Dragon Raja: Lu Mingfei finds a Freylian

Chu Zihang nodded in agreement. "Stay vigilant and continue exploring the platform area. Do not enter the tunnel rashly."

Suppressing their unease, the group continued their careful search inside the subway station, frozen in time since 1992.

The platform was larger than they had imagined, with several passageways leading to different exits and some small functional rooms in addition to the waiting area.

Lu Mingfei and Frilian searched along the edge of the platform.

Around a corner, Lu Mingfei discovered a forgotten old-fashioned vending machine.

The machine was a square metal box, painted in orange and white. There should have been cigarettes, drinks and snacks behind the glass window, but it was empty and covered in dust.

Something is stuck near the bottom outlet of the machine.

"Huh? There seems to be something in here?" Lu Mingfei crouched down, trying to see clearly.

Chu Zihang came over upon hearing the sound, glanced at it, and without saying a word, turned the Murasame upside down and smashed the glass window of the vending machine with the hard end of the handle.

With a loud crash, the reinforced glass shattered.

Lu Mingfei was startled, not expecting his senior brother to be so decisive.

Chu Zihang reached in expressionlessly and pulled something out from a pile of broken glass and thick dust: a folded, severely yellowed and brittle paper map.

He carefully unfolded the map, which depicted the early routes of the Beijing subway, featuring only a simple Line 1 and the Loop Line, with most of the station names being the old ones.

On the back of the map, there were some crooked arrows and markings drawn in red ballpoint pen, pointing to several specific stations, along with some blurry annotations, probably exploration notes left by someone.

"These are early exploration maps?" Fingel leaned closer to take a look. "The person who drew them seems to be looking for something as well?"

“It seems that someone has been here before us,” Chu Zihang said, carefully putting away the map. “These markings might be useful.”

Zhu Mumu observed the aura surrounding the vending machine and pondered, "This thing was abandoned here and has been tainted by the aura and thoughts of the first person to enter. It has not completely dissipated after being washed by the special time of this place, but has instead become a kind of landmark. It seems that we are indeed only on the outer edge of this ghostly realm."

To better assess the situation, Zhu Mumu signaled everyone to pause for a moment.

He took out five smooth, warm copper coins made of tortoise shells from the cloth bag he carried with him. With a solemn expression, he held his breath and concentrated, silently reciting an incantation before gently tossing the coins to the ground.

Clink, clink, clink, the copper coins fell to the ground.

Zhu Mumu only glanced at it before her brows furrowed tightly.

He collected the coins and tossed them out again.

The second time, the result was the same.

He stubbornly refused to believe it and threw the toss five times in a row.

Each time, the hexagram displayed by the copper coins was strikingly consistent—extremely unlucky!

A bloody light was faintly visible, a deadly predicament, a sign of certain death!

The little girl with the bell looked at the divination results, her face turned pale with fright, and she clung tightly to her senior brother's clothes.

Even the usually composed Frilian's expression turned slightly serious.

Seeing Zhu Mumu's increasingly pale face, Fingel couldn't help but ask, "Taoist Master, how is it? What did you divine? Is it auspicious or inauspicious for us?"

Zhu Mumu sighed deeply, her voice hoarse: "Five divinations in a row, all extremely ominous. The divinations indicate that the road ahead is fraught with difficulties, a malevolent star is looming overhead, and the gates of death are wide open. This journey may bring bloodshed, and the chances of survival are slim."

The atmosphere instantly plummeted to freezing point.

Although everyone was mentally prepared, being so bluntly predicted to have no chance of survival still cast a heavy shadow over everyone's hearts.

Fingel let out a wail and slumped onto the dusty bench. "It's all over, it's really all over now! I knew I shouldn't have come! Not only will we get eaten by monsters, but it looks like we'll starve and die of thirst in this godforsaken place!"

He rubbed his stomach with a long face, "This place looks like there's no food or water, we can't last more than a few days!"

"Not necessarily," Chu Zihang's voice remained calm, as if the five "inauspicious" divination symbols were irrelevant to him. "Nibelungen is a distorted space independent of the real world. The physical rules here are different from reality. Since time can almost stand still,"

He pointed to the 1992 newspaper, “So it is very likely that our physiological needs for food and water will be greatly delayed, or even temporarily stopped, here.”

He paused, then added, "In other words, as long as we don't suffer fatal injuries, we might not die from thirst. But this is just speculation and still needs to be verified."

Lu Mingfei paused for a moment, then touched his stomach. Indeed, he had been inside for a while, but he didn't feel hungry or thirsty at all.

Frillie nodded slightly, indicating that she agreed.

"Really?" Fingel asked, still somewhat skeptical. "Wouldn't that make us gods? But it does make sense. Could we stay here forever?"

"The premise is that you can evade the 'master' here and those 'jailers'," Frilian poured cold water on him, "Moreover, staying in this distorted space-time for a long time will cause irreversible erosion to your spirit and soul."

Zhu Mumu nodded solemnly, "What Fellow Daoist Chu said makes sense, but Fellow Daoist Frilian's reminder is even more crucial. This place is filled with resentment and malevolent energy that corrodes the soul; staying here for too long will surely lead to unforeseen consequences. We must find our target or a way to leave as soon as possible."

After a short break and discussion, although the future was fraught with danger and uncertainty, at least for the time being, there was no need to worry about survival.

After composing themselves and gathering their gear, the group decided to continue exploring the passageway along the platform to one side, hoping to find more clues about the missing persons or to get deeper into the core area.

After studying the yellowed map carefully, Chu Zihang pointed to a possible direction: a passageway leading to the early office area.

Chapter 162 Your Majesty, Please Protect Your People

Deep within the Nibelungen, time and space become increasingly distorted.

