Dragon Clan: Thought So Far.

"Something's not right, Brother." Xia Mi breathed slightly, her red lips were as bright as cinnabar and her face was pale, with some hesitation in her eyes like clear water.

And well-disguised exhaustion.

Using the Ancient Power was quite a burden for her, especially since she was not even a child according to the Dragon King's age, but a premature baby at best.

Lu Mingfei nodded. “I know,” he said.

The surging murderous will in his heart was fading uncontrollably, and the power and arrogance brought by the fifth degree of blood violence were also falling from a high point. The will belonging to the dragon roared unwillingly in Lu Mingfei's mind, but a devil's claw stretched out from the deeper part of the will and violently pulled that will back into the abyss.

"If it weren't for me, you would have died." The little devil appeared beside Lu Mingfei. He was chewing something in his mouth, making a crisp sound that made people's teeth ache. If you listen carefully, you can hear the low growl like a beast.

“You have experienced the power brought by the fifth degree of blood violence. It is still a little different from our 100% fused dragon state, but the degree of distortion has already approached the limit that some people cannot tolerate. They were already very suspicious of you... Anyway, you can't do this kind of thing again in the future.” The little devil took out the handkerchief folded into a swallowtail from his jacket pocket, wiped the corners of his mouth carefully, and a look of aftertaste appeared on his face.

"what are you eating?"

"If you have too much of your trashy emotions, you will destroy the world."

"Is it tasty?"

"It's not delicious. It tastes like the pickled puffins that little Renata stole from the Eskimo village." The little devil pursed his lips, as if he still remembered the taste very clearly. He still felt a little emotional when he recalled it now.

"If it doesn't taste good, don't eat it. Don't you devils always look forward to the destruction of the world?"

"Not yet." The little devil shrugged.

This time time did not stop. The cracks that were cut in the wall of space by rage began to wriggle and repair themselves. A very bad premonition was slowly rising in Lu Mingfei and Xia Mi's hearts.

"That's Inuyama Ka and Uesugi Yue who have been investigating the Nibelungen Night Food Field, right? I thought it only overlapped with Tokyo City, but I didn't expect it to include the Sea of ​​Japan. Is the power of the dragon clan so strong?"

The battlefield for a Dragon King-level battle is the entire sky, not to mention a pseudo-king like Herzog who is theoretically stronger than the four great monarchs.

Their current location should have left the continental shelf and was at least hundreds of kilometers away from Tokyo Bay.

This is also the reason why he and Xia Mi can use almost all means to attack the Yamata no Orochi without restraint.

Although the internal space of the kingdom of the dead is as disordered as the Penrose stairs, the fundamental reason why it appears huge is because of the infinite loop of the stairs.

Even Nibelungen, the king of earth and mountains, who is known as the lord of all the dead kingdoms, can only cover a city. How can the Night Food Field cover Tokyo and hundreds of kilometers of sea?
"Have I ever told you that the Night Food Field was not created by the descendants of the White King of the Age of Gods?" said the little devil.

He left Lu Mingfei and circled around Xia Mi, looking up and down at the girl's pale face and slightly clenched teeth.

Xia Mi once showed the ability to counteract Lu Mingze's time-stopping phenomenon, on the day when Lu Mingfei and she boarded the CC1000 express train to Kassel College.

But even though she had awakened the body of the Dragon King, she still didn't realize that the devil, whom she suspected to be one of her brothers, was hanging in front of her.

"You hardly ever mentioned Night Food Field to me." Lu Mingfei said.

"It was created by the White King, inherited by Izanagi, and then built by the ancient Snake Family. It is a reflection of Takamagahara, so you can see a tower in the crack just now that is exactly the same as the center of the underwater city destroyed by the nuclear bomb." Lu Mingze said, "The White King created the Night Food Plain during the war with Nidhogg. At first, it was believed that her purpose was to leave a pure land for her bloodline, but later the dragons that broke into it found that all the dragons sent into the Night Food Plain by the White King disappeared out of thin air, from the dragon bone cross to the traces of their existence. All disappeared."

