Dragon Race: Lu Mingfei Returns from Warhammer

Chapter 417 The Black King

Fingel's exclamation still reverberated in the cold air, and the hoverbike's engine emitted an uneasy low growl.

"What...what should we do now?"

Chen Motong's breath almost stopped, his gaze fixed on the solidified terror.

That enormous, moving mountain-like, grotesque black shadow—

After absorbing the golden light representing Lu Mingfei, it was as if time had been paused.

Its movements stopped, as if it had transformed into a giant, pitch-black sculpture standing on the blood-red ice sea, and even the rolling blood-red waves seemed to calm down and slow down.

Pompeii's keel cross was thrown far away, clearly indicating that Lu Mingfei wasn't blindly trying to give this black catfish an extra meal.

"Don't be afraid! This is a technique... no, no! The commander probably wants to cut this thing open from the inside!"

Although Fingel tried to calm himself down, his voice was filled with obvious shock and panic.

This was completely different from what he had expected.

He had thought that with the strength of the Legion Commander, he could easily chop the catfish into minced meat, but he never expected that Commander Lu would walk into the catfish's mouth as if he had walked into a trap.

Is this how the Legion Lord deals with that "Convergence Device"?

We cannot interfere with the Black King's resurrection... We cannot kill the Black King... even if it is just a huge body that has not yet awakened its will.

Most importantly, the data displayed on the eyepiece by the armor system, representing Lu Ming's non-vital signs, energy response, and specific location, all mysteriously dropped to zero, as if he had entered a void completely cut off from signals.

"Wait a little longer...maybe things will turn around."

Fingel's throat felt a little dry.

……

There is no black, foul-smelling esophagus, nor is there any possibility of squeezing, corroding, or tearing to digest itself.

When Lu Mingfei rushed into the giant beast's gaping maw, he felt as if he were passing through an invisible membrane, rather than falling into an abyss.

Instantly, the feeling of weightlessness vanished. He felt solid ground beneath his feet.

He stood on a vast, boundless wasteland, the ground beneath his feet cracked and barren, with only the wind whipping up fine dust and whispering mournful murmurs.

This place was not unfamiliar to him—the magnificent golden tree standing before him, seemingly piercing the sky, was the most familiar landmark.

This is the ultimate place where the World Tree resides!

However, the difference is that in the past his consciousness always landed in the distance. Although his eyes could reach the existence of the World Tree, there was still a long distance between them, which might never be able to get close.
Now, Lu Mingfei's true form stood beneath this magnificent and breathtaking golden tree. Even though he was a modified genetic prototype, he was still as insignificant as dust compared to this behemoth.

But he stood straight, head held high, staring directly at the trunk of the giant tree.

He could see that the surface of the World Tree seemed to be naturally engraved with mysterious runes that were deeper and more primal than dragon runes. They flowed slowly, like a liquid golden galaxy.

But in the center of the tree trunk, there is a chilling crack.

The area around the fissure was filled with a substance somewhere between lava and nebula, like a grotesque wound on the World Tree.

And deep within the wound, a pulse, exceeding the frequency of a heartbeat, was constantly being felt—

Thump! Thump! Thump! ——

It was like the whole world being nailed to a forging table, trembling.

Seemingly sensing Lu Mingfei's arrival, a huge, ferocious, molten red vertical pupil opened from the depths of the dark wound, and a massive, violent destructive intent seemed to surge forth like a tsunami with its awakening.

Lu Mingfei remained completely still, meeting the gaze of that pupil without any fear.

Before me stands the true Black King, Ragnarok—Nidhogg.

He now slumbers here, coexisting with this giant golden tree that represents the foundation of the dragon race's power.

The enormous black catfish was merely a body conceived in this incubation site. Once it reached maturity, the will of the Black King, slumbering here, would descend from the World Tree to that body, transforming it into a new Black King, and re-emerging into the world.

The destruction of the Black King's body also constitutes "interference with the Black King's revival," so Lu Mingfei did not destroy the black catfish to avoid triggering the "convergence device" time mechanism that protects the Black King's gestation.

Now is the most critical moment—the moment to decide whether Lu Mingfei, his legion, and even the facts of this world will be forcibly reset to a certain point in the past.

Pfft!
A loud, rapid heartbeat rang out, echoing like a muffled thunderclap throughout the entire wasteland.

After the Black King was "disturbed" and awakened, the second impact arrived.

But this time it was neither a mental shock nor a physical energy attack. What Lu Mingfei felt was an essential "erasure" or "reset"!
It's like showing the power of the condenser in advance, or revealing the outcome after the condenser is activated.

Lu Mingfei looked down and saw his slender, pale hands, typical of a young man; at the same time, the ground, enveloped in golden light, seemed to draw closer to his line of sight—

He was no longer that towering genetic prototype.

His power, the powerful transformation into the Primarch, the Legion's power armor, the Sword of Revelation—everything seemed to have been erased, as if it had never existed.

He reverted to his old, pathetic self.

Fear? Perhaps the instinct of the unlucky kid stirred for a moment, but it was crushed by the unwavering will of the legion's leader in the next second.

"Is that it?"

Lu Mingfei's voice was not loud, but carried an almost mocking calmness, "You think you can make me tremble and beg for mercy by stripping off my armor?"

