Dragon Raja: Lu Mingfei Returns from Sekiro

Chapter 452 Nibiru

It was still night inside the Arctic Circle, with a sky full of stars and the vast Milky Way flowing through the aurora borealis.

The aurora borealis is like a fluttering ribbon, mysterious and dreamlike.

The crew of the Moniach all gathered on the deck and looked up.

There, countless dragons soared amidst the aurora borealis, which resembled ocean currents, and the dragons, like schools of fish swimming upstream, flew in the direction of the light bands.

The point where the bands of light converge is the pole. Above the pole, a huge black moon seems to be falling, pressing down on the night sky. It occupies half of the sky, and dragons from all directions fly towards it.

Sasha, the former captain of the Yamal, stared blankly at the spot: "My God! Captain Vincent is right! We have violated the domain of God, and God will punish us!"

“Calm down.” Mans lit a cigar and took a deep drag. Although he said that, his trembling fingers showed that he was not calm.

They did indeed stumble into the Kingdom of God, but it should have been some secluded Nibelungen. How did they inexplicably end up two years in the future?

Could there be a rule in Nibelungen that accelerates the flow of time, like the "Rotten Chessman" in ancient Chinese legend, who watched an immortal play a game of chess and five or six hundred years passed in the world?

He didn't know that he couldn't find any evidence to prove his theory in a short time. Compared to the reasons, what he cared about most was what had happened outside and why there were so many pure-blooded dragons.

What exactly happened during those two blank years?

"Selma, is there a signal?" Mans stubbed out his cigarette and looked at Selma, who was busy with the communication machine on the deck.

"Reporting, Professor, there's no signal." Selma was sweating profusely. "I don't know if EVA's server is still working, but I sent a transmission signal directly to EVA's IP address."

"Has the signal reached the Arctic Circle?" Mans turned to the side, staring intently at the screen.

"It was sent out, but the electromagnetic storm came before the received signal returned, so I don't know if Eva received it..." Selma looked up at the terrifying horde of dragons: "Professor, do you think it's possible... Eva... is no longer here?"

“It can’t be ruled out, but it’s only one possibility.” Mans stood up.

"So sir, what should we do now?" Sasha was still completely confused.

He was originally hired by Vincent as a guard, but now the old captain has perished in the belly of a snake, the Yamal has been left behind in Avalon, and he and his brothers have all lost their jobs. The Belarusian girls on board who graduated from the spy school have also become unemployed.

Those tourists who came to gamble on the Yamal probably never imagined that they would one day be in such a dangerous situation.

They stood stiffly on the deck, not daring to make a sound or move, and were orderly sent into the cabins under the command of the Moniach crew.

Among them, even the most experienced mercenary had only ever sniped at the enemy on the battlefield; he had never seen anything like this before.

At times like these, they can only rely on the legendary Kassel, hoping that this mysterious organization and the chosen ones with mysterious abilities can lead them home.

“The most urgent task is to leave the Arctic Circle and find out what the outside world looks like.” Mans glanced back at the huge black moon. “Captain Sasha, you have ten years of experience sailing in the Arctic. Now that our navigation and compass are malfunctioning, we may have to rely on your experience to determine the course.”

“Experience… but even the most experienced sailor wouldn’t dare say they don’t need a compass, especially in the Arctic where there’s only ice floes,” Sasha said with difficulty.

“Mr. Sasha, if I had a choice, I would also choose a compass.” Mans patted Sasha on the shoulder: “You guys are fine with finding the way, right?”

"That's all we can do," Sasha sighed.

“Selma, take their men to the captain’s cabin. Everyone, get moving! Stop standing around! Go prepare rooms for the newcomers! Mark, go and count how much food we have left! Benson, go and check and remove the giant snake corpses from the ship. Remember to clean up the blood, I don’t want the smell of blood to attract the dragons!” Mans gave orders to everyone who was idle.

Soon, the crew members started running around and seemed very busy.

Mans emerged from the cabin carrying a black box about half his height. He turned the keypad, opened the box, and found a set of precious bullets. The bullets were not metal but bright red gems, a total of 12 alchemical bullets specially made from Philosopher's Stones.

