Wu Sheng Lu Mingfei of the Dragon Clan

Chapter 312 Civilization War

Lu Mingfei listened to the piano sound resounding in the spiritual network.

The figure of the girl seemed to appear in front of him.

He laughed.

"You're awake."

The current state of the psychic network is very special.

Among the qualified candidates, there is no one who understands this technology better than Lu Mingfei.

But even he couldn't explain how Erika did it.

Across the ocean and land, and the builder of the spiritual network has fallen asleep, he can still join the network without his consent.

Perhaps, Erika is the real genius.

After listening to it for a while, the girl repeated it with melodious melody.

Lu Mingfei heard the girl's longing in this melodious song.

"I have to do something too."

He first regained the dominance of the mind network.

Before, this network was actually silent, and it was only through the opportunity of Erika that it was able to wake up.

"Let me think, where am I?"

Memories of the past gradually become clearer.

"Yes, I was eaten."

Lu Mingfei was stunned.

"But if I was eaten, what about me now?"

He lowered his head and stretched out his hands, which were a pair of translucent, fluorescent hands.

Blessed to the soul.

"I am a...psychic body."

Lu Mingfei looked around at the darkness around him.

"If you guess correctly, this is the inside of the dragon."

"and many more."

"I always feel like I've seen it somewhere before."

"This strange sense of familiarity..."

Lu Mingfei was in deep thought.

"I remembered!"

"It's the mental space when linking mechs!"

That's right, Lu Mingfei compared the front and back, and confirmed that this is a similar land boundary.

"But, strange..."

Lu Mingfei frowned.

"Why is this so?"

"Why is the mental space of the mech so similar to that of the dragon."

The words of the extraordinary dragon beast sounded again.

"Where do you think your spiritual talent comes from?"

"The qualified ones are the descendants of the gods."

In the past, Lu Mingfei didn't take these two words to heart. He was not a scientist, not a researcher, and he didn't have the curiosity to break through the casserole. Lu Mingfei was just a soldier, and it was his responsibility to defend the country first.

Now, he suddenly thought.

What is the relationship between ancient civilizations with mechas and qualified individuals, and dragons?

Speaking of which, when it comes to mechs, where is his Dark Lord?

Lu Mingfei looked around, and there was nothing within the range illuminated by the fluorescent light, while the place outside the fluorescent light was boundless darkness.

Looking for a random direction, walking for a while, Lu Mingfei bumped into an invisible wall, rubbed his nose, he groped, and found that there were invisible walls on all sides, no, maybe not just four sides, Lu Mingfei was thoughtful He lowered his head, raised his head again, probably the same up and down.

In other words, he was trapped in a cube made of invisible walls.

He sat on the ground in Panxi, thinking hard.

I can't find the mecha, and I can't find other humans, so it's no way to get stuck like this.

The singing in the spiritual network is still flying.

Gradually calm his mood.

By the way, mind network!
Lu Mingfei knew what to do.

Close your eyes and settle down.

This is a network set up by Lu Mingfei, so he knows very well that a qualified person cannot join by himself, and must be assisted by an armor. The same is true for Eriyi, although I don’t know how she managed to cross thousands of mountains and thousands of miles. However, Lu Mingfei was able to distinguish the frequency band characteristics of Yehuo Honglian from the network. Obviously, Eliyi used Yehuo Honglian as a springboard.

So what about him?
After waking up, since Lu Mingfei can gain the dominance of the spiritual network, it represents the existence of the Dark Demon King. He must still maintain a spiritual link with this mech, but he himself has no idea what the link is. forget.

Fortunately, it is also possible to reverse the inference through the spiritual network. According to the signal feedback, Lu Mingfei grasped the thread in the dark and went upstream. Finally, he found it.

Lu Mingfei opened his eyes, surprised and confused, and looked at his left chest, his heart, in such a complicated way.

Just kidding!
Why is the signal source of the Dark Lord here!

He put his hand on his left chest, feeling the beating of his heart inside.

Once again, I remembered the words that the qualified are the descendants of the gods.

Really suspicious.

Stranger than the identity of a qualified person is that the mecha is the heart of a qualified person.

Qualified persons, mechs, descendants of gods, and dragons...

