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Chapter 405 Zarathustra, save me!
The Alchemy Matrix: Sin and Punishment!
The entire temple was suddenly filled with a terrifying aura, and the air was as hard to breathe as gel.

The seven swords embedded in Pompeii's body continuously drew upon his dragon blood. The golden patterns engraved on the swords grew increasingly hot, and the awakened power flowed into the ground, gradually converging along with the flowing blood into a perfect circle, filled with countless complex and profound dragon runes.

Those were swords and blades that Norton forged with his life's blood and soul, for the purpose of slaughtering his own kind; they were the pinnacle of alchemy!
has it ended?

At least, that's what Nono and Xia Mi think.

Once locked in the domain of the 'Seven Deadly Sins,' unless the strength of the one being judged is far greater than that of the judge, there is absolutely no way to break free!

All that awaited Pompeii was the cruelest punishment!
Perhaps, His wings will be torn apart, every bone broken, and He will be thrown into the icy Arctic currents, enduring near-eternal pain in endless cold and darkness.

Just like the outcome of the White King's rebellion ten thousand years ago.

Ultimately, it was engraved on a bronze pillar until the soul was completely obliterated and vanished from the world.

Xia Mi sighed softly, seemingly unwilling to witness what was about to happen, and slowly closed her eyes.

Odin is not the only one who deserves punishment.

He, Jormungandr, the King of the Earth and Mountains, is also a shameful traitor in the eyes of Nidhogg.

However, He did not reject this ending, as it was much better than dying at Odin's hands.

The realm of sin and punishment tormented Pompeii with excruciating pain, tearing at his heart and bones. His flesh was being torn apart bit by bit, his bones were being slowly crushed, his strength was gradually draining away, and his soul was falling into an endless abyss, where there was only darkness and cold, only eternal loneliness!
"Your hands are stained with too much of the blood of your own kind, Odin."

Lu Mingfei gripped the largest sword, braced himself with both hands, lowered his head, and met Pompey's resentful gaze: "Ten thousand years ago, you personally turned my most trusted White King against me, dragging me down from the throne. Today, I will grant you 'death'!"

"Cough cough. Death? Hahaha!"

Even though he was pinned to the alchemical matrix by seven swords, Pompeii showed no remorse. Instead, he continued to laugh arrogantly: "You're wrong. You're no longer the Nidhogg you once were. You're just an empty shell now. You can't kill me!"

Faced with His mad provocation, Lu Mingfei calmed down instead, his gaze toward Pompeii devoid of joy or sorrow, indifferent and cold.

"No, you will die, I said it!"

His voice was soft, yet carried an air of authority, like an imperial edict.

The complete alchemical matrix was lit up one by one, in a sequence that seemed to follow the Big Dipper. Whenever a star shone, a corresponding sword was ignited by the dark flames!

Tian Shu, Tian Xuan, Tian Ji, Tian Quan, Yu Heng, Kai Yang, Yao Guang!
When all seven stars were lit up, a huge tree with lush branches and leaves suddenly appeared on the ground.

The inscriptions on the swords were filled with flames, and the 'Seven Deadly Sins' in their fully unleashed state suddenly burst forth with a strong and powerful heartbeat.

"Ahhhh——!"

The seven blazing swords made Pompeii experience what it meant to be worse than dead!
"You should be familiar with the Word of Power that destroyed Pompeii overnight, right?" Lu Mingfei's voice was cold, and his body was also engulfed in black flames. The extreme heat distorted the atmosphere, and the nearby rocks were directly melted, flowing slowly like magma.

Upon hearing this, Pompeii's pupils suddenly contracted, and he finally revealed an expression of fear.

"You're insane!"

He was both shocked and furious. In his horror, he roared hoarsely, "In your current state, if you use this incantation, you will die too!"

"so what?"

Lu Mingfei's eyes remained cold.

But Pompeii saw a hint of a death wish deep in his cold eyes.

In fact, from the moment Lu Mingze died, he was already completely dead. Both his heart and soul sank into the abyss along with the little devil.

Since that's the case, I might as well use this life to end this tragic era once and for all.

"No, you can't do that!"

Pompeii began to struggle desperately, trying to get rid of the swords pinning him to his body.

However, as Xia Mi said, once someone is judged by the Seven Deadly Sins, they will never be able to escape this 'cage' before the trial is over!

"Everything will come to an end!"

Lu Mingfei looked up at the sky, then turned to the side and said, "Senior Nuonuo, Senior Xia Mi, I'm entrusting you with the future."

