Dragon Race: Lu Mingfei Returns from Warhammer

Chapter 414 Say Goodbye to Your Head, Pompeii!

"Understood, leader!"

Fingel's voice came through the helmet grille, filled with excited fighting spirit.

He thought Pompeii would be killed by Lu Mingfei, but he didn't expect that the other party would spare his life and give him the opportunity to finish him off with his own hands!
That burning rage of revenge—not only his own, but also that of Eva, Professor Schneider, Principal Angers… even the Caesar brothers…

Now, we finally have the chance to vent our anger at the culprit!
After that roar filled with humiliation and madness, Pompeii turned sharply, his crimson vertical pupils locking onto Fingel—

"And where did you come from, you bug?!"

"I am the one who will end your filthy life!"

The Terminator-type alchemical power armor, "Bronze Bulwark," specifically designed to fit the "Bronze Throne," is firmly rooted on the deck. Ancient alchemical runes flow like blood vessels on the gold and red armor surface.

The rugged shoulder armor flared outwards like two enormous Gothic shields, its edges wrapped in gilded trim, and the rivets biting into the seams of the armor like a row of ferocious teeth.

The "Generous" alchemical greatsword appeared in his right hand, while the light of the alchemical field on his left arm expanded rapidly, finally solidifying into a cold, heavy tower shield with sharp edges and a roaring dragon head relief at its center.

This is the ultimate alchemical masterpiece forged by the Legion's Alchemy Equipment Department and Fingel's own berserk will.

"For Eva, for the Caesar brothers... for all the souls you toyed with and sacrificed!"

Beneath Fingel's deep, hoarse voice lay a terrifying power, like that of a volcano about to erupt.

"Foolish... It's one thing for him to be foolish, but now you, a mere lackey, dare to spout such nonsense in front of me?"

Pompeii spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva, his lips twisting into a distorted arc, and the surrounding elements began to rage.

Using elemental attacks on Lu Mingfei will be canceled, but this restriction does not apply to other enemies.

Dustless Land - Heavy!
The force field, which should have dispersed in all directions, silently coalesced into a terrifying pressure, precisely crushing Fingel, intending to turn him and his armor into scrap metal!

But suddenly the alchemical runes on the armor surface lit up!

An invisible shield was instantly activated, completely neutralizing the raging elemental turbulence.

"I forgot to tell you, this armor was personally crafted by Old Tang—the version specifically designed for the Dragon King!"

Fingel moved, lunging at the slightly bewildered Pompeii with an agility beyond his enormous size. His alchemical greatsword tore through the air, slicing out a deadly arc that precisely slashed at Pompeii's neck!

Pompeii, being the Dragon King after all, snapped out of his shock and, with lightning speed and reflexes, raised his arm, using the thick dragon scales covering his forearm to block the attack.

Nevertheless, large pieces of dragon scales still fell off, and the giant blade had penetrated deep into the Dragon King's flesh—after all, "Generosity" was one of the Seven Deadly Sins forged by Norton!

In his agony, Pompeii became ferocious and let out a low growl. Ignoring the numerous horrific wounds left on his body by Lu Mingfei, he suddenly spun around and delivered a whip kick. His right leg, covered in dragon scales and wreathed in dark red energy, struck Fingel's armored side like a battering ram.

Just as he was about to draw the prize, Fingel raised his heavy tower shield on his left arm and smashed it down toward Pompeii’s face with the force of wind and thunder!
Boom-! ! !
The heavy thud was like the tolling of a giant bell. Fingel's massive body, weighing several tons, was swung several meters to the side by this astonishing and brute force, carving two deep furrows in the alloy deck.
The alchemical runes on the waist of the armor flashed wildly, absorbing the impact, but Fingel, whose internal organs were in a strengthened state, still felt his internal organs churning.

Pompeii was sent flying several meters by the fierce shield slam, crashing heavily onto a destroyed naval cannon.

"with full force!"

Fingel did not give up any opportunity to attack. After the gyroscope of the armor stabilized his body, the rough shoulder armor plates on the left and right sides opened, revealing two rotary cannons that had already begun to rotate.

Boom boom boom boom—!
The dense barrage of explosive projectiles then created a deadly metallic storm that completely engulfed the area where Pompeii was located.

A blood-stained shadow tore through the metal storm, and a terrifying crimson light shot into the sky—the Dragon King's pride and the humiliation of being severely wounded nearly drove Pompeii to madness!

The shield formed by the power of the Dustless Land blocked the incoming bombs. His claws underwent a more complete dragon transformation, covered with thicker keratin and bone spikes. He gripped the twisted black crystal spear "Gungnir" and the longsword burning with black flames "Leivadin's Sword" tightly.

call out--! !

