Dragon Clan: Thought So Far

The majestic and condescending goddess slightly raised her eyes. The emotionless golden eyes were not like the dazzling brilliance that the secret party had imagined for many years. Instead, they were like a lost traveler trekking in the dark wilderness. When he was desperate, he saw a dim and yellow candlelight in the far distance and was shocked and overwhelmed.

The White King stood up from the thorn throne above the Yamata no Orochi. She looked down at Lu Mingfei. They looked at each other across the sea and the empty sky dotted with gray and black clouds.

The scarlet waves roared dozens of meters below Lu Mingfei. The hole in the clouds opened by the long neck of the snake was being filled by thunderous clouds. The fierce light above the girl with charming features and solemn demeanor became dimmer and dimmer, but her golden eyes became brighter and brighter.

The crescent-shaped white skirt covering the entire dragon head was fluttering, and the waterfall-like black hair was also fluttering. Lu Mingfei still looked up blankly. In a trance, he seemed to feel that he had once stared at someone in the same posture.

The long neck of the Yamata no Orochi suddenly bent down, and the fierce wind pressure fell heavily. Lu Mingfei stretched out his huge and furious left arm to block in front of him. His forearm was covered with black scales, and the muscles under the scales were like steel bulges.

The shadow enveloped him, and Lu Mingfei heard a more fierce tide coming from below. The wind pressure had already fallen on the sea, like a giant falling from the sky into this scarlet sea, setting off a rolling tide.

When he moved his left arm away, the dragon head of the Yamata no Orochi had already appeared in front of him, and the huge golden vertical pupil reflected Lu Mingfei's shadow.

The White King was already standing at the front of the dragon head. She looked at Lu Mingfei and frowned. Lu Mingfei's figure was also reflected in her ignorant and calm golden eyes.

Lu Mingfei's scales were all open, and then they were snapped together one by one, making a metallic roar. His body was slightly crouched, with Tian Kusun in front and Fury behind, making a posture that seemed to be about to launch an attack but was actually full of vigilance and full defense.

A certain pleasant smell was brought to his face by the wind, and Lu Mingfei held his breath.

The last ray of warm sunlight disappeared from the top of the White King's head, and the girl's golden eyes were as bright as falling into the stars in the clear lake.

Lu Mingfei knew that this was the signal for the battle to begin. He breathed slowly and exhaled a breath of hot air.

Then he swung Fury and Tian Kusun up and down, and finally all the sword lights burst into dazzling flames, and the dark gold and crescent white blade arcs intersected and cut the air, making a wind demon's scream.

The so-called skills are just tools that humans use to make up for their own shortcomings when killing their own kind.

Lu Mingfei's strength and speed have reached the limit. No matter in the history of humans or the history of hybrids, there has never been an alien that has advanced the road to deification to this extent.

He does not need skills, just keep swinging the knife, keep swinging the knife, until the evil ghosts from the past history are cut into pieces.

Facing the fear and shock of the White King, Lu Mingfei did not even have time to think about why this happened. In the blink of an eye, the knife arc had left a faintly glowing tail. In the last sound of breaking through the air, Tian Muyun and Fury crossed and fiercely slashed at the forehead of the White King who did not move much!

Lu Mingfei showed a happy expression on his face. He did not understand Tian Muyun, but he knew the seven deadly sins very well. Although the White King was the first generation created by Nidhogg, and even the supreme being above the four monarchs, Fury was the master of alchemy. Norton even engraved the motto on the surface of the box, "The blood of every king must end with a sword"!

It can pierce the hardest bones in Fenrir's body, and can split the White King from the center of his brow.

It's just the human body of the Dragon King, don't be afraid, don't be afraid, because you are a desperado, and a desperado should fight with his life!

The knife light that arrived one step ahead has already set off a gust of wind that lifted the girl's crescent-white skirt and flew back. The Yamata no Orochi looked up coldly at Lu Mingfei who jumped up and fell down and vowed to kill the king.

A strand of black hair was cut off by the sharp blade. The White Emperor who once ruled the world will undoubtedly face the inevitable death in her destiny.

At the last moment, everything was silent, and the man's breathing was heavy and long.

The pair of black wings suddenly opened, and the airflow from the opposite direction almost pierced the membrane on the wings, and also stopped his unstoppable attack.

