Dragon Race: Lu Mingfei Returns from Warhammer

Chapter 404: The Black King and the Theory of Relativity

Chapter 404: The Black King and the Theory of Relativity

In the Arctic, the biting cold wind carries ice crystals, dancing wildly in the dead and pale wasteland.

A gigantic aircraft tore through the low-hanging lead-gray sky, with blazing flames and deafening roars gushing out of the tail engine nozzle, like a roaring metallic behemoth.

It hovered a few meters above the ice sheet in a savage manner, its main engine and balancing nozzles stirring up snow mist all over the sky.

The surface of the heavy golden and red armor is engraved with exquisite and complex patterns and sword emblems. It is equipped with twin heavy bombs, plasma cannons, and mounted missiles. The people who developed this aircraft seem to be afraid of insufficient firepower. The two pairs of wings are full of offensive weapons.

Not only that, the aircraft is also equipped with a cannon of astonishing caliber on its back; compared with the current conventional fighter jets of mankind, this aircraft is more like a flying heavy tank!

The front hatch of the gunboat opened like the mouth of a giant beast. Before the cold polar air rushed into the cabin, a huge figure rushed out of the hatch like a meteorite and "landed" steadily on the polar ice cap without splashing any ice chips.

Lu Mingfei, the leader of the legion, and the assault motorcycle specially equipped for him by the Alchemical Equipment Department - with tough lines, covered in golden-red armor, and equipped with twin heavy bombs on the front; although it is called a motorcycle, the bottom of the vehicle body has no tires in direct contact with the ice surface, but is completely suspended in the air with several circular alchemical repulsion engines that replace the wheel hubs running at full capacity.

A blue-white beam of light spurted out from the bowl-shaped nozzle of the engine. Under the precise control of the force field, a dense, turbulent, translucent energy field was formed under the chassis, maintaining a distance of about one meter from the ice sheet. The low, continuous, powerful hum emitted during operation was like the beating heart of this outstanding technological creation.

Finkel followed closely behind, driving the same model of anti-gravity hovercraft down the gunboat and landing steadily next to Lu Mingfei.

"I wish you good luck to the commander of the legion and Minister Finger. For the Emperor."

"For the Emperor. Return to the City of Miracles." Lu Mingfei said calmly.

"As ordered."

The warriors driving the hunter gunboat received orders from the Lord of the Legion, and the beast's mouth-like front hatch closed again as it began to take off. The roar of the engine suddenly escalated, and it rushed towards the sky with the same brutal attitude.

This terrifying acceleration seemed to make this heavy fuselage completely ignore the constraints of physics. The moment it pierced through an invisible barrier, a loud bang that seemed to shake the universe erupted!

The air around the gunboat's armored body was being compressed and heated to the extreme. A thick layer of milky white mist appeared out of thin air, fitting closely to the hunter's outline, outlining every angular pattern on the armor's surface and the hideous lines of the weapon array.

In the halo of clouds and mist that enveloped it, the hunter gunboat turned into a violent meteor that tore through the sky and disappeared at the end of the turbid Arctic sky in the blink of an eye, leaving only a thrilling white scar under the lead-gray sky.

"Let's take action, Finkel. You know that if we fail, everything will be back to zero." Lu Mingfei withdrew his gaze from the sky.

"Understood, Commander. I will do my best to clear the obstacles on your path."

Finkel's calm response came from the grille of his helmet. He put away his usual playful attitude, and beneath his calm mood lurked a rage for revenge.

He was wearing a set of power armor that was different from the regular model of the Legion. His burly figure was almost four meters tall, only half a head shorter than Lu Mingfei.

This is a special type of power armor developed by the Casting General specifically for Fingel - of course, it is not because the two of them have a good relationship so that they can sleep in the same big bed, but it was cast to suit his words, the bronze throne, and to take on the important task of this trip to the Arctic.

Prior to this, Lao Tang had developed a special Terminator power armor for the warriors of the "Bronze Throne". The core of the armor is to directly connect with the "Furnace of Words" in the wearer's body.

When the Word Spirit. Bronze Throne Word Spirit is activated, a portion of the powerful energy that strengthens the body will be diverted and directly infused into the armor itself, so that it can be strengthened synchronously. This avoids potential conflicts between physical strengthening and external armor, while maximizing the efficiency of energy strengthening.

With this ability to fuse alchemy and technology, and to continuously break through and innovate, it is no wonder that the Casting General is so valued and "favored" by His Majesty the Emperor;

Lu Mingfei was also glad that he had Old Tang in his legion. If it were the Mechanicus's "sages" who hid their technology in secret to monopolize and whose innovative capabilities were all bound by the shackles of religion, they would be doomed.

