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Thousands of meters away.

“Hiss…”

Herzog roared furiously, “Why! We could have shared the world's table together, but you had to spoil things at this moment, putting me in a deadly situation?”

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His whole body was burning with flames.

The Dragon of Earth Fire.

For the true Four Kings, releasing this kind of world-destroying Word seemed effortless.

This should have been a Word with greater power the larger the area, but Norton controlled the force well, making sure that Herzog would not die, but was still in great pain, as if he was playing with him, waiting for an opportunity.

The Bronze and Fire King had not lost his mind.

All the Four Kings who devoured the other half of the twins possessed human wisdom.

It was precisely because of this reason that Herzog clearly knew what kind of monster he was facing. That was the victor in the war that spanned history, the existence that had once killed the 'Black Emperor Nidhogg'!

Unable to be directly named, implying destiny, absolutely irresistible, a person who must never be made an enemy!!

“For… a person.”

After a long while, the dragon slowly spoke, the dragon language forming human words.

“A person, who is he? In this city? What is his relationship with you?!” Herzog collapsed.

“As for the relationship, probably online friends.”

Old Tang pondered slightly, recalling a person in his memory.

Lu Mingfei.

…

Many years ago, on a certain day of a certain month.

Church.

“Ding-dong…”

Colorful glass paintings, black and white checkered floor tiles. Through the clean and clear windows, one could vaguely see the huge clock tower outside. The pendulum struck, ringing eleven times.

“Father, what should we do today?”

Young Ronald Tang raised his face.

“You…”

The priest looked at Tang, who spoke fluent English, with a hint of astonishment in his eyes. This child was clearly Asian, but he possessed a gentleness and resilience that other European and American children did not have. The choir robes hung on his small body, like white feathers falling from an angel.

“Go and transcribe the tenth chapter of the Gospel of John, remember, you must treat it with sincerity.”

He patted Ronald Tang's shoulder with gratification.

“Yes, Father.”

Ronald Tang nodded joyfully, then took three steps at a time, walking and jumping, slowly leaving his figure from this church filled with prayers.

This is St. Louis, America.

Pushing open the church door, what greeted him was this city located at the confluence of the Mississippi River and the Missouri River.

What a prosperous city!

Ronald Tang ran wildly along the river's docks, heading towards his residence, his eyes reflecting the ubiquitous prosperity.

Ships side by side, gangplanks connected to gangplanks… Ship workers, cargo owners, prostitutes, and gypsies gathered and dispersed there for their respective purposes, and various steamboats chased each other on the river.

The cargo ship owner would prepare a bucket of lard on the ship, and when he saw another cargo ship appearing in front, he would order the sailors to pour the bucket of lard into the coal-burning boiler. As a result, the lard burned fiercely, and the cargo ship sped forward wildly, with passengers cheering for their ship at the side of the ship.

In such a scene, Ronald Tang felt refreshed from head to toe. He happily transcribed the accurate Gospel of John in his mind, while praying sincerely.

“Give us this day our daily bread. And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil. For Thine is the kingdom, and the power, and the glory, for ever and ever.”

“…”

After a long time, inside an orphanage.

“Tang, you are the most diligent student here.”

“From now on, you can use this computer every day.”

The dean of the orphanage looked at Ronald Tang at this time, took a deep breath, and said earnestly. Then he led him into a room.

Young Ronald Tang didn't know why, but he still followed into the room.

As for meeting Lu Mingfei.

That was a long time later.

But to be precise… if it hadn't been for that first encounter with the internet that day, Old Tang would never have had any contact with Lu Mingfei in his life—because the great era of westward expansion would soon pass, and St. Louis would become a desolate place that no one needed. Highways spread throughout the United States, and people finally no longer needed to rely on the long river.

On the empty river, sporadic steamboats carried a few tourists through the sunset, sounding lonely whistles.

…

Old Tang muttered to himself with emotion.

The bells he came into contact with that day seemed to be like this too.

Hearing the voice muttering from the other side.

For some reason, Herzog, who originally wanted to retort “There is no bell sound at all,” actually heard the non-existent bell ringing under the scorching of the flames.

Ding-dong, endlessly.

The body of the Bronze and Fire King was extremely magnificent. It was the offspring most like the Black King, and it was the main force in that rebellion… Now this king of the old era has returned.

On the day of his return to the world, all rebellious subjects shall die.

“Having already lost a loved one, no matter what, I will not allow the people around me to get lost again.” Dragon language murmured in Herzog's ears.

Under the curtain of flames, one could no longer see the expression. Moreover, being born as a dragon, only indifference remained in those eyes. That was the sun high in Babylon, enough to burn everything.

“No…”

“No way, I won't die like this…”

Herzog flapped his wings madly, but the next moment he was pressed down by the Bronze and Fire King.

There are also high and low among the monarchs.

That pair of dragon claws controlling the Word was enough to suppress all naturally born kings.

This was the price of devouring his younger brother.

“Heh heh heh heh…”

Realizing that no matter how he resisted, it was useless, Herzog finally couldn't help but laugh, his body fluttering in the wind under the flames.

Time…

Has come.

“Do you think you've already won with this?”

“You can never protect the people around you, even if you kill me, all of this is already a foregone conclusion!”

“Look at your sky!”

Hearing these words, Norton was stunned and looked up at the sky.

That was a huge sword.

A space-based weapon.

Violent turbulence quickly swept across its surface, followed by a metal roar that resounded through the nine heavens, the power contained within enough to kill a true king. This was a god-slaying sword, and also the limit that humans could currently achieve.

Surpassing nuclear weapons, just relying on a space-based weapon was enough to burn an era!

……

At the same time, aboard an airplane.

