Dragon Tribe: Still Thinking Until Now

They cannot feel warmth and do not know the meaning of existence. When they are alive, they long to die, and after they die, they long to live again.

Every Dragon King is such a contradictory individual. Long ago, when Nidhogg, the supreme, great, and powerful, created Jörmungandr, he left her with the most sensitive soul. She feels more deeply about loneliness and darkness, so she is more keen to imitate and contact humans.

Xia Mi was such a sad child. In the darkness, loneliness turned into an indestructible chain, pulling her into a bottomless ravine. There was an abyss called hell, and a dragon that fell into it would become a bloodthirsty and brutal beast.

But another millennium ended, and the endless darkness cracked into spider-web-like lines, from which flowed a warm light like candlelight. In the new millennium, what greeted Jörmungandr was not the eternal loneliness, but a boy who vowed to always stand by her side and was not so fond of smiling.

Xia Mi still remembers their first meeting. It was a summer day that still sparkles in her memory. At that time, she was still confused and ignorant, living in the cracks of the world, not knowing whether she was a human or a dragon.

The little girl stood on tiptoe and pressed her face against the iron fence of the court to look inside. She could see the senior boys sweating profusely. Whenever there was a beautiful pitch, the girls next to them would scream loudly.

The memory of that day is actually a little vague. Xia Mi only remembers that the playground behind her was crowded with people, and boys and girls in Shilan Middle School uniforms were walking side by side on the tree-lined path beside her. The gravel that paved the path was rustling, and the boys were noisy and loudly telling some lame jokes to attract the attention of the girls they liked, and the girls covered their faces and laughed.

Also, cicadas are noisy.

She hid carefully like a stray cat, secretly observing the child who was marked by Odin.

The loneliness is heartbreaking.

"Are you watching Chu Zihang play basketball?" Suddenly, a very tall boy leaned on the fence beside her, casting a large shadow to shield her from the still scorching September sun.

The child naturally handed over a bottle of frozen Nongfu Spring water that was still emitting white steam. The frozen mineral water gave Xia Mi a layer of small goose bumps when it touched her skin, and even her throat, which had originally had little feeling, seemed to be smoking.

Xia Mi took the ice water and gulped it down. Then she leaned to the side with her slender body alertly and looked at the boy with a wary look like a kitten being fed by a passerby.

She couldn't help but hold the bottle tightly, but the wariness in her eyes disappeared for no reason.

"My name is Lu Mingfei. I'm in high school this year. Chu Zihang and I are friends. Your name is Xia Mi, right? I've heard that you're the most beautiful girl in the junior high school." The boy said slowly.

Xia Mi snorted twice as a reply, but she still did not take her eyes off the boy named Lu.

The tall boy was wearing the school uniform of Shilan Middle School, his eyebrows were droopy and he looked like he had not woken up yet. Xia Mi had heard of this man's name in school.

It is said that Lu Mingfei was an ordinary person before the third year of junior high school. In fact, he could not be said to be very bad, but he was really not a big deal in Shilan Middle School where there were many experts. He was just like the grass growing on the roadside that anyone could step on.

It is also said that this guy's parents are elite archaeologists who went abroad, so they had to send their precious son to live with his uncle and aunt for a long time. However, Shuangyou's parents gave birth to such a son who was barely defective, and his uncle and aunt really couldn't muster the energy to support him, so this senior brother Lu had a pretty miserable life in the first two years of junior high school.

Until the last semester of the third year of junior high school, it was as if a bolt of lightning struck Lu Shenren. He seemed to have undergone a 360-degree transformation overnight, from a well-known loser in the school to a male god figure like Chu Zihang.

Oh, at that time Chu Zihang was called Lu Mang.

Xia Mi also entered the third grade of junior high school by listening to the legend of Lu Mingfei. She didn't expect that the legendary figure would appear in front of her. But the boy seemed a little different from what Xia Mi imagined. She imagined that Lu Mingfei should be a face-numbing killer like Chu Zihang, standing there as if someone owed him 2.58 million.

The Lu Mingfei in front of him was just a big boy who spoke very gently. Although his eyebrows were drooping, there was still a little curve at the corners of his mouth, as if he was thinking about something very interesting.

