Dragon Raja: Lu Mingfei finds a Freylian

Without any warning, Lu Mingfei only felt a blur before his eyes. The light from the television screen expanded infinitely, instantly engulfing his entire field of vision.

The sounds of SpongeBob SquarePants, Fenrir chewing potato chips, and even the silence of the cave itself receded rapidly like a tide, replaced by a grander, more ancient clamor filled with the clang of metal and the neighing of warhorses.

He felt as if he had been pulled away from reality by an irresistible force and thrown into a raging river of time.

"Ugh!" he groaned, instinctively reaching for Frillie beside him, but his hand missed.

At almost the same time, Frilian encountered the same situation.

The staff in her hand flashed intensely, attempting to resist the invading power, but the power was as vast as mountains and seas, carrying the undeniable absolute will of the Dragon King, instantly shattering her mental defenses. Shattered, swirling light and shadow were reflected in her emerald eyes; her body trembled slightly, and her consciousness was completely engulfed!

The icy wind, carrying snowflakes, lashed against my face, bringing a stinging chill.

Lu Mingfei jolted awake, drooling as he came to his senses.

He found himself no longer sitting on the cold, rocky ground, but riding a tall, magnificent warhorse draped in black felt. He wore heavy fur robes and armor with a strong steppe style, and a heavy scimitar hung at his waist.

All around were countless cavalrymen, dressed in the same uniform and exuding a murderous aura. The white breath they exhaled formed a continuous cloud, like a moving mist. Their battle banners fluttered in the cold wind, embroidered with ferocious wolf heads.

Ahead lay a vast plain covered in ice and snow, and in the distance, the outline of a city could be vaguely seen, its walls towering majestically.

"Where am I?" Lu Mingfei looked around in horror.

"Calm down, Lu Mingfei," a familiar voice sounded from the side.

Turning his head, he found Frilian right beside him, also riding a warhorse, dressed in a well-fitting nomadic outfit with chainmail over it. Her long, silver hair was tied back, and her emerald eyes were filled with the same confusion as his, yet she remained calm.

"Frilian! Where are we?"

“It seems we have been passively drawn into a powerful mental regression.” Frilian analyzed quickly, sensing everything around her that was incredibly real—the cold air, the body temperature of the warhorses, the weight of the armor, the intense bloodlust and murderous aura emanating from the surrounding soldiers. “This is the Dragon King’s memory; we are experiencing his past.”

With a "thud," a figure rode out from the front of the army and climbed a high slope.

The man wasn't particularly burly, but when he appeared, the entire army of tens of thousands fell silent instantly. All the soldiers' eyes were fixed on him, filled with fervent worship and awe. He wore a suit of jet-black scale armor, its design ancient and simple, as if it were an integral part of his body.

He wasn't wearing a helmet, revealing a rugged and wildly charming face with a high nose bridge, deep-set eyes, and pupils that weren't human-colored, but rather a dark gold like lava.

Although their appearances and demeanors were completely different, the profound and powerful sense of strength hidden deep within those eyes, as heavy as the earth itself, instantly confirmed to Lu Mingfei and Frilian that this was Fenrir! Or rather, his past life, his other side—Attila the Hun!

"My warriors!" Attila's voice wasn't loud, but it reached every soldier's ears as clearly as rolling thunder, carrying a magical power that stirred the blood. "Ahead! Lies the city of the weak Romans! Inside are endless gold, silver, wine, and warm women! But none of that is worth you wielding your scimitars!"

He drew his longsword from his waist, its blade dark and gleaming. Attila pointed the sword at the city ahead, his dark golden pupils burning with the flames of conquest.

"What is worth fighting for is glory! It is the exhilaration of making the enemy kneel at our feet! It is to let the Hunnic battle flag be planted on every inch of sun-drenched land!"

"Roar! Kill! Kill! Kill!" Tens of thousands of warriors roared in unison like wild beasts, the sound waves shaking the snow on the ground.

Lu Mingfei felt his body involuntarily boiling with excitement, wanting to shout and charge forward.

He was horrified to discover that he and Frilian were not bystanders; they had replaced two real warriors under Attila's command, fully immersed in experiencing this memory.

They could sense the mounts' restlessness, feel the cold touch of the weapons, and even vaguely perceive the aura emanating from their comrades—a power far surpassing that of ordinary humans—they were hybrids! Dragon-blooded descendants who followed the King of the Earth and Mountains in their conquests!

The war began. Like a flash flood, a black torrent of cavalry surged toward the isolated city.

