Lu Mingfei, become the King of Elden!

Chapter 59 The Little Mountain Demon, Taken Down

Neferi continued:
“If you intend to challenge Grek, you can ask me for help. He has defiled the wind and the earth far too much. Even if I help him, my godfather will surely turn a blind eye.”

Lu Mingfei had some doubts:
"You didn't come here to challenge Grek?"

"Do not."

Neferi shook her head:
“I’m only here to gather intelligence; my godfather never lets me do anything unnecessary.”

Lu Mingfei recalled the arrogant, eccentric man with ears all over his armor. Given his commanding presence, issuing such an order seemed perfectly natural, didn't it?

The female warrior in front of him was completely out of place with Baizhi's temperament, and it was hard to imagine that the two were godfather and goddaughter.

Would a man like that have family feelings?

However, Neferi seems to be a good person.

He grinned, revealing a mouthful of white teeth:

"Absolutely! But I've already made plans with my friends; if the opportunity arises, we'll fight side by side."

Neferi showed a regretful expression:

"Is that so? Then I can only wish you good luck. I apologize for saying too much. As fellow Faded Ones, let us trust in our guidance and move forward. Believe that one day, the road will lead to the throne of the King of Elden."

The two were heading in different directions. Neferi seemed to be searching for something on Baizhi's orders, while Lu Mingfei was heading to a small room deep inside to challenge Grek. They had to part ways with regret.

"Alright, now what should we do with you?"

Lu Mingfei, carrying the greatsword of the Knight of the Lost Homeland, gazed at the silent wall of flesh in the distance.

Its massive, hunched body was supported by an enormous sword that cracked the stone bricks beneath its back. Its exposed skin resembled weathered, cracked tree bark, and a gaping hole in its abdomen pierced its body, as if some terrifying being had ripped out its internal organs, leaving only a desolate wasteland. Two exiled soldiers, clad in tattered leather armor and wielding rusty halberds, paced mechanically at its feet.

Descendants of giants, mountain trolls.

This is the final barrier before the demigod "Greek," the descendant of the Golden Prince, the de facto ruler of Stonewell and Nymgford, and the one who "severed limbs." Only by overcoming them can one gain the qualification to meet the vile one who tarnishes the name of storm, gold, and demigod.

The exiled soldiers were easy to deal with, and ordinary mountain demons were no longer invincible enemies for Lu Mingfei. But putting these three together was a tricky situation.
Lu Mingfei scratched his head.

The only thing we can do is lure those two soldiers over and kill them.

Hopefully, this won't disturb the mountain demon.
He positioned himself near the corner, pulled a pale, animal-bone-forged throwing knife from his robes, carefully aimed it at one of the soldiers, and then flicked his wrist—

laugh--

The sound of it cutting through the air was so faint as to be negligible. The pale bone knife traced a light parabola in the air, and as expected, it landed squarely on the mountain demon's foot, which was as thick as a city wall.

Time seemed to freeze for a moment. "Awooo—!!!"

The enormous roar was like a mountain collapsing; the air in the entire courtyard was violently torn apart, the iron spikes on the barricades vibrated, and even Lu Mingfei's eardrums felt a sharp pain. The mountain demon's huge, previously cloudy and numb eyes instantly turned ferocious.

Lu Mingfei sighed and muttered to himself:

"So I just don't understand, who can use this thing as a hidden weapon? Huang Yaoshi? Or Li Mochou? At most, I'm just like Lord Wei, right?"
"This thing made of animal bones feels so light, and its center of gravity is so weird. I'm so fed up!"

Complaining aside, the fight still has to happen.

His golden pupils suddenly lit up, and the bloodline from the ancient times stirred within his body. The illusory dragon blood mark began to slowly condense in front of Lu Mingfei.

Roar!
A gigantic, ferocious dragon head, seemingly composed of destruction, emerged from the void.

boom--! ! !
Less than half a meter in front of his palm, the space was completely ignited! Terrifying flames burst forth, expanded, and erupted explosively in mid-air!
A thick, golden-red pillar of fire, like a column of volcanic lava, carrying the terrifying heat of dragon flames that could incinerate everything, roared in a way that could shatter eardrums, and fiercely met the giant mountain sword that was cleaving down from the sky!

High Dragon Offering Prayer, Flame of Aquil.

This is the result of Lu Mingfei's spiritual practice.

As his understanding of dragon blood and dragon food deepened, and as he gradually pondered the spirits of humans and dragons, perhaps his "sensing" ability reached a threshold, one night he finally discovered a fragment of will that did not belong to him deep within the "origin." When that will was devoured and obliterated, it transformed into a powerful force.

Even among the Dragon Eaters, few can master this dangerous high-level prayer that can devour the user's will if not handled carefully. Now, it is fully blossoming in Lu Mingfei's hands.

Sizzle—Crack!
A piercing, teeth-grinding metallic screech rang out. It was the instantaneous collision of intense heat and absolute power! The mountain demon's massive sword, which had devoured countless lives, softened, twisted, and turned red at a visible speed! Molten, crimson metal flowed and dripped onto the ground like tears, hissing and scorching black craters into the ground! The immense impact caused the massive sword's downward trajectory to veer off course.

"Roar!!!" The mountain demon's angry roar turned into a roar of shock and fury! Its arm muscles bulged and veins throbbed as it tried to forcefully suppress the flames spewed by this damned human!
However, it was ultimately made of flesh and blood; how could it withstand the intense heat of the dragon flames raging across the borderlands? Perhaps its ancestors might have been able to put up a fight, but it was merely a small mountain demon.

The two exiled soldiers who charged forward were almost melted together by the flames, their spears fell from their hands, and their bodies turned into charred charcoal, completely dehydrated, and indistinguishable from one another.

Lu Mingfei strode forward, his armored boots stomping heavily on the ground. The storm's domain instantly opened up around him, sending rubble and debris flying. The violent hurricane dispersed the ash and heat in the air, and also changed the trajectory of the mountain demon's 80-yard-long foot that should have landed.

Combat skill: Storm Step.

Lu Mingfei skillfully dodged the troll's massive body as it crashed to the ground with a roll, then steadied himself and decisively raised the Storm Knight's greatsword, bringing it down cleanly and swiftly towards the troll's neck.

Click.

The sharp blade effortlessly pierced through the bone, precisely severing the internal medulla and accompanying blood vessels and nerves. As the heart continued to pound, blood gushed out like a fountain from the severed carotid artery, flowing stickily onto Lu Mingfei's shiny silver armor.

He flicked the foul-smelling blood off his sword, letting the mountain demon's enormous head roll down the steps with a gurgling sound.

(End of this chapter)