Dragon Raja: Lu Mingfei Returns from Sekiro

Technicians helped remove the diving suits; the computer screen was white, flashing electronic patterns.

However, someone immediately went to adjust the settings and switched to the image detected by the radar.

They knew of the dragon's existence before Ye Sheng lost contact.

The students who graduate from Kassel College are not idiots; they are rigorously trained, learn extremely difficult professional courses in the classroom, and have at least two internships each year that require assessment.

Everyone who can participate in the 'Kuimen' project is an elite among elites, and the warships are ready for first-level combat.

The ancient dragon awakens from its slumber, determined to kill those who have wronged it.

"Drop anchor! Start the engine! Apply gravity!" Mans roared hoarsely.

The third mate mobilized the sailors, and the Moniach immediately set sail forward. He was the most senior member of the crew, having spent more than ten years adrift on the ocean.

Hybrids are few in number, and they alone cannot support the operation of a global organization. Therefore, they have many peripheral members and cooperate to a considerable extent with various countries.

A thunderclap connected heaven and earth, illuminating Mans's resolute face.

The brass can, which was about the size of a large doll, was placed in a safe. Shudeya and Ye Sheng also changed into their combat suits, so they could continue fighting.

If they fail, the matter will be handed over to the military; the agreement was signed long before the plan was even launched.

The two links connecting the Moniach to the underwater surface were severed simultaneously. The powerful engine started instantly without any preheating, and the enormous acceleration forced Mans to grip the railing tightly, his hands twitching slightly.

In fact, he had reached his limit. His Word of Power, Dustless Land, Sequence 86, could command all living and non-living matter within the domain, excluding all unauthorized matter from the domain and forcing those things he rejected to rapidly move away from the releaser.

This was originally a defensive skill that could be activated once. If a bullet was shot at him, he could activate Dustless Land to deflect the bullet and then deactivate it. The activation time was less than 0.1 seconds. However, underwater, he had to continuously cast the Word of Power.

This would put an extremely high strain on his body; it's almost a miracle that he's still standing.

Some force was supporting him as he stood; he would never forget that night, the tragedy that unfolded in the icy sea.

This time, he will not let his students die before him.

A sharp line of water ran straight up to the stern. The Moniach was equipped with German-made engines, which were originally used in the most advanced German submarines. When accelerated, they could reach a top speed of fifty knots, almost like a speedboat.

What can swim at 50 knots while submerged? Either a torpedo, or a dragon!

A living dragon! It was a full fifteen meters long, and it hadn't even spread its wings yet. It leaped high from the river, the splashing water reflecting the lightning flashes. Its perfect streamlined shape was full of power.

The helicopter hovering in the sky was bitten to pieces by its sharp teeth and exploded into fragments.

These aircraft are equipped with signalers and signal amplifiers connected to Norma.

The golden vertical pupils exuded majesty, and fear rose in the sailors' hearts; the genes etched into their DNA compelled them to submit.

"Give me a sniper rifle!" Mance cut open a new cigar, lit it, and stretched his facial muscles. "Anything that's alive will die!"

An L115A3 sniper rifle was placed on the ship's deck. This British-made long-range sniper rifle is considered the emperor of sniper rifles, and the equipment department has optimized its ammunition.

Mans, with a cigar in his mouth, loaded bullets, each gleaming with a cold blue light and engraved with ancient patterns on its tip, into the magazine. These were alchemical bullets specifically designed for use against dragons, containing a potent dragon poison—liquid mercury.

Considering that this operation is related to the Dragon King, these bullets also contain precious Philosopher's Stones, crimson gems, the highest creations of alchemy, whose crafting methods have been lost for a long time, and are non-renewable resources that are used up as little as possible.

"Is that the Dragon King?" Selma asked.

"That's great, that's exactly what I'm here to kill!" Mans pulled the trigger, the bullet slid into the magazine, and his finger tightened on the trigger. At that moment, the mechanical parts of the gun became one with his bones. His hand didn't tremble at all, as steady as a pillar welded to a steel plate.

Golden light flowed, and the deafening gunshots swallowed the thunderous roar.

The bullet whistled as it left the chamber and pierced the enormous vertical pupil.

Mans practiced for ten years to prepare for this moment!

Huge sprays of blood erupted, a heart-wrenching scream pierced the eardrums, and the massive body that had leaped high crashed heavily into the water with a thud, creating a huge wave.

The water turned red, and the ancient dragon's figure disappeared from sight. Suddenly, silence fell, and a silent fear spread.

"Report! Radar detected a high-temperature reaction! It's moving towards us at high speed! We can't avoid it!" the technician shouted.

Mans collapsed against the railing, his chest heaving, the sounds around him muffled. He was in shock, on the verge of collapse. He tried to get up again with his hands, but suddenly, his body rolled to the side.

The entire Moniach was torn apart from the middle!

All the precision instruments were stored in the cabin, and at that moment, all of them, including the signal devices, were shattered by the impact, with glass shards and parts scattered everywhere.

The dragon rammed its head into the chassis of the Moniach, transforming into an unimaginable super cannonball that sent the entire ship crashing and overturning.

Instead, blood seeped from its head, and its shed scales could be seen on the river surface.

The reaction force also acts on its body, and the pressure ruptures its blood vessels.

Its injured left eye was charred black. In order to control the spread of the deadly poison, it did not hesitate to sacrifice its left eye, burning and carbonizing it with scorching dragon flames.

