Dragon Raja: Lu Mingfei finds a Freylian

Upon hearing this, Lu Mingfei almost jumped out of bed. He stared wide-eyed at Fingel on the upper bunk as if he were looking at an alien creature, grabbed the half-empty bottle of Erguotou from the bedside table and threw it onto the upper bunk.

"Damn it! What time is it? Still eating! Do you have any shame or dignity? The most important thing is to get our senior brother to bring us some clothes! Look at yourself, is this appropriate?"

Fingel caught the flying bottle and even took a sip, retorting confidently, "A person has no dignity when they are hungry! Besides..."

He pointed out the window, "What's the harm in letting people see? Let's fill our stomachs first."

Chu Zihang ignored Fingel and Lu Mingfei's "comedy performance".

He looked outside, narrowing his golden eyes as he observed the devastation above the Well of Oblivion in the Hall of Heroes.

The fragments of the collapsed statue were scattered all over the ground, covering most of the traces of the battle, but the explosion marks with a radius of tens of meters around the Well of Oblivion were clearly visible, with black, blue and green scorch marks intertwined.

"Earthquake?" Chu Zihang muttered to himself.

If this was indeed caused by an "earthquake" as claimed on the college's official website, then all the faculty and staff of Kassel College could go and make an appointment with an ophthalmologist.

Such blatant lying is unimaginable under normal circumstances.

But considering that Principal Angers is now feigning illness and staying away from the office, with Vice Principal Flamel temporarily in charge of affairs, everything suddenly makes sense.

"Oh, my fish! What's wrong with you all?!" Angers' wailing echoed in the "elevator".

He pressed his hands against the glass, watching helplessly as his aquarium, which he had treasured for half a century, turned into a pot of seafood soup.

The priceless dragon blood koi floated on the water's surface, its white belly exposed, its scales having lost their former luster.

The large fish, which he personally caught from the depths of the Yangtze River and which was said to be a subspecies of dragon, is now just a skeleton stuck in the broken filter.

The tempered glass of the aquarium was cracked into a spiderweb pattern, and nutrient solution mixed with blood seeped out from the cracks, forming small puddles on the ground. The automatic feeder was still working faithfully, spitting out a few pellets of food every thirty seconds, which landed on the dead fish that were no longer able to eat.

Standing beside him, Vice Principal Flamel casually patted his old friend on the shoulder: "Don't be like this, calm down. You're just making things more difficult for yourself, it won't help."

He kicked at the shards of glass at his feet. "Just yell 'my XX' whenever you see something broken. It'll only make you feel worse."

Angers lowered his hand, glaring at Flamel. "So what do you suggest I do? Pop some champagne to celebrate?"

“You should think about it from a different perspective,” Flamel said, pulling a yellowed letter from his pocket. “For example, what surprises can you find in ruins? Look, I found some letters you exchanged with a pretty little neighbor girl when you were a child.”

He sniffed the letter exaggeratedly, "Tsk tsk tsk, the handwriting here is so cute, and there are even little hearts drawn on it~"

Angers snatched the letter, raised an eyebrow, and said, "Don't treat me like I'm mentally ill. Mentally ill people always have strange thought processes and like to infect others with their mental illness."

Flamel shrugged. "You haven't seen anything worse yet."

The elevator continued its downward journey. Angers took several deep breaths before pressing the open button, and then he froze.

“My botanical garden.”

The once lush botanical garden now looks like it has been trampled by a herd of raging rhinos.

The thousand-year-old snow lotus that Angers is so proud of, transplanted from the Kunlun Mountains in China, now only has a broken stem stuck in an overturned flowerpot.

Those carnivorous plants that require precise temperature and humidity control all wilted and dried out, as if they had been thrown into an oven.

The glass roof was mostly shattered, and sunlight streamed in, scorching the rare, shade-loving ferns.

The world's only three remaining dragon blood trees have their trunks neatly split in two, with dark red resin gushing out from the cuts like blood, forming a small "pool of blood" on the ground.

Flamel pulled out a gas mask and waved it around. "Things are alright now. You know, when I came here this morning, it was filled with thick smoke, and I had to work while wearing a gas mask."

He pointed to the corner, "At least your cactus is still alive, I guess."

Angers did not answer.

His gaze passed over the ravaged botanical garden and landed on the pyramid further away, an artifact he had personally brought back from South America that was said to contain the secrets of the pharaoh.

Now it is perfectly split in two, with a smooth cut, as if it had been cleaved in the middle by a giant sword.

The secret chambers inside the pyramid were exposed, and all the traps and mechanisms used to protect the mummy were triggered, scattering poison arrows, rolling stones, and flamethrowers all over the ground.

“This is not something an ordinary earthquake can do,” Angers murmured, his face pale, “the Well of Oblivion, the Dragon Bone Cross inside.”

Flamel became uncharacteristically serious. "Don't think too much about it. The elevator is about to reach the bottom floor, so be prepared."

'Ding-dong,' the elevator doors opened again, and cheerful music drifted in.

Angers was stunned, because the voice clearly came from the depths of the Well of Oblivion, a place that should have been as silent as a tomb.

"what's the situation?"

Flamel pressed the light switch, and a bright white light illuminated the entire Obliteration Well.

There was no band, and no one was singing. Only the scattered artifacts seemed to be dancing wildly.

An antique music box rotates automatically, playing music, while several skulls bounce eerily on the ground, dancing to the rhythm.

The oil paintings on the wall have all become blank canvases, and the paint seems to wriggle in the corners like living things.

Freed from the constraints of the alchemical matrix and the power of words, all the artifacts containing living spirits within them came to life.

Angers was in a terrible mood. He strode toward the nearest skull and unleashed a beautiful shot.

