Dragon Raja: Lu Mingfei Returns from Sekiro

But the real battlefield is far more terrifying than the game. When the shockwave ruptures eardrums and flying pebbles scratch the skin, the deepest fears of humanity are awakened—the fear of death.

Lu Mingfei has died many times, so of course he knows what it feels like.

At times like this, words of comfort are of little use. Taking Old Tang to a safe environment, giving him a sip of hot soup, and letting him snuggle in the blankets for a while will make him feel much better.

"Come on, I'll take you to a safe place." Lu Mingfei half-squatted down, gesturing for Old Tang to get on his back.

"I...I'm fine...I can walk by myself..." Old Tang gasped for breath, his brows furrowed, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

"You can still walk even in this condition!" Lu Mingfei grabbed Lao Tang's arm and carried him on his back.

“I’ll take you to Fingel’s place. He’ll take you to refuge. This academy used to be used as a refuge. Actually, it’s a military academy. Everyone is armed. These terrorists will be dealt with soon.” Lu Mingfei let Old Tang climb onto his back.

He adjusted his posture to make Old Tang more comfortable.

Old Tang seemed to have a relapse of some old illness; his body temperature was abnormally high, and he felt like he had a hot water bottle on his back. He needed to see a doctor immediately.

He ran instead of jumping, his steps steady and without any wobbling, because he had experience carrying another tired person on his back while fleeing.

...

There was a knock on the church door.

Someone pushed open the door and then closed it again. Footsteps echoed in the church, one after another, steady to the point of being tedious.

The visitor finally stopped in the very center of the church. Chu Zihang pushed open the door and walked out of the confessional.

The two looked each other over. Chu Zihang was wearing a school uniform with all the buttons undone. He was carrying a village rain bag, and his long, black hair hung down in a mess, covering half of his face.

The newcomer was completely shrouded in a black combat suit, but without a mask. She had an extremely voluptuous figure, with two long, jet-black sideburns hanging down on either side of her face, resembling a Japanese woman from a ukiyo-e print.

She is beautiful, especially her figure, which is flawless. Even if she were lined up with Caesar's lace ballet cheerleaders, you could spot her at a glance. The moment she stands there, she draws everyone's attention.

But Chu Zihang is not included among all the "people" because he is a piece of rotten wood. Caesar doesn't flirt around because he has Nono, but Chu Zihang is just as popular as Caesar after he enrolled in school, yet he remains single.

Chu Zihang remained silent, his phone resting on the church table beside him, showing that he was on a call with Caesar as the caller ID.

"What a boring man. Doesn't he know what to say when he sees a beautiful woman?" The woman tossed her hair, a teasing smile on her face.

"Why did you invade Kassel?" Chu Zihang asked.

"A person who lacks humor and talks about such boring topics with ladies will likely end up alone."

"So what do you want to talk about?" Chu Zihang gripped the hilt of Murasame's sword tightly, his muscles clenching beneath his shirt.

“For example…” The woman playfully put her hands behind her back and leaned forward, making one wonder if it was really that bouncy.

Her face wore a shy smile, like a blooming poppy, alluring and beautiful, standing quietly on the branch waiting to be picked, captivating every man who looked at her.

However, the scene changed abruptly the next moment. With lightning speed, she pulled out a black pistol from behind her back and fired at Chu Zihang.

"Would you die for me?" She pulled the trigger, and the bullet immediately spun out of the barrel.

Poppies may be beautiful, but they are addictive poisons.

Unfortunately, she failed. Chu Zihang was like Liu Xiahui, a sage who could remain unmoved even with a woman in his lap. He was always in a state of sagehood. To describe him as "passing through a sea of ​​flowers without a single petal clinging to him" would be an understatement. He wouldn't even be touched by the fragrance of a flower.

With a sidestep, he dodged the clearly premeditated shot.

The bullets struck the wooden pews of the church, leaving bright red marks.

"Frigga's bullet?"

Chu Zihang frowned and took a few steps to stand in front of the woman.

"What a man who doesn't know how to cherish a woman." The woman shook her head, threw away the pistol, and drew the folding knife from her waist.

