Dragon Raja: Lu Mingfei's Dimensional Gate

The adult man running ahead was Old Tang. He was at a loss, and even knocked over several trash cans, leaving the trash rolling all over the ground, before leaving the alley without looking back.

Another scene is even more convincing: the little boy walks out of the raging flames, with the newly destroyed headquarters of the Solomon Temple behind him. The fire is raging, the heat is intense, and the air is distorted. Even a hybrid would find it difficult to remain unharmed in such a state.

The little boy was not only unaffected, but seemed to be enjoying it.

Nuwa blinked, staring at the screen on the tablet, speechless for a moment.

"So, has Old Tang awakened his memories as the Dragon King?"

“I’m certain that Old Tang hasn’t awakened. He even borrowed money from me. But I’m sure of one thing: his current memories are probably not enough to withstand the memories of his thousand-year reign as the Dragon King.”

"So you want to kill him before he awakens? Sacrificing family for the greater good! Well done, I admire you. No wonder you're the man I've chosen." Nuwa clapped her hands.

"Can you not be so murderous? I just wanted to try, to try and save Lao Tang," Lu Mingfei complained.

"...Are you kidding me? Do you know how many people might be hurt if a plane lands in the capital? I finally managed to build an organization and unite my disunited families, and you pull this stunt out of me. You really are my best friend!" Nuwa glared at Lu Mingfei, wanting to strip him naked and see what he was made of.

“So I will take full responsibility for Old Tang’s affairs, whether it’s Norton or Constantine,” Lu Mingfei said.

"You... sigh..." Nuwa sighed deeply.

“How could I not know that you and Lao Tang are so close? But the Dragon King is not so easy to get rid of. I’m worried that you might get hurt and be attacked by Constantine, and you could die,” Nuwa said with concern.

"It's alright. If we don't try, Old Tang will definitely die. We'll only know if Old Tang will die if we try. As for me, as long as I don't die, I'll be fine," Lu Mingfei said.

"Alright, I'll arrange as many people as you need." Nuwa picked up the phone again.

"I am enough on my own, and I don't want anyone to get hurt because of my choice."

"..."

Nuwa put down the phone and sat back in the soft chair.

"What's this about the third Bronze and Fire King you mentioned?"

"This story begins a long time ago," Lu Mingfei began to recount.

The construction of the alchemical matrix took many years, but the exact number of years is unknown.

Alchemy matrices are always guarded by powerful hybrids or dragons, or even next-generation species.

There seem to be differences in attributes between alchemical matrices. The "pigment" of the alchemical matrices guarded by the hybrids of the Earth and Mountain lineage is made from the flesh and blood of the hybrids.

The "pigment" used by the Bronze and Fire lineage is alchemical metal, while the other two lineages are still unaware of it.

The vicinity of the Alchemy Matrix is ​​different from the current world; it seems that the closer to the core, the more different it becomes. The Holy Bishops are a religion that appeared near the Alchemy Matrix, guarded by the next generation.

There are religions that worship dragons, and ways to improve oneself through dragon blood.

All of this is different from the world.

Moreover, their souls return to the Black King's embrace after death, rendering their bodies worthless. In this world, dragons turn into dragon bone crosses after death, from which the Philosopher's Stone can be extracted to kill dragons. It can be said that what is taken from dragons is used for dragons.

As for the third King of Bronze and Fire, he is the Dragon King who is active near the Alchemy Matrix.

This alchemical matrix is ​​not a product of this world, but rather a product of another world.

The dragon race, known as the Angels of Fire, created the Alchemy Matrix with the aim of opening an entrance.

Towards the world where the alchemical matrix resides.

The people there worship dragons, and they believe that when dragons die, their souls return to the Black King. The dragons are said to be angels from heaven.

The source of all this is the Black King, who chose to go to the Nibelungen, leaving the outside world to his descendants, and everything unfolded differently.

And now, the history of the Black King's survival is encroaching on the history of his death.

"Are you telling me a myth, combining what you've heard and seen before, and then telling me this while treating me like an eight-year-old?" Nuwa paused. "I'm already more than two eight-year-olds."

The sheer volume of information made Nuwa subconsciously believe it was fake.

The Black King isn't dead?

How is that possible?

If the Black King hadn't died, there wouldn't have been the "War of the Eight Princes," and perhaps the "White Priest" wouldn't have been banished. So, how would the world have developed?

Ruled by the Black King, everything was shrouded in darkness, everything was covered in blood, and everything was a hopeless, iron-gray color.

She couldn't even imagine how terrible that situation would be.

Nuwa refused to accept this news, which was enough to overturn her worldview, and asked in return.

What evidence do you have? What can prove that what you're saying is true?

"The 'evidence' is on its way to the capital. The only one who could have created such a large-scale alchemical matrix is ​​the King of Bronze and Fire. And the twin Kings of Bronze and Fire from our world have been found. We just need to confront them to confirm it." Lu Mingfei had anticipated Nuwa's reaction.

"You mean Old Tang? And that Constantine?" Nuwa recalled the plane that she had almost shot down before.

“That’s right,” Lu Mingfei replied.

"If that's the case, you can't go alone this time; you must be fully armed," Nuwa said solemnly.

"It's not that bad. I can handle it by myself. Besides, Old Tang hasn't awakened his powers yet, so we can't guarantee he won't be overstimulated and awaken. It's safest for me to handle it alone," Lu Mingfei said.

"That makes sense, let's do it your way."

Nuwa frowned slightly, her mind filled with many questions.

