From Naruto onwards, I've become a dreamer.

Chapter 414 The mantis stalks the cicada, but the oriole follows behind
An extremely violent power flowed from the girl's shattered heart to the boy who was howling in pain.

The dragon blood forcibly injected into his body activated Chu Zihang's dormant heart, causing it to burst forth with astonishing vitality, like a super piston with twelve cylinders!

With each pump of that heart, a large amount of fresh blood is purified and then injected into every capillary in the body.

His blood, which was originally contaminated with impurities, was completely replaced, helping him successfully cross the 'forbidden zone' that no one had touched for thousands of years, and completely transforming him from a human into a dragon!
Click! Click! Click!

Amidst a series of cracking and popping sounds, Chu Zihang is repeatedly experiencing the cycle of destruction and rebirth!

From muscle fibers to bones, tendons, and internal organs, although the external appearance still maintains a human form, the internal structure has undergone earth-shattering changes!
With thousands of bones far exceeding those of humans, it forms the most powerful body, wrapped in tough muscle fiber bundles, enough to withstand greater bursts of power and resist impact!
Then, layers of jet-black scales snapped together, like a tailor-made suit of armor, ferocious and terrifying!
When the giant membrane wings unfold, the torrential rain is swept up by the air currents and flows against the current into the sky.

At this moment, Chu Zihang, who had finally completed his 'rebirth', was deformed and ferocious. His streamlined, jet-black body exuded an elegant yet tyrannical aura. His wings were spread behind him, and his golden eyes, like an undying star, were clearly visible in the rainstorm, emitting a radiance that made people dare not look directly at him.

Although it still retains the appearance of a 'human,' it is incredibly close to the legendary 'dragon'!

The downpour did not fall on the girl, as it was all blocked by a membrane-covered black wing.

Chu Zihang lowered his head and looked at the seemingly sleeping girl.

Those long-forgotten memories, like birds returning to their nests, all surged into my mind.

The girl with the high ponytail, wearing high heels and boots, dancing and cheering for him by the basketball court; the girl in the white dress, with a bright and radiant smile, who watched movies with him; the old house he visited countless times, with a large sycamore tree growing in front of it; the girl practicing yoga on the yoga mat behind him.
Those blurry faces gradually became clear.

Yes, he remembered everything; the girl was Xia Mi.

They had known each other for a long time; they were childhood sweethearts and had spent their youth together.

But that girl ultimately died in his arms.

Her long, flowing black hair cascaded down, and on the girl's pale face, a final, serene smile graced her lips as she closed her eyes forever.

Chu Zihang crouched down, carefully reached out and wiped the rain from the girl's face, tidied her messy hair, looked at her affectionately, and whispered, "Wait for me, Xia Mi."

He picked Xia Mi up and placed her in a safe spot before slowly walking away.

Every muscle fiber of the unfolded black wings was taut with power.

Its claw-like feet gripped the rocks on the ground, its body stretched out in a graceful arc, its bones and muscles compressed inch by inch, revealing a perfect outline of power.

boom!
The hard ground instantly turned to dust, and with a piercing roar, a dark figure vanished abruptly.

Suddenly, the sky exploded, and a surging wave of air, like a tsunami, rushed in.

Pompeii felt a sudden prickling sensation, an extreme sense of danger ringing in its brain, and it controlled the rapidly spinning hurricane to create a barrier around itself.

However, the barrier only lasted for less than half a second before it was forcefully torn apart by the newcomer!

The dark, ferocious figure resembled a raging dragon, its wings billowing in the wind, surrounded by a terrifying aura!

The intense ionization and magnetization effects broke down the dust particles in the atmosphere, and the metal that gathered there, like a viscous liquid, swirled around its body at high speed.

In the constant collisions, the metal friction generates heat, which then leads to combustion. The pure high temperature field is enough to crush any intruder!
That is the ultimate flame, the Word of Power: Monarch's Flame!
The high-temperature field that melts metal, forcibly neutralizing it, is like erasing the barrier formed by the hurricane!
scoff!

A pair of jet-black claws covered in scales suddenly tore apart the last remaining barrier!

"Hey, Odin!"

Pompeii turned his head and saw an incredibly ferocious face, with tyrannical golden eyes burning with flames of rage.

The domain explodes!
The blazing black flames seemed to be pouring out all their pent-up anger.

