Dragon Race: Lu Mingfei Returns from Warhammer

Chapter 415 Sacrifice
"That old ghost... he didn't leave behind the 'core' for revival? That shouldn't be the case given his personality."

A cunning dragon king like Pompeii would surely leave behind his "core" and "cocoon" to await his resurrection, so Fingel was somewhat surprised to see a dragon bone cross appear after Pompeii's corpse dissipated.

"Or is it that if one dies in this special space, any 'resurrection' mechanism will fail?"

The thought flashed through Finger's mind. He immediately looked up, trying to find Lu Mingfei's figure amidst the surrounding chaos and billowing smoke, while urgently calling out into the communication channel:
"Commander! I've taken Pompeii! Where are you now?"

But there was no response from the communication channel.

……

Hanging from the cross, Chen Motong felt the ship trembling violently. At the same time, a muffled yet deafening roar came from outside the thick bulkhead.

What's happening outside? Father... no, he's not a father at all.

Has the Dragon King been attacked? Which faction is behind it?

Kassel College? No… I haven’t officially enrolled yet…

A golden light shone through, appearing particularly dazzling in the dim space.

The ray of light moved along the thick bulkhead, leaving clearly visible cut marks in its wake.

As a large section of the cut-open bulkhead crashed to the ground, before the dust and smoke had even settled, Chen Motong's pupils suddenly contracted, and his breath seemed to stop for a moment.

Amidst the smoke and dust, stood a colossal, inhuman figure.

It was not any creature she knew, but an armored giant forged from cold metal and surging power, its height almost reaching the ceiling of the ship's cabin, estimated to be well over four meters!

Thick, angular power armor covered his entire body, each plate gleaming with a dark metallic sheen, and golden energy seeping from his joints, outlining the terrifying power contained within his massive frame.

This colossal figure itself is like a mobile steel fortress, exuding a suffocating sense of oppression.

The most striking thing was the weapon the giant gripped tightly in his hand—the giant sword that had just cut through the thick bulkhead and was still humming.

It was as if it were cast from pure gold crystals, radiating a blazing and sacred golden light, shining like a sun in the dim cabin.

Chen Motong struggled to look away from the giant sword and instinctively searched upwards.

Then, she met the gaze of those burning golden eyes of the other party, and the heavy sense of oppression immediately felt like a boulder pressing down on Chen Motong's heart, almost suffocating her.

What's this! ?

A new form of the Dragon King? Or... some kind of ultimate weapon?
A tremendous fear gripped her, and her bound body tensed instinctively.

As the opponent took a step closer, the sheer size and power of its physical presence, combined with the mechanical aura of the power armor and the sacred radiance of the greatsword, created an increasingly powerful impact on her.

Until she saw the other person's face clearly.

A face that seemed somewhat familiar, as if I had seen it somewhere before.

She suddenly remembered—in her hallucination, in that wasteland with a giant tree, the boy who called her "senior sister".

But unlike that delicate, tired, and somewhat clumsy face, the face in front of her was filled with determination, resilience, invincibility... and an inexplicable sense of security.

Despite it being their first meeting, he exuded a destructive power, his aura as majestic and unassailable as a deity enthroned on a throne; yet, there was an indescribable sense of peace emanating from the depths of her soul that miraculously dispelled all the gloom and fear that had been lingering in her heart.

Her body relaxed, even though the other party had already raised that sacred greatsword.

"Are you alright, child?"

The deep, resonant voice carried a strange penetrating power, and the giant's movements were precise and gentle beyond his size. The tip of the greatsword, like the most skillful probe, grazed the surface of the bronze chains binding her.

Several crisp metallic snapping sounds rang out as the heavy bronze chains broke and scattered on the ground; at the same time, another hand steadily supported her arm to prevent her from falling directly from the cross to the ground.

"You...who are you?"

Chen Motong's voice was hoarse, carrying the weakness of someone who had survived a catastrophe and a deep sense of confusion. As she left the cross, the alchemical array beneath her feet, which had been sustaining her vital signs, rapidly dimmed and went out.

A strong feeling of dizziness and weakness instantly overwhelmed me.

"My name is Lu Mingfei. You are safe now."

The giant's golden eyes, burning with golden flames, remained fixed on her, as if trying to see through her inner nature.

Boom——!
Another loud bang came from outside, and Chen Motong's body trembled uneasily along with the ship.

“Outside…” she gasped weakly, a hint of fear flashing in her eyes.

"My brothers are annihilating the enemy." Lu Mingfei's voice was as steady as a rock, as if the loud noises outside were just insignificant background noise.

A bright red syringe slid into Lu Mingfei's armored palm. "Your current condition is very poor. Without timely treatment and strengthening, you may not be able to leave this space alive."

"What is this...?" Chen Motong's gaze was fixed on the syringe—the size of the syringe seemed somewhat astonishing to her.

"A life-saving medicine."

Before he could finish speaking, Chen Motong hadn't even seen Lu Mingfei's movements clearly. She only felt a slight chill on the side of her neck, like a stinging sensation from a mosquito bite.

Instead, a torrent of life surged through my body, bringing an intense warmth and fullness, like the sun dispelling the cold. The previous weakness, dizziness, and bone-chilling cold melted away rapidly.

"Well……"

An irrepressible sigh, brimming with relief and satisfaction, escaped uncontrollably from her lips.

Just then, the giant ship suddenly began to tremble violently, like never before!
It was another incredibly fast-paced event that Chen Motong couldn't react to. She felt her body lighten and her vision spun around her.

