Lu Mingfei starts from Douluo

Chapter 406 Resurrection

The lights in the Paradise Pavilion suddenly went out, and the darkness of the mountain dusk completely enveloped the entire world.

Fingel and Sakurai Kogure were standing at the door when they saw a dark figure appear silently in the corridor.

The mixed-race people's vision allowed them to clearly see the shadowy figure wearing a snow-white noble mask on your face, which, in this moment, had a bit of a Japanese horror movie feel to it.

"Gambler, depravity, arrogance, desire, life." The dark figure spread his arms slightly, his voice gradually rising from a low tone to a high one, the black haori expanding his figure and aura to the limit.

"What a wonderful night." With a deep, long exhale, a wisp of white mist emerged from the fangs of the Noh mask.

"Your Majesty," Sakurai Kogure bowed respectfully.

Fingel's muscles were tense and he remained silent; he had definitely encountered some formidable old monster.

"Heh heh." The shadowy figure chuckled softly in an aged voice, not even bothering to glance at Fingel.

Sakurai Kogure respectfully opened the door.

Lu Mingfei and Kazama Ruri were sitting at the gambling table drawing joker cards when they saw the newcomer slowly put down his hole cards.

Kazama Ruri once said that just one glance at her makes one feel nauseous.

Lu Mingfei now says that what he said was indeed not an exaggeration at all.

King!

The true supreme leader of the Fierce Ghosts, the one who wields the power of darkness.

"It seems most of the guests have arrived tonight." Sakurai Kogure closed the door, and Wang Jiang strode towards the gambling table, each step as steady as a nail driven into the ground. He sat in a triangular position opposite the two men, looking at them from afar.

"Liuli, what a disappointment." The king sighed softly, his arrogance as a superior being on full display with just his words.

But he certainly deserves it; this blissful hell is merely one of his insignificant pastimes.

Everything here is in his hands; life, money, desire, violence—like invisible threads—are manipulated and played with by him.

"If you're really going to be disappointed, then I'll be clapping my hands in delight," Kazama Ruri sneered.

Wang Jiang shook his head: "And what about you, Lu Mingfei? You knew this place was a trap, so why did you still come?"

"Of course, it's to kill you." Lu Mingfei nodded calmly. He glanced out the window; it was completely dark outside.

"That's quite an honor. My Dragon King, the best S-class freshman at Kassel College, and the arrogant emperor of the Snake Clan have all come to kill me tonight." The king leaned back slightly and chuckled, seemingly in a very good mood.

But Lu Mingfei just felt that this old man really talked a lot.

Fortunately, that's enough of the nonsense.

The roar of helicopter rotors finally echoed from the other side of the mountain.

"Young spirit, indeed, can't wait a moment longer." Wang Jiang also looked out the window. The mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind. How interesting.

The king smiled and raised a finger from beneath his black feather robe: "But what about the oriole? It too cannot escape the fate of being swallowed by the snake. In the end, what decides everything is absolute violence."

"Lu Mingfei, do you think you have that kind of power?" Wang Jiang gestured with his finger as if to fire a gun.

The next moment, the blade flashed like fire, and Kazama Ruri's golden eyes burned with intensity as she slashed towards the king's neck.

Lu Mingfei had never seen such a fierce blade of light before, as if it were venting all the hatred that had been poured out of the three mountains and five peaks.

A sonic boom ripped through the air, and black haori fluttered down, revealing the dark blue scales of the Dead Servants beneath him. But under Kazama Ruri's sword light, the scales were no match for the wrathful strike of the Hybrid Emperor. Even a second-generation prince could not dodge or block it.

Upon hearing the noise, Sakurai Kogure and Fingel immediately opened the door, only to find the mutated torso of the King broken in two, and a giant crimson painting splashed on the wall behind him like ink on a landscape.

"What happened?" Fingel raised an eyebrow. He was not shocked by the death, but by the fact that a seemingly BSS-level figure had finally appeared. He had already planned the sensational headline for the school forum tomorrow, but the person was instantly killed.

Strike so many poses and spout so much nonsense, is it all just for laughs?

However, before Fingel could finish complaining, the sound of a helicopter had already reached their airspace, and tens of tons of fuel poured down like a waterfall.

"What the hell?" Fingel's eyes widened.

"He's just a puppet. There's no time to explain. Get out of here!" Lu Mingfei said.

Upon hearing the order to run away, Fingel immediately carried it out without hesitation. However, just as he rushed into the corridor, he was struck by lightning and stood frozen in place.

"This is outrageous!"

From the depths of the corridor, applause rang out, like a nursery rhyme in the prelude to a ghost story. The nightmarish masks of the nobles looked menacing under the lights.

"As you wish, let's fight!" As the king's applause stopped, a burly man dressed in black surged up the stairs. His golden eyes gleamed behind his sunglasses, and a layer of fine scales appeared on his neck and hands.

