Dragon Raja 5; Chapter 331: For Your Majesty (146)

Dragon Raja 5

“You don’t need to go to hell. If my friend wanted, he could turn this space into hell.” Lu Mingfei didn’t even look back. He had seen Chu Zihang do this too many times and was no stranger to it. “He has been controlling himself, just because he doesn’t want to hurt innocent people. If those clones force him into a corner, they will be the ones who die in the end.”

He was too lazy to hide anymore. If he went all out, who would they be afraid of? They just didn’t want to make a big fuss. He was getting annoyed, annoyed by this so-called “immortality” scam, annoyed by these scheming old guys, and most annoyed by the “boss” hiding behind the scenes.

“Death isn’t such a terrible thing. At worst, we can just go all out.” He smiled easily. “I haven’t broken my promise to you, have I? So I promise you again now, I will save Christina, as long as I am alive, as long as there is a way to save her in the world.”

Bunin looked at the boy, who had suddenly become serious, with surprise. After a long while, he suddenly said, “Come closer.”

Lu Mingfei was only four or five steps away from him. He had said so much in order to get closer to Bunin and seize the controller, but unexpectedly Bunin took the initiative to invite him forward.

He cautiously took two steps forward, but still maintained a safe distance of two steps from Bunin. At his speed, two steps was no obstacle at all, but he didn’t act immediately; he wanted to know why Bunin had called him closer.

“The boss gave me a very strange order over the phone, telling me to make sure you are safe,” Bunin said softly. “The place you are going to has actually been prepared for a long time. I was supposed to be the one to take you there; that was my last mission.”

Lu Mingfei suddenly shivered. His father’s phone call in the rainy Tokyo night, all the encounters along the way, and Alexander Bunin, who was ordered to take him there—everything was connected. He seemed to be fleeing in a sorry state, but many people had made things convenient for him along the way. There was a powerful force protecting him, like escorting a king’s carriage.

“Who am I? Where exactly is that place?” he asked instinctively. This humble clone before him probably knew more than he did, and he couldn’t let this opportunity slip away.

But Bunin didn’t answer his question, continuing with his own words, “The lifespan of a clone is much shorter than that of the original, unless you get that serum. The reason I was allowed to retire is because my body can’t take it anymore. I’m going to keep going only because I can’t let go of this child. I choose to believe you, my friend, I’m entrusting Christina to you, please keep your promise.”

He took off his fur coat, wrapped it around Christina, and solemnly handed her over to Lu Mingfei.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, but Lu Mingfei was a bit flustered. After taking Christina, he immediately checked her pulse, which was extremely fast, as if she had been injected with several doses of adrenaline.

Auchinez’s clone might be right; it does resemble dragon blood poisoning, and the girl is battling the toxicity of the dragon blood.

“Hold her tight, and you won’t get caught in the crossfire. Cover your friends with my coat, and they’ll be fine.” Bunin said as he backed away, still gripping the controller tightly. “Fight your way out. Don’t go to that damn place. My boss is a devil.”

“You bastard, are you crazy?” Lu Mingfei roared, but he was holding Christina and didn’t have time to react.

“This drinking party should have ended long ago. None of us should be alive.” Bunin pressed the switch on the controller. A barrage of bullets rained down from the sky, like a torrent of metal.

Alexander Bunin walked through the hail of bullets with his arms outstretched, gazing at the sky like a saint or a penitent sinner. He was so overwhelmed with mixed emotions of sorrow and joy that two tears streamed down his cheeks.

Only now did Lu Mingfei realize how much he loathed his own life. He was essentially a chained slave, serving these immortal monsters. He had been wanting to destroy this feast for many years.

The bullet hit his feet, sending cement debris flying up to a person’s height, yet he was completely unharmed. The old-fashioned firearms weren’t very accurate; even with laser sights, the bullet trajectory still drifted.

Others were not so lucky. Several guests were shot through the chest or skull the moment Bunin pressed the button. Red and white liquids flew wildly in the black space, like the Grim Reaper wielding his brush.

The others scattered in terror, and the laser targeting point followed them.

The new generation of clones at the end of the concrete pier were also caught off guard, but they immediately activated their flesh and blood shield. The hellhounds howled and stood upright, side by side, using their scaly bodies to shield their masters. The old-fashioned firearms were not powerful enough to pierce their scales, but the pain was still there. The hellhounds howled in agony, but dared not disobey the commands of their static collars.

The only exception was Chu Zihang, who unleashed a fiery red hurricane in mid-air with his bare hands, attempting to block the metal bullets. This audacity was illogical; theoretically, extremely fast winds and intensely hot flames could indeed create a “barrier” effect, but only if he were the King of Bronze and Fire or the King of Sky and Wind. If he truly belonged to that level, bullets hitting him would be like a tickle, requiring no effort to block. The moment Bunin pressed the button, Lu Mingfei tossed him Bunin’s coat. He could easily navigate the hail of bullets wearing this coat with its immunity chip, but instead, he covered Zero with the coat, choosing to use the Monarch Flame to counter the bullets.

He couldn’t actually do it. When the bullets passed through and reached the Red Hurricane, they did deflect slightly, but the red-hot bullets still had the kinetic energy to penetrate the human body.

Chu Zihang was sweating profusely with anxiety. Lu Mingfei knew what he was anxious about. He wasn’t worried about himself, but rather he wanted to create a barrier to protect the people around him.

The elderly men with youthful faces scattered and fled amidst the hail of bullets. Some were agile, dodging left and right, while others took a few steps but stopped, silently gazing at the sky, awaiting death. Just as the clone of Auchinez had said, though they had youthful appearances, their hearts were those of centenarians. For that mysterious serum, they schemed and plotted against each other, like wolves holding both ends of a piece of meat. But when truly facing death, some of them became calm. A young man lit a cigarette; he only had time to exhale a puff of smoke before a bullet entered his mouth, and he spat out a mouthful of blood mist. A man and a woman were running; the girl was shot, and the boy ran a few more steps before suddenly running back and embracing her tightly.

Anna was shot through the thigh and crawled a few meters before several more bullets struck her left side, blood gushing out. She pulled open the box she had slapped, grabbed a glass container inside, and found leeches saturated with ancient dragon serum. Although the serum was toxic, it could still activate her cells and induce a state of suspended animation before molting, giving her a chance to survive. But this hard-won serum was for her husband, who was already cryopreserved. If she used it, the man would remain asleep forever in the liquid nitrogen tank. She stared at the glass container for several seconds, as if she wanted to devour the leeches alive, but in the end, she didn’t smash the container before a bullet pierced her throat.