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Chapter 66 Victory
run.
Lu Mingfei ran up the Dragon King's neck to the top of the Dragon King's head.
Old Tang, or rather Norton, is right there.
According to Manstein's interpretation of the Word Spirit Candle Dragon.
The other party is probably trying to release that incantation by merging with this dragon.
It's a bit simpler than restoring a huge body normally.
In order to merge with the dragon servant, Old Tang buried his lower body in the top of the other's head.
Lu Mingfei stood in front of him, and at this moment he could even clearly see that the scales on the other's waist were joined with the scales on the dragon servant's head.
I reunited with an old friend, but I never expected it to turn out like this.
Lu Mingfei looked down at the other person and met their gaze, speaking coldly.
"Now that things have come to this, will you submit to execution or fight me to the death? What do you have to say?"
Old Tang kept his mouth tightly shut, not saying a word, but indifferently stretched out his right hand, manipulating his power.
However, that speed was only apparent to Lu Mingfei.
"Too slow."
The longsword severed the opponent's right arm. Lu Mingfei wielded his sword, the flashes of light and shadow creating a continuous barrage, and nimbly ripped Old Tang out of Long Shi's head.
So only the one-armed Old Tang remained flying in mid-air, staring intently at him with his furious golden eyes.
It can only be said that fate is unpredictable.
Three months ago, he patted his chest and said, "Brother, don't worry, when you have your vacation I'll take you on a Greyhound tour of America, and we'll eat as much tacos as we want."
And then today you cut off his arm on the Yangtze River, and his eyes are filled with rage as he looks at you.
If Lu Mingfei had never been to the Twisted Three Kingdoms, he might have felt sorry for this relationship.
You might feel so sad you want to cry.
Lu Mingfei is also feeling a bit sad right now.
But in the endless battles, his golden eyes, flowing like magma, had long since dried up his tears.
He reached out and drew his knife, the sharp blade slicing across the other man's brow, causing blood to splatter and revealing a third golden dragon eye.
"laugh--"
Lu Mingfei's palm was pierced by the sharp spikes on the knife hilt, drawing blood.
No matter how much we cheered and revered him before, the one who created this set of alchemical swords was ultimately him.
Regardless, Lu Mingfei's speed, even relying solely on his physical attributes, was still inferior to the principal's zero-speed.
After having one arm severed by Lu Mingfei and having his last chance to release the Candle Dragon cut off, Norton's control over the metal finally arrived belatedly.
He manipulated the long sword in Lu Mingfei's hand, making Lu Mingfei bleed as if the victim was finally able to fight back against the minotaur.
But Lu Mingfei had no further thoughts on this.
He still looked down into Norton's eyes.
His eyes seemed to hold a sigh, a pity, and a regret.
It's like he casually said in a chat that the reason I easily defeated you was simply because I plugged in the mouse.
He plunged the longsword straight into Norton's heart, then stretched out his hand, as if waiting for something—
"Bang!"
A streak of red light emerged from the fog in a parabolic arc.
It is a parabola that is very common in junior high school math textbooks, opening downwards, with a fixed point in the middle, without any deviation.
It just so happened to pass through the swirling fog.
Just barely avoided the crest of the swirling waves.
It just so happened to fall into Lu Mingfei's hands.
It was warm, and inside it was a flowing red light.
—The Philosopher's Stone.
In the instant he caught the stone, Lu Mingfei seemed to hear a laugh.
It was a very familiar, light laugh tinged with amusement and pleasure.
It felt like it came from the ends of the earth, or like it was whispering in his ear.
It's the devilish laughter of Lu Mingze.
The other person asked him to extend his hand, and then handed him the stone, as if by divine intervention, defying all reason.
But Lu Mingfei didn't have any special reaction; he had seen too many abstract things.
He simply reached out and, as naturally as using a key to open a door, plunged the Philosopher's Stone into Norton's forehead.
It pierced into the still-open dragon's eye.
There was no hesitation.
Then, in the next instant, that familiar feeling resurfaced.
It was like putting a whale into Harry Potter's uncle's house; a massive entity was forcibly compressed, dragged, and poured into that crimson crystal.
Just like when Constantine died.
Norton and his brother are just a little different.
He struggled, roared, and was unwilling to accept defeat.
But none of it matters.
Lu Mingfei heard Lu Mingze snort coldly from somewhere, and the Philosopher's Stone trembled slightly before falling silent.
Immediately afterwards, it burrowed into Lu Mingfei's palm, which was pierced by the long knife and was now bloody and mangled, as if it were sinking into quicksand.
It's as if this thing was originally a part of him.
The Bloodlust and Food Depletion Techniques were shut down, and the world returned to its normal speed.
Thus, the Dragon King, having lost its core, rapidly underwent a transformation.
The scales lost their luster and vanished like ashes.
The muscles collapsed, and the body shrank at a visible rate, resembling a dried-up corpse.
Norton's body and the upper half of the dragon servant's body fell limply together, the long knife still stuck in his heart, and sank into the river.
"Whoosh—"
The river closed in, swallowing the remains.
The water surface churned again, but there were no flames or any oppressive force.
The world quieted down... oh, not quite.
"boom--"
There was actually no sound. Today was the Spring Festival, and fireworks were blooming in the sky in the distance. Lu Mingfei was lying alone on the Yangtze River, surrounded by the gradually cooling river water.
So he mentally added sound effects for this unique Spring Festival.
Lu Mingfei lay on the water. He could swim even while wearing armor, so it wasn't difficult for him to float on the river with the Han Bafang sword.
He glanced at his hand; the skin was torn and blood was flowing continuously. He then spoke calmly.
"Healed."
There are always some stupid leaders who think they can negotiate with the laws of physics.
But it wasn't that no emperor wanted the sun to set.
Lu Mingfei was different; he truly commanded his own hands, and biology bowed down to him at that moment.
The blood that had flowed down his arm flowed back into his palm.
The skin and flesh no longer rolled up in an orderly fashion, but were pressed back down.
Eventually, only a few lines remained of the wound, but it healed as if a zipper had been pulled up.
Lu Mingfei has recovered.
He looked up and waved to the New Moniach, which was heading towards him.
He felt that his university experience was really interesting.
He hasn't attended a single class since the start of the semester, and yet he still managed to slay the dragon.
"This isn't like someone who just started college and published in Nature. After all, their target is the four monarchs. I took down a quarter of them right away. It's like someone who just started college and built a nuclear bomb with their bare hands."
"That's amazing, only giving full credits? Kassel College is a bit stingy. I'll have to have a word with the principal about this."
Lu Mingfei was venting his frustrations on the river.
Suddenly, he realized something.
"Wait a minute, university is four years long. If I kill one monarch a year, and all four monarchs are wiped out, won't I be unemployed as soon as I graduate?"
But no one responded to his rubbish.
Lu Mingfei was picked up on the New Moniach. Susie excitedly grabbed his wrist and checked his pulse to confirm that he was alive.
So the crowd cheered around him, while in the distance, fireworks bloomed into huge flowers in the sky.
Dragon King Norton—
The death has been confirmed.