Lu Mingfei, become the King of Elden!

Chapter 294 Once gone, never to be asked again

bass!
There was a flash of cold light.

The orc's massive body suddenly stiffened, and its ferocious wolf head separated from its body, rolling to the ground.

Hot blood gushed from the severed neck cavity, like a tragically beautiful fountain.

The vitality of life was instantly drained away, and the once wild body became limp and powerless. Its knees slammed heavily to the ground with a dull thud, and then it collapsed to the ground like mud, stirring up a cloud of dust.

It can never return to its homeland, "Famyazra".

Lu Mingfei flicked his wrist, took out a piece of coarse cloth from his pocket, and slowly wiped away the warm bloodstains on the sword.

His gaze fell on the orc's gradually cooling corpse, and he fell into a long silence.

A race possessing considerable intelligence, capable of forging weapons and armor, and even developing a unique language... a civilization associated with dragons?
Unfortunately, these two orcs were far too ferocious.

By the time he realized they might be objects of communication, the battle had already reached a fever pitch, and any attempt at a truce was too late.

He sighed softly, a hint of regret in his voice, and slowly crouched down to carefully search through the orc's relics.

He hoped to find some scrolls or similar materials with written records, from which he might be able to decipher fragments of this mysterious race's words.

In the end, he only found another "Fire Dragon Emblem Amulet" on the corpse. He already possessed such an amulet, but the one in his hand was of significantly higher quality, and the energy fluctuations it contained were much more surging and powerful.

This is clearly closely related to the orcs' own strength and status.

Compared to the orc they encountered in the nearby cave, these two were not only larger and more intelligent, but also much better equipped.

They are more like the elite warriors of this race.

At the same time, another crucial discovery came to his mind.

The appearance of these orcs is remarkably similar to the shackled stone statues in the "Temple of the Beasts".

Wolf head, human body...

"interesting……"

Lu Mingfei subconsciously rubbed his chin, falling into deeper thought:
"So, the origin of the beast worship is these orcs? And they have countless connections with dragons? Famyazra..."

The name he uttered was shrouded in endless mystery.
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The journey after that was uneventful—if one doesn't consider the repeated deaths as unexpected events.

Guided by the map, Lu Mingfei successfully located the Tower of the Gods.

The Tower of Gelid is completely different from the one in Nymgford.

It was completely sealed off, with no obvious passage leading into the tower and no trace of a portal.

Lu Mingfei walked around the massive base of the tower twice, forced to accept this harsh reality:

He had to climb the tree roots that snaked along the tower and the narrow stone steps on the outer wall of the tower with his bare hands.

When he was pushed off the tower for the third time by the soldiers roaming around it, feeling the whistling wind in his ears and the ground getting closer and closer, Lu Mingfei's patience finally ran out.

His two greatswords, which he usually carried as a knight of the lost home, became a burden in this extremely narrow environment that required agile maneuvering.

Left with no other choice, he had to put away his imposing pair of weapons and pull out his long-time royal army straight sword and sturdy brass shield.

To minimize weight and facilitate climbing, the entire set of Lost Knight armor was replaced with lightweight leather armor.

At this moment, he seemed to have returned to the beginning, becoming once again that cautious fader.

After experiencing countless extreme "ropeless bungee jumps," Lu Mingfei finally entered the Divine Tower, ragged and covered in dust.

Lighting up the blessing located in the middle of the tower, feeling the familiar warmth flowing through his limbs, he skillfully made his way up the spiraling stone steps, pushed open an ancient stone door so heavy it required all his strength to move, and stepped onto a huge stone lifting platform.

With the roar of the mechanism in operation, Lu Mingfei slowly rose and finally reached the top of the Galid Divine Tower.

Lu Mingfei stood on the edge of the tower, gazing down at the land called Galid.

The crimson hue mingled with scorched earth, a scene of devastation and ruin.

As he sighed inwardly, a question arose in his mind: Who built these towering, divinely inspired towers?
Humans clearly do not possess such technology and power.

Could it be a legendary giant? Or some other intelligent race that has long been lost to the annals of history?

This trip to Galid made him realize that there may have been more than one glorious civilization on this vast land.

He shook his head, temporarily suppressing these chaotic thoughts.

The continuous high-intensity battles and frequent "death" experiences had pushed his mental limits to the brink, leaving him with no energy to ponder such grand themes.

Now, he only needs to complete the final step—activating the Great Rune—and then return to Stoneville. He needs a long and deep sleep.

Lu Mingfei turned around, facing the strangely shaped and mysterious two fingers, and stared at the gray rune ring on the altar.

"Is there anything I should be aware of?"

He asked casually, as if talking to himself.

The only sound was the howling wind.

silence.

"Uphold your will."

A cool female voice finally rang in his ears, and Melina responded to his call.

"Is it the same as the first time?"

"Ah."

"What if... things get out of control like last time..."

He recalled the violent force that almost overwhelmed his self-awareness when he first encountered the Great Rune of Grik.

I will help you.

Melina whispered:
"as always."

These words seemed to possess a magical power, instantly soothing the anxiety and unease in Lu Mingfei's heart.

Yes, he was never alone.

Lu Mingfei's lips curled into a slight smile, and he let out a soft chuckle.

Then, he raised an arm covered in steel armor, steadily aimed his palm at the gray rune ring, and slowly closed his eyes.

hum-

Rules resonate.

The dull fragments of the magic ring seemed to be infused with life, and suddenly lit up!
A dazzling golden light burst forth from within the phantom, piercing the clouds atop the Divine Tower, as if a miniature sun were being born in the palm of one's hand.

The intricate runes on the stone carvings came to life, flowing in the light and exuding a grand and majestic aura.

A powerful aura surged in, and Lu Mingfei could feel that the second Great Rune circulating within his body had been activated.

Unlike Grek's rune, which tended to be more comprehensively enhanced, Rataen's gift seemed more pure.

Endurance, physique... and the fundamental power that underpins all combat skills have been significantly enhanced.

"Truly worthy of being hailed as the strongest demigod warrior..."

Lu Mingfei clenched his fist, feeling the stronger life force and seemingly inexhaustible energy within his body.

"Even the power of the Great Runes is so purely biased towards the realm of warriors, showing absolutely no regard for intelligence, faith, or perception..."

He sighed softly, his tone tinged with helplessness, yet also with a hint of respect for that legendary general.

(End of this chapter)