Dragon Raja 5; Chapter 351: For Your Majesty (166)

Dragon Raja 5

He laughed wildly, a mixture of pain and pleasure. He was now supreme, or at least he thought he was supreme. He crved lineage and power, not wanting to let go of a single drop. He persuaded Christina to have offspring, while he himself didn’t need any. He knew better than anyone that the so-called pinnacle could only hold one person.

He walked slowly forward, leaving behind a skeleton with almost every step. The viscos fluid sprayed from his wing bones formed net after net, and the entire space was turning into his lair. He climbed up the net he had laid out and disappeared from Lu Mingfei’s sight.

“Brother, what are you standing there for? Run!” Finger shouted. “This guy eats even his own daughter and children, do you think he’ll let you go? If you’re so tough, transform and fight him! If you’re not, at least you have legs!”

“My leg is broken.” Lu Mingfei gasped for breath, gritted his teeth, and pulled the dagger from his shoulder.

He hopped and skipped toward old Bunin, dragging his injured leg. He didn’t know if it was worth it. The super-evolved, crazed Bunin—he might have been insane long ago, driven mad by power—could destroy them in an instant, but Christina wanted the man who called himself her father to live, and Lu Mingfei couldn’t give up.

Before he could even leap to Old Bunin’s side, Little Bunin had already pierced through the heavy net, descending like outstretched claws and pinning Old Bunin to the ground. This terrifying blow could have killed the old man instantly, but the Golden Elixir was continuously repairing Old Bunin’s body, preventing him from dying for the time being.

Little Bunin repeatedly stabbed Old Bunin’s body with the bone blades at the ends of his wing claws. He appeared unusually calm, like a killing machine following a program that was not to kill the target as quickly as possible, but to inflict the most horrific torture on him.

Old Bunin lay there quietly, enduring the torture inflicted by Little Bunin, seemingly oblivious to the excruciating pain.

His spirit was utterly destroyed; death was now the only place he longed for.

Lu Mingfei knew that against little Bunin at this moment, even if he wasn’t instantly killed, he wouldn’t last more than a few rounds. He picked up an assault rifle from the ground, which even had a grenade launcher attached to its underside. He aimed at little Bunin’s back and fired a grenade.

Without even turning around, little Bunin reached out and grabbed the grenade. The mucus secreted from the glands on his wrist coated the grenade, and then he casually tossed it aside. In a flash, the force of the grenade’s explosion failed to penetrate the mucus layer; it was like a balloon being inflated instantly.

“Holding that thing is no different from wielding a nail clipper. I’d suggest you try it if you had a tactical nuclear weapon,” Finger sighed.

This statement may be an exaggeration, but it is not entirely without reason. The strongest weapon in this space right now was Little Bunin’s physical body. Other weapons were like trying to shoot a tank with a pistol when facing him.

But standing idly by was not the style of the student council president of Cassel College. If Lu Mingfei were to do that, all the previous student council presidents would jump out of their coffins to curse him, beat him up, and expel him from the college.

According to Finger, after his incident, the student union sent an email to the board of trustees stating that as long as he remained enrolled, he could not be dismissed according to the student union constitution, and amending the constitution required a vote by all department heads, including the current president. In other words, he remains a student leader at Cassel College and a shining example of youth for the Peruvian Party. Carrying his only remaining weapon, a short, curved blade, Lu Mingfei limped toward little Bunin’s retreating figure, all while unleashing a barrage of verbal attacks.

“Hey! Hey! Alexander Bunin, what’s the point of torturing a clone? Come at me! Monsters versus monsters, have a proper fight! Oh, I forgot, that’s your wife’s lover, who else are you going to beat up? I’m telling you, brother, my heart is broken for you. Your wife doesn’t even like someone as powerful as you, but instead likes some stupid clone, and even wanted to have his kids. I’m so heartbroken for you! So damn heartbroken, so incredibly frustrated! Oh, our poor little Alexander, his life is so hard, his masters bully him…”

His wife cheated on him, and his daughter even chose a fake father, leaving him a lonely old man. much! So much! Eating corpses makes you a big shot! You can reach the pinnacle of the world!” Good heavens, what’s going on? This rotten, rotten creature is going to be deified? Don’t the other gods find it disgusting?

Like a desperate rapper, he did his best to mock and ridicule, only regretting that his language skills were limited and he didn’t have any dirtier or more vicious words.

But he had never felt so exhilarated. Despite his broken leg, he walked with his head held high, like a chivalrous knight-errant in a martial arts novel, a sword at his waist and a gust of wind emanating from his robes. In his eyes, it wasn’t just Alexander Bunin, it was Herzog, it was the hidden power behind the scenes, it was also those so-called monarchs, nobles, and upper-class people standing at the top of the world.

He was about to die, but he didn’t care. Why the hell wasn’t there an Italian cannon on hand? He wanted to yell, “Drag my Italian cannon up here! Fire! Fire! Fire! Blow that bastard to smithereens!”

He laughed heartily, not wanting to show weakness to Little Bunin and tell him that people don’t have to be afraid of death. But when he passed by Christina’s body, he was suddenly overcome with grief and tears streamed down his face. He laughed and cried like an actor who was too immersed in his role.

As expected, little Bunin turned around and looked at him coldly, his golden compound eyes brimming with murderous intent.

He was now a near-perfect being, and foul language wouldn’t normally harm him, but like the evolved Christina, he was still inevitably haunted by memories of his human days.

He braced himself on his wing bones and launched himself toward Lu Mingfei, the claws at the ends of his wing bones whistling like ghosts. Lu Mingfei neither dodged nor evaded, nor even raised his short curved blade to parry. He seemed truly immersed in the pleasure of cursing, and even the thought of losing his life in the next moment couldn’t stop him from talking.

“Come here! Let me give you a warm hug! So you won’t be lonely and isolated, you old bastard who’s abandoned by everyone.” Lu Mingfei opened his arms, exposing all his vitals.

The sharp wind whipped up by the claws had already ruffled Lu Mingfei’s hair; in the next moment, his head would be severed from his body. Then, someone snapped their fingers crisply. Time stopped, and the surroundings became as silent as in the primordial era.

Lu Mingfei seemed completely oblivious to the anomaly, staring intently at little Bunin’s golden compound eyes, and slowly uttered the last curse, “This city is fucking cold! So cold it breaks my heart!”

“Brother, why are you doing this?” Lu Mingze slowly walked out from behind Lu Mingfei, pushing aside little Bunin’s claws a little so that he could put his arm around Lu Mingfei’s shoulder.

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