The void distorted into a bizarre scene as the temperature suddenly soared, and large swathes of ground seemed to melt like lava. In the black-haired boy's mind, scenes of parting flashed by, finally settling on that pale and serene face.

The claws clenched together like human fingers, as if trying to squeeze and crush all the surrounding air into their palms.

As his muscles stretched and his bones relaxed, a sound like a bowstring snapping was produced, carrying with it molten iron slag, guilt towards the girl, longing for his father, and disdain for death. At this moment, only one thought remained in the boy's mind: to throw this punch, a strike with all his might!
Arcs of electricity tear through the atmosphere, dancing with the storm; molten iron slag roars against the gale-force winds.

But the next second, all the power of heaven and earth returned to his body, and Chu Zihang clenched Jun Yan's domain into his fist.

"It's over—Odin!!!"

The fist strikes like a meteor piercing the sky!
Pompeii's pupils contracted slightly, but a strangely eerie smile played on his lips.

Then, he was struck directly by Chu Zihang's all-out attack!

boom--!
The moment they made contact, electric arcs and flames entered their bodies.

Pompeii was horrified. He had no idea what was happening. He felt a moment of mental confusion, and then, inexplicably, he was punched.

In the middle of it, it was as if he lost consciousness and had no recollection of what had happened!

"Chu Chu Zihang!"

Pompeii glared at that face, filled with regret for not killing the man first.

But it's too late!
After a brief breath, Chu Zihang clenched his fist again, and intense light burned fiercely between his five fingers, as if he were holding the sun in his palm.

In an instant, an unprecedented light burst forth, dispelling the curtain of night.

Like a blazing sun, the fist, carrying a storm and molten metal, swept up the surging elements between heaven and earth, and was unleashed once again without reservation!

"Ahhhh——!"

The raging flames, like a furnace, completely engulfed Pompeii.

The next moment, blinding light tore through the dark clouds in the sky, and a huge mushroom cloud, visible to the naked eye, rose directly into the air!

Boom! ! !
The massive tremor seemed to overturn the entire lakeside, sending dust and shockwaves soaring into the sky!
A terrifying heatwave, carrying flames of thousands of degrees, surged and churned like a raging tsunami, engulfing an area of ​​hundreds of meters in radius.

Amidst the deafening roar, the area within sight was filled with the destructive domain of 'Monarch Flame,' and the extreme heat was destroying all matter!
When the dust settled, Chu Zihang lay dead in the sinkhole, which was tens of meters in diameter and nearly fifteen meters deep, his scales shattered.

The entire sinkhole exhibits crystallization after being scorched by high temperatures, with molten iron slag and lava everywhere. Pompeii, located at the epicenter of the explosion, fared no better.

Even a demigod would find it difficult to withstand such a large-scale explosion head-on.

Moreover, mythical creature forms have significant 'side effects'!
"Ahhh"

The intense pain in his soul prevented Pompeii from maintaining his 'mythical creature form'.

Not only that, He could clearly feel that His will was being devoured by some invisible entity!
But at this crucial moment, Lu Mingfei, who had anticipated Chu Zihang's choice, completely avoided the damage from the explosion and stood unharmed in front of Him.

"Leave the rest to me, senior brother."

Lu Mingfei stepped forward and stood before Pompeii, his eyes cold and resolute: "Pompeii, you're dead!"

"No, that's not good!"

Pompeii clutched his head, the excruciating pain and his fading consciousness leaving him utterly weak. No, he had to retreat!
In the current situation, fighting Nidhogg head-on would be tantamount to suicide!
Pompeii made a quick judgment and turned around without hesitation, riding the gale and lightning, trying to escape into the Nibelungen.

Once they can enter Nibelungen, even the Black King Nidhogg will be unable to capture Him!

Pompeii thought to himself, the plan is perfect.

But can Lu Mingfei really do as he wishes?

Ripples spread through the space, but just as Pompeii was within reach, Lu Mingfei grabbed his arm, his eyes icy cold: "I knew you would run away!"

"Senior brother, Xia Mi... So many people sacrificed themselves, how could we let you get away?!"

His golden eyes blazed blindingly as the boy delivered a perfectly unchanged punch.

boom!
The void seemed to transform into a lake, with air currents rippling like water, making a splashing sound.

Pompeii felt dizzy and disoriented. He raised his arm to try to defend himself, but in an instant, a tremendous force struck him, shattering his arm and sternum. His chest cavity collapsed from the blow.

