They've already fought their way through the Holy Grail War, and you still call them dragons?

Nuonuo is indeed very talented. She does not have the same aversion to study or lazy mentality as Old Tang. It is easy for her to learn simple magic. She can also figure out how to quickly control excessive magic power.

The red silhouette-like body leaped and danced, causing the air to spin irregularly. Nono's elegant clothes and skirt were lifted high, and under the sunlight that almost filled the room, she was basked in warmth, fairness, and beauty.

But her legs are flexible and powerful, with graceful and slender curves that are exquisitely crafted, reminiscent of the little swans in the Swan Lake ballet, revealing and spreading exuberant vitality and the fragrance of the female body as she comes and goes.

The sun shines brightly and the shadows break.

After dancing for a while, Nono finished with a jump and landed right in front of Emiya, a fragrant breeze blowing across her face. She said, "How about we go out and practice? I always feel like doing these movements indoors won't be very effective."

"That's fine," Emiya nodded after looking at it for a moment, then looked over to see that Old Tang's suite was still empty. "...Strange, Old Tang is going to meet up with his online friend so early? Didn't he say he hadn't decided on a location yet?"

"Maybe he went out early just to take care of this?"

"Right."

Nono followed Emiya as if nothing had happened, preparing to set off. Her lively and energetic appearance gradually turned into a restrained and quiet one, while her phone started typing texts again -

"Lord Wa, I suggest you don't pay so much attention. The person he's chatting with online is just a child, and the time he's spent talking to them isn't even as long as the time he spent talking to Old Tang. I suggest you raise your assessment of Old Tang's 'danger level'."

New text quickly flashed across the screen, "Do you like telling these kind of ridiculous jokes, little sister Nono?"

"Okay, then let's change someone. Master Wa, I think you are the most 'dangerous' person in Shirou Emiya's social circle."

"...It seems you don't like my address. Well, are you satisfied with my arrangement? Use your profile to observe those who approached Shirou during his recent outings?"

"You want me to check for interpersonal risks? I'd know about this kind of thing even without you, Lord Wa, reminding me. After all, he's my 'hero'."

"Isn't this a formal appointment for you? It's legitimate. I also want to make it clear that I don't want Shirou to get into any accidents due to negligence. It's easy to avoid an open attack, but it's hard to guard against an arrow from the dark."

Nuonuo typed, her fingers rapidly tapping out a long string of words. "Thank you for your consideration. I hope your appreciation is as sincere and flawless as the words mean, and not for any ulterior motive."

"..." The other side seemed to have fallen into a long silence because of these sarcastic words.

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At night, the Regent Hotel is surrounded by the bustling lights and colorful sceneries.

The brilliant lights created by human civilization flicker and connect with each other, illuminating long strips or curved street scenes under the layers of night, and together they form a modern picture of dots of light mixed with vast darkness, which can be seen at a glance from the top rooftop of the Regent Hotel.

Norton's eyes burned with a noble golden color as he looked down at the night scene.

The king's eyes are not focused on these mundane things. Those hidden under the glitz and illusion are what he should pay attention to.

This city is no ordinary city... It hides a secret, perhaps the secret of his cunning brother, Odin.

But it cannot be confirmed now and we need to wait for some time.

Until those guys hiding in the dark can no longer suppress their thoughts about Emiya.

However, simply catching a turtle in a jar seemed meaningless and not worth the trouble of a first-generation person like him. Norton needed to gain more, and to do so, he needed to contact a helper.

whoosh-

Suddenly, there was a sound of wind under the rooftop.

It didn't come from the stairs, nor from the top-floor platform, but from one side of the building's outer wall, flowing up from the bottom.

This meant that something was flying straight up along the towering walls of the Regent Hotel!

Whoosh, whoosh, the sound of the wind is getting louder and louder.

On the rooftop in the dark night, the whistling sound of the wind was undoubtedly terrifying, but in Norton's opinion, it was the footsteps of the guests about to arrive.

boom.

As the sound of the wind disappeared instantly, a human-shaped figure landed lightly on the ground. It was not a ferocious beast or a brutal dragon at all.

She looked like a girl with a well-proportioned figure and a flawless face as if blessed by the goddess of beauty. It was a pity that the night had covered her face with an exquisite veil, making her expression blurry.

"...We meet again, Norton. I didn't expect that we would meet again in a place like this after so many years."

The girl's voice was serious and cold, completely different from her cute appearance.

Her tone was alert and her position was delicate, as if she was ready to leave the scene at any time.

"The same goes for you, my sister, Jörmungandr." Norton maintained his dignity but spoke calmly.

