Dragon Race: Lu Mingfei Returns from Warhammer

Chapter 418 The New King
The golden arrow pierced into the deep crevice in the tree trunk, which pulsated with an ominous aura.

The giant golden tree seemed to tremble in pain because of Lu Mingfei's invasion. The billions of starlight that gathered into its canopy, which blotted out the sky, began to flicker violently, illuminating the wasteland in a bizarre and surreal way.

It was another feeling of crossing an invisible membrane; Lu Mingfei entered the interior of the World Tree.

In stark contrast to its magnificent and sacred exterior, the interior of this fissure resembled a dark tomb—

The giant sword burning with holy flames in Lu Mingfei's hand and the dazzling light-forged wings behind him seemed to be the only source of light in this place.

Where there is no light, everything is swallowed up by thick darkness.

Lu Mingfei frowned.

This was different from what he had imagined—the menacing, molten red vertical pupil he had seen from the outside world had disappeared.

Could it be an illusion?
He strode forward, his armor clattering heavily on the floor.

The light of the holy flame struggled to tear through the viscous darkness ahead, finally outlining a massive silhouette.

Nidhogg the Black King.

He stood there majestically like a mountain, his massive body radiating an oppressive aura like a tangible gravitational field, pressing down on the surrounding space.

Compared to that black catfish, this behemoth before them was more like a dragon described in human mythology—

Or perhaps, the image of the dragon in human mythology was created after witnessing this colossal creature before them!
He seemed to finally sense Lu Mingfei's approach, and rose from his dormant state, his body, as if formed from the deepest dark matter, as massive as a mountain.
Countless, indistinct dark gold runes flowed across its carapace, a darkness purer than the abyss, seemingly recording the birth and destruction of the universe.

Tsk-!
The space emitted a piercing shriek as if cloth were being torn apart, and a pair of bone wings, seemingly covering the sky and the earth, were fully extended.

In the myths and legends that evoke fear and unease among humankind, on the day of Nidhogg's return, his black wings will be covered entirely with human skulls.

"Roar--!!!"

The crimson dragon eyes shone from the darkness, accompanied by a roar that exploded directly into the depths of the creature's consciousness. That extreme desire for destruction struck Lu Mingfei's mind like a heavy hammer.

Lu Mingfei remained unmoved, his brows furrowed behind his mask.

Is this the true form of the Black King's will?
Then other things lit up as well.

It was a viscous, semi-transparent gelatinous substance, like some kind of silt, clinging to the Black King's divine body—

The light comes from inside these gelatinous substances, where countless tiny, cold specks of light flow slowly, like flowing galaxies.

From the Black King's ferocious head to his majestic body and enormous bone wings, these seemingly living, gelatinous substances entangled and clung to him, outlining some mysterious and twisted patterns.

Many tiny, shimmering "tentacles" were deeply embedded in the gaps of the scales, like roots penetrating the flesh and blood of the deity.

"What's this……"

Lu Mingfei felt something was strange... or rather, an almost eerie sense of unease.

"Oh it's you……"

"You have now become... a different race in human skin."

It was another thought that reached straight to the heart, carrying an ancient and unquestionable authority; the Black King's molten eyes seemed to pierce through Lu Mingfei's soul...

Nature.

"I am human, the son of the Emperor."

Lu Mingfei responded coldly, but did not rush to launch an attack.

He was still pondering what those gelatinous substances that seemed so "out of place" to him actually were.

Black King did not respond to Lu Mingfei's declaration; instead, a clearer, commanding thought crashed down upon him:

"come over."

"Reunite with me...and let all the traitors perish!"

The will seemed irresistible, and the pressure in this space instantly increased, as if some force intended to drag Lu Mingfei directly over.

The star-like gelatinous substance covering the Black King's head writhed and boiled, its cold starlight flashing violently as if cheering for the impending "contact" or...devouring.

"Never mind... there's really no need for any communication."

The golden torrent erupting from the Lightforged Wings behind him swallowed up Lu Mingfei's words, leaving only a ring of spreading golden gas explosion clouds in place.

The Black King let out a deafening roar, raising a giant claw covered in black armor and starry gel to strike the incoming golden meteor. But all that could be seen was the golden trajectory turning at an almost impossible angle, transforming into a spiral trajectory that spread upwards along the Black King's giant claw!
The Black King's giant claw, along with its forearm, was cleaved into several pieces. The cuts were smooth and flat, burning with holy golden flames. The translucent gel covering the surface was instantly ignited, turning into countless tiny golden sparks that exploded outwards.

No blood gushed out... because this was merely the Black King's will, not his actual flesh and blood.

But the Black King's anger was real. The star-like gelatinous substance on his body seemed to boil over, and countless gelatinous tentacles, shimmering with starlight, stretched out wildly, weaving a large net that covered the entire field of vision, trying to completely lock up and trap Lu Mingfei.

