“…… It looks like I'm running out of options. Without the need for detailed inquiry, it took Jörmengard a short time to understand where he was now.

Hull's defeat was already beyond doubt, and she stretched out her hand to look at her usual white and tender palm, which was obviously an actual body, but there was a subtle sense of disobedience. There was no doubt that both she and Fenrir had been brought to life again, in the same state as the original Lionhearts members she had been curious about.

"It's easy for you to cooperate with me." Lu Mingfei clapped his hands, the wooden door of this room opened, and two figures, one high and one low, walked in.

At the sight of the comer, Jörmungård's face fell. Although the dragon kings will disguise their human states differently after each resurrection, this is probably a kind of self-protection, and they can escape the search of their brothers and sisters when they are weak. But she has seen these two faces, in the bronze city under the Yangtze River.

"I didn't expect it, my sister, that we would meet again in such a way." The taller one is Norton, the dragon king, and now Ronald.

With a subtle smile on his face, he looked at Jörmungandr, who was staring straight at him with two big eyes: "But I didn't expect you to be so bold, disguised as a student under the dark lights, to join the Kassel Academy, this courage I have to admire." Compared to you, I feel a little embarrassed about my own human condition. ”

The dragon king, Konstantin, is now Conrad standing aside without any expression. He didn't feel much for Jörmungandr, who had beaten him with the idea of the keel, but stood in front of Jörmungård, and Fenrir, who had protected her behind him, gave him a second look. This stupid big guy who thought the battle wasn't over yet, probably thought they were looking for trouble.

"I don't think Norton would say anything like that." Jörmungård ironed, "Or is it that the most violent and dangerous brother in our hearts has disappeared during the time we have disguised ourselves as humans?" ”

To her surprise, there was no resistance on Ronald's face, and he admitted it bluntly: "I don't deny this, I'm quite happy to lose my memory and be a human being for a while." ”

Then he said with some ostentation, "You can even call me Ronald now, and my brother is now called Conrad." ”

Then he raised his eyebrows: "What, for you, the existence of the girl 'Xia Mi' is just a scene?" ”

Jörmungård first subconsciously turned his face sideways, then frowned and turned back and said loudly: "I'm Jörmungad!" Dragon King Jörmungad! It's not as ridiculously replaced by human consciousness as you are! ”

As if in a hurry to deny something, her voice was loud, and her bright golden eyes were filled with anger. Ronald smiled subtly again, but didn't dwell on the issue.

"Okay, the fight between brother and sister is almost over." Lu Mingfei drew everyone's attention to this side.

He looked at Fenrir and Jörmungandr and said, "I have some questions for you, and I have asked them before, but I am a little dissatisfied with their answers. So I'd love to hear some other answers from you. ”

Ye Mengjia spread his hands a little helplessly: "Senior brother, do you think I have a choice?" ”

"There really is no ......," Lu Mingfei, who nodded, snapped his fingers lightly.

The next moment, a huge field unfolded, the classical Nordic-style rooms disappeared, and an inexplicable darkness descended on them.

Jörmungader, who was still sitting on the bed, frowned slightly, and looked around as before. As the realm unfolded, she felt something inexplicably familiar, like dirt sealed in a jar, a rotten smell.

But she didn't have any impression of it, and the Fenrir beside her smelled the same thing, and he didn't have any impression of it either.

Lu Mingfei, who was deliberately observing their expressions, turned his head unchanged, he waved his hand, and the darkness in front of him changed somewhat. It's like playing some kind of first-person game, and their perspective is constantly decreasing.

Until, something darker than the darkness around them appeared in their field of vision.

When he saw the object, Jörmunga's golden eyes shrank and he couldn't help but retreat. Fenrir behaved similarly to hers, if not more exaggerated, with a golden glint in his eyes and a fierce expression that roared at the object like a wolf.

On the other side, even Ronald, who was not seeing this for the first time, frowned and subconsciously took a step back. Conrad was behind him, and he tugged at the corner of his coat with some uneasiness.

"Relax, it's not a physical object, it's just a projection." Lu Mingfei stopped their somewhat exaggerated movements.

"Of course I know that......" Jörmungadr closed his eyes and opened them again when he opened them, the uneasiness in them was already hidden.

"But do you know what you're letting us see?" She questioned Lu Mingfei like this, with a heavy solemnity in her tone, "Even if it's just a projection of her, if her consciousness still exists, she can feel our peeping." ”

Once gazed, it will be perceived, which is what describes certain gods. And with such a description, there is nothing wrong with the black dragon in front of them.

