Dragon Raja: Lu Mingfei finds a Freylian

"I've heard that you Chinese have teammates who are as bad as pigs," Caesar said with a wry smile, sliding down against the screen wall and panting heavily. "Now I believe it."

The three of them temporarily ceased hostilities in this peculiar way, each occupying a corner of the edge of the sea of ​​fire. The burning mermaid fat crackled and popped, and the thick smoke made them cough incessantly.

Genjiro's attention was not on Caesar.

As the ground tilted, the corpses of the Executive Bureau cadres, who had been dragged behind the screen wall, slowly rolled out along the smooth pool of blood. Five, seven, twelve—they wore the same black trench coats as him and the same Executive Bureau badges. Their faces were as pale as paper, and their frozen eyes stared into the void.

Genjiro silently gazed at the familiar face.

He couldn't recall their names, but he had brushed past them in the corridors of the executive bureau, nodded to them in the elevator, and shared the same pot of coffee in the duty room late at night.

They were all lying in blood at that moment, and he, their patriarch, was also lying in the same blood.

A trace of sorrow flashed across his eyes.

His expression was fleeting, but Caesar caught it.

Chapter 679 You, the emperor, can't command your subordinates?

Caesar took a deep drag on his cigar, the smoke obscuring his expression. He had absolutely no trust in this dragon-blooded freak. Just five minutes ago they had fought to the death, and any trust he had placed in that man had been shattered to dust by that sharp blade.

But he had to admit it.

Genjiro's gaze did indeed extinguish the last trace of anger in his heart.

This isn't the look of a ruthless butcher inspecting his spoils. It's the look a person, whatever flows in their veins, would have when looking at a comrade they failed to protect.

“Their deaths have nothing to do with me.” Caesar’s gaze shifted to the murals that were curling, peeling, and turning to ash in the flames. “When I arrived, the ground was already covered in blood.”

The ancient deities and serpents depicted in the murals, the millennia-long cycle of life and death, are now silently crumbling under the intense heat. Golden skulls melt into flowing liquid metal, white wings turn black and curl up, and the legendary path to godhood is annihilated in the choking black smoke.

"The fire looks out of control." Chu Zihang looked around. Fire walls were closing in from all sides, leaving only one narrow passage in the direction of the elevator shaft that hadn't been completely blocked by flames. "No matter what, we need to get out of here first. We don't know how long the aftershocks will last."

"Unlock the building first," Caesar said, pressing the muzzle of his gun against Genji's forehead with just the right amount of force, enough to make the other man feel the coldness of the metal. "We can talk about the rest after we leave this hellhole."

"I do not have the authority to unblock."

Yuan Zhisheng's voice was hoarse, and the seven anesthetic bullet wounds in his abdomen left him in a semi-conscious state.

"The system is still under Mr. Masamune's control. To unlock it, we must use his phone or go to Princess Kaguya's main server room."

Caesar's eyes lit up: "Then take us to Princess Kaguya's main server room!"

“It’s impossible.” Genji slowly shook his head, his breathing aggravating the wound in his abdomen. He frowned. “The main server room is locked down 24 hours a day. People inside can’t get out, and people outside can’t get in. I don’t have permission to enter the main server room. The password and key are with Mr. Masamune.”

"Are you really the head of the Snake-Headed Eight Family?"

Caesar's anger flared up again. This anger was slightly different from the previous one, a mixture of grief and indignation, a divine wrath. This time, it was purely the rage of being so incompetent with his teammates that he wanted to tear his hair out.

"Are you just passing by to buy soy sauce?!"

“Yes,” Genji replied earnestly.

"Are you fucking messing with me?!" Caesar grabbed Yuan Zhisheng's tie and lifted his upper body from the pool of blood. His Hermès tie was stained a mess of blood and foam, but he didn't care. "I'm asking you a very serious question now!"

“If I stay here any longer, I’ll be burned to death too.” Genjiro let him grab him, his tone still chillingly calm. “Playing with you now is no different from playing with myself.”

He paused.

"I've only been the head of the family for a short time, and many permissions haven't been transferred to me yet. I've never even been to Kaguya's main server room."

"Is there any way to get out of this hellhole?!" Caesar practically roared. The flames had already reached the edge of the screen wall, and thick smoke filled the entire upper space. His cigar had long since gone out. "Speak quickly! We won't be here much longer! You, this once-in-a-century super hybrid, will have to go down with me and Chu Zihang! Don't you feel regretful?!"

Chu Zihang thought: Ever since Caesar discovered that there were people in this world whose bloodline was far superior to his own, his speaking style suddenly changed.

He became self-destructive and started using vulgar language.

But because of this, I've become more like a human being.

"Elevator shaft".

Yuan Zhisheng only said three words.

Caesar and Chu Zihang exchanged a glance, making their decision simultaneously without needing to exchange any words.

Chu Zihang helped Yuan Zhisheng up, his movements not gentle, but he didn't intentionally worsen his wounds. Caesar picked up the scattered weapons, taking one last look back at the mural hall engulfed in flames.

Burning mermaids, fallen gods and Buddhas, a thousand-year-old secret turned to ashes.

Then the three of them, supporting each other, stumbled and ran toward the elevator shaft.

The path that Yuan Zhisheng took to get here is also the path that leads him away from here.

For most people, the elevator shafts of high-rise buildings are smooth, vertical death traps with no possibility of climbing. But for hybrids like them, it's not entirely hopeless. The crisscrossing steel beams, the thick steel cables, and the maintenance platforms every few meters all provide footholds.

Chu Zihang poked his head out and looked into the bottomless steel canyon.

