Dragon Tribe: Still Thinking Until Now

This time it was fully awakened lust. It had already smelled the king's blood and was neighing excitedly, wanting to tear open Pompeii's arteries and drink the man's blood.

This time, Pompey did not use two fingers to clamp the blade swung by Lu Mingfei. His other free hand suddenly stretched out and grabbed Lu Mingfei's wrist at a speed far exceeding Lu Mingfei's. The sound of bones breaking was like a cannonball, and the accumulated water and dust in the entire bedroom were blown into the air.

Then Lu Mingfei felt as if his chest was hit head-on by a battering ram. He flew backwards suddenly, smashing one wall after another until he finally fell into the ruins of a building.

His chest was almost shattered by just one punch. His powerful self-healing ability healed his injuries instantly, but the severe pain still made Lu Mingfei curl up on the ground. He was finally able to sit up after a while.

"To be honest, you are as high as our crown rank, and you deserve a seat in the new world." Pompey appeared in front of Lu Mingfei again, "If you don't continue to anger me."

Chapter 511: The White King's Legacy

“A new world…” Lu Mingfei coughed up blood foam, which was probably mixed with fragments of internal organs.

The third blood burst that could kill the seriously injured puppet Odin did not bring Lu Mingfei even a little sense of security. Pompeii's paused movement did not even look like a punch, but more like he was chasing away a fly.

"Or it would be more accurate to say the new era, because this era ended after that great restraint-level event in history." A glass of gin appeared in Pompeii's hand, and the wine was rippling in the glass, emitting a confused glow.

He dropped the cigar into the puddle, stomped it out with the upper of his leather shoe, then bent down and pulled Lu Mingfei up.

"The great constraint of history, you are talking about destiny." Lu Mingfei said softly.

"No, it's the end of fate. Many people say that our era is heading towards destruction, but few know how it will be destroyed." Pompeii's face, which usually looks like a coquettish middle-aged man, was so serious at this moment. He said, "But we all know that it is the twilight of the gods."

"Are you Odin?" Lu Mingfei asked.

Pompey was slightly stunned, he stroked his forehead and smiled softly.

Then he poured the wine in the cup into the air. The golden liquid solidified in mid-air and emitted a fierce red light. Pompey reached out and grasped the light. He blew a whistle and the sound of horses neighing immediately echoed between heaven and earth.

The eight-legged Pegasus Sleipnir spewed out lightning fragments and came from the darkness in the distance.

The giant beast, as tall as the sky, walked among the dragon-blood dogs with its head held high, like a king inspecting its territory. Then, about ten meters away from here, Sleipnir stepped on the ground with his front paws, and the ground seemed to ripple with dark golden ripples.

Pompey threw the glowing object in his hand to the ground, rolled up his sleeves, and covered his face with his palms. Then he put his hands back along his hairline, and an ancient silver iron mask appeared on his cheeks following the traces of his palms.

He did not mount the horse, but Pompeii pulled out the glory and it immediately became a bent iron spear. The sky blue wind cloak was also hung on Pompeii's shoulders, dancing wildly in the wind like a war flag.

That was not an illusion, but something that really happened in front of Lu Mingfei. In just a moment, Pompey Gattuso changed from a gentle-looking middle-aged man into the ancient god Odin in mythology, who could bring down thunder-like majesty because of rage.

Blazing flames wrapped around Odin, the high temperature evaporated the water on the ground, and white steam poured out from the cracks in the ruins.

He was so huge that even Lu Mingfei, who was no longer human after transforming into a dragon, looked like a dwarf in front of God.

"Was it you who ordered Friedrich to betray Lionheart?"

"Menec Kassel has the potential to assassinate the king. If the Summer Mourning incident had not happened, he might be a threat to us if he is still alive today. Besides, although they suffered heavy losses, they did kill one of my brothers, didn't they?" Odin took off his mask and turned back into the gentle middle-aged man with a faint smile on his face.

"Are you the one who planned to kill Old Tang?"

"Norton, the King of Bronze and Fire, my dear brother... Of course, of course, he was the one among my brothers who were still alive who was truly favored by the Black Supreme many years ago... But he is too arrogant and presumptuous. When he forged the Seven Deadly Sins, he regarded rage as his original sin, but arrogance is what really suits him." Pompey said calmly, but there was a mad light flashing in his eyes. "If we were standing at the same starting point, I would not be able to compete with him, but he is too arrogant. Like a true king, he actually intends to abide by the meaningless contracts we signed."

It was not the first time that Lu Mingfei heard people talk about the contract between the Dragon Kings. Xia Mi had also told him something similar. That was in the early days of the Age of Kings, when the four great monarchs joined forces with humans to overthrow the rule of the Black King. After that, the Dragon Kings signed a contract to sleep until the Ragnarok of the Gods in a certain reincarnation. They would wake up again on the day when the Supreme returned and keep the ten thousand year appointment together.

