Invading the Multiverse, the Creator of the Only Real World.

Chapter 233: Fighting for the Dragon

"It looks like something bad has happened." Angé said to Lu Mingfei and others in the lounge.

"You mean they are hiding something from us," Caesar said.

"This is inevitable, but we don't know what they are hiding from me. But it will definitely be a cause of great turmoil, and are we really here to slay the dragon?" Angé asked back.

At the beginning, Ange didn't believe in this dragon-slaying team.

The Blue Alliance is either crazy or stupid to leave the matter of deciding the fate of a region to outsiders like them.

"So, what do you think they are hiding from us? I guess it must be related to the dragon. And it's not an ordinary dragon. It should be at least a third or even fourth level dragon." Chu Zihang said.

Nowadays on Blue Star, the strong men who can play a decisive role are those above level three, and only those at level three can be called strategic existences.

"I'm afraid it's not just a third-order existence, it might involve - God!"

god!
The fourth-level professionals are called gods. Currently, there is no one on Blue Star who has truly broken through to the fourth level. Although there are gods, they are not native to Blue Star. Therefore, in order to strengthen Blue Star, the Blue Alliance is indeed actively seeking the birth of gods.

When it comes to God, the only one who can mention the name of God in the dragon world is the terrifying Black Emperor.

Millions of years ago, in the age of gods and demons, the black dragon king "Nidhoggr" was the god of dragons. His name means "despair". He is also known as the Black Emperor, the oldest emperor never recorded in history. He is also the most supreme, virtuous and powerful being.

He ruled the world in the name of God, enslaved humans, built magnificent cities, and ordered the construction of a Shinto road across the ocean. It is estimated that the Shinto road is 400 meters wide. He also created four great monarchs and the White King.

"Have we really escaped from fate at this moment? Or are we being dragged into a more desperate fate?" Chu Zihang murmured to himself.

The Dragon Clan is the fourth domain on the evolutionary tree, in addition to the Bacteria Domain, Archaea Domain and Eukaryota Domain. The descendants of the Dragon Clan have a supernatural ability called "Word Spirit". Within their domain, words spoken in dragon language will become a rule.

The dragon clan always erects huge pillars to record history. History is written from bottom to top, from the past to the future. The pillar is the axis of time. The history written above the pillar has not yet happened. This part is the prophecy book. For the dragon clan, even the physical rules can be changed with words. The only thing that cannot be modified is time or fate.

In the history recorded by the dragon clan, the world will be destroyed and everything will become nothingness.

Everyone returned to their own rooms to rest, and Lu Mingfei fell into a deep sleep almost the moment he lay down on the bed. However, this time the dream was filled with glory and despair that Lu Mingfei could not escape.

In the dream, Lu Mingfei’s thoughts spanned tens of millions of years and arrived at that ancient era.

That was the end of the Quaternary glacial period. The land was barren, the polar glaciers extended inland, and the surviving animals could only live in the southern end of the continent. But in these murals, it was an era of prosperous civilization, and a great race erected towering bronze pillars on various continents.

Cities were built around these pillars, with temples on top of towers, and wide imperial roads connected these distant cities. Dragons and snakes swayed in the vast sea, towering cities stood on the land, and crisscrossing roads crossed the sea.

Looking down from a high altitude, everything on earth seemed small and fragile. In his eyes, forests, rivers, and cities were like playthings that he could manipulate at will. The huge and desperate loneliness almost completely overwhelmed him.

Just when Lu Mingfei was about to be swallowed by despair, he finally saw the majestic Black Emperor, but it was only the Black Emperor’s death, an unprecedented black real dragon, possessing the proud characteristics of all kinds of dragons in myths and legends, a symbol of majesty and dignity.

But at this moment he was killed, and his huge wings hung down to the foot of the mountain. His blood flowed down like magma, dyeing the entire mountain red, melting the ice and snow, rising into the sky with blood-colored vapor, turning into dark red clouds, and bringing down bright red rain. Those who killed him bathed in the rain and cheered, and they cheered that day as a "new era."

"Brother, did you see it?" The familiar voice made Lu Mingfei look back, only to find that the little devil Lu Mingze had grown up.

“What did you see?” Lu Mingfei was confused.

"The road to becoming a god has begun." Lu Mingze said in a sad tone. "We must take back our power and authority, otherwise when the challenger arrives, everything will be ruined."

Lu Mingfei still didn't understand, but it was too late to explain anything. The dark sky was dyed with red light, accompanied by the sound of dragon roars, and the whole world was collapsing. Lu Mingfei stumbled and fell directly into the abyss.

The last thing he saw was the Black Emperor struggling to stand up. He was despair and hell. His wings, covered with human bones, covered the sky. He was Shikoudi's scissors, and the day of judgment for his revenge on the world had come ahead of schedule.

In the far north, on what should have been a cold day, bursts of raging flames continued to rise. Strange-looking dragon beasts were tied up with huge chains, roaring angrily and venting their anger at will.

In the huge palace, the Holy Lord suddenly opened his eyes. He pushed all the delicious dishes to the ground with one hand, making all the waiters tremble with fear.

"You old immortal, do you think you can stop me? Can you stop the great God? I am the last and most noble dragon, and you, the damn old fellow, should have rolled back to hell long ago."

Almost at the moment when the genealogy of the gods was born, the Holy Lord felt it. It was the birth of the godhead. It was a world that had boundaries but could not be touched. It seemed to contain everything and yet seemed to have nothing. It contained the greatness of divine power and the infinite possibilities of human thinking.

The power of man and God are intertwined in that world, presenting an unprecedented closeness and intimacy. The boundary between reality and illusion is difficult to touch and distinguish, and eventually gives birth to the person belonging to God, that is, the godhead.

As the only real dragon in the world, what the Holy Lord wants to do is to usurp the position of the God of Dragons. This is a matter of course, but an accident breaks his plan. A thief arrives and usurps his spoils.

The dragon of despair came to this world across several worlds and took away a part of the godhead, preventing the Holy Lord from completing his mission.

"I will find you, I will torture your soul and tear your body apart. Wait, old man, you will die miserably."

(End of this chapter)