Dragon Raja: Lu Mingfei's Dimensional Gate

Like a fiery meteor, it left only melted rubble in its wake.

Click, click!

Before Lu Mingfei's eyes, one mental barrier after another was broken through by the blazing fire dragon. The tough mental barriers could only stop the fire dragon for a moment.

The fire dragon was getting closer and closer to Lu Mingfei.

Sadako flashed in front of Lu Mingfei, her jet-black hair gathering and coalescing into a sphere the size of a person, blocking Lu Mingfei's path.

The fire dragon crashed through the last line of defense and charged at the black sphere that Sadako had transformed into.

Chi Shuo suddenly noticed that Lu Mingfei was not flustered; the slightly upturned corners of his mouth seemed to be smiling.

He discovered that his power was slowly disappearing, and he couldn't even break through the black sphere. Suddenly, strange flames rose from the ground. It was a pool of burning liquid, and the source of the liquid was his heart.

His previously healed skin had developed a large hole that stretched all the way down his back, allowing a clear view to see right to the back.

He twisted his long neck and looked back, only to find a one-handed sword hovering in the air, stabbing at his neck again with incredible speed, piercing through it and leaving a fist-sized piercing wound.

Chi Shuo spat out a mouthful of blood, which landed on the black sphere. Without the flames burning, the flames on his body gradually went out.

"So that's how it is. You never intended for that attack to succeed from the beginning, and you were willing to sacrifice an arm to kill me."

"admire!

"You are the one who makes the necessary sacrifices to achieve the goal!"

The flames on Chi Shuo's body were completely extinguished. He crashed to the ground, his golden eyes gradually dimming, and the lava beneath him extinguished at a visible speed.

He struggled to open his dragon mouth and uttered his last words.

"It's a pity we can't be friends anymore..."

His golden eyes vanished completely, leaving behind only a dragon corpse with its heart and neck pierced.

Sadako emerged from the black sphere, panting heavily. She waved her long black hair to cool down the entire space, and it took a long time to completely lower the temperature of the space, which was hot enough to kill a person.

Lu Mingfei slumped onto the still-warm ground.

"How long are you going to pretend to be dead? Pick up my sword!" Lu Mingfei shouted at a corner.

A small, cute head popped out from the corner, pouting as it flew to the side of Harper's Sword, which Lu Mingfei was unable to control.

"That was really close."

Only then did Lu Mingfei realize that he was sweating profusely, his clothes were instantly soaked.

"Ha, what's wrong? The danger has been averted, yet you're sweating. Are you still shaken?"

Before Lu Mingfei could make a move, Zhenzi's small hand wiped the sweat from Lu Mingfei's forehead and cheeks.

"My lord, you have worked hard."

"You've all worked hard too."

"Including me?" The eight-foot-tall man placed the Sword of Harper next to Lu Mingfei, his bitter face changing.

"Yes, you've all worked hard." Lu Mingfei lay on the floor, staring at the ceiling that was almost melting.

Silently pray, "Don't die."

A tingling, slightly painful sensation came from the severed arm. Soon, a sharp white bone spur pierced the skin and began to grow at a visible rate, with bits of scalded flesh peeling off.

"What should we do with this corpse?" asked the eight-foot-tall man.

She kicked the dragon corpse again and again, seemingly venting her anger.

"Wait a moment to handle this." Lu Mingfei switched the hand holding the Harper's Sword.

Fortunately, this one-handed sword is not ambidextrous, otherwise it would have been a big problem.

He had previously forged the Sword of Harper, refining it to the point where he could control it freely, but the blazing scales were too hard. He had to forge it again to improve his control so that it could pierce his body through the wound.

In the battle just now, all the flammable items in this room were reduced to ashes, including the suit and the book, which he intended to find out more information from.

Arriving at a door guarded by Chishuo, they pushed it open and entered.

There is some simple food and drinking water here.

Lu Mingfei grabbed a bottle of mineral water and gulped it down to replenish the water he had lost.

His throat regained its vitality after being moistened with water, and he no longer felt the pain of his throat about to split open.

He can build up his external defenses, but he's not very good at defending against attacks that target his internal organs.

Having achieved this level in such a short time, he already felt incredibly awesome.