"Why are you invading our place? The dragons are almost all dead, and their resources have been exploited by humans through mining and drilling. There are far fewer dragons than in other worlds."

"Or are they after the vast 'human' resources of this world? But their world worships dragons, so they shouldn't be committing massacres. Their population should be quite large. What is their purpose in invading here?"

"I've been thinking about it too, but I still can't figure it out. I can only take it one step at a time."

Nuwa gazed at Lu Mingfei's face. In just a few months, the boy seemed to have grown into a man who could stand tall and proud.

"The Black King and His minions are almost here. Don't you have any ideas?"

"What are you thinking?" Lu Mingfei tilted his head and asked.

"Don't you want to experience what it's like to have a girlfriend before you die?" Nuwa sat on the table and leaned closer to Lu Mingfei.

"I've experienced it."

Nuwa was somewhat surprised. She stared at Lu Mingfei in astonishment, her beautiful eyes wide with disbelief.

"Who? Which woman is so lucky? Is it that little girl Zero who looks like she's in her teens but is actually almost twice my age? Or is it that girl, Mai Shude, whose legs seem to last forever? Or did you cuckold Caesar?" Nuwa made one guess after another.

"What? She's actually older than Finger?" Lu Mingfei was somewhat surprised. You can't judge a book by its cover, and you can't measure the sea with a bucket. Don't ask a girl's age.

"Don't change the subject. Who's your girlfriend? How far have things progressed?"

"I remembered that the gas in the room was still on, and Fingel is still in my room. I'm afraid he'll be blown up, so I have to go back quickly."

Lu Mingfei got up to leave, but was stopped by Nuwa.

"Stop right there. I'm not going to eat you. Don't you know a beautiful woman at sixteen is as delicate as butter? Aren't you tempted? Are you a man? Or are you gay?"

Nuwa approached the path.

Lu Mingfei swallowed hard. Nuwa's directness caught him off guard. "To be honest, it's impossible not to be attracted, but we're just superiors and subordinates, and I'm not gay..."

He knew that Nuwa wouldn't give up unless he presented some substantial evidence.

We're getting engaged soon.

Lu Mingfei took out the gold ring that Liu Yanyan had secretly put in his pocket.

A hint of disappointment flashed in Nuwa's eyes, but it was quickly overshadowed by excitement.

He carefully held the ring in his palm and examined it.

"Well done! Getting engaged so soon. What does the girl look like? What are her family backgrounds like? How many children does she have? What do her parents do?"

"Let me tell you, girls these days are very vain, and there are many selfish and self-serving ones. You must be careful."

“A boy as good as you, if you get deceived and your personality changes drastically, you will be completely ruined.”

Nuwa started nagging like a mother hen, inquiring about Liu Yanyan's name, appearance, and other things that elders would ask.

Even if Lu Mingfei let it go in one ear and out the other, he couldn't stand Nuwa's nagging until dark, and she still hadn't stopped.

For the first time, he felt that slaying a dragon was the simplest thing. He didn't care about anything else, he just drew his sword and slashed at the dragon. Whether he lived or died was up to fate.

Dealing with a close but talkative friend like Nuwa is the real torment, not to mention those distant but talkative relatives.

Indeed, life is the greatest "dragon" in a person's life.

"That's enough!" Lu Mingfei couldn't take it anymore; if this continued, it would be dawn soon.

Nuwa has been giving a series of examples for over ten hours, explaining that girls need to be careful in their interactions, not to be simps, and not to be strung along, etc.

More than ten hours!

Lu Mingfei was so tired of hearing it that he was sick of it.

"This is her photo. Her name is Liu Yanyan. She is an only child, lost her mother, and her father is a traveling doctor. Her family's financial situation is average. She is currently working as a technical backbone in a large company."

Lu Mingfei briefly introduced Liu Yanyan's information and then took out a photo of himself and Liu Yanyan at the Nadutong Company.

"You finally showed it to me! All my pleading and cajoling for over ten hours wasn't in vain." Nuwa stretched and smiled triumphantly as she accepted the photo.

However, Lu Mingfei was unaware that producing the photos was merely the beginning of a nightmare.

Nuwa took the photo and looked at it carefully. The girl with orange hair in the photo was smiling happily, and Lu Mingfei next to her was equally happy.

This girl is poised and generous, giving off a bold and forthright vibe, yet her features possess a touch of tenderness; the more you look at her, the more beautiful she becomes.

Nuwa immediately deduced that Lu Mingfei was the one being chased, while the girl was the one in control.

The photos alone were enough to show the affection between the couple, so Nuwa reluctantly returned the photos to Lu Mingfei.

"She loves you very much, so you'd better cherish her, or I'll strangle you with my tail and ruin your credit score."

"..." Lu Mingfei carefully kept the photo and carried it with him.

"You must invite me to your wedding!" Nuwa smiled, but tears streamed down her face.

Her voice choked with sobs.

"I... I don't want to die. I'm only a teenager. I don't want to die at the hands of the Black King so young. I've never been to a wedding, never been a bridesmaid. I still want to hold your children... I really don't want to die..."

Nuwa burst into tears, her tears streaming down her smooth cheeks and falling to the ground.

Lu Mingfei didn't know how to comfort Nuwa.

This teenage girl, who was still playing video games and indulging in the carefree days of youth, had already taken on the responsibility of being the head of the family. She also had to engage in power struggles with those cunning old foxes who were much more shrewd than her. She also had a vulnerable side, but she wouldn't easily show it to outsiders. She usually suppressed her inner emotions with games and profanity.