Dragon Raja: Lu Mingfei Returns from Sekiro

“This is my weapon. My friend Meneque Cassel forged this knife for me using his broken blade.” Angers put away the handkerchief, folded it, and put it back in his pocket before turning to go down the slope.

"It's up to you, Lu Mingfei."

He walked slowly and gracefully up and down the stone steps, his folding knife like a walnut cane. He seemed to be going to the opera house to see a classical dance performance, rather than to slay the Dragon King.

When the principal reached the last step, Lu Mingfei was surprised to find that time seemed to slow down in this open space.

The roaring dragons, the flickering flames, and the rustling of leaves in the wind all slowed down.

Only Lu Mingfei and the principal did not slow down. Through the scope, they could see the dragon's eyes opening and closing. The principal suddenly sprinted forward, kicking up mud and stones on the open ground, and approached the dragon surrounded by flames, swinging his folding knife at high speed.

"Lu Mingfei!" The principal's voice boomed through the air.

Lu Mingfei's scope followed the principal's movement. At this moment, he finally witnessed the brilliance of a dragon-slaying hero. Before science and development, they relied on the physical abilities bestowed by their bloodline and went to defeat the strong with a death wish.

Flames shot out around the dragon, but very slowly, like a video playing at double speed. There were tiny gaps in the flames, and the principal twisted his joints at an incredible angle, passing through the gaps.

His waist twisted, causing his hips and arms to rotate as well. The dragon's two arms fell off before it could even let out a scream.

The King of Bronze and Fire, despite being a dragon king, was completely different from the powerful creature Lu Mingfei had seen yesterday. His body was as fragile as a thin piece of paper.

There were no scales that bullets and cannonballs couldn't blast through, no speed faster than a torpedo, and no power to capsize a warship; only golden flames enveloped him.

Apart from this protective shell, he seemed to have nothing.

The principal used the blade to make a vertical cut on the dragon's forehead, then flashed behind the dragon. The crimson-gold eye swirled in the wound, and golden tears overflowed from it.

Lu Mingfei's hand rested on the trigger, and a crimson-gold eye appeared in the crosshair.

Those clear, dark eyes were still staring blankly ahead, as if they hadn't yet realized what had happened.

Lu Mingfei saw that face again; it was the face of the child who had climbed up the ladder from the swimming pool.

Lu Mingfei pulled the trigger, his eyes cold and his hand not trembling at all.

The world is not black and white; often, what we see is vastly different from the truth.

He couldn't possibly let this hard-won opportunity slip away for a dragon he'd only met once; he preferred to trust his companion.

Ye Sheng, Jiu Deya Ji, and the principal all told Lu Mingfei that dragons and humans are mortal enemies, and even Fingel exudes a murderous aura when he mentions dragons.

It's foolish to distrust your companions. People who act impulsively and stubbornly will only cause trouble, as Lu Mingfei has seen in many anime. Judging a person's character by their appearance is the most foolish thing to do.

The bullet, crafted from the Philosopher's Stone, detached from the muzzle at a visible speed. At this moment, nothing could be changed. Lu Mingfei put down his sniper rifle and watched the bullet fly leisurely through the air.

Hit! Golden blood splattered from the dragon's eye, and the dragon's body collapsed limply to the ground.

The world has returned to normal.

He didn't struggle or scream; instead, he tried to straighten his tilted head.

The golden flames died down, and he retracted his membranous wings. Without arms, he couldn't even support his body to stand up again.

"Aim!" The principal's voice rang out across all the students' communication channels.

The blood flowing from the severed arm wound stained the yellow earth red. The posture was so strange: the dragon's legs were kneeling on the ground, its whole body was crawling down, and its head was pressed tightly against the ground.

"This way... brother can break free of his shackles, right..." No one could hear him. A smile appeared on his lips buried in the soil, and not a single tear could be squeezed from his dry eyes.

Lu Mingfei suddenly felt that the posture looked familiar, the hunched and thin figure overlapping with another chubby little boy in white clothes.

He recalled the little boy who helped him answer the questions on the 3E exam!

The two faces were immediately used for comparison; the chubby, fair face and the thin face had nothing in common, except... those even, dark eyes.

Hundreds of gun barrels were pointed at the pitiful Dragon King kneeling in the open space.

The bullet slid into the chamber, and the firing pin ignited the primer.

He realized what was about to happen, and he looked up at the hill.

He spread his membranous wings, as if embracing his own death, a smile on his dirty face.

"Brother, he made a promise, a promise to free us from our shackles..."

"He made a pact with me, using my death as atonement..."

His words were swallowed up by the thunderous gunfire, and in an instant, his body was riddled with bullets.

Gunfire set the entire open space ablaze, and thousands of live bullets rained down from the hills. The dragon's membranous wings spread into a giant cross, and he calmly faced everything that was happening, like Jesus nailed to the cross.

Everyone watched as the last bullet left the chamber and his body fell to the ground.

Old Tang also looked at it, looking at its face. The dragon's body was damaged like a plane crash, with no part intact. There were countless transparent bullet holes. After losing that golden barrier, all the joints and powder on its unfolded membranous wings shattered into powder and fell all around.

The light in those eyes had vanished, replaced by a bleak, grayish-white.

The dragon was originally looking in the other direction, but at the moment the gun was fired, it turned around and looked this way with a strange smile.

Old Tang trembled all over, then collapsed to the ground, closing his eyes and clutching his head.

Flames, writing brush, inkstone, landscape painting, tattered battle flag...

