Dragon Clan: Thought So Far.

"This time the script is not written by me. There is another person or a group of people who think they are in control of the overall situation." The little devil gently rubbed Lu Mingfei's shoulder with his cheek covered with a hard exoskeleton.

"Anger and Finkel should both know of my existence, but they don't trust me. I don't know who leaked the information to Herzog. But it doesn't matter, brother. Even if the White Emperor crawls out of the grave, you don't have to be afraid, because you are the monster roaring at the world, and you should be afraid of them. Those who want to take something from you had better be prepared to die, because when you are really angry, the world will despair because of you."

“But you see, without your help, even if I advance the Path to Godhood to the fourth step and activate the Dragon Bone State with a bloodline close to that of a pure-blooded dragon, I will not be a match for Herzog.” Lu Mingfei spread his hands. “As you said, if I want to obtain the kind of power that even the White King is terrified of, what will be the price I have to pay?”

“There is no such thing as a free lunch. Everything you get has already been secretly priced.”

"So you still want me to trade with you that last time?"

"In fact, you have already guessed what the currency we are trading is, right? The soul is something illusory. Even in the dragon clan's knowledge base, it is an abstract topic that has never been confirmed." Lu Mingze stretched out his hand to peel off the scales on his face. He did it with ease, as if he was removing fallen leaves stuck to his face.

There was no bloody mess under the scales as Lu Mingfei had imagined. Instead, half of a pale, weak face was revealed. The dim light from the gaps in the clouds sprinkled thinly on the little devil's face, peaceful and indifferent, like a god overlooking the world in the cracks of time.

"It has always been like this in history. We have experienced so many reincarnations over thousands and tens of thousands of years, but every time you, brother, retreated at the last step. Even if the final outcome was to be crushed to pieces or to be humiliated by being nailed to a bronze pillar, every time you discovered the truth of the transaction, you would never retreat no matter what," he said.

Lu Mingfei turned his head to the left with a confused look.

He didn't know how to answer. From the first transaction with Lu Mingze under the Three Gorges Reservoir, when he obtained the power to severely damage Norton, to the century showdown with the White King in the sky above Tokyo, Lu Mingfei had actually always been holding on to some kind of luck and malice.

People are like this, just like when you are taking the driving test for the second subject in a driving school in China, you may feel that it doesn’t matter the first time because there is always a second time, but when it really comes to the second time, you will be very cautious and don’t want to fail or give up at all costs.

In the past, Lu Mingfei often thought that as long as he never traded with Lu Mingze for the fourth time, he would never be able to take his soul away. It would be even better if some long-browed Taoist priest who slayed demons and monsters caught the little guy in the process, put a talisman on it and stuffed it into a jar.

But thinking back, the little devil is really trustworthy and loyal. Many years ago, Caesar proposed to Nuonuo in the Forbidden City, Chu Zihang stayed in the hotel like Detective Conan, searching the Internet for earthquake data in BJ at that time, and Lu Mingfei went to the Internet cafe to play StarCraft when he was bored.

He walked so alone into the streets of BJ late at night. It was drizzling. Lu Mingze followed Lu Mingfei silently, his whole body soaked. He didn't come close, like a puppy who had angered his owner.

Thinking back carefully, there was someone in this world who pulled Lu Mingfei out of the quagmire of the lowest point in his life. The loser who was pulled out hung his head like a dog with a broken spine, so this good-for-nothing loser fell head over heels in love with the guy with silver four-leaf clover earrings who took him out of the screening room. There was also someone who once instigated the black Cang Yan to be covered in bruises, and told him that it was a pity that he could not help him blow up the axle of the wedding car, but he should not give up easily anyway. When that person said this, they were surrounded by sickle-weasels made of bronze bones, and the world-destroying dragon was dancing in the center of the kingdom of the dead.

A useless and weakling like him should be mediocre and never set foot in the world where monsters like dragons exist, but there are so many people who are very kind to him. In addition to his senior sisters and brothers, there is also a little devil who smiled and said to him in the biting rain, "Brother, I will accompany you in the rain."

That's why he was unwilling to retreat no matter what.

Those who live with loneliness are most afraid of loneliness.

"If we don't make the final deal, will you die?" Lu Mingfei asked.

"Maybe, maybe not, but it doesn't matter, brother. If I really die, remember to carve my name on your tombstone." Lu Mingze said.

"Is Junior Sister really no match for Herzog?"