Angers sat in a first-class seat, his phone screen connected to a familiar number. That number belonged to the current head of the Gattuso family, a man considered by all the elders to be an unpromising successor: "Pompeo Gattuso."

"Hey, old buddy, miss me?"

Hearing that familiar voice, Angers' face finally softened a little.

He had been preoccupied with the affairs of the coastal city, and now he could finally rest for a while. Even the wrinkles on his face seemed to relax.

"Yes, I miss you very much," Angers said quietly, "So, what's the matter?"

As he said this, a hint of a smile appeared on his face.

"Remember the days when we studied geography together at the Catholic Academy?" Pompeo Gattuso said with a smile, "Now, I want you to review that subject."

"Speak."

Angers nodded, his aged face appearing exceptionally stern in the video call.

"Listen, suppose there's an airplane currently flying from North America to China."

"But in China, there's a crazy old bastard who's activated his space-based weapon… the Sword of Damocles. So, what should this airplane do to get to China within a minute and save everything?"

Hearing these words.

Angers' expression instantly turned serious, his eyes gleaming with barely concealed anger.

He murmured to himself, startling the attendant beside him, because she clearly saw a layer of pressure, almost solidified, emanating from the old man.

Or rather, a murderous intent.

"You…"

"Is it…"

"A Dragon King?"

Pompeo Gattuso smiled upon hearing this: "Instead of worrying about that, you should think about how to help your students escape this disaster that you caused."

"Angers, you're a war-monger. You forcibly gathered a group of forces that don't belong to you in this world. You control them to satisfy your twisted and violent desires. You want to kill all the dragons."

"But you've ignored the blood and hatred in the process!"

"You've been blinded by anger. I'm just helping you to wake up… Moreover, this wasn't my doing; it was the newly born Dragon King. Although, as you humans call it, it's named… the White Emperor."

"It's too late. Even if you use Time Zero and hijack the pilot's plane, it'll never be in time… Accept the arrival of tragedy."

……

Thunder Shield!

A blue curtain stretched out in front of Lin Mai, its powerful thickness almost crushing everything. Even Xia Mi found it difficult to approach his body at this moment.

"Cybertronian technology is really useful."

Lin Mai sighed.

In the Transformers universe, Mini-Cons are essentially the cells of Unicron, the basic building blocks of multi-dimensional life forms.

And the weapons and shields created by these units are beyond the reach of these monarchs.

It's just a pity…

I've exposed another one of my tricks.

"I don't intend to kill you."

A hint of slight silence flashed in Lin Mai's blue headlights: "If you continue, the consequences will be dire."

"…"

Hearing this, Xia Mi immediately stopped.

She had no intention of continuing the fight.

Because when Lin Mai took out the Thunder Shield, she already understood… without having devoured the twins, she was no match for Lin Mai at this stage.

Even as an enemy, she would probably die from exhaustion in the end.

But Lin Mai had floating cannons that could provide support from the sidelines.

[Cybertron's Crash Test Dummy]: "Moment of charm."

[Cybertron's Crash Test Dummy]: "But where did that thing come from, the store?"

[Group Owner/Dimensional Newbie]: "I don't know."

[Group Owner/Dimensional Newbie]: "If even Boss Megatron doesn't know, then I really have no way to determine what it is."

[Group Owner/Dimensional Newbie]: "@Cybertron's Crash Test Dummy, Boss Wei, are you sure you don't recognize it?"

[Cybertron's Crash Test Dummy]: "I really don't recognize it."

[Cybertron's Crash Test Dummy]: "If I recognized it, I, Wei, would eat ten pounds of it, okay?"

[The Famous V]: "LOL."

[The Famous V]: "It's a pity. If there were some moments of failure at this time, things might become much more interesting."

[Universe Rich Woman is Me]: "Okay, okay, okay."

[Universe Rich Woman is Me]: "I didn't expect the correct way to use a Mercedes-Benz was to revive myself. Now it can be considered as having installed a billion layers of revival armor."

[Universe Rich Woman is Me]: "Who can outlast you? Twelve lives doubled again, your whole body is full of rogue skills. If a single strike doesn't kill you, it's over."

[The Famous V]: "Hmph."

[The Famous V]: "That's how we mechanical god-like beings are."

[Head-Carrying Sword Belial]: "Not a robot?"

"…"

The barrage of comments scrolled wildly in front of him.

Lin Mai ignored them, his gaze fixed slightly on Xia Mi, who was standing directly opposite him, or rather… Attila the Hun, Jormungandr, the King of Earth and Mountains.

After a long while.

Jormungandr spoke:

"Let's stop here. Then… I can also provide you with some useful information."

"There was an annoying bug over there just now. Let's have you take care of its fate," she said slowly.

What she was referring to was naturally Herzog.

Lin Mai was about to respond when his expression suddenly froze, as if countless gusts of wind had blown through his body, mysteriously whistling away, leaving only an ominous feeling in his heart.

This feeling…

Something's not right!

Just then.

In the instant of their conversation.

A huge roar suddenly echoed between heaven and earth!

……

At the edge of the city, the Lu Mingfei group was running wildly.

"What is that?"

Even Lu Mingfei, who had reached his supersonic speed, couldn't catch up with the object in the sky!

"I already said… space-based weapon."

Chu Tianjiao muttered to himself, a hint of almost despairing emotion in his eyes. If nuclear bombs were compared to God's pebbles, then space-based weapons… were God's war bow, the arrow of the drawn bow.

"Can we save it?"

"We can't. The entire city will sink, and we will be transformed into a series of electromagnetic waves, dissipating under the power of the terrifying might…"

"Its yield level is equivalent to a hundred thousand times that of a nuclear bomb!"