The King of Fire Elemental revealed the girl's identity - Jörmungandr, the Dragon King of the first generation, the King of Earth and Mountains who controls the earth element.

"Jörmungandr, you are the youngest sister among us, but also the smartest. Before you came here, did you ever think about the purpose of our meeting?"

"Brother, I don't think it's a joke to persuade each other to stop fighting and devouring each other, right? That would only make 'Father' who will return one day to laugh at us coldly."

Jörmungandr's eyes flickered, and he chuckled, "Or... have you found other 'hatching grounds' of the same kind? Can we form a temporary alliance?"

"My sister, you are not telling the truth." Norton's eyes were grim and he did not smile at all. "The fact that you can also find this city shows that you also have some doubts about the weirdness of this city, right -"

"No, brother, I don't understand what you are saying." Jörmungandr was not easily shaken.

"Oh, that's a pity. I think my progress is a little faster than yours," Norton directly revealed the unexpected information to the other party.

"This should be Odin's place. He's most likely in a Nibelungen cocoon, awaiting resurrection. I guess this is the place."

Surprise and vigilance flashed across Jörmungandr's beautiful eyes. "Waiting for resurrection in a cocoon? Odin was once the most powerful warrior among us, and you killed him once?"

"Sister, your news seems to be too delayed. Odin was killed a while ago. I think the news should have spread to those hybrid organizations in the human world by now..."

At this point, Norton's tone was suspicious. "Jörmungandr, you didn't awaken recently, did you? How could you be so oblivious to these things? I can't help but wonder if you've been obsessed with role-playing in the human world lately, just playing house."

"..."

A hint of embarrassment flashed across Jörmungandr's face. She had indeed spent a lot of time integrating into human society.

As for the elemental turbulence caused by the World-Destroying Spirit in other cities some time ago, she was not unaware of it, but she really did not expect that Odin would be killed under such circumstances.

"Norton, I have my own plans for what I'm going to do, so don't bother me... Just tell me the reason for inviting me here tonight."

"Well, let's get to the point. Jörmungandr, do you know anything about the Holy Grail War?"

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Chapter 79 It’s very simple, you become Hela

"Holy Grail War?"

Jörmungandr was familiar yet unfamiliar with this term.

The Holy Grail is well known to ordinary humans, but for those who know the secrets of the dragon race, such as some half-bloods and dragons, it has a different meaning.

The Holy Grail is a code word. It usually refers to the Dragon King's bones, blood, embryos, etc.

According to legend in the human world, the Holy Grail symbolizes the blood of Christ, and drinking from it can bring about incredible miracles such as resurrection from the dead...

In essence, it describes the various miraculous effects of dragon bones, fetal blood, etc.

(Before Bondarev told Herzog the truth about the dragon clan's history, he was a fanatical believer in mysticism and the pursuit of the Holy Grail, and he even called himself the Knight of the Round Table, Gaharad, who held the Holy Grail...)

In other words, the so-called struggle for the "Holy Grail" has occurred countless times from ancient times to the present, and Jörmungandr does not think it is anything strange.

Unless this "Holy Grail War" also represents another level of meaning.

"The Holy Grail is a universal wish-granting machine that is said to be able to grant any wish. Around this opportunity to make a wish, several participants summoned famous heroes from ancient times to fight against each other. This is the Holy Grail War, and the victor who survives will be the owner of the Holy Grail."

Suddenly, Norton told the following story to himself.

"?"

Jörmungandr couldn't help but suspect there was something wrong with his ears. This fantastical fantasy story setting sounded like nonsense. It actually came out of the mouth of the extremely serious Norton.

"What do you think? If this is used as a gimmick, how many people will flock to it?"

Oh...it was just a gimmick. Jörmungandr thought it was a false alarm and replied casually:

"Those who don't know the truth will definitely pursue it fanatically. As for the secret party and other organizations, they will think it is a clue to the Dragon King's bones and blood, and they will probably send people to follow it... Norton, are you planning to spread the news and set up a trap? What's the point?"

Generally speaking, isn't their target here Odin? Why do they have to do something so complicated?

"No, why not create a real Holy Grail War?"

Jörmungandr was stunned. "Norton, I never thought that after all these years, you still have the talent for joking."

If she hadn't confirmed that the guy in front of her was equal to her in bloodline and "crown rank", she would have suspected that this Norton was an imposter.

(The "Crown" here does not refer to the crown of the Type-Moon Crown Servant, but to the position of the Dragon King in the Dragon World)

Norton just glanced at her and said, "Jörmungandr, you are wrong. You should know that I never joke."

Suddenly, the flames ignited.

