Dragon Clan: Thought So Far.

Every dragon suddenly realized that the roaring sound of thunder did not come from Lu Mingfei.

Rather, the thing called courage and perseverance in their spirits is cracking like a heart frozen by liquid nitrogen.

That was the majesty that forced foreign ministers to prostrate themselves before the throne before the king's arrival, the turbulent black elements that were surging in the sky thousands of meters high were like the Black Sea rising into the sky, and suddenly became like a raging sea.

The huge xenon lamps standing on the angled towers of every building in the safe harbor were scanning the sky madly, and the pale spots of light crisscrossed to illuminate the cloud surface as bright as snow.

Also illuminated were the gods awakened from their slumber by Odin. Their scales were as rugged as reefs, and their golden pupils were like stars twinkling in the night.

But at this moment, the stars fell. The dragons almost fled away from the battlefield between Lu Mingfei and the elders. They followed Odin to the sea eye when the black supreme returned. In the majestic golden eyes, there was only greed and fear.

Faced with the king's majesty that was becoming increasingly angry, frantic, and approaching, even those elders of the Holy Palace Medical Society who were already powerful enough to compare themselves to the dark kings finally began to raise their noble heads to see where the Supreme would descend.

Finally, the boundary between heaven and earth in the south lit up, as if there was a flame burning on the mountains that connected to the sky, and the bottom of the lead-gray clouds was illuminated red!

It was a light far more dazzling than when Odin came, and the magnificent gold soon replaced the red.

A great heartbeat echoed between heaven and earth, and that heartbeat seemed to be chanting an order to sentence the traitor to death. The second and third generation species molded from the bones and blood of the dragon kings all trembled, and they recalled the fear and pain in the deepest part of their genes. In ancient times, there were kings who used a pillar of flame that reached the sky as a torture instrument at the other end of molten bronze, hanging every treacherous minister in the ever-lasting flames and burning them for thousands of years.

"I smell the scent of sulfur, the decayed breath of dead metal and the hateful shackles of fate." An ancient species that was born from the ocean broth when the Black King was born whispered. His humanoid form was a narrow shadow, with bone claws extending and cutting, purple-white arcs of light flashing, and bronze elements spreading on the bone claws like a stream of fire, and finally being cut into lightning-shaped weapons.

A demon whose name cannot be mentioned in the dragon civilization, who has killed dozens or hundreds of his own kind and devoured their power. Some say he is a descendant of the king of the ocean and water, while others say he is the ninth king of the supreme creation.

He is Zeus, the president of the ancient Supreme Council, the first elder born, and the first thunder that fell in the world.

He was born before the White Emperor and was the elder of the four great kings. He once called the wind and rain under the black throne and turned the tide when the Holy Empire was in decline.

But time is the sharpest knife. It will carve some people's ambitions into an indestructible shape. Zeus' ambition has long been as loud as the waves of the mountains.

Now those waves have turned into a raging tide that is reaching the sky and is about to greedily devour the world. No one can make him turn back and no one can suppress his ambition.

Even though he had guessed what kind of majestic thing would come.

The bright light in the southern sky was growing brighter and brighter. He had not arrived yet, but everyone had already felt his presence.

Even Lu Mingfei looked intently in that direction, because the Nibelungen Gate leading to Wa and Fenrir had not yet been fully opened, and the allies he expected could not arrive at this moment.

The dragons crawling on the ground spread their wings, their scales reflecting the fierce light of a river of fire, like soap flowing with all kinds of gorgeous luster under the sun. As their majesty grew stronger, they became more and more timid, and finally had to curl up.

The thing finally came over, bringing with it burning clouds in the shape of sea tides. The clouds were parted, and the sky seemed to be covered with fiery red cracks.

In the center of the crack, a black dragon was flapping its wings. It had a black spine like steel and a wingspan of dozens of meters when spread out. Its sharp teeth protruded and its pupils were the scarlet golden pupils unique to dragon princes.

It was just a second-generation species. Even in today's grand occasion of thousands of dragons rising into the sky, his majesty could be completely ignored. The name he left in the ancient scrolls of the North Sea was far less than that of the other ancient princes who surrendered and buried their heads in the ashes on the charred frozen soil.

"Samson..." Zeus' voice echoed between heaven and earth.

However, the elder who was able to withstand the majesty of the king and not kneel down did not take seriously the second-generation species who was supposed to be stationed in Bronze City and died in the Kuimen mission held by the academy two years ago.

