Dragon Clan: Thought So Far.

The aurora borealis shattered in the leaden sky, and its brilliant luster reminded people of the golden threads broken from the spindles of the three goddesses of fate.

A distant metallic vibration came from the depths of the vast ice field. It was the fusion of the kingdom of the dead that had been sealed for thousands of years. The borders between countries were gradually blurred. The Elders' Council composed of the gods was returning to this world where they had been driven off the throne for countless years in the form of a new organization called the Holy Palace Medical Society.

Everyone was stunned by this incredible and magnificent scene. The phone in Lu Lincheng's hand had been hung up and was making meaningless beeps.

"Since the Industrial Revolution, the Dragon Clan has never appeared in a large-scale and organized manner and has never been deployed in war. Even the White King's revival, which was ultimately defined as a natural disaster-level event, was only carried out under the promotion of Dr. Herzog." Lu Lincheng said softly.
"That lord has already secured victory. The Elders Council, which has been sealed off for thousands of years, has walked out of their kingdom of God."

After the first atomic bomb exploded at Oak Ridge, the balance of power between humans and dragons has completely reversed. Facing those conceptual kings, perhaps the major countries in the world are still helpless, but if the dragons revive on the uninhabited ice field and vow to sweep the world, I think neither China nor the United States will care about the Nuclear Non-Proliferation Treaty.

But even today, on the eve of Ragnarok when the dragon slayers are fighting back with the United States and Russia involved, the Sacred Palace Medical Society has made such a bold move.

The border between the two Nibelungs cracked in the tremor. The safe haven was like a lone boat in front of a giant ship in front of the Holy Palace Medical Society's kingdom. The roars of dragons spread like pulses below the atmosphere from the black cracks of the winding elevated road that stretched out like an iron dragon.

When the first dragon claw pierced the cocoon wall, the five sharp toes slowly stretched out in the eternal night, and the calcified rock at the joints fell down, and each particle of debris made a crater-like dent in the frozen soil.

Then the second elder appeared. His tail vertebrae appeared before his head. His long tail covered with blue-gray bone spurs dragged across the ice on the surface of the frozen soil. Boiling magma actually gushed out from the furrows he had plowed. A certain word spirit burned on his body for a long time, burning the surrounding air red hot. The moment it touched the rock and soil, it melted into liquid. When he finally raised his spine from the end of the elevated road, the sound of the blue scales rubbing against each other was deafening, as if thunder was exploding in his ears.

Black clouds like mountains peeled off from the interlayer, and pairs of membrane wings slowly stretched out. The terrifying elemental turbulence swept across the Arctic Ocean and Siberia with this as the center.

There were twelve elders who were given life and authority from the ocean broth when the Black King was born. They once had hundreds of companions, but they were all devoured in repeated fights and scrambles.

The giant dragon that stepped out first lowered its slender neck, and when its molten gold vertical pupils swept across the ice field, the glaciers within a radius of dozens of kilometers began to grow in the reverse direction, and the sharp ice edges pierced the sky like a halberd array paying homage to the king.

His name was Leviathan. In the original history, he was unwilling to submit to Odin's power and was killed on the other side of the North Sea. He turned into a giant white whale and swam under the ice, emitting sad and lonely sound waves.

The elevated road connected the two kingdoms of the dead and was far more magnificent and vast than what humans could see or imagine. The Council of Elders flapped its wings silently and soared under the black sky, while on the bridge were thousands of dragons waking up from their slumber like a tide.

According to the recorded dragon-slaying history of the Secret Party, they have killed thousands of ancient dragons that crawled out of their graves from the ancient times when they ate raw meat and drank blood until today, and many more dragons perished in the wars between kings.

During the White King's rebellion, one third of the dragons were killed by the Black King Nidhogg with thunder and lightning, and their bones were reduced to ashes without even leaving any name in the history books; in Vidoflnir's rebellion, almost the entire clan of the Wind King was suppressed, with less than half of the bloodline left alive; in the battle in which the kings and humans joined forces to kill the Black King on the throne, the clan that had ruled this planet for who knows how many tens of thousands of years was destroyed, and most of the dragons had to cocoon themselves and fall into a deep sleep.

