From Naruto onwards, I've become a dreamer.

Chapter 317 The White King, the Dream Weaver Angelweid (Part 2)

"no no!"

Herzog was gripped by extreme terror; he could not bear to have his power stripped away once again.

"Who is it? Who is it?!" He roared to the sky, an invisible fear gripping His heart like a giant, unseen hand, slowly forcing out the air. A suffocating feeling enveloped Herzog, and He screamed incoherently, "Come out! Come out here!"

However, in the empty sky and clouds, it was clear that no one would respond to him.

Chaotic elements converged into turbulent currents in the sky, seemingly about to transform into a devastating energy wave. Under the solemn chanting of the White King Herzog, high-level incantations were easily unleashed.

But, the next second, the chaotic turbulence of elements disappeared.

The first power to disappear was the control over the elements in the world.

Herzog was terrified to find that he could no longer see the elements, nor could he control them. This meant that he had lost control of the world, could no longer change the weather with a thought, and could no longer easily destroy a city or island.

"No, I am the White King! I am Herzog! No one can take my authority away!"

Herzog suddenly folded its wings and swooped down vertically, cutting through the clouds like a sharp blade, creating layers of sonic booms.

He wanted to escape. Although he possessed that ferocious and terrifying dragon king form, he did not have a true dragon king's 'heart'.

From beginning to end, He was nothing more than a 'small man,' a rat hiding in the shadows of the sewers, and his nature never changed.

The airflow and the violent sonic boom stretched out a ring of air around Him.

Run! The farther the better!

Although it is not yet clear what caused His authority to fail.

But Herzog, driven by his cowardly and timid nature, chose to flee without hesitation, instead of acting like a true dragon king who would fight fire with fire in the face of any provocation!

Its greyish-white, skin-covered wings sliced ​​through the clouds like sharp blades, propelling it to speeds several times, even dozens of times, the speed of sound.

Rumble——!
The compressed air emitted a thunderous roar, as if a giant cannon had been fired.

A clear chasm was dragged across the sky, and a deafening tearing sound echoed through the clouds. Even the fastest weapon developed by mankind could not keep up with Herzog's speed.

He had no idea where he was going to flee to; he just wanted to get away from there.

But at that moment, Herzog's skin-covered wings disappeared as if they had degenerated, as if they had never existed.

"No! No! No!"

Herzog's eyes widened, and he let out a terrified scream.

How can a dragon that has lost its wings soar through the sky?

Immediately afterwards, Herzog lost its balance and was completely out of control, causing it to plummet like a meteor falling into the atmosphere at an incredible speed, leaving a trail of flames hundreds of meters long, and crashing directly into the center of the bustling city below with astonishing pressure and destructive power.

Boom! ! !

The bustling city was instantly engulfed by a massive cloud of dust that rose into the sky upon impact.

The earth-shattering explosion sent a mushroom cloud thousands of meters high into the air. The blasting gale, carrying shockwaves, destroyed everything in sight with devastating force. Skyscrapers were crushed in an instant, and countless fragments of stone and dust swept through like an out-of-control flood.

Despite the horrific fall, Herzog survived. He crawled out of the ruins in a disheveled state, his gray-white scales cracked and blood gushing out.

At that moment, the threat of death had never been so intense. Herzog roared and screamed in terror, "Who is it? Show yourself!"

In a city reduced to ruins, who can answer his question?
"Whoever you are, I am willing to share the power of the world with you!" Herzog retreated, or rather, he was afraid. He cried out in fear, "This world is vast, we can share it. If my information is correct, the four Dragon Kings have not yet awakened. You must need allies, right?"

scoff!

A gray-white dragon scale, as if forcibly torn off, fell to the ground.

Herzog's pupils contracted sharply. The gray-white dragon scales on his body, which was filled with the power of the Dragon King, were peeling off piece by piece, like autumn leaves, and soon covered the ground beneath him. The excruciating pain of having his scales forcibly torn off made him let out a shrill scream.

"Ouch, it hurts! It hurts so much! It hurts so much!"

Herzog tried to stop the dragon scales from falling off, but it was all in vain. Soon, all of His gray-white dragon scales were stripped away.

