From Hokage to Visionary

After sighing for a moment, Zaratul cleared his distracting thoughts and turned to look at Pompey: "Congratulations, Holy Son, you have taken another step forward and entered the realm of demigod."

"Is this the form of a mythical creature?"

Pompey raised one hand, looked at his palm which was covered with bloated scales like gelatin, and turned to look at Zaratul: "I seem to be able to hear His voice, is it normal?"

"It's okay, this is normal, don't worry."

Zaratul smiled calmly and explained, "But there is one thing. Although the mythical creature form can enhance combat power, it is best not to maintain it for too long. This will cause a great burden on you."

He said this not out of a change of heart, but simply because he didn't want this "chess piece" to be scrapped too early.

After all, it cost a lot to cultivate a Pompeii.

"Really? I don't think there's anything wrong with that."

Pompey grinned, looking nonchalant. He liked his current form very much. The feeling of being filled with power really made him addicted.

However, considering His current state of dignity, it was indeed a bit terrifying.

"I'm just suggesting it. It's up to you whether you listen to it or not."

Zaratul said calmly without changing his expression.

"Zaratul, I am very curious, who is stronger between you and me now?"

Affected by the 'tyrant' path, Pompey became extremely manic and belligerent. He half-squinted his eyes and looked at Zaratul provocatively.

In the hall, there was a heavy low pressure, with bright white light jumping from time to time and dull thundering sounds.

"You can try."

Zaratul still kept smiling, not caring about Pompey's provocation at all.

The extraordinary people of the Tyrant Path are naturally very irritable and often cannot tell the difference between a joke and a taunt. Once their anger erupts, they may not even consider the overall situation.

Therefore, he is truly worthy of the title of "angry brother" by most netizens in the book.

"hehe."

Pompeii was filled with a fighting spirit, and his pupils were filled with a blazing white light.

An invisible pressure enveloped the hall like a tsunami. Every brick, every column, and even the particles in the atmosphere seemed to be vibrating and wailing.

The violent wind swirled rapidly in the hall, creating friction with the ions in the air.

Zila Zila——!

A terrifying hurricane was swirling around, and its air currents were mixed with violent lightning, destroying everything caught in it.

Zaratul grinned.

The weather has cleared up and the rain has stopped. Do you think you can do it again?

Then, he suddenly took half a step forward, raised his hand and slapped him.

boom!

The tornado that had just formed was shattered by a slap.

Then, Zaratul slapped Pompey in the direction of his backhand.

Mind whipping!

Mind whipping!

Mind whipping!

Although it looked like a slap, in fact, he directly condensed dozens of mental whips and hit Pompeii's astral body fiercely.

pain!

Severe pain!

This was Pompey's first reaction, the pain from the depths of his soul, the burning sensation like a whip, almost made him scream.

Pompeii instantly returned to his original form from the mythical creature. His entire face was distorted, with blood vessels and veins bulging out. Beads of sweat as big as beans were visible to the naked eye and kept dripping down his cheeks.

But he still gritted his teeth, trying hard not to scream.

After all, it's too embarrassing!

Pompey was breathing heavily, and there was a hint of fear in his eyes when he looked at Zaratul.

Oh, dealing with this kind of stuff is not so easy at all.

Zaratul sneered in his heart, but his face was expressionless. He said calmly: "It seems that I am still stronger. Saint Son, you need to work harder."

The immortal old Pompeii was extremely angry, but his remaining spiritual power restrained his desire to fight to the death.

“He” gnashed his teeth, staring at the calm old man with bloodshot eyes, as if he was ready to swallow his anger, humiliation, and blood: “Zaratul is really powerful, hahahaha.”

"That's enough of the probing, let's get back to the point."

Zaratul stroked his beard and said calmly, "I observed the stars at night and felt that the next time the black star would rise into the sky would be in three days."

"Where's the location?"

Pompey suddenly became excited, as if he felt that he could do it again.

To hold a summoning ceremony, the correct time, place, and sacrifices are required, and three elements must come together.

"Cassell."

Zaratul smiled slightly, revealing an indescribable meaning.

"Caselle? Haha, that's just what I want!"

Pompey's palm, which was holding the chair, suddenly had blue veins popping out, and he crushed it into stone powder, with a blazing light flashing in his eyes: "It's just right, where everything started, it should end there!"

Cassell College, Chicago.

Coming out of Schneider's operations meeting room, everyone was not in a very good mood.

Xia Mi, in particular, was in an even more depressed mood. After seeing with her own eyes the tragic scene of her former companions having their bones and blood devoured, even though they were hostile to each other, she still couldn't help feeling grieving for the loss of the rabbit.

Caesar and Nono looked at each other, as if they had a telepathic connection, and said in unison: "We have something to do, so we'll leave first."

Then, he dragged the confused Lu Mingfei away, leaving only Xia Mi and Chu Zihang.

Chu Zihang held his forehead and sighed. He could understand why they did this. It was simply to leave some private space for himself and Xia Mi. He also had a lot of questions and wanted to ask Xia Mi in person, but the problem was that their approach was a bit too obvious!

He turned to look at Xia Mi who was in a depressed mood. He was always very calm, but for some reason he was a little flustered.

"How about you talk to me?"