"The traces of their existence represent flesh and blood. The Night Devourer devoured their bones and blood." Lu Mingfei said.
"To dragons, bones represent power and blood represents strength."

"Bingo, brother is really smart. I have not witnessed that period of history, but according to my speculation, the White King created the Nibelungen, the Night Food Plain, not to leave a pure land for her descendants, but to use it as a protection mechanism for himself." The little devil snapped his fingers and stretched out his hand to pull out two shining swords from the void.

There was no need for Lu Mingze to introduce these two swords to him, Lu Mingfei himself knew the names of these two swords in history.

One is called Budu Yuhun, and the other is called Tianyu Yuzhan.

They are not entities, but weapons summoned by the little devil from concepts, similar to the holy sword Durandal that was integrated into the rage.

Lu Mingze casually swung the sharp blade in his hand, and the dozens of meters long blade light fell straight towards the Yamata no Orochi, whose head and tail were connected and its dense white scales were exposed like armor.

Lu Mingfei's pupils shrank slightly. Although the fifth degree blood burst had been forcibly stopped, the hot dragon blood had not yet completely cooled down. He could still see the flow of elements in the air like a real dragon.

When the two sword lights fell towards the Yamata no Orochi, the whole world seemed to dim in the element's field of vision, and all the light was sucked away.

In fact, not all the light was sucked away, but all the free elements between heaven and earth were pulled by the black hole-like gravity towards the sword light that fell on the scales of the Yamata no Orochi.

However, the seemingly devastating sword light did not fall on the Yamata no Orochi at all, but once again tore a deep wound on the barrier between reality and illusion.

"Offspring are meaningless to something of the White King's level. All dragons or hybrids that claim to have the White King's bloodline are actually consumables or seeds created by her." Lu Mingze said.
"The purpose of a seed's existence is to take root and sprout. The White King shared a tiny amount of power to create one-third of the dragons in the Age of Gods. After these dragons grew up, they gradually completed their incomplete genes and stole the surging power from the rules of the world... But the White Supreme was defeated and died in the war with Nidhogg before she could reap her own fruits. Before she fell, she used the Night Food to kill almost all the pure-blooded descendants of the White King, and bound everything about them to the rules of the Nibelungen. But no one could use these powers until the White King returned to the world."

Lu Mingfei grasped the key point of the little devil's words.

"What do you mean unless the White King returns to the world?" he asked.

"Brother, you have already guessed it, right? If the fusion of Herzog and Izanagi succeeds, the result will be that one plus one is greater than two. Even if they will never have the power of the Supreme again, they can still raise the banner stained with human blood in the easternmost part of the earth and start a new round of conquest."

“But the Yamata-no-Orochi is not a dragon body hatched by Herzog himself. There is rejection between them and Izanagi will not be willing to be a stepping stone for others to ascend to the throne. They will clash in their wills.” Lu Mingfei is by no means the newbie who knew nothing when he first entered Kassel Academy many years ago. After getting to know Herzog in depth and using his S-level privileges to read through the research results obtained with countless bloody means, he knows much more secrets in the field of dragon research than most people.

"The ceremony has begun. Their wills are clashing, but their genes are complementing each other. For us, what will hatch from the cocoon soon will not be the White King, but for Ye Zhishiyuan, no matter whether it is Herzog or Izanagi who awakens, the blood closest to God flows in his body." The little devil adjusted his collar, and Lu Mingfei noticed that the little guy had changed into a decent black suit with a white rose on his chest.

A white shirt can be seen through the collar of the suit, and there is an opening at the back that allows the devils to spread their wings without damaging the suit itself.

"I remember you once told me that white roses are for funerals, so whose funeral is it today in your script?" Lu Mingfei's voice gradually grew colder.

"Of course it's mine. I've been looking forward to death for several epochs." Lu Mingze tilted his head, his voice singing, "Yamata no Orochi and Herzog have merged using the method Norton once used, and are now hatching again. This sea area was originally the White King's territory, and now the whole world is cheering. The Sea of ​​Japan is their womb for hatching, and the Night Food Principle mistook this embryo for the White King's loyal shield guard."

