Lu Mingfei, who had read Dragon Clan before Dragon Slaying

Chapter 952 Odin Appears (Two in One, Please Subscribe!!!)

"This story...is not good." Eri muttered something beside her.

"Eri, what are you looking at?" Lu Mingfei leaned over and asked, and Chu Zihang's gaze also turned over there.

Eiry showed the hardcover book she was reading to Lu Mingfei and Chu Zihang. Under the dim light of the kerosene lamp, the words on the worn covers had long been worn out and were difficult to read. Lu Mingfei and Chu Zihang simply put down the old newspapers in their hands and walked over there.

"Nibel... Song of the Nibelungs?" Lu Mingfei read out the name of the hardcover book, always feeling that the combination of these words was strange.

"The Song of the Nibelungs is a medieval poem. The author is unknown. It was probably written around 1200 AD and the language used is Middle High German." Chu Zihang's voice floated from behind. "The whole poem consists of 39 songs, 2,379 stanzas, each stanza has four lines, and a total of 9,516 lines. This poem is characterized by being a heroic epic written in the style of a court knight epic. The content is the story of the great migration of the Germanic people from the fourth to the sixth century AD. It praises the ancient heroic legends of Europe, but in fact it reflects the history of the feudal dynasty from its rise to its fall."

"No, Brother, you are using Baidu Encyclopedia?" Lu Mingfei turned his head and looked at Chu Zihang, who was listing the origins of a book, with a surprised look. "So amazing? Then let me test you. When Einstein proposed the theory of relativity, how many hairs were left on his head?"

"It's not that amazing. I just happened to have read this book." Chu Zihang showed the memo on his phone. "Last year, my final paper for Professor Guderian's class cited the book 'The Song of the Nibelungs'."

"You scared me to death. I thought you had evolved into an AI." Lu Mingfei patted his chest. "But Nibelung... I just said that the name is weird. What does it have to do with Nibelung?"

"I don't know, but both words come from Norse mythology, which is older than the Middle Ages." Chu Zihang said, "Norse mythology has always been a key research topic in school. I remember a radical professor in school once said that Norse mythology is not a mythology record, but real history. It records what really happened thousands of years ago."

"I know that Professor Guderian also said something similar, but if this book is about Norse mythology..." Lu Mingfei didn't say much. He just walked to Eri's side and flipped through the other hardcover books piled against the wall.

"'Edda'...'Beowulf, The Song of Roland, The Song of Cid, The Tale of Igor's Campaign'...'Saga'..." Lu Mingfei read the names of those books, and his brows unconsciously frowned, "Are they all books related to Norse mythology?"

Chu Zihang also came to Lu Mingfei and Huili, his fingers brushing over the book covers that were exquisitely packaged but looked quite old. He didn't know where the people the proprietress had gathered these books from, nor did he know what the connection was between these books and what they were investigating.

That rainy night seven years ago, those ghostly shadows, the godly figure on the throne... Chu Zihang felt that there were many fragments scattered in his brain, the blurry ones were from seven years ago, the clearer ones were from now on. There seemed to be some subtle relationship between these fragments, but every time Chu Zihang wanted to connect them together, he felt it was difficult to find a "bridge" to connect them.

"Norse mythology... I remember it now." Lu Mingfei suddenly said, "Heimdall is also a character in Norse mythology. The biggest thing these hardcover books and parchment scrolls have in common is... they all describe things from Norse mythology!"

"Yes, I thought of that, too." Chu Zihang nodded and analyzed, "Like 'The Song of the Nibelungs', it seems to be telling the legend of ancient heroes and the decline of the feudal dynasty. If the feudal dynasty in the poem refers to the dragon clan, and the so-called heroes refer to the people who rebelled against the dragon clan at that time, this statement coincides with the theory of some professors in the academy. This speculation is very reasonable."

