Lu Mingfei, become the King of Elden!

Chapter 91 Our Road Is Still Long

Lu Mingfei let out a muffled groan.

The fragment of the magic ring embedded in the body began to resonate strongly with the phantom on the finger, suddenly bursting out with unprecedented heat, as if it were a collection of dozens of scorching dragon hearts. Countless threads also grew out, trying to separate it from the bloodline and re-merge it with the phantom that radiated golden light!
He instinctively tried to pull his hand back, but Melina held his wrist tightly. The strength was gentle, yet it did not allow Lu Mingfei to resist.

A powerful yet resilient will flowed from her fingertips, suppressing the Great Rune's agitation and backlash, and guiding the magnificent light blooming in the void, granting him permission to exercise authority.

Golden light flowed and surged along his arm, eventually disappearing into his chest. Lu Mingfei's golden eyes shone brightest at that moment.

He could “feel” that the golden fragments were trying to bridge the deep rift between him and the Great Rune.

Lu Mingfei's forehead veins bulged, and all the muscles in his body were tense under the impact of the excruciating pain. His will was as fragile as a candle in the wind.

Just as he was about to be torn apart by this violent force, Melina's voice rang out in Lu Mingfei's chaotic mind, drowning out all the noise:

"Feel it, accept it. This is the pulse of the law, and the beginning of the path."

The golden light seemed to last forever, yet it also seemed to last only a moment.

As the pillar of light erupting from the top of the Divine Tower slowly receded, the large rune phantom suspended in the center also became stable and clear.

The Great Rune has been "ignited".

Lu Mingfei felt a vast torrent of power opening a small door to him in the void, and he clearly touched "it"—the immense power of the rules belonging to the Elden Ring.

Greck's "center of gravity" magic ring is just one branch, but it is still enough to be awe-inspiring.

However, the door was not sturdy. He could feel the gap between himself and the massive torrent, a gap caused by incompatibility at the level of laws and bloodlines.

He could only "borrow" it, allowing it to flow through his entire body. It was just a small amount, yet it enhanced his strength, physique, senses, and very essence—every aspect of his body.

"call"

Lu Mingfei was panting heavily, his hand trembling slightly as he removed it from in front of his two fingers.

The Divine Tower returned to calm, with only the silent wind flowing and a man and a woman standing silently.

"Is this the power of the Great Rune?"

He opened his palm, and the rhythm of the laws seemed to still linger.

Melina gently withdrew her fingertips from Lu Mingfei's wrist, took a small step back, and resumed her usual aloof demeanor.

She nodded slightly:
"It's just a small amount of power, something you gained by leveraging the laws of nature with your own will. To carry more... you need to use the bridge of the 'curved arc'."

"This is just the tip of the iceberg?"

Lu Mingfei felt the surging power within his body.

He now possesses roughly the strength of "half of Grik," and this is merely a tiny glimpse of the power that the Great Rune has revealed.

If one could truly crush the curved arc and build a more stable connection, how powerful would that be?
What's even more terrifying is that Lu Mingfei doesn't have the golden bloodline, so the limit of the laws he can borrow is probably less than one-tenth.

What kind of power do the true demigods wield?
Melina's calm voice echoed through the wind and clouds:

"Did this help you?"

Lu Mingfei was pressing his aching chest, still adjusting to the power of the Great Rune. Hearing this, he was momentarily stunned, then instantly realized the help the girl had just given him.

"Um, thanks." He scratched his head sheepishly, his gaze unconsciously sweeping across her face. Just then, the wind from the top of the tower blew open her hood, revealing the girl's delicate features.

“Hmm,” the girl raised her head slightly, her gaze meeting Lu Mingfei’s eyes directly, “I once said I would take the place of the Finger Witch, but I was unable to guide you. I also couldn’t help much with the matter of the Dragon Feast. I’m sorry.”

Lu Mingfei's heart skipped a beat. The intimate contact just now had already made him feel embarrassed, and now, under Melina's calm gaze, he was even more at a loss for how to react.

This pure, unadulterated kindness gently touched a soft, timid corner of Lu Mingfei's heart.

He has never been good at dealing with this kind of attention.

"They really helped a lot."

He struggled to organize his thoughts, trying to make his gratitude sound less perfunctory:
"If it weren't for what you did just now, I feel like I would have been torn apart by that force."

Lu Mingfei's gaze fell on Melina's hand, which she gently withdrew.

"Um... are you alright?"

Lu Mingfei hesitated for a moment, but still asked the question. He thought of Melina's gentle power; would her spirit be consumed as a result?
"Would it be bad for you to use that power to help me?"

He didn't finish his sentence.

Melina's gaze had quietly shifted to the distance, landing on the golden tree that radiated eternal light. Her profile appeared hazy and distant in the daylight.

"No need to worry about it, fulfilling the agreement is my choice."

Her soft voice was carried away by the wind and became almost inaudible:
"The road ahead is still long."
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"why is it you again?"

The old man raised his head, glanced at Lu Mingfei, and his rough voice carried a hint of helplessness:
"It's only been a few days, if the armor gets back into that state again..."

"no no no"

Lu Mingfei quickly waved his hand, pointing to his dented breastplate and the arm guards covered in slashes, then raised the Storm Knight Greatsword in his hand:

"This time it's much easier! Just a little repair here and here is all that's needed, and these two greatswords also need to be sharpened."

The mixed-race blacksmith didn't ask any more questions, but simply gestured with his chin towards the workbench beside him:
"The rules remain the same, so take them all off."

Lu Mingfei did as instructed, deftly removing his armor and placing it, along with the pair of nicked swords of the Lost Knights, next to the felt.

Xiu Gu raised his large, scarred, and calloused hand to examine the scorch marks on his breastplate by the firelight.

"Dragonfire again. And remnants of divinity."

He muttered to himself, and with his other hand, he instinctively grabbed the hammer:
"Same as always, wait, come back to pick it up at this time tomorrow."

Lu Mingfei nodded. He knew the old blacksmith's skills; they were absolutely unique and reliable, so there was no need to worry.

He turned to leave, and just as Lu Mingfei was about to step out of the workshop, a dull knocking sound came from behind him, and the blacksmith's voice pierced through the sparks:
"Kid," Xiu Gu's voice, mingled with the clanging of metal, was devoid of emotion, "did you win?"

Lu Mingfei stopped in his tracks, but didn't turn around. He simply responded with a curt "Yes."
"Ah."

In the glow of the furnace fire, Xiu Gu's hammer-wielding motion seemed to freeze for a moment, a barely perceptible look of surprise flashing across his wrinkled face. His throat bobbed, as if he were swallowing back some words.

In the end, he simply pounded the hammer harder against the red-hot iron sheet, and the clanging sound suddenly became louder, instantly drowning out all other sounds in the workshop.

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