Dragon Raja: Lu Mingfei finds a Freylian

"Frilian!" Lu Mingfei exclaimed, he could feel that Frilian's life force was rapidly weakening!

Fenrir also sensed this powerful force targeting its very essence. It let out a confused and wary growl, its molten gold pupils shining brightly, and the dragon king's instincts began to resist.

The green light clashed violently with the dark blue dragon's might, producing a hissing sound.

But Frilian's magic was not an attack, but a more ingenious "transformation," cleverly taking advantage of Fenrir's current confusion and his subconscious momentary identification with the human form, like the most skillful key, inserting itself into that crack in his consciousness.

"Convert!"

Frillie used her last bit of strength to utter the word.

"boom!"

The green light completely engulfed Fenrir, and its massive, mountain-like body shrank and deformed rapidly under the blinding light. The dark blue scales faded, the grotesque skeletal structure was reshaped, and the terrifying power fluctuations were forcibly suppressed.

The light faded.

Lu Mingfei and the weakened Frilian looked ahead.

Where the dragon had once lain, now lay a human boy who appeared to be about seventeen or eighteen years old. Tall and robust, he wore ill-fitting, slightly tattered clothes; based on Lu Mingfei's understanding of Frilian over the years, he was likely a magical construct. He had messy black hair, and his features vaguely resembled Fenrir's, but were softer. His eyes were closed, and he was unconscious.

He no longer felt any pressure from the Dragon King; he was just like an ordinary human boy who might be a little strong.

The magic worked?!

Almost at the same instant that Fenrir's power was forcibly converged and transformed.

In the distance, Xia Mi, who was rushing towards a certain direction, stopped in her tracks. Her expression changed drastically, and her golden eyes flashed with disbelief, shock, and panic.

"Brother, your power has disappeared?! No, it's changed?! What happened?!"

She could no longer care about anything else. Her figure blurred instantly, and she tore through the air at several times the speed before, rushing madly towards Fenrir's lair.

There was only one thought in my mind: Something has happened to my brother!

Inside the cave, Frilian, still weak from exhausting her magic, leaned against the rock wall, vigilantly watching over Fenrir, who lay unconscious beside her, now transformed into a human boy. Lu Mingfei's heart pounded, still reeling from Frilian's earth-shattering magic and the shock of the dragon king's transformation.

"Thump, thump, thump," an extremely subtle, chilling vibration came from the soles of my feet.

It wasn't the clanging of a train, nor the tremors caused by Fenrir's previous unconscious actions, but the sound of horses' hooves?

Moreover, it wasn't just one! It was the sound of many horses' hooves striking the rocky ground, mixed with the clanging of metal armor plates, rapidly approaching from the direction they had come from.

An indescribable, far more terrifying and purer pressure than that of the Deadpool dealers or even the alchemical corpse guards, spread through the tunnel like an ice tide.

Lu Mingfei's hair stood on end instantly; he had only ever felt this kind of oppressive aura from one person!

Old Tang!

"Someone, no, something's coming!" Lu Mingfei whispered, his face pale, to Frillie. "Something very strong!"

Frilian also sensed the suffocating pressure. She struggled to stand up, but the weakness caused by the depletion of her magic made her almost unable to move.

"They're after us," she said, her voice trembling slightly.

“I don’t know if they’re enemies, but they’re definitely not friends!” Lu Mingfei’s heart was pounding in his chest. He glanced at the unconscious Fenrir and the weak Frilian, and an ominous premonition gripped him.

We can't let them stay here!

"Frilian, you stay here! Protect Fenrir! Don't come out!" Lu Mingfei said urgently to Frilian, his tone more serious and resolute than ever before. "I'm going out to check the situation!"

"Lu Mingfei! You, watch out!" Frilian tried to stop him; this was clearly a suicide mission!

But she had no magic left in her body and could only watch Lu Mingfei leave alone.

Without a word, Lu Mingfei turned and rushed out of the relatively spacious cave, back into the narrow tunnel he had come from. He had to lure the danger away, or at least buy some time.

I had barely stood firm in the tunnel, and before I even had time to think about what to do, the darkness ahead was torn open by an invisible force, like a curtain being ripped open.

"hiss"

This was beyond his wildest imagination.

The tunnel vanished. In its place lay an endless wasteland shrouded in gray mist. A silent army marched toward him across the wasteland.

