Dragon Raja: Lu Mingfei's Dimensional Gate

Everywhere you looked was blood red, with metal debris and huge scales falling down.

Beneath the surface of the river, undercurrents surged, and everything that drifted down was swept about by the current, tilting and swaying.

Lu Mingfei's plan even took an unexpected turn when the dragons, who were supposed to attack them inside Bronze City, appeared outside and accelerated their upward movement.

On the water's surface, one enormous creature was attacking another enormous creature.

The dragon's roar could be clearly heard even through the river.

A dragon is attacking a warship floating on the river.

The artillery fire bombarded the dragon's body, and the powerful alchemical missiles ripped off the giant dragon's scales, revealing its bloody flesh.

The giant dragon unleashed a breath of dragon fire at the location of the alchemical missile. The blue flames hurtled towards the ground like a giant ball, and the moment they hit the ground, it was as if a beautiful flower of fire bloomed from the earth. The extremely high temperature melted the precision parts of the alchemical missile, and the powerful impact sent all the nearby hybrids flying.

The unfortunate ones were burned to death in that flower of flame.

Samson was a dragon left by Norton to guard the Bronze City. When he awoke, he realized that the two monarchs had left the Bronze City. He swam to the river and found many mixed-race humans carrying weapons. Without saying a word, they attacked him.

Even a clay figure has a temper. His anxiety at not being able to find the two monarchs, coupled with his morning grumpiness at being attacked right after waking up, led him to launch an attack on the human ship in front of him.

The ship was more robust than he had imagined.

Moreover, there are weapons here that could injure him.

"Missiles to contain the enemy, others help the warships leave, notify those downstream to control the flood, all aquatic hybrids must exert their strength to hold off this dragon!" Nuwa's voice was extremely penetrating, making it clear to everyone.

Two alchemical missiles suddenly appeared on the riverbank and began attacking Samson.

Nuwa observed the condition of this dragon. Its huge and slender body was no different from the dragon in myths and legends, and the bronze mask on its face was as if branded on it and never wavered.

Dragon King?

No, if it were the Dragon King, he would be in human form, not always appearing in dragon form.

The alchemical missiles struck Samson but could only barely break through his defenses.

Under her command, the aquatic hybrid successfully kept the warship away from Samson, who was enraged by his injury. In just one encounter, the warship suffered heavy losses and nearly sank.

Having witnessed the power of the alchemical missile, Samson dodged the high-speed flight of the missile and unleashed a burst of dragon's breath upon it, the force of the explosion causing the river to surge with waves.

He didn't stop there. He unleashed a fiery dragon's breath at the immovable alchemical missile deployment site. The blooming flames melted the alchemical missile and burned to death the people who were preparing to launch it again.

Samson turned his attention to the last spot and, using the same tactic, destroyed all the alchemical missiles that could be activated, ignoring the warships that had fled far away.

Turning his head to look at Nuwa, who stood on the shore, he saw her as the mastermind behind everything, her fiery breath gathering in her mouth as she looked at Nuwa with a mocking gaze.

It seemed as if it was mocking Nuwa's incompetence.

The chanting of the dragon pattern rang out from Nuwa's mouth, light and melodious. She actually floated up, her arms outstretched, and misty water vapor gathered around her.

Samson gave Nuwa a mocking look and then unleashed a burst of dragon breath at her.

A fireball the size of a house hurtled towards Nuwa.

Nuwa's chanting was completed at this moment, and the water of the Yangtze River was drawn out of the river, like a writhing snake, and condensed into a towering wall of water in front of Nuwa. Then, a chilling aura emanated from it, and the transparent wall of water froze into pure white ice in the next second, blocking Nuwa's way.

The fireball landed on the ice wall and melted at a visible speed. Water droplets that landed on the fireball were instantly evaporated, making a hissing sound.

The wrecked warship, which should have left, turned back, dragging its battered body, and pointed its sharp ends toward Samson.

The mixed-race people on the warship all had a look of fearlessness on their faces, and their golden eyes, shining brightly, were filled with nothing but courage.

All the hybrids on the warship were doing their best to increase its speed, using fire boosts and creating waves to accelerate it.

"For humanity!" the captain shouted.

The warship's ever-increasing speed caught Samson's attention. The colossal vessel was crushing towards him, forcing him to swallow his second, charged dragon breath and turn to face the wrecked hull of the warship.

"I told you all to leave! Why did you come back?!" Nuwa shouted sternly.

She kept reinforcing the ice wall's defenses, but it couldn't withstand the scorching dragon's breath. The ice wall was about to melt and fall on her.

The warship captain's apologetic voice came through the headset, "I'm sorry."

The next second, a buzzing sound filled my ears.

The stern of the warship that struck Samson was melted by flames.

The dragon's breath broke through the ice wall and fell towards Nuwa. She watched as the dragon's breath grew larger and larger in her field of vision, engulfing her entire field of vision.

boom!

The massive fireball was blocked the moment it was about to collide with Nuwa.

An invisible wall blocked the dragon's breath.

"I'm sorry I'm late."

Lu Mingfei reached out and grabbed, and the dragon's breath seemed to be grabbed by a giant hand, then flung towards Samson, who had just broken free of the warship.