The bright red, bleeding muscles and the strong, muscular tendons were clearly visible after the dragon scales were peeled off. Following the removal of the scales, the steel-like muscles and tendons seemed to dissolve and disappear slowly, as if splashed with concentrated sulfuric acid.

But that was definitely not 'concentrated sulfuric acid'. With the strength and hardness of the Dragon King's muscles, it would be impossible for it to be dissolved even if it were soaked in magma. But the fact that was happening before her eyes left Herzog completely baffled as to why and who was behind it all!
pain!It hurts so much!
How could such a painful process exist in the world?
He had to endure the pain of every inch of his flesh being dissolved, until he could barely cry out anymore.

"No, I was wrong, please, don't take Him away!"

Herzog, like a clown, knelt humbly on the ground, kowtowing repeatedly, begging the unknown being not to take away His hope: "I don't want the world anymore, I'm willing to be your slave, just please don't take Him away!"

But unfortunately, His punishment is far from over!

After the muscles and tendons were dissolved, Herzog's next punishment was to pull out the tendons and bones.

"Ahhhh!!!"

The Dragon King's hideous dark golden bones were pulled out one by one.

Herzog groaned weakly. He could feel the power of the Dragon King; the power he had painstakingly seized had completely vanished.

He was no longer the White King. That feeling of overflowing power, the authority to destroy the world in an instant, and even the desire to ascend the throne of the world all seemed like a laughable dream.

"No, I am the White King, I am Herzog!" Herzog's pupils lost focus. He had transformed from the great White King back into that weak, cowardly, timid, and despicable old man. Everything before seemed like an illusion, and the pain of losing everything deeply eroded his heart.

"Do you like the ending I've woven for you, Dr. Jung von Herzog?"

Suddenly, a familiar voice rang out.

In despair, Herzog looked up and saw a person slowly walking towards him. The person had short, curly golden hair, wore a pure white robe, and had pale golden eyes as pure and clear as a baby's, with a gentle and warm smile. It was someone he knew very well.

"It's you? Adam Angelweid!"

Herzog stared in horror, as if he could not believe what he was seeing.

"The feeling of being promoted to White King must be pretty good."

Adam smiled faintly, his eyes rippling, and said in a gentlemanly manner, "You should thank me for letting you experience the power of the White King before you die."

"It's you! It's you! It's actually you!"

Herzog screamed, his face filled with terror.

"It's a beautiful dream I wove just for you."

Adam gradually approached, his hair lost its gold color and turned black, and his face also changed, transforming from a young man into a teenager.

Despite his still somewhat immature face, he exuded an incongruous aura of power, as if he were a god who ruled over all things. His indifferent and cold demeanor caused Herzog's heart to stop, and he was enveloped in suffocating fear. Terrifying screams and roars seemed to be tormenting and twisting his soul in his mind!

"Ahhh"

Herzog collapsed to his knees, clutching his head and screaming in agony.

Countless mysterious and three-dimensional intricate patterns extended from the void into his flesh and blood, seemingly trying to completely distort his body.

At that moment, Herzog awoke from his collapsing dream.

He stared in horror at his body entwined with snow-white mycelium, and at the sacred remains that were constantly draining his blood from his body. Finally, his mind completely collapsed, and he let out a sharp scream.

"Who are you?!"

"Who the hell are you?!"

Tell me! Tell me!

Herzog's voice grew fainter and fainter until it was completely swallowed up by the holy remains, turning into a skeleton.

After extracting Herzog's bloodline power, the Holy Relic finally completed its punishment. Although it had no purifying effect and still contained the White King's will, Adam was not afraid of that remaining will at all, and he let the Holy Relic's blood flow into his body.

"I am Uchiha Munetsuki!"

Deep within the ocean of his subconscious, Uchiha Munezuki raised his arms proudly and drank the potion that contained the 'Dream Weaver,' transforming into a mythical creature in the form of a gray-white dragon. He uttered a divine declaration: "Dragon of the Mind, Dream Weaver, White King—Angelvid!"

(End of this chapter)