The blade of Ame-kun was pressed under the blade of Rage, and the blade of the long sword from the tailbone of the Yamata no Orochi, the incarnation of Susanoo, was steadily hovering a few centimeters above the smooth forehead of the White King.

He stopped the blade when the blade was about to cut the White King, and all the murderous intent disappeared.

The knife light cut the belt that bound the White King's hair. Her long hair was like clouds, and the hem of her skirt was also like clouds. The crown representing power and strength did not exist. It was the sharp horns on the dragon's head that gave Lu Mingfei the illusion that she was wearing a golden crown.

Ame-kun and Rage stopped falling because the girl suddenly tilted her head and a strand of hair fell from her ear.

The shadow of the other girl overlapped with the White King. If you look closely, they are actually somewhat similar. Even the imperial daughter in the golden crown and gorgeous skirt has a pair of dark red eyes covered by gold.

How could there be such a coincidence in the world, Eri, Nono, the White King who was killed in the ice sea many years ago...

Unrelated people actually have similar looks.

A truth that is far more bizarre and terrifying than any conspiracy that Lu Mingfei has uncovered, witnessed, and experienced so far is slowly being unveiled in front of him. Under the curtain is the abyss connected to hell, and the wailing of ghosts can be heard from the depths of hell.

Lu Mingfei's fingers trembled, and his whole body trembled. He put both knives behind his back and reached out to the White King, who shrank back like a frightened little animal.

Then she realized that the man holding the sharp blade had no ill intentions. His pupils with golden flames clearly showed the majesty of a king, but at this moment, he showed a curious expression like a kitten.

She hugged her left shoulder with her soft and slender right arm, and stretched out her slender left hand, extending a finger and touching one of Lu Mingfei's fingers in the wind.

Lu Mingfei suddenly let out a long breath.

It turns out that the White King...

also has body temperature.

The girl who looked a bit like Eri still tilted her head and blinked blankly.

Only when Lu Mingfei got close enough did he see what a perfect creature the White King was. Her beauty was both divine and demonic. Elemental turbulence surrounded her long hair, and lightning and sparks flashed. Every time the arc lit up, it drove a huge amount of high-energy particles around it into the air, and then the deep clouds descended with gorgeous aurora.

But suddenly, the harmless girl's face showed a ferocious expression. The childishness of the little girl and the haziness of the cat in the golden dragon eyes disappeared, leaving only the coldness of death.

Lu Mingfei was shocked. His years of combat experience made him reach out to hold his knife handle immediately.

But the slender hand had already gently grasped his wrist.

The loud sound of the glacier cracking echoed in the sky and sea, and his right wrist bones were crushed. After the fourth blood burst, the dragon body was as fragile as a cookie in front of the White King.

Lu Mingfei gritted his teeth and struggled to break free. The flapping of his wings took him away, but more huge shadows had trapped him like a cage.

The other long necks of Yamata no Orochi poked their heads out from under the sea at some point, surrounding Lu Mingfei from all sides. There seemed to be an invisible field between the long necks, and the electric current that could electrocute a pure-blooded dragon into charcoal flowed on the boundary wall of the field.

Lu Mingfei's facial bones were hard, and his crushed forearm began to make crackling sounds, which could not be covered by the sound of the tide and the wind. The forearm that should have been sentenced to death and faced amputation in any hospital actually became plump miraculously, with flesh and blood reorganized, blood vessels biting together like a wriggling little snake, and nerve tissue self-healing along the repaired bones.

The knife flashed, and Tian Kusunakumo and Fury were held in his hands again in the most violent posture.

Tian Kusunakumo's blade slid down along Fury's blade spine, and the light sound of the sword resounded. The two knives crossed, and the murderous intent pointed directly at the eyebrows of the White King.

Now Lu Mingfei knew that the person who appeared in front of him was not Eri or Nono, but the Supreme White King who competed with the Black King in the Ancient God Era.

The girl looked down at him coldly, her golden eyes were so cold and majestic, and all her ignorance and confusion were pretended. Even though she had such a close connection with Jörmungandr, the King of the Earth and Mountains, Lu Mingfei would still subconsciously ignore the fact that dragons were not just big fools who could only spit fire.

Since its birth in this world, the dragon species has been synonymous with cunning and viciousness. In history, they have used all kinds of conspiracies and tricks to kill their own kind and want to dominate the world alone, but in the end, another more insidious and cunning race overthrew those dragons who ultimately won.

