Dragon Raja 5; Chapter 402: For Your Majesty (217)

Dragon Raja 5

He staggered, his legs seemingly about to break, and cried out to the sky, “Don’t die! Don’t die! Don’t die!”

Or perhaps he was no longer that tyrant, but has become that lonely and helpless boy again.

The pursuit team, returning from the wrong direction, had been tracking him for a long time. He had been wandering this area like a lost soul, never able to escape its clutches. Lu Lincheng’s pursuit team had been completely wiped out. The luckiest among them were the blood-red ice sculptures sitting silently in the snowmobiles; a light touch would shatter them into pieces, like ancient corpses weathered for hundreds of years. No one knew what kind of incantation had created this effect; it seemed not to exist in the known sequence of incantations, merely a torrent of rage and violence washing away and devouring all life.

The child finally knelt down, his stiff legs making a snapping sound. He knelt for a few more seconds before finally collapsing. In his last moments before falling, he tightly embraced the tall woman in his arms.

After a five-minute silence, the pursuit leader waved his hand to give the order. Two snowmobiles on either side silently advanced, approaching the target from two directions. Their movements were swift and agile. The vehicles stopped about ten meters to the left and right of Lu Mingfei. unclear whether the child was protecting the mother, or the mother was protecting the child.

Perhaps he was truly unconscious, or perhaps the slightest touch would cause him to revert to his terrifying king form. The pursuit captain took a deep drag on his cigarette, hesitating.

He suddenly threw away the half-burnt cigarette, took an assault rifle from a teammate, loaded a regular steel-core bullet, and aimed it at Lu Mingfei’s back.

He certainly didn’t think that weapon of this caliber could kill the other person, but if the other person didn’t react after being shot, then they were unconscious truly or dead.

But before he could pull the trigger, a frosted pistol was pressed against the back of his head.

“Put down your weapons. I’m here. I’m in control of this situation,” the man behind them said hoarsely. The pursuit captain could feel the icy water droplets on the man’s body hitting his neck.

“Secretary-General Lu Lincheng… I’m glad you’re alright.” The pursuit team leader’s voice trembled slightly. He had no doubt that the man behind him would fire, so he slowly released the trigger and raised his right hand so that the man behind him could see it clearly.

The pursuers stared at the man who looked as if he had been scorched by flames yet covered in icicles. He appeared suddenly like a ghost, disheveled and dejected yet refined and cultured. From the moment he appeared, he kept his eyes fixed on his wife and child in the distance, his gaze obscured by the shattered glasses. No one knew whether the boy was more frightening or the refined father.

***

The hovercraft ran out of fuel and came to a stop on the side of a snow slope like a tired beast. Bunin angrily slammed his fist on the dashboard and took a big gulp of vodka.

They had been rampaging across the snowfield all night, but now the barking dogs and gunshots had ceased; they had ultimately failed to breach the invisible door.

“The door is closed, they’re gone,” Chu Zihang said wearily.

He had been intently sensing the intermittent energy emanating from the interface, an energy that made his blood boil, like a powerful tide surging through his veins. But now the tide had receded, and he had returned to calm.

“Even Jormungandr couldn’t help you open this Nibelungen; the one who created it must have been some amazing guy,” Su Enxi muttered.

“What Jormungandr?” Chu Zihang didn’t understand.

“It’s underworld slang, kids don’t need to understand it,” Su Enxi said lazily.

“We have to pull the sled to get fuel again,” Bunin said. “There’s not much fuel left in the bunker, so we can’t just keep venturing out like this.”

“We only have one last move left.” Su Enxi seemed a little hesitant. “Send out the coordinates here so the whole world knows. In a few hours, we should see paratroopers, people from the Cassel College Executive Department, people from the Russian Ministry of Defense, and probably some fearless hunters coming to join the fun.”

Bunin and Chu Zihang exchanged a glance, dumbfounded. “Are we really going to go this far?”

“We’re just here for the show, we never mind making things worse.” Su Enxi raised an eyebrow and pulled out a satellite phone from somewhere. to buy their biggest advertising slots!”

“The ad content…the ad content…first, a coordinate, which I will send you shortly,” Su Enxi scratched her forehead, “and then add a sentence…When the thousand years are over, Satan will be released from prison.”

“Alright, alright, that’s settled. If they ask why you placed this ad, just say it’s your boss’s performance art, and then book the Helsinki Art Museum for me, and hold some kind of art exhibition. As for those who need to understand, they’ll figure it out.” Su Enxi was about to hang up impatiently, but she sighed and added, “Sell off all those random stocks, and use all the cash to buy gold, energy, and military stocks. Don’t ask so many questions! Just do as I say!”

She hung up the phone, leaned against the car wall, and seemed lost in thought.

“At a time like this, you’re still concerned about your stocks?” Chu Zihang asked in a low voice.

“Buying these things, is it really the end of the world?” Bunin asked.

“We have to have hope for the future, right?” Su Enxi shrugged. “Doesn’t the myth say that after Ragnarok, the burned World Tree will be reborn, and the surviving gods will help each other to the southern wilderness?”

She sighed again, saying irritably, “But what’s the point of me having hope? Wasn’t this apocalypse caused by a few of us?”

***

Lu Mingfei opened his eyes in the darkness. It was still the dimly lit hospital room, but the bed was no longer warm and soft. He was wearing heavy straitjackets and locked to a steel bed, his body covered with electrodes and IV tubes.

A faint smell of tobacco filled the darkness. Ahead, a red dot of light flickered on and off. It was so quiet that he could hear the ticking of a clock, ti​​ck-tock, ti​​ck-tock, like the passing of time.

“Your mother isn’t dead, but she’s badly injured, so she can’t stay with you,” the smoking man said in a low voice. It was pitch black, but he immediately realized that Lu Mingfei had woken up.

Tears streamed down his face silently. Lu Mingfei felt as if he had just woken from a nightmare of extreme grief. He didn’t want to show his vulnerability in front of Lu Lincheng, but Lu Lincheng broke down his defenses with just one sentence.