Dragon Tribe: Still Thinking Until Now

"So you want to trade? You already know you won't die."

"No, I have another way." Lu Mingfei jumped up and stretched his arms and legs, exercising the muscles of his whole body.

"Using the eighth national radio gymnastics set to make people laugh to death?"

“No.” Lu Mingfei said, “Don’t look down on radio gymnastics. That’s the youth I lost.”

"Then your youth is really shameful, brother." commented the little devil.

Lu Mingfei rolled his eyes at him and asked, "So if we return to the real world now, have my injuries healed?"

"I really admire you. At least you can give the devil some performance once in a while..."

"I, Lu Mingfei, have been wandering for half my life, and I only regret that I have never met a wise master. If you will not abandon me..."

“Stop, stop, stop, stop. Okay, okay, brother, you win. As long as we end this conversation, all your conditions will be restored to their peak, including HP and MP.” The little devil sighed, “Just consider it another VIP customer feedback from me…”

"Wait, why do I have MP?"

"It's mental strength." The little devil shrugged. "Before Chu Zihang accepted the Nibelung Project, he could only use the King's Flame once before he would become exhausted. This is because the mental strength of these hybrids is completely incomparable to that of dragons. After accepting the Nibelung Project, Chu Zihang's mental strength has also been strengthened, so he can use the King's Flame multiple times without being exhausted like before."

"OK, I understand." Lu Mingfei nodded.

He finished the last move of the gymnastics, exhaling and inhaling slowly, and all the bones in his body began to make crackling sounds.

The reason why he was defeated so easily just now was because he did not expect that Herzog's attack would be so swift and fierce. It was even more terrifying than Inuyama He who pushed Setsuna to the ninth level.

"Hey, Lu Mingze."

"elder brother?"

"You know, I didn't have the power to resist fate, nor did I have the power to change the outcome, so I was cowardly and lowly, and my bones were as soft as mud. If it weren't for Eri, when Herzog first appeared in front of me as the White King, I would probably kneel down and shout "Long live Herzog" or something." Lu Mingfei retracted his bloody wings and tilted his head to look at Lu Mingze.

The little devil held his chin and thought carefully. "Then he will probably think that you are cursing him to have a short life, because a super first-generation species like the White King has almost eternal life." He said, "Then you will be stepped on to death."

"It's such a shame and boring way to die. If I tell others about it, my senior sisters will look down on me." Lu Mingfei smiled, veins throbbing on his neck and a captivating light flashing in his eyes.

The dark blue veins protruded and tangled on his face like the roots of an old tree, and blood flowed in his blood vessels that glowed red like lava.

“Later I realized that even without strength, I could use my teeth, nails, and everything I had to let the world know my anger. That way, I would not be ashamed even if I died.” Lu Mingfei said with a smile. His body was undergoing huge deformation. The muscles under his scales undulated like the tide, and a curved and sharp horn on his forehead slowly grew.

"Now that I have enough power to change my destiny, what reason is there for me to retreat? Before entering Kassel Academy, you and I already knew that the tragedies that had been staged would be repeated one by one, but this time there would be swords as heavy as mountains to split all those stages in half." Lu Mingfei gritted his teeth and whispered. His voice was heavy and hoarse at first, and then it was as hard as chewing steel between his lips and teeth. The calmness on his face slowly rippled hideously like the surface of a lake where a stone was thrown. He stretched out his hand, and his nails were replaced by black claws. Even in this illusory time, the rage that had been inserted into the deck in the distance began to buzz and vibrate slightly, as if it wanted to return to his hands.

"Herzog's elegy has already been played. His funeral will only be at the end of thorns. It will not be the priest who will send him to hell, but only... me!"

The little devil tilted his head and stared blankly at Lu Mingfei who seemed to be in great pain. He suddenly clapped his hands vigorously, and everyone on the boat began to applaud. The applause echoed like thunder in the endless silence.

Lu Mingfei trembled slightly amid the applause. A huge cracking sound came from his body, and his body was as hot as steel just out of the furnace.

He suddenly raised his head and looked around. The majesty in his golden dragon eyes was as if the gods had descended from the sky.

As he opened his arms, his huge wings also opened, creating an upward gust of wind, and all the ice crystals suspended around were shot like bullets into the endless sky.

Lu Mingfei's body was so burly at this moment, with bloody black scales covering his entire body. The bulging muscles and inhuman joints under the scales formed a ferocious and beautiful dragon body.

After a moment, a faint fluorescent light started from his chest and slowly flowed through his entire body. The applause suddenly stopped, and Lu Mingfei stared down at Lu Mingze's eyes.

At this moment, there was only cold murderous intent in those red-gold eyes.

“Brother, that’s awesome! You’ve done something that no one has ever done before! You have reached the end of the road to becoming a god!” Lu Mingze exclaimed joyfully.

Lu Mingfei's heart trembled slightly.

