Dragon Clan: Thought So Far.

The majestic and condescending goddess slightly raised her eyes. Her emotionless golden eyes were not as dazzling as the secret party had imagined for many years. Instead, they were like a lost traveler trekking in a dark wilderness, who was shocked and overwhelmed when he saw a dim and yellow candlelight far away in the moment of despair.

The White King stood up from the throne of thorns above the Yamata no Orochi's head. She looked down at Lu Mingfei. They stared at each other across the sea and the empty sky dotted with gray-black clouds.

Scarlet waves were roaring dozens of meters below Lu Mingfei. The hole in the clouds in the sky that was opened by the giant snake's long neck was being filled by thundering clouds. The bright light above the head of the girl with charming features and solemn expression was getting dimmer and dimmer, but her golden pupils were getting brighter and brighter.

The crescent-shaped white skirt that covered the entire dragon head was fluttering, and the waterfall-like black hair was also fluttering. Lu Mingfei still looked up blankly. In a trance, he seemed to feel that he had once stared at someone in the same posture.

The long neck of the Yamata no Orochi suddenly bent down, and fierce wind pressure fell heavily. Lu Mingfei stretched out his giant and furious left arm to block in front of himself. His forearm was covered with black scales, and the muscles under the scales bulged like steel.

A shadow enveloped him, and Lu Mingfei heard the sound of a more violent tide coming from below him. The wind pressure had already fallen on the sea, like a giant object falling from the sky into the scarlet sea, setting off a rolling tide.

When he moved his left arm away, the dragon head of the Yamata no Orochi had appeared in front of him, and its huge golden vertical pupils reflected Lu Mingfei's shadow.

The White Queen was already standing at the front of the dragon head. She looked at Lu Mingfei and frowned. Lu Mingfei's figure was also reflected in her ignorant and calm golden eyes.

All the scales on Lu Mingfei's body opened up, and then closed one by one, making a metallic roar. His body crouched slightly, with Tian Kusanagi in front and Bao Fury behind, making a posture that seemed like they were about to launch an attack but were actually full of vigilance and defending with all their strength.

A pleasant smell was brought to his face by the wind, and Lu Mingfei held his breath.

The last ray of warm sunlight disappeared from above the White King's head, and the girl's golden eyes were as bright as the stars falling into the clear lake.

Lu Mingfei knew that this was the signal for the battle to begin. He breathed slowly and exhaled a breath of hot air.

Then he swung Fury and Ame Kusanagi up and down, and finally all the sword lights burst into dazzling flames, and the dark gold and crescent white sword arcs intersected and cut through the air, making a wind demon's scream.

The so-called skills are nothing more than tools that humans use to make up for their own shortcomings when killing their own kind.

Lu Mingfei's strength and speed have reached their limits. No matter in the history of mankind or the history of mixed-race races, there has never been an alien who has advanced the path to deification to such a degree.

He doesn't need any skills, he just needs to keep swinging the knife until the evil spirits from the past history are chopped into pieces.

Facing the fear and shock of the White King, Lu Mingfei didn't even have time to think about why this happened. In a flash, the arc of the knife had left a faintly glowing trail. With the final sound of breaking through the air, Ama no Murakami and Fury crossed each other and slashed fiercely at the center of the brow of the White King, who had not made much movement!

Lu Mingfei showed a delighted expression on his face. He did not understand Ten Kusanagi but he knew the Seven Deadly Sins very well. Although the White King was the first generation created by Nidhogg, and even the supreme one above the four monarchs, rage was the epitome of alchemy. Norton even engraved a motto on the surface of the box: "Every king's blood must end with a sword!"
It could pierce the hardest bones in Fenrir's body and split the White King in half between his brows.

It's just the body of the Dragon King. There's no need to be afraid or fearful, because you are a desperado, and a desperado should fight with his life!

The sword light that arrived just one step ahead had already created a strong wind that lifted the girl's crescent-white skirt and made it fly backwards. The Yamata no Orochi looked up indifferently at Lu Mingfei who jumped up and down and vowed to kill the king.

A strand of black hair was cut off by the sharp blade, and the White Emperor who once dominated the world will undoubtedly face her inevitable death.

At the last moment, everything was silent and the man's breathing was heavy and long.

The pair of black wings suddenly spread open, and the airflow from the opposite direction almost pierced through the membrane on the wings, stopping his unstoppable attack.

