Dragon Clan: Thought So Far.

When the world collapsed, Lu Mingfei's eyes suddenly went dark. He was still thinking about the deep meaning of Bai Wang's words when he left. When he opened his eyes again, he realized that he was still being lifted by the wind and spreading his wings under the gaze of several dragon heads of the Yamata no Orochi.

The gray-black clouds above were like a giant tornado and were torn apart by some force. The elemental turbulence turned into another black sea rolling in the sky.

Through the gaps in the Black Sea, you can see the brilliant aurora and the golden-red sunlight interweaving and flowing.

The super word spirit released by the Yamata no Orochi gathered a huge amount of elements. When those elements collapsed, they released incredible high-energy particles, causing this strange aurora effect.

Electric arcs of hundreds of kilometers shuttled through the clouds, and two huge icebergs hundreds of meters high stood on the sea with huge waves.

Then the tinnitus caused by the electric current disappeared, and after a moment of silence, the noise of the world returned to Lu Mingfei's eardrums, along with the sound of a girl singing softly and melodiously, as if the wind was blowing through a pan flute.

He stared blankly at the two icebergs. A majestic will was descending from the icebergs, like a king returning to the world.

The girls' soft singing echoed between heaven and earth, like a decree from God in the sky, or like the devil of destruction sentencing humans to death.

No, this judgment is not against the world, but against the monster that blasphemed the name of God, the prisoner who escaped from Takamagahara.

The icebergs rising from the turbulent sea are like giant pillars connecting heaven and earth. Their surfaces reflect the lightning that tears through the sky, while the sharp ice edges at the bottom still extend into the distance along the frozen sea.

It was originally a cold winter, but the biting wind blew across the ice that suddenly covered the sea, and the freezing cold passed through the skin to the bones, as if something crawling out of hell was wandering and roaring on this ice field shaped by the word spirit, looking around with eyes full of murderous intent.

Lu Mingfei saw clearly who the girl standing on the other iceberg like Eri was. It was not Xia Mi, who he had originally imagined was most likely to use the power of the god of death, but the one with platinum light burning in her pupils... Zero.

The thought of doubt only arose in Lu Mingfei's mind for a moment, and was immediately suppressed by great fear.

He suddenly turned his head to look at the other iceberg. His hard facial bones cracked and hot blood flowed out. Lu Mingfei's face showed a painful expression and his eyes revealed sadness.

Eri stood high in the sky, surrounded by icy cliffs. Below the cliffs hung sharp icy swords, shaped like a throne forged from ice, with crystal thorns growing beneath the throne.

Her skirt and long hair fluttered, and on her slender and graceful swan-like neck, white scales could be seen climbing up along the carotid artery toward her face, which was still gentle until now.

"No!" Lu Mingfei yelled.

"No!" he said.

But it's too late.

On the throne of ice and snow, Eri smiled at Lu Mingfei from afar. White steam was rising from her body, which was water evaporated by her body temperature.

The clouds were getting lower and lower, and the sky was getting darker, but in the depths of the steam, Eri's eyes were getting brighter and brighter, with golden light bursting out from the depths of her crimson pupils.

The chanting of the Word Spirit had already ended, and the last words uttered by the girl were just two short words written in dragon script.

"die."

she says.

That was the language of the ancient times. Those who were allowed to communicate in this language all wore crowns and ascended the throne, looking down greedily at everything from the top of the world.

But when Eri said this word, it was as if her words had power, and Judgment gave it the power of the god of death.

It was no longer an ancient text or a difficult-to-pronounce syllable; it had become an order given to the world, an order that, just as Eri had said, was the inevitable, ultimate death.

The transparent domain was silently blown out from the girl's body like the wind, expanding faster and faster. The sea water that came into contact with the boundary wall of the domain was frozen more thoroughly, and the ice layer on the sea surface quickly extended downward to a depth of one hundred meters.

The dragon body of the Yamata no Orochi was completely frozen. When a huge lightning bolt across the sky flashed through the dark clouds, the lightning illuminated the twisted body in the ice. The huge evil statue was buried in the iceberg for thousands of years, waiting for believers to kneel down and worship.

The biting frost and the ice layer several tens of centimeters thick grew upward along the scales of the Yamata no Orochi, reminiscent of the white vines on the outer wall. The pale iron scales that could even withstand frontal shots from large-caliber sniper rifles cracked under the frost that was emitting absolute murderous intent and extremely low temperatures.