But Odin actually awakened such a large number of dragons over thousands of years. When they took off together, their membrane wings spread out to cover the sky and the sun. When they chanted spiritual words together, the turbulence of elements was enough to make all electronic equipment in a country malfunction.

Perhaps it was because they had slept for too long, so long that the gods had forgotten how to walk. Their postures were as sluggish as mechanical creations, but mixed with the ferocity of the most ferocious beasts and the vitality of their muscles tightening and undulating. The moment the dragon claws sank into the ice and then pulled out, the attached ice fragments immediately turned into diamond-like dust storms in the hurricane. Every step the largest ancient dragon took on the sacred road was accompanied by a roar like cast iron forging, which almost broke the hearts of the people who witnessed this scene in the safe haven.

"What do they want to do?" Dr. Durden muttered.

"War." Lu Lincheng said, looking at the ocean that was completely covered in red. "The Holy Palace Medical Association used sacrifices to awaken the Sea Eye and the things in the Sea Eye... The Supreme once again generously shared its genes with the world. The elders can no longer tolerate living in that country without sunlight."

"But why now..."

"Because the other supreme being is unable to spare the time." Lu Lincheng turned his head to look at the operating room where Lu Mingfei was performing the cutting.

A rumbling sound came from afar, and the end of the viaduct finally hit the ice field outside the safe haven building complex. The red brick buildings built with ordinary materials were shaking precariously.

All the dragons were stretching their bodies, breathing in the freezing fresh air greedily. The chaotic elemental tides stirred the atmosphere above into a vortex, and the super-high-speed air currents whistled back and forth and turned into hurricanes. The high-energy particle flows in the form of auroras shattered into azure rain of fire in the violent flow.

A moment later, the dragons roared and exhaled their first breath of dragon. The sound waves filled with ambition and hatred flattened the spreading sound of the Red Sea tide.

All living beings in the world feel the deepest throbbing in their hearts at this moment. White-collar workers in the office buildings in Manhattan, New York and the lions chasing prey on the African plains all look up blankly at the same time; fishermen on the coastline of Sapporo, Japan and emperor penguins staggering on the wasteland covered with lichen and moss in Antarctica look back tremblingly.

That is the fear that is branded into the soul.

What once ruled them... reigns.
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"Are you not awake yet, brother? Ragnarok has already begun. Those ambitious people who covet the throne have removed all obstacles and are now ready to pounce on the new supreme being to devour his bones and blood." The voice of the little devil sounded from behind Lu Mingfei. He was just pushed and staggered, and the loose shirt on his body was torn apart by the breeze. The dust dancing in the air formed a glowing armor and put him in it.

Soon Lu Mingfei discovered that what encased him was not armor, but his own scales.

Pale scales with sharp edges like blades, the surface of the scales flows with beautiful luster, like red copper burned white by high temperature. Lu Mingfei covered his face, tears silently seeped out from between his fingers, his pupils burned with golden red flames, his heart beat like a war drum in his chest, through the gaps between his fingers, he saw his own face on the bright marble floor tiles, so hideous and so sacred, like a divine punishment cast by God from heaven, and in the divine punishment sat the messenger who brought apocalypse to the world.

The muscles rose and fell slowly under the scales, and the metallic wings behind Lu Mingfei spread out. The strong wind swept away everything in the Chicago train station. He turned his head to look at the little devil, only to see that the child's body was so illusory, like a fleeting glimpse in his memory, and even his eyes were not clear.

"If I wake up from this dream, will you leave, forever?"

"Isn't this good? There will never be another blind devil who wants to take a quarter of your life from you. You can do whatever you want. You have the same power as me, or even ten or a hundred times stronger than me. We have done what even Lidhogg couldn't do. I can really be killed. After I die, all the power that the Black King hates and detests will be in your hands, brother." The little devil smiled.

"But don't worry, I've seen our future a long time ago. Of course I will die, but not now."

The moonlight outside the window suddenly shattered and turned into a deep crimson sea. At the bottom of the deep sea, bony tentacles seemed to emerge from a bottomless abyss. Those tentacles were waving wildly, and every time they waved, they would pierce the body of some huge creature from the dark space and then drag it back to the bottomless abyss.