The will within the World Tree rift seemed to be completely ignited by this contempt, unleashing an even more terrifying power—

The cracked ground beneath Lu Mingfei's feet collapsed and shattered in an instant, and the gray-black rocks twisted into countless sharp spikes, piercing the tiny, frail figure of the boy from all directions!

Lu Mingfei had no way to dodge, nor was there any way to dodge.

He strode forward, charging towards the golden tree against the storm of stone spikes that could tear the soul apart!
From the moment he became a warrior of the Lamenters Chapter, his dictionary contained only the words "forward" and "charge," no matter what the enemy was!
puff-

The sharp stone spikes pierced through Lu Mingfei's unprotected body without any resistance, and unimaginable pain instantly overwhelmed him—his chest, limbs, head...

His body was like torn pieces of paper, drifting and dissipating in the wind of the wasteland.

die?

nothingness.

In a space devoid of time, a tiny yet intense golden light coalesces with an indomitable consciousness, re-emerging like a struggling spark.

Is it because of the "Holy Son's" power? Or is it His Majesty the Emperor's backup plan?
But most importantly, it was Lu Mingfei's stubborn and unyielding will.

boom!
Beneath the golden tree, in the center of the cracked earth, a figure materialized from the ethereal and solidified once more.

It was still that seemingly frail body, devoid of any strength. Lu Mingfei was shirtless, his upper body bearing the brand-like "scars" of his recent tears.

That is proof that the will was torn apart and forcibly glued back together.

Without anger or unnecessary words, he stepped forward again and launched a second, even more resolute charge!
The flow of time suddenly plunged into chaos and madness; one second it seemed to freeze, the next it was so fast that the body almost disintegrated.

Lu Mingfei's figure flickered and leaped back and forth in the wasteland under the golden tree, seemingly unable to reach the end.

At the same time, his consciousness became blurred in the turbulent flow of time, as many fragmented and unfamiliar memories of "his" past tried to flood in—

That loser playing StarCraft in the internet cafe, that guy who got rejected after confessing his feelings, those moments of being mocked and looked down upon...

"So you know nothing about me on this timeline... about my past and my experiences."

Despite his body groaning under the immense pressure, Lu Mingfei stood tall, resolutely forging ahead against the turbulent currents of time and the weight of his soul.

These so-called "past" memories are as fragile as bubbles in the face of his tempered will, and he doesn't care about them at all!
But the Black King's will is the most powerful existence in this world. The end of Lu Mingfei's second charge was being torn into scattered energy particles by the storm of time turbulence.

Consciousness sank once again into the cold void.

Death...and then rebirth!
The third time, he appeared closer to the World Tree.

His body bore more brand-like scars, but they were also marks of Lu Mingfei's will!
Death...and then rebirth.

The fourth charge...

The fifth charge...

For the first time, the Black King's will deep within the rift displayed an emotion other than anger—surprise and doubt.

He began to wonder about Lu Mingfei's existence. Why was his spirit so tenacious and indestructible?

Every death is not a complete return to nothing. To some extent, Lu Mingfei is absorbing the power of the Black King's will because he and the Black King are essentially one.

But with each charge, he became more resolute than the last, his will tempered through countless trials, unwavering even in the face of death.

Lu Mingfei materialized once again from nothingness, standing only a hundred steps away from the main trunk of the golden tree.

His body was covered with the scars of his will left by the previous dozen or so "deaths," not a single one of them intact, like magma cooling and solidifying, layer upon layer, a shocking sight.

However, his back remained ramrod straight, like an unyielding battle flag, and his eyes were like two sharp swords forged through countless trials, piercing even the darkness.

"See that? That's me."

You can never erase my soul.

His voice was calm as he made his final declaration to the being deep within the crack in the tree trunk. The moment his voice fell, he charged once again toward the pulsating wound of the World Tree.

With the first step, his body swelled and expanded rapidly as if being charged!
No longer the frail boy he once was, his muscles now bulged and bulged, and even the scars covering his body couldn't conceal the sharp edge of his muscles that radiated the power of a deadly weapon.

The second step is to land!
His body grew taller and thicker once more, his bones cracking with a teeth-grinding sound—

It was as if he had returned to the time when he had just completed nineteen Astartes modifications and stepped out of the blood-soaked metal coffin of the Lamenters Chapter.

The third step is to land!
The thick, bright yellow power armor instantly covered and enveloped his strong physique, and the blood-red heart symbolizing undying loyalty on the heavy shoulder armor was conspicuously eye-catching.
Boom! The fourth step lands!
The power armor's iron feet trod on the broken ground of the wasteland, kicking up a ring of gravel and dust.

It was still the armor of the weeping warriors, but on top of the battle-hardened helmet, there was now a crown of fine gold, a symbol of glory;
With the fifth step completed, Katos/Lu Mingfei, the legionary leader of the Sword of Revelation Legion, returned to his previous state!
The Sword of Revelation reappeared in his hand, its surface radiating a blazing and sacred light.

There is no sixth step!

A dazzling light-forged spear wing unfurled from his back, the nozzles at the ends of the wings roaring as they spewed forth torrents of blazing golden energy.

boom--! ! !
As the sonic boom rang out deafeningly, Lu Mingfei's figure seemed to transform into a golden arrowhead capable of piercing through despair, rushing towards the deep rift in the World Tree without any further hindrance.