Dragon Raja: Lu Mingfei's Dimensional Gate

The windows of every household were lit by the unique glow of kerosene lamps. The children peered out from their windows, watching the young talents dressed in strange clothes. Under the children's bright eyes and the adults' wary expressions, they arrived at the home of the village chief, the only wealthy household in the village.

The village chief had spent a day preparing enough space for them to pitch their tents.

This may be a protracted battle.

"Aren't there any mixed-race people here?" Lu Mingfei suspected that there might be hidden mixed-race people among these people, after all, the previous incident at the nightclub was still fresh in his mind.

“I checked with everyone, from elderly people who are paralyzed and unable to move to newborn babies, one by one, and found that no one was of mixed race.”

Wan Boqian pulled the tent ropes and, together with the others, set up the tent.

Lu Mingfei hammered the long nail into the soil in no time.

Is there anything strange about this place?

“No strange places…does a strange church count?” Wan Boqian took out her sleeping bag. She was exhausted after a day of travel, and her eyelids were already starting to droop and would soon stick together uncontrollably.

"Take me...where is it? I'll go see for myself." Lu Mingfei looked back at the village. The tallest building in the village cast a long shadow on the ground under the moonlight. Its dark walls were hard to spot from the lush green forest unless you looked closely.

Wan Boqian pointed in a direction, then became drowsy and drifted off to sleep.

"Finger, senior brother, Caesar, protect them well," Lu Mingfei instructed the people who were assigning shifts for night watch.

"Brother Fei, you don't need to take care of the night watch. Leave it to us," Fingel assured, patting his chest.

One should always be wary of others; resting in an unfamiliar place is the most dangerous thing.

Lu Mingfei left the group and entered the wooden church with its dark exterior. Inside, however, the interior was mostly white, with red, yellow, and blue forming dazzling patterns, like abstract paintings.

It could be vaguely discerned as a massive life form, but it was impossible to determine exactly what it was.

The village chief, whom I had met once before, knelt before the pulpit with his hands clasped together, his eyes closed in devout prayer, looking every bit the pious believer.

The pulpit was empty; there was no Bible, no cross, nothing else. Behind the pulpit was a huge abstract painting.

He prayed for more than ten minutes before he stood up from the ground and sat in a chair to the side.

Upon seeing this, Lu Mingfei turned on the simultaneous translation.

“You’re their leader, aren’t you?” the village chief said in English.

Lu Mingfei removed the simultaneous interpreter's mask. The language used in the previous prayer was quite different, and he couldn't tell what it was. It must be a minor language.

“You can think of it that way.” Lu Mingfei’s English was quite good.

"Are you here to search for sacred sites?" the village chief asked, sounding like a devout preacher.

"what is that?"

The village chief was not surprised by Lu Mingfei's complete ignorance. He began to introduce Lu Mingfei with great skill, as if he were successfully preaching to many people.

“Relics are creations made by angels when they descend. Some are patterns, some are objects. Relics even contain the means to ascend to heaven. We have searched for them, but to no avail.”

“A miracle is one of the ways that God allows people to remain on Earth and access the path to Heaven, which is performed by the four archangels or their angels.”

"There is no pain, no hunger, no suffering in Heaven, only eternal happiness. The one and only Lord allows everyone to enter Heaven. If a traveler enters, he will be rewarded by the four archangels or the high priest, becoming their attendant and serving them."

"Holy Lord?" Lu Mingfei then remembered a certain round stone that was known for breaking its promises.

"What is the image of this Holy Lord?"

He had heard something similar about this sovereign before from the guardians of the flesh-and-blood alchemy matrix, except that he was the only supreme being.

These people are just ordinary people and shouldn't have had any contact with the world of mixed-race people.

But the four archangels and the high priest—this strange combination forced Lu Mingfei to be cautious.

Perhaps some mixed-race individuals brainwash ordinary people, making them believe in the dragon race.

Seeing that Lu Mingfei was interested in the Holy Lord, the village chief's passion for preaching was rekindled, and he began to speak eloquently.

"The Holy Lord is very majestic. His body can reach the clouds while standing on the earth. He has existed alone for countless years. Feeling lonely, He created the White Priests to keep him company. His breath is fire, so He created the Angel of Fire. His breath is wind, so He created the Angel of Wind. His fingernails created the Angel of Earth. His sweat created the Angel of Water. These four angels govern the four elements and maintain peace on earth."

“Every move the Holy Lord makes will cause cracks in the world, so the merciful Holy Lord created Heaven. He entered into the stable and eternal Heaven, leaving peace and tranquility to the mortal world, and leaving the four archangels to continue to maintain peace and select those who can enter that stable and eternal Heaven.”

"As long as you serve the Lord with your heart and soul, you will receive the attention of the angels, be blessed, and become a follower. Only by becoming a follower can you truly qualify to enter Heaven."

"Only then can one escape this miserable mortal world, escape the mortal world shrouded in suffering, hunger, lust, and disaster, and become a servant of the angels, a member of the angels."

The village chief's expression was full of longing as he looked at the huge mural on the wall and knelt down before the pulpit again to pray.

Lu Mingfei glanced again at the huge creature on the wall. He could tell it had a head, four or more arms, and three or two legs and a tail.

It can only read out this information.

In many ways, it coincides with the Dragon Clan. The Holy Lord and the Four Archangels in this story are portrayed as positive figures, unlike the evil Dragon Clan who are always ready to attack.

"I will destroy the world! I will take my revenge! I will make those traitors pay the price!"