These are the most valuable items on the ship besides the Storm Torpedoes. Each bullet is worth tens of millions of US dollars and is extremely rare. If they were actually put up for auction at a hybrid auction, the price would skyrocket to an incomprehensible level.

He kept six bullets for himself and gave the remaining six to Zero.

“The Storm Torpedo can only be used once, and after that it takes several hours to carefully retract those saw chains. It can only be used underwater. These alchemical bullets are convenient to use, but they are too expensive.” Mans assembled a sniper rifle and oiled the barrel.

“Professor, I don’t have a sniper rifle yet.” Zero stared at the bullets.

“I know, this one is for you.” Mans handed over the gun: “Although you’re not a sniper, you’re the hybrid with the highest bloodline among the rest of us. People with insufficient bloodline will inevitably have lower accuracy when shooting at dragons, so we can only let you use these treasures. Do you need me to teach you how to use a sniper rifle?”

Zero shook his head: "No need, Professor, I can use a sniper rifle."

"That's good." Mans nodded.

So the Moniach sailed away from the pole, and a dark mass of dragons swept across the aurora borealis, in the opposite direction of the ship.

Zero stood by the fence, her pale blonde hair, almost pure white, flowing behind her, holding a sniper rifle that was nearly as tall as her.

She looked up at the dragons, trying to find a familiar figure there.

That was her friend, "Black Snake." That night, Black Swan Harbor burned in a blizzard, and it was "Black Snake" who protected her and "Zero" from the bombing by fighter jets.

But among the thousands of dragon shadows that swept past, there was none that she recognized.

The Moniach kept crashing into the ice floes, the ice cracking and splintering with a series of creaking sounds.

Everyone was sailing in fear. The road seemed endless, with no sunrise or sunset, no direction. They didn't even know where they were. It was as if the world had abandoned them, and they were sailing alone in the eternal night, with only the roar of dragons from the high heavens to hear.

But finally, after 74 hours and 34 minutes, Selma received a signal from the outside world.

She cheered with joy, all the fatigue of the past few days vanished.

Humanity still exists, and EVA is still operating!

"This is the Moniach!" she shouted into the walkie-talkie. "Repeat it, this is the Moniach."

"This is the special operations ship Mitchell. This is operator Lu Lincheng. It's great to get in touch with you, our compatriots. We received your transmission signal, but a large part of the transmitted data was lost. We hope you can transmit again."

“We can directly synchronize the database, and we are also very curious to know what exactly is happening outside.”

"Okay, then we will start database synchronization in 30 seconds. Please be prepared."

"receive."

Selma received a synchronization request from the other party. The database of the Moniach was about to be synchronized with the EVA's main database in the cloud, and the two databases would be interconnected.

Synchronization will begin in 30 seconds.

Countless images and pictures were transmitted to the mainframe of the Moniach.

They finally learned what had happened during those two blank years: the resurgence of dragons, the war between humans and dragons, the world was riddled with holes, and every country was building underground shelters in preparation for refuge.

Meanwhile, on the Mitchell ship, in the captain's cabin.

Many familiar faces stood here: Lu Lincheng, Qiao Wenni, Uesugi Erii, Genjiro, Genjiro...

The characters who appeared in the last battle to capture the Chen family have gathered again.

From the data transmitted by the Moniach, they saw the scene in the Arctic Circle: a black moon, a dazzling band of light, and countless dragons, their numbers reminiscent of swarms of bats.

"No wonder they haven't appeared these past few days, they've all gathered here..." Giovanni hissed in surprise.

"That giant planet, what exactly is that?" Yuan Zhinu frowned and sent a large picture.

“Nibiru,” the vice-principal began, having regained his position after Angers reclaimed Kassel. “That’s Nibiru, the home planet of the Anunnaki in Sumerian mythology! Prophecy says that one day in the 21st century, Nibiru will approach Earth, and when it finally arrives, it will be the end of the world.”

“But in Sumerian mythology, Nibiru was a planet. If it were a planet, our satellites should be able to detect its orbit and know when it would appear. But that black moon... its appearance came without any warning,” Lu Lincheng said.