"The four monarchs and the White King were not originally on the same level, even though her power has been weakened to the extreme today and even possessed by Herzog and Izanagi respectively." Lu Mingze said,
"But it's not without a chance. Ange lent his folding knife to Yuan Zhisheng. The material used to forge that weapon is a fragment of the Att-chopping sword that has been passed down in the Cassel family for thousands of years. It is a refined philosopher's stone. The blade is also tempered with the super poison Emerald Chaos that once killed Attila and forced him to cocoon and be reborn... I think you should still remember that in another time and space, it was this folding knife that ended Xia Mi's reincarnation this time."

"But didn't Herzog notice anything unusual?"

"That's the cleverness of this poison." Lu Mingze smiled slightly, "It is harmless to humans and even hybrids, but it is a curse that is difficult to eradicate for true pure-blooded dragons and can only be removed by death."

Lu Mingfei understood immediately.

The Philosopher's Stone also has similar properties. It is the crystallization of spiritual elements. For supernatural creatures like dragons that have a complete element circulation system in their bodies, just a little bit of it can disrupt the regular operation of the element cycle and mutate it into violent turbulence. This turbulence will cause them to lose the super strong body bestowed by the Word of God and bloodline, and become fragile.

However, the Philosopher's Stone itself is very fragile. When placed in a gun, it is difficult for even a bulletproof vest to penetrate it. Angers' folding knife is a weapon refined and reforged by the alchemist Flamel, so it is hard and tough.

But the same transformation is a miracle that is difficult to replicate even for the Night Watch, so there is no other similar folding knife in the world.

"That is to say, Minamoto Chisei has always been on guard against Tachibana Masamune. He even deliberately parasitized the Holy Relics on his own body to lure out the real Herzog. During the parasitic process, he used the folding knife to mix the toxin into his own blood. As the blood exchange ceremony proceeded..."

“Bravo!” The little devil snapped his fingers and winked at Lu Mingfei. “I don’t know why, but it’s obvious that Yuan Zhisheng knows that Herzog is a cunning fox who won’t show his true colors until the last moment. He can’t think of how to kill a person who always has a shadow warrior and never appears, unless that person is willing to appear in front of them.”

"Poisonous blood is flowing in Herzog's body, and at the same time, the fetal blood from the Holy Relics through the hematopoietic stem cells of the Source of Childhood is also transforming his body step by step into a true pure-blooded dragon. He did not die immediately because the Emerald Hybrid only works on pure-blooded dragons. This is also the reason why Attila was not killed immediately, but was assassinated a full year later when he turned into a dragon and triggered the poison in his blood during the battle with the super hybrid 'Emerald Hybrid'." Lu Mingfei understood the profound meaning of the Source of Childhood.
"Nothing in this world is accomplished overnight. Even for the White King's genes to take over a human's body, it will take some time... The moment Herzog completely ascends the throne and becomes the White King's successor will be the moment of his death."

"He has used a lot of power, which has accelerated the process of transformation, so you will soon see the fall of the new king." The little devil said, "The premise is that you have to survive before that."

"I know."

"So you want to trade? You already know you won't die."

"No, I have another way." Lu Mingfei jumped up and stretched his arms and legs, exercising the muscles of his whole body.

"Using the eighth national radio gymnastics set to make people laugh to death?"

“No.” Lu Mingfei said, “Don’t look down on radio gymnastics. That’s the youth I lost.”

"Then your youth is really shameful, brother." commented the little devil.

Lu Mingfei rolled his eyes at him and asked, "So if we return to the real world now, have my injuries healed?"

"I really admire you. At least give the devil some achievements once in a while..." "I, Lu Mingfei, have been wandering for half my life. I only regret that I have never met a wise master. If you don't abandon me..."

“Stop, stop, stop, stop. Okay, okay, brother, you win. As long as we end this conversation, all your conditions will be restored to their peak, including HP and MP.” The little devil sighed, “Just consider it another VIP customer feedback from me…”

"Wait, why do I have MP?"

"It's mental strength." The little devil shrugged. "Before Chu Zihang accepted the Nibelung Project, he could only use the King's Flame once before he would become exhausted. This is because the mental strength of these hybrids is completely incomparable to that of dragons. After accepting the Nibelung Project, Chu Zihang's mental strength has also been strengthened, so he can use the King's Flame multiple times without being exhausted like before."

"OK, I understand." Lu Mingfei nodded.

He finished the last move of the gymnastics, exhaling and inhaling slowly, and all the bones in his body began to make crackling sounds.