The size of Finkel's armor is close to that of the "Sky Eagle Knight". While it provides powerful combat power, it also consumes a huge amount of the wearer's own strength. Finkel has now activated the "Bronze Throne" to better maintain the smoothness of movement.

"Set off."

Lu Mingfei nodded, and the combat motorcycle suspended beneath him let out a low roar, and a faint blue energy light gushed out from the chassis.

Two metal giants that looked like mobile fortresses drove their vehicles and disappeared into the pale wasteland, heading towards their unknown destination.

……

"Topic 1: The Dark King."

Time goes back to the combat meeting before Lu Mingfei and Finkel set out.

Nine giant dragon-shaped shadows formed from absolute zero raised their heads, and ice crystals and stardust splashed as their scales opened and closed. A devastating torrent of extreme cold followed, engulfing everything within the frozen horizon.

Even though they knew it was a holographic projection, the secret party directors and elders in the back seat still couldn't help trembling. The biting chill seemed to have penetrated the projection and reached deep into their bones.

The Dragon King! And he is a Dragon King in excellent condition during his prime!

"According to the information sent back by Caesar's staff before his death, it has been confirmed that the 'Dark King' who has long awakened but has been hiding in the dark side of humanity is actually Pompey Gattuso, the King of Sky and Wind."

The moment the words fell, almost all the school directors and elders present pierced Frost Gattuso with their eyes like sharp blades, as if they were examining an accomplice with the blood of betrayal flowing in his veins.

Frost's face turned pale, but it was not due to the stares of his colleagues - the true identity of his "brother" was the Dragon King, and the cold word "sacrifice" from Caesar were like two heavy hammers, completely crushing the real world he knew.

"In addition to devouring and merging his brother Odin, who was of the same origin as him, and completing the ultimate unification of the sky and the wind, he also usurped the crown of power of the king of the sea and water; the Word Spirit Nine Infants that just caused Caesar's death is the best example of this."

"I know... that incident in the Greenland Sea... it was him!"

Finkel's armored fist clenched suddenly, and the cheerful mask of the past was torn to pieces, replaced by the raging rage under the cold appearance.

Eva's light red eyes looked at him with a little sadness, but now was not the time to comfort him:

"The source of the orbital strike against Kassel Academy and Aviano Air Force Base thirty minutes ago has been determined to be from two 'Sword of Scourge' satellites controlled by Pompey."

The holographic projection switched instantly, and a precise 3D structure diagram of a low-Earth orbit satellite was suspended in the air. Countless parts shining with cold light were tightly engaged, revealing the core of the satellite - the "sword groove" located in the center of the satellite like a revolver cylinder, with six heavy pointed rods made of tungsten-uranium alloy quietly dormant in it.

As early as more than 20 years ago, the United States studied similar orbital kinetic strike weapons, but they were later abandoned due to the high technical requirements and the unsatisfactory lethality. However, Pompey had unexpectedly manipulated the Gattuso family to place two such mature kinetic weapons in space.

"It's alchemy! Pompey directly added the 'Holy Judgment' effect to these sticks, making their attack accuracy an absolute hit, and the lethality is greatly increased!"

General Forge added that the two Sword of Scourge satellites were now easily controlled by the Legion - a big reason for this was that Pompey had abandoned the two revolvers, which had run out of bullets, after launching the attack.

"I... didn't know about this." Frost's face turned even paler, and his voice trembled. "According to the records... I only approved the family to send two surveillance satellites from Norway into space. I didn't know that they were... kinetic weapons!"

"Calm down, Representative Frost. The Legion will not hold you responsible for Pompey's crimes." Eva calmed him down. "The rapid rise of the Gattuso family over the past century was all under Pompey's control. Even Caesar's staff failed to understand the part that was under Pompey's absolute control after he took over the family."

"The attack on that military base was just a feint. His purpose was to portray us as the public enemy of humanity," Lu Mingfei's deep voice sounded like thunder. "After he realized that Brother Caesar had stolen his intelligence at the cost of his life, he had to act immediately and tried to use the current military strength of the Earth to delay the Legion's advance."

"His ultimate goal is the Black King."

"Pompeii... He wants to usurp the throne of the Black King?" The constant bombardment of information has made Angers almost numb. He doesn't know if he can make the right decision if he is faced with such a terrible situation.

But fortunately, someone took over this responsibility.

"Rather, they want to completely wipe me and my army out of this world."

Lu Mingfei said coldly that this was a situation he could not tolerate.

"What do you mean?" Ange was puzzled.

