Dragon Raja: Lu Ming insists on ruling for all eternity

Chapter 53 Going to the Capital

The domain belonging to Constantine, the King of Bronze and Fire, is gradually expanding outwards.

At the edge of the field, it even reacted violently with the air, producing a bluish-black electric arc.

Lu Mingfei could sense that the fire element around him had accumulated to the point where a massive explosion could occur at any moment.

They are like loyal soldiers, ready to give their lives at the command of their sovereign.

Meanwhile, the students of Kassel College, having realized what was happening, began to organize a counterattack.

They were trained to be dragon slayers, so they are taught how to use light and heavy weapons as soon as they enter university.

After discovering that two unidentified creatures were fighting fiercely in the academy, the student council and the Lionheart Society, the two major clubs, organized their members to rush to the front line.

They pulled the triggers, and a barrage of bullets formed tongues of fire that licked at the two men on the field.

But before the bullet could get close to the two men, it suddenly stopped in mid-air and turned into a drop of molten iron that fell to the ground.

Lu Mingfei understood that this was Constantine's power; he could manipulate the metals of the world, but he never expected that the other party would also help him block bullets.

Does every cut draw blood?

well.

Lu Mingfei had a thought, and at that moment Constantine's figure flashed, and his long sword, gleaming with a dark blue light, slashed down with a whistling sound.

The speed was so fast that the longsword even created a blackish-purple arc of electricity as it rubbed against the air.

brush!

The long sword slashed down on Lu Mingfei's shoulder without any hesitation.

opportunity?

A glint of joy flashed in Constantine's eyes. If he could seriously injure his opponent, he could escape from here.

Yes, he didn't even expect to be able to defeat the other party, because for some reason, he felt a sense of familiarity with Lu Mingfei.

But it seems that due to the loss of memory caused by his long sleep, he couldn't remember Lu Mingfei's identity at all.

The other party might be an acquaintance, no, a familiar face.

But now, whether it's an acquaintance or a familiar dragon, those who are hindering him from finding his brother are all enemies!

Constantine chanted a song passed down from the ancient, primordial era.

In that instant, everyone present recalled the history of how hybrids were suppressed by dragons.

Pregnant women, bleeding babies, and the occasional flashes of swords.

Hybrids are forbidden beings, born out of taboo, and destined to be lonely, burdened by the fate of slaying dragons generation after generation.

Many of the mixed-race individuals with diluted bloodlines were already experiencing hallucinations.

They were as if they had returned to the 3E exam when they first entered school and awakened their bloodline, dancing and gesticulating wildly, like madmen. Even some high-bloodline hybrids could still remain sober, but it was too late at this moment.

As Constantine chanted, a black flame suddenly ignited on the longsword. The flame ignited upon contact and quickly enveloped Lu Mingfei's outer armor.

"You lost!" Constantine grinned, his arms, which no longer showed much of their human features, bulged with muscles, and the black scales trembled.

However, even with his maximum strength, the longsword couldn't penetrate Lu Mingfei's shoulder. The initial smooth and effortless feeling vanished, replaced by a sluggish resistance.

How could this be!

Constantine was filled with doubt, and at that moment, Lu Mingfei, who was already shrouded in black flames, slowly spoke.

"If that's all there is to it, if it's done to this extent," he said calmly, as if he were reading a text aloud without any emotion in school.

"Then the game is over."

To Constantine's astonishment, the black flames burning on Lu Mingfei's body suddenly intensified.

In an instant, it even transformed into a bizarre pattern behind him that resembled neither a dragon nor a tiger nor a leopard.

Two strong, black arms suddenly grew out of his abdomen.

Then, Lu Mingfei reached out and caught the long sword that Constantine was swinging down.

"I never use weapons to beat children," he said calmly, and then he actually dropped the greatsword in his hand.

What happened next was a scene that the students and staff of Kassel College witnessed that they would never forget in their lives.

The unknown black entity transformed into a terrifying god-demon with two heads and four arms.

The long sword wielded by what appeared to be a Dragon King-level being was snapped in two by that terrifying god-demon with just one hand.

The fragments of the longsword fell into the air, transforming into a blazing red iron torrent that crashed fiercely into the four-armed demon god. But in the end, it was like a raindrop falling into the sea, creating only a faint ripple on the surface of the other side before leaving no further waves.

Before Constantine could recover from his shock, the four-armed demon that Lu Mingfei had transformed into had already rammed into him.