However, what really made Xia Mi unable to take her eyes away was not this, but the loneliness flowing from the depths of her blood, which only people like her could perceive.

The child standing next to her always has a sense of vicissitudes that does not match his age. His eyes are droopy to hide the fatigue that is gushing out from the deepest part of his heart.

He seemed to be out of tune with this world, and everything around him seemed to have nothing to do with him. Xia Mi realized that in Lu Mingfei's heart, he was a complete outsider, and his loneliness was comparable to the sorrow of blood, or even worse.

Perhaps she was still in the early stages of awakening. The girl curiously glanced at the boy who was staring into the distance. The longer she looked at him, the more she felt the loneliness coming like a gentle tide, which was about to drown the two of them.

"Senior Brother Lu is so handsome." Xia Mi held up her chin, "As handsome as Senior Brother Chu."

"I can help you pursue Chu Zihang. He is actually a fool when it comes to love." Lu Mingfei scratched the back of his head. He was a little shy.

"Okay, okay, Senior Brother Lu, you are such a nice person." Xia Mi's eyes curved when she smiled.

Lu Mingfei touched his nose and said, "Don't give out nice guys cards to others casually, Junior Sister... Then do you want me to ask him out to the movies tonight? He will definitely agree."

"No, I have to go home early. It's a bit far, and I also have to start learning to cook for myself. I don't have time." Xia Mi pouted angrily.

"Learn to cook?" Lu Mingfei was stunned.

"We don't live in our adoptive parents' house anymore, so we have to learn to do housework ourselves. It's very troublesome. We don't have time to hang out at night." Xia Mi frowned.

After a few seconds she got no response, so she looked up at the person next to her, but saw a hand on top of her head and the boy sighed softly.

"Shall I teach you?" He leaned down slightly and stared into Xia Mi's eyes. Those dark eyes were originally filled with dead loneliness and fatigue, but now they seemed to be shining with stars.

——The violent field suddenly stagnated, and Xia Mi's dragon transformation was interrupted at this moment, just like she had just kicked Chu Zihang away when he was about to start the fourth blood burst. The process was stopped without any signs.

Something was coming, it was far more powerful than Xiami and Jörmungandr. A fierce, blade-like wind immediately covered the battlefield, and the rain was blown up like fierce hail.

Xia Mi looked up in surprise. She saw a huge sword blade cutting through the sky. The black clouds were torn apart in an instant, and standing in the clouds was a majestic king riding a black horse.

She staggered and almost tripped, and her golden eyes trembled violently with great surprise.

"Brother...Brother?" She murmured in a voice almost like a whisper, but there was no joy of reunion in her voice, only deep fear.

Because she remembered that this one of the four great monarchs should have died long ago. His throne was the sky and the wind, and his name was Xiang Yu.

The knight standing in the clouds seemed to notice her, but the person he wanted to kill was not Xia Mi. The knife-like hurricane also bypassed Xia Mi. The murderous intent was fixed on Odin, who was also riding a horse. The huge domain expanded outward with Xiang Yu as the center.

When Chu Zihang ran wildly, there was a whistling sound that tore through the air. At this moment, he actually passed Xia Mi, like a ferocious beast. When he swung the demon sword Murasame, it smashed the oncoming raindrops.

The murderous intent in his eyes was almost as intense as that of the monarch in the clouds.

Xia Mi was stunned for only two seconds, and a new, larger and more oppressive time zero zone was opened by the King of Sky and Wind and covered the area where Lu Mingfei and Odin were.

A roar sounded ahead.

She suddenly looked up and saw that the halberd in the hand of the king riding on the black horse had disappeared, leaving a huge gap in the rain, as if it had been pierced by a giant dragon and had not yet been filled.

At a time when even Jörmungandr was unable to capture him, the king standing in the clouds had already taken action!

Who is his target?

Who is he going to kill?

Xia Mi suddenly became frightened, her eyes seemed to penetrate the dense rain and see the end of it all.

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Facing the desperate siege of thousands of troops, the king sat high on the throne, the steed under him trampled on the fragments of thunder and lightning, and launched a charge towards death from a high position. For a moment, the army looked down upon him, and even millions of people could not stop him.