...

Susie and Nono walked out of the dormitory building together, wearing red and black combat uniforms.

They were roommates; one was the vice president of the Lionheart Club and Chu Zihang's rumored girlfriend, and the other was the big sister of the student council and Caesar's official wife.

They never hold back in competition, but they get along very well in their daily lives and are best friends who can share their innermost thoughts.

Caesar was waiting for them downstairs. He was on the phone with Chu Zihang and could hear the sound of blades clashing on the other end.

"Where is Chu Zihang?" Susie's equipment was light; she wasn't carrying a sniper rifle.

A sniper's position is very important; the sniping point usually needs to be determined before the battle begins. In this kind of emergency, she didn't have time to find a suitable position. Besides, Chu Zihang was currently fighting the enemy, and she wanted to provide support.

“He’s in church.” Caesar handed the phone to Susie. “He hasn’t said a word since half a minute ago.”

"I'm going to support him." Susie started walking out.

“Wait, Norma sent a mobilization message, ordering us to go underground to support the Skuld district.” Caesar tapped his earpiece.

Susie pursed her lips and returned to the team with a sigh, as commands rang in her earpiece.

"Let's go quickly and resolve this matter promptly."

Many people were reassigned to the Sicotti district.

...

Library central control room.

“Ye Sheng has requested the lifting of the ‘commandment,’ as he wants to use the Word of Power Serpent to locate the enemy.” Schneider turned to Manstein.

“We have plenty of people, and only a few minutes have passed, so there’s no need to rush,” Manstein said. “The students don’t yet know how to control the power of Words of Power; it’s too dangerous, and the Night Watch will not allow it.”

"Wait, Norma has reported that the Skottie district has lost contact!" Schneider suddenly shouted.

"Can you find information about that place?" Manstein's expression changed. "The Belldandy district is directly controlled by Norma, so there's no need to worry. But the Skottie district had its access cut off yesterday, and I don't know why."

“No, I don’t have the necessary permissions!” Schneider said. “Something must have happened there. Send reinforcements immediately.”

"I've already mobilized Team A and Team D to provide support, damn it! Chu Zihang is tied up, only Caesar has time!"

Manstein's phone suddenly rang, and the caller ID showed "Night Watchman".

"Your father called. Why?" Schneider leaned closer, a sense of unease creeping into his heart.

Manstein swallowed hard; this was one of the few times he had received a call from his father.

“Hello, Dad,” he said hesitantly.

"Hi! Manstein, my son, good afternoon! How's your cold? I miss you so much!" A cheerful voice came from the other end of the phone.

“Dad, I caught a cold three weeks ago. This kind of illness will recover naturally within two weeks even without medicine.” Manstein sighed.

"Oh... really?" The person on the other end of the phone burst into laughter. "That's something to celebrate. Speaking of which, your birthday is in two weeks, my dear son."

"Yes, I didn't expect you to remember." Manstein was a little embarrassed.

His father was very unreliable, extremely unreliable. When he was a child, he couldn't find his father all day on his birthday because his father was an alcoholic and gambling addict who would just lie in a recliner watching movies all day. Yet, this same man was the vice principal of Kassel College.

There was no other reason than that his Word of Power - Commandment, Sequence Ninety-Three, allowed him to issue orders within his domain prohibiting everyone from using Word of Power.

Kassel College has long been shrouded in discipline, which can both suppress disobedient students and prevent the use of incantations when outsiders invade.

“As a birthday gift for you, I’ve decided to immediately lift the ‘commandments’. Cheer up, my son, you’ll know how wonderful it is to have a father.”

*Click*, the phone was hung up.

"Release the precepts? Is this the heavy burden of fatherly love?" Schneider stared at Manstein's ashen face with a strange look.

“Only the Headmaster can order the Night Watch to lift the commandments. What’s happening in Skuldy must be very important, perhaps even the cause of this invasion.” Manstein’s glasses reflected a cold light. “Send more members of Groups C and D to Skuldy. We must not let anything happen there!”

...