"Why not a guard with a sword?"

"Because the Nibelung itself is not aggressive, but it is almost impossible for you to kill the monster that is hatching. All your malicious attempts will be blocked by the Nibelung. It has endless power and is almost impossible to be destroyed." The little devil showed a sweet smile on his face. He opened his arms and gently hugged Lu Mingfei. "I have given you the method, Something for nothing. Sometimes we have to pay a price to achieve our goals. It is worth using my life in exchange for the power and authority to roar in the world."

"It's not really like that, right? This world always brings countless sorrows and pains to everyone, but it rarely lets a person really fall into despair... Our ancestors said that there are fifty great ways and forty-nine heavenly evolutions, and everything in the world always has a glimmer of hope... Do you know a way to kill Herzog without a deal?"

Lu Mingze was silent for a second, then he smiled softly.

"Brother, you are so much smarter than before. It's not like you anymore."

"Stop talking nonsense and tell me what to do." Lu Mingfei said coldly.

"Judgment, Word Spirit. The effect of Judgment is to summon the concept of death. Perhaps it can make the Nibelungen misjudge and identify this power as the same kind, so that the concept of death falls on the alien embryo." Lu Mingze shrugged, "But I have to remind your brother, if the head of the Uesugi family stops chanting the Word Spirit after using the Golden Holy Syrup, then her bloodline will remain stable for a long time. She can fall in love, hold hands, hug your waist, and even roll in the sheets and give birth to a baby for you... But she has just used Judgment, and her body is on the verge of collapse. Now she has not been eroded by the manic blood of the White King like in the past because the Golden Holy Syrup in her body is still trying its best to suppress the toxicity in the dragon blood... As your dearest brother, I have to remind you, absolutely, absolutely, absolutely do not let the head of the Uesugi family use the Word Spirit again, otherwise the toxicity suppressed by the Golden Holy Syrup will instantly destroy the fragile defense line in his body that has been built up by his own immune system over the years."

"I know. I never intended for Eri to do this."

"Zero can't do it either. Although her Word Mirror has successfully copied the holy words that can issue death orders to all things in the world, it is not the true concept of death and will be recognized by the Nibelungs." The little devil shrugged.

"I can enter the fifth degree of blood violence again. After transforming into a dragon, in addition to those words of destruction that only the Dragon King can recite, I can use the power of any holy words in the world, and judgment is no exception." Lu Mingfei said softly.

In fact, even if the little devil didn't tell him, he knew that his physical condition was on the verge of collapse.

The remaining toxicity of the violent blood was still rampant in this fragile body.

But some people are born not afraid of death.

Lu Mingfei used to be afraid of death, but now when he thinks back on it, he feels that his past life actually had no value in this world.

To Lu Mingfei at that time, the world was synonymous with fucked up. The girl he liked always liked someone else, and when he wanted to turn around and hug someone, that person had always left him.

Today, Lu Mingfei is no longer afraid of death because there are people in this world he wants to protect.

That damn fate has been forced into a dead end. Should I really give up at this moment?
No, he absolutely would not.

The little devil sighed.

"I know you're trying to provoke me, but I can't help it. After all, I'm your brother."

He stretched out a finger and pointed it at Lu Mingfei's brow. In an instant, a bright light swept in all directions like a supernova explosion.

But only Lu Mingfei could see this light, and the shrimp man controlled the atrium snake to launch an overwhelming attack on Herzog's embryo from all directions.

The giant python summoned from the spirit was the dragon body that Xia Mi once possessed. At this moment, the long neck that stood like a copper pillar reaching the sky was forming a huge circle. Looking down from a height of several hundred meters, there were slight ripples spreading along both sides of the giant python's body, but if you put yourself on the ground, it was actually a huge wave dozens of meters high.