Vaguely, he seems to be about to touch a certain reality.

A vast ancient scene unfolded in front of him.

Lu Mingfei was dripping with cold sweat.

He hasn't seen anything yet.

I just feel uncomfortable with palpitations.

Forget it, it doesn't matter.

He has got the key to breaking the game.

Lu Mingfei laughed.

He clenched his fist with his right hand, gave a thumbs up, and tapped hard on his heart.

Lu Mingfei leaned forward suddenly, and vomited out a breath of foul air.

Fortunately, the spirit body has no blood.

His eyes were bulging and bloodshot.

The heart was stimulated by this, and it suddenly revived, and the beating rhythm became faster and faster, each time getting heavier and heavier.

The unique fluorescence of the spiritual body then lights up.

What flows in his blood vessels is not fresh blood, but materialized energy. After the contraction and expansion of the heart, these energy rise and fall, as if there is a vast ocean tide in his body.

Originally an invisible cube, it slowly lit up, and all six sides showed white light, one bright and one dark, echoing the changes in Lu Mingfei's body.

Lu Mingfei, who was enduring great pain, had a smile on his eyes.

He heard it.

"Synchronization rate: 78%!"

He awakened the Dark Lord.

Sure enough, Lu Mingfei's judgment was not wrong, he has always maintained a spiritual link with this mech, and the synchronization rate is proof, jumping directly from 78% is enough to explain everything.

"Synchronization rate: 85%!"

"Synchronization rate: 91%!"

"Synchronization rate: 98%!"

Once again, the limit is reached.

Do not!
Now Lu Mingfei can be sure.

98% sync rate is not his limit.

It's okay, it's okay!
He stared at the cube cage.

You can still break through!
This is a method that can only be used by qualified persons with a synchronization rate of 98%, who are in the body of a dragon and can still maintain consciousness.

It is possible only if the above three conditions are met.

the last two percent.

He wants to eat the dragon.

Especially now, the last and maybe even the only chance.

The dragon hasn't woken up yet.

Still in a sleepwalking chaotic consciousness.

A synchronization rate of 98% is the step to ascend to the throne of God.

And if he wanted to be crowned, he had to take the initiative to take that step.

Turn into a dragon.

He stood in front of the gate of becoming a god.

At this time, countless sentiments came to my mind.

Lu Mingfei finally understood.

The so-called mecha, its essence, is a dragon.

The people of ancient civilizations turned into spiritual bodies, occupying the body of a dragon, and then transformed into a human form.

They use this method to fight dragons.

After the people of the ancient civilization died, they turned into mechas and slept in the tomb, waiting for the descendants of the corresponding blood to wake them up.

Only, there is a problem.

Since the people of the ancient civilization won the war, why didn't the dragon that brought the doomsday turn into a mecha?
Lu Mingfei couldn't figure it out.

He can only guess, maybe the Doomsday White Dragon has something special, it can't be turned into a mecha, it can only be sealed.

And now.

The doomsday white dragon whose consciousness is in a state of chaos is the perfect target.

Undefended.

He can replace it whenever he wants.

The cube is no longer a cage. It turns into white light and is absorbed by Lu Mingfei, regaining freedom. Lu Mingfei follows the induction and flies upwards, and keeps going upwards. There is the core of the doomsday white dragon. If he occupies the core, he is the dragon.

In this way, everything can end.

Erika in the distance is still playing the piano.

Lu Mingfei thought about her appearance.

Thinking of the two meeting, there is a future.

future……

He stopped abruptly.

Lu Mingfei suddenly asked himself.

"and then?"

"I became a dragon, and then?"

Lu Mingfei felt panic from the deepest part of his heart.

What's the point of him occupying the body of the doomsday white dragon.

because.

The dragon is still there.

Long didn't work out.

The closer to the core, the more information he receives.

The Doom White Dragon is special.

It is special in its absolute immortality.

As long as the world exists, dragons will exist.

The existence of dragons represents the pollution of dragon transformation.

Even if Lu Mingfei replaces him, he can't commit suicide, so he can choose to sleep. One day in the future, when he wakes up unconsciously, it will still bring about the end of this world.

This is not a reincarnation that can be ended only by someone's sacrifice.