In the attic of the church bell tower, the classic 1952 Western film "High Noon" is playing, showing Law Enforcer Jerry Gubert walking with his gun across a dusty western town.

The moviegoers were dressed the same as the cowboys on screen: plaid shirts, cowboy hats with rolled brims, and cowboy boots with spurs.

The old man looked like a giant potato, buried in the sofa with his legs sticking up high.

“I will lift the ‘commandment’ in one minute.” The old cowboy’s deep voice drowned out the sound of sandstorms coming from the television. “Angers, those invaders pose no threat to you. Tell me the real reason.”

"You've watched 'Noon' so many times and you're still not tired of it? I suggest you watch 'Scent of a Woman'."

“I know you don’t like action movies, because you’re an old slut.” The old cowboy turned off the TV, stood up, and looked the principal straight in the eye. “You still haven’t answered my question.”

"I'm already tired of it," the principal said indifferently.

"Tired of what? Life or movies? Slaying dragons? Or yourself?"

"Both, I suppose. I've lived for over a century, and thanks to my dragon bloodline, I'm still alive. But all my friends are buried in Cambridge, leaving only you, this old fellow, and me standing here."

"Because the younger generation has not yet grown up to shoulder the responsibility of protecting the world, you have high hopes for Lu Mingfei. Do you think that kid has a future?"

“We don’t know yet. In the past hundred years, there have been more than one or two people with his talent, but only the two of us old guys are still standing here. I can’t wait any longer, Leonardo. I can’t wait any longer. I want to finish what needs to be done in my remaining time and resolve this war between humans and dragons once and for all.”

"You want to destroy the dragons... instead of constantly preventing them from awakening?"

"Yes, I will kill the four monarchs!" Angers' pupils blazed with fiery golden light.

Word of Power: The Commandment is lifted. Everyone felt power surging from their limbs and bodies.

Chapter 102 Choice

"Brother, he promised! He promised to free us from our shackles!" The childish voice seemed to rise from the depths of a well, filled with joyful anticipation.

Caesar's party arrived first at the Skuld district, where the scene of carnage was too horrible to bear, with piles of unconscious people everywhere.

Researchers in white lab coats and guards in combat uniforms lay on the ground. The air was filled with scorching white steam, like a steamer that had just been turned off. Stepping inside felt like entering a sauna.

They took a deep breath, looked at each other, and felt a chill run down their spines.

The twelve-layered alloy gate, each layer with a hole, has a dazzling light emanating from its outline. The steel melts into red-hot molten steel, dripping onto the ground with a sizzling sound.

You can tell at a glance that the hole... is shaped like a human!

There were also holes in the ground, one after another, arranged in two rows on the steel floor, like someone's footprints, extending all the way down the corridor, along the door, into the dark underground corridor.

"To melt through 12 layers of half-meter-thick sealed gate, even with a welding torch, it would take two or three days..." Nono squatted down to observe. "A miniature sun? Are they conducting experiments? Human experiments to create a super dragon-slaying hero? What should we call the test subjects? Sun Man? Or Flame Boy?"

“The researcher and the guard aren’t dead; they’re still breathing, just anesthetized,” Susie said. “What should we do? Follow the footprints?”

Nono stepped next to the footprints. "If it was left by Sun Boy, then he was about 1.5 meters tall, and his stride was only two-thirds of mine."

“This is beyond our capabilities,” Caesar said. “You stay here to treat the wounded, and a few of you come with me to go after it. Don’t attract its attention; all we can do is observe.”

Caesar named several people, all student council members. He was going to take them to write observation reports, monitor the thing's route, and notify people in the vicinity to evacuate. If there was an opportunity, it wouldn't be out of the question to take down that dangerous thing.

Word of Power: Kamaitachi, Wind type, Sequence 59, is Caesar's Word of Power. It can enhance hearing, similar to radar. The Word of Power has a large range, bringing back amplified and precise sounds, and can be used to determine the location of sound sources within a certain range. Therefore, it is the most suitable surveillance officer, able to sense the movement of enemies from a distance in well-ventilated open spaces.