Angé clenched his folding knife tightly, his knuckles turning white. He knew that this was actually just a spiritual world that the second-generation species had dragged him into, perhaps a battlefield she had experienced before. But Angé felt his tailbone go numb, as if an electric current spread along his spine to his limbs and bones, causing his body to tremble slightly. Shock, solemnity, and solemnity, many emotions filled his soul in an instant, but then his body relaxed.

Xiang Yu, the King of Western Chu, lived two thousand years ago. He died on the banks of the Wujiang River. His body was divided into five parts and his soul was suppressed.

Even if he was a Dragon King, he was a dead Dragon King. His dragon bone cross had been divided up. He was truly dead and had completely disappeared from history. From the ancient Age of Gods to the modern times when the Industrial Revolution broke out, and even into the future when humans might set foot on the starry sky, he would never come back.

"It's really spectacular! The first true co-governance between dragons and humans has come to an end today." The man who had been behind Ange spoke in a low voice. Footsteps sounded, and he finally stood beside the old man. The man was wearing a black classic windbreaker. Under the golden light from the eyes of the figure swooping down from the top of the mountain, he was just a thin and straight silhouette. But Ange could still see that he was wearing a brown monocle and on the index finger of his left hand was an ancient silver ring with an unclear totem.

"How long has it been since we last met, Hilbert?"

"The last time we met was in the autumn of 1900, so it should be one hundred and ten years now. I am already a one hundred and thirty-year-old old man, but you are still so young, just as I remember." Angé wiped the corners of his eyes. He never looked at the man's face, but it seemed that all his attention was focused on the corner of his eyes.

"Perhaps it's because you were originally a shadow cut out of my memory?" Ange lowered his eyelids, as if he was mourning at a funeral, tapping his chest with his right hand, as if he wanted to feel if there was still a heart beating inside. "It's been a long time since we last met, Menech. It's been so long that I almost forgot what you looked like."

"After I die, will the name of Menech Cassel glorify the history of slaying dragons?" Menech Cassel and Ange went to watch the fighting on the battlefield side by side. His tone was still light, as if they had been choosing their favorite female companions together at a dance party at Cambridge University a hundred years ago.

"Not only you, but also our most reliable companions Lu Shanyan, 'Chief' Brendan, 'Tiger' Jamal, 'Gravedigger' Gambet, 'Silver Wing' Charlotte and 'Iron Cross' Mayek. Your names are shining throughout the history of dragon slaying." Angé said softly, "Remember we had a beautiful Indian girl codenamed 'Ghost'? She had a crush on Lu Shanyan. I buried them together. Among Lu Shanyan's descendants, there was a great child who will inherit our business."

Menech hugged Ange's shoulders. He was so strong and the smell of cigars still lingered on his body, just like a hundred years ago.

"This is not like the Hilbert Jean Ange I have heard of today, my friend, how could you say something like 'someone will inherit our cause'? Isn't our cause to prevent the inevitable doomsday and chop off Nidhogg's head on the day he resurrects?" He said loudly, not shying away from the outrageous words he was saying.

"Heard?" Ange was suddenly stunned.

He finally gazed into the eyes of the silhouette of Menech Cassel in his memory. Unexpectedly, those deep brown eyes were actually filled with Menech's unique eagerness and vitality.

"You..." Ange's eyes widened, "Is it really you?"

"Guaranteed genuine." The man nodded easily.

The noisy world seemed to stop at this moment.

Chapter 118 Convergence

Chu Zihang no longer looked at Xia Mi. His remaining rationality still told him that if he did that, the hatred in his eyes that was almost as hot as a wildfire would be exposed to the girl.

If she were still a girl.

Chu Zihang has always known that Odin is an ancient dragon, so he hates all dragons.

Now, the boy and girl, whose dragon transformation levels are almost equal, are running neck and neck. Like lions and tigers out of cages, they tear through the realm of time zero and arrive at the final battlefield.

Everything was within reach, but at this moment there was a loud explosion.

