From Hokage to Visionary

No, we must retreat!

In the current situation, continuing to fight Nidhogg would be tantamount to seeking death!

Pompey made an immediate judgment and turned around without hesitation, riding the strong wind and lightning, trying to escape into the Nibelungen.

As long as he can enter Nibelungen, even the Black King Nidhogg will not be able to catch him!

Pompey thought in his mind, the plan was perfect.

But, can Lu Mingfei really do as he wishes?

Ripples appeared in space, but just when Pompeii was within reach, Lu Mingfei grabbed his arm with a cold look in his eyes: "I knew you would run away!"

"Brother, Xia Mi, after sacrificing so many people, how could we possibly let you get away!"

The golden eyes shone brightly, and the boy punched down without any change.

boom!

The void seemed to turn into the surface of a lake, and the air currents were like rippling water waves, making a rustling sound.

Pompey felt dizzy and raised his arms to try to block the blows, but in an instant a huge force was applied to his body, shattering his arm and sternum. His chest actually collapsed from the blow.

Then, he flew backwards like a cannonball, dragging a whistling sonic boom, and crashed directly into the edge of the tiankeng, raising a large amount of smoke, dust and sand.

Lu Mingfei stepped on the ground again, and with a thunderous explosion, his body moved as fast as a startled wild goose. In a blink of an eye, he crossed a distance of dozens of meters and pounced on Pompeii like a tiger.

"Wait"

Before he could utter a word, Pompey was greeted by a violent storm of punches.

In an instant, the air flow exploded and the sky was filled with domineering fist shadows. The fierce gale emptied the surrounding air flow, leaving only one heavy blow after another.

No matter how hard Pompey tried to resist, he couldn't withstand Lu Mingfei's crazy hammering like a blacksmith, and his whole body was beaten into a bloody mess.

Rumble.

Smoke and dust rolled in all directions, and the huge vibration caused the tiankeng to collapse again.

In the ruins, Pompeii's arms were broken and bleeding profusely. He was lying in the mud. He had been punched so many times that his human form was almost unrecognizable.

"Huchi. Huchi"

Lu Mingfei was breathing heavily, staring at Pompey with bloodshot eyes.

Even so, he still couldn't lose heart and wished he could eat the man alive and crush his bones!

"That's enough, brother."

Lu Mingze said softly.

It's not that he felt sorry for Pompeii, but he didn't want to see his brother fall into the path of killing!

"Chachalatu, save me--!"

Pompeii, who was on the verge of death, cried out for help again.

"Don't think about it!"

Lu Mingfei’s face changed drastically. He had suffered this loss last time, how could he possibly suffer this again?

Immediately, he clenched his fist and smashed it towards Pompey's head, with almost extreme speed.

But the same ending appeared before him again.

An old man in a yellow robe appeared without warning and easily blocked his fist with just one finger.

But. Damn it!

Veins bulged on Lu Mingfei's forehead, but no matter how hard he tried, he could not move forward even a single step.

Then, Zaratul grabbed Lu Mingfei's wrist, swung it to the side, and slammed it heavily on the other end of the tiankeng.

After doing all this, he turned his head to look at the half-dead Pompeii on the ground, and pursed his lips: "Pompeii, you really disappoint me. I gave you such a powerful force, but in the end you were defeated by a few children?"

"Save me, Zaratul!"

Although Pompey felt ashamed, his life was the most important thing, so he could only lower his face and beg: "You can't lose me, I am the Son of God, and only I can hear the voice of the Lord!"

"Of course, you are the Son of God, I should save you."

Zaratul stroked his beard and smiled faintly: "However, your repeated failures have disappointed the Lord."

"What do you mean?"

Pompey was horrified, and vaguely sensed something strange in Zaratul's tone.

"Means nothing."

Zaratul took out a crystal bottle from his bosom, which contained azure liquid medicine, and said with a smile: "You have to prove to the Lord that you are still valuable."

"What's this?"

Although Pompey guessed it, he still didn't dare to say it out loud.

"Sequence 3: Aquaman!"

Zaratul smiled and said, "Drink it, and you will be promoted to Sequence Three."

"No, no!" Pompey suppressed the desire in his heart, a trace of fear flashed in his eyes, and he said in horror: "I can feel that my consciousness is being devoured by something. If I drink this thing again, I will disappear completely. I can't drink it!"

“Doesn’t power always come with risks?”

Zaratul tilted his head, looked at Pompey meaningfully, and said calmly: "From the moment you drank the first bottle of potion, there was no turning back. There are only two options before you. Either choose to drink it, or I pour it into your mouth."

"Zaratul, I am the Son of God!"

Pompey finally realized that the old man in front of him was not a good person at all!

The power of the potion hides dangers that he has never discovered!

"Okay, Holy Son~"

Zaratul half-knelt down and snapped his fingers: "Then let me personally help you take the 'magic potion'."

"no, do not want!"