"This involves the third topic of this meeting. Let me explain it to you." General Zhutou coughed twice and stood up.

"All of you dragon slayers here have long regarded the awakened Black King as the ultimate enemy... But I'm sorry, the truth is probably more complicated than you think."

"From a perspective beyond our current understanding of the 'planetary will', the Black King Nidhogg is more like a... 'phenomenon' that was bred by the planet beneath our feet. Or, in other words, the 'manifestation of will'."

Old Tang's voice was like a cold boulder pressing down on everyone's hearts:

"That is why 'death' in the physical sense is not the end for the Black King. As long as the Earth's spiritual veins are still flowing and the Earth's core is still beating, the great will will never die."

"It will simply fall dormant and then be 'hatched' again by the power of the planet."

"The intelligence that our loyal and brave Caesar brought back at the cost of his life mentioned that the Black King, who is still in the embryonic stage, is being secretly incubated somewhere in the Arctic."

The holographic image turned to the map of the earth, and the entire 1300 million square kilometers of Arctic sea area was covered in a glaring scarlet color.

"And the most crucial issue is that the Black King's incubation process is protected by a special mechanism, just like... just like..."

General Zhutou got stuck halfway through his speech, as if he couldn't find a metaphor that was easy to understand.

"--like a 'choker'."

An ethereal, ancient female voice, as if carrying the echo of eternal glaciers, took over the conversation.

Everyone's eyes instantly focused on the other side of the main table.

The White King sat in human form, wearing a spotless white priest robe. Her face was too perfect to be human, her eyes were as deep as the sea of ​​stars, and she was surrounded by a vague ancient aura that seemed to come from mythology.

Almost all the hybrids subconsciously held their breath and leaned forward slightly to listen in order to express their awe and respect for this ancient existence that was only described in a few words in mythology.

Her words themselves seem to belong to the echoes of mythical history.

"That protection mechanism comes from the core law of time, which is directly controlled by the Black King Nidhogg himself. To understand it using your theory of relativity, time is nothing more than a page that He who controls the law can flip through at will, and can even be examined and distorted by Him."

"After its fall and return to the embryonic incubation state, the law is transformed into a passive, self-sustaining 'existential anchor'."

Her voice was like a stream flowing under the ice, cold and clear:

"It's like a powerful convergent."

“Timelines are not simple straight lines or curves. They are intertwined spirals that continue to extend and branch in the mist of fate, full of countless possibilities and uncertainties…”

The White King's description seemed to carry a kind of poetic cruelty, "However, once there is any variable, any force, any existence, whose behavior or influence touches the core node of 'interfering with the Black King's revival', this convergence device will be activated."

"The entire time dimension we exist in will be forced to restart to a certain time point in the past. Everything will start over again, and the timeline will move forward again..."

"Until the timeline of 'The Black King Resurrects' becomes an unstoppable and irreversible reality."

"Loki... Pompey Gattuso as you call him, intends to trigger this convergence mechanism to completely erase the 'things that have happened' that he is afraid of and are not conducive to his plan, forcibly reset time to a previous safer node, and rewrite the script of fate."

"Hey! Your Highness Heras also understands the theory of relativity?"

The Casting General seemed to have met a higher-level master in the field. He blurted out the words in surprise, completely forgetting the heaviness and seriousness of the previous topic.

“I’ve read it briefly in my spare time and am still trying to understand it.”

The White King responded to Norton's untimely admiration with impeccable classical manners.

"Your Highness, you are definitely a genius! Are you interested in joining the Alchemy Equipment Department? We really need wisdom like yours that can connect the principles of alchemy with modern theories!"

The Casting General eagerly stood up and extended an untimely invitation to her.

The deep eyes of the White King, which seemed to contain the sea of ​​stars, suddenly turned to Lu Mingfei, who was sitting in the main seat, very naturally and without a trace of ripples. Then he answered, and his calm voice carried a hint of unspoken obedience:

"As long as the Lord of the Legion allows it."

"...?"

Feeling the inexplicably meaningful gaze from King Bai, Lu Mingfei couldn't help but greet Lu Mingze in his heart. What on earth did this damn little devil say to King Bai in private? Doesn't His Majesty the Emperor care about it?

But this violent thought was immediately suppressed by Lu Mingfei at the bottom of his mind.

The next second, the huge figure covered in gorgeous heavy armor rose from the main seat like a mountain rising from the ground. The decisive announcement directly shattered the suffocating despair shrouding the conference hall:

"That choke, and that alien. I'll take care of it myself."

……

(Add an image of the Lord of the Legion) (Although it has already been posted)