Leading the group was a knight riding an incredibly magnificent, eight-legged, dark-colored horse. The knight wore heavy, dark blue armor covered in ancient runes, and a cold, expressionless metal mask with a single eye. In his hand he gripped a dark gold spear of ancient design, yet emanating an aura that distorted and rippled the surrounding space—Gungnir, the Eternal Spear.

Odin, the King of Gods!

Lu Mingfei's blood seemed to freeze instantly, his mind went completely blank. How could it be him?

Odin from Norse mythology has suddenly appeared in BJ's Nibelungen? What's he doing here?! Is his target Fenrir? Or himself?

Behind Odin was a dense, seemingly endless army.

They too wore ancient armor, their faces adorned with various grotesque or weeping metal masks, and they gripped rusty, menacing weapons. They stood silently, like an undead legion rising from the grave, their sheer number seemingly filling the entire gray fog wasteland. The aura emanating from them was an overwhelmingly potent death aura, far more despairing than any death servant Lu Mingfei had ever encountered before.

Chapter 200 Odin, the King of Gods

Lu Mingfei's legs went weak, and he almost collapsed to the ground. He recalled what he had heard in the "Introduction to Dragon Family Genealogy" and "A Brief History of Norse Mythology" classes at Kassel College.

Odin, the chief god, wields war, death, magic, and poetry. He is the pinnacle of Norse mythology, and also the mortal enemy of Nidhogg, the black dragon who devoured the World Tree? No, the mythology is chaotic and contradictory, yet it all depicts his power and terror.

The army behind him—heroes? Valkyries? No, those wearing masks are Dead Servants! They are dead servants corrupted and transformed by Odin's power. Awakened from the realm of the dead, they form this despairing army of the undead.

Odin's one-eyed mask slowly turned, "looking" at Lu Mingfei. There were no words, no threats, but the chilling killing intent, as if it were tangible, made Lu Mingfei unable to breathe; his heart felt as if it were being tightly gripped by an invisible hand.

However, Odin did not intervene personally. He was not interested in Lu Mingfei, this insignificant ant, or perhaps he had other motives. He merely slightly raised the hand that was holding Gungnir's.

With this subtle movement, the dozen or so masked dead servants at the forefront of the silent undead army behind him stirred.

Like killing machines imbued with life, they instantly unleashed astonishing speed, transforming into more than a dozen black afterimages as they pounced towards Lu Mingfei, their weapons gleaming with the light of alchemical magic.

Lu Mingfei was so frightened that he almost fell to the ground on his own survival instinct.

boom!

A streak of intense heat grazed his back, melting a large hole in the rock wall where he had just stood.

Word of Power: Sovereign Flame! Although its power is far less than Chu Zihang's, it is indeed Sovereign Flame.

Chi Chi Chi!

Countless cold, sharp blades shot out like a sudden rainstorm, Word of Power: Yin Thunder!

The ground cracked open with a snap, and sharp rock spikes emerged—Word of Power: Rock Spikes!

A powerful gravitational force instantly pressed down on Lu Mingfei, making his movements incredibly sluggish. Word of Power: Royal Authority!

These Dead Servants can all use Word of Power. Although their individual power may not be as great as that of a genuine hybrid, they are diverse, work together seamlessly, and are completely fearless of death.

Lu Mingfei scrambled and stumbled, desperately dodging the barrage of incantations and the slashing of weapons. He dared not clash his armor minister's knife against the enemy's weapons, using it only to barely parry and block.

"Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!" Lu Mingfei cursed inwardly, his extreme fear giving rise to a desperate, reckless spirit. "Why?! We have to fight the final boss right from the start? And bring so many minions? Can't take a beating?!"

If all else fails, call Lu Mingze! The little devil will take care of them!

He recalled his half-baked, unreliable spells and focused his mind: "Don't die, don't die, don't die."

But it didn't respond at all, failing at the crucial moment!

A rusty longsword whistled as it slashed toward his face. Lu Mingfei rolled away in fright, the sword striking the ground and sending sparks flying.

Another Deadpool opened its mouth, and a silent roar, carrying a mental shock, struck Lu Mingfei's brain. He immediately felt dizzy and his movements froze.

The third spear, like a venomous snake, seized the opportunity to pierce his heart.

"I'm going to die! My life is over!" Lu Mingfei closed his eyes in despair.

At this critical moment.