The two words of judgment overlapped in an instant, and the winter that accompanied death descended from the sky with solemn majesty and completely enveloped the Yamata no Orochi.

But this murderous intent was not directed at the Atlantic Apollo, so the steel-cast cruise ship was safe and sound in the realm of death, covered only with a thin layer of frost.

The wind blew up Eri's long hair and skirt, and also fluttered the girl's sleeves. Lu Mingfei saw that her slender wrists and tight calves were covered with pale scales. Purple-black veins clung to Eri's skin like tiny snakes, making her skin look as pale as marble.

Everything happened in a flash. It was too late for Lu Mingfei to stop it. The wings behind him just flapped and then stopped.

The right hand that was stretched out towards Eri slowly dropped down, as if it was dead.

He looked at the slender figure with fluttering skirt at the top of the iceberg and suddenly shuddered violently.

Eri rose up from the iceberg, her white face completely illuminated by the golden-red light. She became more prominent, with pale wings folded up behind her.

There was no longer a trace of emotion in those golden dragon eyes, and the ignorant face was filled with the coldness of death.

The Yamata-no-Orochi had already realized the threat. Just when Eri and Zero used the Word Spirit of Judgment to tear apart the field of holy words that only kings could recite, two dragon heads swayed like icebergs surrounding Eri and Zero, but did not dare to launch an attack.

But at this moment the big snake began to tremble violently.

It felt it. It felt that death, which had not come for thousands or tens of thousands of years, seemed to be right in front of it!
Then all the sounds on the sea seemed to be sucked into a vacuum, and absolute silence descended in an instant.

In the dead silence, under the horrified gaze of the Yamata no Orochi, Eri stretched out a slender little hand. The hand was completely covered with pale scales, and the neatly trimmed nails were replaced by sharp claws. The surface of the scales flashed a dangerous cold light.

The girl made a dismissive gesture, as casually as if she were shooing away a fly.

It was originally just a symbolic gesture, and might not even be considered an insult to humans.

But the eight dragon heads of Yamata no Orochi suddenly screamed in anger. Its roar was like the wailing of ghosts from hell, spreading over the sea for dozens or hundreds of kilometers, and the whole of Tokyo was immersed in great fear.

The huge monster suddenly began to twist its long neck wildly, four dragon heads smashed towards Eri, while the other four dragon heads smashed towards Zero.

Each of its heads was as huge as a mountain, and its skull was even comparable to the hardest metal in the world. Even a battleship would be sunk and shattered if hit by this thing, and the two icebergs glowing with cold light were instantly collapsed by the howling wind.

But there was no doubt that the world obeyed the orders of the two girls in dead silence.

Conceptual death blew across the long necks of the Yamata no Orochi like a breeze. The thunder in the sky flashed and the eight long necks that were dancing like a group of demons suddenly became still as if they were petrified. The next second, death came as expected. The long neck closest to Eri, along with the ferocious dragon head, had its huge and hard scales blown away. The muscle tissue under the scales was cut messily, and the blood vessels were bleeding like flowers.

The shield-shaped white scales were blown up hundreds of meters in the air, like the roof of a house being blown up by a tornado.

Those scales that had separated from the body were the first to be affected by death. They turned into white ashes on the way to the sea. The ashes were flying densely, just like a long snowfall on this absurd and solemn sea area like an ancient battlefield.

Then, the long neck that had lost its scales began to collapse completely, and the gentle wind blew slowly past with the command of death. The dragon head blown by the wind opened its golden vertical pupils wide, and the pupils were filled with emotions that this ultimate creature should not have.

That emotion is fear.

Trial, trial.

Trial!

When the ancient White Emperor recites this word, no matter how great the power of the sinner is, it will collapse like flying snow!

The pus-smelling blood was carried by the wind and spread over the shrouded long neck like a blood-colored tide. The Word Spirit Yaqi began to repair the body of the giant snake at an incredible speed. The dense scales drilled through the fuzzy flesh and blood like maggots and tightly fastened together, but the next second those scales swayed in the wind, and were immediately uprooted by the blood-colored breeze.

Its flesh and blood cracked, and then its huge pale metallic cervical vertebrae were ground into pieces.

In just a few moments, the long neck that was like two heavy transport trains merged together had disappeared, leaving only a scarlet blizzard of flesh and blood that was blown away like dust.

