Dragon Clan: Thought So Far.

Chapter 410 395. Xia Mi: Old woman, stay away from my man

"Who the hell wants to meet you again, old woman! Stay away from my man!" The girl's sharp voice came from above, everywhere, her majesty was no less than that of the White King, and her anger was even greater!
Lu Mingfei woke up suddenly. He couldn't break free from Bai Wang's hands, so he could only breathe heavily in the arms of the girl in the white armor.

The slender white hand had already been pulled away from his chest. Lu Mingfei's heart and one-third of his spine were destroyed. Even a god would die after receiving such injuries.

But this place is not reality. The Yamata-no-No-Serpent Izanagi recites ancient words and uses the power of the White King to bring an illusory dream to Lu Mingfei.

According to the similar characteristics of the Word Spirit and the Dream Tapir, if Lu Mingfei was killed here, then the Lu Mingfei in reality should also die. However, a certain extremely high, extremely strong, and extremely angry spirit unscrupulously tore open the realm of the Holy Word with an unbridled attitude and projected all the power except the Yamata no Orochi and Lu Mingfei here.

The moment a crack was torn in the Word Spirit's domain, Lu Mingfei's body became scaly again. The shield-shaped scales tore through the skin and swayed in the wind like scallops drifting in the tide. After a moment, all the scales were snapped tightly, splashing out huge amounts of blood.

The golden pupils were relit in Lu Mingfei's eyes like a burning giant candle. His heart returned to normal after a few seconds and roared like a war drum.

King Bai looked down at him coldly, and the overwhelming murderous intent suppressed Lu Mingfei like a mountain.

Although it was just a soft and slender hand pressing on his chest, Lu Mingfei did not have the courage to act rashly.

He was the supreme being who could crush Ame no Murakami with just his palm. Even if his heart could be restored in this spiritual realm, it would only take a moment to be destroyed.

At this time, a thin silver line appeared at the end where the sky and the sea met. From a distance, it looked like the scarlet sea surface was coated with a thin layer of silver, but it was actually a huge tide that reached the sky, with rolling white waves on the crest of the tide.

Along with this sky-high frenzy came dense music that sounded like hundreds of thousands of wind chimes ringing at the same time.

Lu Mingfei knew that was definitely not the sound of wind chimes, but it was similar. Tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of tiny flakes struck each other, and were carried to the infinitely distant horizon by the wind.

The tide crest was approaching at an incredible speed. The Yamata no Orochi, with its eight long necks like copper pillars reaching up to the sky, and the White King, who was sitting on top of the Yamata no Orochi with his knees bent, first looked down at the tide crest, then gradually raised his sight. From the end of his sight to the end of his sight, the entire blood-red sea was bending in the White King's eyes, as if the sea had formed a huge wall and was pushing forward. In front of such a force, even the Yamata no Orochi, which covered the sky and the sun, seemed insignificant.

Then, the setting sun descended from all directions at the same time, covering the sky, and the sunset glowed on the gray-black clouds so brightly that they looked like they were burning.

From afar, an insurmountable wall of water that looked like a mountain collided with the pale scales of the Yamata no Orochi, and the sound of the giant wall shattering was like thunder.

The cruise ship, the Atlantic Sun God, which was also brought into this dream, was as small and helpless as a lone boat in such a catastrophe. It was lifted high on the top of the white waves, like a boat folded out of tinfoil.
After the huge waves flooded the Apollo, they turned the bridge of the ship into snow-white powder. The pouring white water was like a rainstorm from the sky, washing the deck of the Apollo.

The eight long necks of the Yamata no Orochi curled up, as if to hold up a huge umbrella for the White King. The White King's breathing was still even and her heartbeat was steady. Lu Mingfei could even see that her iceberg-like golden eyes did not show any ripples.

Then, a chilling majesty descended from the sky. A copper pillar that was several times or even ten times larger than the Yamata no Orochi broke through the huge waves in the sea and penetrated into the gray-black clouds. It was so high that it seemed to be connected to the sky!
The eight dragon heads of the Yamata no Orochi shrank back vigilantly, with ferocious looks in their eyes.

The Atlantic Sun God, which was entangled by the huge dragon body, was making a creaking metal scraping sound. All this meant that the big snake was in a state of extreme alert and was about to launch an attack.

The copper pillar twisted, and darkness pressed down wantonly, driving away the surrounding glow.

"It's you." The White King said softly.

She stood up and grabbed Lu Mingfei by the scruff of the neck, as if she was holding a kitten or a puppy.

The first thing that caught Lu Mingfei's eyes was the shocking sea and rainy wind, which was rare in the world.

