Lu Mingfei Development Program

Chapter 576 The Day the World Was Destroyed
The sky had lost all its colors, leaving only a dead gray, like a huge shroud covering the earth. The sea had long stopped flowing, the dry seabed was exposed to the air, and the cracked mud was like countless open mouths, silently telling of despair.

The red magma was like a scar on the earth, winding through the broken surface. The cracks were bottomless, but there were no more flames jumping, no more hot energy surging. Even the flames were quietly extinguished in this dead silence.

This is the end of the world, the last scene Jörmungandr saw before his memory was shattered.

A huge, inky black monster stood in the center of the world of death, like a mountain rising from the depths of hell. Its body towered into the clouds, and its outline looked particularly hideous under the gray sky, like a monster pieced together from the torn night sky.

Those golden eyes, brighter than the cold sun, were like two burning furnaces, but the gaze was not warm. Instead, it was filled with substantial despair, which radiated like sunlight and dyed everything in its reach with the color of death.

He is walking despair, the end of everything in this world.

Lying deep in the broken earth, the once noble Queen of the Earth, Jörmungandr, is now just one of the billions of dead creatures on this land. The powerful vitality given to her by the dragon creator allows her to live a little longer than other creatures.

But this was of no use other than allowing her to see in full detail how their Creator destroyed them.

She was dying, like a leaf falling from a branch. Her kingdom had long since collapsed, her throne crumbled to dust, her people vanished into the depths of the cracks in the earth, merging with the ashes.

The world is dying, too, in a slow and irreversible way.

The sky lost its blue, leaving only a gray curtain; the ocean dried up, revealing cracked riverbeds; the fire was extinguished, and even the last spark disappeared in the cold air; the earth was about to sink into the dead magma, and that was when she would die completely.

This is probably what the only living being in the world wants to see. Because the only meaning of his life is to bring despair to the world, and then watch all the beings in the world struggle in despair, and then die.

A cold and desperate gaze noticed this corner, and there was a creature that was stubborn and unwilling to die.

Jörmungandr did not respond to His gaze. The loss of life made her lose the ability to speak. Her once strong limbs were now cold, and the dragon wings that could soar into the sky had merged with the dead magma.

She lost all ability to communicate with the outside world, and just stubbornly opened her eyes filled with the breath of death. There was no longer the bright gold in her pupils, and any strength was powerless in the face of despair.

What the dying queen is doing now is to calmly watch the world, waiting for the moment when it dies completely.

Jörmungandr was not confident that he could hold out until the world died. The world itself seemed to be a huge creature, and the bigger the creature, the harder it was to die. Jörmungandr was not confident that he could wait until the death of this huge planet.

She didn't care about the gaze of the existence that destroyed the world, or even if she cared, she couldn't do anything. She couldn't even question Him, why did He create them and then destroy them? Since everything would be destroyed in the end, wouldn't the previous creation be in vain?

Jörmungandr didn't know what He was thinking, and thought that He might have created the kings just as a little seasoning before destroying the world. Watching his creator destroy himself, the despair that could be pulled to the bottom of the abyss must be the best cheer for His feat of destroying the world.

A huge shadow blocked the cold sunlight, and the being that destroyed the world came before the dying Earth Queen. Jörmungandr's name contained a title beyond the earth and the mountain, but compared to the being in front of her, she was like a stone in front of the peak.

The golden light brought Jörmungandr back a little vitality. She thought that this was not the mercy of the Creator, but her dying body ignited the last bit of survival instinct under the gaze of the other party.

This is like a prey being targeted by a predator. Even if it knows there is no way to escape, it still tries its best to escape.

However, this was of no use. Jörmungandr had nowhere to escape. Even though her limbs could still move and her dragon wings were still intact, where could she escape to in this dying world?
She just felt a little regretful that her little ambition to compete with the world to see who could survive to the end could not be carried out under His gaze.

The huge existence did not take the next step, but just looked at the little life that still had a trace of vitality on this dead land with some surprise.

Jörmungandr understood his surprise, Fenrir would sometimes do meaningless things like spit out dragon breath and burn an anthill. Sometimes, he would see one or two ants still moving among a pile of charred ant corpses.

His surprise at that time was the same as the huge existence before him.

Jörmungandr wanted to sigh that he and Fenrir were indeed the Creator and his creation, but their natures were completely different. Fenrir burned the ant nest to prevent the king's palace from sinking into the hole dug by the ants, which was an untenable reason for them who controlled the power of the earth.

So what about Him?

Jörmungandr felt that he was engaging in meaningless thinking again. The reason why he destroyed the world was roughly the same as the reason why Fenrir burned the anthill out of boredom. He just wanted to see how these weak creatures struggled in front of the "natural disaster" that they were powerless to resist.

It seems inappropriate to describe them as struggling, because whether it was the anthill destroyed by Fenrir or the world destroyed by Him, the creatures in them could not even struggle.

Exposed to the golden light of despair, Jörmungandr had never wanted death as much as she did at this moment. She wanted to close her eyes and not see the golden light of despair anymore, but now she didn't even have the strength to move her eyelids.

Then, she saw that the eyes that represented despair, now showed a look of regret.

The curiosity in my heart overcame the coming of death. The limbs that should have been cold felt slightly warm, and the broken wings on my back felt slightly itchy. The wings that were melted by the cold magma seemed to be reborn!

Jörmungandr had never expected that her curiosity would lead to an unprecedented burst of vitality. She had never seen anything like "emotion" from her creator.

What did He regret? Was He regretting that He was still alive and that He could not accomplish His goal of destroying the world in an instant? Or was He regretting that He was still alive and that He could not accomplish His goal of creating a completely dead world?