After holding it in for a long time, Chu Zihang finally said it.

Xia Mi looked at him with a helpless look and couldn't help laughing out loud, and her depressed mood was relieved a lot.

"Hehe, if you don't want to, forget it." Chu Zihang said hurriedly.

Fortunately, since he became like this, other people can no longer see his expression, otherwise his face would definitely turn red by now.

"Okay."

Xia Mi lifted her hair from her temples, walking among the flying petals on campus.

Quiet and playful, with an elf-like cute face, the corners of her lips raised with just the right arc, her smile was like a warm spring breeze, blowing into Chu Zihang's heart in an instant.

Chu Zihang's emotions were surging, and fragments seemed to flash through his mind.

On a rainy day, he was walking on the roadside which was full of water. A white arm reached out to him and held a transparent umbrella for him.

The quirky girl walked on the shoulder of the road in a playful and lively manner, jumping up and down, full of youthful energy. She lowered her head from time to time and chattered something.

At that time, he didn't hear clearly what the girl said, but he smelled a fragrance.

"Hey, why are you dazed?"

Xia Mi stretched out a hand, waved it in front of Chu Zihang's eyes, and said angrily: "Did you hear what I said to you?"

The white jade-like palm passed across his face, leaving behind a familiar fragrance, pulling Chu Zihang back to reality from his memories.

"Sorry, something just popped up in my head."

Chu Zihang showed an apologetic look and said, "Can you repeat it again?"

"Forget it, I won't bother with you anymore." Xia Mi crossed her arms, stared at Chu Zihang, and said, "Follow me, don't be distracted again!"

"Oh."

Chu Zihang behaved very well and followed Xia Mi.

The two walked for a long time, remaining silent all the time, until they reached the top of the mountain next to the academy. Xia Mi then found a piece of grass with a wide view and sat down.

"I'm so tired. I should have borrowed a car earlier." The girl pounded her slender calf and complained.

Chu Zihang came quietly and sat down beside him. At this time, the sky had completely darkened, and the stars were hanging in the night sky. The scenery was quite nice.

"Ask~"

Xia Mi crossed her legs, crossed her arms, looked at the starry night sky, and said calmly: "I know you have a lot of questions to ask me, don't worry. I will tell you everything I should tell you."

Chu Zihang thought of the first question. He turned around and looked at Xia Mi seriously: "Did we know each other before?"

Xia Mi was silent for a moment, then nodded slightly and said, "Yes, when we were in Shilan Middle School, we not only knew each other, but we were also friends."

"Then why don't I remember it?" Chu Zihang stared at the girl, with an inexplicable look in his eyes.

"Because I deleted that memory of yours."

Xia Mi had a complicated look in her eyes. She didn't want to look at Chu Zihang. She buried her head in her knees and said in a muffled voice, "I don't want you to remember those days."

"why?"

Chu Zihang was stunned for a moment, frowning, a little confused.

"Pass! Next question!"

However, Xia Mi shook her head, crossed her arms, made a big 'X', and pouted: "I refuse to answer this question, next one, next one!"

Chu Zihang, who was rejected, had a head full of question marks.

But soon, he regained his composure and asked again, "Are you really the Dragon King?"

"Nonsense, absolutely genuine, the real Dragon King!"

When this was mentioned, Xia Mi patted her barren chest with a proud expression: "I, the king of the earth and mountains, Jörmungandr!"

Looking at Xia Mi's proud face, Chu Zihang's mouth twitched. Is it really okay to shout so loudly?

If any students from Kassel heard it nearby, there would be an explosion of public opinion in the forum the next day!

"Aren't the Dragon Kings twins?" Chu Zihang asked.

"Yeah, what's wrong?"

Xia Mi asked.

"No, I'm just curious. I haven't seen anyone else around you." Chu Zihang said.

"My brother has a low intelligence quotient. He is like a child, so he has always stayed in Nibelungen and never came out." Xia Mi suddenly felt a little depressed. When she thought of her brother, if she really died this time, who would take care of him?

Chu Zihang looked at the depressed girl and said reluctantly: "Perhaps, you can go to the principal, he should have a solution."

"I once thought that if I died, I would completely close the Nibelungen."

Xia Mi stared blankly at the starry sky, exuding a lonely aura, and whispered: "I don't need Him to avenge me. It's good to just live alone like this."

“I think you don’t have to be so pessimistic.”

Chu Zihang thought for a moment and said, "Since the principal has chosen to let you go, he must have a way to resolve this matter."

"Hey, Chu Zihang"

Xia Mi suddenly turned around, her bright eyes seemed to contain deep affection, staring at Chu Zihang: "If, one day, someone asked you to kill me, what would you do?"

Chu Zihang was stunned for a moment and opened his mouth, not knowing what to say.

In my mind, it seemed like there were two little people fighting, one shouting that I couldn’t be killed, and the other shouting that I must be killed.

"Never mind. I was just kidding."

Xia Mi's eyes dimmed slightly, and then she returned to her mischievous look and made a face: "Don't mind it, I was just talking nonsense~"

Then, the girl stood up from the lawn, patted the mud and sand on her butt, and said, "Let's go, it's getting late."

Looking at the girl's departing back, Chu Zihang lowered his eyes, as if talking to himself, and said softly: "I won't kill you."