Dragon Race: Lu Mingfei Returns from Warhammer

Chapter 413 Borrowed
Lu Mingfei abandoned the hoverbike and chose a more direct and violent attack method!

"Commander! Wait for me!"

Fingel shouted anxiously, hurriedly driving his motorcycle down the glacier to try and catch up with Lu Mingfei, while also taking over the Legion Master's combat motorcycle to move forward together.

Although he had expected this, he was still stunned when he saw Lu Mingfei take off.

This is also the biggest headache for the Legion right now: what kind of equipment should be provided to the guards so that they can keep up with the Legion Lord's charge in this mode?

Despite Lu Mingfei's repeated emphasis that there was no need to establish his own personal guard team.

……

Pompeii's warships were like steel behemoths lurking on a sea of ​​blood, exuding a cold and blasphemous aura.

As the distance closed and visibility improved, two smaller, similarly armed escort ships surrounded the warship like stars around the moon, protecting it in the center.

Lu Mingfei's rapid charge was like a golden meteor, but Pompeii's fleet was by no means an unsuspecting target.

The menacing turrets and defensive weapon arrays on the ship's hull had already begun to rotate, and the eerie green or scarlet aiming beams, like the pupils of a demon, instantly locked onto Lu Mingfei, who was hurtling towards them at high speed from afar.

The close-in weapon system (CIWS) turret opened fire first, with dozens of deadly fire lines composed of armor-piercing and high-explosive shells intertwining to form a steel storm covering the airspace ahead. The dense, roaring barrage was enough to tear any approaching object, whether it be a missile or a fighter jet, to shreds!

However, Lu Mingfei's speed was simply too fast.

His flight posture was a fusion of agility and ferocity, accompanied by dazzling, physics-defying short-distance changes of direction, sudden stops, rapid ascents, and dives during high-speed propulsion. The metal storms that could tear steel could only futilely brush past the golden afterimages he left behind, and not a single shell could hit that brilliant meteor.

At the same time, the covers of the missile launch silos on both frigates popped open simultaneously!

Dozens of air-to-air missiles, trailing long plumes of smoke and with alchemical matrix-like glows on their warheads, swarmed out like a school of piranhas drawn by the scent of blood.

They drew deadly arcs in the air, flanking Lu Mingfei from all directions, leaving no blind spots!
The surface of the anti-aircraft missile warhead is engraved with the "Holy Judgment" enchantment matrix. This incantation has the mystical attribute of "guaranteed hit". Pompeii could apply it to the "Sword of Divine Retribution", and he could naturally apply it to the missile warhead as well.

Clearly, the other party's claim that his alchemy skills were on par with Old Tang's was not unfounded.

However, a perfect hit does not necessarily mean that it will cause corresponding damage!
As he made a sharp, near-right-angle turn, shaking off several missiles, the light wings on Lu Mingfei's back fluttered, seemingly becoming even more solid.

He then swooped down rapidly, his light-forged wings behind him cutting through all the missiles that came his way with the precision of two blades of light. The exploding fireballs behind him formed a continuous chain, like destructive fireworks crowning a new king.

In the blink of an eye, Lu Mingfei had pounced onto the outer hull of the first frigate on the left, a blind spot that was temporarily out of reach of the dense close-in weaponry.

The Sword of Revelation reappeared in his hand, and the alchemical field that had illuminated its surface after its formation continued to expand rapidly. The dazzling golden light solidified and extended into a new blade—

A piercing metallic clang and an energy shriek rang out as the Revelation Sword in Lu Mingfei's hand, originally more than three meters long, had now transformed into a giant blade of light that was forty meters long!

Its length even exceeded the width of the frigate itself, and the edge of the sword, made purely of divine energy, seemed to have cut distorted cracks into space itself.

There was no need to swing the sword, or rather, no one could see Lu Mingfei's sword-wielding movements. When the fire control system recaptured the rising golden meteor, a deafening roar, like cloth being torn apart by brute force, suddenly erupted!

The frigate that Lu Mingfei had attacked had a perfectly smooth crack, burning with golden divine flames, starting from its strongest ram, spreading silently yet irresistibly downwards and backwards, like butter sliced ​​by a red-hot knife.

Smash the ship!

A gruesome wound that pierced through the keel, engine, or other critical structure cleaved the frigate, which was covered in thick, cold armor, in two. Molten iron flowed from the scorching metal cut and hissed as it plunged into the sea of ​​blood below, stirring up surging steam and waves of blood.

This isn't over yet!
As Lu Mingfei took off again, his magnificent light-forged spear wings stretched to their limit on both sides. Then, all eight energy-gushing nozzles pointed downwards, and the wings began to vibrate at a high frequency that was difficult to detect with the naked eye!