Ame Kusanagi's blade was pressed under the furious blade, while the blade of the long sword, which came from the tailbone of the Yamata no Orochi, the incarnation of Susanoo, hovered steadily a few centimeters above the white king's smooth forehead.

He stopped the blade when it was about to cut the White King, and all the murderous intent disappeared.

The knife cut the ribbon that bound the White King's hair. Her long hair and skirt curled like clouds. It turned out that the crown representing power and authority did not exist. It was the sharp horns on the dragon's head that gave Lu Mingfei the illusion that she was wearing a golden crown.

Ama Murasaki and Fury stopped falling because the girl suddenly tilted her head and a strand of hair fell from her ear.

The shadow of the other girl overlapped with that of the White King. If you look closely, they actually do have some similarities. Even the princess in the golden crown and gorgeous dress has a pair of dark red eyes covered by gold.

How could there be such a coincidence in the world? Eri, Nono, and the White King who was killed in the icy sea many years ago...

Unrelated people actually have similar looks.

A truth that is far more bizarre and terrifying than any conspiracy Lu Mingfei has uncovered, witnessed, or experienced so far is slowly being unveiled before him. Under the curtain is an abyss connecting to hell, and the wails of ghosts can be heard from the depths of hell.

Lu Mingfei's fingers and whole body were shaking. He put both knives behind his back and stretched out his hand to Bai Wang, who shrank back like a frightened animal.

Then she realized that the man holding the sharp blade had no ill intentions. His pupils, flowing with golden flames, clearly revealed the majesty of a king, but at this moment, he showed a curious expression like a kitten.

She hugged her left shoulder with her soft and slender right arm, and stretched out her slender left hand, extending a finger and touching one of Lu Mingfei's fingers in the wind.

Lu Mingfei suddenly let out a long breath.

It turns out that the White King...

It also has body temperature.

The girl who looked three points like Eri was still tilting her head and blinking blankly.

Only when he was close enough did Lu Mingfei see what a perfect creature the White King was. Her beauty was both divine and demonic. Elemental turbulence surrounded her long hair, and lightning and sparks flashed. Every glimmer of light from the electric arc drove a huge amount of high-energy particles around it into the air, and then gorgeous aurora descended from the depths of the clouds.

But suddenly a ferocious look appeared on the face of this harmless girl. The childishness of the little girl and the cat-like haziness in her golden dragon eyes disappeared, leaving only the coldness of death.

Lu Mingfei's heart was shaken, and his many years of combat experience made him reach out to grasp the hilt of his sword immediately.

But that slender hand had already gently grasped his wrist.

The loud noise of the glacier cracking echoed across the sky and sea. The bones of his right wrist were crushed, and after the fourth blood burst, the dragon body was as fragile as a cookie in front of the White King. Lu Mingfei gritted his teeth and struggled to break free. His wings flapped and took him away, but more huge shadows had trapped him like a cage.

Several other long necks of the Yamata no Orochi poked their heads out from under the sea at some point in time and surrounded Lu Mingfei from all sides. There seemed to be an invisible field between the long necks, and electric currents that could turn a pure-blooded dragon into charcoal were flowing on the boundaries of the field.

Lu Mingfei's facial bones were hard, and his crushed forearm began to make crackling sounds that could not be covered up by the sound of the tide and wind. The forearm, which would have been sentenced to death and faced amputation in any hospital, miraculously became plump, with flesh and blood reorganizing itself, blood vessels biting together like wriggling snakes, and nerve tissue healing itself along the repaired bones.

The knife flashed, and Ama Murakami and Fury were held in his hands again in the most violent posture.

The blade of Ama-Kume slid down along the furious blade spine, and the sound of the sword rang out. The two swords crossed, and the murderous intent was directed at the White King's forehead.

Now Lu Mingfei knew that the person who appeared in front of him was not Eri or Nono, but the Supreme White King who was competed by the ancient gods and the Black King.

The girl looked down at him coldly, her golden eyes so cold and majestic, all her ignorance and innocence were pretended. Even though she had such a close connection with Jörmungandr, the king of the earth and mountains, Lu Mingfei would still subconsciously ignore the fact that dragons were not just big fools who could only breathe fire.

Since their birth into this world, the dragon species has been synonymous with cunning and viciousness. Throughout history, they have used all sorts of schemes and tricks to kill their own kind in the delusion of dominating the world, but in the end, another more insidious and cunning race overthrew those dragons that ultimately won.