Attila charged ahead, his fighting style ferocious and direct, devoid of any fancy techniques, relying solely on pure power and speed. Wherever he went, walls crumbled, shields shattered, and bodies were torn apart like straw. He was the embodiment of the earth; each swing of his sword caused a slight tremor in the ground, and enemies often died from internal organ rupture before even getting close!

Lu Mingfei and Frilian were also swept along by the torrent. Lu Mingfei's body possessed extremely strong combat instincts, easily reaping lives with each swing of his scimitar. Frilian was more adapted to this kind of melee combat battlefield; her magical abilities were suppressed, but her martial skills and senses remained, allowing her to skillfully evade danger.

They followed Attila, conquering city after city. They crossed the snow line of the Alps, traversed the blood-soaked Danube, and destroyed one prosperous city after another.

Attila's presence loomed over Europe like a nightmare. His army was invincible, and his power inspired despair.

Chapter 185 Attila the Conqueror (Part 2)

But amidst the iron and blood of conquest, Lu Mingfei and Frilian also witnessed another side of Attila.

Attila was not a bloodthirsty madman; he sometimes showed remarkable leniency towards tribes and cities that were willing to submit. He worshipped strength, but also respected knowledge and skill. He would forgive brave prisoners and even appreciate the art of his enemies.

What surprised Lu Mingfei the most was Attila's attitude towards a woman.

It was at a victory banquet after a major war that Attila captured a young girl from a Byzantine noble family named Idica. She was not exceptionally beautiful, but she had a pair of extremely bright and stubborn eyes, and even in Attila's presence, she did not tremble with fear like others.

Attila fell in love with her at first sight.

Yes, it's the simplest and most direct kind of love a man has for a woman.

He bestowed upon her the most magnificent tents and the finest jewels, and would even awkwardly try to learn her native language to please her. Before Idiccus, the Scourge of God, who made all of Europe tremble, would reveal an almost naive, slightly bewildered smile.

As Attila's personal guards, Lu Mingfei and Frilian often saw Attila rushing toward Ittico's tent after finishing his military affairs, perhaps with freshly picked wildflowers or exquisite trinkets he had stolen.

The tenderness and joy in his eyes were a stark contrast to the tyrannical and domineering nature he displayed on the battlefield.

“She’s different.” Attila once remarked to Lu Mingfei, who was guarding him, or rather, the bodyguard he had replaced, his dark golden eyes gleaming with a light Lu Mingfei had never seen before. “There are stars in her eyes, unlike others, who only have fear or greed.”

At the time, Lu Mingfei thought that the Dragon King was surprisingly innocent when it came to love, even a little silly.

Dragons and the like, aren't they supposed to love treasure and princesses the most? Why are they doing this pure love story?

However, during this sweet time, Lu Mingfei caught a fleeting glimpse of a dark-haired girl sitting not far from Attila at a grand banquet. She was dressed in Hunnic attire, idly fiddling with a golden cup, a faint, languid smile playing on her lips that seemed out of place with the celebratory atmosphere around her.

"Holy crap!" Lu Mingfei almost spat out his drink.

That face, that face is almost exactly the same as Xia Mi's!

Lu Mingfei's heart skipped a beat, and he almost cried out.

The girl noticed his gaze, raised her eyes, and glanced at him indifferently. Her eyes were incredibly deep, carrying an inhuman indifference that seemed to see through everything, making Lu Mingfei feel as if he had fallen into an ice cave. He immediately lowered his head, not daring to look at her again.

He heard someone whispering that she was "Miss Jormungandr," Attila's most beloved sister.

Lu Mingfei's mind was in complete turmoil.

Xia Mi? Jormungandr? Sister? What on earth is going on?!

Good times are always fleeting. The scenes of memory flashed by, finally settling on Attila's wedding night with his beloved Ittic.

The magnificent tent was filled with luxurious furs, golden cups and jade goblets, and the air was thick with the aroma of wine. Attila, unusually, was thoroughly drunk; he was overjoyed. After a lifetime of conquest, he had finally found a woman with whom he wanted to share victory and the future.

He dismissed everyone around him, leaving only the bride.

Lu Mingfei and Frilian, acting as bodyguards, stood watch outside the tent. They could hear Attila's hearty laughter and Idicco's gentle responses coming from inside.

Everything seemed so perfect.

Gradually, Lu Mingfei sensed something was wrong. Attila's laughter inside the tent grew weaker, mixed with muffled groans of pain.

"Your Majesty?" Lu Mingfei's body had an ominous premonition and asked.