The two of them transformed into a blur and fell onto the artificial hill not far away. Amidst the flying rocks, Constantine was pinned down by Lu Mingfei.

"Let me go! Let me go! I want to find my brother!" Constantine glared at Lu Mingfei with his bright gold eyes, but he could not see any emotion behind the other's black mask.

"You said you were going to find your brother, so I'll teach you a lesson for him first, you impolite brat."

As Lu Mingfei spoke, he swung his fist down, but Constantine immediately grabbed it.

"These alone cannot stop me!" Constantine roared.

He then threw a punch, which Lu Mingfei caught in the same way.

He saw that both of his arms were clamped and he could not move an inch.

Constantine strained to get up, while the two huge membranous wings on his back flapped frantically.

No flying allowed in this area.

Lu Mingfei said coldly, his other two free arms simultaneously grabbing the two membrane wings, and then pulling hard.

Zsla!

Constantine let out a painful howl, his face contorted in agony.

Blood seeped from his back.

Having lost his membranous wings, he was as if his spine had been removed. He had tried to resist, but now he was powerless to struggle and could only barely survive under Lu Mingfei's storm of punches.

One punch, two punches, three punches... Lu Mingfei had lost count of how many punches he had thrown.

All he knew was that Constantine, the half-human, half-dragon in front of him, had been beaten so badly that his scales had been peeled off and his flesh was a bloody mess.

His rigorous training over the past few days has allowed him to refine and elevate the originally rough Eight-Nine Arcane Arts to another level.

However, this technique that relies on the dragon blood within him also has a major drawback: before obtaining enough dragon blood to advance, he can only stagnate at the peak of this realm and cannot make any further progress.

Now is the perfect time for him to move on to the next stage!

Lu Mingfei looked at Constantine, who had already lost consciousness, and a thought struck him.

After lifting him up like a chick, he leaped and disappeared into the garden's artificial hills.

He now needs to find a secluded place to properly refine the dragon blood belonging to the King of Bronze and Fire in Constantine's body.

Only after he and Constantine disappeared from everyone's sight did the vice principal leisurely emerge from his hiding place.

"Fuck! This is our prey! This is our territory!"

He stared in the direction Lu Mingfei had gone and began to curse.

However, he was secretly relieved that he had finally gotten rid of this troublesome pair, and thankfully there seemed to be no casualties.

At this moment, Anthony, who was being helped up by two subordinates, came to the vice principal with an angry expression.

"This matter..."

"The Board of Trustees needs your reply, Master Nicholas Flamel," he said, uttering the vice-principal's full name.

The vice principal opened his mouth slightly, looked around at the mess, his face turned somewhat ugly, and he felt like crying but had no tears in his heart.

"Angers! Wake up!"

at the same time.

Brooklyn, New York.

Ronald Don suddenly woke up from his sleep.

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Ronald Tang, a Chinese American who grew up in an orphanage.

In the materialistic world of America, it seems that orphans like him, without parents, poor family background, money, or power, are all destined to meet the same end.

That means joining a gang and becoming a bloodthirsty street thug.

Although such a life is precarious and fraught with danger, most people either die violently in the streets or are arrested and imprisoned for decades.

However, there are also examples of people who were appreciated by gang leaders and rose rapidly through the ranks to reach the pinnacle of their lives.

Of course, there is also a very rare possibility: that one studies diligently, achieves an exceptional GPA and outstanding grades, and successfully gains the appreciation of important figures, thus obtaining a letter of recommendation to attend an Ivy League university.

After graduation, they became henchmen of Wall Street's financial giants, transforming into what others call upper-class elites.

However, Ronald Don, whom others called Old Don, did not choose either of these paths.

He had poor grades since childhood and had no intention of joining a gang when he grew up, but he became a bounty hunter thanks to another special skill.

A madman who walks the line between danger and high reward.

Of course, Old Tang wasn't a crazy person.

He was not exactly a household name in the bounty hunter business, but he was certainly well-known and quite successful.

Not long ago, he had just finished an operation in the South American rainforest, where his employer hired a team of hunters to protect him on an expedition to a mysterious pyramid deep in the rainforest.

A series of bizarre events occurred along the way, and in the end, apart from him, only the employer who had gone mad survived and walked out of the rainforest.

But the trip was very rewarding; at least he won't have to worry about living expenses for the next six months.

