The infinite sword system has been mastered, and you say this is the dragon clan?

Chapter 254: Black King Factor? Demon Pillar Factor!

The extremely low temperature coldness spreads in the summer, forming thick mist visible to the naked eye, gushing out from the steel cylinder container.

Lu Mingze ignored the cold mist that could directly freeze the human body, and used the blood-soaked "egg" as a container to perform a resurrection ceremony on the ancient corpse from before the Common Era.

The eggs, which have survived long years and multiple near-death experiences, are still tenaciously vibrant with life. Like fantastical spider-like creatures, they crawl around the corpse, leaving bright blood threads and embedding themselves inside the ancient corpse's body.

As they gradually free themselves from the ice, the eggs become active and begin to spit out pure white cocoon silk.

Lu Mingze leaned against the coffin and stared at the scene, his gaze gradually shifting from the cocooned head and face to the torso. The ten rings on each of the corpse's hands caught his attention.

"...The Ten Commandments."

Lu Mingze gently took off one of the rings from the corpse's left middle finger. A light golden glow reflected from the ring. Lu Mingze threw the ring on the table beside him and knocked it.

Solomon, who lived from 1011 to 931 B.C., was the third king of the ancient Canaanite kingdom and the son of David. Historical records indicate that a god appeared to him in a dream and revealed an oracle, promising to grant Solomon's wishes.

Solomon chose wisdom over power and wealth. Upon waking, he discovered ten rings on his hands, proof that he was a wise man recognized by God. These rings, later known as Solomon's Rings, were the source of his power to command angels and demons.

But Lu Mingze knew that these were all fictional narratives.

Judging from this corpse, Solomon did not gain any wisdom from heaven. He was just special and became a stable container for the Black King's flesh and blood factors.

The special nature of this container gave him a status equivalent to that of a dragon king. Many dragons, when they came before him, would bow down to him as if they were meeting the Black Emperor.

According to human historical rumors, Solomon was able to command seventy-two demons, but the truth was that he was able to use the special characteristics of his own Black King Factor to manipulate a full seventy-two pure-blooded dragons at will.

In the present-day Holy Church, there is still the Solomon Temple Society that controls dragons.

Those Knights Templar, especially since the Crusades in the Middle Ages, have demonstrated an astonishing ability to manipulate dragons, making them invincible on the battlefield...also thanks to the Black King gene inherited from Solomon.

Lu Mingze saw through the details in a few seconds and sneered.

...This is the secret that Solomon's Temple would try so hard to hide.

creak creak...

The ancient coffin made a noise, and the white cocoon silk had covered the entire body of Solomon's corpse, and continued to expand and squeeze the remaining space. Even the hands wearing nine rings were wrapped in the cocoon silk.

The dense white cocoon silk was almost overflowing, and the entire coffin seemed to be filled with bright silver-white fluff.

However, Lu Mingze knew that although the cocoon silk did not look dangerous, any living creature that approached it would be entangled by the cocoon silk and have its vitality sucked away.

Several white cocoon threads protruding from the edge of the coffin were swaying lightly in the church's air along with the weak airflow, as if they were searching for other absorption objects, but they could not sense Lu Mingze who was so close.

"..."

Lu Mingze looked at the performance of the white cocoon silk, his eyes flashing with disappointment and gloom. "This level is still not enough to see the truth of the world."

"Well, let me help you."

Bright blood flowed from Lu Mingze's pale palm.

The blood flowed along the golden ring in his hand, dripping onto the huge cocoon that filled the coffin, then was immersed in it and absorbed and disappeared.

The bright blood with a faint smell connected the ring in Lu Mingze's hand and the white cocoon into one. The two were actually supported by such a continuous flow of blood.

With every drop of blood lost, a bit of color disappeared from Lu Mingze's face.

"For the life of the flesh is in the blood; and I give it to you on the altar to make atonement for your souls. For the blood makes atonement for sins because it is the life of the flesh."

Lu Mingze's voice gradually became low due to blood loss. "For this is my blood of the covenant, which is poured out for many for the forgiveness of sins."

“Whoever eats my flesh and drinks my blood has eternal life, and I will raise him up at the last day.”

Lu Mingze raised his voice as he was about to stop talking, then retracted his arm, clenched it into a fist, and stopped the bleeding.

The pale golden ring, which was originally fully soaked in blood, now seemed to have absorbed the blood components. The faint blood color faded, and the surface regained its metallic cold light.

“…Cough cough…” Lu Mingze covered his mouth and coughed up blood like a critically ill patient.

"The injury is getting worse... We must speed up our actions before the world... is destroyed..."

He paused for a moment, put on the golden Solomon ring on his hand, and then snapped his fingers at the giant cocoon in the coffin and said, "...Rise again, my servant!"

Bang!

The white cocoon moved in response, like a powerful and rhythmic heart, causing the coffin to make clanging sounds on the wooden floor.

A dark-skinned hand tore open the cocoon, and a tall bronze figure crawled out.

He had long white hair and wore complicated and gorgeous clothes. When he stood up, he gave off an air of nobility. This attire looked like it was tailor-made for someone who was born to be a king.

The reborn person opened his eyes, looked around blankly at first, then lowered his head and repeatedly looked at his hands wearing nine rings.

"Do you remember yourself?" Lu Mingze suddenly asked from the side.

“…” No response.

"So your memory is damaged... From now on, you will be known as Humanismushosei Goetia."

Lu Mingze used to call this guy Black Snake. When it was a pet, he never called it by its previous name. It even forgot its previous name.

In that case, let’s use a new name to commemorate the new beginning.

"Goetia?"

"Yes, the word Goetia comes from the first book of the Lesser Key of Solomon, the Ars Goetia, which describes the information and summoning methods of 72 demons... And Solomon is the name of the original owner of your body."