There was no response from inside. Instead, there was the sound of something being overturned, and a short, startled gasp from Idike.

"Not good." Frilian's senses were even sharper. "There's a highly poisonous aura inside, a poison specifically targeting dragon blood."

The two of them disregarded etiquette and rushed inside, lifting the curtain.

The newlywed bed was a mess. Attila was curled up in agony, his face pale, his lips purple, veins bulging on his forehead, and his dark golden eyes filled with unbelievable pain and deep sorrow. He stared intently at Ithik, who stood by the bed, holding an empty golden cup, his face pale and his eyes cold.

On the ground, the spilled liquor emitted a strange smell that was both sweet and metallic.

“Mercury, mixed with other alchemical toxins.” Vice Principal Flamel’s alchemy training hadn’t been in vain; Frilian instantly deduced, “This is a deadly neurotoxin for dragons.”

Idike looked at Lu Mingfei and Frilian rushing in, his face expressionless. He simply retreated slowly, his figure gradually blending into the shadows of the tent, disappearing like a ghost.

She wasn't some Byzantine noblewoman at all! She was an assassin meticulously trained by a mixed-race family!

"Why?" Attila uttered in a hoarse voice, the light in his eyes quickly dimming.

He conquered countless lands and defeated numerous powerful enemies throughout his life, yet he ultimately fell at the hands of the woman he loved most. That cup of nuptial wine was poison he drank with a heart full of happiness.

Lu Mingfei felt a chill run down his spine, along with an indescribable sorrow. He watched as this once-arrogant king convulsed on the bed like a wounded beast, his life force rapidly fading away.

Finally, Attila stopped struggling.

His body began to undergo strange changes; dark blue patterns appeared on his skin, then slowly faded away. Powerful energy fluctuations began to subside and condense. At the moment of his death, he began the process of cocooning.

The images in my memory begin to fluctuate violently here, becoming blurry and fragmented.

Lu Mingfei and Frilian felt that pulling force come again, dragging them away from this deep and sorrowful memory.

The light and shadow before my eyes distorted again, and the deafening battlefield clamor and the painful groans of the dying rapidly faded away.

"Bang! Bang!"

The two were thrown back to reality, into the cold underground cave, where SpongeBob's carefree laughter still echoed on the television screen.

Fenrir remained lying there, its massive paws clutching a potato chip, about to put it in its mouth. Its molten gold eyes were fixed on the screen, completely unaware that Lu Mingfei and Frilian had just experienced its past life.

It was as if the bloody conquest, the tender love, and the unforgettable betrayal that had just spanned a thousand years were all just a fleeting illusion.

Lu Mingfei was still in shock at Attila's poisoning when a laughing voice suddenly rang in his ears.

"Brother, time is running out."

Lu Mingze stood between him and Fenrir.

The little guy was dressed extremely flamboyantly today, wearing a perfectly tailored pure white suit with a vibrant red rose pinned to his collar, and his hair was combed meticulously.

"Want to make a deal?" Lu Mingze smiled brightly, extending his gloved hand and elegantly pointing to Fenrir, who was oblivious to the situation and still focused on watching TV. "A quarter of his life, and I'll take care of this big guy for you right now. How about it? Pretty good deal, right?"

Lu Mingfei almost instinctively growled, "No! No way!"

Lu Mingze's smile remained unchanged, but he shrugged with slight regret, withdrew his hand, and carefully arranged the rose stems.

Why are you dressed like this today?

Lu Mingze looked up and gently sniffed the red rose. "Because, I'm about to attend a funeral, brother."

Chapter 186 Zhao Menghua, Death

"Clang, clang."

The ghost train travels endlessly in the darkness, the eerie green light inside the carriages casting a deathly pale and numb glow on everyone's faces.

Chu Zihang sat silently in the corner, Murasame lying across his lap, his golden eyes lowered, processing the cruel rules Gao Mi and Wan Boqian had told him, and the many doubts brought about by the strangely sourced KFC meal. Zhao Menghua huddled opposite him, slightly relaxed because he had been given fried chicken, but the fear in his eyes hadn't dissipated. The professor was immersed in his own world. Gao Mi and Wan Boqian nervously watched the dealer and the surrounding movements.

In the dead silence, only the noise of the train running could be heard.

Sudden.

"Click, click, click."

A light, quick sound, like the heels of hard-soled leather shoes tapping on the ground, came from the darkness between the carriages.

The sound, so different from the noise of the train, carried a hint of mockery and foreboding, and captivated everyone's attention.