The debris in the Apollo cruise ship was swept out by the tide, floating around the giant ship like small matchboxes. The raging tide also brought these debris to the metal hull of the Atlantic Apollo, or to the white scales of the Yamata no Orochi that even the mercury core alchemical armor-piercing bombs could not shake, smashing them all to pieces with a deafening roar.

The spiritual realm infinitely magnifies the majesty of nature. In the real world, it is difficult for both humans and dragons to resist the punishment that this world indifferently bestows.

Lu Mingfei struggled to stand up beside King Bai, but a slender white hand was always pressing on his back.

Even in the spiritual world, Lu Mingfei realized that the White King's strength and speed were far beyond the scope of the first generation. Perhaps the only one who could be compared with her was Supreme Norton in perfect state.

The Norton that Lu Mingfei and Ange teamed up to fight against in Chicago was not his most perfect state. The real Supreme was far more powerful than that. He did not even have time to master his Nibelungen, nor did he hatch a huge dragon body before he rushed into the battle.

Even if Lu Mingfei had not accidentally obtained the mask that could temporarily give the hybrids the power of God from one of Odin's puppets, it would still be unknown whether they could defeat Norton in the end.

The girl who looked harmless could instantly crush the cloud on his back, destroy his ribs that were like dragon bones, and tear Bloomberg's beating heart apart again.

Queen Bai raised her face, which was charming, solemn, yet hard as a marble sculpture. The copper pillar reaching to the sky was reflected in her pupils, and at the top of the copper pillar, the real imperial daughter was at ease.

"I said, stay away from him!" Surging murderous intent and undisguised anger descended along with a loud rumbling sound.

The sea water began to boil, and suddenly a bright red light appeared under the surging waves, covering the entire ocean.

Then the sea began to burn fiercely, and the scales of the Yamata no Orochi were illuminated by the fire, making them look as exquisite, sharp and hard as white ancient silver.

It was not the sea that was burning, but rather the collective eruption of volcanoes on the seabed. The hot magma was brought out of the ocean thousands of meters deep and flowed on the scarlet water surface.

This sea area was like a giant with its skin peeled off, golden blood flowing out, the sea water was boiling and steam was everywhere, and Lu Mingfei's ears were filled with thunderous noises.

In just a few seconds, the ocean turned into a burning abyss. The Yamata-no-Orochi and the metal-forged Atlantic Apollo that were still floating on the sea were like gnats suspended above the abyss, illuminated by flames.

The bronze pillar twisted down, and it turned out to be the long neck of another dragon snake, with a towering dragon head at the top of the neck.

The bright red skirt covered the entire top of the dragon's head. The slender and tall beautiful girl stood up straight with anger, looking down at the White King from dozens of meters above.

It’s Xia Mi.

Or, Jörmungandr, the king of earth and mountains!

Her weapon is a sickle wrapped with black lightning. The sickle is so huge that people wonder if it is used by the god of death to reap human lives.

Or maybe she originally reaped the lives of the gods.

"The last time I saw you, you were only this tall." The White Queen was not disturbed by Jörmungandr's anger. She stretched out her right palm and placed it on her waist to measure Xia Mi's height at that time.

"You were carried on your brother's shoulders to my grave to pay respects... I didn't expect you to be this old now."

The giant snake hissed angrily, and its huge red-gold eyes looked down at the White King from the sky.

In the history of the dragon race, the White King has always been a negative existence. The Black King Nidhogg is the embodiment of the supreme virtue and power, and the White King who served as a priest at that time is the synonym of insidiousness, meanness and cunningness.

Xia Mi did not remember that she and Fenrir had ever met the White King. In fact, in their era, the White Emperor and the rebellion that almost shook the roots of the dragon clan had already become history recorded at the bottom of the bronze pillar.

The so-called Age of Gods is a long and difficult-to-verify history even in the eyes of the four great monarchs.

She also didn't remember having ever been to the White King's tomb to pay tribute. When their father killed the white dragon, he ate her flesh and crushed her bones into pieces. Even the traces of her existence were completely wiped out. How could the White King's tomb be left in this world?

Xia Mi tightly grasped the huge, strangely shaped sickle in her hand, and the surging power was breaking through the shackles she had set for herself.

"It's a pity that your brother is not as smart as you, otherwise he should have been the one to complete our mission." The White King's tone was calm as if he was stating a fact. "What mission?" Xia Mi asked.

She saw Lu Mingfei winking at her from the shadows.

The White Queen was stunned for a moment, and there was an obvious hint of doubt in her eyes.

This kind of strong emotional fluctuation was the first time that this supreme being who had been dead for many years appeared.

"What did he do to you?" asked the White King.

"I don't know what you are talking about." Xia Mi said.

Lu Mingfei was slowly mobilizing the bones of his entire body to shift. This was a technique that Yuan Zhisheng taught him when he activated the dragon bone state.