Pompeii's figure, like a crimson lightning bolt tearing through space, hurtled towards Fingel, leaving behind a piercing shriek, a blinding afterimage, and his monstrous roar:
"I'll kill you... then I'll settle the score with him one last time!"

"Come on! Your life is destined to be ended by my own hand, Alien!!"

The fact that the Legion Lord could easily annihilate Pompeii did not mean that he could easily kill Pompeii, but Fingel was not afraid of the power that Pompeii unleashed, and his roar resounded inside his helmet.

The multi-ton "Bronze Barrier" alchemical armor unleashed a resolute momentum like a mountain collapsing. Fingel, with the Dragon Head Tower shield and sword in hand, charged head-on into Pompeii's two destructive armies!
clang! clang! clang! clang!
If the previous exchange was just a warm-up, then the current battle between the two is the most brutal fight to the death!
A series of dense, suffocating collisions sounded like a torrential downpour hitting an iron felt, with scarlet and pitch-black energy fragments scattering everywhere!
The deck beneath their feet crumbled and collapsed like a fragile biscuit. Ordinary people could not see their movements at all, only the wounds on their bodies after the conflict.

Fingel's greatsword "Generosity" carried a brute force capable of splitting mountains and cleaving seas, each swing unleashing a dull gust of wind; his dragon-headed tower shield was both offensive and defensive, ready to smash directly into Pompeii's face at any moment.

With his "bronze fortress" defense, he fought Pompey to the death using the most unreasonable method of trading blows for blows.

Pompeii, as the Dragon King, was naturally not a lamb to the slaughter. His attacks were equally fierce. The Levadin sword, burning with black flames, left sparks and deep sword marks on the surface of Fingel's armor. Gungnir, on the other hand, thrust each spear at a tricky and ruthless angle at the weak joints of the armor, intending to inflict serious injury.

The two fought their way from the deck to the twisted upper structure of the bridge, and then fell from the upper structure back to the damaged compartments below. Everywhere they went was a mess, as if it had been bombed.
The ship's walls and sides were cleaved into pieces or blasted with several holes, and crimson seawater poured in through the holes, only to be evaporated into blood-red mist by the aftershocks of the battle!

This was a brutal clash between pure strength, will, and steel. Fingel's armor was damaged in many places, and the internal alarms were blaring, but his fighting spirit was unstoppable, and every swing of his sword was accompanied by a wild battle cry.
Pompeii, on the other hand, was like a dying beast. Old wounds and new injuries caused him to bleed profusely, and his vitality plummeted to rock bottom. But the dragon king's ferocity sustained him, and every attack was filled with a mad urge to perish together with his opponent!
But the more he did this, the angrier he became.

He should have fought Lu Mingfei in this manner to show his authority and style, but he never expected to be reduced to fighting to the death with a lackey whose name he couldn't even be bothered to remember!
clang--

A loud bang, accompanied by a shockwave, briefly separated the man and the dragon from their battle.

"Let's see how long you can last, you insect... My power is limitless!"

Pompeii gasped for breath, his crimson pupils fixed on Fingel.

He keenly sensed that although Fingel's offensive remained fierce, the armor's movements had slowed slightly—

The continuous high-intensity combat and his targeted damage to the joints began to show results.

More importantly, the shield effect that could cancel out elemental power has also weakened.

"I'll hold out until... I beat you to a pulp!"

The voice beneath Fingel's helmet was heavy with panting, but the eyes behind the visor burned with an even more intense flame.

Click...click...

The biting cold descended without warning, freezing the crimson seawater and icy mist into countless fine ice crystals, which then began to converge and condense into some enormous creature under the pull of some force.

Word of Power: Nine-Headed Serpent!

Pompeii chose the Word of Power that currently had the lowest consumption and negative effects, but the greatest destructive power—he had no other choice.

The instant the ice mist appeared, Fingel's consciousness seemed to be dragged back seven years, to the dark depths of the Greenland sea—

With just a grazing ice snake, Eva's warm body rapidly grew cold and stiff in his arms, until only her brain retained the activity of despair.
Professor Schneider was hit head-on by a breath casually exhaled by the ice snake, and his respiratory tract instantly died, resulting in severe lung failure.
He, on the other hand, was utterly dejected, like a piece of scrap metal sunk to the bottom of the sea.

The helmet blared with a piercing low-temperature alarm and the "Bronze Barrier" engine roared violently as it suddenly increased its power, like two heavy hammers that shattered the lingering nightmare of the past!
Now... things are different!

