in his hospital bed, his face pale.

Thick bandages were wrapped around his chest, and several wires monitoring vital signs extended from under his hospital gown, connecting to sophisticated instruments nearby.

The sudden and devastating defeat and serious injury were a significant blow to Gattuso's successor, who had never experienced such a setback.

The ward door was gently pushed open, and Nuonuo walked in, wearing a dark red cashmere sweater and black trousers, simple and neat, somewhat different from her usual flamboyant style.

His face didn't show much expression.

She didn't greet him immediately, but instead walked to the window, looked at the gray sky outside, and tapped her fingers on the windowpane.

Her profiling ability operates as naturally as breathing, even when not actively stimulated.

In my mind, I began to sketch out the image of the attacker.

Wearing a clown mask, whistling a cheerful, distorted tune, moving with ghostly agility, tearing the sound barrier apart with his bare hands, possessing overwhelming power, and immune to the power of words. And then there was that whisper about "brother."

Fragments of information danced and combined in her mind.

This clown is incredibly strong, stronger than anyone could imagine.

Their behavior pattern carries a sense of playfulness and whimsy; everything is under control, and killing is just a game to them.

He/She is familiar with BJ's underground pipe network and has an excellent understanding of the methods used by mixed-race individuals.

Nono frowned slightly. A strange sense of familiarity, like an undercurrent, began to surge within her heart.

This power, this playful yet coldly cruel style, this deep understanding of the world of hybrids.

She tried to fit all the powerful figures she knew and was familiar with into the framework of this "clown".

A senior specialist in the executive department? Unlikely. Most of those people are serious and rigid; they wouldn't have such a cynical attitude.