Dragon Tribe: Still Thinking Until Now

Lu Mingfei stood up with a knife in hand and lowered his eyelids. He should have thought of a damn, sad fact earlier.

Lu Mingze had said long ago that the sadness in the world is always conserved. If you take away a person's life from the hands of fate, then fate will take away more lives from your hands.

Before this, Lu Mingfei still had some strange sympathy for Norton.

It feels like meeting old friends again on the battlefield. You and him have already become enemies fighting for life and death. All the fallen people around you are your comrades, and their blood has drowned them.

Both of you are covered in scars. Even if he no longer recognizes you and you no longer recognize him, there is still someone in your ear saying, "Let him go, let him go."

Seeing the bright red blood falling on Xia Mi's white body, like red beans printed on a piece of white paper, Lu Mingfei realized that if he really snatched Norton from the hands of fate, then fate would definitely take something more important away from him.

"Principal." Lu Mingfei looked at Ange, he lit up his golden eyes, and his hand had already touched something that was originally hidden close to his body.

"Caesar is nearby, isn't he? He probably has a bullet carved from the Philosopher's Stone in his hand."

Angé looked directly into Lu Mingfei's eyes and nodded slightly.

Xia Mi's sudden attack delayed Norton's advance on the Word Spirit King Flame. At this time, the commissioners were evacuating in an orderly manner, but whether they could leave depended entirely on the king's thoughts.

"I'm here to create opportunities for him, and all Caesar needs to do is to send the bullet into Norton's heart." When Lu Mingfei said this, he clearly looked like a human being, but there were ancient dragons shooting out of his eyes. Such light.

Ange suddenly put his hands on Lu Mingfei's shoulders. He stood behind the boy, like an elder supporting his junior.

He sighed faintly, "Ming Fei, you are no match for Norton now. This is a battlefield for us old guys. People like me have been tortured by hatred for a hundred years, and I deserve to die on the road of revenge."

"Principal, I still have a killer move that I haven't used yet." Lu Mingfei looked down at Xia Mi's fair face, which was delicate and beautiful, and as bright as the spring sunshine.

He suddenly thought that his junior sister was indeed a very pretty girl, and perhaps it would be nice to spend his life with a girl like her.

But he quickly shook off this unrealistic idea.

"A decisive blow?" Angers' eyes flickered.

He is one of the few people in history who knows the truth. Could it be that Lu Mingfei is preparing...

"Remember the fight between me and Odin on the Moniah?" Lu Mingfei said.

Ange was stunned for a moment, "I remember."

"I actually cut off his mask, and underneath was a human face, and the body was also a human body." The thing that Lu Mingfei touched seemed to emit a warm breath, as if it was longing for contact with the hot dragon blood.

"I thought, maybe Odin is indeed a king, but what I met that time was not the real him, but his shadow." Lu Mingfei expressed his guess.

"That mask lent the king's power to that human being, giving him the authority of the king."

He held a mask in his hand, old and rough, made of some silver metal.

Ange's pupils suddenly contracted.

"Odin's Mask! A new one..."

"This is my ultimate move. Only another king can kill the king. Let us recreate the ancient war of kings." Lu Mingfei stood up. His face was expressionless, but his eyes were ferocious and crazy.

"So, brother, are you going to continue the exchange now? That lowly and rebellious man actually dared to hurt your girl. You must let him witness the true wrath of the heavens!" The little devil whispered in his ear.

Lu Mingfei shook his head slightly, "I want to try again. If it doesn't work, just take a quarter of me."

So saying, he placed the iron mask of Odin over his own face.

The violent wind was blown again.

But the source of the wind changed to where Lu Mingfei was.

At this moment, everyone saw that suddenly, without knowing when, such a large cloud gathered in the low sky and moved downward in a vortex shape.

Suddenly, the sound of horse hooves rang out between heaven and earth, clear and deafening, audible in the dead silence.

Accompanied by flashes of lightning and rumbling thunder in the strange clouds in the low sky.

The rainstorm came almost instantly.

The awakening or arrival of something actually triggered...

Elemental turbulence!

"Now, everyone evacuate immediately. I will take over the battlefield." Angers directly bypassed Frost's authority and gave orders to everyone.

The power of the Dragon King is astonishing. Lu Mingfei's transformation into the Dragon King is even more so. The fewer people who see this scene, the better.

The voice of Hilbert Jean Ange is well-known in the world of the Secret Party. He is the leader of nearly half of the mixed-race people in the world today.

With almost no hesitation, the commissioners from the North American branch evacuated immediately.

In the violent storm, the sound of horse hooves seemed to come from the end of the world, yet it was so clear, slow and heavy, and every step shook the earth and the sky. Angé didn't even think it was a horse, but a dragon.

He picked up Xia Mi and disappeared in the rainstorm in an instant, leaving only fluttering carnation petals. The white plant fibers were hit by the heavy raindrops and were ruthlessly torn apart.

Norton suddenly became solemn, and his blazing golden eyes looked in the direction of Lu Mingfei.

Something is coming.

wrong.

He's already here.

A huge shadow stood in the rainstorm. Lu Mingfei had disappeared. In his place stood a masked knight. His horse had eight strong legs. Its name was Sleipnis.

Behind the knight there was an illusory city that seemed to be rippling, and there was a viaduct that spanned the horizon.

The Nibelungen was behind him.

"It really is... Odin." Angé sighed softly.

His image is so iconic, with the dark blue cloak, the raven emblem on his shoulder, and the eight-legged horse Sleipnis.