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh—!"

A sharp, piercing sound, like a swarm of bees breaking through the air, rang out as hundreds of condensed, blazing golden energy projectiles burst forth from the nozzles of the light wings, like a torrential golden rain.

We'll retaliate with firepower!

The sight was even more breathtaking from a distance. Even Fingel, who was speeding after them on his motorcycle, couldn't help but slam on the brakes and stare at this earth-shattering scene with bated breath.

Guided by Lu Mingfei's extraordinary computational and control abilities, the energy projectiles precisely struck all the exposed weapon nodes of the fleet below! They were unstoppable!

Rumbling--

Close-in weapon turrets, missile launchers, drone platforms... all were instantly paralyzed and detonated in the blazing golden rain, and the flames of the explosions instantly burst forth wildly on the remaining two ships!

Twisted turrets and burning parts crashed down into the crimson sea below. Even another frigate, under Lu Mingfei's targeted saturation fire, had already tilted and was about to sink into the sea of ​​blood.

The once noisy and deadly barrage of firepower is now reduced to crackling, burning wreckage. Lu Mingfei alone sank and crippled the fleet!
This is as it should be.

If the leader of the legion can't even handle three small ships like these, how will he ever be able to switch sides with the enemy Titans in the future?
Beneath the billowing smoke-filled sky, the golden meteor accelerated again, hurtling towards the last remaining alien flagship below without any hindrance.

The golden brilliance of the meteor flashed past the huge observation window of the bridge, leaving only two charred and twisted marks on the thick reinforced glass surface, scorched by the friction of the air at extreme speed.

Instead of ramming the bridge, Lu Mingfei crashed into the flagship's widest forward main deck like a precision-guided cannonball!
"Boom——!!!"

A dull, resounding crash, like a meteorite falling to earth, shook the very bones of the dragon!
Centered on his landing point, the alchemical deck covered with a dark red coating collapsed violently downwards as if struck by an invisible giant hammer. A visible shockwave then swept across the deck, directly throwing several dragon servants who had lost their footing into the sea.
A spiderweb-like crater, more than ten meters in diameter, appeared at the point of impact, with cracks spreading wildly and scorching metallic vapor gushing out from the fissures.

Amidst the billowing smoke and hissing steam, Lu Mingfei slowly straightened up. The pair of magnificent light-forged gun wings behind him remained folded, instead slightly retracted, like a majestic cloak protecting him. The golden energy remaining at the nozzles flickered like breathing, radiating a suffocating sense of oppression.

The Sword of Revelation has returned to its normal mode, held firmly in Lu Mingfei's hand, its radiance flowing across the surface of the blade, which is as if it were forged from gold.

At the same time, he raised his left hand and, with a soft "click," removed his helmet.

The smoke and steam dissipated as if in awe of divine power, revealing a pair of burning, molten gold eyes!

The intense gazes, like two tangible swords, pierced through the smoke and dust, locking onto the figure on the other side of the deck.

There, in front of the massive alloy gate leading from the bridge to the main deck, a figure seemed to have been waiting for a long time.

Pompeii, Gattuso... the Dark King...

Or it could be called "Loki," the Norse god of lies and trickery, and the king of the sky and wind among dragons.

It no longer matters which one it is, "power" or "force," as he has already achieved the unification of power and force.

He is no longer the dashing Italian nobleman depicted in the records. He now has a new, robust body that is nearly three meters tall, covered by a ferocious armor that seems to be forged from shadows and black dragon scales, with alchemical runes on its surface emitting an ominous light.
His face was covered by a bluish-gray, mask-like bone armor, revealing only a pair of molten red vertical pupils that looked like flowing lava; a pair of twisted, spiraling black and gold horns on his forehead exuded a dragon's might that could make hybrids kneel in submission.

Without warning, a dazzling pool of lightning unfolded beneath Pompeii's feet. The neighing of horses echoed between heaven and earth. An eight-legged winged horse with lightning snakes dancing in its mane emerged from the pool, shattering the lightning. Its height was just right so that Pompeii, sitting on its back, could look directly at the towering armored giant!
A twisted black-gold spear and a black-gold longsword each appeared in his palms—

Odin's Gungnir;
With the sword of Levadin that belongs to him in mythology.

He knew very well that his battle with Lu Mingfei would be a bloody and deadly fight, a final ironclad rule etched deep within the dragon race's bloodline and the conflict between kings.

Therefore, he shed all worldly pretense and pushed his existence into a powerful form most suitable for fighting!
He no longer cares about threats like Caesar's close-quarters combat.