The White Queen walked forward. She was clearly stepping on air, but she did not fall. Instead, she waded through the water barefoot like the goddess of love. Each step she took was dotted among the clusters of ripples. The element of silence exploded into tiny turbulence under the pair of pink and white little feet.

As she walked, the crescent-white dress began to burn, transforming from top to bottom into a dark white light armor. The surface of the armor was covered with scales that looked like works of art, with exquisite patterns carved on them.

The hem of the long skirt was burning, making the girl look like a flower in full bloom, with sharp thorns, coldly warning everyone not to get close or even think about picking her.

This was not the time to appreciate it. Lu Mingfei had already realized that this space was probably not reality, and might not even be a certain Nibelung, but a dream created by the words chanted by the real Yamata no Orochi.

Genjitsu had also demonstrated similar abilities before, and pure spiritual elements originally flowed in the White King's blood.

Even though it is a dream, it is a dream created by a dragon. If he dies here, his body will die as well, right?

Lu Mingfei let out a low roar, then he used both hands to combine the two knives into one, and swung them towards the White King's elegant swan-like neck. The speed was far faster than when he had fought against Odin, and it even seemed as if he could cut through time.

Normally, nothing could stop such a powerful sword, but the White King dodged to the side with an expressionless face.

Then a soft, slender little hand pressed down the backs of the two swords, and both Fury and Ama Murakami began to tremble, either because of anger or fear.

She looked delicate and graceful. If she were a girl in the human world, she might not even be able to unscrew a bottle cap. However, when she held down two dragon-like giant swords, she burst out with divine power, and even spider-web-like cracks began to appear on the blade of Ama Murakami's sword.

Lu Mingfei was unable to pull the knife back, so he decisively let go and attacked the White King's abdomen from the side with his knee with metal barbs.

Although her armor was covered with shiny scales, her abdomen was still that of a girl, slender and flat. Even the scales of her light armor did not completely cover her, revealing her skin that looked like fluorescent white jade.

All the spikes on Lu Mingfei's body were weapons that grew along his bones. They would not be at a disadvantage even when used against alchemical swords. However, when the tips of the spikes touched the White King's abdomen, a loud bang was heard, and it shook Lu Mingfei's eardrums like thunder.

Then the bone spur was broken off and fell into the scarlet sea with huge waves.

Lu Mingfei's pupils shrank slightly after the unsuccessful attack, and the lust fixed on his left arm slid into his palm. The wakizashi, which he was most familiar with, made a humming sound and jumped for joy as if it was about to merge into one with its master.

He switched the knife from his left hand to his right hand and pressed the back of the knife into his armpit.

Lust roared and stretched out into a dragon struggling as if trying to break out of a cage.

Lu Mingfei completed all the movements of the Iai Slash in an instant, and the moment the sword was unsheathed, he had already passed by the girl standing in the void.

Lu Mingfei felt as if lust was cutting something, and his wings suddenly spread open.

He grasped the knife and swung it to the right. His movement was elegant and solemn, like an assassin who killed an entire family on a rainy night and shook off the rain and blood on the knife after falling into the bamboo forest.

Lu Mingfei put away the knife and stroked his cheek with his fingers. The black bone protrusions were slowly retracting and the hard scales were involuntarily returning under the skin.

His whole body was covered with scars, and when the scales drilled back into his body, it was like countless knives cutting his skin.

The hot dragon blood was still flowing in Lu Mingfei's blood vessels, making his body temperature terribly high, so the blood stains were evaporated by the high temperature of his body, and blood-colored steam rose.

Then, Lu Mingfei lowered his head and stared blankly at his chest.

He ended his dragon transformation not because he was sure that the White King had been killed, but because his physical strength could no longer sustain this high-consumption state.

Moreover, when Lu Mingfei and Bai Wang passed by each other, the girl moved closely behind his back like a white ghost.

In Lu Mingfei's sight, blood plasma gushed out of his chest like flowers.

A slender white hand crushed his ribs, pierced his heart from the back, and then drilled out from the front of his chest.

Lu Mingfei's heart beat vigorously for the last time and then suddenly fell silent.

He turned his head weakly and saw the cold little face pressing on his shoulder.

"After so many years, we finally meet again."

The White King whispered, exhaling a cold, honeysuckle-like fragrance,
"But in the end, they still had to fight each other."

Lu Mingfei twitched all over and collapsed. Bai Wang held him in his arms, as if he were holding a dying lover. (End of this chapter)