This is an unsolvable knot.

"You found it."

"child."

Lu Mingfei heard an old voice.

He looked around vigilantly, and finally looked up, where was the core of the white dragon.

"who is it!"

"unimportant."

said the old man.

"The name, the identity, have been buried with my civilization, it doesn't matter anymore."

Lu Mingfei's heart skipped a beat.

"You are from an ancient civilization?"

The old man sighed.

"We tried to end this reincarnation, but you have seen the end."

"Our civilization is buried in yellow sand."

"All my compatriots are asleep."

"I'm the only ghost left to linger."

The old man sighed again.

Like the wind blowing from the upper reaches of the long river of time far and far away.

said the old man.

"Son, can I trouble you to listen."

"An old guy's story?"

"Ah."

Lu Mingfei was serious.

"My pleasure."

The story begins a long, long time ago.

About the struggle and death of a civilization.

In fact, the jigsaw puzzles in Lu Mingfei's hands are almost complete. This war between ancient civilizations and dragons only needs a few fragments to form a complete picture.

Obviously, ancient civilizations are more developed than modern humans. They have completely inherited the technology of the previous civilizations, have inexhaustible clean energy, and science and art are flourishing.

At the same time, the ancient civilizations clearly knew the doomsday prophecy, because the pressure of life and death close at hand prevented them from falling into the trap of hedonism, and the society as a whole maintained a strong vitality. Every citizen is ready to fight at any time.

So, the end came.

The dragons wake up from their slumber, and the seal set by the previous civilization with all its strength is no match for the erosion of the long years.

No problem.

They have inherited the baton from the previous civilization, and they have mastered the method of actually killing dragons.

Psychic body.

Or, Heroic Spirit.

Individuals with strong will in the civilization are named as Heroic Spirits. They are born from fighting, choose one out of thousands of miles, and finally use the body of Heroic Spirits to have a duel with dragons on the soul level.

Naturally, they won.

They occupy the bodies of dragons, transform them into huge human figures, turn their spearheads, and kill dragons.

This is the knowledge inherited from the previous generation of civilization. The body of dragons is extremely powerful, and the most terrifying thing is their vitality. These creatures can even survive in the empty starry sky. The previous generation of civilization has done experiments, and they put the replenishment of dragons in the starry sky For half a century, the instrument showed that the dragon had lost all vital signs, it was just a meteorite, but at the end of the experiment, the dragon who returned to the planet recovered quickly, and re-ignited the golden pupil in just one week.

The previous generation of civilizations used their demise to prove that the physical destruction of dragons is a dead end.

But they passed on the seeds of hope to the next generation.

That is ancient civilization.

Since the physical way doesn't work, try the mind.

Thankfully, they succeeded.

Unfortunately, I have to add a word.

almost.

They almost succeeded.

In the beginning, a [-]-strong Heroic Spirit Legion was needed to replenish the dragons.

Later, with the cooperation of mechs, five heroic spirit squads can achieve their goals.

More and more dragons are occupied by them and transformed into huge humanoids.

Although the ancient civilizations had suffered huge casualties, it was visible to the naked eye that the balance of war was tilting towards them.

The dragons are decreasing one by one, one is ebbing and the other is growing, and the mechs are increasing one by one.

Sacrifice is not terrible, as long as there is still hope in the heart.

But what if, one day, this last hope is also extinguished?
That's the last dragon.

The citizens of the ancient civilization almost celebrated their victory in advance.

The mecha legion and all the heroic spirits are dispatched.

Although almost everyone agrees, this is not necessary.

It's just the last dragon, and it's really overkill to overwhelm all the power of civilization.

But the decision-making meeting voted to pass the action.

A discerning person said.

"Here, let's treat it as a military parade."

Yes, parades.

Civilization demonstrated its great power through this action.

boast of force.

Mechas and Heroic Spirits both went to the battlefield with this mentality.

Until, they saw the last dragon.

Recalling here, the old man was silent for a long time.

he said painfully.

""This is a nightmare.

All the power of civilization, the mechs that transform dragons, the heroic spirits that build great achievements, everything.

It's all gone.

The old man murmured.

"wrong."

"wrong."

"We were all wrong."