The reason why he was defeated so easily just now was because he did not expect that Herzog's attack would be so swift and fierce. It was even more terrifying than Inuyama He who pushed Setsuna to the ninth level.

"Hey, Lu Mingze."

"elder brother?"

"You know, I didn't have the power to resist fate, nor did I have the power to change the outcome, so I was cowardly and lowly, and my bones were as soft as mud. If it weren't for Eri, when Herzog first appeared in front of me as the White King, I would probably kneel down and shout "Long live Herzog" or something." Lu Mingfei retracted his bloody wings and tilted his head to look at Lu Mingze.

The little devil held his chin and thought carefully. "Then he will probably think that you are cursing him to have a short life, because a super first-generation species like the White King has almost eternal life." He said, "Then you will be stepped on to death."

"It's such a shame and boring way to die. If I tell others about it, my senior sisters will look down on me." Lu Mingfei smiled, veins throbbing on his neck and a captivating light flashing in his eyes.

The dark blue veins protruded and tangled on his face like the roots of an old tree, and blood flowed in his blood vessels that glowed red like lava.

“Later I realized that even without strength, I could use my teeth, nails, and everything I had to let the world know my anger. That way, I would not be ashamed even if I died.” Lu Mingfei said with a smile. His body was undergoing huge deformation. The muscles under his scales undulated like the tide, and a curved and sharp horn on his forehead slowly grew.

"Now that I have enough power to change my destiny, what reason is there for me to retreat? Before entering Kassel Academy, you and I already knew that the tragedies that had been staged would be repeated one by one, but this time there would be swords as heavy as mountains to split all those stages in half." Lu Mingfei gritted his teeth and whispered. His voice was heavy and hoarse at first, and then it was as hard as chewing steel between his lips and teeth. The calmness on his face slowly rippled hideously like the surface of a lake where a stone was thrown. He stretched out his hand, and his nails were replaced by black claws. Even in this illusory time, the rage that had been inserted into the deck in the distance began to buzz and vibrate slightly, as if it wanted to return to his hands.

"Herzog's elegy has already been played. His funeral will only be at the end of thorns. It will not be the priest who will send him to hell, but only... me!"

The little devil tilted his head and stared blankly at Lu Mingfei who seemed to be in great pain. He suddenly clapped his hands vigorously, and everyone on the boat began to applaud. The applause echoed like thunder in the endless silence.

Lu Mingfei trembled slightly amid the applause. A huge cracking sound came from his body, and his body was as hot as steel just out of the furnace.

He suddenly raised his head and looked around. The majesty in his golden dragon eyes was as if the gods had descended from the sky.

As he opened his arms, his huge wings also opened, creating an upward gust of wind, and all the ice crystals suspended around were shot like bullets into the endless sky.

Lu Mingfei's body was so burly at this moment, with bloody black scales covering his entire body. The bulging muscles and inhuman joints under the scales formed a ferocious and beautiful dragon body.

After a moment, a faint fluorescent light started from his chest and slowly flowed through his entire body. The applause suddenly stopped, and Lu Mingfei stared down at Lu Mingze's eyes.

At this moment, there was only cold murderous intent in those red-gold eyes.

“Brother, that’s awesome! You’ve done something that no one has ever done before! You have reached the end of the road to becoming a god!” Lu Mingze exclaimed joyfully.

Lu Mingfei's heart trembled slightly.

He responded to Lu Mingze's admiration with a roar.

Violent blood...

Five degrees!

"Then let me help you again!" The smile on Lu Mingze's face suddenly turned ferocious.
"All the characteristics and concepts of rage are ineffective against the White King. The only thing that can help you resist the sharpness of Ame Kusanagi is its tenacity!"

He slowly reached his hand to his cervical vertebrae, a momentary expression of pain appeared on his face, and then he pulled out a thin, bloody bone.

The bones were dull and lifeless, yet flowing with black flames, like the karmic fire of hell.

It's a sword.

"Holy Sword, Durandal, shines wherever it goes." Lu Mingze walked to the side of the buzzing Fury holding the Holy Sword Durandal, and slammed it hard on the blade. The two weapons unexpectedly merged into one, and Fury let out a fierce dragon roar.
The little devil handed the huge saber to Lu Mingfei, bowed slightly, and acted like a servant holding a sword.

"Help my brother to be powerful!" he said loudly.

Lu Mingfei was slightly moved.

Durandal is one of the three holy swords in Europe, and its concept is sharpness.

The concept of Ame-kun is also sharp. (End of this chapter)