The deep elevator shaft stretched from top to bottom, from which one could see the faint emergency lights on the lower level, like phosphorescent glow in the deep sea. This space reminded him of the Nibelungen Line in the Beijing subway—equally dark, equally endless, and equally fraught with unknown dangers.

Caesar re-bound Genjiro's body with purple rope, but loosened his hands and feet, allowing him to retain basic mobility.

"Climb up yourself." In front of Genjiro, he removed the magazine of the tranquilizer dart and replaced it with another one.

The bronze-colored bullet head is engraved with an exquisite cross pattern.

Mercury-core blunt gold armor-piercing projectile.

This is a deadly weapon specially developed by the Equipment Department of Kassel College to target dragons. It is a dangerous item that can kill dragons of the third generation or below with a single shot.

It can pierce through the hard scales of a dragon the moment it hits. When the projectile collides with the dragon's bone, it splits neatly along a pre-engraved cross pattern, forming four high-speed rotating metal petals. The liquid mercury encapsulated inside will rapidly diffuse into the dragon's blood system, and is highly toxic to all dragon-blooded creatures.

Caesar had a general understanding of Genji's abilities.

His speed and strength are top-notch, and his incantation abilities are still unknown, but his physical strength is still significantly inferior to that of a true dragon. Especially after the dragon bone state of bone suture contraction was released, his physique is now essentially no different from Caesar's or Chu Zihang's.

A mercury-core blunt metal armor-piercing bullet could kill him with a single shot.

"If you're going to try anything funny..." Caesar didn't finish his sentence.

Genji glanced down at his watch.

More than two minutes have passed.

Less than three minutes remained of the five minutes Masamune Tachibana had promised. He heard neither the footsteps of the enforcement officers rushing into the mural hall nor sensed any sign that the building's lockdown had been lifted. The security doors were tightly shut, the ventilation system remained in one direction, and the entire building remained a giant prison.

Tachibana Masamune has always been a punctual person.

Could something else have gone wrong?

He poked his head out and looked down into the elevator shaft.

According to the plan, Tachibana Masamune should be waiting for him on a beam on one of the lower floors. The high-voltage cable that had been constantly sparking after breaking had also gone out at some point, and the elevator shaft was as dark as the deep sea.

There was no light, no sound, and no sign of waiting.

Only endless darkness stretching downwards.

A bronze-colored hand silently reached out into the darkness.

Along the cold surface of the steel beam, along the rough texture of the concrete wall, it probed inch by inch, silently, toward Chu Zihang's ankles dangling over the edge of the well.

He is not breathing.

There was no heartbeat.

Not a trace of murderous intent was revealed.

It simply stretches upwards, like a water ghost slowly rising from the deep sea, yearning to climb onto the reefs on the shore.

Chapter 680 Princess Erii of Lanruo Temple (Part 1)

The vault door was open, and the scent of sandalwood mingled with the stench of blood in the air, creating a strange, dizzying mixture.

Lu Mingfei stood at the door, as if he had been put on pause.

In front of him, a girl who had just finished showering was drying her long, wet hair with a large towel while putting a toothbrush in her mouth. White toothpaste foam overflowed from the corner of her mouth, but she was completely unaware, only brushing her left molars.

She didn't pay any attention to him.

Or rather, they didn't care at all about the blood all over the ground.

Behind Lu Mingfei were more than twenty corpses, their blood pooling several centimeters thick, slowly seeping from the edge of the threshold and soaking the soles of his shoes. The thick, pungent smell of rust in the air was almost suffocating.

It's impossible for the girl not to see it.

Unless she doesn't care at all.

What kind of person can remain expressionless, calm, and follow the dentist's recommended brushing procedure to clean each tooth when faced with a pile of corpses?

Lu Mingfei raised his hands, trembling, like a suspicious person stopped by the police.

"We...we've met before," he said, his voice hoarse and hesitant, squeezing out each word. "Do you remember me?"

The girl did not answer.

She just stared at him coldly, the toothbrush continuing its mechanical motion in her mouth.

This was the coldest look Lu Mingfei had ever seen in his life. Not anger, not disgust, not wariness. Purely devoid of any emotion. Like someone looking at an inconspicuous stone by the roadside, watching the clouds drift by outside the window, or looking at the dishes waiting to be washed in the sink.

She looked at him with the same gaze she used when she looked at the corpses.

But Lu Mingfei was certain that he had not made a mistake.

It was 700 meters below the sea, the dark blue water blurring everything. Through the porthole of the diving bell, he saw the figure descending from the sky, stepping on an iceberg. Deep red eyes, seaweed-like long hair flowing like silk in the high-pressure currents, and with a single slash, the dragon-shaped corpse's head silently slid off.

That image was etched into his mind like a brand, the curve of every strand of hair as clear as yesterday.

This is the girl.

The most secret humanoid weapon of the Snake Clan, a breathing taboo salvaged from the deep sea.

A person of such importance should reside in a luxurious mansion, protected by layers of security, and attended to at all times. Yet, she is imprisoned in this utterly heartless place. Silver-white metal doors, reinforced passageways with exhaust systems, and 20-centimeter-thick alloy vault doors.

Like locking up a monster.

A lonely monster.

Lu Mingfei's heart stirred slightly.

He never wanted to talk about Lu Mingze's existence. The reasons were complicated, but ultimately, it was because he knew clearly that he had stepped into forbidden territory.

If his secret were to be discovered, he too would become a lonely monster.

To be admired, to be feared, to be caged and studied. Gone are the nights when Fingel and I would chip in for a late-night snack, scrambling for the last pork chop at the greasy little table, bickering over who could afford an extra 500 yen. Gone are the mundane, warm, and simple joys of humanity.