Old Tang got up, walked to the table, and poured himself a glass of water.

The water made him feel a little more awake.

However, just as he was considering whether to go back to bed for another nap, a strange voice rang in his ears:

"elder brother."

Who is speaking!?

Old Tang grabbed the cup and held it above his head, scanning his cramped single apartment with wariness.

The apartment's interior is very simply furnished, and everything can be seen at a glance.

Therefore, he immediately noticed that there was nothing unusual; everything was placed there just as he had arranged it before going to bed.

Was it a hallucination? Old Tang remained alert for a moment, then slowly put down his cup.

He shook his head, thinking he must have misheard because he was sleep-deprived.

He got up to lie back down on the bed, but then he heard that "brother" again.

This time, the sound seemed to be coming from outside the window.

Old Tang's expression tightened. He could explain it away by mishearing once, but what about the second time?

He leaped up, grabbed the Glock that had been hidden under his pillow, and crouched down to the window.

But the night outside the window was still the same familiar scene, just like before, with nothing different.

and many more!

Old Tang noticed something was wrong.

Because he wanted a cheap place, he rented a studio apartment right next to the elevated light rail, so the sound of the light rail could be heard every now and then.

Tonight, apart from that one word, "brother," he heard no other sounds.

There must be a demon in the abnormal situation.

Old Tang recalled this ancient Eastern saying, and his mind raced, trying to think of possible reasons.

But neither of them corresponds to his current situation.

After all, he's not exploring some pyramid or ancient tomb, so how could supernatural events happen in Brooklyn? Does he really think that failed man from Queens doesn't patrol here?

Old Tang was lost in thought, his thumb resting on the trigger of his pistol. If there was any disturbance around him, he would let that guy taste the bullet.

However, the surroundings remained quiet, and apart from the occasional sound of "brother," nothing seemed out of the ordinary.

Finally, Old Tang couldn't hold back any longer. He simply raised his gun and walked to the apartment door. He wanted to see who was really playing tricks.

The moment the door was pushed open, what appeared before him was not the familiar, dilapidated corridor of the apartment, but an ancient city burning fiercely in flames.

With his limited historical knowledge, he could only tell that it seemed to be an ancient city in the East; beyond that, he knew nothing.

"Brother." The voice rang out again from ahead.

Suddenly, a boy dressed in white linen clothes peeked out from the burning ruins ahead.

Upon seeing Old Tang, a look of joy appeared in his golden eyes, and he ran towards him despite the raging fire.

Upon seeing this, Lao Tang instinctively wanted to avoid it, because he wouldn't rashly contact the other party before knowing their background.

However, at this moment, his body seemed to move out of his control and rushed forward.

"Fuck!" Old Tang cursed inwardly, but he was powerless to do anything about his uncontrollable body.

But just as the two were about to make contact, the burning ancient city around them suddenly disappeared as if it had been erased with an eraser.

The boy was shocked when he saw this. He ran a few steps forward and tried to grab Old Tang, but it was no use.

His lower body also began to disappear, and when he ran to Old Tang, all that remained was a pair of hands that were about to be wiped away.

Finally, everything around him turned into a vast expanse of white, and Old Tang finally regained control of his body.

However, he felt inexplicably sad at this moment, as if he had just lost something very important.

Tears inexplicably streamed from the corners of his eyes, and he couldn't wipe them away no matter how hard he tried.

Just as the sorrow in his heart was about to overwhelm him, everything around him suddenly shattered into pieces.

Old Tang woke up with a start once again, and this time he heard the rumble of the light rail passing by outside the window.

An inexplicable sadness overwhelmed him, making it impossible for him to sort out his thoughts for a moment.

Fortunately, the beeping sound of his phone at that moment diverted his attention.

Old Tang turned on his screen; he had just received a new text message.

It was a text message sent by someone he had labeled a "sucker".

The other party had previously given him several very easy tasks, but afterwards gave him a rather generous reward.

Therefore, it left a deep impression on him.

And now, a new task has come his way.

To the capital city in the east?

Old Tang frowned slightly, but quickly relaxed.

To be honest, he doesn't think he's ever been back to this nominal hometown since he was born.

A government-funded family visit? Not bad!

Old Tang quickly put the strange dream he had just had out of his mind. After all, there were many strange things in his life, and this one was nothing special.

Because he had actually seen things that did not conform to scientific laws.