Lu Mingfei, become the King of Elden!

Chapter 80 The Eye of the Wind King Will Forever Accompany Junyan
"Why would a Deadpool who is so thoroughly depraved and alienated appear wearing the official robes of the Qing Dynasty from a hundred years ago? The timeline doesn't match up, and the location is even more absurd. An old-fashioned garment symbolizing status appearing on a modern being whose power form seems to have been 'tuned'... This can't possibly be a coincidence."

He raised his head, a deep question flashing in his ever-burning golden eyes:
"Furthermore, they used a word of power that resembled 'Netherworld Illumination,' following us and attempting to assassinate us."

Lu Mingfei scratched his head:
"Didn't they say in class that Deadpools are all beasts, unable to use Words of Power, and completely uncontrollable?"

Chu Zihang nodded, then shook his head:

"Legend has it that the ancient Persian royal family kept undead, and they organized groups of undead into an army of immortals, but that is just a legend."

“So,” Lu Mingfei said thoughtfully, “the answer is quite obvious. We think we’re scheming against others, but in reality, we’re being schemed against.”

"And the only way to do this."

The two exchanged a glance, both understanding the meaning in each other's eyes:
There are ghosts.

Chu Zihang gripped the Village Rain again, the blade pointing at the tattered and worn-out official robe.

“Cut off this patch. It’s crucial evidence. The waters of Bochum are much deeper and more murky than the intelligence reports. I’m afraid even the three elite squads from the Ruhr region will suffer a defeat.”

“Hmm,” Lu Mingfei nodded, “We need to leave here immediately and head to the safe house to contact the principal or Professor Schneider directly. Is he trustworthy?”

Chu Zihang nodded:
"Absolutely credible."

However, before he could finish speaking, Lu Mingfei beside him suddenly froze, the color draining from his face and his pupils contracting sharply!

"Senior...Senior Brother..."

Lu Mingfei's voice was urgent:

"...We have to leave! Now! Immediately!!"

His gaze was fixed on both ends of the dark passage, as if he could pierce through the thick darkness.

Chu Zihang's heart skipped a beat. He knew Lu Mingfei's almost beast-like sense of danger. For this guy, who had just swiftly and decisively killed an A+ level death servant, to show such an expression...

"That's too late."

Chu Zihang's voice was unusually calm. He suddenly raised his flashlight, and the bright light pierced the darkness, sweeping into the depths of the passage ahead.

One after another, twisted figures appeared in the distance, like the gates of hell opened, crawling, writhing, and even leaping! Their sheer number nearly blocked the passage ahead! They varied greatly in form: some had deformed limbs, some had bone spurs on their backs, some had heads twisted into bizarre shapes, and their skin was covered with scales of varying shades…

Although it was far less powerful and perfect than the snake-like Deadpool from before, its insane malice surged forth like a tidal wave.

A suffocating sense of oppression instantly enveloped the entire space.

Deadpool Horde! A ferocious hunting army composed of dozens of mutated deadpools!

From the back of the passage came a chilling sound: fingernails scraping against the walls and sewage churning! They were surrounded!

Lu Mingfei and Chu Zihang stood back to back, the cold sewage washing over their ankles. The dim light of the night sky and the cold glint of the village rain reflected each other in the darkness, illuminating their two equally solemn yet unwavering faces.

The Deadpools let out a low, unintelligible growl, their golden eyes fixed on the two people in the center of the passage.

They began to slowly approach.

silence.

Only Deadpool's hissing, the flowing sewage, and the heavy heartbeats of the two remained in the sewers.

"Are you sure?"

Chu Zihang's voice was deep and steady. His golden eyes scanned the approaching monster, calculating the distance and angle, while Murasame subtly adjusted the direction of his blade. His ribs were still throbbing with pain, each breath aggravating his wounds, but his hand gripping the blade was as steady as a rock.

Lu Mingfei took a deep breath of the air, thick with the stench of blood and decay. His expression was serious, but his words carried a deep sense of embarrassment:
“Senior brother, I… I’m good at one-on-one combat or infiltration and assassination. As for… group fights,” he paused, seemingly choosing his words carefully, “I don’t have much experience with more than two or three enemies.”

Chu Zihang: "..."

He turned his head, looking at Lu Mingfei with a hint of disbelief. Surrounded by dozens of crazed Deadpools in this desperate situation, hearing someone say they'd "never been in a group fight" was so absurd that even Chu Zihang, with his composure, almost thought he'd misheard. It was even more ridiculous than seeing the Qing Dynasty snake-like Deadpool earlier.