"Backup hidden energy activated!"

Om-! ! !
The "Bronze Bulwark" armor was like a torch that had been lit, and all the alchemical runes lit up with a bright light at the same time!

All five Philosopher's Stones in the core of the back, which were used to hide energy, were activated. The violent energy torrent overloaded by the crimson crystal containing pure elemental energy flowed through every alchemical vein of the armor.

All the weapon systems—the shoulder-mounted rotary cannons, the back-mounted miniature missile pods, the chest armor plasma launchers, and even the alchemical flamethrowers hidden on the sides of the chest armor—

At the same time, with direct overload power, a destructive torrent was unleashed upon Pompeii and the dragons and serpents it summoned!

Blinding plasma streams, dense barrages of explosive projectiles, miniature high-explosive missiles trailing plumes of flame, and viscous, scorching alchemical dragon breath flames...

All the firepower instantly merged into a dazzling, death storm powerful enough to tear a small starship to shreds, colliding with the icy torrent spewed out by the nine ferocious dragons with their heads raised!
boom--!
Extreme high temperature and absolute zero, two different elements collided violently, and the superheated steam full of violent energy expanded and rolled outward like a volcano being ignited.

The alchemical behemoth also began to succumb to the energy bursts from the collision, emitting a tooth-grinding, twisting groan as it rapidly expanded and contracted, with its structure constantly disintegrating under internal stress.

Pompeii was breathing heavily, struggling to shield itself from the deadly and chaotic energy flow with its pristine land.

Just when he thought the other party would definitely be severely injured by this energy flow, he suddenly heard a sound like... a machine assembling and deforming.

A burly figure burst out of the scorching steam—it was Fingel!

Despite the power armor groaning and blaring alarms, and sparks flying from its overloaded state, Fingal launched a final, desperate charge toward Pompeii.

Wielding a massive, menacing power tomahawk—

It was formed by combining the previous greatsword and great shield!

The surface of the axe blade surged with compressed, vibrating golden energy, like a giant dragon awakened, exuding a destructive aura.

"What!?"

Pompeii's pupils contracted sharply; an unprecedented sense of deadly danger made the hairs on his body stand on end!

He immediately raised the swords Gungnir and Levadin to block in front of him. He was now extremely weak due to the backlash from the collapse of "Nine Infants".

The enemy is also at their last gasp; if we just hold on a little longer...

However, the opponent seemed to have failed to control the attack distance well. The huge battle axe only struck the deck in front of him, and the terrifying cracks and tremors brought the ship one step closer to sinking.

Pompeii almost burst out laughing; an insect really is an insect—

But the next second, the madness, ecstasy, arrogance, and scheming behind the bone mask were instantly replaced by boundless astonishment, disbelief, and ultimately, pure fear.

Like a roar of a giant axe, a surge of violent golden energy burst forth, transforming into six devastating slashes that plowed across the land!
"This is called the release of super faith power, Alien!"

A deafening explosion rang out as all six golden slashes struck Pompeii, who had carelessly lowered his weapons! Without the protection of two mythical weapons, Pompeii's body was propelled backward by the immense energy, but he only flew less than half a meter before completely losing all support.

Pompeii lay on the ground, his eyes wide open, filled with extreme pain, disbelief, and a kind of...absurd bewilderment.

He looked down at the several deadly wounds on his body that were still burning with golden flames, feeling his life and strength rapidly draining away like a flood.

“You…” He tried to raise the dragon claw, but his arm fell limply down after only raising it halfway.

His death is imminent.

Fingel struggled to his feet from the deep crater in the deck, the damaged armor groaning under its strain.

The axe blade detached from the sword and halberd, transforming back into a tower shield, and crashed to the ground with a clang.

He dragged the greatsword, supporting his body as he walked step by step toward Pompeii, who lay on the ground, each step incredibly heavy.

The broken helmet visor flashed red light, reflecting the Dragon King's dying, resentful face.

Fingel seemed relieved. He put down "generosity" and instead raised his iron fist, which was covered by damaged armor and still bore the marks of battle and bloodstains.

"Say goodbye to your head, alien."

"One million horses—Emperor... Never mind, I'm a bit tired."

Before he finished speaking, Fingel's iron fist, carrying its last bit of strength, slammed into Pompeii's head like a hammer of judgment.

Pompeii Gattuso, the Dragon King, the Dark King... In the end, he couldn't even let out a wail; only the sound of bones shattering and collapsing as his fist slammed down.

His body also collapsed, and the engulfing golden flames burned his shattered body, eventually forging a bluish-gray dragon bone cross.

Complete death, with no possibility of resurrection.