Suddenly, a sharp scream came from the other side of the low slope, and something sharp broke through the air. It was an iron spear with a distorted shape that was almost exactly the same as Kungunir. This iron spear was thrown by Odin who appeared later. His armor immediately burst into dazzling flames, and the monstrous eight-legged horse sank all over. The eight legs that were like pillars and covered with scales bent violently, and the raindrops around that were falling slowly due to the zero influence of time were all shaken away.

The iron spear rose into the sky on a straight trajectory, and the sharp whistling sound tore through the silence.

There is a gap in the separated cloud that runs through the rain curtain and leads to the starting point from which it was thrown out.

Perhaps it was because the distance was too far, or perhaps it was due to some kind of restriction of rules, the front end of the gap, which was originally held in the hand of the King of Sky and Wind, just fell down as heavily as a mountain, and was not as swift as the expected wind.

The iron spear thrown by Odin was aimed at the halberd.

Odin, who was holding the giant sword, had a single magnificent eye burning with a fierce light that illuminated the abyss. He leaped onto the horse and actually set foot on the clouds as well, but he was not as high and mighty as Xiang Yu. Instead, he looked like a treacherous minister who was about to rebel against his superior!

The halberd had not arrived yet, but the people behind Odin had already realized that it was an inevitable and fatal attack, and they had to go all out.

Even the light seemed to be blown away by the strong wind, and the whole world became dark and deep in an instant.

The giant sword was unsheathed like a dazzling rainbow, burning with blazing light!

Odin's posture is actually Iai!

That was the speed slash in Japanese swordsmanship. The moment the long sword left the sheath, it reached a speed that was invisible to the naked eye. The opponent often didn't understand what happened after being stabbed. This was Lu Mingfei's best fighting start, and he would never be wrong. In the previous time and space, he had used similar speed slashes to defeat the targets of the missions issued by the academy more than once.

These targets include desperadoes whose bloodline level can even be judged as A, out-of-control hybrids that have fallen after using immature evolutionary drugs, and fourth-generation and third-generation dragons that are fleeing throughout South America.

In a sense, Lu Mingfei is a master of Japanese swords and Japanese sword techniques. He is of course well aware of the terrifying power of the swift slash with the blessing of time zero.

The monstrous god performed Iai with a giant sword weighing hundreds of kilograms or even nearly a ton. Odin's power was indeed comparable to that of the Hulk as the little devil said. With this giant sword Iai, tearing the air apart, it also tears apart everything standing in front of the sword holder, even a mountain peak would be split in two!

The characteristic of this sword technique is that there is no defense or blocking, only all-out attack, and one of the two fighting parties must be injured in the attack.

There was a long distance between Odin and the long halberd that fell from the sky like a divine punishment with a magnificent majesty, but when he drew the sword from its sheath, the tip of the sword had already reached Xiang Yu's attack!

The roar of swords was deafening, even louder than thunder, and it even made people mistakenly think that the bell of Ragnarok was being rung.

A brilliant light emanated from the one-eyed god. He brushed past the falling halberd, and the giant sword was unsheathed and put back into the scabbard. In the moment of passing each other, he completed a complete Iai. The sword blade was as unshakable as a mountain, and the majestic killing weapon swept across the air with an impact as sharp as a knife.

The giant sword hummed, and the halberd did not shake at all.

But this would definitely not be the end. Odin's majesty was challenged, and large flocks of ravens gathered under the clouds in all directions like a tide, like a black sea suspended in the sky.

He reined in his horse and turned around. Sleipnir snorted loudly. They almost merged into one and turned into overlapping shadows at the same time, brushing against the halberd for the second time!

The time zero domain belonging to Odin was completely shrunk. Now the miraculous words acted on this magnificent giant god. His speed was incredibly fast. No one could say to what extent he had pushed the words.

But the third sword, the fourth sword, the fifth sword... Odin and Sleipnir charged repeatedly, and the giant sword rolled up a hurricane that swept across the sky and the earth. Each time, the ancient alchemical weapon was confronting the sky and the wind king's weapons that seemed to be bound to kill the gods. The uninterrupted thunder roared, and the giant sword poured out a galaxy-like sword light at the halberd stabbed by the falling death. The sound of metal colliding and the sound of sharp blades tearing the air mixed together, like the thunder connecting heaven and earth at doomsday falling from every cloud.