Dragon Raja 5; Chapter 119: Thunder and the Watcher (29)

Dragon Raja 5

This was a supreme word, unique to the Black King. However, it possessed no terrifying effects. It wasn’t like the “Candle Dragon” of the Bronze and Fire King, which could boil an entire river, nor was it like the “Shiva Karma Dance” of the Earth and Mountain King, which could trigger regional earthquakes. Its purpose was to summon all of the Black King’s descendants, including those of mixed blood who carried his bloodline.

In the ancient times when dragons ruled the earth, when the Black King uttered a high-pitched or terrifying voice from his mountainous throne, the “Emperor” spirit would spread with the speed of sound across the land, sweeping across mountains and seas, reaching from Europe to Asia without abating. Wherever this voice reached, his descendants and subjects knelt one after another, forcing even the most rebellious kings to bow their noble heads. It could be used to convey orders, but more often it expressed the Black King’s wrath and majesty. With this voice, which shook the entire world, the Black King reminded all his descendants that he still lived and that rebellious officials would be meted out to his merciless punishment, even across the sea.

The only exceptions are the descendants of the White King, who are immune to the Black King’s roar.

But the Black King was already dead, and the word “Emperor” had long been buried with him.

The “Emperor” Word Spirit used by Cassel Academy in its entrance exams wasn’t a true Word Spirit; it was a simulation of the “Emperor” Word Spirit, crafted using a long-lost ancient alchemical artifact. Its effect was minimal, merely awakening the dormant dragon bloodline.

However, what sounded in their ears at this moment was a real spiritual word. It was chanted in unison by these frogmen, and the entire cold storage resonated with it, as if the demons were trapped in a huge bell, and the monks surrounded them, chanting spells to suppress the demons.

Why bother? If any of them stood up, they could tear her and Chu Zihang apart, so why bother?

A light bulb suddenly lit up in Nuonuo’s head, and she suddenly understood that the purpose of this group of frogmen was actually to capture Lu Mingfei. Even if Lu Mingfei had transformed into a dragon, he would lose his combat effectiveness under the pressure of the Emperor’s Word Spirit. This Word Spirit was more effective against pure-blooded targets.

But Lu Mingfei was not here at the moment, and the frogmen seemed to have not figured out the situation yet, chanting scriptures loudly at the two women and children who actually had no power to fight back.

She really wanted to complain, but she was too weak to say anything. She couldn’t even stand. Under the invisible pressure, she could only kneel down slowly, head bowed, and clasped her hands together like someone worshiping a god. There was a thud behind her. It must be Chu Zihang, unable to resist the pressure, who also knelt down.

Just then there was a knock on the door, and someone shouted, “Senior Sister? Senior Brother? Are you here?”

This idiot actually came back… Did he forget to bring his keys? His sanity was already fading, but a joke came to his mind. Nuonuo raised her head with great effort, and she didn’t even realize that she was smiling a little.

Lu Mingfei pushed the door open and entered, carrying the frogman who had just locked the door. He must have met him on the way and had been beaten unconscious by him. This frogman who could use “Senluo” should have been very powerful, but it seemed that his IQ was a bit low, and he always created ridiculous illusions. With Lu Mingfei cunningness, he would probably be able to see through it.

Lu Mingfei was stunned the moment he pushed open the door. Nuonuo and Chu Zihang were kneeling back to back, surrounded by a group of men in frogman costumes, chattering. Normally, it would have been difficult for him to see clearly in the thick fog, but within the realm of the “Emperor’s” spiritual power, the thick fog was completely cleared, just like the ancient Black King’s roar, which split even the thick clouds.

The scene was both terrifying and funny. Lu Mingfei was a little at a loss for a moment, but as the frogmen turned their heads in unison to look at him, every pair of pupils behind the mask was the color of lava, like a group of devils escaping from hell.

Chairman Lu woke up instantly and pulled out the Desert Eagle tucked in his waistband. The frogmen did not attack immediately. They temporarily abandoned Nuonuo and Chu Zihang and surrounded Lu Mingfei, continuing to chant.

Lu Mingfei didn’t understand what this meant, nor did he feel oppressed or constrained like Nuonuo. He just thought it was very noisy, and at the same time he was surprised and angry, because he saw Nuonuo’s current condition clearly. The hem of her windbreaker had been dyed black and red. With such a large amount of bleeding, it was a miracle that Nuonuo could still look up at him. She should have fainted.

Lu Mingfei raised his gun and shot. The one who was shot in the head was the frogman with the deformed giant claw. It was obvious that the horrific wound on Nono’s body was caused by this guy’s weapon, and there was still blood on the giant claw.

The Desert Eagle had a massive caliber, and Lu Mingfei loaded it with specially made bullets from the Equipment Department, found in the EVA airdrop’s weapons crate. Its power was unmatched by Chu Zihang’s UMP9. The kinetic energy of a single bullet sent the chanting frogman’s head reeling back. Judging by the degree of bend in his neck, his spine must have been instantly broken.     

But Lu Mingfei was shocked and immediately followed up with a second and third shot, while the short arc knife slipped from his sleeve into his left hand.

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