"Emperor?" Manstein tilted his head, expressing doubts about this word that symbolized the pinnacle of the feudal centralized system.
"To be precise, it's the Black King, Nidhoog. (Nidhogg)" The black dragon in Nordic mythology. It is said that it is entrenched in Niflheim, the country of fog.
Under the "World Tree", he eats the roots of the World Tree all year round. When the roots are completely bitten off, the World Tree will decay, ushering in the Twilight of the Gods.
At this time, Nidhogg would flap his wings and fly across the battlefield loaded with corpses. Finally, he would be crushed by the weight of the corpses and fall into the abyss again.
"In "Dragon Chronicles", we have always called the Black King the beginning of the dragon clan and the source of the end. It was a tyrant who was killed on the throne. The moment he died, everyone cheered and the blood dyed the glacier red. But "Ice Sea" It is recorded in the "Fragmentary Scroll" that when the Black King wakes up from the abyss, all the rebels in the world will die." The gray-haired old man said this with emotion.
The lifelong wish of hybrids like them is to meet the Supreme Being and personally pierce the alchemy knife inlaid with various gems into its chest, completely ending the era of dragons.
But the more they trace the history of the Dragon Clan and the more they understand the power of the monarch, the more desperate they become.
Like a heavy and majestic pyramid, at the bottom are as many humble creatures as ants. The dragon nobles stand one by one, and the absolutely supreme black emperor stands at the top.
When they looked up, the bright light reflected by the crystal scepter would even blind their eyes.
"Is this a sign of the Black King's awakening?" Manstein's original excited look stopped and he whispered.
"I don't know, but at least it means that some students have been inspired." Guderian shook his head.
"These two assignments are from Li Longyuan and Chen Motong respectively." The old professor continued.
"They are most likely all descendants of the Black King." Perhaps the long-buried haze reappeared, Manstein's tone was particularly heavy.
Anyone who knows that the world will once again fall into darkness and despair will not feel very good.
"What is the origin of Chen Motong's family?" Manstein looked at his old friend in front of him. He knew that he had been Chen Motong's guardian for a period of time.
I've never asked before, but now I have to.
"The Chen family started out as a businessman during the Republic of China. The family has only been passed down for three generations. It should have little to do with the orthodoxy that has been passed down from generation to generation for thousands of years." Guderian understood his question and responded.
"That's strange. Is the range of the Black King's descendants so wide?" The bald man touched his chin with a thoughtful expression.
Is this really a coincidence? Analysis of the pupil sketch alone would yield absolutely no useful information, but when combined with the dragon scale painting, valuable hidden information could be derived.
Like a key that opens the door to a treasure house. But the strange thing is that the key and the treasure house are not from the same person, but they match perfectly.
Could it be that the spiritual visions between the two of them can still be related to each other? This dragon sentence
What exactly does "Emperor" imply? Will the black monarch who symbolizes despair really wake up, and when will he return?
There are too many mysteries that need time to be solved, but how much time is left for them, or for the world?
Unknown... The gorgeous sunshine, the golden soft sand beach, and colorful parasols are scattered all over the beach.
The girls in bikinis held hands, revealing their smooth and white arms and legs covered with sunscreen, and ran towards the blue sea with sweet smiles.
A group of seagulls rose and fell in the distance, and the sea breeze with a salty smell blew in. Further away, various small sailboats floated on the sea, rising and falling with the blue waves.
Shortly after passing the 3e exam for admission, it was time for the annual windsurfing competition organized by the college in partnership with the University of Chicago.
At this beach party, all the mixed races at Cassel College must curb their abilities and become real as ordinary people.
Under the beautiful and boundless sea, there was an Asian-looking man driving a white unpowered sailboard, riding the wind and waves.
He has thick, flying black eyebrows, and his white teeth show when he smiles. His tall and thin body perfectly controls the windsurfing wind.
As the young man rushed towards the coastline, he looked back. The rich smile on his face was obviously aimed at the person behind him.
In the distance, a similarly white windsurfing boat was swinging swaying in the sea with the wind. Standing on it was a small but sweet-looking girl.
She was wearing a pure white bikini and her brows were slightly furrowed at the moment, as if she was saying something softly.
"Damn Ye Sheng!" If you listen carefully, you will hear these words lost in the sea breeze.
"Haha, stupid duck Aki, come after me!" The young man looked back and laughed loudly, and from time to time he wiggled his butt at the girl behind him. His eyebrows that were already flying into the temples were arced, making him look even more energetic at this moment. .
"Junior Li, Junior Li~" The handsome boy, who was lying on a large beach lounge chair under a parasol and taking a nap with his eyes closed, suddenly felt a pair of big fluffy hands pushing him behind him, accompanied by a low voice.
The hairs all over Li Longyuan's body suddenly stood up. This feeling was no less than that of Senior Brother Fingel wearing women's clothes and raising his orchid fingers to seduce him.
"Here comes the official" is just as perceptive. The boy wearing a plaid linen shirt took off his sunglasses and glanced upward. Hey, there was such a big face above his head.
As expected, it was Fingel, the thief, disturbing people's dreams for no reason.
"Junior, you are really wasting your resources. You are actually sleeping in such a good viewing position." Unfortunately, the tall German man did not realize that Mr. Li was not angry at all, and sat on the sky-blue beach cushion. Picking up the various fruits on display and starting to nibble, the sweet and juicy juices overflowed.
After all, Li Yongyuan couldn't resist Fingel's insistent request and agreed to come together to the beach party held for the social windsurfing competition.
While Fingel was still running around looking for the most suitable viewing position, Li Yongyuan had already spent a little money to buy a front-row seat, and then started to sleep.
"Senior, you are rarely so active." Li Longyuan was barefoot, half-lying on a slender sofa chair, casually picked up a bunch of purple grapes, and chatted while eating.
He looks like an aristocratic prince who lived a luxurious life in ancient times.
"How can you be careless about a life-long event?" Fingel, who was sitting cross-legged on the ground, straightened his eyes and gradually became more precise in his tone of voice, beginning to imitate the shabby ancient scholars.
Then he continued to devour.
"Here, look at that one over there. He has a great figure." Fingel, who was wearing a sour shirt and an unkempt beard like a savage, looked at a figure in pink in a certain direction. His iron-gray eyes hidden under his messy hair revealed a strange light. Come.
Li Longyuan looked at the words, and then silently stretched out his hand to push up his sunglasses. Senior Brother Fingel's taste is truly outstanding.