The skull flew into the distance in a perfect arc; no wonder he was a former member of the Cambridge University football team.

"Hey!" Flamel leaped and caught the skull in mid-air. "Don't take your anger out on the collection!"

He landed with a somersault, stood up gracefully, dusted off his clothes, and said, "There's still a surprise in store. Come on."

Flamel pulled a fragment from his pocket. "What was found in the ruins should be a remnant of the protective device. This indicates that the alchemical matrix successfully activated part of its defensive functions before it was destroyed."

Angers took the fragment. "So, does that mean the Dragon Bone Cross might still be intact?"

Chapter 107 The Dragon Bone Cross Remains Safe and Sound

Flamel led Angers toward the altar in the middle of the pool, the ground beneath their feet making an ominous cracking sound.

This area was the most severely damaged, with traces of battle everywhere. It was probably the result of a clash between superweapons that cleaved the pyramid and the aquarium in two.

As Angers walked on the altar, he felt as if the ground was almost like powder, fine and fragmented.

“Be careful, the ground here is as brittle as a biscuit,” Flamel said without turning his head.

Angers did not answer; he glanced around.

The central area of ​​the Well of Oblivion, supposedly the safest place in the academy, looked as if it had witnessed a great battle between gods and demons.

The air was thick with the smell of mercury vapor, and even after twelve hours of ventilation, it still made one's throat feel tight.

“It seems the guests last night weren’t very friendly,” Angers said in a low voice.

Flamel laughed heartily, "It wasn't very friendly; the invaders almost tore down the entire Oblivion Well."

He pointed to a slash that stretched for hundreds of meters in the distance. "See that? I bet humans couldn't do that."

Angers frowned, realizing something was wrong.

The two walked to the altar, which was the most severely damaged, covered with dense, crisscrossing trenches, with the center even sunken in half a meter deep.

Flamel crouched down, his fingers lightly touching the ground. After a few seconds, the altar glowed with a faint blue light, forming a complex alchemical matrix.

“My defense matrix has been activated,” Flamel determined, “and it’s running at full power.”

Angers squatted down beside him. "To activate the matrix you set up, it's a first-generation species?"

“It’s at least close to the strength of the first generation.” Flamel straightened up and dusted off his hands. “Interestingly, the matrix shows that it is fighting against two forces at the same time.”

Angers looked up, "Two?"

"Yes, the two powerful figures fought a fierce battle in the Well of Oblivion yesterday. It was truly terrifying."

Flamel coughed, strode to the center of the altar, and yanked off the red curtain covering it.

"Hey, Angers, are you happy? Surprised? This is your most beloved Dragon Bone Cross! Even if your botanical garden is destroyed, your aquarium is gone, your pyramid is broken, the dragon bone is still intact!"

Two pristine white dragon bone crosses stood silently, radiating a soft glow in the dim light.

Norton's dragon skeleton retains its half-dragon, half-human form, each bone a work of art. Constantine's humanoid skeleton leans slightly forward, as if it might come to life at any moment.

They were intact; in this ruin, these two treasures were the only ones that remained undamaged.

Angers' fingers trembled slightly. Before coming to see the dragon bones, he had mentally prepared himself for the possibility that both sets of dragon bones would be stolen.

The Dragonbone Cross is a treasure known and coveted by all hybrids worldwide. How could anyone disregard it? Then why go to such great lengths to infiltrate the Well of Oblivion? Are they playing around?

A yellow sticky note was stuck to Norton's skull, standing out starkly against the pale bone.

“This doesn’t make sense,” Angers muttered to himself.

"Can't believe it?" Flamel spread his hands dramatically. "Me too. I checked it thirteen times. There was no illusion, no replacement. It's the original Dragonbone Cross."

He took off the sticky note and handed it to Angers, saying, "Someone left us a message."

Angers took the sticky note; the handwriting on it was very casual:

"I suggest strengthening security measures; things might be stolen if I'm not around."

There was no signature, no date, just like a note left behind casually.

He must have seen this handwriting somewhere before, but he couldn't quite place it.

"Happy now?" Flamel patted Angers on the shoulder. "Someone helped you preserve your priceless dragon bones."

He drawled, "This means there's good news and bad news."

Angers frowned and carefully tucked the sticky note into his suit's inner pocket. "If the item wasn't lost, how can there be bad news?"

Flamel did not answer, but walked toward the pool at the edge of the altar.

He crouched down, ran his fingers across the bottom of the pool, and picked up a layer of powder from his fingertips. "This is the world's second largest alchemical facility, powered by mercury. I filled it with at least 1000 tons of mercury, but now it's all evaporated."

The huge pool that should have been filled with silver liquid is now empty, with not a single drop of mercury left at the bottom.

Angers walked over to him and looked down at the dried-up bottom of the pool. "I thought ours was the biggest in the world."

"The largest one is in the Mausoleum of the First Qin Emperor. Do you know what mercury in an imperial mausoleum means? Sima Qian recorded that 'mercury was used to represent the rivers, lakes, and seas, with mechanisms to circulate it.' Modern detection has confirmed the presence of large amounts of mercury in the tomb. And mine is..."

He pointed to the dried-up pool, "Although it can't compare to the First Emperor's work, it's still a top-tier alchemical matrix that can withstand the Dragon King's attacks."

"It all evaporated?"

“Yes.” Flamel snapped his fingers. “To destroy the alchemical field I set up in an instant, you would need at least the strength of a first-generation species.”

Angers looked at the Dragon Bone Cross. "So one of the people who came here last night."

“It’s very likely the first-generation species,” Flamel said. “But what’s interesting is that he was actually stopped. What does that mean? It means that the person who stopped him also possessed strength close to that of the first-generation species.”