Norton and Constantine apparently kept their end of the bargain, but they were tricked.

Fate always favors the ambitious, and those who uphold justice always die an untimely death.

"The original plan was that the Moniach would bring back Constantine's bone bottle from the Bronze City, using the brother's embryo as bait. Norton would awaken incompletely in anger, and we would be able to end him in the academy... But the plan went wrong. Norton had obviously awakened a long time ago. He had been dormant in the Bronze City for who knows how long, devouring Constantine's power. We can't even find the child's cocoon." Pompey's tone was obviously doubtful when he mentioned this, as if he was originally convinced that the action to end the King of Bronze and Fire would be carried out according to his own script, but suddenly this script was rewritten beyond recognition.

"Luckily, I have locked onto Norton's identity among humans. He is the Ronald Tang you mentioned... I know you have a good relationship with him and that we are good friends who can play games together. But to be honest, you should thank me. Otherwise, one day, the Supreme Norton who has hatched a complete dragon body will use the Ancient Power to destroy the existing human order."

Lu Mingfei scoffed at Pompey Gattuso's statement. Ragnarok is a proposition that the hybrids and even all existing creatures cannot avoid. When the Black King returns, everything will be overturned. Order is built on civilization. By that time, human civilization may have been destroyed. How can we talk about order?

However, he didn't have much time and had to get more useful information from Pompey as soon as possible.

The girl with painted eyebrows and hair stood silently and lonely in the steam behind Pompeii, appearing and disappearing. She was wearing a gorgeous and majestic plain robe with a long narrow silk ribbon tied around her waist. The ribbon fluttered in the wind like a snake's tail or a dancing purple iris.

When Pompey pulled Lu Mingfei up from the ground, Bai Wang had already appeared behind the middle-aged man. She looked around with her phoenix eyes, raised a finger in front of her lips, and spread out five fingers of her other hand and pressed them on the top of Pompey's head. Her slender fingers were so white that they were almost transparent.

Lu Mingfei didn't know what she was doing, but he remembered that Bai Wang had done something similar to Su Xiaoyan, so he guessed that he should ask something useful at this time.

"When we arrived in Oslo and were about to board the nuclear-powered icebreaker, it was you who posted the information about the King of Earth and Mountains on the Hunter website and offered a bounty for hybrids all over the world?" Lu Mingfei asked softly.

"That ship travels between the human world and the gate of the kingdom of God, burying the greatest secret from the origin of history to the end of destiny. No one can reach there before the end comes." The time has finally come to reveal the secret that he has kept for so many years. Even a man like Pompey could no longer suppress the desire to express himself. At this time, he needed applause and praise. Unfortunately, the guy standing opposite him just wanted to chop off his head.

"You nearly killed them."

"Who? Fenrir and Jörmungandr?" Pompey sneered. "In the new era, the old gods will die out, so I can share more power... Besides, even I can't see what you are. We are all guessing what you will choose in the end, and we have made a bet."

"What are you gambling?"

"The wealth in each of our hands... is just insignificant stuff in the human world. In the end, I am the only winner." Pompey shrugged.

“All you did was to fight against the Black King Nidhogg who was destined to return in Ragnarok, but your ID on the Hunter website is Prince.” Lu Mingfei showed a disdainful expression on his face, hoping to anger Pompey and make him reveal a flaw for a moment.

Pompey smiled. If you ignore the slender girl behind him and the Nine Yin White Bone Claw-like hand on his head in Lu Mingfei's eyes, he does have some majesty of a dark king. "My ID is Prince because I never feel ashamed of my identity. On the contrary, I am proud of my father. I also covet the destiny of becoming the ultimate winner in Ragnarok," he said.

"What about in Tokyo? Herzog, Friedrich, they are all your pawns, right? And that boar Neo who kidnapped wild hybrids in South America for human experiments and human trafficking?" Lu Mingfei slowly adjusted his breathing. He felt the surge of power in his body. It was the authority from the King of Earth and Mountains, as well as a glimmer of light like skylight in the depths of darkness, and the majesty from the remaining blood of the White King was ready to move.

"In the winter of 2010, you and Chen Motong investigated the Twilight Dogma and the Far North through Norma, and even traced the upper and lower ends of the trading chain of the boar Neo, only with the knowledge learned from Kassel Academy and the broken intelligence network. It was amazing to trace it to that step, but..." He was suddenly stunned when he said this, and a trace of confusion flashed in his eyes. The White King, who was standing quietly behind Pompeii, suddenly frowned his slender brows. She looked at Lu Mingfei, her deep red pupils were quiet and distant, as cold as the surface of Lake Baikal.

