Dragon Clan: Thought So Far.

The realm woven with the thread of fate by the resurrected Black King, covering the icy sea and still spreading to the entire planet, was torn apart by some equally ancient power.

That was not the elemental riot caused by the awakening of the Black King, but some kind of precise and grand reconstruction of the rules - as if an invisible hand was embroidering on the Arctic sky, using the aurora as gold thread and the thunderstorm as silver needles, stitch by stitch, to embroider a picture scroll spanning the three world lines that were providing Nidhogg with a steady stream of power.

Lu Mingfei stared blankly at Eri's silhouette hovering in the clouds.

The girl's winter clothes had long since turned to ashes when the dragon's blood boiled. Now her body was wrapped in scales paler than the new snow. Under the translucent stratum corneum, her blue blood vessels, like a group of snakes, were flowing with blood as bright as the Milky Way.

She lowered her head and looked down at the Black King, her eyes cold, like the white porcelain Guanyin enshrined behind incense in an ancient Buddhist shrine; when she looked at Lu Mingfei, those indifferent eyes suddenly became bright.

Among three Lu Mingfeis with the same aura and energy, the girl still found the man who belonged to her accurately.

But Lu Mingfei heard that the breathing of his two companions beside him was disordered.

Their hearts beat in their chests, making a hollow sound, but their vision was blurry and bloody tears overflowed from the corners of their eyes.

In the other two world lines, they failed to save Eri.

If Norton had not chosen to use himself as a rock to block the river of fate from washing away Lu Mingfei's past, present and future, the ending would not have changed in this world line.

It was a miracle that she could survive to participate in the final battle, and it was also the best gift God had given to Lu Mingfei.

Not just the Lu Mingfei in this world, but every Lu Mingfei.

In fact, he had known for a long time that after a failed rebellion, the White King would definitely hide the secret of his return in a corner of this world in a more covert way.

Lu Mingfei, No. 2, who looked as ferocious as a monster, laughed like sandpaper friction from the depths of his vocal cords. He laughed until he started crying, covering his face with his hands, and golden-red tears seeped out from between his fingers.

And the No. 1 Lu Mingfei, who was as sacred as a cross, quietly looked up at the warm face that in his memory seemed like a withered piece of dry paper just a moment ago. His golden eyes dimmed, as if he was facing the abyss, as if he had been pardoned.

At this time, the Black King, who had become more mature by absorbing the flesh and blood and power of the three Odins, suddenly let out a deep sigh.

He actually let out a human-like sigh, and the coral-like organs on his back suddenly turned around and spread out in all directions. The sensors that were supposed to track the enemy now collectively lost focus, as if they were night vision goggles that were suddenly thrown into strong light.

The boiling battlefield on the sea stopped. The heroic spirits that were thrown from the Night Food Field into the ice sea to fight with the dragon blood subspecies all became like puppets with broken clockwork. The hideous monsters also stopped roaring. They raised their heads at the same time, and the pale eyeballs with burning golden pupils reflected the beams of light pouring down from the sky. Three beams of light enveloped the phantom of the huge white dragon behind Lu Mingfei, Eri and Wa Nu, and the throne of thorns that covered the sky and the sun appeared between the beams of light.

The throne was empty, but it exuded a desolate majesty.

In the depths of the light column, Eri opened her arms, and white threads spread from her fingertips. She had already obtained the fetal blood of the White King but it had not been fully hatched. At this time, the white threads densely hung down into the icy sea, and their ends were immediately dyed red, and then the red color went all the way up like a plastic tube for drawing blood.

The phantom of a white dragon floating behind Lu Mingfei was beginning to materialize from the coccyx, the pale bones growing section by section like 3D printing, and then flesh and blood grew wildly like grass in early spring, completely covering the surface of the bones in the scorching light, including the nervous system, muscle fibers, hard crown and scales that opened and closed like blades.

Only Lord Wa could move freely. She strolled in the sky, as if she was strolling in the Lei Ze of Beidi many years ago. With every step she took, a mandala made of ice crystals would bloom under her feet.

A series of ice flowers bloomed, and the black hair turned into wine red from the ends upwards.

The Black King suddenly let out a roar that could be heard throughout Siberia, and for the first time, an emotion different from indifference appeared in those sedan-sized golden eyes.