The howling of demons in this snowstorm seemed to never stop, and slowly advanced forward like a scarlet wall, until the wall that seemed as high as the sky swallowed up the long neck of another Yamata no Orochi, and finally disappeared because the reciter of the Word Spirit lost control.

Eri looked down at the remaining long necks of the Yamata no Orochi with the eyes of God looking down on sinners. Although the monster was in great pain and fear, it did not have the courage to make any unusual movements.

A huge and majestic merchant descended from the sky like a tsunami, and a dense drumbeat suddenly echoed between the sky and the sea.

That was Eri's heartbeat, so majestic, so magnificent.

After using Word Spirit. Judgment, something in her body seemed to be opened. That thing was like a lock that locked up Eri's original power.

At the same time, it also locked up an evil ghost that was ready to make a move.

Lu Mingfei didn't know whether things had reached a point where they were irreversible, but he was not willing to miss any chance.

"Stop it, Eri!" he roared, his voice sounding metallic, as if he was chewing steel between his teeth.

But at this moment, the girl had all the majesty of a king, and it was not an exaggeration to say that she was another new king who had just ascended the throne.

How could a monarch's ascension to the throne be interrupted by a favorite minister's voice to stop her? She would only angrily order the guards to tear the favorite minister into pieces and use his blood to sacrifice the crown of thorns.

Eiry looked back at Lu Mingfei again.

Unexpectedly, all the coldness and cruelty in the girl's eyes disappeared when she saw him. Her bright golden pupils dimmed, and ripples of tenderness and concern appeared in her dark red eyes.

At the same time, the terrifying changes also disappeared.

After a short period of frenzy, all of her dragon-like features faded away at an incredible speed. Her scales and claws were retracted into her body, and the pair of pale wings that were ferocious and full of divine light were slowly folded up, clinging to her back and disappearing under her skin.

Lu Mingfei was overjoyed. He knew that the golden holy juice he had used not long ago was not completely ineffective.

Before using the Word Spirit, Eri's body was as stable as everyone else's. But now she had no choice but to use Judgment, but it seemed that she still had a precious opportunity.

Eri fell from the sky like a fallen leaf, her skirt had been blown to shreds by the bloody wind, but when Lu Mingfei rushed over to catch her, her face was surprisingly rosy.

It feels like I had a good sleep.

But the worry and concern in Lu Mingfei's eyes did not subside.

Because the girl in his arms had a body that was as hard as if it was made of steel. He groped upwards along Eri's ankles, anger and hatred flashing in his eyes.

The purple-black veins did not disappear, and the pale scales climbing up along the veins still existed.

This meant that Eri's bloodline had once again gone haywire. The precious balance maintained by the golden holy fluid melted from the fetal blood of a third-generation species was destroyed the moment Eri used the Word Spirit.

"Don't be afraid, Eri, I'm here." Lu Mingfei noticed that the girl in his arms was trembling slightly. He pressed her head against his chest and carried the Seven Deadly Sins on his back.

Eri's nostrils flared slightly as she greedily inhaled the scent from Lu Mingfei.

She was so scared that she was even trembling, but when she saw Lu Mingfei in danger, she recited those fatal phrases without hesitation.

"I'm not afraid. I'll never be afraid as long as Sakura is here." Eri said softly.

Lu Mingfei carried her back to the big ship. The Yamata-no-Orochi had loosened its grip, and its long necks twisted and slapped on the sea surface in anger and pain, causing huge waves.

Xia Mi was also on the deck, holding the slightly pale Lingluo in her arms. She and Lu Mingfei exchanged glances and saw a hint of disbelief in each other's eyes.

Zero's Word Spirit is Mirror Eye, which can copy the Word Spirits of other people.

But its judgment actually destroyed a dragon head as well.

Moreover, the person that Mirror Eye can copy cannot be someone whose bloodline is much higher than his own, but Eri's bloodline is no different from that of a pure-blooded dragon.

Does this mean that Her Royal Highness also has blood close to that of a pure-blooded dragon?
Suddenly, the Yamata-no-Orochi stopped struggling, and its remaining five long necks were raised high, looking ferociously in the direction of Tokyo.

Something seemed to be approaching in the sky there, and the element transformed into a mad dragon, roaring and chasing after a pale shadow.

Lu Mingfei's pupils shrank slightly.

"How can it be……"

He murmured,
"Herzog...?" (End of this chapter)