Originally, Caesar was supposed to join another team, but he was seriously injured last night by a man wearing a clown mask and can't come.

Therefore, only Lin Xia and the other two entered Nibelungen.

The trio of Guilliman, Horus, and Lin Xia, with their backs against a moldy wall, were engaged in an unprecedentedly difficult battle.

The area they were in was an abandoned train dispatch center hub, filled with old-fashioned control consoles, rusted rails, and the remains of abandoned train carriages.

Now, the ruins are submerged by a tidal wave of shadows.

Deadpool! Hundreds of Deadpools!

They crawled out of the shadows, from the ventilation ducts, and even from under the rusted chassis, like demons pouring out of the cracks of hell.

Most of these Deadpools retain a vague human form, with corpse-like bluish-gray skin, twisted and deformed limbs, sharp nails, and unconscious, hungry groans emanating from their mouths.

Their eyes are empty and lifeless, filled only with the most primal instincts of killing and devouring.

"Damn it! How can there be so many! Can't we kill them all?!" Horus roared, his appearance at that moment was truly terrifying.

The Word of Power: Ghost Victory had already been activated to its limit. His body had swelled to nearly twice its original size, his muscles were bulging, and his dark blue blood vessels were crawling all over his body like twisted earthworms. Even his skin surface had a fine, dragon-scale-like keratin layer.

The specially made alloy battle axe in his hand had been chipped and was covered in thick, dark green Deadpool blood.

Each swing of the axe could cut the approaching Deadpool in half or smash him to pieces, but more Deadpools would immediately pounce on him fearlessly, adding new wounds to his body with their claws and teeth.

His strength was rapidly depleting, and the side effects of Ghost Victory were beginning to backfire. Intense pain and bloodthirsty madness constantly assaulted his reason. His breathing was as heavy as a broken bellows, and each breath was accompanied by blood foam.

"Lin Xia! Think of something! There are too many of these!" Horus roared as he struggled to parry several Death Servants that pounced at him simultaneously.

Lin Xia's face was pale, and her forehead was covered in a fine layer of sweat. Her Word of Power: Hypnosis had little effect on these Dead Servants who had long since lost their minds and were left only with instincts.

The mental shock was like a stone sinking into the sea, unable to affect their chaotic sea of ​​consciousness at all.

She could only continuously release a weak mental barrier to barely deflect some deadly attacks, but the barrier was on the verge of collapse under Deadpool's frenzied attacks, and her mental energy was about to be exhausted.

"No! Their consciousness is a chaotic vortex! My hypnosis can't find a core to influence!" Lin Xia's voice was filled with despair and tears as she looked at Horus's ever-increasing wounds, her heart filled with anxiety.

Killieman is in slightly better shape of the three.

His Word of Prophet constantly anticipates the most dangerous attack routes in his mind, allowing him to avoid fatal wounds with minimal movement.

The twin pistols in his hands continuously spewed flames, and the specially made mercury-core blunt gold bullets accurately hit the eye sockets or hearts of the Dead Servants, slowing down their movements.

But bullets are finite, while the number of Deadpools is infinite.

"This won't do! Horus is nearing his limit! Lin Xia can't hold on any longer!" Guilliman's mind raced, calculating every possible probability of survival, but the result was always despair.

There are so many Dead Servants that they are blessed by the power of the entire Nibelungen and are practically immortal here!

A decision must be made!

A resolute glint flashed in Killieman's eyes.

He took a step back, hiding behind the brief barrier formed by Horus and Lin Xia, and quickly put the empty guns back into their holsters.

He took a deep breath, made up his mind, clasped his hands together in front of his chest, and interlaced his fingers to form a mudra.

He closed his eyes, ignoring the frenzied roars and the sound of claws tearing through the air, and began to chant in a deep and solemn ancient language from the distant starry sea.

The language was not dragon script, yet it contained a powerful and sacred force.

"In the name of the emperor, with the light of the golden throne."

"We are your blade, and you are our shield."

"Cleanse the heretics! Purify the heretical! Burn away the filth!"

"In despair, I pray for the blessing of the holy flame!"

"For the survival of humanity! For the emperor!"

As his last syllable fell, a scorching, pure power pierced through the barriers of time and space, suddenly descending upon this place.

A dazzling golden light erupted from Guilliman's body. The light was not flame, but it was more intense than flame, and it was full of order, faith, and destructive power.

His injuries healed at a visible speed in the golden light, and his fatigue vanished completely.

Originally, he only had a C-grade bloodline, but under the infusion of this golden light, his aura surged wildly, briefly breaking through the critical bloodline limit and reaching an unimaginable level.

Killieman opened his eyes, and his pupils turned into a burning gold.

He drew his long-unused melee weapon, a broad-bladed two-handed greatsword, from behind his back.

The blade of the greatsword was ablaze with flames composed of pure golden light.

"For the Emperor!!!"

Guilliman let out a deafening battle cry, the sound waves mixed with powerful psionic energy, causing the Deadpools who rushed towards him to freeze in their tracks.

He gripped the burning golden greatsword tightly with both hands and swept it forward.

boom!

A crescent-shaped shockwave, composed entirely of golden flames, roared out.

Wherever it passed, the hideous Deadpool, like ice and snow encountering the blazing sun, let out a shrill scream, its body rapidly melting and vaporizing.

In an instant, a large vacuum area was cleared out from the dense horde of Deadpools.

"Go!" Guilliman roared like thunder, grabbing the nearly exhausted Horus and the stunned Lin Xia, and charging towards the direction from which the golden sword light had been unleashed.

At the end of the cleared passage, a half-open old iron gate can be vaguely seen, with a sign that reads "Old Dispatch Office" hanging on it.