The next moment, as if God had poured down a purifying flame, the alchemical matrix was suddenly enveloped in intense light.

"Word of Power - Taihao!"

"Do not!!!"

Pompeii's face was contorted with rage; at that moment, he truly felt the breath of death.

It was so intense, as if an invisible rope was strangling his neck, a suffocating chill engulfing his entire body, and endless fear like insects gnawing at his sanity.

Pompeii screamed in terror, "Zarathustra—help me!!!"

Suddenly, a figure, like a ghost, draped in a tattered yellow robe, appeared in the temple.

"Don't think about it!"

Lu Mingfei's pupils contracted; he had felt a bone-chilling cold from the moment that figure appeared.

Immediately, he disregarded everything and decided to release the power of words.

Even if it means mutual destruction, at least it can stop the summoning ritual!

But at that moment, a emaciated figure wearing a tattered yellow robe suddenly traversed dozens of meters and blocked Lu Mingfei's path.

A withered hand, almost nothing but skin, emerged directly from the tattered yellow robe, its five fingers spread wide like lightning, and gripped Lu Mingfei's throat!

The turbulent flow of elements that had been gathered together suddenly seemed to lose its command and scattered with a roar.

The power of words was interrupted?!
Lu Mingfei's expression changed drastically, and he was horrified.

But in a flash, a fierce glint appeared in his eyes, and he swung his saber sharply, slashing diagonally at the man in yellow.

when!
The heavy broadsword was easily blocked by the man in yellow with a simple wave of his hand.

Then, the man in yellow threw Lu Mingfei, sending him flying and crashing hard into the rock wall of the Pantheon.

"help me!"

Pompeii, nailed to the ground by the seven deadly sins, could only plead with the man in yellow before him: "Save me, Zarathustra!"

"This is different from what you promised me."

Zarathustra was not in a hurry to save him; on the contrary, he seemed somewhat dissatisfied.

"Cough cough, I made a mistake." Pompeii was still suffering from the torment of the Seven Deadly Sins. His facial muscles were contorted, his eyes were red with pain, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Help me, Zarathustra. You should know that only I can complete the ritual. If I die, you will not be able to succeed either!"

"This is the last time, Pompeii."

Zarathustra's tone was chilling. His yellow robe fluttered without wind, and sticky tentacles emerged from the hem. The eerie patterns engraved on it contained a suffocating twistedness and madness.

A slippery tentacle brushed across his face, and Pompeii felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar. Deep fear filled his eyes, and he hurriedly promised, "Yes, I promise, this is the last time!"

"Hmph. I hope so."

Seeing that the time was right, Zarathustra used his tentacles to pull out all seven swords stuck in his body.

"what!"

The seven deadly sins, in their fully liberated state, were forcibly pulled from the body, a pain no less than having flesh and bones cut off! Even Pompeii couldn't help but let out a shrill scream.

"Lu Mingfei! Lu Mingfei! Lu Mingfei!"

In his agony, Pompeii stared intently at Lu Mingfei with venomous eyes, letting out a roar that sounded inhuman from deep within his throat.

His resentment stemmed not only from being executed by the seven deadly sins, but also from missing the 'ritual time'!
The pointer stopped exactly at 00:01. The position of the black star in the sky had shifted, which meant that the summoning ritual had completely failed!

“Damn it!!!”

Pompeii vented his anger, pounding the ground with his fists, his eyes bloodshot and ferocious.

He had planned for so long, but in the end, it all came to nothing, and the person who stopped him was actually 'Lu Mingfei'!
Looking at Pompeii, whose anger was almost out of control, Zarathustra remained calm and said indifferently, "Since the ritual has failed, there is no need to stay. Let's go."

"Lu Mingfei, you just wait and see!"

Pompeii, true to his reputation as a schemer, quickly composed himself and glared menacingly at Lu Mingfei: "The next time we meet will be when I completely replace you!"

Having struggled out of the ruins, Lu Mingfei seemed to have exhausted all his strength and was slowly returning to human form.

Watching Pompeii leave with Zarathustra, he gritted his teeth and, with his last bit of strength, grabbed the 'Lust' at hand. His dim, golden eyes, which seemed ready to be extinguished at any moment, locked onto Pompeii's figure, fixing him in his sight.

I took a deep breath, my lungs expanded to their limit, and my heart pumped blood to my limbs.

He mustered his last strength, staggered to his feet from the ruins, gripped the 'Lust' in his hand, and then swung it violently out.

