Lu Mingfei, become the King of Elden!

Chapter 88 A Triple Strike with One Sword!
Lu Mingfei stood up and moved his numb arm; thankfully, it wasn't broken.

Outside the room where the blessing point was located, not far away, after passing through a long walkway, was a relatively open square. The square was covered with barricades, and behind the tight city defenses, three or five exiled soldiers were closely guarding it.

On either side of the path, at least four crossbowmen lay in ambush, their cold bolts already aimed at the doors. Three or four melee soldiers, some wielding rusty swords and others holding burning torches, stood in positions providing cover for each other.

"There are a lot of people, okay? At worst, we'll just die once or twice."

He adjusted his breathing, replaced the large shield with a brass shield, and held it firmly in front of him, with the tip of his sword pointing slightly forward.

Heavy weapons are indeed useful, but in stealth battles with a large number of enemies, they are not as effective as medium shields and straight swords.

"bring it on!"

He suddenly rushed out of the room!

Almost simultaneously, the sound of something cutting through the air arrived!

"Clang! Clang!"

Three ordinary crossbow bolts slammed into the shield, the impact sending a jolt through his arm.

Lu Mingfei dared not linger. His leg muscles bulged, unleashing his maximum strength as he charged towards the narrow, steep stone steps on the left, defying the stray arrows coming from all directions.
The melee soldiers guarding the tower reacted extremely quickly! A soldier wielding a long-handled torch intercepted them head-on, the heavy weapon sweeping across with a whooshing sound.

"Go away!"

Lu Mingfei roared and, using the momentum of his charge, suddenly thrust his shield upwards!

"Bang!"

The soldier, clearly unprepared, was thrown off balance by the heavy impact and staggered backward. Without hesitation, Lu Mingfei raised his straight sword in his right hand—

Warm blood splattered on the stone steps.

Without stopping, his figure swept past the corpses, rushing straight to the narrow platform on the first floor of the tower. Before a soldier who had just reacted could even raise his weapon, Lu Mingfei spun around and swung his sword, the blade slicing across the man's neck, ending his life.

Without the slightest hesitation, he turned around again and stepped onto the second floor.

There, four ballista operators were trying to draw their weapons from their sides.

"too slow!"

Lu Mingfei had only one thought in his mind.

A golden light flashed in his eyes, and a phantom dragon blood mark formed on his chest, with a huge dragon head appearing in the void.

Akiel's Flame!

The scorching dragon breath instantly engulfed the entire platform! The four exiled soldiers didn't even have time to scream before their figures twisted, charred, and turned to dust in the raging flames!
Without the slightest hesitation, the Dragon's Blessing Mark on Lu Mingfei's palm lit up again, and at the same time, he leaped off the edge of the tall tower without hesitation! In mid-air, a ferocious and enormous dragon claw covered with illusory scales gradually took shape, and with the force of a falling torrent, it crashed down like a meteor into the area where the soldiers were most concentrated below!
boom!
The terrifying impact was like a thunderclap, and the shockwave exploded outwards in the naked eye! The soldiers' dying screams and the horrific sounds of flesh and bone being crushed and torn apart mingled together. At least three or four soldiers turned into a blur of blood and flesh the moment the dragon claw hit the ground, and nearby enemies were violently blown away and knocked down like leaves in a whirlwind!
The city gate walkway instantly transformed into a purgatory of blood and fire.

Lu Mingfei had no time to consider whether or not to feel pity. He only thought about surviving and eliminating anything that stood in his way.

"There is one great axeman and two crossbowmen left."

He forced himself to calm down, his gaze sweeping over the remaining enemies. Lu Mingfei took a deep breath, casually slashed open a space, put his shield and straight sword back, and drew his old companion—the Greatsword of the Lost Knight.

The exiled soldier wielding a giant axe had already noticed him and charged straight at him, each step making a loud thud on the ground.

The sharp and terrifying giant axe was raised high, and the soldiers on both sides raised their crossbows, ready to fire. The most stable triangular structure was formed, as if it had nailed Lu Mingfei to the ground.

Lu Mingfei stepped forward expressionlessly, and an invisible storm field instantly formed around him, expanding and causing the violent hurricane to knock down two soldiers and also make the axe-wielding soldier stagger.

Taking advantage of the lingering power of the storm, he gripped the hilt of the Lost Knight's greatsword tightly with both hands, and with a sudden burst of power from his feet, the heavy greatsword swept horizontally using the spin of his body—

puff!puff!puff!
A triple strike!
Lu Mingfei was panting heavily, using his greatsword, Lost Home, as a support for his body. Blood was still dripping from the tip of the sword.

The surroundings were a mess, with corpses scattered everywhere, broken remains soaking in pools of blood, and the air filled with a strong smell of blood and burnt flesh.

"Damn it... this is really..."

Looking at the hellish scene around him, Lu Mingfei forced a smile, wanting to say something to ease the tension, but found that he couldn't even utter a fart, only the national essence remained.

He tilted his head back and gulped down several mouthfuls of the red and blue Dettol jars, and his energy, injuries, and vital essence were rapidly restored in a short period of time.

Lu Mingfei calmed his racing heart and glanced toward the magnificent archway.

The walls of the hall are engraved with intricate and ancient patterns, and in the shadows on both sides, the statues of Storm Riders stand silently, kneeling on one knee like a welcoming ceremonial guard, as if waiting for something to return.

That was the only way to the Divine Tower, as pointed out by Subaru Natsuki, and also the place where Shirou Emiya had warned of a "very difficult" lion lurking.

He needs to rest for a while.

Despite their formidable fighting prowess, the Faded Ones are ultimately bound by the shackles of flesh and blood; they too get tired.

Just as his tense nerves relaxed slightly, and he had just hung the Dettol bottle back on his waist—

The "sensory" that had spread to its maximum began to issue frantic warnings, and a cold, ferocious gaze locked onto him without warning!

"Roar--!!!"

A deafening roar erupted like a thunderclap from a clear sky, making Lu Mingfei's eardrums buzz.

A massive gray figure lunged out with a terrifying speed far beyond Lu Mingfei's imagination!

Relying entirely on instinct honed from countless deaths, Lu Mingfei tumbled sideways in a disheveled state! His armor was covered in rubble and dust. He got up, covered in dirt, and only then could he see the monster that had brought the shadow of death.

lion!

Its size was terrifying, almost half the height of the dragon Yagil that Lu Mingfei had once faced! The lion's mane bristled wildly, and the iron chains wrapped around its body were stained with blood, deeply embedded in its massive muscles—cruel marks left by human domestication.

However, the binding chains did not diminish its ferocity in the slightest; on the contrary, they added to its savagery. Even more deadly were its two thick, fierce front claws:
A huge, disproportionately sharp scimitar was firmly bound to its right forepaw, its cold blade gleaming with a chilling light; although there was no blade on its left forepaw, its sharp claws were enough to easily tear apart fine steel!

"Mother Emiya," Lu Mingfei murmured, his voice trembling, "I'll never dare to disobey you again."

This is more than just "difficult to deal with"; this is a murderous god in shackles!
The lion's massive body brings a surge of power and speed, which reaches its peak in its fury upon spotting the enemy!
The enormous shadow instantly loomed over Lu Mingfei's head. The shrill whistling that tore through the air, the clanging of metal chains, and the pungent stench of the beast created a picture of Lu Mingfei's impending death!
(End of this chapter)