Dragon Raja 5; Chapter 398: For Your Majesty (213)

Dragon Raja 5

Giovanni turned to look behind her; the horizon was faintly lit, indicating the pursuers were close. Ahead of them, there was also a faint light; their direction was confirmed—the interface was there.

However, they cannot calculate the distance between themselves and the interface. Time and space seem to be distorted here. The interface may be only tens of meters away from them, or it may be several kilometers away.

She touched the area below her ribs where the wound was. One of the hellhounds in the pack had evolved a manticore-like structure, with venomous bone spurs at the tip of its tail. In the brief moment it passed her, Giovanni had dodged its attack, but the bone spurs had nearly pierced her. She didn’t want Lu Mingfei to know about this, so she quickly dropped some medical gel into the wound. The gel absorbed the blood and expanded, temporarily sealing the wound. On the surface, it looked fine, but the internal bleeding was already severe. She gave a bitter smile, reaching out to stroke Lu Mingfei’s head, wanting to talk to him, but Lu Mingfei wasn’t in the mood to listen.

A chilling voice filled his mind—Lu Mingze’s voice.

He couldn’t tell if it was the sound of the wind, his own hallucination, or because he was getting closer to the interface, and the Nibelungen’s suppression of the little devil had weakened; he was really talking to himself.
It sounded like crying, like whispering, and like a sharp laugh.

“Brother, are you afraid of me?”

“Brother, run! They’re coming to kill us, not just me, but you too!”

“No one is trustworthy, not even the woman beside you. Only I love you.”

Suddenly, a tremendous sound shook the ice, dispelling the voices in his mind like a chant breaking a demon. It was Lu Lincheng shouting through a loudspeaker, “Winnie! Stop running! This is your only chance! The committee won’t give up, even if you escape, they won’t give up! Other pursuit teams are on their way, only I can guarantee your safety! Winnie! Trust me! You must trust me!”

Suddenly, Giovanni knelt down. Lu Mingfei looked down and saw that his mother was pale and panting heavily. He didn’t know what injuries Giovanni had suffered. He wanted to help her up, but Giovanni waved her hand and refused.

“Don’t worry about me, I’m fine. Your dad’s here, so I’m all right.” She touched Lu Mingfei’s face. “Tonight is a very proud night for Mom. You were very good, and Mom is very happy.”

“Life is a long journey, and you will make many friends,” Giovanni coughed violently, spitting out the blood clots in her mouth to avoid Lu Mingfei seeing them. “On this journey, I am your mother, and your mother is very proud. Your mother has fulfilled her responsibilities. From now on, you will have to walk your own path.”

She used the giant python to prop herself up on the ice, barely managing to stand up. She lit a cigarette, took a deep drag, and exhaled a puff of smoke into the wind. At that moment, she was radiant with beauty. It’s hard to imagine how cool she was when she was young.

“But remember, you can like anyone, but absolutely do not get close to that child named Chen Motong! Absolutely!” Her tone was extremely stern, offering no explanation and allowing no room for rebuttal, as if Nuonuo were his half-sister.

“Run now, run forward, don’t look back, absolutely do not look back! Do you remember the 5000-meter race you participated in at the school sports meet? Run like that!” Giovanni said.

“No, I can’t leave you behind!” Lu Mingfei shook his head vigorously.

Giovanni laughed. “Damn it, I can’t escape. I don’t have the mark. Even if we go together, we’ll suddenly get separated at some point.”

Lu Mingfei stared blankly at his mother. It turned out she hadn’t planned to escape at all, because she didn’t have the mark. People without the mark couldn’t cross the interface even if they were led by someone with the mark, just like how he tied himself to Zero and Bunin with a rope, but they still got separated halfway.

“If I don’t go back, your old man will be finished. Everyone will say that he deliberately let his wife and son go.” Giovanni waved her hand. “Let’s go, there will be another chance to meet. A mother worries about her son no matter how far he travels. No matter where you go, remember that your mother will always worry about you.”

“I’ll worry about you too.” After saying that, Lu Mingfei turned around and stumbled towards the snow-capped ridge that was shimmering with light.

His legs were in excruciating pain and stiff, as if countless iron nails had been driven into his muscles and bones, but he gritted his teeth and desperately tried to move his legs, like Frankenstein trying to escape.

Giovanni watched his retreating figure. By now, the powerful spotlights provided by the pursuit team had illuminated the surroundings, and she could see her son running very, very far away.

“So gullible! How can you not get bullied by girls if you try to pick them up like this?” Giovanni shook her head, sighed, and turned around.

Behind her, countless golden eyes emerged from the darkness; the pack of hellhounds had already surrounded them not long ago. They were perhaps the most terrifying and enigmatic canines in the world, growing ever more silent the closer they got to their prey, leaving only an overwhelming, heavy stench of blood.

The pursuit team dared not approach because of the massive pack of dogs between them, beasts even their tamers avoided. Giovanni lifted the python, pointed it at the thin, solitary figure in the snowmobile, and pulled the trigger.

She aimed at Lu Lincheng, who didn’t move an inch, but Natasha was so frightened that she immediately lay down. After the shot rang out, no fatal bullets were fired. The giant python spewed out flames like dragon’s breath, the brightness and terror of which even terrified the pack of dogs. In the instant the flames died down, the couple stared at each other in the firelight. Lu Lincheng’s gaze was icy, while Giovanni’s eyes revealed a chilling mockery.

“She brought dragon breath bullets! Where did she get them?” Natasha jumped up, her eyes wide.

Giovanni’s gun was no longer loaded with Philosopher’s Stone bullets, but with the far rarer Dragon’s Breath bullets. Its manufacturing technique remains a secret, supposedly using alchemy to seal the breath of a dragon into the bullet. Upon leaving the barrel, the fire element within the bullet released, forming a corrosive flame resembling dragon’s breath. This was undoubtedly a powerful weapon, but unlike Philosopher’s Stone bullets, it cannot penetrate hard armor or kill dragons or high-ranking hybrids. However, it can inflict a terrifying “mass annihilation” effect on poorly armored armies. Therefore, its true prowess was demonstrated on medieval battlefields. For a long time, alchemists who called themselves “magicians” used the power of Dragon’s Breath bullets to win the favor and rewards of monarchs, slaughtering indiscriminately on the battlefield as if wielding flamethrowers.

Before Natasha could finish speaking, Giovanni pulled the trigger again, unleashing two beams of dragon breath from the left and right. Even the frozen lake surface could not stop this terrifying burning. Two walls of fire spread out beside Giovanni, like giant wings of fire.

The barking of the dogs was like the wailing of ten thousand ghosts in the night. The hellhounds that had surrounded Giovanni retreated with a whimper. There were more than a hundred of them gathered together, enough to easily tear Giovanni to pieces, but they dared not easily cross the wall of fire.