Lu Mingfei, become the king of gambling in dungeons!

Chapter 93 The Heart of War Drums (Final)

Lu Mingfei stepped into a collapsing sanctuary and walked along the long corridor toward the darkest abyss.

At the end, on a pure white cross, a bronze-carved blade of judgment pierced through Lu Mingze's chest.

The boy was covered in wounds, and blood gushed out like a waterfall, soaking the base of the sacred artifact into a deep red. The dying boy raised his head, with only two dried blood holes remaining in his eye sockets, yet he still gave him a gentle smile as always.

"Brother, you've finally come to see me!"

Looking at his familiar yet unfamiliar relatives, Lu Mingfei was deeply shaken. In a daze, he placed his hand on the sharp blade of the Judgment, wondering whether he should pull it out.

Suddenly, my heart aches terribly. The mistake that has been built into a mountain of iron is right before my eyes. Taking a step forward will lead to a grave error, and taking a step back will also lead to a grave error. It's as if loss is the theme song of his fate.

Time and space collapsed and reconstructed before him, but the nailed figure remained unchanged, gazing at him with lingering affection.

Next was a colossal black iron tower that reached straight to the sky. Wild beasts from the wasteland surrounded this tower, and the blood of demons turned into a long river, like a giant crimson serpent coiling around the tower and flowing all the way to the ends of the earth.

The boy in the tower tried helplessly to raise his hand to hug him, but the spear made of ancient tree branches on his chest caused carbonization on half of the boy's cheek, and half of his body was decaying.

The scene shifts again, and Lu Mingfei falls into the bronze-cast city of the dead. The enormous corpses of dragons are everywhere in the ancient bronze city. They are rebellious rebels, and their red-hot bones serve as eternal lamps. Headless bronze statues are everywhere, each one facing him.

He entered the hall amidst the prostrations of the bronze statues, and no one dared to stop him; he was the supreme ruler here. The hall was dimly lit, and the boy was nailed to the lonely black throne by the golden holy spear, his blood overflowing and staining the sea of ​​thorns beneath the throne crimson.

The scenes keep changing, but the characters remain the same: the silent man and the nailed boy, as thousands of years flow by.

"Brother, shall we switch?"

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Inside the main hall of the ancient bronze city, Lu Mingfei remained motionless for a long time. Lu Mingze looked at him with disappointment: "For ten thousand years, you have always accommodated me in everything else, but you have never easily given in on this matter."

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Touching the cold, golden holy spear with his hand, Lu Mingfei whispered, "Don't try to play the emotional card. I feel like you're the kind of younger brother who'll trick his soft-hearted older brother into buying health supplements when he gets old."

The boy who made the mistake murmured twice and lowered his head.

"With you like this, I'm finding it hard to bring myself to really beat you up." Lu Mingfei stood hesitantly before the black throne, reaching out to smooth the blood-stained thorns from the boy's back. He gave the answer the boy had been wanting all along, "To say we can make up is too naive. I'm already getting annoyed with you—"

Unbeknownst to him, strange black scales had grown all over Lu Mingfei's skin. He looked more like a devil than the boy on the throne, and even less acceptable to the world, but he seemed completely unaware of it.

"—Am I going to lose you?" the boy asked.

"I don't want to lose you, brother, do you really want to?" He stubbornly tried to break free from the Holy Lance's restraints, ignoring the carbonization that was about to spread throughout his body.

"Stop talking, I don't want to hear it. I don't buy health supplements, and don't try to sell me your life." This was the first time in Lu Mingfei's life that he had interrupted someone with such an impatient tone. "That's exactly what annoys me about you. Everything you do seems to revolve around me—do you even know how to love someone?"

"But—you're always hanging around me like this, so you probably really are my brother. I never knew I had such a bastard brother like you in this world."

Lu Mingfei quieted down, and for the first time in a long time, he fell into a somewhat confused state of mind.

He was actually used to being alone, and although he would sometimes complain, it was also nice to be able to go for a drive alone on the rooftop. But now, suddenly there was a younger brother who needed to be taken care of.

From now on, I'll share my toys with him, I'll move my butt on the rooftop to make room for him, and I'll work part-time to buy him a cake, candles, and a gift for his birthday.

We also have to worry about whether he knows how to fight back when he's being bullied, and whether anyone will come to his aid after he fights back.

Lu Mingfei recalled his experience of being forced to apologize by his aunt after fighting with the school bully in junior high school—he took a deep breath, feeling utterly exhausted.

Perhaps Lu Mingze was right about one thing: he really needed a good rest.

The world is actually quite kind to him.

Erii needs him to take her to see the outside world.

Lu Mingze also needs his education and salvation.

Besides, there are many people who need him, and somewhere in the world, there are people waiting for him.

Thinking about it this way, he no longer lacked reasons to move forward.

However, before we move forward—we need to deal with someone who's been making too many small moves.

The scene of memories from the ancient bronze city shattered with a crash, and the black monarch burst forth, his jet-black wings gleaming coldly in the moonlight, and he reached out with his sleeve to summon millions of tons of seawater.

He was extremely flawed, far inferior to his former self, but he was still the largest monster in the world.

The Kuroshio Current surges in under the moonlight, refilling the South China Sea trench.

Sleeve's golden eyes shone like the sun as she slashed her own palm with the Kusanagi sword, her precious blood staining the bone blade.

The bone sword emitted a buzzing sound.

Lu Mingfei, speaking in the tone of an "emperor," commanded the tailbone sword, granting it the judgment effects of "sure hit" and "seal." A fateful connection was established between Ama-no-Kurakumo and Lu Mingze, with several invisible white threads appearing to connect the sword tip to Lu Mingze's heart.

With the effects of "guaranteed hit" and "seal", he threw out the Ama-no-Murakumo, whose effect was no less than that of Gungnir from Norse mythology. The legendary spear of destiny was forged day and night by blacksmiths, with its handle made from a branch of the World Tree and its tip engraved with runes, giving it magical abilities.

Lu Mingfei created a similar object simply by saying one sentence.

The black dragon, an enemy, was pierced by fate on a sharp blade.

"I don't want any of your four quarter lives, do you think I'm willing to lose you?"

At this moment, He perfectly embodies the enraged red dragon "Lord Qiantang" from the story of Liu Yi: "There was a red dragon over a thousand feet long, with lightning eyes and a blood-red tongue, vermilion scales and fiery mane, a golden lock around its neck, and the lock was tied to a jade pillar. A thousand thunderbolts and ten thousand lightning bolts raged around its body, and sleet, snow, rain and hail all fell at once. Then it tore through the blue sky and flew away."

The mane generally refers to the mane of a lion or the small fins beside the chin of a fish. When that red dragon was angry, the mane on its neck burned like a raging fire. Its majesty was more than a thousand times that of a lion. No one in the world could resist its majesty.

Lu Mingfei greedily spoke of not wanting to lose it, then used the Kusanagi sword to pin the smaller black dragon to the Pacific Ocean, and then drew his fingers in the air.

With his sleeve, he drew an execution cross in the trench, and the surging black tide split the vast ocean, just as the Black King had executed the White King, but without such ruthlessness; He held back.

The battle was over. He retracted his black wings and landed in the sea. His blood-stained back healed, and the scales were hidden in his skin. With each step he took, he was turning towards a human.

When he reached Lu Mingze, who had been nailed to death by the Heavenly Cloud, he had turned back into a pale-faced boy, coughed sickly twice, rummaged through his backpack for warmer clothes, and took out two bags of potato chips.