Such tone creates a huge contrast.

It's hard not to suspect whether this is just a fabrication by the mixed-race people, or simply a creator god imagined by these people, along with the four archangels under Him.

It sounded pretty normal, and Lu Mingfei silently made a mental note of it, thinking he might need it someday.

......

The next day.

After a night of rest and a long day of work, Wan Boqian regained her energy and, with a pained expression, began another day of grueling searching.

Under Wan Boqian's guidance, Nuonuo began to find clues and start profiling.

After repeated overturning and re-enactment, Nono's findings led to a conclusion.

Pointing to the pile of rocks on the mountaintop.

The logistics personnel used a detector to search around and found a small alchemical matrix, which seemed to have traces of blood flowing on it.

They notified Lu Mingfei to come over.

"I've heard that high-bloodline blood can activate many alchemical devices and alchemical matrices."

“That’s what I heard too,” Fingel nodded.

"Then we'll have Senior Brother Laufingel."

"Huh? Me? I'm just an F-rank trash, completely useless," Fingel waved his hand and stepped back.

When he saw Lu Mingfei studying the alchemical matrix with great interest, he knew that his resistance was as helpless as an ant fighting against a human, and that he had no other choice.

“Okay, I’ll do it.” Fingel swiped his palm.

Blood dripped onto the alchemical matrix, and suddenly a square-shaped object rose up beneath their feet, lifting them all up.

Lu Mingfei jumped down to take a look and found that it was an elevator, a unique elevator with a special matrix of alchemy and a structure of modern technology. The strange combination was astonishing.

"The mission target has been found; it's down below."

The roar of a ferocious beast seemed to emanate from the elevator shaft, so piercing and chilling that it sent shivers down one's spine.

Lu Mingfei was very familiar with this voice; it was the voice of the snake-like deadpool when it was angry. It seemed that the blood that activated the alchemical matrix was contaminated, and it was eager to devour the blasphemers.

“I, senior brother, Fingel, go down. You guys prevent Deadpool from escaping and endangering the villagers and other support staff.”

"No!" Caesar stepped forward.

Chapter 211 Is this even human?

"Oh? If you want to follow, then follow. I don't care," Lu Mingfei said indifferently.

He didn't care. Even if Caesar went mad, it would only cause a little trouble, not as much trouble as Chu Zihang and Fingel.

Standing quietly in the elevator that combines alchemical matrices with modern technology, I await Caesar's decision.

"As... ah?" Caesar was surprised by Lu Mingfei's attitude.

He had long prepared a lengthy speech, hoping to persuade these people with his superb eloquence, but at this moment, Lu Mingfei's words shattered his plans.

He didn't care whether he would go along or whether he could help with the operation. This unspoken disdain made him feel vaguely uncomfortable.

This is absolutely not something a loser should say.

He's already said it, there's no reason for him to take it back.

Caesar endured the second gaze from someone other than his family that made him uncomfortable.

This discomfort, this disdain, was something I had never experienced before...

Are you still coming downstairs with me?

While Caesar was momentarily stunned, Lu Mingfei asked again.

“Of course we’ll go.” Caesar stepped into the peculiar elevator and followed the three of them down.

Susie took out her HK416 rifle and removed the tranquilizer dart from Frigga. This mission was a life-or-death struggle, not child's play. Countless snake-like Deadpools, controlled by bloodthirsty genes, were driven only by the instinct to kill. They wouldn't reason with you or wait for you to change the magazine.

Equipped with explosive rounds produced by the Equipment Department, each round contains a substance highly toxic to dragons. The powerful impact can easily penetrate the body of Deadpool hybrids, and even pierce the skin of weaker dragons, allowing the toxic substance to gradually kill them.

Zero was carrying a small submachine gun and was also reloading.

Nono, with a sniper rifle slung over her shoulder, said, "You two better watch out."

The personnel from the executive branch surrounded the exit, layer upon layer, with even former Navy SEALs working as school janitors on high alert, armed to the teeth.

As the elevator descended, the roaring sounds grew increasingly intense.

The angry voice made Fingel tremble. He squatted on the ground, gripping Lu Mingfei's arm tightly with both hands, chanting all the faiths he knew, chanting "God bless you" for a while, chanting "Amitabha" for a while, and singing "Infinite Heavenly Venerable".

“The closest one is fifty meters away.” Caesar drew his beloved sword, Dictator, its black blade adorned with intricate patterns, half a meter long, the edge gleaming coldly under the light.

Lu Mingfei also took out his personal one-handed sword, the Sword of Harper. As for the built-in alchemical domain, whether it was activated or not would not be of much help to him.

He nurtured it with spiritual power, attached it with telekinesis, and fed it with Qi, so that the Harper's Sword could maintain extremely high strength and sharpness even in its normal state.

The sound of metal scraping came from the bottom of the elevator, and the sound kept moving, as if Deadpool had already boarded the elevator.

“Two!” Caesar pointed to the bottom of the elevator.

Chu Zihang skillfully pinpointed the location of the snake-like Deadpool's head, drew his Murasame sword, and swiftly thrust it into the elevator. The tip of the sword sparked as it struck the bottom of the elevator, leaving no scratches on the ground.

"Could this entire elevator be an alchemical creation?" Fingel asked, tapping on the elevator.

"This possibility cannot be ruled out."

The sound of claws sliding at the bottom of the elevator was incessant, but they were unable to penetrate the weapons at the bottom of the elevator, enduring the sound until the elevator crashed to the ground.