Dragon Clan: Thought So Far.

The attack hit the target and both sides retreated violently!

"What on earth happened on that steam train that you could actually call upon such spiritual elements?" Odin sighed. "Who is controlling this body now, that child named Lu Mingfei, or you? My dear sister?"

"I'm your father." Lu Mingfei said.

God was stunned for a moment.

"I'm your father," Lu Mingfei said again, slowly moving his elbows and cervical vertebrae. With these movements, the scales all over his body opened and closed slightly, like scallops swaying with the ocean currents. The scales were either pale or pitch black, like the mottled snowflakes falling in the coal mines of Bulgaria. After a moment, all the scales snapped together with a faint sound of swords clashing.

When fighting Herzog in Tokyo, Lu Mingfei also pushed his blood violence to the current state, the fifth stage of the road to godhood. But at that time, he could only maintain the fifth degree of blood violence for a short time. The dark abyss kept pulling at his consciousness and soul, as if hell was going to swallow him up and then a devil who wanted to roar at the world would occupy this body.

But after fusing part of the White King's blood and opening the fifth blood burst again, Lu Mingfei actually felt that he seemed to be one step closer to the truth of this world. Everything around him was analyzed in his eyes, the flow of elements, the operation of rules, and the seemingly unbreakable but actually riddled with holes in the corners of this world.

It seems that he holds the power in his hands, the whole world is prostrating before him, and fate can no longer bind him. This short-lived feeling of power is fascinating, and everything in the world is at his fingertips.

Could a true king be this majestic in his prime?
Odin blew the whistle, and Sleipnir, which was far more ferocious and hideous than the eight-legged Pegasus Lu Mingfei had ever seen, ran out from the darkness. Its mane was like tiny lightning, and its body was covered with bronze armor. The ground trembled as it ran. When its front hooves were raised beside Odin, the height could reach three stories. When its hooves landed, the scales on each muscular thigh opened and closed, and the muscles all over its body surged like a flood.

The sky-blue wind cloak fluttered in the wind, and Odin had already climbed onto his horse. In his right hand, he held the holy spear that judged all living things by fate, and in his left hand appeared a huge sword made of obsidian. Sleipnir let out an earth-shaking roar from under his iron mask, lightning chips spewed from his nostrils, and lava flames flowed from his mouth.

There is no point in saying more at this point. All the hypocrisy out of fear of each other is meaningless. All efforts for peace are shattered. The only thing left is the most primitive way of resolving differences between kings, to tear apart the enemy's delusions with blood and fire!

Under the impact of the violent elemental turbulence, the domains of all word spirits collapsed.

The middle-aged man who was always talking dirty hid himself under Odin's iron mask. It seemed that even his own personality had changed, becoming silent and angry.

Lu Mingfei showed a sarcastic expression on his face, “How could an ambitious man who hides in the gutter and uses conspiracies and tricks to achieve his goals use a title like Warrior God?” He said, the box of the seven deadly sins stood beside him like a folding fan, he slowly inserted lust back into it, and laid the box containing the Black King's bones and blood flat next to the bronze box.

Then Lu Mingfei pressed the blade of Tenmu Yun with his left hand to serve as a scabbard, and grasped the handle of the brilliant white bone blade with his right hand and slowly pulled it outwards. The originally short arc-shaped blade like a wakizashi seemed to have no end, and the blade became straight and narrow, until it was pulled out into the shape of a Tang-style long sword, the tip of the blade was finally visible.

Step back, stand in a slanting horse stance, and press the knife with backhand.

The movements were smooth and flowing, and when the sword was drawn, the will to kill reached its peak. The blade pointing at Odin was slightly raised, and the light of the sky was reflected on it, and the blade glowed like snow.

"The horn of Ragnarok has sounded, the fire of this world has long been ignited, and no one can extinguish it." Odin raised his spear, and Sleipnir dug his front hooves into the ground. "I feel your anger, but do you think that you can compete with me just because you have the crown of the king of the earth and the mountains?"

The girl in the Bohemian long dress appeared behind Lu Mingfei again, her hair and skirt were lifted up, and her childish face had an expression as clear as ice.

Then a fire started from the hem of her skirt upwards, and the place where the flame passed turned into a scarlet tasseled skirt. Above her smooth and delicate forehead appeared a laurel wreath that shone brightly in the world.

Xia Mi suddenly became burly, with a long snake tail under the hem of her gorgeous skirt.

