Slaying Flying Dragons Is Slaying, Slaying Ancient Dragons Is Slaying

Lu Mingze still wore the same unchanging smile.

He neither denied it nor admitted it.

Yet that attitude alone was enough to reveal many things.

Lu Mingfei was no longer the ignorant fool he had once been. After strengthening, exploring, and understanding his origin, he could already sense certain things.

Certain familiar things.

But Lu Mingze ultimately said nothing. He merely smiled in silence, smiling so smugly that Lu Mingfei almost wanted to slap him.

"All right, all right, all right," Lu Mingfei muttered, conceding defeat. "Let's discuss how to save Nono first."

Only then did Lu Mingze speak calmly:

"The contract is still valid, brother. I'll help you kill that dragon, then save your girl."

Lu Mingfei shook his head.

"She's not my girl, just a friend. She's one of my only one or two friends, so I'll save her. That's all."

"Is that so?"

Lu Mingze blinked, a trace of cunning flashing through his golden pupils.

"Devils are best at seeing through the human heart, and they respect their clients' privacy most of all."

He snapped his fingers. The star-filled sky reflected in the water abruptly vanished, leaving only a single starlight illuminating his faintly smiling expression.

"Then, shall we begin?"

Lu Mingfei took a deep breath and suppressed the agitation in his heart. He knew the deal had long been made; regretting it now was useless. All he could do now was face his fear.

"Cut the crap. Get on with it."

He stared at Lu Mingze.

"How do I deal with that dragon?"

"Power is an intoxicating thing. It seems you've already experienced what it means to possess power over there. You can't turn back now, brother..."

Lu Mingze spoke calmly, the golden light in his eyes reflecting Lu Mingfei's Golden Eyes.

"It was yours to begin with.

"The Gathering, casting units, infinite mana."

"Noglues. Your opponents will be unable to use Word Spirits, equivalent to 'Word Spirit: Commandment.'"

Lu Mingze struck Lu Mingfei's forehead with his palm.

"From this moment onward, these secret arts are unsealed."

The instant pain shot through his forehead, Lu Mingfei felt as though two shackles within his origin had been completely broken. Boundless power surged forth, and the Dragon Communion Flame changed from a tiny spark into a raging blaze.

Of course, he understood the two phrases the Little Devil had mentioned. They were cheat functions from StarCraft's single-player mode, activated by pressing Enter.

But Lu Mingfei was no innocent little flower. Naturally, he did not think he was playing a game.

"What is this?" Feeling the immense power, Lu Mingfei casually tried to summon a wisp of breeze, only to carelessly turn it into a storm coiling around his arm.

"I feel like something has been broken..."

Lu Mingze raised his head and looked at him in surprise.

"Brother, it seems you really have grown up... It's only a minor use of the rules. Don't worry about it."

He suddenly raised his hand and snapped his fingers. The surrounding scene warped abruptly, shifting from the white sailboat to the diving bell where Lu Mingfei was in reality.

The red-haired girl who had once stood up for him was still clutching the diving bell's hatch. But her face was terrifyingly pale, devoid of any life. The massive wound through her chest and the blood dispersing through the water foretold her fate.

She was going to die.

"Want to save her?"

Lu Mingze pointed at her.

"Obviously!"

Lu Mingfei snapped irritably, wanting nothing more than to kick him hard in the ass. This devil was clearly toying with him.

"Oh dear, customers these days really have no patience at all."

Lu Mingze shrugged with feigned regret.

"But I really don't need to do anything here."

"'Don't Die.' That is your own Word Spirit, authority you unsealed yourself."

Lu Mingfei instantly felt that the devil was talking nonsense.

"You're messing with me, right? Aren't Word Spirits all dragon-language chants, like hymns?"

"NoNoNo." The Little Devil sternly waved a hand at him. "Dragon language is merely the external manifestation of authority. French, Chinese, German, Hebrew, Latin—any of them can serve as a vessel.

"As long as you want to, you can even activate it without speaking, so long as you become familiar with that rule."

"It sounds like some no-name product..."

Lu Mingfei complained.

"You're using cheats and still want an instruction manual?"

Lu Mingze rolled his eyes at him.

"Brother, authority is something engraved in your origin, like how a baby knows how to cry from birth. Do you expect me to teach you how to cry?"

"Hey, hey, hey, watch your service attitude," Lu Mingfei retorted.

"You sound like you want to stamp 'final interpretation rights belong to the devil' on the product."

Lu Mingze fell into thought.

Lu Mingfei was horrified. "Don't seriously start thinking about adding that later!"

"I'm joking."

Lu Mingze spread his hands and spoke carelessly.

"You've become crafty, brother. Since the customer is dissatisfied, I'll give you an extra complimentary gift~"

He reached out and smacked Lu Mingfei's forehead again.

"The power you wield may share the same origin, but the rules are not entirely the same.

"I'll put two outfits from this world over the power I gave you."

"Word Spirit: Dustless Realm. Word Spirit: Eye of the Storm King.

"Since you're an S-Rank Mixed-Blood, having two Word Spirits won't be too strange."

This time, it truly felt like divine enlightenment. Two obscure lines of dragon language entered Lu Mingfei's mind, and he instantly learned how to use both Word Spirits.

Just as Lu Mingze had said, nothing beneath the surface had actually changed. It was still Lu Mingfei's Storm Path, merely dressed in the outer shell of "Word Spirits."

Or perhaps they had always been the same thing, merely taking different forms in different worlds.

"Not too bad."

Lu Mingfei muttered as he began familiarizing himself with the outward forms of the two Word Spirits.

"All right, all right,"

Lu Mingze sighed.

"There's only one last thing, then we're done. After all, time isn't completely stopped here. Your friends are still outside waiting for you to save them."

"The only thing that can harm a First-Generation Species is an alchemical weapon, and it has to be the strongest alchemical weapon: the supreme creation of the Bronze and Flame King, 'Seven Sins.'"

For some reason, Lu Mingze sneered.

"Brother, don't be like those idiots up there and think a mere Storm Torpedo can kill a Dragon King."

Lu Mingfei had spent too long in the Lands Between and had nearly forgotten what was happening above. He only vaguely remembered that the team leader was Manstein, while Caesar and Zero were in another diving team...

Lu Mingfei's impression of them had been fairly good, especially Zero. That petite Russian beauty had even danced with him at the student union's ballroom party...

He silently rolled his eyes.

"Enough already. Just tell me what Seven Sins is and where I can find it. And weren't the seven deadly sins a Christian concept? Do you really think I, Lu, am so unlearned that I've never read the Bible?"

"Beneath human myths lies mostly the history of dragons."

Lu Mingze spoke calmly.

"That weapon is in Ye Sheng's bag. They are seven alchemical weapons forged by Norton at the beginning of the Common Era, named Pride, Envy, Wrath, Sloth, Greed, Gluttony, and Lust. They judge humanity's seven sins.

"What happened to Norton was Wrath. You should use the heaviest one: Wrath!"

Lu Mingfei nodded instinctively.

"Go, Lu Mingfei!"

The golden light in Lu Mingze's pupils suddenly flared brilliantly. He kicked Lu Mingfei hard in the ass.

"Go judge those traitors! This is your stage!"