The huge waves were carrying sharp basalt fragments. These fragments stabbed at the gaps between the scales of the Yamata no Orochi like sharp blades, but always disappeared from the turbulent sea water when they were about to touch the huge alien embryo. Then, dense space cracks appeared around the Yamata no Orochi, which were like a blizzard and disappeared in an instant.

As Lu Mingze said, any attack launched against Herzog and Yamata no Orochi would be absorbed by Nibelungen.

At this time, some incredible changes still caught Xia Mi's attention.

A strong wind came down from the sky, crushing all the heavy clouds and mountains within a radius of several kilometers into the sea.

"Something for nothing, 50% fusion, all the power and authority in this world should be open to you." The little devil stopped laughing when he said this, his face was solemn and stern, and when he opened his arms, he looked like a cross hanging in the air.

Then he and Kuangfeng approached Lu Mingfei together, hugged the man whose dragon transformation had completely disappeared, and merged into one with him!
In Xia Mi's eyes, the brutal and terrifying beast-like aura of Lu Mingfei dissipated like the tide. The scales and exoskeleton on his body quickly peeled off as the dragon blood settled, and a brilliant light burned on his wings.

Senior brother is transforming from a dragon back into a human.

But she didn't dare to approach.

Because while Lu Mingfei was turning back into a human, he was also stepping into a completely different field.

He took a deep breath, as if he wanted to suck all the air in the world into his lungs.

The scales that peeled off Lu Mingfei's body turned into gray-black ashes in the wind. The wings behind him were burning, and as the flames grew bigger, they became more majestic.

A loud sound like a glacier cracking was coming from his body. It was the sound of his dragon-like bones separating and returning to their original positions one by one, and then entering another state of transformation.

After just a few seconds, Lu Mingfei's golden eyes went out and then lit up again, like a bright lamp that never went out in the wind and rain.

The Night Food Field was leading Herzog, Lu Mingfei and others back to the direction of Tokyo Bay, but at a certain moment the barrier between the virtual world and the real world trembled violently.

Lu Mingfei looked at his hands with joy.

That feeling is back.

That feeling of having everything under control.

Xia Mi looked at Lu Mingfei warily. She was no longer sure who the man flying beside her was.

"It's me." Lu Mingfei said softly.

But what came out was not a familiar language, but ancient dragon script.

Xia Mi was stunned for a moment, and a trace of confusion appeared in her eyes.

"Leave it to me next." Lu Mingfei said. He stretched out his bony hand to stroke the girl's hair, and a gentle smile appeared on his face, which had not changed much.

Then the rage in Lu Mingfei's hand was chopped casually, and the order of death came down quietly like a breeze.

The breeze gradually turned into a blood-red storm that fell from the sky. Before the Nibelungen could make any reaction, the wind of death had already blown over the curled-up embryo of the Yamata no Orochi.

The hard scales covering the body of the Yamata no Orochi lasted less than a second in this final judgment, and were uprooted like a scallop swaying back and forth in the undercurrent of the sea, and then crushed into deep white powder by the concept of death in the whirlwind.

Then its flesh and bones were blown away and destroyed by the bloody gale, accompanied by screams like those of a thousand or ten thousand demons.

Suddenly, patches of light and fire appeared in the distance. Lu Mingfei was just controlling the field of judgment to devour the Yamata no Orochi bit by bit. "It's Tokyo. The White King's Nibelungen wants to protect the embryo, so it took us back to the most powerful core of this kingdom of the dead." Xia Mi bit her lower lip lightly, her beautiful eyes narrowed as she looked down at the Yamata no Orochi that was crushed by the judgment.

Although the bloodline of this Word Spirit is the White King, it is actually more in line with the twins of the King of the Earth and the King of the Mountains.

If Jörmungandr can devour Fenrir, she will evolve into the true supreme "Hela", who not only masters the elements of the earth but also the concept of death.

That kind of thing has never appeared before, so no one knows how majestic the so-called god of death is.

However, we can also see this from the analogy of the power of judgment alone.