Those creatures were huge, deformed, and weird. They were wailing in confusion and helplessness. All of them had the characteristics of dragons, whether it was huge and twisted horns, or eerie and hard scales, or burning golden eyes.

"What is this?" Lu Mingfei asked.

"It happened outside the Nibelungen that was built on the basis of my spirit." The little devil said. He also turned his head to look at the waving tentacles outside the window. His blurry eyes could not tell whether he was happy or angry.
"Remember the seven kingdoms of alchemy we discussed? After Norton and Constantine disappeared in the vast river of time, Odin gradually became the limit of this field. He used the space in the seven kingdoms to open the gate of the Nibelung above the Arctic Ocean, which was the origin of the genetic outbreak that caused the red tide in 1943 and the ultimate goal of the Prince Gauguin that Maria of the Star was riding on to explore the gate of the kingdom of God."

"What's behind that door?"

"You actually already know the answer, don't you, brother?" The little devil tilted his head.

Lu Mingfei was silent, then he said: "The Hatchery, right? The Supreme Hatchery that will surely return as predicted?"

"The Black King Nidhogg, like us, was not born by his parents but was conceived by this planet. The difference is that we are the product of failure and are an abandoned race, while he is the final emperor, ruling over all living things in this world for countless epochs."

The little devil said, "The gene leak in 1943 was actually the Black King's fetal movement. The Prince Gorgon was right in front of the Eye of the Sea at the time and received this unparalleled gene baptism. Those who were not qualified were torn to pieces by the power gathered in their bodies that was comparable to a supernova explosion. The selected people inherited most of the genes given by Nidhogg at the time and became the first first-generation of the new gods, that is, the second-generation monarch with a crown position equal to the four monarchs. She is Maria of the Stars, the best sacrifice in the world, and the key to opening the Eye of the Sea again."

Lu Mingfei has received information from Nono through Eva. They used to think that Maria of the Star had died many years ago, but the truth is that after aging, Miss Maria could no longer suppress the throbbing deep in her genes. Finally one day her body collapsed and began to hatch a huge dragon body. Vincent put this once gorgeous woman together with the power system of the nuclear-powered icebreaker and completely integrated it with the Yamal.

Just like the ancient dragon embryo that merged with the Lenin under the Japanese Abyss.

"Star Maria, Regis, and even Christina and Chrissie are all saints, but Miss Maria's genes are more coveted by the creatures in the sea eye." said the little devil.
"Brother and the others have already arrived at the Final Sanctuary. The survivor of the Glorious Banner, the original body of Alexander Bunin, also survived the genetic baptism and evolved into a next-generation dragon spider... Dad asked Old Bunin, who entered the safe haven with you, to bring the purification medicine and follow Chu Zihang and the others into the Final Sanctuary. Apparently, they all believe that Star Maria is dead and Regis is lost. In the eyes of the safe haven, Bunin is now the final Son of God and the final key to awakening the Black King's embryo."

“Dad…” Lu Mingfei murmured softly.

"It's hard to say whether he loves you or humans, but he is indeed trying to save us." The little devil nodded, "It's a pity that Pompey doesn't trust him. The information about Star Maria is still top secret to Haven."

"So the nuclear-powered icebreaker has already sailed into the sea eye where the Black King Nidhogg was hatched under the control of the Far North." Lu Mingfei said.

"If he hadn't sensed the approach of Star Maria, the Supreme would not have responded to the Elders' sacrifice... He didn't trust those traitors, so he didn't even tell any of the four kings where his hatchery was." The little devil shrugged, "A new round of evolutionary frenzy has begun. After the Sea Eye devoured Star Maria, the Black Emperor returned from death. The Holy Palace Medical Association is also fully armed and ready. If you don't hurry up, brother, you will really be absent from this torrent of the times."

"what should I do?"

"Prevent the birth of the Black King." said the little devil.

“Who can stand before the wheel of history and not be crushed?”

"You can't, but someone can." The little devil smiled mysteriously, "Never underestimate a woman's hatred and anger. They are creatures that can drag the world down with them..."

Lu Mingfei's heart moved slightly. He pressed his chest and felt a hard card under his lapel.

The permission card from Chrisga, which symbolizes the Willy Society, is one of the few relics left by Star Maria that can be found outside. (End of this chapter)