"Because Nibiru wasn't a planet at all! The Sumerian civilization was created by dragons, who called themselves Anunnaki and taught the Sumerians knowledge. The mythology of the Sumerians is the mythology of dragons!"

The vice principal said, "According to the Sumerian stone tablets, Anunnaki came from Nibiru, which was Anunnaki's homeland. However, he suffered irreparable damage and could no longer survive there. He had to leave Nibiru and come to 'tiamat,' which is Earth."

"Anunnaki demanded gold from the Sumerians because he said gold could repair his damaged homeland. The homeland of dragons is certainly not some other asteroid. Nibiru is a Nibelungen, the Nibelungen that once housed countless dragons!"

"Only one dragon in Nibelungen could be called Nibiru. The answer is obvious: it is Nibelungen of the Black King Nighogg!"

The vice-principal's voice boomed like thunder: "Those dragons are going to hold a ceremony for the resurrection of their king, for the rebirth of their supreme being!"

“The prophetic day... there are still 10 months until December 21st. Is the Black King going to resurrect ahead of schedule?!” Genji clenched his fists.

"It's not ahead of schedule. The Black King's resurrection didn't happen suddenly. The prophesied day is like the day the egg hatches; the egg has already been laid. December 21st—on that day, the Supreme Emperor will resurrect from Nibiruli. That's the correct answer!" The vice-principal trembled uncontrollably. "This is the real gamble between Lu Mingfei and Nighogg... The third Gungnir we're after is right there..."

Everyone fell silent. There, a sea of ​​dragons roamed, and they were to venture into this sea of ​​dragons to find Loki and retrieve Gungnir from there.

Erii broke the silence: "Sakura is right there, isn't she?"

She pointed at the dark moon, her eyes resolute.

"That should be true." The vice principal pursed his lips.

“I will bring him back,” she said.

Everyone could feel her unwavering belief, and no one doubted that even if she were alone, she would forge a path through the sea of ​​dragons.

...

In the cabin, Xia Mi and Susie went into the bedroom.

The Deadpool-like Chu Zihang was placed at the doorway. He was wearing a mask, which covered his entire body. Standing there, he looked like a normal soldier rather than a monster.

In the bedroom, Xia Mi locked the door and said calmly, "Take it off."

This phrase is already quite familiar to him.

Susie nodded, obediently unbuttoned her clothes, and slowly took off her coat, then her shirt and underwear.

"Wait, lie down first." Xia Mi called out to her when she was halfway through taking off her clothes.

She obediently lay on the bed, wearing only a shirt, her beautiful curves revealed, her spring scenery just beginning to unfold.

Xia Mi lifted her white shirt, but what she saw was not the girl's smooth skin, but bluish-black scales, sharp and hard.

Xia Mi reached out and touched it, closing her eyes to feel it.

"How many more days do I have to live?" Susie asked.

“I can’t give you an exact number, but you’re very close to becoming a complete Deadpool. Even your internal organs are undergoing mutations. Once the dragon blood invades your brain, it will be your death day.” Xia Mi took a slow breath and extended her right index finger.

The rounded fingertips turned into sharp claws, piercing Susie's skin. The dark blood was absorbed back into Xia Mi's body and flowed down her fingers. Some scales disappeared, but most of them were still exposed.

Susie is no longer that beautiful young girl. Even if she were completely naked, no man would be interested in her because more than half of her body has turned into scales like those of a dragon.

If Xia Mi hadn't been constantly helping her absorb the poison from her blood, she would have lost her mind long ago and become a bloodthirsty monster.

"That's enough for today. From today onwards, you'll have to come to me every day for a detoxification." Xia Mi withdrew her finger.

"Thank you," Susie said.

"You're welcome. That's all I can do. Go and rest. I drew a lot of poisonous blood today, so you'll probably feel sleepy soon."

"Okay." Susie nodded, got dressed, and left Xia Mi's bedroom.

Then Chu Zihang walked in.

Xia Mi locked the door again and removed the mask from Chu Zihang's head.

The face wasn't that of a dragon covered in bony protrusions and spurs, but that of a human, only he was expressionless, staring blankly ahead.