"Your sickle that embodies the concept of death should also be able to hurt the Yamata no Orochi." Lu Mingfei said.

"No, Nibelungen knows me." Xia Mi shook her head.

A thick and fishy red blizzard was raging on the surface of the curled up Yamata no Orochi. The concept of death in Judgment was completely consistent with the Kingdom of the Dead in terms of compatibility, so even if Lu Mingfei gave the embryo a death order at the edge of the Night Food Field where it overlapped with reality, Nibelungen did not bear the tragic damage on behalf of that thing.

——On the deck of the Atlantic Sun God in the distance, Nono held down the hem of her long skirt and looked into the distance at the center of the elemental riot.

She saw Lu Mingfei using Judgment in his dragon form to severely damage the Yamata-no-Orochi, and she also saw the shadow of another giant beast that was almost as huge as the sky and the earth, circling the Yamata-no-Orochi, which was connected head to tail, and constantly making attacking movements, but it had no effect at all, and only tore open the tough boundary wall between the spaces.

The golden symbol flashed in the pair of wine-red eyes. Nono stretched out her hands and tied her long hair into a ponytail behind her head. She turned around and held down Constantine who was eager to try, and hooked her finger at Ling.

Unlike Eri, the judgment copied by Zero using the Mirror Eyes only consumes his own physical strength and energy, and he can recover after a period of recuperation.

Her Royal Highness the Princess was originally sitting on a beach chair at the edge of the swimming pool, sipping a dark green cocktail. When she saw Nuonuo hooking her finger at her, she blinked and stood up, a hint of doubt on her cold little face.

"Keep an eye on the little mute and don't let her do anything stupid." Nono whispered, pressing something into Ling's palm.

Ling was stunned for a moment, and a trace of solemnity appeared on his little face, which looked a little pale due to fatigue.

Nono's ability is profiling, which is no secret in Kassel Academy. People who can profile can always see many things that others cannot see.

"Is Lu Mingfei okay?" Ling asked after a moment of hesitation.

Nono carefully looked at the Russian girl in front of him from head to toe.

"It's okay, that guy is very lucky." Nuo Nuo rubbed Ling's hair as if he was rubbing a kitten's ears.

"You take the serum with you, and stay with Eri together with Constantine. If her physical condition worsens, use the serum on her. It should be enough for us to get back to Chicago." Nono suddenly resumed her big sister behavior and began to issue combat orders to Her Royal Highness the Princess and Xiaokang, who was ready to fight to the death.

The serum that Nuo Nuo mentioned was the one that Yuan Zhisheng gave to Lu Mingfei. It was a drug extracted from Deadpool's fetus that could suppress the mania and cold-bloodedness in the bodies of fallen hybrids.

If the Golden Holy Serum is ultimately unable to suppress the toxicity in Eri's body, then perhaps these serums will become the last thing used to save her life.

"What about you, sister?" Constantine blinked his clear big eyes.

"I'll go find a small boat. There are too many people here and we could easily become a target." Nono said, "A cruise ship of this level should be equipped with a lot of inflatable boats. We were carried back to Tokyo Bay by the ocean current and can follow the current to get to the dock."

"We can act together," Zero said.

"No, Eri's condition is very strange. She seems like a PTSD patient and is in a state of stress. If we let her run down with us, something might happen." Nono frowned.

"I, I, I, I, I can carry Sister Eri on my back." Constantine raised his hand and spoke in a low voice.

Until this moment they were still the VIPs on this ship, even though someone saw Xia Mi growing huge dragon wings and soaring into the sky.

Han Gao had not issued any new orders yet, and no one had the courage to act rashly.

"You have to stay on the deck," Nono said. "No one knows if there will be a tsunami that can destroy the structure of the cruise ship. If you really encounter such a situation, you have to protect the ship, at least before we leave."

Many people would ignore Constantine because of his appearance, but in fact this little guy is the most dangerous one among them.

The King of Bronze and Fire who holds power can stir up the world-destroying Word Spirit, Zhulong. Even now, Constantine can rub a Rhine in his hands and throw it out like a small atomic bomb.