The girl leaned over and put her cheek against Lu Mingfei. "Don't be afraid of him, brother." She said, "You have me as your sword and spear, so you have nothing to fear."

She slowly held Lu Mingfei's knife-holding hand, and a force was injected into Lu Mingfei's body out of nowhere.

Perhaps due to the impact of the violent elemental turbulence nearby, towering dark clouds gathered above their heads again. Through the gaps in the clouds, they could see a chaotic luster that was looming like the aurora. Occasionally, electric arcs hundreds of kilometers long shuttled through the black clouds. The four towering mountains below stood silently like silent giants.

"Lu Mingze."

"I'm here." A furry head popped out from behind Lu Mingfei. The little devil looked up at Odin who was high on Sleipnir's back. The light in his eyes was so deep that it seemed to absorb everything.

Along with the little devil came the almost iconic time stop, but by now Lu Mingfei already understood the principle of this effect.

"The one that appears in front of us is Odin's real body, right?" Lu Mingfei asked.

"It should be." Lu Mingze nodded.

"Can we trade?"

"elder brother?"

"Use the remaining quarter of your soul to completely destroy Odin and his conspiracy. You also have to bring your brother's father back, and use the Black King's bones and blood to help your sister rebuild a body." Lu Mingfei said.

"Brother, you now give me the feeling of Zhao Zilong at Changbanpo."

"You mean I'm very powerful?" Lu Mingfei said casually. He remembered that he and Chu Zihang used to play video games in the alley of Chenghuang Temple Small Commodity Wholesale Market in front of Shilan Middle School. There was a game called Three Kingdoms Swallowing Heaven and Earth, and he would always choose the role of the handsome young man Zhao Zilong, while Shabei brother would always choose the most powerful Guan Erge, and lead the pretty boy all the way through the levels to the end.

"No, it was Zhao Zilong who rushed out of Cao's camp holding Ah Dou in his arms. He looked like he had no more worries in the world, and his face was full of the expression 'I've gotten enough, and it doesn't matter if I die here.'" Lu Mingze sighed, "A cunning person like you has always only wanted to live in disgrace, but now you want to die heroically?"

"Stop talking fucking nonsense. The terms of the deal are to kill Odin and Odin's puppets, find his embryo and completely put an end to his ambition to get involved in the ultimate power in this world. In the process, send Chu Tianjiao back to Chu Zihang intact and find a body for Xia Mi so that she can be a free and easy little dragon king. It shouldn't be difficult for you, right?" Lu Mingfei spat, "Can you do it? After this, no one knows whether I am you or me, but I don't care. Anyway, that old dog Pompeii has to die, whether he dies with me or with you." "Brother, you don't trust me, or you think I will occupy your body after the deal is completed." Lu Mingze pouted, with an aggrieved look on his face.

"To be honest, compared to your request, perhaps destroying the world is more practical."

Lu Mingfei was stunned. “You can’t beat Odin?” he said.

"No..." Lu Mingze said, "Well, it's a little difficult, but I should be able to do it. However, the reason why I can't do it is that the course of history has entered an irreversible stage. Now Pompey Gattuso is the anchor of fate. No matter what I do, I can't stop him from becoming a participant in Ragnarok."

"What do you mean?"

"Have you heard of the grandfather paradox?" asked the little devil.

"I've heard of the paradox of time travel, which was proposed by French science fiction writer René Bach-Zawil in his 1943 novel The Careless Tourist."

The paradox is that if you go back in time and kill your grandparents before your father was born, this action will produce a contradictory situation - you go back in time and kill your young grandmother. If your grandmother dies, there will be no father, and without a father, there will be no you, so who killed your grandmother?

"But I didn't time travel. To be honest, I don't think dragons can do that." Lu Mingfei frowned, and suddenly his eyes widened, "Wait, you mean, my senior sister and Eri——"

"That's not the case. Your rebirth or time-reversal behavior is just an isolated case, but Odin has now anchored the future. The inevitable arrival of Ragnarok is a separate prophecy, but he added his name to that prophecy." The little devil showed a sad face, "He has a strong enough partner, just like me to you, who can protect him in his destiny."

"That means the deal can't be done, right?" Lu Mingfei seemed calm but his heart was actually in turmoil. With just a few words, the little devil had actually revealed many truths of this world to him.

