Dragon Raja: Lu Mingfei's Dimensional Gate

The researchers called security to carry Parsi out, so as not to offend their eyes and affect their research.

"What's going on with EVA?" Fingel couldn't help but ask.

“This symptom is similar to ‘possession by a ghost,’ but there are no ghosts in the ice cellar of Kassel College, and the dragon corpse is already dead. I can’t figure out what’s going on. Perhaps it’s some unknown force.”

“An unknown power.” Fingel recalled Lu Mingfei’s indifferent expression.

This seems to be Lu Mingfei's ability...

Can it work even at such a distance?

Terrifying! Terrifying!

Lu Mingfei was waiting for his plane at the airport when EVA called him.

"Principal Angers has a brief respite. He has already begun dealing with the theft of the dragon's corpse. He expressed his deep disgust at the theft and said that the ice cellar is an experimental site for studying how hybrids can defeat dragons, not a place for the board of directors to expand their own power. Moreover, the various experiments in the ice cellar are highly dangerous, so even if Percy dies in the ice cellar, hindering the great cause of slaying dragons, he deserves it."

"So, is Percy dead or not?" Lu Mingfei asked.

"No, but he's gone mad."

"How did he go crazy?"

"He 'accidentally' opened the tape containing the 'murderous incantation' and collapsed because he couldn't withstand the power."

"Oh, what a pity, he just went mad." Lu Mingfei said regretfully.

"The vice principal has deciphered the second alchemical matrix and interpreted its meaning. Professor Guderian has analyzed what the villagers' prayers are."

"I'm about to board, send me an email."

Ding dong.

Lu Mingfei boarded the plane with his luggage, along with Chu Zihang, Finger, Zero, and others.

Open your email.

What comes into view is Guderian's analysis.

After regaining his senses, Guderian's mental state improved significantly after using "Killing Words," and he began to analyze the linguistic materials that Lu Mingfei had once again sent him.

He compared the words and forms of the prayer with all the languages ​​in the world, but found them to be very similar to those of the Dragon script, and even more concise and accessible.

At the risk of going insane again, Guderian compared the two to the "Word of Killing" and found that they had a fundamental similarity. The two words had been largely removed to remove the maddening elements and only some of the pronunciations were retained.

The second document was the alchemical matrix deciphered by the vice principal.

The metallic element corresponds to bronze, and the bronze of the King of Fire is actually a metal. Moreover, this alchemical matrix is ​​closer to the origin than the previous flesh and blood matrix.

By combining the two alchemical matrices, the vice principal drew a conclusion.

The two alchemical matrices are not the effect of revival.

It is a beacon.

They can locate and pinpoint a place.

He speculated that the core alchemical matrix should have an "open" effect.

"Open?"

Lu Mingfei's mind was filled with this word.

My eyes twitched, the voices of the village chief and Chishuo echoed in my mind, and all I could hear was the endless buzzing of bees.

"The Holy Lord is in the deepest part of Paradise."

"The Holy Lord voluntarily entered Heaven and had the four archangels maintain order on Earth."

“Every move the Holy Lord makes will cause the collapse of the mortal world.”

"After I die, my soul will return to the embrace of the Lord."

......

"So everything about them is real? They are in Nibelungen, quietly waiting to return to the mortal realm? And the Lord of Bronze and Fire is the mastermind this time?"

"If the story of the four amiable dragon kings and the Black King is true, then what about our tyrannical Black King and the dragon kings who kill each other?"

"Then why do we slay dragons? To kill dragons that have been kind to us out of gratitude?"

"Which one is true? Which one is false?"

Chapter 215 The Mistress of a Thousand-Year-Old Family Falls in Love with Me?

"I can't tell, I can't tell..."

"Boss, what can't you tell?" Fingel was awakened by Lu Mingfei's low murmur as he took off his eye mask.

"Go to sleep."

"Oh." Fingel looked at Lu Mingfei suspiciously.

"Boss, these people have probably been brainwashed, you don't need to worry," he reassured him, still somewhat uneasy.

Even though Lu Mingfei possesses almost unparalleled strength, he is still just a freshman in college.

"Ah."

Lu Mingfei closed his eyes and began to think.

He currently suspects that the world he is in now is a modified world, not just erasing the existence of Chu Zihang's father, but a global influence that erases certain existences through records and memories.

He wasn't sure whether the altered version was still true.

Whether the "real world" he saw was real remains to be verified.

Or perhaps, this is merely a simulator used to simulate the world where the tyrannical dragon race has vanished without a trace.

Lu Mingfei put away his wild imagination.

I went to the bathroom and washed my face.

He noticed that his eyes were flashing with an abnormal golden light. Fortunately, there were only a few of them on the plane this time, and no one paid attention to this small matter.