Behind Pompeii, on the deck, stood his vast army—a silent and menacing legion of dragon servants!
They too are clad in heavy dragon-scale armor, wielding various ferocious-looking, gleaming alchemical weapons, exuding an aura of iron, blood, and death.

Clearly, they were Pompeii's most elite dragon guards, now protecting their master like the most loyal hounds.

"Your arrival is faster than I expected, Your Excellency, Lord of the Legion."

Pompeii's words, like cold, venomous snakes, spread across the not-so-quiet deck.

He hadn't expected Lu Mingfei to only bring one subordinate, which meant the other party was clearly aware of the mechanism protecting the Black King Supreme.

Relief? Ridicule? These attitudes had already vanished when Lu Mingfei crippled his "Doomsday" fleet.

Lu Mingfei is indeed powerful enough!
"Look at you now, you're completely different from that loser you used to be. Now, even the world has to submit to you and your army."

"Didn't the being behind you come in person? You should know that restarting time would erase everything about you."

He awaited Lu Mingfei's response, awaiting a momentous duel worthy of their respective statuses.

However, Lu Mingfei seemed not to hear Pompeii's words. As if drawn by something, his gaze passed over Pompeii without any ripples, piercing through the thick bridge armor, and staring into the depths of the core.

Ignored? Right in the center of his carefully prepared stage?

A surge of anger rose within Pompeii, and he slowly raised his massive claw, covered in dragon scales—

The dragon guards behind him were like a steel torrent ready to be unleashed, hundreds of dark golden eyes fixed on Lu Mingfei, as if they would surge up and tear him to shreds at the Dragon King's command.

But in that instant when murderous intent surged, Lu Mingfei's figure suddenly vanished.

They vanished without warning, right before the eyes of Pompeii and hundreds of elite dragon servants!

Pompeii's crimson pupils suddenly contracted to their limit, an unprecedented warning like a bucket of ice water being poured over his head; the Time Zero Domain activated and expanded instantly—

When he sensed that aura containing both destruction and holiness again, he realized that Lu Mingfei had appeared behind him at some point.

"How come..."

Before Pompeii could even think, an indescribable pain suddenly descended upon him!

He let out a shrill scream that sounded inhuman, as if he had been struck by hundreds or thousands of blows in an instant. His dragon scale armor and the attached defensive force field were completely torn apart, and armor plates mixed with blood splattered everywhere!

Like being struck head-on by a battering ram, Pompeii's nearly three-meter-tall, imposing body staggered and lost its balance—

The magnificent eight-legged winged horse Sleipnir beneath him had two-thirds of its head severed by a diagonal golden slash!
Silvery brain matter gushed from the severed wound, like liquefied lightning—

Although it is a creature made of pure energy, it will still gush its own blood when it is destroyed.

Three of its four pairs of giant legs had been severed at the root, and it could no longer support its balance. Pompeii fell down, its knees slamming heavily onto the molten and cracked deck.
Dozens of terrifying wounds, deep enough to expose bone and still bearing traces of golden flames, covered his entire body like branding marks!

Although the tissue at the edge of the wound was writhing wildly and trying to regenerate and reorganize under the Dragon King's powerful vitality, it was constantly being burned and hindered by the residual golden energy, and could not recover in a short time.

When he struggled to lift his head, he discovered that his most loyal and powerful Dragon Guard Legion, capable of sweeping away the armies of several small countries, had been completely wiped out!

Limbs, broken armor, and thick, filthy blood piled up into a mountain of corpses, resembling a slaughterhouse exuding a strong stench of blood and entrails.

"No...impossible..."

Pompeii's throat emitted a hoarse, raspy sound, like a broken bellows, filled with disbelief and a deep-seated fear.

Lu Mingfei... he didn't even turn his head!

He walked straight into the depths of the bridge, as if he were just a stranger passing by.

When he "borrowed" Pompeii and his legions, it was as if he were "borrowing" a trivial roadblock.

There was no earth-shattering duel that matched the status of either side. Even Pompeii, the self-proclaimed chess player and Dragon King, was just one of the roadblocks that were "borrowed".

"Lu... Ming... Fei!!!"

A roar, brimming with boundless resentment, endless humiliation, and a hint of fear that even he himself refused to acknowledge, finally burst forth from Pompeii's chest, like a wild beast that had been thoroughly enraged yet severely wounded.

Lu Mingfei had only one response to this.

This response wasn't even directed at him.

"He's in your hands now, Fingel brothers."

Lu Mingfei's icy voice pierced through Pompeii's roar and echoed clearly in Fingel's ears, who had just driven his hoverbike onto the edge of the deck.

It was described as if it were a trivial matter, spoken in a light and understated manner.