These things kept changing in his field of vision, making him feel nauseous and vomiting, as if he had been on a drop tower all day at an amusement park, and his head was throbbing.

Fear grew within him; he gasped for breath, sweat pouring down his face.

A muffled voice was calling his name.

"Old Tang... Damn it! Is this battlefield stress reaction?! Doctor! Doctor, come quick!"

Ronald Don, that name is fading into obscurity.

He pulled back the foot that had half stepped onto the stage and returned to the crossroads.

"You finally have a chance to break free from this cage, are you just going to give it up like this? Isn't this what you've always wanted?"

A voice was tempting him.

"You can enjoy a wonderful life, become a hero and be loved and surrounded by people. What if you lose him? Countless beautiful women, countless admirers, they will only shout 'Ronald Don,' pop champagne for you, and unbutton your bra strap."

A line of beautiful women in hot bikinis posed seductively, their legs like a forest, a sea of ​​white, full, and beautiful legs. A group of trendy men in beach shorts and sunglasses shouted his name, and a gush of yellow, transparent liquor gushed out of the bottle.

He didn't stop walking, passing through the crowd, and everyone who came near him was engulfed in flames and burned to ashes.

"Don't you want a big house? A luxurious villa, a cool sports car, servants and gourmet food, all within easy reach."

He stepped into the magnificent hall, with crystal chandeliers, gorgeous tablecloths and large dining tables, and waiters in suits lining up to bring dishes to the table one by one.

Golden and crispy roast suckling pig sprinkled with white sesame seeds, honey cake spread with cream, and Boston lobster roasted to a deep red...

He hesitated for a moment, then continued forward. The flames engulfed the area beyond the dining table. He quickly passed the table and entered the next area.

"Don't you want to play games with them? A night filled with cheers, the thrill of dominating the battlefield!"

The room was narrow, damp, and dark, containing only a bed and a clunky computer with a glowing screen.

[Would you like to join the match invited by 'Big Bear'?]

【whether】

He sat in the chair, stared for a long time, and finally picked up the mouse, switched to the client, clicked the "Start" button, and then selected to shut down. The screen gradually dimmed and lost its light.

He pushed open the door and left the room.

After taking a step, he suddenly stopped and went back to his messy bed to rummage through it.

He silently peeled off the oil paper covering a piece of bread, put it in his mouth, and chewed it bit by bit.

His movements were slow and delicate, as if he were eating some rare and exquisite delicacy.

He licked all the filling around his mouth with his tongue and then pushed the door open again.

What I saw was a white camellia blooming in a rough porcelain vase. Through that flower, a child in white was writing at a desk with a jar of ink and brush, stroke by stroke.

The paper depicts someone's face, without a smile, like a cold, hard piece of iron.

The child looked up in surprise: "Brother, why did you come back? Did he lie to me? But how could he..."

“I came back by myself.” He shook his head and walked to the child’s side.

"What is death, Constantine?"

"Death... is like being sealed in a black box, forever and ever, pitch black... like groping in the dark, but your outstretched hand can never touch anything..."

“That’s a really sad thing.” He gently stroked the child’s head.

"Brother, it's all my fault. If I had tried harder to become a qualified food, you would have been able to break free of the cage long ago..." the child said, hanging his head and looking aggrieved.

“No, Constantine, you did well, it was your brother’s fault…” He took the child’s hand. “If it’s too painful for one person to die, then try two…”

He hopes you can forget him and start a new life. He has never thought about himself because you are the only one in his world.

It's too cruel that even the only person in the world who remembers him has forgotten him...

"He's incredibly stupid," someone said with exasperation. "There's an easier path he could take, so why does he have to add to my workload? All he does all day is call me 'brother' and 'little brother'. Is his head full of mush?"

"If it were me, I would definitely choose the easier path..."

A long sigh echoed...

Dragon King Norton opened his golden vertical pupils.

It turns out that his memories had been chasing him all along, but he refused to accept it.

When you find me, I have already forgotten what you look like; by the time I remember what you look like, you are already dead.

Bone wings broke free from his flesh and blood, spreading out on his back.

Everyone who approached was blasted away by a burst of heat. Blazing flames rose into the air around his body, and his eyes, filled with sorrow, gazed at the fat face of a person on the ground.

The ice pack fell to the ground, and Fingel's eyes widened, his mouth agape enough to fit a large goose egg.

"Dragonbone Cross, Dragon King Norton, have you finally revealed your true form?" Angers coldly raised his sword. "Why not call out? After so many years of sullen grief and pain, in what form do you plan to vent it!"

“Angers, it really is just as you said, Norton is hiding among us. Aren’t you going to make a move? The students are over there, it’s too dangerous!” Mans’s voice came from the badge pinned to Angers’ collar.

In the woods on another hilltop, a sniper rifle's crosshairs were aimed at Norton's skull.

“Don’t rush, Norton, who has just awakened, can’t hurt anyone. Students aren’t hothouse flowers.” Angers looked at Fingel’s burly figure unhurriedly.

He watched Norton fly to the edge of the cliff, sheathe his folding knife, and walk up the steps. "Pay attention to our 'S-rank' support; he's the main force in this battle."

...

Lu Mingfei watched in disbelief as Old Tang, engulfed in flames, descended before him.

"Old Tang... what's wrong with you... is this your Word of Power? It's some kind of super high-sequence Word of Power, right? It can make people grow wings and control flames to fly in the sky." Lu Mingfei said in a joking tone, "This must be some kind of super powerful Word of Power, right?"