Boom!

A purgatory-like raging fire shot up into the sky, and the violent fire elements transformed into a golden-red flame army, galloping wantonly on the burning, scorched and cracked earth that was emitting billowing black smoke.

In just a moment, the scene changed.

This is no longer a rooftop bathed in the night wind, but a world of death where raging fires invade everywhere, animals roar violently like wild beasts, and crimson magma is occasionally erupted.

Jörmungandr was shocked. Where did this come from?

Nibelungen?

No, it doesn't look like Odin's Nibelung at all, but more like Norton's... So the invitation to meet was a scam set up by Norton in advance!

Don’t just stand there and take action!

Jörmungandr's body began to show various dragon-like characteristics. Densely grown scales and bone spurs tore through his beautiful clothes. His fair skin turned into steel-like muscles. Bones appeared on his forehead and lower jaw, and his knees were bent backwards...

Her appearance suddenly became like a ferocious dragon-shaped Deadpool... No, it should be the dragon-shaped Deadpool who looks like her, because she is the Dragon King!

Norton stood there leisurely watching Jörmungandr suddenly attack. He maintained his human form and did not transform at all.

But the flames around him were extremely obedient. As soon as he thought of it, the fires of the vast heaven and earth gathered rapidly, rushing together like a mighty army obeying the war horn, gathering higher and higher around him, and transformed into a giant fire dragon over a hundred meters high and hundreds of meters long!

The majestic dragon can tear the earth apart and stir up a torrent of fire with just one claw!

"...!"

Jörmungandr was shocked when he saw Norton, who was still calm and composed.

"Could it be the complete authority after evolution...you have devoured Constantine!"

"Jörmungandr, you are wrong again. My brother is still alive."

"This is impossible!"

The Black King created the White King and the four monarchs, who respectively mastered the "spiritual elements" and the four elements of "earth, fire, water and wind".

But the difference from the White King is that each of the four monarchs has twins sitting on their throne.

The two twin dragon kings each hold power and strength. Only when one devours the other can it evolve into a complete form... This is the malice from the Black King. If the Dragon King wants to pursue completeness, he can only bear the pain of killing his closest fellow brothers and sisters.

For a long time, Jörmungandr's impression of Norton was that he was "the one most like the Black King among the Dragon Kings", cold and majestic.

What is a little surprising is that Norton did not take action against Constantine. Over the long years, Constantine still survived like a follower and stayed by Norton's side.

But Jörmungandr had reason to suspect that one day, when Norton desired complete power, Constantine, the little fool who followed his brother wholeheartedly, would offer himself to be devoured by his brother without hesitation.

Norton faced Jörmungandr's desperate attitude and calmly denied it:

"Use your clever mind, Jörmungandr. If I really wanted to attack you, why would I communicate with you so calmly?"

"If you look closely, you'll see that this is the 'Nibelungen', created by using the elements as a medium, allowing the spiritual realm to erode real space."

(Nibelungen, a term from the Nibelungenlied, records the story of Siegfried slaying the evil dragon Fafnir. Half-breeds use it to refer to the mythical land of the dead, a treasure land of alchemy, but in reality, it is an alternate dimension created by dragons, different from reality.)

"But I appreciate more... the name a friend of mine gave it. He calls it 'Inherent Barrier'."

With a snap, Norton snapped his fingers, the flames went out and disappeared, and the space retreated.

The hot, burning smell disappeared in an instant, and the cool evening breeze blew slowly through Jörmungandr's soft hair.

The rooftop of the Regent Hotel was still quiet and ordinary, without any water or mercury needed for alchemy, as if everything that had just happened was a nightmarish illusion.

Inherent barrier? Is there such a method to construct the Nibelungen?

Jörmungandr's eyes were filled with doubt and vigilance. "Norton, it seems that after not seeing you for a long time, your alchemy has reached a higher level again."

It is not impossible for ancient dragons (third generation and above) to construct a temporary Nibelungen, but for a dragon king like Norton, whose alchemy skills are not very advanced, it is almost impossible to reach a level that can be expanded and contracted freely in a breath without the need for a medium.

Jörmungandr may be able to pretend to be a master of alchemy in front of humans, but in front of dragon kings of the level of Odin and Norton... he is just an entry-level apprentice.

"No, Jörmungandr, this is also a technique of elemental flow manipulation that I learned from a friend of mine. He calls it 'magic'."

When Jörmungandr heard Norton say "a friend of mine" again, he secretly complained in his heart, "Could this friend you are talking about be you?"

She didn't believe that there was anyone in this world who could possess higher alchemical talent than the Dragon King.