He patted his head like he was patting an old-fashioned television set, and his gleaming golden eyes were quickly "fixed".

He took out the gold rings strung together from his neck, gently stroked them, and looked at the words of blessing on them, which stirred up his emotions.

Liu Yanyan's smiling face and the way she leaned on his shoulder flashed before his eyes, but he felt no joy at all, only endless melancholy.

Will I be able to get back alive?

There is a big difference between the Black King being resurrected and the Black King still being alive and entering from Nibelungen.

Resurrection implies a period of weakness.

The fact that he is still alive means that the Black King's strength has been constantly increasing over thousands of years, and he has never experienced a period of weakness. He may even have a second or third stage.

Lu Mingfei put the gold ring back and placed it close to his heart.

Back in my seat, I closed my eyes and waited quietly for the plane to arrive in the Chinese capital.

......

After getting off the plane, Lu Mingfei finally returned to the embrace of his motherland. Even though there was a girl here who wanted to strangle him, he still couldn't let go of this place.

Fingel pushed up his sunglasses and observed everything. He noticed a girl looking in his direction, and her appearance was unforgettable. His desire to share prompted him to call out to Lu Mingfei.

"Boss, that girl in black stockings is really pretty. Her shapely legs are perfect, as are her slender waist and her big, just-right 'twin deer' breasts. And her face is so much prettier than Nono's. But this face... I feel like I've seen it somewhere before."

“Of course you’ve seen her. She is Nuwa, the head of the Zhou family. If you look at her with such a frivolous gaze, she would throw you into a pit of ten thousand snakes and let hundreds or thousands of poisonous snakes bite you to death.” Lu Mingfei waved his hand and greeted Nuwa, who had transformed into human form.

He rarely saw Nuwa walking outside in human form; she was almost always in the form of a snake's tail.

This is the first time I've ever seen this.

"Boss, you have to save me! I'm your little brother. With your relationship with her, you can save me with just a word."

Nuwa rolled her eyes at Fingal, "Look at me again and I'll gouge your eyes out."

“I’m sorry, I never imagined there could be such a beautiful girl like you in the world. I couldn’t help but take a few extra glances. Please forgive me if I have offended you.” Fingel bowed politely.

Nuwa smiled slightly at the praise.

"You German are quite the smooth talker. I'll forgive your previous flippancy, unlike some people who just offer information that makes people spend a whole day and night researching."

"Thank you for your understanding." Fingel was relieved to have escaped unscathed.

He had learned that the Zhou family descended from the Ji family thousands of years ago, a family that had prospered for thousands of years, and they were local tyrants here.

"Do you remember what I told you before?" Nuwa looked at Lu Mingfei with her bright, beautiful eyes.

"You want me to go to the forbidden area?" Lu Mingfei thought for a moment.

"No!" Before Nuwa could finish speaking, her fists had already pounded into Lu Mingfei's chest, sending the unsuspecting Lu Mingfei flying.

She jumped without any ladylike manners and landed on Lu Mingfei, who had just landed.

"Wait..." Lu Mingfei suddenly remembered that if they met again, he would be strangled to death.

"Go to hell! Go to hell!" Nuwa's fair and delicate fingers wrapped around Lu Mingfei's neck and pinched him hard, making him unable to speak.

They kept shaking Lu Mingfei's neck, causing the back of his head to hit the solid ground with a crisp sound, making it clear to anyone who heard it that it was a good head.

At Kyoto Airport, a boy was sitting on a girl and being strangled by the neck, but no one intervened.

"So the boss likes this kind of thing, he's a bottom, he likes being passive, and Miss Wa is the top... 'My awesome boyfriend is a weak bottom', 'The mistress of a thousand-year-old family falls in love with me domineeringly'..." Fingel slapped his hand as if he suddenly realized.

In those few short seconds, his keen knack for creating news was awakened, and he came up with headlines one after another, but many of them could not pass the censorship because they were too explicit and full of physical contact.

Chu Zihang pursed his lips and stared at Lu Mingfei, his clenched fists relaxing.

Not only can following Lu Mingfei satisfy the bloodlust deep within one's being, but one can also occasionally enjoy plenty of gossip.

Zero stared at the two people, one above the other, with a complicated expression.

"Clap clap clap."

Lu Mingfei's face turned red, and he frantically pounded the ground with his hands to indicate his surrender.

Nuwa released his neck with satisfaction, sat up, straightened her slightly disheveled skirt and misaligned black stockings, and stood up from Lu Mingfei.

Lu Mingfei rubbed his neck, which was red from being pinched. The feeling was neither painful nor itchy, but rather... not excitement, really not excitement.

Nuwa shook her slightly rosy palm; Lu Mingfei's skin was really thick.