More footsteps echoed inside and outside the house, in the basement, cellar, and even the air-raid shelter. Wang had deployed hundreds of members of the Ghost Clan here, all of whom were equipped with "Motorov Cocktails".

From the very beginning, both sides knew that today's banquet was a trap, but neither had any reason to refuse to attend.

"I admit that the power of the Snake-Headed Eight Families is indeed not to be underestimated, but you are still too arrogant to actually dare to come here to die." The king laughed wildly, only wanting to lure the Snake-Headed Eight Families here. He did not expect that not only did he send Genjiro, but also Lu Mingfei of unknown origin.

"You think these people can pose a threat to me?" Kazama Ruri drew his sword. He had killed a king, so he knew very well that the other party had a substitute. Based on his observations over the years, he deduced that it was most likely some kind of unknown spiritual power.

As long as it's a Word of Power, there are limitations on its domain. Now the entire mountain is surrounded by the Self-Defense Forces and the Snake Clan. Even if they dig three feet into the ground and flatten the entire mountain, they will surely be able to find the true King.

Kazama Ruri transformed into lightning and charged towards the king. No matter how many puppets there were, he would kill them all. At this moment, he and the enraged dragon king were unstoppable and were about to destroy everything in front of them.

However, the king suddenly laughed, and everyone present could feel the chilling smile beneath the mask.

He suddenly raised the clapper in his hand, and the two small wooden sticks transformed into some kind of musical instrument in his palm, producing a strange "puffing" sound.

Ruri Kazama's leaping figure suddenly crashed to the ground like a kite with a broken string.

The furious majesty receded like the tide as the clapper sounded. Ruri Kazama fell to the ground, convulsing and rolling in pain, her face sometimes contorted in rage, sometimes in confusion, and occasionally filled with the terror of seeing hell.

The once arrogant and extremely evil demon instantly prostrated itself on the ground. The members of the Fierce Demon Clan simply could not imagine that their Dragon King could be so vulnerable.

"Take the Dragon King to the air-raid shelter. As for the other three, kill them all. I'm going to meet Amaterasu no Mikoto." The king sneered, issuing the order that would decide everyone's fate with a wave of his hand.

Time Zero is indeed powerful. If it were Hilbert Jean Angers who appeared here, he might be even more wary. But how strong can a mere brat be?

Compared to these irrelevant people, Genjiro is more important; he is the best supplement for restoring the god's power.

"Bang!" A muffled sound suddenly came from the opposite side. Wang Jiang's pupils shrank. It turned out that Lu Mingfei had suddenly leaned against the wall next to him to support himself so that he would not fall.

"Junior brother! Junior brother!" Fingel shook his shoulder anxiously.

Lu Mingfei suddenly saw a black figure standing in front of him. Looking up, he saw a pair of beautiful golden eyes. Behind him, it seemed as if an iron gate was being violently pounded, as if some demon was trying to break free and tear the world to pieces.

"Interesting." Wang Jiang's eyes suddenly lit up. This S-class student from Kassel College actually reacted to his clapper sound?

He suddenly resumed striking, and the ancient, yet enchanting sound echoed once more.

Countless fragments flashed through Lu Mingfei's mind, and finally, an emotion overflowed from the bottom of his heart uncontrollably—anger, boundless anger!

"No, that's not right." The king suddenly stopped playing the clapper, and everyone felt as if something heavy was pressing on their chests, making it hard to breathe.

Lu Mingfei heard someone call him brother; it was Lu Mingze's voice. When he turned around, he saw only Lu Mingze hanging on a cross, his body pierced by a spear, crimson blood dripping down his little leather shoes.

Overwhelmed by grief and rage, Lu Mingfei couldn't help but let out a hysterical roar! A vast dragon's might surged from his molten golden eyes, as if a raging dragon was howling.

"Knock, knock, knock, knock your mother's ass!" The domain of Time Zero instantly covered the entire mountainside, and all sounds came to an abrupt halt at that moment.

Lu Mingfei originally thought he had become so numb that he would never feel sadness again, but it turned out that he had always been just incredibly fragile.

Yuan Zhisheng suddenly shivered. He glanced at his watch. The helicopter had already completed the oil-splashing operation. According to the original plan, Lu Mingfei would ignite the fuel immediately after the timer evacuated as a signal for the general attack. However, two minutes had passed and there was still no movement on the mountainside. Something was definitely wrong.

Suddenly, Genjiro's phone started buzzing; it was Ryoma Genichiro.

"Young Master, something terrible has happened! Hundreds of Dead Servants have emerged from the sewers of Tokyo. They are all snake-shaped and dragon-shaped Dead Servants. They are besieging Genji Heavy Industries and the Prime Minister's residence. Fortunately, the Principal was prepared and arranged for the Self-Defense Forces to be secretly stationed nearby."

"Snake-like Deadpool!" Genji's pupils contracted, and he instantly thought of the secret research base hidden in the sewers of Genji Heavy Industries.