"But if Norse mythology is the clue those people left for us, then what does this clue want to convey to us?" Chu Zihang asked in a low voice, "Ancient parchment scrolls, old hardcover books and a pile of old newspapers, I can't figure out what the connection is between these things."

At this time, Lu Mingfei suddenly raised his head and looked at Chu Zihang, and asked in a faint voice: "If it is a god... then the lifespan of that thing may be several thousand years... right?"

Chu Zihang was shocked, and the scattered fragments in his mind seemed to be able to be pieced together. Lu Mingfei's words were like a "bridge" that connected all the scattered clues.

Yes, why couldn't it be a real god? He had lived from the Norse mythology era to the present, with a life span of thousands of years that ordinary people could hardly imagine, and the ability to disrupt the elements of a city... This was a fantasy in the human world, an illusory myth, but it was not necessarily so rare in the world of dragons. All dragon king-level beings had such abilities. They were almost immortal and possessed the world-destroying level of Word Spirits that ranked extremely high on the Word Spirit Sequence List.

This also fits in with the professors' inference that Norse mythology is actually a piece of history... a documentary, dragon-like history. Those gods and ghosts are real. They are species superior to humans. However, with the passage of time, their real names have gradually been replaced by some hidden names in mythology.

To ordinary people or hybrids, the existence of Dragon King level is no different from God. Just like the "God" in Japanese mythology refers to the White King, and the "holy bones" refer to the remains of the White King. The three sons of God, Amaterasu, Tsuki and Susanoo, are the three "hybrid emperors" who inherited the purest bloodline of the White King... So it is the same with this city. The terrible climate here and the frequent strange phenomena in the past few decades, were they created by a god who survived from Norse mythology to the present?
Chu Zihang thought of the majestic figure on the throne. It was not an exaggeration to call that thing a "god". The corresponding figure could be found in Norse mythology... It was the symbol of death, standing at the commanding heights of all gods and possessing the most powerful force.

Odin.

If that thing is really Odin, then what exactly is his word? Can it call the wind and rain, change the climate of a city? Or distort people's memories? Or even erase the existence of certain people?

Each of these abilities sounds extremely powerful. If faced with such an enemy, is there really a chance of defeating it?

An image of a man swinging a knife at a god flashed through Chu Zihang's mind, and his fists clenched unconsciously.

"No... I still feel something is wrong..." Lu Mingfei lowered his head and kept muttering, "Those strange things that happened in this city... Senior Brother's father... The missing Senior Brother Ye Sheng... The hunters hired to investigate these... The parchment rolls and old newspapers... Norse mythology... A certain god..."

Lu Mingfei's eyes were blank, and his consciousness seemed to be drained away. He kept repeating the same words in a low voice. Chu Zihang glanced at him and did not disturb him. Chu Zihang knew that Lu Mingfei had entered the state of "profiling", which was a skill taught to him by Nuo Nuo. He used some known clues to piece together the whole picture of the matter and the hidden truth. Lu Mingfei's head began to hurt. He pressed his index finger tightly on his temple. There were many known clues, but they were too messy. He tried to restore the truth buried deep in this city, but his consciousness was in chaos, like a bottomless whirlpool that was about to suck his mind in.

Lu Mingfei always felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't put it into words. If Nuo Nuo was here, he should have thought of that. But he always felt that some key part was missing, and the whole machine seemed to be stuck and unable to move.

"There are so many books." Eri said casually, "How long will it take to finish reading all of them?"

Lu Mingfei's body froze. He turned his head in surprise, looked at Hui Liyi, and then looked at the room full of papers.

That's it! It felt like Nuonuo whispered in his ear, "Isn't it worth doubting what you already know? Why do you think what you see with your own eyes must be true?"

“These books…how long will it take to collect them? And how long will it take to read them all?” Lu Mingfei asked in a very low voice, as if talking to himself.

"What?" Chu Zihang didn't hear Lu Mingfei's words clearly.