But he is not like the heroic and fearless warrior in mythology. Although he is tall, his whole body is projected with such strong corruption.

Like thorns that have withered for many years.

The god's body was wrapped in white and yellowish bandages, and armor was covered on the outside of the bandages, like a pharaoh wrapped in a shroud and put into a sturdy coffin.

That was indeed a king.

A true first generation species.

Lu Mingfei did not lie, he did have a special move.

A long time ago, when he first came into contact with Odin, Lu Mingfei took this mask from a deadpool.

Now he has a majesty no less than that of the Dragon King.

Sleipnis, leaping out of the Nibelung, is his throne!

He sat upright on his throne, looking up at the sky quietly.

Through that solid iron mask, Lu Mingfei and Norton looked at each other.

"Come, Norton! Let us continue that damn fate!" He roared like a lion, and Sleipnis leaped into the raging ocean of cavalry, his saber dragging and growing, as if to drink dragon's blood, trembling and buzzing with excitement.

The handsome and majestic monster stomped on the flames and metal pillars, as if ignoring gravity, then leaped high and fell towards Norton and his iron throne.

At this moment, a smile actually appeared on Norton's face.

"Brother, I still remember the pain when you stabbed your sword into my heart," said Norton.

God charges at the thing on the throne!

The ultimate moment of king vs. king has arrived!

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Section 2: Dragon and Dragon

Caesar Gattuso leaned listlessly on the hood of his Bugatti Veyron. This expensive silver toy parked on the roadside was a beautiful sight, not to mention that the blond boy in the black windbreaker had a face as perfect and handsome as Prometheus.

The girls passing by cheered and screamed and greeted him, and even asked for photos with him. Caesar responded with a smile and gave them a flying kiss or a hug when they left.

This is Caesar, a true aristocrat.

A nobleman would never refuse a girl's request. Even if the girl sitting opposite you at a dance had a dinosaur face, you would still have to suppress your nausea and kiss her on the cheek.

Caesar leisurely took a glass of whiskey from the hood and yawned as he watched the luxury cars passing by the entrance of the opera house.

"You're late." Someone appeared behind him silently.

At this moment, the man who possesses the most wealth in the entire mixed-race society is Frost Gattuso.

Acting patriarch of the Gattuso family.

"I've never been a punctual person." Caesar shrugged.

"You almost missed sharing a king's feast," said Frost.

"Uncle, I heard that you deprived Lu Mingfei of his weapon, and even went so far as to offend the Senate and the principal for this." Caesar turned his head and glanced at the old man with a smile.

"You are the most cherished treasure of our family for hundreds of years. Your bloodline and your talent are both first-class. Caesar, you are born to be a leader. You are destined to be an emperor." The old man stepped forward and stood shoulder to shoulder with Caesar.

"You know, uncle? Lu Mingfei told me something a few days ago. He said I was a typical Chuunibyou patient. The funny thing is, I always thought it was a real disease and even searched it online. But the Internet says that Chuunibyou means 'certain morbid self-consciousness of teenagers in the second grade of junior high school'. People with this disease often say stupid things, such as 'I am different from others', 'It's not me who is wrong, it's the world', 'This is the real wisdom' and so on." Caesar hesitated,

"To be honest, I actually think those words make sense and feel good. Maybe I really am a chuunibyou patient. But you told me today that I am the destined emperor... Hehe, uncle, you may have reached the advanced stage of chuunibyou."

"You can think what you want, but what I want to say is that the family loves you," said Frost.

Caesar sneered, "I don't want to argue with you about family love at this time. Your so-called family is worthless in my eyes."

"Think about it, Caesar, the greatest emperors are dead, the Black King or the White King. Now only the four monarchs who have revived are left in the world. This is an era when humans are extremely powerful. We kill the kings, destroy the dragons, and the hybrids will become the new dragon clan. And you, my child, you will become the king of the whole world." Frost's voice was gentle but full of a certain temptation, which was the temptation to ascend the throne.

But Caesar raised his head and drank the liquor in one gulp. "King? No, I don't think so. Even if I become an emperor one day, I will only be a puppet in the hands of those old guys in the family. I have no interest in becoming such a king."

"You don't trust us, Caesar, but one day you will know that the family loves every one of his children." Frost also leaned on the hood.

"Then you just keep waiting. Wait as long as you are willing to, until the steel decays, until the throne collapses, until all the gods and dragons are killed!" Caesar looked into the distance, where dark clouds were rolling and gathering over the winding mountains, their color as heavy as lead.

"That's the direction of Six Flags Amusement Park. Norton, the King of Bronze and Fire, has awakened there." Frost said.

"As far as I know, Lu Mingfei and Xia Mi are both there, and Principal Angers also came to Chicago today. With them here, I'm not worried." Caesar poured himself another glass of wine.

"You underestimated a king." Frost's face was gloomy. "Without the complete Seven Deadly Sins, they don't have the power to kill Norton."

Caesar's hand, which was holding up the wine glass, paused in the air.

Chapter 75: The Eternal Sorrow (4)

Caesar lowered his head and pondered for a long time. His face was expressionless. He turned his head and looked at the old man. "It's you. You took a part of the seven deadly sins from Lu Mingfei. If Norton escapes from this ambush, you, Frost Gattuso, will become the greatest sinner in the history of mixed-bloods. This is a shameful betrayal. Your sins will be remembered by everyone, and your name will be despised by people even a thousand years later!"

"Of course the old king will die today, as long as you, Caesar, no longer reject the kindness of your family." Frost put his right hand on Caesar's left shoulder.