Not fear, but anger.

"Holy Father, Holy Son, and Holy Spirit." Number One Lu Mingfei lowered the blade of Tianyu Yuzhan's sword. He raised his head as if witnessing a miracle.

"Who is speaking, me? Or the little devil?" Lu Mingfei asked.

"It's me, brother." Number One Lu Mingfei smiled.

Lu Mingfei nodded, "I thought that we and the Black King were a trinity, because we were so familiar with the rules of this world, as if we were the masters of the world." He said. "Now you know the truth." Lu Mingfei No. 1 sighed, "I really envy me in this world, all the pain and suffering I have suffered for so many years have come to an end..."

“So being alive is torture…” Lu Mingfei asked softly.

"Yes, it hurts so much, it hurts so much that I can break steel between my teeth, it hurts so much that I want to burn the whole world." said No. 1 Lu Mingfei.

"It would be more accurate to say the Virgin Mary, the Saint Daughter, and the Holy Spirit." Number Two Lu Mingfei's voice was hoarse, he was still crying, but the great sorrow had gone away, replaced by absolute calmness and indifference, as well as a subtle scrutiny of Lu Mingfei.

Another demon that temporarily occupies the host's body.

"Now we finally know. The war failed to end her. Instead, it caused her to split herself. One third of her turned into a virgin and drifted to China, becoming the ancestor of the mixed-race people. One third of her turned into a holy spirit and parasitized in Izanagi's body, and then entered your body through a blood transfusion ceremony. The last holy child is Eri. She is the most outstanding descendant of the White King in all these years and is essentially the continuation of the White King's will." Number two Lu Mingfei said.

Lu Mingfei did not respond.

He didn't know who his girl was now, he just felt like his heart was about to break apart with pain.

But Eri, whose figure was blurred in the beam of light, suddenly looked at him. The girl's lips did not move, but he clearly heard that ethereal and beautiful voice. She was saying:
"Sakura is the best."

The three beams of light revolved around like a DNA chain, and when they completely merged into one, their fate was fractured.

Once upon a time, the Black King ruled the world with destiny, but his priests were originally gods who walked out of destiny.

The Black King's breath froze in the air. The violent elemental tides that were enough to evaporate the aircraft carrier battle group were like a video with the pause button pressed. The red mist leaping on the water also paused, and ice crystals condensed bit by bit between each drop of water...

A moment later the world started moving again.

Eri disappeared.

The goddess Wa disappeared.

The huge white dragon also disappeared.

In her place appeared a white humanoid figure nearly three meters tall. She had the same delicate face as Eri, but with two horns like a white deer growing on her head.

The golden crown on her head gradually changed from illusion to reality, the mist on the surface of her body seemed to be burning, and a scarlet tasseled skirt was draped from top to bottom.

The majestic and condescending goddess had her eyelids drooped, but now she opened her eyes. Her golden pupils were neither dazzling nor brilliant, but rather like a candlelight guiding the way forward in the wilderness.

Then she spread her slender wings behind her, and lightning, flames, and all the manifestations of the riot of the elements all cycled on the pair of wings covered with white feathers.

The coldness of the god of death shone from those golden eyes that were still ignorant just a moment ago.

The Black King's reaction was so fast that it exceeded the physical limit. Its huge mouth suddenly split into six petals, revealing the layers of tooth-like structures inside. Each of the spirally arranged sharp teeth vibrated at a high frequency, and the sound waves emitted made even Lu Mingfei's heart rate unbalanced.

But the White King simply raised her left hand slightly, and all the sonic attacks hit the invisible mirror half a meter in front of her palm and were reflected towards the distant sky.

She recited the Word of Spirit every day, but the realm of death was like a giant hand pressing down from space that suddenly shattered all the clouds. The White King silently stretched out his hands and made a pressing gesture.

The commands that cut back and forth in the domain tore a cross-shaped scar on the ice sheet surrounding the Black King. Those instructions that acted directly on the rules caused everything in the scar to be annihilated. The seawater that poured in evaporated immediately, and the scar was like a bottomless abyss, with ghostly whistling sounds of air flow coming from below.

Nidhogg's incubation has not yet been completed. Whoever is now in control of the White King's power realizes that now is the only chance to turn the tables. (End of this chapter)