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 the words that the White King said when he left. When he opened his eyes again, he realized that he was still being carried by the wind and spreading his wings under the gaze of several dragon heads of Yamata no Orochi.

The gray-black clouds like a giant tornado above his head were torn apart by some force, and 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 Yamata no Orochi gathered a huge amount of elements, and when those elements collapsed, they released incredible high-energy particles, triggering this strange aurora effect.

Hundreds of kilometers of electric arcs 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 this world was transmitted to Lu Mingfei's eardrums again, and along with it, the girl's low singing, as light and melodious as the wind blowing through the panpipe, was also transmitted to his ears.

He stared blankly at the two icebergs, which were descending with a majestic will, like a king returning to the world.

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

No, this judgment was not for the world, but for the monster that blasphemed the name of God, the prisoner who escaped from Takama-ga-hara.

The icebergs rising from the turbulent sea were like giant pillars connecting heaven and earth. Their surfaces reflected the lightning that tore through the sky arc, and the sharp ice ridges at the bottom, like canine teeth, still extended along the frozen sea to the distance.

It was originally a cold winter, but the biting wind blew over the ice layer that suddenly covered the sea, and the coldness was transmitted from 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 murderous eyes.

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 Ling, whose pupils were burning with platinum light.

The doubtful thought only rose in Lu Mingfei's heart for a moment, and then was suppressed by great fear.

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

Eri stood in the sky, surrounded by ice cliffs. Under the cliffs hung ice swords, shaped like a throne forged by ice, and under the throne grew crystal thorns.

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

"No!" Lu Mingfei roared,

"Don't!" he said.

But it was 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 the water evaporated by her body temperature.

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

The chanting of the Word Spirit had long ended, and the last words uttered by the girl were just two short words composed of dragon characters.

"Death."

She said.

It 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 at the top of the world.

But when Eri said this word, it was as if the words were followed by the law, and the judgment gave it the power of the god of death.

It was no longer an ancient word or a difficult syllable, it turned into an order issued to the world, and this order was just as Eri said, the inevitable and ultimate death.

The transparent domain was blown out of the girl's body silently like the wind, expanding faster and faster. The seawater that the boundary wall of the domain touched was frozen more thoroughly, and the ice layer on the sea surface quickly extended downward to a depth of 100 meters.

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

The biting frost and the ice layer several tens of centimeters thick grew upward along the scales of Yamata no Orochi, reminiscent of the white vines on the outer wall. Those pale iron scales that could even resist the frontal shooting of large-caliber sniper rifles made a crisp cracking sound under the frost that was emitting absolute murderous intent and extreme low temperature.

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

But this killing intent was not aimed at the Atlantic Sun God, so the steel-cast cruise ship was actually safe and sound in the realm of death, covered with only 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. The purple-black veins clung to Eri's skin like a group of tiny snakes, making her skin look as pale as marble.

Everything happened in a flash, and Lu Mingfei wanted to stop it but it was too late. The wings behind him just fluttered and stopped.

The right hand that was stretched out to Eri slowly dropped, as if it was dead and powerless.

He looked at the slender figure with flying skirts at the top of the iceberg, and suddenly shuddered violently.

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

There was no emotion in the golden dragon pupils, and the ignorant face was full of the coldness of the god of death.

Yamata no Orochi had already realized the threat. When Eri and Zero used the word spirit of judgment to tear apart the holy word field that only the king could recite, two dragon heads swayed around Eri and Zero, and the icebergs standing there did not dare to attack.

But at this time, the snake trembled violently.

It felt it, and felt that the death that had not come for thousands and 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 the vacuum, and absolute silence fell in an instant.

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

The girl made a driving motion, as casual as driving away a fly.

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

But the eight dragon heads of the Yamata no Orochi suddenly screamed in anger. Its roar was like the wailing of hell ghosts, 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, and 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 could even rival the hardest metal in the world. Even a battleship would be sunk and shattered if hit by this thing, and the two icebergs with cold light were immediately blown down by the howling wind.

But there is no doubt that this world followed the orders of the two girls in the dead silence.

Conceptual death blew across the long neck of the Yamata no Orochi like a breeze, and 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, and the long neck closest to Eriyi, along with the ferocious dragon head, was blown away by the huge and hard scales, and the muscle tissue under the scales was cut messily, and the blood vessels were bleeding like flowers.

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

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

Then the long neck without scales began to collapse completely. The gentle wind blew slowly with the order of death. The dragon head blown by the wind opened its golden vertical pupils, and the pupils were filled with emotions that this ultimate creature should not have.

That emotion was fear.

Judgment, judgment.

Judgment!

When the ancient White Emperor recited this word, no matter how powerful the sinner was, he would 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 big snake at an incredible speed. The fine scales drilled through the blurred flesh and blood like maggots and tightly closed, but the next second those scales swayed in the wind, and then were immediately uprooted by the blood-colored breeze.

Its flesh and blood cracked, and then the huge pale metal-like neck bones were ground into pieces.

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

In this blizzard, the demons roared as if they would never stop, and slowly advanced forward like a scarlet wall, until the wall that seemed as high as the sky swallowed up another long neck of Yaqi Great Snake, and finally disappeared because it lost the control of the reciter of the Word Spirit.

Eri looked down at the remaining necks of Yamata no Orochi with the eyes of a god looking down on a sinner. Although the monster was in great pain and fear, it did not have much courage to make any unusual moves.

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

At the same time, it also locked a restless evil ghost.

Lu Mingfei didn't know if things had reached a point where they could not be reversed, but he was not willing to miss any chance.

"Don't continue, Eri!" He roared, his voice seemed to have the texture of metal, and it was like chewing steel between his teeth.

But the girl had all the majesty of a king at this time, 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? She would only angrily order the guards to tear the favorite minister into pieces and use his blood to sacrifice the crown of thorns.

Eri looked back at Lu Mingfei again.

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

At the same time, those terrible changes also disappeared.

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

Lu Mingfei was ecstatic. He knew that the golden holy syrup 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. 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 pieces in the bloody wind, but when Lu Mingfei rushed over to catch her, her face was surprisingly rosy.

It was like she had a good sleep.

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

Because the girl in his arms was so hard that she seemed to be made of steel. He groped upwards along Eri's ankle, and the anger and hatred in his eyes flashed away.

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

This meant that Eri's bloodline had gone wild again. The precious balance maintained by the golden holy slurry 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 the Seven Deadly Sins were carried on his back.

Eri's nose wings flared slightly, greedily sucking in the smell of 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 will never be afraid if Sakura is here." Eri said softly.

Lu Mingfei held her in his arms and returned to the big ship. The Yamata no Orochi had loosened its entanglement, and several long necks twisted and slapped on the sea surface angrily and painfully, raising huge waves.

Xia Mi also embraced Ling Luo, who was slightly pale, on the deck. She and Lu Mingfei exchanged glances, and both saw a hint of disbelief in each other's eyes.

Ling's Word Spirit is Mirror Eye, which can copy other people's Word Spirits.

But its judgment actually destroyed a dragon head as well.

And the object of Mirror Eye's copying cannot be someone whose bloodline is much higher than its own, but Eri's bloodline is no different from that of a pure-blooded dragon.

Does this mean that the princess 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 fiercely in the direction of Tokyo.

There seemed to be something approaching in the sky there, and the elements turned into mad dragons and roared after a pale shadow.

Lu Mingfei's pupils shrank slightly.

"How is it possible..."

He murmured,

"Herzog...?" (End of this chapter)