Lu Mingfei felt a little uneasy under Chu Zihang's gaze, and quickly scratched his head as if to hide his embarrassment. Then, his eyes suddenly narrowed, and he pointed at Chu Zihang:
"By the way! Senior brother! Your Word of Power... is it 'Monarch Flame'?!"

Chu Zihang instantly understood what Lu Mingfei meant.

Without the slightest hesitation, he nodded immediately:

"Yes! But the space here is too cramped; if we detonate the Monarch Flame, we'll also be affected..."

He quickly assessed the risks. The sewers were narrow, and the explosive force of Junyan's attack would be enough to collapse the entire passage, burying them alive or burning them to a crisp.

"Let's go all out!"

He quickly explained his plan.

The more Chu Zihang listened, the more intense the golden light in his eyes became.

"clear."

Chu Zihang only replied with two words.

He took a sudden step forward, shielding Lu Mingfei half a body length behind him, with Murasame positioned in front of him. Facing the surging horde of Dead Servants, he was like a silent reef before a storm.

"Roar--!!!"

The first few bone-spiked Deadpools roared excitedly and charged forward with increased speed! Sharp bone spikes and claws tore through the air!

At this critical moment!
Chu Zihang's golden pupils were like two burning suns. As the ancient language was gradually chanted, the surrounding spherical domain suddenly expanded to its maximum size, and the violent and blazing red flames burst forth like a flood bursting its banks!

The Spirit of Words·Jun Yan.

Almost simultaneously, Lu Mingfei slammed his hands together forward, unleashing a massive and exquisite storm of power! The target was the raging sea of ​​fire released by Chu Zihang! Word of Power: Eye of the Wind King.

Whoosh—Boom!!!
The power of the Wind King's Eye precisely cuts into, envelops, and guides the surging royal flames!
The raging torrent of flames was instantly swept up and shaped by the invisible wind!
The wind fuels the fire, and the fire amplifies the wind's power!

A massive, blazing, and wildly spinning fire tornado instantly formed within the narrow space of the sewer! It was several meters in diameter! Driven by the high-speed rotating wind, the orange-red flames resembled a roaring fiery dragon! The tornado's edges were ferocious wind blades that sliced ​​through the air, sending sparks flying; its core was a king's wrath powerful enough to melt gold and iron!

The fiery tornado roared deafeningly, carrying destructive power, as it slammed into the surging horde of Deadpools!

The Deadpools swarmed like moths to a flame! The aberrant monsters at the forefront were instantly engulfed in a raging vortex of fire! Their tough scales charred and peeled off in the intense heat, their deformed limbs were sliced ​​by wind blades and devoured by flames! Their shrill, desperate screams were drowned out by the roar of the fire! The Deadpools that followed were also ignited by the terrifying heatwave and flying sparks, turning into rolling fireballs!
The entire passage instantly transformed into a living hell! Wherever the fiery tornado passed, the concrete walls cracked and peeled from the scorching heat, and the sewage evaporated at high temperatures, hissing white vapors! The stench of burnt protein permeated the air!
Lu Mingfei grinned, wiped the sweat and dust from his face, and said with considerable emotion:

"We're truly a golden duo, senior brother. It's a pity my mana is completely drained now, senior brother?"

There was silence.

He turned to look in Chu Zihang's direction, and his voice abruptly stopped.

Chu Zihang's tall figure did not appear in sight; he fell silently into the filthy, cold sewage.

That face, which was usually expressionless, was now unusually pale from blood loss, submerged in the water. Its brows were furrowed, its lips were bloodless, and there were still traces of undried blood at the corners of its mouth.

Murasame slipped from his hand and landed in the sewage not far away; the blade was dull and lifeless.

"Brother!!"

Lu Mingfei staggered forward, ignoring the filth, and scooped Chu Zihang's upper body out of the water. His hands found it icy cold; Chu Zihang's body was limp and unconscious.

Lu Mingfei's fingers trembled as he probed Chu Zihang's carotid artery. The pulse was extremely weak, like a candle flickering in the wind.

He saw the obvious dents and bloodstains on Chu Zihang's tactical uniform.

Previously, Chu Zihang had acted as if nothing was wrong, calmly analyzing, drawing his sword, fighting, and even cooperating with him to unleash the powerful Monarch Flame... Lu Mingfei had always thought that he had only suffered minor injuries.

He was just pushing himself to the limit! He endured excruciating pain, squeezing out the last of his mental and physical strength to deliver that crucial blow! Only when the crisis temporarily subsided, and the taut string snapped, did his body finally give way and he collapsed!
"Oh shit……"

Lu Mingfei cursed under his breath, his voice trembling.