He responded to Lu Mingze's admiration with a roar.

Violent blood...

Five degrees!

"Then let me help you again!" The smile on Lu Mingze's face suddenly turned ferocious.

"All the characteristics and concepts of rage are ineffective against the White King. The only thing that can help you resist the sharpness of Ame Kusanagi is its tenacity!"

He slowly reached his hand to his cervical vertebrae, a momentary expression of pain appeared on his face, and then he pulled out a thin, bloody bone.

The bones were dull and lifeless, yet flowing with black flames, like the karmic fire of hell.

It's a sword.

"Holy Sword, Durandal, shines wherever it goes." Lu Mingze walked to the side of the buzzing Fury holding the Holy Sword Durandal, and slammed it hard on the blade. The two weapons unexpectedly merged into one, and Fury let out a fierce dragon roar.

The little devil handed the huge saber to Lu Mingfei, bowed slightly, and acted like a servant holding a sword.

"Help my brother to be powerful!" he said loudly.

Lu Mingfei was slightly moved.

Durandal is one of the three holy swords in Europe, and its concept is sharpness.

Ame no Murasaki's concept is equally sharp.

Chapter 426 The King Meets the King

"When the White Emperor and the Black Dragon jointly ruled the world, the four monarchs had not yet been born, so even the memories inherited in the genes do not contain any information about you." Herzog used the dragon's tail to move like a snake, and the huge wings slowly flapped to hold him in the air.

"Who are you? The King of Sky and Wind, the King of Ocean and Water, or...?" He looked Xia Mi up and down, his eyes full of suppressed greed and ambition.

This girl was so majestic and solemn, with a pair of hard and rugged wings like those forged from steel slowly spreading out behind her.

But how could a dragon king in his juvenile state be a match for a god? When the White King and Nidhogg were fighting in the sky, they didn't even have the concept of existence.

Herzog was originally still worried about those kings who had not yet revived, but if he could devour this first-generation species, then it wouldn't matter even if the White King's genes were not complete.

A supreme being different from Izanami will be born in this country where the gods once lived.

"You are Lu Mingfei's companion, but it doesn't matter. We don't have to fight to the death. This world is big enough for you and me to share." Herzog's whisper was like Satan who tempted Adam and Eve to eat the forbidden fruit in the Garden of Eden. While talking about the glorious future, he was looking for Xia Mi's flaws.

The heart, perhaps? Or the brain? Would snapping her neck end her life?

The white blade was pressed against Herzog's long tail. When he threw Lu Mingfei down, he pulled out the sharp sword Ame Murakami that was stabbed into Lu Mingfei's abdomen.

Herzog hesitated to launch an attack because he had only studied one dragon.

It had only been a few dozen minutes since he evolved from a humble human being to a higher creature, and he had not yet had time to gain a deep understanding of the physiological characteristics of a dragon.

"You are the king, and I am also the king. We are equally noble."

"How can a lowly creature like you be qualified to be on equal terms with me?" Xia Mi said in a low voice, but her voice spread throughout the world, like a roar or a ruthless declaration.

Herzog was stunned for a moment, then his teeth protruded like daggers and he roared angrily.

A huge rage filled his despicable human heart, and a sense of violated authority almost made the man who finally ascended the throne lose his mind.

"Are you the person he has always wanted to kill? You are just as despicable and insidious as I expected. You think you are superior to humans, but you are also despised by our dragon clan." Xia Mi said.

She did not need to recite any spiritual words, a huge domain was activated and the elements in the domain turned into a solid dragon.

Snake-like twisted lines extended along the edge of Xia Mi's domain. These dark red lines entangled and intensified, becoming clearer and clearer but also darker and darker. The high temperature and strong magnetic field were locked tightly inside the domain.

Xia Mi stretched out her hand, and they broke away from the domain interface and gathered towards the girl's palm. Finally, the black lines formed a vortex that spun at high speed in Xia Mi's palm, as restless and unstable as a gyroscope on the edge of losing control.

In just less than a second, all the elements within a radius of several kilometers centered on Xia Mi were cleared out. Those elemental particles, such as oxygen molecules, which were almost evenly distributed in the air, were attracted to the core of this area by the incredible suction force. They were first stirred up into turbulence, then turned into rotating tides, and finally all the tides converged into Xia Mi's palm.

An extremely dazzling light shot out from between her fingers like a sword, and then the prototype of a weapon gradually appeared in her hand. The restless elemental turbulence that was compressed to the extreme was gushing out strong light like a supernova explosion, and even Herzog had to stretch out his forearm to block it in front of his eyes.

Finally, the huge weapon emitting strong light slowly cooled down, and its edge sharpened with a roar that resounded through the heavens and the earth. As soon as it appeared in this world, it immediately triggered drastic geological changes in the entire Japanese archipelago.