Then, wisps of white mist extended from the White King's hand that was pressed on Pompeii's head like dozens or hundreds of tiny tentacles. The mist condensed into a fixed shape, dancing in the air, and then suddenly pierced the man's temple.

That trace of confusion disappeared.

"But you don't know the truth." Pompey said, "I am willing to share these secrets hidden in the deepest part of the world with you because you are qualified to be my ally. We will fight side by side in the Ragnarok of the Gods, and you are qualified to share the power of the new era with me."

"Do you know Charon?" Pompey asked softly.

"The boatman of the underworld in ancient Greek mythology is responsible for ferrying the dead to the River Styx." Kassel College has had systematic and targeted courses on the history of the development of world mythology. Norse mythology, Greek mythology, Aztec mythology and Egyptian mythology are all compulsory subjects.

"Vincent, the owner of the ship and the leader of the Far North, is our Charon. He finds the entrance to the River Styx for us and dedicates the souls of the dead to the supreme and virtuous emperor on our behalf." Pompeii seemed to be telling a weird and magnificent modern myth, but Lu Mingfei had already understood his metaphor.

The real purpose of the Yamal sailing in that icy sea is to find the burial place of the Black King. The so-called River Styx and the gate to the Kingdom of God are actually the embryos of the Black King who is destined to return in the legend.

Apparently, Pompeii and the organization called the Holy Palace Medical Society that gathered around Pompeii had already determined the approximate area where the Black King's embryo was located.

"But I'm curious, what are you going to do after you find him? Are you going to let Ragnarok come early?" Lu Mingfei asked.

Pompey smiled and looked around: "Look at this world, it is crazy and dirty. In the history of the deceased king, the traitors attacked each other, but our hands are stained with his blood. When he returns, he will not forgive us but will kill us... In this case, why not strangle it in the cradle? The old gods will eventually die, and the gods of the new era will be born with the end of Ragnarok. The Holy Palace Medical Society was born from this, and we..."

Pompey's voice became lower and lower, until Lu Mingfei could no longer hear it.

He suddenly chuckled in annoyance, and a fierce light accompanied the king's domain growing around his body.

The body that the White King temporarily constructed with spiritual elements as the carrier disappeared like dust at this moment.

The neighing of horses like lions and tigers broke the dead silence. A loud sound like the roar of a bronze bell came from Lu Mingfei's body. Then he pressed the hilt of the knife, and the two knives were unsheathed with the breath of death.

The realm of Word Spirit. Judgment was compressed to the extreme, the ultimate intention of Iai, the fifth degree of blood burst!

A huge shadow rose from the ground, and the roars of the dragon-blood dogs were accompanied by a mournful smell. The authority of the king of the earth and the mountains was fully exerted. The towering mountains were like giants slowly rising up, casting down terrifying majesty, and the rolling boulders crushed dozens of dragon-blood dogs into minced meat.

After obtaining the authority of Jörmungandr and integrating part of the White King's blood, Lu Mingfei was able to simulate most of the world's words, even the two below the world-destroying level, Judgment and Rhine.

The gale of judgment swept in all directions at a speed of over 600 kilometers per hour. The blades of Ame no Murakami and Lust both carried the ultimate rule of death. Their target was Pompeii's neck. Even after the Dragon King was beheaded, he would not be able to recover in a short time.

Lu Mingfei in the fifth degree blood burst state is far beyond the third degree blood burst state. His strength and senses increase geometrically, and the whole Nibelungen seems to tremble with every breath.

This time, Pompey could no longer easily clamp the blades of the two sharp knives with his fingers, nor could he clamp Lu Mingfei's wrist amid the powerful sword movements.

His expression became ferocious, and pale bandages were suddenly wrapped around his arms. A curved iron spear seemed to squeeze out directly from the gap between the molecules and appear in his hands.

The real Kungunir screamed in delight as it trembled and charged towards Ame no Murasaki and Lust with a strength and speed greater than Pompeii himself.

This was a collision of extreme killing wills. The domains of the kings were expanded to the extreme. In the dense sparks that burst out when weapons were fighting, the iron-faced and one-eyed god and the devil with a hideous face and prominent horns were glaring at each other with gnashing teeth.

“What do you mean by sharing the glory of the new era? All you want is the Jörmungandr core in me!” Lu Mingfei roared.

The white scales were so dense that they seemed like nanorobots jumping between the tightly clasped black scales. Lu Mingfei felt an incomparable power surging out from every blood vessel in his body. The legacy from the White King was pushing his fifth degree of violent blood into a deeper level of dragonization.

Then Lustfully cut open the curved body of Kungunir's spear, and Ame no Murakami cut across Odin's chest!

Chapter 512 Transaction Failed

The attack hit the target and both sides retreated violently!

"What on earth happened on that steam train that you could actually call upon such spiritual elements?" Odin sighed. "Who is controlling this body now, that child named Lu Mingfei, or you? My dear sister?"