He quickly checked Chu Zihang's injuries—several ribs were clearly broken, internal bleeding was certain, his body temperature was very low, and his pulse was weak but still beating. The situation was dire; immediate surgery and a blood transfusion were needed, otherwise continued blood loss and infection would kill him. But now, trapped in this potentially collapsing sewer surrounded by Deadpools, where could they find a hospital?

Despair washed over Lu Mingfei once more. He looked at his senior brother's deathly pale face, and a profound sense of powerlessness enveloped him. At the border, he possessed the Red Drip Holy Grail, but the power of the drip seemed to only affect him.

He'd heard that the prayers of the Golden Tree contained something that could heal injuries, but damn it, he'd never learned it!
and many more!

A thought he had almost forgotten suddenly ignited like a match struck in the darkness!

Word of Power…besides Storm…he has another! A Word of Power he never dared to use often, and even deliberately forgot! Because that power was too strange, it had only worked once, because he had not mastered the knack.

But at this moment, as he watched Chu Zihang's life force gradually weaken, a resolute glint flashed in Lu Mingfei's eyes.

I can’t control that much anymore!
He took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing his physical exhaustion, and straightened Chu Zihang's body, letting him lean against his arm.

Lu Mingfei lowered his head, leaned close to Chu Zihang's ear, and spoke in a deep voice, with an unquestionable, almost commanding tone, enunciating each word clearly:

"Chu Zihang..."

His voice seemed to contain some kind of soul-piercing power, and it sounded exceptionally clear in the sewer.

"do not die!"

hum-

An invisible, indescribable wave spread out instantly from Lu Mingfei's center!
An extremely subtle sense of life's rhythm, like the gentlest raindrops on a spring night, quietly seeped into Chu Zihang's battered body.

Visibly, Chu Zihang's breath, which had been so faint as to be almost nonexistent, suddenly stopped, then became steady and strong! His pale face regained a trace of color at a speed visible to the naked eye!
Lu Mingfei quickly checked Chu Zihang's chest injury.

Although the fracture was still palpable in the sunken rib area, it seemed to have been forcibly smoothed out and stabilized by some force. The internal bleeding also seemed to have strangely stopped worsening; at least no new blood was seeping from the corner of his mouth. Chu Zihang's condition was as if it had been forcibly paused, pulled back from the brink of death to a state of "severe injury but temporarily stable vital signs."

"Damn it, the little devil actually didn't lie to me."

Lu Mingfei let out a long breath, and the light in his golden eyes dimmed instantly, almost going out.

Cold sweat soaked through his inner shirt. The exertion from those few words was even greater than the effort he had put into controlling the storm and tearing apart Jun Yan. A deep-seated fatigue swept over him, and his head throbbed with pain.

Hiss—hoho—

Golden pupils lit up densely in the darkness, and a chilling hiss and scraping sound approached from behind.

Gravel and dust were still falling from the top of the tunnel. The lingering effects of the elemental storm had made the already old sewer structure even more precarious, with the possibility of a large-scale collapse at any moment.

There are wolves in front and tigers behind, and the sword of Damocles hangs over their heads.

Lu Mingfei took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the panic in his heart.

This isn't a border crossing; if you die here, you can't reload and start over! He couldn't let his senior brother die here!
"Damn it, let's fight!"

Lu Mingfei let out a low growl and moved with lightning speed.

He quickly hoisted Chu Zihang onto his back and secured him as firmly as possible with tactical harnesses and emergency ropes to ensure he wouldn't slip during strenuous activity.

He bent down to pick up the Village Rain sword that had fallen into the sewage, and tucked the longsword that Chu Zihang cherished into the spare clasp at his waist. A faint, ghostly light shone in his other hand.

He glanced at the approaching group of Deadpools in the darkness behind him, then at the charred passage leading to the exit that had been cleared by a fire tornado, and did not hesitate at all!
"Hold on tight, senior brother!"

Lu Mingfei whispered something to the unconscious Chu Zihang on his back, whether for the other person's benefit or to encourage himself. His golden eyes ignited again, the light not as intense as before, but fierce like a trapped beast.

boom!
"go!"

With a low growl, Lu Mingfei, carrying the heavy Chu Zihang on his back, began a desperate sprint down the crumbling sewer in the direction of the exit he remembered!
　I'm offering this as a sacrifice to a member of Group 10. The book's title has a good pacing and immersive feel, strong logic, and the writing is excellent and engaging.
　　
　
(End of this chapter)