Dragon Raja: Lu Mingfei Returns from Sekiro

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"Ataga, it's our turn."

In the darkness, a small, crouching figure stood up and stroked the forehead of a female husky.

She was dressed in a black combat uniform, her face was covered, and a strange little bear was tied to her waist as she jumped onto the sled.

"Go on, my good boy." She waved the reins, and a pack of dogs pulled the sled forward. Even though there was no snow, the sled moved smoothly across the ground.

The researchers heard a dog barking.

Good heavens, how could there be dogs here, and not just one dog, but a whole pack of dogs?

The barking grew closer, alarms sounded, and armed guards stood watch all around.

The researchers who participated in this dissection experiment were all highly experienced. They had handled countless scalpels or had published famous theories in their respective research fields. None of them were novices; each of them had at least twenty years of research experience.

Many people graduate from Kassel, but the scientists who dedicate their limited time to research have long forgotten the combat knowledge and skills they once learned. They are valuable talents, not crude combatants; in other words, they are completely incapable of fighting.

If anyone were to sneak in, they would be nothing more than lambs to the slaughter.

"Requesting backup! Requesting backup!" the guard said into the walkie-talkie, but all he heard was a noisy barrage of sounds.

Norma has also lost contact; this was a premeditated scheme!

They launched an invasion, lured the principal away, and then used a specially designed signal cutting device—a classic case of diverting attention from a vulnerable position!

Their target is the Dragon King's egg! Norton, it's the Dragon King Norton, he's come to take revenge on humanity!

Fine beads of sweat seeped from everyone's foreheads, and the white light illuminated their pale faces.

The deafening explosion caused a violent impact on the half-meter-thick metal door, but it did not open.

This is an alloy door, which can only be opened by researchers with sufficient access, such as those with black cards and those who have registered their fingerprints and iris prints. Even a high-yield RPG cannot blow this door open. With such an impregnable fortress guarding it, they relaxed a little.

This is the core area. If we lose contact, it will be noticed very quickly, and reinforcements will arrive immediately.

Explosions continued, and they were convinced that the door was sturdy enough, but suddenly, the room went dark and the power was cut off!

Then, a crack appeared in the tightly closed door!

Several smoke grenades were thrown in, and thick smoke quickly spread.

The masked guards pointed their guns at the gate. They were well-trained, and thermal imaging devices helped them perfectly track enemies in the darkness and smoke.

A flurry of footsteps sounded, and a dozen swift figures darted in.

What terrified the guards was that although they clearly heard footsteps and barking dogs, the thermal imager failed to detect any enemies; their only line of sight was their teammates!

They seemed to be fighting a group of unseen undead.

Chapter 100 Incubation

The thick smoke and the lack of light rendered the guards blind.

The researchers coughed loudly, the smoke triggered the fire extinguishing system, and the sprinklers on the roof started spraying water like rain.

The area was filled with noise, and the guards dared not fire indiscriminately. Unable to find the enemy, they could only form a circle, protecting the researcher in the very center.

The dozen or so guards communicated by speaking, as all their communicators, including the team voice chat in their masks, had malfunctioned.

The barking and footsteps echoed clearly in their ears, as if a large pack of dogs were circling around them, but their vision was completely dark, and the instruments did not issue any warnings.

The entire alloy door opened, and the thermal imager finally captured a small outline composed of red and green patterns.

Only one person, just one person, broke into the innermost area!

The guards immediately pointed their guns at the figure. They only trusted technological equipment; under the Night's Watch's commandments, no one could use words of magic. They assumed those strange sounds were an illusion created by some special device.

Human eyes and ears are easily deceived, while machines are more trustworthy. The intruder must be trying to cause chaos so that everyone can be dealt with before reinforcements arrive and Norton's egg can be taken away!

But as it turns out, machines are not trustworthy either.

The guards who had moved their guns away immediately felt excruciating pain. At close range, they finally saw clearly: it was the husky that had bitten their legs!

The dogs had metal braces on their sharp teeth, from which fine needles shot out, easily piercing their combat suits and reaching their flesh. In an instant, the guards' limbs went limp, their heads spun, and they collapsed to the ground as if their bodies had been hollowed out.