That partner who is strong enough to stand beside Odin is like the little devil to Lu Mingfei, what is that thing?
Lu Mingfei recalled the attack by Odin on Kuimen in the Three Gorges. The name that Lu Mingze gritted his teeth and said at that time was not Odin or Pompeii, but Kungunir.

Could it be that the gun was not actually a dead object?
“Perhaps what I said is not popular enough.” The little devil sighed. He stood in front of Lu Mingfei and looked at the eight-legged horse with its front hooves raised from a distance. Sleipnir’s figure was as majestic as a mountain.

"In the long river of fate, Ragnarok represents the return of the Black King Nidhogg. Although it is an event that occurs at the end of an era, it was determined long before the beginning of an era... In other words, Ragnarok is a determined event like history. As the great constraint of this era, it is a catastrophe that the entire Earth's ecosystem must face." Lu Mingze described the doomsday scene. "Once the movement of destruction begins to play, strong notes will follow one after another. The disaster that swept the entire Pacific coast when the White King revived is just an appetizer for Ragnarok. Tsunamis tens of meters high swept towards coastal countries and cities due to undersea earthquakes of magnitude 8 or 9. Everything on the earthquake zone was swallowed up by the land gullies that appeared in an instant. Every volcano you can imagine has begun to revive, and volcanic ash will be blown up to a height of ten kilometers to cover the entire earth for more than two years..."

“Alright, alright. I’ve heard so many stories about the doomsday catastrophe that the Black King would bring when he returned that my ears are almost covered with calluses. When old bastard Ange was still able to move, he always liked to invite me to have tea. Every time he did, he would tell me, Mingfei, you have to work hard, Mingfei, you are our hope for the end of the world…” Lu Mingfei paused here. “It’s funny. Ragnarok is getting closer and closer. The principal had placed such high hopes on me, but now I’m being hunted by Kassel Academy.”

"That's right, brother, you are not the anchor of destiny." The little devil snapped his fingers.

"You keep talking about the Anchor, what on earth is that?"

"Grandfather paradox, didn't I tell you? Although Ragnarok happens in the future, it is a history that is bound to come to this world. No matter how hard anyone tries, no matter what you do, it will always appear at the right time and the right place." Lu Mingze shrugged, "It is the future, but it is also history. You can never really change history, and now Odin is the traitor who blows the horn of doom. No matter whether he is willing or not and no matter how he struggles, he has already played the first note of Ragnarok. Once the movement begins, fate will not allow him to stop, so even if we kill him a thousand times or ten thousand times, he will always be resurrected for inexplicable reasons."

Lu Mingfei fell silent.

He knew what Odin was planning, and that the Holy Palace Medical Society and the Far North were his minions.

But he had already stopped Herzog, and the iron law that fate could not be changed had been broken.

Everything should be different.

"Brother, don't lose heart. The prophecy says that Ragnarok will come, but it doesn't say whether it will end." Lu Mingze patted Lu Mingfei on the shoulder. "It's not the first time that the Black King has been killed. Why don't we turn the coronation ceremony of the new king into his funeral?"

Lu Mingfei was startled and lowered his head to look at the boy with a ferocious face.

Unspeakable anger was revealed on Lu Mingze's face when he mentioned the Black King.

"I have to go. That guy seems to have sensed something unusual." The little devil pointed at the Gungnir in Odin's hand. The front end of the gun had a crack on it, and a dark golden light burst out of the crack, like an eye slowly opening.

Before that eye fully opened, the realm where time had stopped finally collapsed.

The deal failed, and Odin had to be completely wiped out from the planet, a condition that even the devil could not fulfill.

Lu Mingfei lowered his head and chuckled.

As he looked up, Sleipnir stepped down with his front hooves at the same time, and spider-web-like grooves cracked into the solid concrete ground, with lightning flowing in the depths of the grooves.

Odin launched a charge, but he was not alone. Behind him were thousands of troops. Dozens or hundreds of huge candles seemed to be swaying in the desolate sand dunes, and dragons soared into the sky from the depths of the dunes!
The group of dragons sleeping in this Nibelung chose to retreat when confronted with the armored cluster of Lord Wa, but now they truly revealed their power.

High-pitched chanting sounded from all directions.

This is a place of death.

"If it weren't for Jörmungandr, you wouldn't even be qualified to stand in front of me." Odin's voice was deep and powerful. A huge ball of lightning gathered in front of him, getting bigger and brighter. Finally, half of the ball sank into the ground. The three-story-high Sleipnir looked like a ping-pong ball next to a basketball. (End of this chapter)