But the problems we're facing right now are getting more and more difficult; we're still not strong enough, and we're still not fast enough.

Sadako emerged from the dragon corpse's head, came to Lu Mingfei's side, and gently shook her head.

"It has no soul."

"No soul?!"

Returning to the embrace of God?

This guy is serious; he can really return to God's embrace.

After a short rest, Lu Mingfei's strength and injuries had recovered to some extent. He looked up at the room.

A huge abstract painting composed of red, yellow, and blue occupies one wall, just like the abstract paintings enshrined in the village church.

They are all twisted, enormous life forms.

Lu Mingfei was stunned.

"They're all in cahoots!"

The people outside are in danger!

He turned around, ready to rush out.

On second thought, something's not right, something's very wrong!

Hybrids will not develop useless mortals; their pride will not extend to mortals.

But why the attitude of mortals, and the attitude of hybrids—no, they can no longer be called hybrids, having directly completed their full dragon transformation, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to call them humanoid dragons.

And their shared faith.

The One and Only Lord (or Holy Lord), the Four Archangels, and the White Priest.

So wouldn't this Lord be the Lord of Black?

Despite his poor academic performance, he doesn't recall having any direct belief in dragons.

This is what made Lu Mingfei feel very strange.

Lu Mingfei took a picture of the painting to preserve evidence before destroying it.

Chishuo seemed to have no intention of hiding anything; the door to the alchemy matrix was in this room. Perhaps he was too confident in his own strength.

Lu Mingfei pushed open the door. There was no foul smell, nor any patched-up flesh. The room was so clean and tidy that it made him wonder if he had come to the wrong place.

The ground was still covered by a massive alchemical matrix, which filled the entire space.

But... the texture of the matrix reflects something with a strange luster.

He stepped forward to examine it, took out his one-handed sword and stabbed it. It pierced through easily. He lifted it up and saw the smooth cut, the texture, and the familiar scent.

"Alchemy creation?!"

This entire alchemical matrix is ​​composed of alchemical creations.

Rather than flesh and blood.

What the hell does this happen?

The hybrids who wield the power of the Earth and Mountains use hybrid flesh and blood, while the captains who claim to be under the command of the Fire Angels use alchemical creations.

Will there also be a King of the Ocean and Water, and a King of the Sky and Wind?

What will they be?

While Lu Mingfei was thinking, he didn't forget to float into the air and take a picture of the alchemy matrix.

Then he put all the alchemical creations into his Devouring Pouch.

Wielding the Harper's Sword, he destroyed the alchemical matrix, quickly cutting off most of it.

After doing all this, I leaned against the wall and quietly waited for my arm to heal.

"Damn it, Fei-ge, help! Help me, Fei-ge!" Fingel's wailing voice rang out.

Lu Mingfei drew his sword and charged out.

Chapter 213 If the Black King hadn't died, what would it have been doing?

Fingel was covered in blood, and he could no longer tell whether it was his own or someone else's.

It was as if he had swum in a sea of ​​blood. He took off his clothes and wiped the blood off his face.

He sat on the last snake-like Deadpool, catching his breath.

He didn't remember how many he had killed; he only saw that Caesar was exhausted and had no strength left to fight.

Chu Zihang, however, was still checking for any snake-like dead servants he had missed, either piercing and crushing their hearts or severing their heads.

"The new generation washes the old generation away on the beach," Fingel sighed, standing up after briefly regaining some of his strength.

He had just heard a heart-shaking dragon's roar. Like a frightened rabbit hearing the roar of a tiger in the mountains, he was so frightened that he stood frozen on the spot, his legs trembling uncontrollably. If it weren't for his good physical condition, he probably would have already wet himself from fright.

The room remained completely silent until now, with only the interplay of cold and warm air emanating from the cracks.

For some reason, he suddenly mustered up his courage and walked into the room where the dragon's roar had once echoed.

It was not easy for a burly man to squeeze through the narrow, ceiling-connected doorway into the tiny gap.

Fingel finally squeezed in.

The first thing you see is molten stone that hasn't completely cooled down, leaving a long trail on the ground where a huge, dark object ends.

Four legs, and wings, and...

Fingel came to its front and saw a dragon head that was even bigger than his body.