Dragon Clan starts from digging the corner of Kassel

Chapter 370: The Lost City of Jörmungandr

On the barren land, the girl raised her head and glared at the sky.

As if receiving some kind of call, the Pamish circulating fluid flowing out of the wreckage of the mechanical demon swirled on the ground, wrapped around the girl's white legs, and mixed into the body of that noble bloodline.

An amazing transformation is happening quietly.

How could a proud king who once stood above the nine realms allow this filthy red to stain his blood?
But now she no longer cared. The King of the Earth stared at the whistling fate with contempt, and a sharp smile appeared on the corner of her mouth. She laughed silently, as if she was laughing at the world and herself, and she wished she could tear this fragile human body into pieces with her claws to reveal her screaming soul.

Xia Mi, or rather Jörmungandr's heart, was as turbulent as the waves of the ocean.

The world has fallen into silence, just like a giant earthly snake that has turned into a corpse, and the other self in this world has thus won the end.

He did what Jörmungandr had never done, devouring the lives of his brothers to become a "god"... But he failed in the end, leaving countless dead wandering in confusion on this desolate land.

The death that was within reach was so vivid, and the corpses that crawled out of the dust were like silent mockery, hurting her heart deeply.

For the first time, Jörmungandr realized so clearly...his own death.

Looking back, it seemed that "death" had always been with her.

After being defeated by Odin in the Second World War and forced to wander the world as a ghost, she tried to live countless lives as a human.

She had been a king, a businessman, and a general... Whether she had conquered the earth and created countless great deeds, being dubbed the "Scourge of God", or she had bathed in the blood of young women and written the horrific legend of "Bloody Mary"... like the creases left on yellowed pages of a book, she had left countless traces in human history.

Throughout the long years of human record, the hybrids have fought her time and again, little did they know that the "four great kings" who had revived in their cognition were all her in disguise.

With her transcendental soul as the Dragon King, the lowly humans saw her as a blind man touching an elephant, how could they tell the difference between her and the real four kings? But even if she wanted to lure the person behind the scenes to show up through this method, she could never touch the slightest trace left by the other party... The other party just stretched out his hand and gently pushed the chess piece, and those hybrids rushed to her without hesitation until she closed her eyes in boredom.

The brother who had shared life and death with her disappeared, and she was abandoned in this world, all alone.

Although he is a noble king, he still looks like a lonely ghost.

As time went by, she became less and less like herself, and more and more like a world-weary human. The human form bound the king's soul, cutting and polishing her bit by bit, like using time to crush an ancient rock mountain into a plain.

Jörmungandr witnessed the insignificance, cruelty, madness, and... rise of human beings in a world where dragons no longer exist. He witnessed this race's transformation from humble slaves to the masters of the world.

Perhaps she was really tired of this repetitive cycle of life and death.

Perhaps the prophecy of the "Promised Day" was just a bad joke. Perhaps I, who have fallen into this life-or-death situation, will disappear from the world before I can regain my strength...

Jörmungandr, the dragon king, changed unknowingly and became a human named Shami.

She has become this "weakling" who pretends to be a girl and chats with boys while hooking their necks around each other, drinking beer and eating skewers together, and bragging about the latest trends in the school...

Norton's death did not wake her up from this dream. After all, he was just an opponent she hated. Constantine's death only made her feel a little sad, because even that gentle guy would die at dawn because of his weakness. But now she can no longer turn a blind eye, because what lies before her is the "end" that she cannot escape. She is just afraid.

At this moment, the girl's isolated figure seemed so lonely.

The direction of fate seemed to be reflected in Jörmungandr's eternal golden eyes. The Pamish, which had been tempered by the power of the devil, infected every cell in her body. The severe pain that was enough to drive a human crazy could not change her eyes in the slightest.

A wonderful feeling finally established.

With the help of the Pamish virus that infected her, the Dragon King's transcendent spirit was able to penetrate into an invisible network. At this moment, she found the root of the devil - it was the source of a terrifying power, and its impulse to devour everything was just a manifestation of it.

The King of the Earth, with the experience gained from millions of years, recognized the dullness within and could not help but sigh deeply at the ruthlessness of the person who denied and questioned the world.

"Is this the so-called [Original Devil]... He is indeed a vicious fellow who lives up to the name 'Original'."

Jörmungandr, dressed in white and red, frowned and slowly turned his head to look into the depths of the coastline: "Are you hiding there, dreaming that the world will eventually end? These mechanical monsters on the ground are just fantasies that occasionally arise in your dreams..."

The so-called "Demon of Doubt" is an existence that will instinctively create a swarm of dull insects while dreaming, destroying the world without knowing it.

Unlike the four great kings, this monster was born simply for destruction, for the end, for negation.

"Just looking at it this way, the demise of my other self has nothing to do with you."

Although the direction of this world was different from what she was familiar with, the world she lived in had long been turned upside down by the existence of Faos and Bu Shun who flew from outside the world.

But there are certain things hidden in this ruined world that Jörmungandr cannot ignore.

Why did the creation of "Hela, the Goddess of Death" fail? Was it because she had swallowed her own brother's life and suffered the consequences, and this combination itself was a mistake? Or was there another external force interfering, causing Hela to fail at the last moment and even her power to be completely shattered... After denying the devil, who is still hiding in this world?

"It would be nice if 'Big Brother' was here."

Jörmungandr sighed and stared at the land that had been dyed gray. "What happened in this ocean? He can tell with just one look, right?"

But Wu Yue could never cross the barriers between the worlds to answer her questions.

Without saying a word, her white clothes were stained with red. The girl said nothing more, turned slowly, and walked towards the remains of the Earthly Serpent. The earth responded to the king's wishes, guarding her steps like a loyal subject, and carrying Jörmungandr's body all the way to the destination.

She was going to find another destination for herself, the place where the giant snake rose from the abyss.

Perhaps, that place will also become her "starting point".

Yesterday, after I got home and took a shower, I fell asleep as soon as I closed my eyes. Today, I tried my best and struggled to wake up at the last moment to finish writing this chapter!
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