It was a potent sedative that took effect immediately, yet even after their bodies came into close contact with the dogs, the thermal imaging camera didn't capture an image of a single dog.

"Well done, good kids." She crouched down and placed the teddy bear from her waist on the ground.

The dogs nuzzled her palm affectionately, and then their bodies gradually became transparent and disappeared into nothingness. Their special metal dental braces fell to the ground with a crisp clatter.

The smoke bomb contained hallucinogens, and the researchers, lacking gas masks, were mostly lying on the ground, unconscious. A few with better bloodlines were still barely keeping their eyes open.

She strode over, bent her elbow, and tapped the researchers on the back of the neck to help them sleep more peacefully.

The room suddenly regained power and became bright again, with the brass egg floating in the center, reflecting the white light.

She pulled out her folding knife and slashed it into the thick wall of the quartz glass cavity. The sharp blade cut through the quartz glass as if she were cutting jelly.

The vacuum inside the cavity was broken, and air rushed in with a shriek. The man cut open the neck of the gray tin bottle with a knife, and then the red alarm light inside the quartz glass cover began to flash. A large amount of liquid nitrogen was released and poured into the cavity.

This is a backup plan. Flames and metals will awaken the power of the King of Bronze and Fire, so all the robotic arms are covered with synthetic plastic shells, and the entire glass enclosure is kept at a low temperature using liquid nitrogen.

The detection device detected that the glass cover was damaged, so it released a huge amount of liquid nitrogen in an attempt to freeze the dragon king's eggs and wait for personnel to repair them.

The air temperature dropped rapidly. She jumped to the top of the cryogenic chamber door, took out a calligraphy brush from her combat pack, an ancient calligraphy brush with pure black animal hair at the tip.

The pen handle was shorter than that of a typical calligraphy brush, but it fit her perfectly in her hand.

She took out a piece of red copper ore from her combat pack, took a deep breath, aimed at the brass egg, and threw the copper ore and the brush together.

The instant they made contact, a red flame rose from the pure black tip of the pen, and the copper melted into a paste, like melted chocolate, slowly flowing onto the surface of the brass egg.

The fire element remaining on the brush, which had not dissipated over the long years, was completely ignited at this moment.

Like the kindling in a traditional earthen stove, the intense heat it generated baked the brass egg until it glowed red-hot, like a copper blank that needed to be forged.

"Warning! Warning! This operation may cause the Bronze and Fire King Norton to awaken. Operation prohibited! Operation prohibited! Operation prohibited!" A mechanical voice echoed above the laboratory, accompanied by a loud buzzing.

"Dragon's Lair has entered closed mode! Dragon's Lair has entered closed mode!"

The twelve sealing gates snapped shut in an instant, and more liquid nitrogen was injected into them.

However, the temperature rose instead of falling, and the liquid nitrogen inside turned into white vapor. Cracks gradually appeared on the dragon egg, from which red filaments spewed out, sticking firmly to the glass wall and wrapping the egg into a ball, as if it were forming a cocoon. It rapidly expanded and grew larger, but the number of filaments was somewhat sparse, and they did not even completely wrap the egg, leaving the egg wall exposed.

Liquid nitrogen drips down from above and evaporates upon contact with the eggshell.

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As soon as Lu Mingfei arrived at the college, he went to Professor Guderian to say hello and then rushed back to his dormitory.

Old Tang wasn't his classmate after all, so it was impossible for him to spend every day with them. It's hard for adults to find time to meet up; either you're free and he's not, or he's free and you're not.

Since they were having a get-together, they naturally wanted to have a great time, but he hadn't been inside long when he heard an alarm going off, followed by Norma repeatedly announcing, "Dragon invasion! Dragon invasion!"

He specifically asked and found that apart from the "Free Day" that started ten years ago, the college had no other special activities. All other activities were normal, such as cultural performances, talent shows, and sports meets.

There are practical acting courses, but they are not held on campus; there are dedicated practice areas off-campus, so this alarm sound is no longer just a game.

He first called Fingel, thinking that Old Tang had gone to take refuge with him, but Fingel said that Old Tang was staying in the dormitory.