Golden-red flames burst out from deep in their eye sockets, and every hair, scale, and feather was clearly visible in their eyes. Every look, whether indifferent, cold, angry, hateful, or greedy, was directed at the girl sitting on the black dragon's head, from which fire was oozing out of the cracks that looked like new scales.

That’s Su Xiaoqiang, and Eri.

Lu Mingfei finally saw the little goddess’ eyes. They looked at each other from the other side and everything was silent for a moment.

A hint of joy flashed across Su Xiaoqiang's sculpture-like delicate little face, and then she stood up. The black and white winter coat on her body burned to ashes in the flames that flowed from her flesh and blood, and the ashes fluttered and turned into a long, long skirt.

It seemed to be the gorgeous dress that the empress wore when she ascended the throne. The hem of her skirt seemed to be able to cover Samson's huge head, and the golden silk threads drew exquisite patterns on the hem.

With her arms outstretched, she looked even lighter and taller, and her long hair was somehow matched with a heavy golden crown.

Compared to those real natural dragon kings, she appears to be more slender and delicate. Her entire body is not covered with iron armor, and even the skin on her cheeks is as white as a girl's.

When Pompey mounted Sleipnir, brilliant light enveloped his wind cloak and the silver iron mask, and the roar of thunder echoed between the sky and the sea; when Herzog ascended the throne of the White King, chaotic elements swept across Tokyo Bay, and towering lava columns erupted from every mountain in the volcanic belt thousands of meters into the sky.

When Su Xiaoqiang instantly transformed from a human girl into the King of Bronze and Fire, she could not feel any flow of power. She just stood up and released her majesty calmly and solemnly.

For a moment, Lu Mingfei seemed to see the shadow of Norton in this girl. He quietly used fate to weave something that was even far above the seven kingdoms of alchemy. The name of that thing was "fate."

Destiny is originally silent and unstoppable, like a surging river.

Twelve old men who have lived for who knows how many years recited different words in ancient and solemn voices. Those dangerous dragon characters stirred in the rules and concepts of the world. Each one was a top-secret word with astonishing power. Some of them could even exert the power of the ancient power under certain circumstances.

But in the chaotic elemental tides, the four elements controlled by the twelve elders all stayed away from Su Xiaoqiang. She just stood there like a black hole that could expel or swallow all invading creatures.

There was no extra dialogue or room for negotiation. The Holy Palace Medical Association immediately realized that the person in front of them was a new generation king who had completely inherited all the power of Supreme Norton except the elements. But the one who attacked them was not the girl in the golden crown and gorgeous dress, but another girl with long scarlet hair flying in the wind.

Eri slightly raised her eyes, and those eyes, which were usually as ignorant and confused as a deer in the forest, now had no emotion at all. The light in her pupils was not the glow deliberately created by other giant dragons of pure blood, but a dim candlelight that seemed like it would go out at any time.

When she saw Lu Mingfei, her expression revealed a hint of worry and joy. Then, her dim golden eyes swept across the dragons crawling on the ground and across the gods in the sky that cast huge shadows like mountains in the depths of the clouds. The wind blew her hair and her skirt.

Eri's cherry-colored lips trembled slightly, and her voice was as light as the wind blowing through a panpipe, but the content was an ancient text that ancient humans could never understand even if they spent their entire lives.

Then the world seemed to be really silent. Only the chaotic lightning in the clouds still illuminated this chaotic world, which seemed to appear only in dreams, where the dead were resurrected and the living died.

Twelve high-pitched voices were terminated at the same time. Zeus took the first action, but he did not attack Samson in the sky. Instead, he reached out and took out the still beating heart from his chest. Then a spirit that could hardly be erased from this world returned to his huge dragon body.

The horrifying giant slowly opened its eyes and hovered right in front of Samson. The shadow of its wings blocked out the sky, and hanging from its wing bones were crackling bones, all of which were the rebellious dragons that had once rebelled against him.

Then Zeus' companions did the same thing.

They saw with their own eyes an extremely large and indestructible area spreading in all directions with the girl with long crimson hair between Samson's horns as its center.

Everything in the realm stopped moving, but that did not mean time stopped. The steam pipes on both sides of the winding streets of the safe haven were still spewing out thick white mist, the wind cloaks of the neatly lined-up heroes were still fluttering in the wind, and the lingering snowflakes seemed to become sharper and more violent under the stimulation of the strong wind.