A sharp, crescent-shaped blade of light slashed through the air, severing the spear in two. At the same time, a familiar figure appeared before Lu Mingfei like a ghost. Murasame unleashed scorching flames, instantly igniting the Death Servant who had unleashed the mental attack.

"Senior brother!" Lu Mingfei exclaimed in surprise, tears welling up in his eyes.

Chu Zihang arrived at some unknown time! His face was cold and stern, his golden eyes burning with icy rage. Murasame in his hand was like the Grim Reaper's scythe, and with each swing, a dead servant would be shattered or ignited! He had obviously also been through a fierce battle, with several new wounds on his body, but his aura was even more fierce.

"Get behind me!" Chu Zihang hissed, his tone leaving no room for argument.

Lu Mingfei scrambled to hide behind Chu Zihang, watching his senior brother stand like a rock in front of him, facing the tidal wave of Word Spirit Death Servants alone. He felt both excited and guilty.

As expected of President Chu Zihang!

Chu Zihang's appearance temporarily alleviated Lu Mingfei's crisis, but the situation remained hopeless. The number of Death Servants was overwhelming, and various incantations were constantly emerging, relentlessly bombarding Chu Zihang's defensive perimeter. Chu Zihang pushed his Monarch Flame and swordsmanship to their limits, the blade and flames weaving into a death barrier, but he was still forced to retreat continuously, constantly inflicting new wounds on his body.

In the distance, Odin, perched atop his eight-legged steed, continued to watch indifferently, as if observing a petty squabble between ants, utterly unrelated to him. Gungnir in his hand still emanated a chilling aura.

As Lu Mingfei watched Chu Zihang's bloodied and battling figure, and then looked at the boundless army of the undead and the unfathomable Odin, an overwhelming sense of powerlessness overwhelmed him.

At this rate, my senior brother will also be worn down to death!

Something has to be done.

But what can he do?

Despair, like a cold tide, crashed against Lu Mingfei's nerves wave after wave. The image of Chu Zihang fighting valiantly, bathed in blood, flickered before his eyes. Each burst of Junyan was like a brief firework exploding in a dark abyss—brilliant but fleeting. All around them were endless, silent, surging masked death servants, their various incantations' light effects like neon lights of death, constantly compressing their living space.

This can't go on! Absolutely not!

Lu Mingfei gritted his teeth, his nails digging deep into his palms, the stinging pain slightly dispelling his fear. He looked at the wounds Chu Zihang had inflicted to protect him, and at his senior brother's profile, which, despite the bleeding profusely, was beginning to show signs of fatigue yet remained resolute. A surge of resentment erupted from the deepest recesses of his heart.

He can't hide anymore; he can stand on his own now.

"Senior brother!" Lu Mingfei raised his head, a hint of desperate madness flashing in his golden eyes, "Trust me this once!"

Chu Zihang cleaved a Deadpool who was trying to unleash "Deepblood" in two with a single strike. Hearing this, he slightly turned his head and saw the molten lava-like light in Lu Mingfei's eyes. Without any hesitation, he replied briefly, "How?"

"Use Junyan! Maximum range, clear the area!" Lu Mingfei spoke rapidly, his voice trembling slightly with tension and excitement. "I... I'll create an opportunity for you! Use Time Zero!"

Time Zero, recorded in the Kassel College archives, is one of the divine words located upstream in the periodic table of words of power. It can drastically slow down the passage of time within a domain. Lu Mingfei himself didn't know if this unreliable thing would work at a crucial moment, but now, he could only take a gamble.

A flicker of surprise crossed Chu Zihang's eyes, but it was quickly replaced by resolute determination. He didn't ask Lu Mingfei if it really could work, nor did he question this crazy plan. He simply nodded emphatically: "Okay!"

The next moment, almost simultaneously, the two of them once again squeezed out the dragon blood potential deep within their bodies!

"Blood burst once!"

Chapter 201 God and His Attendants

Boom! Boom!

Two even more violent and dangerous auras erupted from the two of them simultaneously. Lu Mingfei felt as if his blood was burning, his blood vessels were about to burst, and his brain was being assaulted by a violent desire to destroy everything. But he gritted his teeth and used all his willpower to maintain the last bit of clarity, concentrating all his spirit to touch that mysterious and profound realm.

The light emanating from Chu Zihang's golden eyes almost solidified, the temperature of the Monarch Flame soared again, and the flames on the Village Rain Blade changed from crimson to incandescent white. The air around him distorted and boiled due to the extreme heat.