But the room was empty, there was no one there. Lu Mingfei's suitcase was open on the floor, inside was a bag of unopened cherry blossom cakes. This was the last bag, which was originally intended to be given to Lao Tang to take with him when he left.

"Damn it!" Lu Mingfei put down his phone and opened the window.

He could see the black smoke rising from the gate. He gripped his phone tightly, put it in his pocket, and jumped from the third floor.

He heard gunshots and overlapping motorcycle sounds on the phone, and he was worried about getting Old Tang involved.

He ran with all his might, his entire body transforming into a black shadow as he leaped between tree branches and the ground.

It's not far from the gate, only a ten-minute walk away. At his pace, he could reach the gate in half a minute, but that short half minute felt incredibly long.

A man in a black combat uniform sped past him on a motorcycle, but he didn't stop. He was focused on jumping towards the gate, wanting only to make sure Old Tang was safe.

He really, really didn't want to lose any more friends.

Chapter 101 I'm tired of it

The students at Kassel College are well-trained. Apart from the freshmen who are actually recruited through interviews, the other second- and third-year students and preparatory students understand the importance of discipline in this situation.

They quickly left through the emergency exit, opened the fire extinguisher boxes in the teaching building and took out their guns. Those who had the means put on combat uniforms, while those who didn't found cover and were ready to fire at any time. Norma connected signals for them in their earpieces and gave them commands.

Ye Sheng and Jiu Deyaji were the same. As agents who had personally experienced the "Kuimen" plan, they reacted very quickly. When the alarm sounded, they put on their equipment and began to evacuate the crowd, direct the team, and search for the enemy everywhere.

Many people know Ye Sheng, who once led the sailing team to bring back a trophy for Kassel College. This fame allowed him to gradually build a team.

For a moment, this place resembled a battlefield in some war zone.

Old Tang hid in the flower bed, using the bushes and vines to cover his body.

The smoke from the grenades hadn't dissipated yet, and thick black smoke filled the air. He dared not wander around, fearing he might run into some armed thugs.

Moreover, his condition was very poor. It felt like a mint leaf was stuffed into his head. Although it didn't hurt, the feeling was very strange. His mind was exceptionally clear, and his thinking speed seemed to have increased. A faint flame appeared in front of him, and the flame was gradually growing stronger.

He suspected that the cigarette contained a hallucinogen to make people feel excited, otherwise why didn't it feel choking when he inhaled it, and why did he see these hallucinations?

"That kid Lu Mingfei wouldn't really come, would he?" He typed a text message while holding his phone, the glowing screen reflecting the golden fire in his eyes.

Even if Lu Mingfei is awesome at school, so what? Those are armed terrorists, and this is deep in the mountains. Even if you call the police, no one can come to your aid.

I wonder if Fingel's car has been rented yet. When faced with an imbalance of power between the enemy and ourselves, we should retreat tactically. A stubborn blockhead will never get any credit.

Those who know when to yield should get in their cars and go to downtown Chicago to call the police, so that the police can send in the army and helicopters to handle the matter, instead of staying in the school and letting someone point a gun at their head.

However, before he could finish typing a few words, he suddenly heard footsteps.

His hearing had become incredibly sharp at some point, and he sensed someone approaching at an extremely fast speed.

"Kill him! Kill him! Kill him!"

The unfamiliar voice appeared again, and his head started to ache again. He closed his eyes and pounded his temples with his hands, his whole body trembling.

"We've finally found you." Lu Mingfei helped Old Tang to his feet. "Don't be afraid, everything's alright now."

As soon as he arrived, he saw Old Tang hiding in the flower bed, trembling.

The explosion that blew up the school gate must have terrified Old Tang, after all, playing games and real life are not the same thing.

In the game, you can control your character to jump up and down, leap across rooftops, and charge through a hail of bullets to perform acrobatic feats, because you know it's all fake. Even if you get hit by bullets, it won't hurt; you're just lying on a soft backrest, clicking the mouse and keyboard.

There was no smoke of gunpowder, no smell of blood, only fake gunshots and 3D models that tried their best to mimic reality.