"From the beginning, not a single dragon died."

This is the third month since the Nightmare Battle.

Scholars of ancient civilizations have come to a desperate conclusion.

Dragons are immortal.

When heroic spirits occupy the body, the souls of dragons are not actually destroyed. This is a way that civilization cannot understand. They gather together and turn into doomsday white dragons.

This is the worst and last dragon, every golden pupil on its body represents the soul of a dragon.

Physics is immortal, protoss is immortal.

All means are ineffective against dragons.

At the last moment, it was the consul who stood up.

He started, the final heroic spirit plan.

Gather the power of all civilizations and cultivate the most powerful heroic spirits.

Fight to the death with the doomsday white dragon.

After a long silence, the old man's voice sounded again.

"The ultimate heroic spirit is me."

"I carry the hopes of all my fellow citizens on my shoulders."

"But in the end, I can only drag the white dragon to sleep forever."

"Now, my power is about to dry up, and the real white dragon is about to wake up."

"child."

The old man said to Lu Mingfei.

"Can I entrust everything to you?"

Lu Mingfei was in deep thought.

The communication efficiency of the spiritual body is very high. He understood what the old man meant. The other party wanted to find a successor to suppress Bailong instead of him.

Lu Mingfei's thinking is not hesitating because of sacrifice or not.

Obviously, sealing the white dragon was just drinking poison to quench thirst and delay the end of the day, but it didn't really solve the problem.

Bet your hopes on the next generation of civilization.

But can the next generation really figure it out?
"Can I ask a question?"

"Speak, child."

"Dragon, what the hell is it?"

The old man pondered, he seemed to be organizing his words.

"Sorry, I can't give a precise definition."

"Only speculation."

said the old man.

"Our scholars speculate that the dragon is the planet itself."

"Planet?"

"Son, you should know that the development of all civilizations is based on the plundering and exploitation of resources."

"Sometimes irreversible damage to the planet."

"So, the dragon appeared."

"They devour everything, they destroy everything, they pollute everything."

"But everything said here is about civilizations, not planets."

"In fact, according to the model, if the end really comes, only civilization will disappear, and the planet will return to its original form. You can understand it as rejuvenation."

said the old man.

"Familiar?"

"It's like the planet's self-rejection reaction. We, my civilization, your civilization, are viruses to the planet."

"Dragon, the reason why you don't die."

"Because they are the rules of this planet."

Having said that, the old man's voice gradually decreased.

He is very tired.

His strength is about to run out.

The old man could feel that Bailong was waking up.

So he asked Lu Mingfei.

"How about it, kid."

"Have you considered?"

"Come, come here."

"Inherit my seat and suppress this monster."

"Pass on hope."

The pensive Lu Mingfei raised his head.

He looked up thoughtfully.

Look around in the darkness.

Finally, he looked in a certain direction with nostalgia.

Lu Mingfei let out a breath.

Take a step and stop.

"It's strange."

He said.

"It's a battle of civilizations and planets."

"You have always pinned your hopes on a certain hero."

"What about the rest?"

The old man seemed puzzled.

"other people?"

"Son, what are you talking about?"

"You also said that this is a war between civilization and the planet."

"It's war at the highest level."

"What's the use of ordinary people?"

"Only heroes can bring hope."

"Isn't that why you and I exist?"

Lu Mingfei thought for a while, then shook his head seriously.

"No, it's not."

"I never felt like a hero."

"I'm a soldier, a soldier, but not a hero."

"You probably don't know that our civilization has such a saying."

he said to the old man.

"A single spark can start a prairie fire."

The old man murmured in confusion.

"A single spark can start a prairie fire."

Because it is the communication between the spiritual body, the barrier of language can be ignored, and the meaning of each other can be directly understood.

But the old man was still at a loss.

What is a spark that can start a prairie fire?
These are words that cannot be understood by a civilization that firmly believes in heroes saving the world.

Lu Mingfei smiled. ,

He opened his arms wide.

"It's okay if you don't understand, just look at it."

"Since it is a war of civilizations, let civilizations decide for themselves."

He closed his eyes and spoke softly.

At the same time, the mind network extends infinitely.

Lu Mingfei said.

"stand up."

(End of this chapter)