"I understand. I will protect her." Zero held the curled up Eri in her arms. She could feel the girl in her arms trembling slightly, and her exquisite and curvy body was as hot as if it was burning.

The dragon blood washed through her blood vessels, leaving behind an extremely high body temperature. If she continued to use the Word Spirit, the poison suppressed by the golden holy juice would flow through her blood and spread throughout her limbs.

Eri was originally the purest and most powerful individual among the descendants of the White King. Compared to her two brothers, Minamoto no Chisei and Minamoto no Chijo, she was a more majestic emperor and a more dangerous demon.

Once this bloodline, which was already at a critical point, began to degenerate, the process would be almost irreversible.

Nono pulled out two Scorpion submachine guns from the weapon box at his feet, loaded them with brass bullets one by one in front of many people, then loaded them, put them on his waist, and blew them into the passage leading to the lower cabin like the wind.

——The scarlet storm completely enveloped the body of Yamata no Orochi, and the breath of death was corroding the huge alien embryo from the outside to the inside.

Lu Mingfei knew that the trial had taken effect.

But his vigilance remained undiminished. If Herzog and Yamata-no-Orochi, who were in the process of merging, could be killed so easily, then the little devil would not have appeared just now and said he wanted to make a deal with him.

Sure enough, countless purple and white branch-like lightning suddenly rose from the sea surface raging with the death gale, and each lightning reached straight to the sky. The clouds and mountains that were pressed into the sea by the fierce pressure when Lu Mingze arrived reunited in an instant, circling above the heads of Lu Mingfei and Xia Mi.

A huge shadow swayed from the scarlet storm and slowly stretched out, then it broke through the edge of the storm like a copper pillar reaching the sky and swayed in the air one by one.

It was the long neck of the Yamata no Orochi, four in total, each of them was covered with white bones, and all the flesh and blood had been stripped away by the concept of death.

A terrifying suction force appeared on all sides of the Yamata no Orochi, and the death power of judgment was completely absorbed by the Night Food Root.

Lu Mingfei's pupils shrank slightly, and he continued to roar out ancient dragon characters, each of which represented that he was issuing an order of death.

In the order of judgment, blood-red icicles were extracted from the water molecules in the air, turning into sharp blades that pointed at the Yamata no Orochi.

The surging sea was frozen, and huge ice cracks extended in all directions with the alien embryo formed by the Yamata no Orochi as the center. Each ice crack was blood red.

"Time is meaningless in this world, the war is over." Herzog's mocking and playful voice sounded along with the sound of the tide.
"The new king will ascend the throne today. Everything you have done is meaningless... As the one who caused all this, I will give you eternal torment."

"Fuck eternity!"

Lu Mingfei held the rage that fell from the sky, which was undoubtedly even more powerful than a meteorite falling from outside the atmosphere.

But the furious blade could not touch the flesh of the Yamata no Orochi, and the golden-red blade light was completely swallowed up by the Night Food Source flashing in the void.

"You are not a descendant of God, and the kingdom of God will not recognize you." Herzog laughed coldly, and the laughter echoed in the sky and sea.

Lu Mingfei didn't care and stretched out his hand towards the cruise ship. The bronze box immediately appeared in his hand across the distance.

The knife box was spread out like a folding fan, and every sword in the box was humming.

Lu Mingfei suddenly inserted the Fury into its original position, and molten gold light and fire shot out of his pupils.

Alchemy field. Crime and punishment!
Countless voices were chanting the eternal dragon script like a loud bell. Seven alchemical swords all popped out, and light and fire formed seven ferocious dragons. Each dragon was as huge as the Yamata no Orochi, with flying hair and beards, and scales clasping together, making a series of thunderous noises. They looked down at the alien embryo from the sky, and there was murderous intent in their dragon eyes.

The next second, the four skeleton-like long necks ejected by the Yamata no Orochi suddenly contracted and tightly wrapped around the outer layer of the embryo. The bronze spine tightened and relaxed, and dense bone spurs grew out from the gaps between the spines.