When necessary, super hybrids like them can make the bones throughout the body denser, but correspondingly their bodies will shrink in size in a short period of time.

It's like he's changed from an adult to a teenager.

But in this state, their defense will increase exponentially, and the tightly-locked bones in their bodies will be comparable to the metal used to forge armor.

Lu Mingfei only needed to make his ribs bite together completely to form an insurmountable wall of steel, so that he could gain a split second to break free before the White King crushed his heart.

"It's a pity that the world has become like this..." Bai Wang sighed softly. She suddenly tilted her head to look at Lu Mingfei, then looked at Xia Mi again. She rested her head on Lu Mingfei's shoulder and whispered in a voice almost as loud as a whisper, "I can hear the sound of your bones moving around in your body even across a mountain."

Lu Mingfei stared at her blankly. Bai Wang's facial features were indeed somewhat similar to Eri's, and his expression was just as ignorant. However, what she gave him was not a desire to protect him, but a huge sense of fear.

This woman...

A whistling sound came from the sky, and the sharp blade of the sickle cut through a black light that was hundreds of meters long. Behind the black light was a touch of azure that suddenly appeared in the gray clouds, as if it had cut through the barrier between dreams and reality, allowing the two spaces to connect with each other.

Xia Mi's long skirt was on fire, revealing the pale yellow light armor underneath. The red wind cloak behind her was flying like blood, and the flames spread over it, and then a fierce light rose!

At the same time, the giant python from the mortal world pressed down fiercely towards the Yamata-no-Orochi that was entrenched in the sea of ​​fire!
"You old woman, who the hell let you get so close to him?" She was so angry that her facial features were distorted.

Green veins grew on Xia Mi's slender wrists and ankles. The heart belonging to the king was sending endless power into the body of this human girl.

In comparison, Lu Mingfei is just a second-rate guy who barely makes it to the realm of kings. In the final analysis, he does not have the heart of a true king.

A strong ionizing effect followed the sickle, and dense forests of lightning followed and fell in the space where the blade passed.

Xia Mi's eyes were burning and her long hair was blown up by the strong wind.

The sickle was torn from left to right in her hand, and the blade light completely enveloped the White King's slender body.

The next second, Xia Mi slowly stopped.

Behind her, her iron wings spread open and flapped silently.

She looked down and saw only...

The sickle was broken into pieces.

The White King extended his right hand, and held the back half of the sickle's blade in his hand. He really held it in his hand, the metal had been completely deformed, and a large part of it had become scattered like a crumpled tissue.

She slowly exerted force, and cracks appeared on the surface of the sickle. Then the weapon of the god of death shattered into black metal fragments that fluttered down.

Lu Mingfei's pupils shrank slightly.

Unrivaled and unfathomable.

Is this the supreme being who launched a rebellion in the Age of Gods and was able to challenge the Black King? Even with just a human body, he has demonstrated such incredible power.

Ame no Kusanagi was crushed, Jörmungandr's weapon was also crushed, and he strolled around the garden as if he had done something insignificant.

"You are too weak without hatching a dragon body." The White King raised his hand, and the ashes on the little hand flew away.

"If only this..."

The White King did not continue speaking. She frowned slightly, lowered her head, and saw that a short arc knife had been completely embedded in her chest.

Lu Mingfei took the opportunity to break free and was held in Xia Mi's arms as he tumbled down.

"The seven deadly sins, weapons used to kill each other." The White King pulled out the lust, and the wound healed immediately, "It's a pity that it can't kill me."

"I didn't intend to kill you, I just wanted to destroy this realm." Xia Mi laughed coldly, "You are still alive, but you haven't returned yet, so you can only exist like this."

The White King frowned, reached out, and pressed down.

The Yamata-no-Orochi and the Midgard Python were both pressed into the sea of ​​flowing magma, causing huge waves to reach the sky.

An ancient and majestic chanting sounded from outside the world. The White King raised his head slightly, and the expression on his face became cold.

Then she was relieved.

"It's Judgment. There are actually two voices chanting at the same time." She smiled and said, "How smart. It's enough to interrupt the snake's chanting of the Word. You can't be trapped here."

The world shattered like glass, destruction came from far away, but the White King just stared quietly into Lu Mingfei's eyes.

When Lu Mingfei was still watching her vigilantly as she was about to leave, the girl suddenly burst out laughing.

"Actually, I was just trying to scare you." She said with a faint smile on her face.

"I won't kill you."

Lu Mingfei was stunned and opened his mouth.

But King Bai waved his hand, and the domain completely collapsed.

It seemed as if she had taken the initiative to stop the chanting of the word spirit.

(End of this chapter)