"I'm your father." Lu Mingfei said.

God was stunned for a moment.

"I'm your father," Lu Mingfei said again, slowly moving his elbows and cervical vertebrae. With these movements, the scales all over his body opened and closed slightly, like scallops swaying with the ocean currents. The scales were either pale or pitch black, like the mottled snowflakes falling in the coal mines of Bulgaria. After a moment, all the scales snapped together with a faint sound of swords clashing.

When fighting Herzog in Tokyo, Lu Mingfei also pushed his blood violence to the current state, the fifth stage of the road to godhood. But at that time, he could only maintain the fifth degree of blood violence for a short time. The dark abyss kept pulling at his consciousness and soul, as if hell was going to swallow him up and then a devil who wanted to roar at the world would occupy this body.

But after fusing part of the White King's blood and opening the fifth blood burst again, Lu Mingfei actually felt that he seemed to be one step closer to the truth of this world. Everything around him was analyzed in his eyes, the flow of elements, the operation of rules, and the seemingly unbreakable but actually riddled with holes in the corners of this world.

It seems that he holds the power in his hands, the whole world is prostrating before him, and fate can no longer bind him. This short-lived feeling of power is fascinating, and everything in the world is at his fingertips.

Could a true king be this majestic in his prime?

Odin blew the whistle, and Sleipnir, which was far more ferocious and hideous than the eight-legged Pegasus Lu Mingfei had ever seen, ran out from the darkness. Its mane was like tiny lightning, and its body was covered with bronze armor. The ground trembled as it ran. When its front hooves were raised beside Odin, the height could reach three stories. When its hooves landed, the scales on each muscular thigh opened and closed, and the muscles all over its body surged like a flood.

The sky-blue wind cloak fluttered in the wind, and Odin had already climbed onto his horse. In his right hand, he held the holy spear that judged all living things by fate, and in his left hand appeared a huge sword made of obsidian. Sleipnir let out an earth-shaking roar from under his iron mask, lightning chips spewed from his nostrils, and lava flames flowed from his mouth.

There is no point in saying more at this point. All the hypocrisy out of fear of each other is meaningless. All efforts for peace are shattered. The only thing left is the most primitive way of resolving differences between kings, to tear apart the enemy's delusions with blood and fire!

Under the impact of the violent elemental turbulence, the domains of all word spirits collapsed.

The middle-aged man who was always talking dirty hid himself under Odin's iron mask. It seemed that even his own personality had changed, becoming silent and angry.

Lu Mingfei showed a sarcastic expression on his face, “How could an ambitious man who hides in the gutter and uses conspiracies and tricks to achieve his goals use a title like Warrior God?” He said, the box of the seven deadly sins stood beside him like a folding fan, he slowly inserted lust back into it, and laid the box containing the Black King's bones and blood flat next to the bronze box.

Then Lu Mingfei pressed the blade of Tenmu Yun with his left hand to serve as a scabbard, and grasped the handle of the brilliant white bone blade with his right hand and slowly pulled it outwards. The originally short arc-shaped blade like a wakizashi seemed to have no end, and the blade became straight and narrow, until it was pulled out into the shape of a Tang-style long sword, the tip of the blade was finally visible.

Step back, stand in a slanting horse stance, and press the knife with backhand.

The movements were smooth and flowing, and when the sword was drawn, the will to kill reached its peak. The blade pointing at Odin was slightly raised, and the light of the sky was reflected on it, and the blade glowed like snow.

"The horn of Ragnarok has sounded, the fire of this world has long been ignited, and no one can extinguish it." Odin raised his spear, and Sleipnir dug his front hooves into the ground. "I feel your anger, but do you think that you can compete with me just because you have the crown of the king of the earth and the mountains?"

The girl in the Bohemian long dress appeared behind Lu Mingfei again, her hair and skirt were lifted up, and her childish face had an expression as clear as ice.

Then a fire started from the hem of her skirt upwards, and the place where the flame passed turned into a scarlet tasseled skirt. Above her smooth and delicate forehead appeared a laurel wreath that shone brightly in the world.

Xia Mi suddenly became burly, with a long snake tail under the hem of her gorgeous skirt.

The girl leaned over and put her cheek against Lu Mingfei. "Don't be afraid of him, brother." She said, "You have me as your sword and spear, so you have nothing to fear."

She slowly held Lu Mingfei's knife-holding hand, and a force was injected into Lu Mingfei's body out of nowhere.

Perhaps due to the impact of the violent elemental turbulence nearby, towering dark clouds gathered above their heads again. Through the gaps in the clouds, they could see a chaotic luster that was looming like the aurora. Occasionally, electric arcs hundreds of kilometers long shuttled through the black clouds. The four towering mountains below stood silently like silent giants.