"This is the final blow, please, it has to succeed!"

boom--! ! !
Like a thunderbolt, the air currents surged and exploded in an instant!

The thrown 'Lust' was like a shooting star, carrying intense killing intent, wrapped in blazing pure white holy light, and in an instant transcended time and space.

Word of Power: Divine Judgment!
Once the target is locked, it will inevitably hit!
A powerful sense of crisis gripped his heart. Before Pompeii could react, his awakened lust pierced his chest, causing copious amounts of blood to gush out.

At the same time, the 'tearing' field that comes with lust directly shattered his heart.

"what--!"

Pompeii never expected that the harsh words he uttered before leaving would almost cost him his life.

Zaratu frowned slightly, turned to look at Lu Mingfei, and thought to himself: This kid really knows how to stir up trouble.

However, Pompeii cannot die now. He immediately raised his hand and enveloped Pompeii in a faint light. Then, the two of them vanished into thin air like bubbles.

"Damn it"

Lu Mingfei was filled with resentment, but the power was fading, and he was completely powerless to pursue.

Just a little bit more, just a tiny bit more!

Then, everything went black before his eyes, and the accumulated pain surged up all at once, causing him to faint from the pain.

"Lu Mingfei!"

"Lu Mingfei!"

"elder brother!"

Before he was completely plunged into darkness, he seemed to hear a familiar voice.

But he's so tired. Let him rest for a bit.

Darkness completely swallowed his consciousness, plunging him into an endless void, where he lost all feeling.

Zarathustra looked at Pompeii and said calmly, "What do you plan to do next?"

Pompeii forcefully pulled out the 'Lust' piercing his heart, and blood gushed out like a fountain. His face contorted with pain, and he growled menacingly, "When will the next summoning take place?"

"Ok?"

Zarathustra gave him a 'surprised' look and said, feigning surprise, "In your current state, I don't think you can succeed."

"Heh, this level of injury won't kill me!"

Pompey sneered, staring at the lustful object in his hand, his eyes growing increasingly sinister: "I didn't expect Lu Mingfei to be the Black King."

"so what?"

Zarathustra lowered his eyes, a ripple of emotion flickering within them.

Unbeknownst to Pompeii, a thought, deeply rooted in the island of his mind, suddenly began to multiply and take over his brain.

However, in Pompeii's own view, it was more like a 'flash of inspiration'.

"It's okay, he's not complete yet!"

Pompeii weighed the lustful object in his hand and grinned, "I need your help, Zarathustra."

“You should know very well that while we are closer to the ‘King in Yellow,’ we are also subject to certain limitations.” Zarathustra stated the reason he had already prepared, and said calmly, “If you are asking me to take action, then you may be disappointed.”

"Is it that Twilight Hermit Society again?"

Pompeii frowned; he had heard from Zarathustra that this organization had always been at odds with them.

The reason why Zarathustra and the others could not move freely was because they were restricted by the 'Twilight Hermits'. It is said that there is a mysterious being secretly blocking the hermits' attempt to summon the Yellow King!
However, those people also seemed to be subject to some kind of restriction, unable to move freely in the human world, which led to Zarathustra's plan to find him as a representative to complete the summoning ritual.

"good."

Zarathustra nodded calmly and said, "Last time, I already attracted their attention, so I have to be careful."

"It's alright, I don't need your help."

Pompeii's eyes gleamed with intense longing and greed as he said in a deep voice, "I need you to help me find the whereabouts of the 'King of the Sea and Water'!"

He came up with a way to defeat the now crippled Black King!
That is, to devour the dragon bones of their own kind and usurp the authority that rightfully belongs to them!
"How about it?"

Pompeii looked at Zarathustra.

After a brief silence of half a second, Zarathustra slowly spoke: "Yes, that's easy."

As Pompeii descended into madness, a strange, enigmatic smile appeared on his bearded face beneath his hood.

Great, the plan is going smoothly.

Pompeii has taken the bait; now they're just waiting for the right opportunity!

"Oh right, I almost forgot something important."

Zarathustra pulled a vial of potion from his sleeve and handed it over: "This is a Sequence 4 potion, the Calamity High Priest!"

"Now?"

Pompeii was somewhat surprised, but the instinctive temptation made him subconsciously take the bottle of potion.

"Not now, drink it when you have devoured the 'King of the Ocean and Water'."

Zarathustra smiled slightly and said, "At that time, you will truly transcend your mortal form and have one foot in the [Realm of Gods]!"

(End of this chapter)