Lu Mingfei's figure came to an abrupt stop in mid-air, his light-forged wings stretched to their limit, and dazzling golden energy projectiles surged out from the nozzles at the ends of the light wings, meeting the star net!

Boom——! ! !
A huge rift was blasted into the StarNet, and at the same instant, Lu Mingfei's figure disappeared from the spot, leaving only a ring of golden light that had not yet spread.

In the next millisecond, he appeared directly above the Black King's hideous head like a savior!
The Legion Lord's armored body and the pair of dazzling lightforged wings behind him formed a majestic holy cross in the dark void.

In the name of humanity!

"In the name of the Emperor!"

Lu Mingfei's roar was like the sound of a giant bell, even drowning out the Black King's furious howl.

The cross slashed down with a thunderous roar, like the final judgment of the Sword of Damocles. A streak of blazing golden light flashed by in an instant, piercing precisely from the top of the Black King's head!

Time seemed to freeze completely at that moment—

Immediately afterwards, hundreds and thousands of golden slash marks appeared in this frozen space, like countless golden lightning bolts being branded into the solidified dimension.

When Lu Mingfei reappeared, time and space seemed to be shattered into countless crystalline fragments, falling silently like a glass mirror, and the true strike—

In that instant of "freezing," everything landed on the surface of the Black King's will!
Hundreds of blazing gold slashes pierced through the Black King's divine body, and the star-like gel covering the Black King's entire body, which was like a living organism, stopped writhing, and the cold starlight flowing inside was extinguished.
Finally, they shattered like fragile glass, turning into countless sparks that extinguished and dissipated.

"How...so..."

The Black King's ancient and majestic will is now reduced to fragmented and unbelievable pieces.

His dragon eyes stared intently at Lu Mingfei, who had his back to him, and the crimson light quickly dimmed.

What surged within was no longer a pure desire for destruction, but a mixture of astonishment, anger, and...

A sense of bewilderment and relief after being forcibly stripped of certain shackles?
Without a cry of grief, without a final word, the dark matter that constituted the Black King's will disintegrated and vanished silently, like a collapsing sandcastle.

Lu Mingfei slowly turned around and silently watched as a flame, beating like a heart, appeared where the Black King's will had dissipated.

The "convergence device"... was not activated.

Although he couldn't confirm it, his intuition told him that the time mechanism protecting the Black King hadn't worked.

The reason may lie in the very existence of the Black King—

This is like a paradox tacitly approved by the rules: Nidhogg, who possesses the authority of the "Holy Father," is the Black King, so Lu Mingfei, who possesses the authority of the "Holy Son," is naturally also the Black King.
In this habitat of the Black King's will, as long as there is still one Black King's will present, the activation conditions of the convergence device will not be met.

However, Lu Mingfei's brows remained furrowed behind his mask.

The Black King's will... should I say it wasn't as powerful as I imagined?
And what do those strange and incongruous star-shaped gels, and the Black King's last trace of primal will, mean?
Chaotic thoughts swirled in his mind, but Lu Mingfei's steps remained steady and firm.

He silently walked toward the floating, flickering flame—the authority of the "Father" represented by Nidhogg, the core of the Black King's power and authority.

By absorbing it, the ancient shadow that has loomed over human civilization will vanish, and he will become the new Black King—

And this immense power will be used for humanity, for emperors, and for legions.

After taking a deep breath, Lu Mingfei calmly inserted his armored hand into the core of the flame.

……

Outside, on the ice field of the hatchery.

"Look!"

Chen Motong's exclamation broke the oppressive silence, and the black behemoth, which had been frozen like a sculpture and remained motionless, began to change.

A series of sacred and dazzling golden patterns are appearing on its massive, mountain-like body, spreading like flowing molten gold!
Meanwhile, Fingel, and all the Astartes warriors of the Sword of Revelation Legion who remained uninvolved, felt a more direct and profound tremor.

The genetic seeds within their bodies actually began to beat like a heart and resonate!

A scorching power originating from the depths of their blood, seemingly from the very origin of their genes, is crossing some incomprehensible high-dimensional barrier and continuously flowing into their bodies.

Muscle fibers hummed, bones strengthened, and nerve reaction speed soared—their combat potential was being propelled to a new peak under the infusion of this overwhelming power.

"The commander..."

Fingel's voice trembled slightly with excitement, then burst into a roar of wild joy: "It's a success!"

However, this boiling ecstasy and feeling of being filled with power didn't even last ten seconds—

The flush of excitement on Fingel's face vanished instantly, replaced by a horrified ashen color!

He suddenly clutched his chest, as if something was about to pierce the gene seed.

"wrong!"

He roared hoarsely, his voice filled with horror and urgency, "Another force is trying to infiltrate! Something's happened to the commander!"