Pompey clearly didn't want to open his mouth, but he couldn't control his body and his mouth opened. His pupils suddenly shrank, filled with horror and fear: "What on earth did you do to me?!"

"Nothing, just a small measure."

Zaratul smiled and stuffed the entire crystal bottle into Pompey's mouth.

Well, with the dragon's digestive system, a mere crystal bottle is no problem at all.

“Zaratul——!!!”

Pompey's pupils dilated, and he could clearly feel that the potion was being absorbed into his body.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 415: The End of the Dragon Clan, Sequence Two Insighter!

“Ahhhh——!!!”

Pompeii's painful wails and screams filled the entire sky above Kassel College.

Even Lu Mingfei couldn't help but shiver all over after hearing the shrill scream, as if his hairs were standing on end.

"What did he feed Pompeii?!" He looked at Pompeii in horror, his whole body twisting and twitching, and sticky tentacles constantly growing out, as if he had completely mutated. Pompeii said in horror.

"No, I don't know."

Lu Mingze swallowed and said with difficulty: “I guess it’s probably related to Pompeii’s power!”

But, what on earth could make a dragon become such a 'ghost'? !

Could it be that Lu Mingze and Lu Mingfei had a telepathic connection and instantly thought of those strange existences in the depths of the starry sky that Mr. Adam mentioned!

"Zaratul!!!"

Pompeii's screams filled with malice and hatred were twisted into spiritual oppression.

call!

The hurricane blows by!

Lu Mingfei and Lu Mingze felt the spiritual shock at the same time!

The twisted, ugly, and hateful screams were like countless tentacles entangled with their souls, dragging them into the dark abyss.

"Don't look, brother!"

Lu Mingze reminded loudly.

They both closed their eyes at the same time, not daring to look at Pompeii again.

"Ahhhhh."

Pompeii's miserable screams lingered in the clouds for a long time.

And "He" himself is facing extremely terrifying changes. Glial-like mucus covers his body surface, and fine scales continue to grow. More and more sticky tentacles emerge from all over his body, dancing wantonly, with scarlet eyeballs opening at the end.

Sequence three is the threshold before entering the [Angel]. Under normal circumstances, it takes a long time to digest the potion.

Pompey, who had neither fully digested the potion nor mastered the role-playing method, and who did not understand any spirituality, drank the potion without holding a ceremony and entered "Sequence Three". This was tantamount to directly handing over his spirituality and mind to the potion!

The price of doing this is complete madness!

Rumble——!

A terrible sonic boom exploded in the sky, mixed with the whimpering of the wind realm.

The gathering dark clouds formed into a human face that resembled Pompeii's face, but were soon distorted into the image of an octopus-like monster.

“The Authority Begins to Become Manifest”

Zaratul looked up at the sky, his expression never changing: "Whether he can successfully enter Sequence Three depends on his willpower."

Silver-white electric snakes kept flashing in the clouds, carrying a strong and tyrannical aura that seemed to be destructive.

The hurricane howled wildly between heaven and earth, and the terrifying spiritual realm expanded to hundreds and thousands of meters. The void shook wherever it passed, and everyone could feel the huge rock that was suppressed in their hearts!

The horrific changes are still continuing!

Pompeii's body began to grow rapidly, from its original human size to a terrifying existence tens of meters tall, like a hill.

Although it still has a vague human outline, it has an octopus-like head with many tentacles, a body that is like a gelatinous substance covered with scales, and huge toes that collapse the ground. It has a pair of long and narrow wings behind it, a bloated and fat body, and it constantly sprays mucus, which is disgusting!

"Oops! Copyright infringement!"

Zaratul looked at the completely 'mutated' Pompeii, and his face twitched slightly.

Isn’t this the image of Cthulhu?

Why did the mythical creature form of Tyrant Path become like this?

But before he could think about it, the huge creature locked its target directly on him!

"Chara.Tu."

Although his consciousness is on the verge of collapse, hatred is still firmly engraved in his bones.

Pompeii's face was distorted, but his scarlet pupils revealed deep hatred and resentment.

Zaratul raised his head calmly, his eyes met Pompeii's, causing ripples in the void.

"Oh? You made it through?"

He was a little surprised. Through spiritual observation, he found that Pompeii had suppressed his "madness" for a short time with hatred, which made him a little surprised.

"Cha! La! Tu!"

Thunder rumbled and blazing white lightning seemed to tear the sky apart.

Pompey looked down at the old man who was as tiny as an ant, with a cruel look on his face: "I will kill you!!!"

"I'm a little reluctant to let you go." Zaratul sighed softly, looking at the nearly crazy Pompey, and said: "If I give you some more time and help you, maybe you can completely suppress your madness, or even go one step further and be promoted to Sequence 2 [Angel]."

Pompeii's qualifications are indeed beyond doubt.

It can be seen that he was able to suppress the madness of Sequence Three without mastering the role-playing method to digest the potion!

If he could be given a little more time, with the assistance of an 'audience', it might not be impossible for him to enter the Sequence 2 [Angel] level!

But...it's impossible after all.