"Solomon..."

Goetia recited and pondered Lu Mingze's words, and he carefully explored the tremendous vitality and amazing potential brought by this body.

At the same time... I also felt a deep connection between my body and the person before me. It was as if... they were of the same standard and closely connected.

"Are you... the original owner of this body?" Goetia asked after thinking for a moment.

"Oh?" Lu Mingze tilted his head in interest. "Do you think so? If you insist, you're not wrong."

He was indeed one of the original owners of Solomon's remains; he sent Jiude Mai to steal them, so naturally they belonged to him. As for the opinion of the Solomon Temple, that was not important.

"...I see, then you are my master." Gaetia followed suit and tilted his head like Lu Mingze.

"..." Lu Mingze suddenly put away his cynical look and returned to his serious and stern demeanor.

"..." Gaetia no longer tilted his head, but stood straight with a serious expression and holding his breath.

"...It seems you're prone to imitating your interlocutors. Is it because you don't have a well-defined personality of your own?"

Lu Mingze asked vaguely, but when he saw that Goetia couldn't answer, he quickly lost interest and returned to the main topic:
"With your eyes, can you see the truth of this world? How much can you see?"

"reality?"

Following Lu Mingze's instructions, Goetia subconsciously used the powerful functions of his body. His eyes were originally like ordinary eyes, and all he could see was the ancient church.

However, when he blinked and opened his eyes again, he saw an extraordinary and terrifying sight that was far beyond what ordinary people could imagine:
In the distance, verdant trees piled up and multiplied, with countless tender buds, green leaves, and withered leaves growing simultaneously on the same branch. The trees were both growing and withering, with no difference between life and death.

The endless and vast human swarm flickered. They did not look like humans, but like densely packed reptiles entangled with each other.

From newborn infants to young adults, and finally to the elderly in their eighties, all the stages of life are piled up together, like a maddening worm. Literally, it constitutes the entirety of life within a continuous flow of time…

This is a chaotic world.

“Focus!”

He heard Lu Mingze shouting beside him.

“Use your eyes and your brain to imagine and observe. You need to force yourself to observe not chaos but record it.”

"Record?"

“It’s like sheets of paper stapled together in a book, a record that can be turned over page by page.”

The scene before my eyes suddenly collapsed.

In the blink of an eye, what Goetia saw was no longer a chaotic scene, but a quiet and peaceful library. All he could see were books and papers all around him, with endless books piled up and stacked on all sides.

"...Is this the reality of the world?" Goetia whispered. Although it was a question, his tone was already certain. The hidden functions within his body were terrifying, and they could actually reach this point.

If Norton and Xia Mi were here, they would also be surprised, because they are currently unable to glimpse the essence of the world to such an extent.

"For those living in three-dimensional space, time is an axis along which events are arranged in sequence. But when insight reaches the fourth dimension—"

Lu Mingze took a book from the vast "World Library" and flipped through it casually. "You will find that the past and the future are no different. They are both clearly presented in this book. They coexist. Which event you want to present depends on which page you turn to."

He flung the book to Goetia. "If your insight were further enhanced, you would realize that there are many, many books placed side by side here."

Lu Mingze pointed at the endless books around him and took out a few more books.

Goetia opened the book in her hand and listened to Lu Mingze's words, "When you open different books, the world will appear different in front of you."

"This is similar to the observer theory in human quantum physics. The world is originally a wave function in a quantum superposition state. The development of countless world lines is like countless non-realized waves. But because of your observation, the wave function collapses, forming a realized world that you observe."

Goetia quickly understood all this.

Lu Mingze briefly explained to him the structural pattern of this high-dimensional universe.

But he soon discovered a problem.

“Master, we are both observers, each reading different books. Will the world thus present an overlapping of different states?”

"Oh, yes, you're quick to grasp the idea," Lu Mingze said, turning the pages of the books he held in front of Goetia. "But observers are also divided into strong and weak. Different observers are like holding different scripts. Only the stronger observers can determine certain unchangeable script contents."

"In other words, it's fate."

As soon as he finished speaking, all the books in Lu Mingze's hands turned to the last page at the same time.

Gaetia's pupils trembled as he saw the contents of the last page. He subconsciously turned to the last page of the book in his hand, and surprisingly, the contents were exactly the same. The identical picture indicated:

"The world is destroyed."

He muttered subconsciously.

This script, as if engraved in all books according to some established rule, cannot be altered by anyone. This is undoubtedly the ending written by the most powerful observer, a device that holds the historical trend in check, unchangeable.

“How can we change this outcome?”

Lu Mingze closed the book after hearing this question. "That's a good question. The only way to change it is to make yourself a stronger observer, causing the wave function of the entire history to diverge again. Then, through your own observations, it collapses and re-anchors the new result."

“This is how you change the script and create a new world.”

Snapped.

There was a snapping sound from his fingertips.

The world returned to the small church.

Gaetia stared at the seemingly relaxed Lu Mingze and asked, "Master, is your wish to create a new world?"

"Me? Yeah."

Lu Mingze walked out of the church without looking back, the sunlight illuminating his pale skin. "However, I am no longer able to do anything. Perhaps, I can only watch how things develop."

After all, the chess pieces have been laid.

"I see."

Goetia followed suit.

He silently thought about how to make his observation ability stronger and reverse the anchored observation outcome.

Perhaps, he needs more "eyes", a large number of eyes as clones... According to the functions of this Solomon body, perhaps they should be called the Seventy-two Demons?
Now that the future is anchored, let’s create great things from the past and start all over again.

In this way, perhaps the process of destroying the old world and rebuilding a new world can be completed for him.

(End of this chapter)