"Brother, if you were a professional hunter and accepted a mission, and you collected some useful information," Lu Mingfei asked in a low voice, "before you provided this information to your clients, would you first learn about the content of this information yourself?"

"Of course, the Executive Department has also had similar training." Chu Zihang nodded. "This is the most basic logical problem. If I don't understand the content of the intelligence myself, how can I judge whether it is useful or useless? For example, if it is text intelligence, I must read it word by word before providing it, otherwise the efficiency will be very low if the intelligence is rejected..."

As he was talking, Chu Zihang suddenly stopped. He looked at Lu Mingfei's face and suddenly understood what Lu Mingfei meant.

Chu Zihang turned his head and looked around the room at the books, files and newspapers... There were at least several thousand of them?
How many words are there on these papers? How long will it take to read all of them? If you don't read all of them, how can you tell whether they are useful information for Lu Mingfei?

"Those guys..." Chu Zihang recalled those strange guys wearing masks.

“Those guys.” Lu Mingfei looked into Chu Zihang’s eyes and asked a question that made Chu Zihang’s hair stand on end. “Brother, do you know what’s wrong with them? It’s not that they can collect so much information.”

Chu Zihang opened his mouth but no words came out. He vaguely sensed that something was wrong, but he couldn't think accurately for the moment. He just felt that something was very abrupt, like holding a piece of chalk and winning a calligraphy competition. It was fundamentally unreasonable.

"How do they know that our target is related to a god in Norse mythology?" Lu Mingfei asked this most fatal question word by word.

That's right! Chu Zihang figured it out instantly. If you don't understand the content of the intelligence, how can you judge what is useful intelligence? This is the most unreasonable part. It's like looking for a problem by following the answer. Only when you know what the goal is, can they find so much targeted information!

But Chu Zihang had not discussed this matter with anyone except Lu Mingfei and Xia Mi. Even Kassel Academy had never discovered the clues hidden in this city. How could a group of hunters have such ability? And they could also accurately lock the target as a certain god?

Rustle, rustle... Chu Zihang seemed to hear the sound of rain, but this was a secret room in a building, surrounded by walls on all sides. The only tunnel leading to the meeting room was several meters long. How could he possibly hear the sound of rain?
Chu Zihang thought it was an illusion caused by remembering things from the past. This closed secret room was too quiet. No one spoke, and there was only the crackling sound of the kerosene lamp. Chu Zihang felt that he was shrouded in great fear. This feeling was not like the abrupt feeling of a ghost suddenly appearing in a horror movie to scare you. Instead, it was a kind of unknown terror of being spied on... It was like there was a pair of eyes watching you in the dark, and someone was sitting high in the sky, looking down at the struggling... ants in the world!
Chu Zihang put "The Song of the Nibelungs" on the bookshelf. Maybe he lost his concentration, but the bookshelf lost balance and collapsed in an instant.

"Mirror?" Eiry looked behind Chu Zihang. There was something bright there, as if it was a mirror reflecting the light of a kerosene lamp.

Why would there be a mirror in a secret room full of books? Lu Mingfei stared at the light behind Chu Zihang. He suddenly yelled at Chu Zihang: "Brother, get out of there!"

But it was too late. When Chu Zihang heard the word "mirror", he turned his head and saw a scene that he would never forget.

There was a mirror on the wall behind him. The book fell and a corner of the mirror was exposed. Chu Zihang was the person closest to the mirror, so he saw the clearest picture.

That was not a reflected kerosene lamp at all, but a flaming eye. Thunder and golden flames were surging in the mirror, and a tall figure was sitting high in the sky. The scene reflected in it was not the secret room full of books where Chu Zihang and the others were, but an elevated road... An elevated road with no end in sight and wind and rain.

The eight-legged horse raised its four hooves, spewing purple thunder from its mouth, the curved spear burning with raging fire, and the black flames carrying the breath of death.

"O...din!" Chu Zihang uttered the name of the god with difficulty.