"Where is Tachibana Masamune?" Genji asked.

"The patriarch left the building around noon and hasn't returned yet; we can't get in touch with him."

"Damn it! He's not the patriarch, he's a sinner!" Genji gritted his teeth and hung up the phone. Principal Angers told him that Genji was innocent and that Tachibana Masamune had problems, but he didn't believe it. If Tachibana Masamune was the manipulator behind all this, then it makes sense.

"Attention all personnel, launch a full-scale attack!" Genji immediately connected to the combat channel. He had to eliminate the Oni Clan and the King immediately before returning to Tokyo.

A pickup truck equipped with a heavy machine gun at the rear instantly turned on its headlights and sped up the mountain.

A huge flame instantly illuminated the night sky, and the Paradise Pavilion was suddenly engulfed in flames.

At the same time, a cold yet inexplicably authoritative male voice suddenly came through the communication channel: "This is Lu Mingfei. The operation is over. Arrange for a helicopter immediately. We need to return to Tokyo right away."

-

The city was shrouded in torrential rain, neon lights flickered incessantly in the streets and alleys, and countless screams echoed throughout the bustling heart of Tokyo.

Although the Deadpools were manipulated to besiege Genji Tower, they didn't intend to let go of any blood-based supplements they passed by.

The serpentine Deadpool, as massive as a giant ape, slithered swiftly through the paralyzed traffic, its slick belly rubbing against the ground, before being struck in the chest by a mercury-filled bullet from the Self-Defense Forces and collapsing to the ground.

The Snake Clan and the Self-Defense Forces launched a series of attacks around Genji's heavy industry and residence. Faced with a large number of professional combat troops and specially made mercury bullets, the Deadpools suffered heavy losses.

However, the dragon-shaped Deadpool with wings still caused enormous damage and casualties. The bulletproof glass curtain wall of Genji Heavy Industries was instantly pierced by Deadpool's corrosive bodily fluids and claws.

Whether it was due to bloodline or other reasons, the floor where the head of the Uesugi family lived was clearly the most heavily attacked place.

"Damn it!" Uesugi Kotsugu brandished his sword with both hands, the blades drawing perfect arcs. The two-times top-notch swordsmanship was brought to its peak in the hands of the hybrid emperor. Even if Miyamoto Musashi were to be resurrected, he would be cut down with a single strike.

Beside him were Caesar and Chu Zihang. They were initially worried about so many terrifying Deadpools, but seeing Uesugi Yue easily chop the dragon-shaped Deadpool into pieces as if cutting melons and vegetables, they were quite surprised.

Even someone as proud as Caesar had to admit that the Half-Blood King was truly amazing compared to ordinary half-bloods like them!

"What's wrong?" While they were reloading, and even had a chance to chat, Caesar noticed that Chu Zihang's expression seemed quite grim. "The principal clearly made preparations in advance, so everything will be fine. It's just that Genji Heavy Industries has been exposed, which is a bit troublesome."

"That's not what I'm worried about." Chu Zihang shook his head. Deadpool was terrifying, but it was impossible to wipe out Genji Heavy Industries with those things. "I just feel like something's off, but I can't quite put my finger on it."

Lu Mingfei, Yuan Zhisheng, and the principal have all left Tokyo. This trap of luring someone into a snare seems too deliberate. Why would the other party fall for it so easily?

"Wait, isn't Mr. Schneider also absent?" Chu Zihang suddenly remembered something.

"Minister Schneider is in Yamanashi Prefecture. He's going to direct the Self-Defense Forces' deployment." Caesar suddenly thought of something, but immediately shook his head. The security there was for dealing with the descent of God, and it was much more stringent than Genji Heavy Industries. It was impossible for anything to go wrong.

Suddenly, a flash of blue light was reflected in the dark clouds, illuminating the entire sky.

That was ground light.

Norma's chilling warning voice instantly resounded throughout the entire Genji Heavy Industries.

Earthquake warning, magnitude 7.3.

Meanwhile, a king wearing a nobleman's mask is at a hot spring hotel at the foot of Mount Fuji, where he is pressurizing and pumping a huge bucket of blood into the hot spring opening.

That was the toxic blood that Kazama Ruri and Uesugi Erii had expelled from their bodies through treatment over the years, but for the gods, it was holy blood that replenished themselves.

The earthquake at this time is a sign that God has been awakened by the blood of God.

"Very well, even if only the instincts of a beast remain, it is enough to destroy everything." The king grinned maliciously.

The next moment, one after another, the snake-like Dead Servants, each carrying a high-strength plastic vessel resembling a wine barrel, swam into the widened hot spring entrance like fish.

At the same time, eight pairs of golden vertical eyes opened simultaneously within the underground passage. The terrifying spiritual energy instantly pierced through the earth and carried the sound waves of its roar into the sky, like an angel sounding the horn of doom.

The dragon of Satan has returned to the world today!