The huge confusion overcame the fear of death. Jörmungandr urgently wanted to know what emotion her creator and destroyer expressed at this moment.
"I originally thought that the one who survived should be Ruo Dun." He said softly, and his voice was like thunder in this dead silent world.

A warm breath came quietly, gently wrapping the dying Queen of the Earth. Like most dragons, Jörmungandr preferred cold places, and found that he was so eager for this warmth.

She hugged the warm existence in her arms tightly. The breath it exuded was like the only fire in this dead land. Although it seemed weak and would break at the touch, it was bright and had the power to bring life to the world again. Her body was gradually regaining warmth. Jörmungandr looked at the thing in her arms, a small life that might not even be considered a life.

This was the first time she saw the Creator create life, and it was on such a dead land. This should be because their youngest brother had not yet been truly born, and might not even be a dragon.

"Originally, Ruo Dun should have been the one to lead him. As a sister, she is far more suitable than you." The Creator said softly, "Unfortunately, she who should have lived to the end, was the first to die. She actually set herself on fire, wanting to use the fire to warm the world."

Jörmungandr remembered that at the moment when the world suddenly perished, a fire that illuminated the sky came from the east of the world, making all the remaining creatures in the world exclaim, is the Dragon King with the power of fire going to burn the world?

But that bright fire only burned for a moment, and that last warmth only existed for a moment, before the world fell into dead silence and coldness.

The huge Creator lowered his head and looked at the Earth Queen who was lost in thought: "Protect him, even if it means sacrificing your life. Do not tell the other kings about his existence, they will want to kill him or eat him."

He spoke softly, telling Jörmungandr that he would be an existence that the kings feared or desired.

Kinship is the most useless thing for dragons, especially for the kings sitting on the throne. Except for brothers and sisters on the same throne, it is difficult for them to regard other dragon kings as true brothers.

Or rather, they just happened to be created by the same Creator, and devouring each other has always been their ultimate goal.

And now, there is a king who has not yet begun to grow up in Jörmungandr's arms. Even though she has just escaped from the state of near death and has not yet recovered her former great power, she can strangle this unborn king with just a flick of her finger and devour his great power...

Jörmungandr ultimately chose not to do so, just as Fenrir knew that she was the weakest of all the kings, but did not devour her. She quietly stared at the life in her arms that was not yet a life. Some intuition told her that it might take a long time before she could truly face him.

But does the concept of "a long time later" exist in this world?
"You will forget what happened today, forget that the world was destroyed, and the kings died." The Creator continued, "However, the order of protection has been remembered by your spirit. Even if you forget everything and yourself in the future, you will still perform this duty."

When the last voice came, Jörmungandr was surprised to find that the Creator had disappeared without a trace. The shadow that enveloped her seemed to have never existed from the beginning.

Standing up from the cold ground, she keenly discovered that the world seemed different.

The wind resumed its flow, and the clouds that had disappeared gathered again, covering the sky like a curtain. From far away came the sound of the tide hitting the coast, and the slightly cold smell of sea water kept flowing with the wind, as if it was only for her to smell.

The flames were rekindled, and the bright firelight illuminated the earth again. The magma resumed its flow, bringing the scattered earth together again. A tall dragon jumped out of the resumed flowing magma and lifted Jörmungandr high up.

The Queen of the Earth was still alive, and her huge vitality was not important. What mattered most was that her brother who had sunk into the abyss was holding her up.

He subconsciously looked at his arms, and the life that had not yet been born had disappeared, but Jörmungandr could feel his presence. He was different from them who were born with great power, and he needed time to grow.

Just as she thought, she would protect him until a long, long time later...

However, Jörmungandr eventually lost that fragile life. The invasion of the angels was beyond the expectations of all the kings, as well as her own expectations.

The unknown being came so suddenly. It was not an angel, but some kind of being that Jörmungandr did not know, and he did not even know whether it was still alive. The Queen of the Earth had no resistance in front of it, as if she was facing the despair that she had once forgotten.

That little life was taken away from her, and part of it was even split and taken away by Him.

Later, the Fire Angel attacked, and she fought desperately, but she only had time to send out the hastily formed cocoon. Later, the furious Fenrir sank the Roman Nibelungen, trapping herself and the Fire Angel in the closed Nibelungen forever.

Later on, a boy accidentally discovered her cocoon and tricked her out with some snacks.

……

The twice-forgotten memories surged like a huge wave, hitting Xia Mi's spirit, which had just awakened but had not yet recovered. Those broken images were like bubbles constantly emerging from the depths of the sea, exploding one after another, releasing the sealed past.

Every memory that came back was like a sharp knife, cutting her already fragile soul.

Lu Mingfei found that the gold in Xia Mi's eyes had dimmed to the extreme, like a spark that was about to go out on ashes. He hugged the young queen who was trembling with the pain of her soul, and put his forehead on hers, wanting to probe his spirit into her and share her pain.

“Go find Ruoton and the others!” Lu Mingfei gave the order to the somewhat bewildered Fenrir. The latter’s eyes were filled with golden light that seemed to be burning. He spread his wings behind him, broke through the dome of the Temple of the World, and disappeared into the Nibelungen.

Lu Mingfei didn’t know what happened to Xia Mi, but Ruo Dun and the others should know something.

But at this moment, Xia Mi stopped trembling. The golden eyes that had almost gone out just now silently looked at him who was so close to her, and the spirit in her eyes was recovering little by little.

She raised her hand and stroked the face of the person in front of her, pinched her nose, and touched his eyes.

Then, she heaved a long sigh of relief, hugged him tightly, and felt the warmth coming from him. It was like the first time she hugged him in that era forgotten by all living beings.

"So you are here..."

(End of this chapter)