It was a huge weapon with a strange shape, shaped like the scythe of the god of death that reaps lives.

A huge sense of crisis and the majesty of the coming of death surged out like a tsunami. Herzog's eyes shrank into slits like a cat, and strong golden light burst out from the slits.

He chanted the words in a high-pitched voice, and the sharp blade slowly drew an arc in the air as graceful as a girl's eyebrow.

A huge ball of lightning condensed on the tip of the knife, illuminating Herzog's scales and facial bones in a pale white.

The Spirit of Words. The Prison of Blue Thunder!

"Has anyone ever told you that in a war between kings, only blood will be shed." Xia Mi said softly. She looked at the thunder ball, and the domain of the Cang Lei Prison collapsed immediately.

There was a flash of shock in Herzog's eyes for a moment, and then it turned into endless greed.

"You are the monarch who has survived from the era of co-rule by kings to this day. You must know a lot about dragons and can help me find the weaknesses of other kings who have not yet revived." He said in a hoarse voice.

In battles between first-generation species, active attacking words are never used, because any Dragon King can easily defeat the elemental tides gathered in the surrounding space.

For example, when Herzog first obtained the power of the White King, his eyes were full of the colors of the four elements. Everyone's vision is different, and the king's vision is very different from that of the dragon.

This was the final exchange between the two of them, because when Herzog finished his words, both of them turned into rainbows that broke the sound barrier.

The moment the two pairs of wings flapped, the howling cold air around them was easily torn apart.

At this moment, the sea surface was once again raised by a black tide peak tens of meters high, and a huge elemental storm surrounded the battlefield like a hurricane big enough to sweep across Tokyo.

Dense clouds formed in all directions, rolling violently as if the fast-forward button was pressed in a short edited video, but they were all stopped at the edge of the battlefield, as if they had hit a high wall that pierced the sky.

Five long necks reaching into the sky shattered the ice on the frozen sea surface, and the Yamata-no-Orochi roared angrily towards the sky.

At this moment, no one cared about the shaky and dilapidated cruise ship. This huge ship weighing tens of thousands of tons was floating on the turbulent sea like a small boat. Looking down from the deck, one could see the body of the Yamata no Orochi still quietly lying under the sea, extending far into the sea that was beyond the reach of sight.

It left an incredibly huge shadow beneath the Atlantic Sun God, and when the shadow swayed, it was as if the mountains under the sea came alive.

Some people on the ship were screaming in fear, but more people ignited their golden eyes without reservation. In a battle of the Dragon King level, only the real dragons could intervene, and everything they did was in vain.

Everyone looked up at the sky in horror, and they all noticed that the woman fighting the White King was Xia Mi, a second-year student at Kassel Academy who had just boarded the same cruise ship with them.

She is a person included in Mr. Han Gao's protection list. She has a close relationship with Lu Mingfei, the dragon-slaying hero of the secret party. But at this moment, it seems that Xia Mi is more like a dragon king lurking in the human world under an assumed name rather than a quirky and coquettish soft girl.

Hundreds of meters in the sky, Herzog and Xia Mi disappeared and reappeared at the same time. No one could see the process of their conflict clearly. They only saw purple-white lightning extending from one end of the area that could not be invaded by the clouds to the other end. Then the lightning shuttled through the high wall formed by the clouds like a group of snakes, and finally bounced back to form a doomsday-like lightning net.

There was a dense roar coming down from the sky. It was not thunder, but the grand spectacle of hundreds of bronze bells in the temples on the distant mountains being struck at the same time.

Those were hundreds of battles between Ame no Murasaki and the Grim Reaper.

The former is the tailbone of the Yamata no Orochi Susanoo that was cut off by Lu Mingze after his death, and is known as the sharpest weapon in the world; the latter is a conceptual weapon that Jörmungandr used the Word Spirit and the heaven and earth as a furnace to refine all the elements above the Tokyo Bay.

In these hundreds of high-speed confrontations, the Scythe of Death obviously did not have the upper hand. Its surface was covered with fragments, and deep purple lightning was shuttling between the fragments.

But Xia Mi snorted coldly and shook his wrist slightly, and the power from the earth and the king of mountains poured into the sickle constructed with elements like a tide.

The dazzling light seeped out from the spider-web-like cracks on the surface of the Grim Reaper's Scythe, flowing from top to bottom.

When the strong light disappeared, the sickle with thousands of holes was intact as when it was first condensed, and it was spewing out black flames.

The ceasefire lasted only a moment. They were all the darlings of this world and had the qualifications to resist before the great collector of history that was destined to happen. It was just a brief pause, and the insignificant physical strength that Herzog and Xia Mi had just consumed was almost fully restored.

"Is this the battle between kings many years ago? It was so brilliant that even the exhaustion of human imagination cannot touch the essence of this conflict." Even during the battle, Herzog was still able to speak, as if the high-speed battle could not affect him at all.