Lu Mingfei was in a half-dreaming state, like an unconscious ghost as he walked through the corridor.

He squinted sleepily, the golden light in his pupils not blazing, but majestic.

"Boss" muttered under his breath, faint sound waves quietly spreading through the submarine.

He was calling his most faithful apostle, Behemoth. Or rather, "Black Snake".

Behemoth is one of his most important cards and should not have been played now.

But after the second transaction, my brother's body had unexplained problems, and it was not suitable for further integration for the time being.

Waking up Behemoth in advance was a last resort.

The boss pushed open the iron door of the cabin at the end of the corridor, and the white-haired Imani was already waiting for his arrival.

Her expression was pained, as if she was struggling to break free of something, and a dangerous white electric flashed around her body.

The dragon text recited by "Lu Mingfei" was similar to a spiritual key, slowly opening the shackles hidden in her soul.

"It's painful......"

The boss sliced his palms with a scalpel and traced the runes of king's blood on Imani's forehead and face with the tips of his index fingers.

Behemoth's cocoon, which was deliberately destroyed after being stolen from Black Swan Harbor by Pompeii, caused anomalous hatching.

That was the closest Black Snake came to death. Fortunately, the core of the cocoon is still intact.

Behemoth developed into a deformed serpent in the trenches of Japan and recreated a cocoon. But the cocoon was taken away by Luo Yin as a bargaining chip, and part of it was destroyed.

Even with his assistance, Black Snake's recovery was still in trouble.

The original plan was to wait for Behemoth to return to perfect condition and then look for a suitable opportunity to be placed next to his brother. For example, rub Odin's power to "modify the world".

The Secret Party should not have stepped into the North Pole so impatiently.

Long, painful memories awakened in Imani's brain, a violent headache that prevented her from making a sound, and her thoughts felt as if they were about to be torn apart.

She felt like she had become a large dying snake, trapped in a narrow, icy cave unable to move.

Chopping, cutting, piercing, gnawing, burning, frostbite...... Various forms of pain stacked together and pressed on her nerves.

The awakening of dragons should be a gradual process. Behemoth is an exception.

He did not have enough time to develop in a step-by-step manner, but forcibly hatched by external forces.

The superficial personality of "Imani" is not naturally formed, and Behemoth created this disguise by "copying" the real Imani.

Imani was indeed a Syrian refugee, but died of a serious illness while fleeing. After that, it was already Behemoth who came to Cairo.

When Luo Yin was in charge of recruiting students in Egypt, he used Long Wei and Yan Ling to test Behemoth late that night, and under normal circumstances, dragons would be stimulated to wake up.

However, Behemoth's dragon personality and strength are deliberately blocked, and he will be forced to wake up unless his brain and spine are severely damaged.

Imani struggled, swimming deeper into the dark memories.

She desperately escaped from the laboratory in Siberia and came to a burning harbor.

There is only more pain in the harbor. There is also a girl named Renata.

She escaped from the harbor and fell into darkness again.

Beasts tainted by dragon blood greedily devoured her body, and Russian men dressed as monks sealed her and the beasts in a lightless world with cement.

"Imani" is crushing and disappearing - the human personality cannot withstand the memories of Behemoth.

Memories go back further.

The battered black serpent roared, leaving only the white bones of the forest in many parts of its body, and the half-bloods in the dragon state charged at him one after another.

The enraged and hideous human stepped on the corpse of his companion and jumped on the back of the serpent, piercing the alchemical bayonet into the spine to the end of the stalk, and the burning golden pupils reflected blood and fire.

Behemoth didn't have time to roar before he was dragged to a much longer memory.

He woke up at the bottom of the pitch-black pit, unable to move, his carbonized body peeling off layer by layer from the dragon's body, and severely destroying his brain and spinal accessory brain.

He sensed God's awakening and heard God's call. But this is where His pilgrimage ends.

On the banks of the Tunguska River, the Rhine burned everything in three thousandths of a second, and hundreds of hectares of surrounding forests were carbonized and lodging.

But Behemoth, who was in the center of the realm, eventually left Tunguska with his stump in tow.

Seek, fight, die.

Rebirth, pursuit, fighting, death.

Behemoth gradually became a spectator of self-memory, calmly, almost numbly, watching the cycle of life and death.

Pain, death, because he has experienced so much, has no sense for him.

The speed of memory backtracking slows down. He went back to the point in time when everything was about to fall apart.

"Ego...... Why? ”

Majestic dragons descended from the sky, dressed in dark armor and carrying slender sword boxes on their backs. Lord of Bronze and Fire, Norton.

Behemoth stood on the barren ground, his body stained with blood.

But it was not His blood. The earth was littered with piles of dragon corpses, ranging from four to the next.

"Rebels are killed."

Norton: "[——] isn't one of us at all, why would you want him to be the new Black King?" ”

"This is the fate written by the Supreme. All our power and power come from the blood and bones of the Supreme One, and we are not qualified to disobey His will. ”

Norton: "The fate of our people is not determined by the will of the Supreme.

The prosperity of our clan for tens of thousands of years will not end with the will of the Supreme.

The power of you and me is given by the Supreme One, but the will and freedom are born. ”

Norton's voice was hoarse and deep, his last admonition to his former kindred.

Behemoth looked at the distant sky and was silent.

"All things are impermanent, the living will perish, and the prosperous will decline.

This is common sense in the world. ”

Behemoth whispered.

"Norton, haven't you ever felt hopeless?

The unchanging rule, the unchanging world, reincarnated over and over again.

Kings are born kings and will always be kings. The next generation will always be the next generation, the third generation will always be the third generation, the degraded race will always be inferior, and the Deadpools will always be obedient to you. ”

Behemoth and Norton stared at each other, unable to comprehend each other's eyes.

"Prosperity? That is only the greatness of the Supreme alone, and all glory is the glory of the Supreme One.

Four Great Sovereigns, First Species, Throne ...... It's just his toys and marionettes.

The perfect species? We are just a fragment of the gods.

Norton! Norton! Have you not despaired of this! ”

Behemoth shouted at Norton, his visceral roar.

"And now, the Supreme has decided to correct this wrong world, to correct this failed race, even at the cost of His death.

I will follow His will, no matter the cost. ”

Norton looked at the madness and despair in Behemoth's eyes, and finally understood why the dragon king Ego had given up his throne.

Dragons are a race with a locked ceiling, an unbreakable pyramid.

There are no dragons who can surpass their common father, Nidhogg.

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