There are only those ancient species whose titles are not even princes and the heroic spirits summoned from Odin's kingdom, like clay sculptures and wooden carvings.

Eri's voice spread along the wind to every corner of the domain. Her golden eyes became brighter and brighter, and the speed of reciting the dragon script became faster and faster. Suddenly, the clouds were pushed aside by a white dragon. The dragon was so huge and amazing that it took several hours for its shadow to pass through the port of Nibelungen. After stretching, it seemed to be able to stretch across Siberia. The Ural Mountains were just a small dirt slope in front of it.

After the dark clouds were parted, the blazing sun was unbridled on the land that had been battered by storms and snowstorms for thousands of years. The wide Shinto Road replaced the long glaciers, and the heroic spirits who knelt on the ground and even had their knees cracked by the cold became slaves who prostrated themselves and shouted "Holy God, Long Live the Lord". The dragons who were affected by the holy words in the domain were surprised to find that they were sitting on the golden sedan chair, and hundreds and thousands of human slaves were naked on their upper bodies carrying the sedan chair and walking across the wide Shinto Road, heading towards the towering bronze pillars in the far north.

But the next second, all the affected dragons attacked each other, and gorgeous and powerful words exploded everywhere like fireworks.

Their scales, which were harder than steel, began to crack like ceramics falling to the ground under the command of one holy word after another, and hot blood seeped out from the depths of the cracks.

The dragons were fighting each other because the sacred paths in front of them had converged into one at some point, so there was only one spot left to meet the bronze pillar standing in the north of the world.

In their view, the top of the bronze pillar holds the power and authority left by the Black King after his death. The dragon race was originally a tyrannical and ambitious race, and they would even swallow the bones and blood of their own kind to obtain those things.

But it's all an illusion.

The Word Spirit. Saha World was chanted by Eri with the authority of the White King. White threads were growing from her fingertips, nose tip and even the ends of her hair. Those threads floated like spider silk in the wind and fell to the ground to absorb the dragon blood that rolled down due to the battle.

On this battlefield full of dragons, she actually began her first hatching, towards the hatching of the White Emperor.

The Saha world can create illusions that can sweep everyone away, causing them to suffer endless torture or endless joy, and can even make a large number of armies experience life and death in their dreams.

That is one of the supreme powers of the White Emperor. Reality and illusion are blurred in this realm. It is said that the real White King can summon the illusory things that appear in dreams to the real world. And Eri is just making the dragons immersed in it unable to extricate themselves.

In this dream created by the Saha world, Lu Mingfei looked up at Zeus in the sky. He smiled despite the cracking of his facial bones.

“Times have turned against us, my friend,” he said.

"It's not enough. A real Norton must also be respectful and reserved when facing us. Otherwise, you can only watch us become the gods of the new world." Zeus' voice rumbled, and this sound wave dispelled the majesty that was pressing on the rest of the next generation. They rose into the air one after another, roaring angrily.

But the space around one of the second-generation species split open, and a snake-like thing poked out from it. Its mouth was as big as Samson's, and when it was fully opened, it could swallow a giant ship.

Fenrir's giant mouth closed, and the first generation was bitten to pieces, and then he disappeared into the Nibelungen Gate on the other side. The sounds of chewing and breaking bones were heard behind the door.

The elders all roared ferociously, angry and terrified.

Another Dragon King?
At this time, someone patted Lu Mingfei on the shoulder, and a familiar fragrance filled his nose.

"Leave this to us, you go and do your own thing." The girl said with a smile.

——Odin was already riding his horse across the red sea, and the giant beast Sleipnir was walking on the calm sea as if it were flat ground.

Pompey Gattuso, he was originally the king of ocean and water who had survived from ancient times to the present. In ancient times, he devoured his brother and became the absolute supreme of the water element on this planet. No matter where the Black Emperor placed his hatchery, it was Odin's home ground.

The sea was originally turbulent, and a huge black ship was looming behind the several-meter-high waves. The Yamal, serving as a sacrifice, was still moving unswervingly towards the eye of the sea that could awaken Nidhogg.

But all was calm when Odin, riding Sleipnir, stepped over the pool of thunder that was still pouring down from the sky.

It was as if a pair of invisible giant hands were ruthlessly wiping across the wrinkled parchment, and all the wrinkles were smoothed out.

When Star Maria devotes her blood, flesh, and spirit into it, the world will be pulled into the abyss again.

(End of this chapter)