The White King walked forward, she was clearly stepping on the air, but she did not fall, but waded through the water like the goddess of Luo River barefoot, each step was dotted in the middle of the ripples, and the silent elements exploded small turbulence under the pair of pink and white little feet.

As she walked, the crescent-white dress began to burn, turning from top to bottom into a light armor of dark white. The surface of the armor was covered with scales like works of art, and was engraved with exquisite patterns.

The hem of the long dress was burning, and finally made the girl look like a flower in full bloom, with sharp thorns, coldly warning everyone not to get close or even think about picking it.

This was not the time to appreciate it. Lu Mingfei had realized that this space should not be real, and it might not even be a Nibelungen, but a dream constructed by the words recited by the real Yamata no Orochi.

Genji had also demonstrated similar abilities. The blood of the White King originally flowed with pure spiritual elements.

Although it was a dream, it was a dream constructed by a dragon. If he died here, would his body also die?

Lu Mingfei let out a low roar. He used both hands to combine the two knives and swung them at the elegant swan-like neck of the White King. The speed was much faster than when he fought against Odin. It even seemed that he could cut through time.

Logically, nothing could stop such a knife, but the White King dodged sideways with an expressionless face.

Then a soft, slender little hand pressed the back of the two knives. Fury and Tenmuyun trembled, either because of anger or fear.

She looked delicate and beautiful. If she were a girl in the human world, she might not even be able to unscrew a bottle cap. But when she pressed the two dragon-like giant knives, she burst out with divine power. Even spider-web-like cracks began to appear on Tenmuyun's blade.

Lu Mingfei couldn't pull the knife back, so he decisively let go and attacked the White King's abdomen from the side with a knee with metal-like barbs.

Although her armor was covered with shiny scales, her abdomen was still that of a girl, slender and flat. Even the scales of her light armor did not completely cover her, revealing her skin that looked like fluorescent white jade.

All the spikes on Lu Mingfei's body are weapons that grow along the bones. Even if they are used to fight against alchemical swords, they will not be at a disadvantage. However, when the tip of the spike touched the White King's abdomen, a loud bang was heard, and the thunder shook Lu Mingfei's eardrums.

Then the bone spur was broken and fell into the scarlet sea with huge waves.

After the attack failed, Lu Mingfei's pupils shrank slightly, and the lust fixed on his left arm slid into his palm. This wakizashi, which he was most familiar with, made a buzzing sound and seemed to merge with its owner.

He switched the left knife to the right hand, and then pressed the back of the knife into his armpit.

Lust roared and extended into a dragon struggling as if trying to break out of the cage.

Lu Mingfei completed all the movements of the Iai Slash in an instant. The moment the knife was unsheathed, he had already brushed past the girl standing in the void.

Lust felt something cut, and Lu Mingfei's wings suddenly spread.

He turned the knife back and flicked it to the right, his movements graceful and cold, like an assassin who killed a whole family in a rainy night and shook off the rain and blood on the knife after falling into the bamboo forest.

Lu Mingfei put the knife back and stroked his cheek with his fingers. The black bone protrusions were slowly withdrawing, and the hard scales also returned to his skin involuntarily.

His whole body was covered with scars, and when the scales drilled back into his body, it was like countless knives cutting his skin.

The hot dragon blood was still flowing in Lu Mingfei's blood vessels, and the dragon blood made his body temperature terribly high, so the blood was evaporated by the high temperature of his body, and blood-colored steam rose.

Then, Lu Mingfei lowered his head and stared blankly at his chest.

He lifted his dragon transformation not because he was sure that the White King had been killed, but because his physical strength could no longer maintain this high consumption state.

It was also because when Lu Mingfei and the White King passed by, the girl moved closely to his back like a white ghost.

In Lu Mingfei's sight, blood gushed out of his chest like flowers.

A slender white hand smashed his ribs, pierced his heart from the back, and then drilled out from the front.

The heart in Lu Mingfei's chest beat vigorously for the last time and then suddenly fell silent.

He turned his head weakly and saw the cold little face pressing on his shoulder.

"After so many years, we finally meet again."

Bai Wang said softly, exhaling the cold, honeysuckle-like fragrance,

"But in the end, we can't avoid fighting."

Lu Mingfei twitched all over and collapsed, and Bai Wang embraced him, as if he was embracing a dying lover. (End of this chapter)