Lu Mingfei, become the King of Elden!

Chapter 378 Volcano Residence
A whooshing sound came from the air!
A greatsword with an ancient design and astonishing weight was hurled through the air like a meteorite, carrying unparalleled power, and whistled as it embedded itself in the water between the Herrscher and Lenia!
The mud and water exploded with a deafening roar, the powerful impact even causing the rebel to involuntarily take a half-step back.

"what?!"

The rebel was filled with shock and anger, and suddenly looked up in the direction from which the attack came.

Followed by.

Tap tap tap tap—!
The rapid, powerful sound of hooves grew louder as the horse with two horns broke through the thick fog, galloping across the water like a whirlwind, splashing water everywhere beneath its hooves.

The spirit horse slowly came to a stop beside Lenia, its snorts scorching hot, and on its back sat a tall, silver-armored knight.

Lenia looked up and recognized the knight's armor. It was a set of light armor belonging to a knight from a lost homeland, only it was shinier and looked of higher quality, as if it had been forged a second time.

"Hey," the knight on horseback looked down at Lenia's attire, his gaze lingering for a moment on the Hoslau family crest on her chest, before lazily asking, "Miss, do you know a fellow named Diaros?"

Could he be the young master's friend?

A glimmer of hope rose in Lenia's heart, and she nodded repeatedly.

Upon seeing this, the knight raised his hand and blew the whistle between his fingers, and the magnificent steed turned into specks of blue light and dissipated into the air.

He nimbly dismounted, strode over to the sword stuck in the water, and easily pulled it out with one hand, the heavy blade kicking up a trail of muddy water.

He casually slung the greatsword over his shoulder and turned to Lenia:
"So, you're Lenia?"

Lenia continued to nod vigorously, as if afraid the other person wouldn't see clearly.

Then, Lenia heard the knight mutter something nonsensical like, "I didn't expect to be able to clear out the side quests."

He turned around and casually put down the greatsword he was carrying on his shoulder, its blade pointing directly at the hunter.

"And who are you?" The knight's voice remained nonchalant, but the coldness within it seemed to freeze the surrounding air. "Chasing after my friend's maid is hardly gentlemanly behavior."

The hunter's gaze was incredibly gloomy; he gripped his hammer and spear tightly, adopting a wary posture.

The power contained in that sword-throwing strike made him realize that his enemy was no ordinary foe. He didn't answer the knight's question, but instead sharply retorted:
"A mere knight who has lost his homeland dares to interfere in the affairs of our Volcano Residence?"

The knight paused for a moment, seemingly quite unfamiliar with the title.

He actually turned his head slightly, scratched the side of his helmet with the hilt of his sword, and asked Lenia for confirmation:

"Volcano Residence? Who's that now?"

Seeing his reaction, Lenia felt both anxious and helpless. She could only try to calm her racing heart as she answered haltingly:

“They were a group of Herrschers… They were originally Faded Ones, but they betrayed the Golden Law and hunted their own kind… They were a notorious bunch, and the Hoslaw family despised them.”

She glanced at the menacing pursuers and added:
"He must have seen my family crest and wants to force me to reveal the whereabouts of my young master!"

"Oh—!" The knight suddenly realized, turned back to the hunter, and swung the greatsword on his shoulder. "So they're a bunch of traitors after all. No wonder they were hiding and only targeting lone girls."

"presumptuous!"

The hunter was thoroughly enraged by this dismissive attitude:
"What do you know? You're nothing but a lackey of Twofinger and the Golden Law! Everything we do is to carry out the will of that lord!"

He took a sudden step forward, the murky mud exploding beneath his feet, his entire body radiating a chilling killing intent. The hunter raised his menacing hammer-spear high, the dark red rust on the hammerhead seemingly soaked in the blood of countless victims.

"I am Henrik the Traitor, a knight serving the lord of the Volcano Mansion! In your name, my lord, you shall be beheaded here!"

Before he finished speaking, Henrik the Herrscher's muscles bulged, and his heavy hammer-spear, accompanied by a terrifying whistling sound that tore through the air, slammed down toward the knight!

Faced with this ferocious attack, the knight seemed to sigh helplessly, even having the leisure to state his name:
"Tsk, you resort to violence when you can't win an argument? Listen, I'm Lu Mingfei of Stoneville—hey, what kind of chivalry do you have? You can't even let someone finish their sentence?!"

The moment he finished speaking, the hammer and spear were already upon him!
"clang--!!!!!"

A deafening explosion suddenly rang out!

Lu Mingfei didn't even make a large swinging motion with his sword; he simply flipped his wrist, and the sword accurately blocked the hammer and spear that were slamming down.

The immense force of the collision created a shockwave that dispersed the surrounding mist.

Henrik's sure-fire strike was so easily blocked in mid-air, unable to advance an inch!
Henrik's pupils contracted violently beneath his helmet; he felt as if he had struck not flesh and blood, but a wall of steel.

The force of the recoil traveled along the handle of the hammer and spear, making his hands go numb.

"Is this enough strength?"

The knight let out a sneer through his helmet:
"I thought you were some tough character, but it turns out you're just good for bullying little girls. What kind of Herrscher is that? Nothing more than that."

Before Henriks could change his move or retreat, Lu Mingfei suddenly twisted and pressed down with his greatsword that had blocked the hammer and spear!
An even more powerful and irresistible force came through the hammer and spear!

"Ugh!"

Henriks screamed as his hand split open, and he could no longer hold onto his hammer and spear. He was forced to drop them by the force and crashed into the mud with a "plop".

"They are nothing but cowards who hunt down their own kind and the weak for their own amusement."

Lu Mingfei said coldly.

The next moment, he turned to the side, stepped forward, and spun around, his movements as fluid as a powerful dance, elegant yet deadly.

Using the force of the body's rotation, the ancient greatsword drew a bright silver arc, slashing upwards from below!

Combat Skill: Arrow Step (Upward Slash)!

Henrik the Rebel felt a blur before his eyes, and the deadly sword was already upon him.

He tried to retreat, but it was too late. The blade struck his armor squarely!

Snap—Sizzle!
An ear-piercing sound of metal tearing apart.

Henriks screamed, his eyes instantly filled with terror.

He felt an irresistible, sharp force penetrate his body! His heavy armor, which he was so proud of, was as fragile as parchment in front of this ancient greatsword, and was easily cleaved and torn apart!
Just how many times has this guy enhanced his weapon with forging stones? In this era of scarcity, how could a wanderer possibly have so many resources?

(End of this chapter)