The other vertical pupil was staring intently at the panicked ants on the ship.

The noble monarch is on this ship; otherwise, it would have used its dragon breath to purify everything long ago.

"A fearless struggle." The eye seemed to be saying this with disdain.

It kept its mouth closed, and tiny red dragon breaths could be seen splashing from the cracks. The power had to be controlled; just roasting these ants would suffice, no more needed.

Many people shot at it, but the bullets couldn't penetrate its scales at all. It closed its eyelids, and humans couldn't even break through its defenses.

"Is this the end..." Mans picked up the cigar that had fallen to the ground and put it in his mouth.

He sat on the ground, his trembling hands fumbling for a lighter.

"Professor, is this what you're looking for?" A small flame flickered on Karl Wieden's cigarette as a scratched old lighter relit his cigar.

“Precious things should be carefully preserved.” Lu Mingfei closed the lighter and handed it to Mans. Lu Mingfei, who was half-squatting, stood up, turned his head to look at the giant dragon on the side of the ship, leaving only his back view.

That night, he was stuffed into the life pod, leaving Mans with only his back view.

Students only know him as strict and demanding, punishing students with copying and point deductions for every mistake, but in fact, ten years ago, he was the most popular teacher in the college.

Even after ten years, he still couldn't escape from that icy lake.

She once joked, "If you let students off the hook just because they beg you, you'll regret it later."

“You’ve returned safely,” Mans said.

"I will." The sword was drawn, and lightning bolts spread down from the sky like giant serpents.

Lu Mingfei leaped high into the air and raised the knife in his hand.

The gunshots and shouts were drowned out by the thunder, and everyone on the Moniach looked up.

The entire world was illuminated by brilliant lightning, and a bolt of thunder converged at the tip of the blade, ready to cleave the heavens and the earth.

The lightning-infused blade slashed down with overwhelming force.

The clouds parted and the sky split open, revealing the rising moon.

"Lightning Return!!!"

The lightning struck the dragon's body, transforming into countless tiny snakes that burrowed into its flesh and flowed along its blood and wounds.

The dragon's body, which had been lying on the deck, went limp, and flames exploded in its mouth with a muffled sound.

Lu Mingfei landed steadily on the dragon's head, blade pointing downwards, and thrust it down forcefully.

The scales, which even bullets and cannonballs couldn't penetrate, were pierced in an instant, and red blood gushed out like a fountain, staining his clothes and face.

"What exactly are you..." Mans stared at the red shadow, exhaled a puff of smoke, and followed the rising smoke towards the bright moon.

...

Kassel, the library's main control room.

"Everyone, I have good news." Schneider interrupted the group, who were still deep in thought.

"Our operations team escaped the ruins by sheer luck. They seem to have triggered some pre-set mechanism and successfully found a way out. The mission was completed smoothly without any further incidents."

"You mean we did nothing, and they escaped by God's grace?" Caesar frowned. "Then what are we here for?"

"Do we still need to decipher the dragon pattern?" Chu Zihang said. "I've discovered some patterns. The central pattern and the edge patterns have similarities. Perhaps we can start from there."

"Experts will conduct further analysis using specialized equipment. Professors and students, you may leave now. Please do not take photos or leak this information," Schneider said. "The follow-up work will be handled by me and the university president."

Upon hearing the sound, the stool was pushed back into its original position.

The girl, as cold as ice, turned her pale white back and left the conference room.

"Looks like we've successfully completed our mission." Nono shrugged helplessly. "Want to grab a drink?"

“We did nothing,” Caesar said.

“No, we’ve wasted time. If wasting time could save someone, I’d be willing to waste time every day.” Nono put her hand on Caesar’s shoulder.

...

In room 304 of zone 1, Fingel opened the dormitory door.

"I'm back!" He came in carrying a plastic bag.

"I'm starving! You're finally back." Old Tang took off his headphones, turned around, and saw a beautiful woman live streaming on the screen.

Suddenly, his expression froze.

“Here, eat up.” Fingel placed the plastic bag on the table. “As agreed, I didn’t buy any instant noodles.”

He didn't buy the bucket version; he bought the bag version.

"Damn it! Have you been herding cattle all this time?!" Old Tang shouted.

"Quickly bring me the bowl, I'll go boil some water." Fingel quickly picked up the electric kettle to fill it with water. "Let's get to work after we finish eating, don't waste any time, okay?"

Old Tang looked at the chubby figure from behind, sighed, and helplessly picked up the bowl, tore open the bag of instant noodles, and sprinkled the seasoning into the bowl.

The movements were so practiced it was heartbreaking.

Oh well, Lu Mingfei will be back tomorrow anyway. I'll take these two bastards to a fancy restaurant then.

Yeah, I'll eat spaghetti with black truffles and caviar, so they won't always think I'm poor.

Even though 304 is missing someone, it's still noisy and chaotic.

A beautiful female anchor dances provocatively while sitting on a swivel chair. Two people, holding bowls and forks, slurp up instant noodles and plan where to eat tomorrow or rent a large van.

Chapter Ninety-Six Marriage Application

"The crayfish are all live and freshly killed, absolutely fresh." The proprietress, wearing a large white apron around her waist, carried a big pot of crayfish, her signature loud and feisty voice ringing out.

There were many middle-aged men drinking here, their faces flushed, raising their glasses and shouting, "I'm not drunk! I'm not drunk!" The environment was definitely not elegant, but it had a down-to-earth, human touch.