The dragon's breath had no effect on Samson.

Lu Mingfei drew out the Dragon Slayer Platform, which was only half full. Golden light, like mercury, seeped into all the gaps of the Dragon Slayer Platform until it turned into a golden bronze ancient sword.

"Be careful, this is a second-generation species, stronger than your previous opponent!" Nuwa breathed a sigh of relief when she saw Lu Mingfei arrive with the Dragon-Slaying Platform in hand, and landed on the ground panting heavily.

Under Nuwa's astonished gaze, Lu Mingfei stepped into the void step by step, heading towards Samson. In his hand, the bronze ancient sword, gleaming with golden light, slowly pieced together the missing half of the sword.

Nuwa had never seen a hybrid that could walk so easily and freely in the air, nor had she ever seen Lu Mingfei with such extraordinary power to repair the Dragon-Slaying Platform. She was greatly shocked.

“If you hadn’t severely injured this dragon, I wouldn’t have had a chance, and I might not even have been his match.” Lu Mingfei approached Samson little by little.

Samson had lost a small portion of his scales and bore the wounds from the high-speed collision with the warship.

This is an injured second-generation specimen, not a second-generation specimen in its prime.

Lu Mingfei ascended to a high place and saw the dilapidated warship he had once been on. The people who were once on the same ship were now all dead.

The bloodthirsty dragons have dealt too many blows to humanity, their destructive power is too great, they must be driven out, they must be killed.

Anger flowed through his veins like molten lava, and his golden eyes radiated endless malice, glowing with a blood-red ferocity.

The teeth were grinding together, making a grinding sound.

Samson suddenly seemed to lose his mind, roaring at Lu Mingfei with a dragon's cry that echoed through the sky, and then charged towards Lu Mingfei.

The Dragon-Slaying Platform in Lu Mingfei's hand seemed to respond, emitting a metallic buzzing sound as it vibrated in anticipation of the duel with Samson.

He thrust the Dragon-Slaying Platform down at Samson from his high vantage point, like a rapidly falling meteor crashing down upon him.

Samson opened his mouth and unleashed a torrent of dragon breath at Lu Mingfei, who was falling towards him.

The two collided in mid-air.

Lu Mingfei's Dragon-Slaying Platform cleaved through Samson's dragon breath, piercing directly at Samson's face, easily cutting through the scales, severing the skull, and burrowing into his mouth.

Samson opened his mouth and breathed, preparing to burn Lu Mingfei to death inside his mouth.

A golden sword light pierced through Samson's head and burst forth, while the dragon's breath remained stuck in Samson's throat, unable to escape.

Golden sword light slashed out from Samson's body.

Samson let out a mournful cry that echoed through the heavens and the earth. He fell from mid-air and crashed heavily to the ground, raising a cloud of dust.

A figure emerged from the dust, flicking the dragon blood off his sword.

Lu Mingfei sheathed the Dragon-Slaying Platform sword.

"Dragon slaying successful."

The electric light that danced on his body dissipated into the air, and his golden eyes, brighter than magma, were hidden in the deepest part of his gaze. The blood that had bathed him dripped from his clothes onto the ground.

In the eyes of the survivors, each step left a bloody footprint, leading them toward Nuwa.

They heard the dragon's roar, they saw Lu Mingfei flying through the sky, and they saw Lu Mingfei kill the giant dragon with a single sword.

The banks of the Yangtze River fell into an eerie silence, broken only by the sounds of rolling waves and burning flames.

Countless eyes fell on Lu Mingfei.

"Long live Lu Mingfei!"

One stone stirs up a thousand waves; no one knows who started it, but the rest of the people followed suit.

"Long live Lu Mingfei!..."

Lu Mingfei was stunned for a moment.

The word "hero!" came to mind; he was their hero.

My dream of becoming a hero that people admire has come true?

But what is the price of being a hero?

Many people paid for this with their lives, and many were never even found with their bodies intact.

He doesn't deserve that title.

He knew he wouldn't die, so he came to fight. What about these ordinary hybrids?

Knowing it was a potentially fatal battle, they still came, still participated, and still fought to the death.

That kind of courage is truly praiseworthy.

"I am not worthy of cheers, nor am I a hero. You are the heroes, those who fought against the dragons, you are the ones who deserve to be cheered!"

Although Lu Mingfei's voice wasn't loud, everyone could hear it clearly.

They knew that without Lu Mingfei, their hope of defeating the next generation of the species was slim.

Without Lu Mingfei, we would all probably be meeting in the afterlife.

Lu Mingfei's words did not stop the cheers; instead, they sparked even louder cheers.

They showered him with praise, using words like "long live" and "hero."

He desperately wanted to be praised and loved, but at this moment he didn't want any of it.

This was bought with the lives of others, a heavy burden that made him feel depressed.

"How bad was the damage this time?" Lu Mingfei ignored the cheers and turned to ask Nuwa.

"Huh?" Nuwa responded blankly, still reeling from the shock of Lu Mingfei killing the next generation of beings in one move.

"How bad is the damage this time?" Lu Mingfei asked again.

"Oh, damage." Nuwa paused, resisting the urge to look at the handsome and strong boy, and gently patted her head to clear her confused mind.