When she came to her senses, she found herself being held in Lu Mingfei's arms, his armored arms like the strongest fortress; she was carried out of the gloomy cabin.

The biting wind carried the salty smell of the sea and the pungent smell of gunpowder, and the deafening roars around her grew increasingly frenzied. Even with her eyes closed, she could feel the intensity of the battle outside.

Someone... is fighting against their own father—that powerful being who is suspected to be the Dragon King?

Is it the "brother" that Lu Mingfei mentioned?
Amidst her fear, Chen Motong couldn't help but feel curious: just how powerful must someone be to fight the Dragon King?
And holding this armored giant... where is the upper limit of his strength? After all, he sees the Dragon King as an "enemy" rather than a "natural disaster," so it doesn't seem that he needs to take action personally yet.

While she was thinking, Lu Mingfei's actions never stopped.

He carried Chen Motong through the breach in the cabin, and just as they were about to plunge into the sea of ​​blood below, a deep and sacred humming sound came from behind him.

"Wings? Wings of Light?"

Chen Motong's pupils dilated, her mind blank. What kind of power was this?
This was completely beyond her understanding of dragon power, or even hybrid power! Dragon wings are flesh and bones, a symbol of power, but the pair of golden wings before her, seemingly made of energy and radiating both a divine and destructive aura... were practically the embodiment of a god or angel descending to earth from mythology!

Its visual impact is even more shocking than when Lu Mingfei’s giant body was first seen!

boom!
With a deafening roar, intense energy surged from the nozzles at the ends of its wings. The enormous golden figure, cradling the tiny child in its arms, shot into the sky like a golden arrow released from a bow.

……

"I am here."

A deep voice came from mid-air, interrupting Fingel's loud shouts.

Lu Mingfei descended slowly from the sky like an angel. The energy flow from the nozzles of his wings behind him dispersed the lingering smoke and energy vapor, clearing a relatively clear area of ​​the deck.

His gaze swept to the cold, ominous bluish-gray keel cross lying on the shattered deck beside him—

Those were the last remains of the Dragon King Pompeii.

He nodded slightly, as if confirming a predetermined ending.

“You did a great job, Fingel.”

Lu Mingfei looked back at his comrades-in-arms, his eyes filled with satisfaction and approval.

"Of course!"

Having avenged himself, Fingel no longer wore a stern face and reverted to his usual carefree and jovial self. "With this 'Bronze Barrier' personally forged by Old Tang, my combat power has increased dramatically! Exploded! Frenziedly increased! Kill! Kill! Kill!"

He excitedly swung his fist, the power armor, already mostly damaged, emitting a dull metallic scraping sound as he moved.

Then, his gaze quickly fell on the somewhat timid girl in Lu Mingfei's arms, and he asked curiously:
"Commander, who is this child?"

"It should be a 'beacon' used by the Dragon King Pompeii to guide people into this space. She has some of the Black King's genes in her body."

At first, Chen Motong stared at the gray-blue dragon bone cross with mixed feelings. Although she hated him, it was still strange to see the man who was once her father—even if he was just pretending to be her father—turn into a skeleton.

Until Lu Mingfei's calm and unwavering voice, like a still well, struck her heart like a heavy hammer.

"Black...Black King!?"

Fingel's playful laughter froze instantly, and his gaze toward Chen Motong became complex, filled with shock, inquiry, and an indescribable solemnity.

Just then, a sturdy hovercraft with armor gleaming in gold and red rose from the turbulent sea with a hum and landed steadily beside them.

Lu Mingfei gently placed Chen Motong, who had been stunned and seemed to have her soul ripped out of her body upon hearing the words "Black King Gene," onto the wide back seat of the motorcycle.

"wait wait wait!"

Chen Motong awoke as if from a dream, her voice trembling noticeably with disbelief and fear. Almost instinctively, she reached out to grab Lu Mingfei's arm.
"You're saying... I have the Black King's genes in me? What... what exactly is going on?"

Her eyes were filled with fear and confusion.

“I don’t know what Pompeii did to you,” Lu Mingfei stopped and turned his head, his golden eyes calmly staring at Chen Motong, “but my bloodline sense tells me that you do indeed possess a fragment of the Black Sovereign’s genes within you.”

He paused, his voice seeming to soften slightly, "Don't be afraid. Soon, all of this will be over."

“This ship can’t hold on, Fingel, get her to safety immediately.”

Lu Mingfei's voice carried a commanding tone.

"Understood! I'll take care of it!"

Fingel immediately composed himself, slammed his breastplate down hard, making a resounding clang.

He turned to look at Chen Motong, who was still in shock and hadn't reacted yet, her face pale, and tried to keep his tone relaxed:
"This motorcycle has an autopilot function. Hold on tight, girl, hold on tight—let's get out of here first!"

……

Two hovercrafts nimbly leaped off the ship and sped toward the ice cap not far away.

Only Lu Mingfei's towering golden figure remained on the bridge, standing atop the tilting, burning steel ruins.

He stretched out his armored giant hand and easily picked up the massive dragon bone cross, which contained terrifying dragon might and might have gathered the power of more than one dragon king.

The cold, metallic feel of the keel penetrated the armor, and one could faintly sense the lingering resentment and bitterness silently roaring within.

"Sacrificial offerings..."

Lu Mingfei muttered to himself, as if he were thinking.

Then, he strode forward, dragging the massive dragon bone cross, to the edge of the ship that was about to sink into the sea of ​​blood.

Without hesitation or reluctance to recycle it, Lu Mingfei slightly raised his arm and threw the dragon bone into the boiling, blood-red seawater as if discarding trash.