Then, it flew backward like a cannonball, dragging a sonic boom, and crashed directly into the edge of the sinkhole, raising a cloud of dust and sand.

Lu Mingfei stomped his foot on the ground again, and amidst a thunderous explosion, his figure moved with lightning speed, covering dozens of meters in the blink of an eye, pouncing towards Pompeii like a tiger.

"Wait"

Before he could utter a single word, Pompeii was met with a barrage of punches, like a violent storm.

In an instant, the air currents surged and exploded, filling the sky with fierce fist shadows. The fierce gale blew away the surrounding air currents, leaving only one heavy blow after another.

Even though Pompeii was incredibly resilient, he couldn't withstand Lu Mingfei's relentless, iron-like hammer blows, and was instantly reduced to a bloody mess.

Rumble.
Dust and smoke billowed from all directions, and the massive tremors caused the sinkhole to collapse once again.

In the ruins, Pompeii's arms were broken, blood was gushing out, and he was paralyzed in the mud. He had been punched countless times and was almost unrecognizable as a human.

"Huchi. Huchi"

Lu Mingfei was panting heavily, his eyes bloodshot as he stared at Pompeii.

Even so, he was still furious and wished he could tear the flesh of the beast alive and crush its bones!
"That's enough, brother."

Lu Mingze said softly.

It wasn't out of pity for 'Pompeii,' but rather because he didn't want to see his brother fall into the path of slaughter because of it!
"Chacharatu, help me—!"

Pompeii, on the verge of death, cried out for help once more.

"Don't think about it!"

Lu Mingfei's expression changed drastically. He had learned this lesson the hard way before, how could he possibly suffer the same fate again?
Immediately, he clenched his fist and smashed it into Pompeii's head with almost extreme speed.

But the same ending appeared before him again.

An old man in a yellow robe appeared without warning and easily blocked his fist with a single finger.

Damn it!

Lu Mingfei's forehead veins bulged, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't move forward even half a step.

Immediately afterwards, Zaratu grabbed Lu Mingfei's wrist and flung him aside, slamming him heavily onto the other side of the sinkhole.

After doing all this, he turned to look at Pompeii, who was half-dead on the ground, and pursed his lips: "Pompeii, you really disappoint me. I gave you such great power, but in the end you were defeated by a few children?"

"Help me, Zarathustra!"

Although Pompeii felt ashamed, his life was the most important thing, so he had no choice but to swallow his pride and beg, "You cannot lose me. I am the Holy Son, and only I can hear the voice of the Lord!"

“Of course, you are the Holy Son, I should save you.”

Zarathustra stroked his beard and said with a faint smile, "However, your repeated failures have already disappointed the 'Lord'."

"What do you mean?"

Pompeii was horrified, but he vaguely sensed something unusual in Zarathustra's tone.

"Means nothing."

Zarathustra pulled a crystal bottle from his pocket, filled with a deep blue liquid, and smiled, "You have to prove to 'the Lord' that you still have value."

"What's this?"

Although Pompeii guessed it, he still dared not say it aloud.

"Sequence 3: Neptune!"

Zarathustra smiled and said, "Drink it, and you will advance to Sequence Three."

"No, no!" Pompeii suppressed his desire, a hint of fear flashing in his eyes. He exclaimed in horror, "I can feel my consciousness being devoured by something. If I drink this, I will disappear completely. I can't drink it!"

"Isn't power always accompanied by risk?"

Zarathustra tilted his head, looking at Pompeii with a meaningful expression, and said calmly, "From the moment you drank the first potion, there was no turning back. You only had two options: either drink it or I'll force it into your mouth."

"Zarathustra, I am the Holy Son!"

Pompeii finally realized that the old man before him was not a kind person at all!
But the power of the potion conceals a danger he has never discovered!

"Yes, Holy Son~"

Zarathustra crouched down and snapped his fingers: "Then let me personally administer the 'potion' to you."

"no, do not want!"

Pompeii didn't want to open his mouth, but he couldn't control his body, and his mouth opened anyway. His pupils shrank, filled with horror and fear: "What did you do to me?!"

"It's nothing, just a small measure."

Zarathustra laughed and stuffed the entire crystal bottle into Pompeii's mouth.

Well, with the dragon's digestive system, a mere crystal bottle is naturally no problem for them.

"Zarathustra—!!!"

Pompeii's pupils dilated; he could clearly feel the potion absorbing into his body.

(End of this chapter)