Then the realm of sin and punishment suddenly tightened. Seven giant dragons, each chanting dragon script, imitated the power of a world-destroying spirit. The tides of elements caused the cloud patterns of the entire planet to undergo drastic changes.

But when all the words fell on the scales of the Yamata no Orochi, everything was silent, and Night Food Root still easily swallowed this heavy blow that could almost destroy a country.

Lu Mingfei roared towards the sky. He used both hands to pull out his rage again and slashed frantically at the surface of the alien embryo, but it only continued to tear open the cracks between reality and illusion.

"Even if you get the weapon to kill the king, you will never know the greatness of God." Herzog said sarcastically.

"Just wait for my hatching. The whole world will be conquered by me..."

His voice suddenly became lower, and finally became slightly trembling, and then he suddenly screamed in fear.

"No, what are you doing! No no no no no!"

Lu Mingfei realized that besides himself, there was another person who was using the concept of death to wipe out the embryo that was about to hatch into the White King.

Before he turned around, he could hear the clear voice echoing on the cold sea.

It was a girl speaking the language of ancient times. Lu Mingfei had said the same words a few seconds ago.

That word is...

"die."

Eri whispered.

Dense spider-web-like cracks suddenly appeared on the surface of the alien embryo that was nurturing a great life, and dazzling white light emanated from the cracks.

"Please don't go on. I am willing to share this world with you. You can have power that you can't imagine!" Herzog's voice became anxious and flattering. When death really came, the man finally revealed his true nature.

Eri's bloodline is the purest descendant of the White King, and she should be the true carrier of the White King's return, but Herzog stole this honor.

But the girl was just carried by the wind and looked into the distance at a height of several dozen meters. Her skirt and long hair fluttered, and her slender wrists and ankles were covered with pale scales.

Ye No Sukuhara automatically gave in in front of Eri, because she was the purest descendant of the White King's blood, and she was qualified to meet God.

There was no more cowardice and vigilance towards this world in her eyes. Her bright golden pupils were filled with the coldness of killing.

"Die!" Eri's voice was as hard as the friction of metal. As another killing order was issued, the curled up Yamata-no-Orochi suddenly began to collapse along the cracks all over its body. Huge amounts of blood began to radiate from every corner of the behemoth's body, like a postmodern dark art piece filled with flowers.

"You lowly bitch, you poor freak, you bastard, I'm going to..."

"die."

When the last order was given, Herzog's hysterical curse came to an abrupt end. Heavy rain fell from the sky, and a huge amount of white steam suddenly rose from the body of the Yamata no Orochi. The white steam was instantly dispersed, revealing the scene inside.

It's dead.

There was no more struggle except Herzog's impotent rage. All the flesh and blood on the body seemed to be blown away by a steel storm, dyeing the frozen sea red. Every long neck drooped on the ice, leaving only broken cervical vertebrae.

A tornado of fire rose up with a boy wrapped in it, hugged the powerless Eri, and then slowly fell down.

Lu Mingfei bit his teeth until they were about to break, smashed the bones of the Yamata no Orochi, and found Herzog who had embedded himself into the huge dragon's body.

He was already dying, his scales and skin peeled back, revealing his massive veins and bloody muscle tissue, and he was gasping for breath, his long tail still buried deep in the skull of the Yamata no Orochi.

He seemed to want to beg for mercy, or say some more harsh words, or delay time.

But Lu Mingfei stepped on the old dog's face, and Kramer's long sword named Greed pierced Herzog's heart the next second, and then lust penetrated into his brows.

Herzog's body trembled violently for a few times and then there was no movement.

Lu Mingfei did not hesitate. He chopped off each of Herzog's vertebrae one by one with greed, and burned them all to ashes with flames before finally sitting down.

The dragon-like features slowly faded from the man's body. He looked behind him blankly, his heart felt empty, as if he had been stabbed. (End of this chapter)