The incomparably huge body could not be seen, as if a huge creature that merged with the darkness around it was crawling silently. She looked silent, as if she had been dead for a long time.

"Of course I do." Lu Mingfei muttered, looking at the black dragon's eyes full of complexity, "But she's been dead for a long time, isn't she?" ”

Jörmungard sighed: "Well, I knew I would be brought to see something like this, I should have refused it anyway." ”

She said to herself, "Senior brother, what do you want to know?" To be clear, even if we are called the closest to her, you don't expect us to know too much about such an ultimate existence. ”

"They've said that before." Lu Mingfei glanced at Brother Tang, "The question I want to ask is very simple......

He looked at the huge creature and his voice was puzzled: "She...... How did he die? ”

This is the history of the half-bloods, and the emperor of the dragon clan died in the rebellion of the four kings and humans she created. This time, the Dragon Emperor, who had suppressed a rebellion before, did not suppress a new rebellion again. She was slain on the highest throne, the blood that fell stained the boundless sea, and the human who had been a slave stepped on her corpse, heralding the dawn of the human age.

But...... Is such an ultimate existence really something that can be killed?

There are countless myths in this world, all of which tell about this certain end, a certain end, or the coming of an end. That is the Great Judgment Day in the Bible, which will judge all sinners and fallen creatures; or the end of the Mayan mythology, which completely turned the world upside down; Or Shiva's fully open third eye in Hindu mythology......

And such an apocalypse is called Ragnarok in the world of dragons and hybrids. On that day, she will return and destroy the world she once ruled over. At that time, both the humans she enslaved and the dragons she created with her own hands will die in that twilight.

Jörmungad wondered why Lu Mingfei would ask such a question, saying, "Not everyone knows that she died of ...... She died in ...... She died in ...... What's going on? ”

With the same question, Jörmunga's eyes widened as if he couldn't believe it. She had personally experienced the war that had changed the world, but she had forgotten about the Dragon Emperor's death. It's like ...... I've never seen her like that at that time.

"Are you the same?" Ronald asked softly, when he first saw that and was asked the question, he was also like Jörmungandr now.

"I ...... I don't know......" Jörmungår hugged his head, and there seemed to be only one explanation for such a thing, their memories were altered.

Spirits that can modify memories do exist, but they are undoubtedly useless to them as the most noble of dragons. And all she had now was the huge red moon and the figure that flew from it, apart from the ubiquitous shouts of killing.

That one...... A figure with six wings.

"I didn't do it...... I didn't do it! There was a sudden roar of rage from the side, and Fenrir clutched his head and shouted in pain.

The golden light of his eyes flashed violently, and he shouted as if in defense: "I didn't kill her!" I didn't kill her! She was already like that when I saw her! ”

A violent mana reaction was generated around him, and in a fit of rage, he seemed intent on unleashing some dangerous spirit.

"Alright Fenrir, calm down." Lu Mingfei waved his hand lightly, and the illusion of huge dragons and darkness around them completely disappeared, and they returned to the classical Nordic-style room just now.

He looked at them who had languished a lot, picked up the book in his hand and stood up: "It seems that there is something that we don't know about that interferes with your cognition, and it may take a lot of time to figure out this problem. ”

Jörmungård was silent for a moment, and then said the last image of his memory: "I saw it...... There were winged men flying from the moon. ”

“…… Got it, let's go take a break. Noting this, Lu Mingfei walked to the door and paused, then turned back to Ye Mengjiade and said, "If you want to get familiar with the new environment, let Lao Tang and them take you there, and if you want to go back, go to Chu Zihang." So, let's get along well in the future, Natsumi. ”

Leaving the girl who seemed to be angry, he left the room.

When I walked out of the room, the scene in front of me changed. Without returning to the real world, Lu Mingfei stepped into the core of Valhalla. In front of him was the liquid mana pool that powered Valhalla, and there were heart-warming fluctuations of mana from inside.

Some illusory golden cups float silently in the magic of liquid, beautiful, like peerless works of art.

Lu Mingfei stretched out his hand, and a red and thin boy's skeleton suddenly appeared in his hand.

"This is the second ......," he said softly, tossing the dragon bone of the dragon king Hel into the pool of mana.

The liquid magic did not stop the foreign object from entering, and the steely keel quickly sank to the bottom of the mana pool, accompanied by another tall keel there. It was the keel of the dragon king Surtr.

The next moment, a strange light rose from the keel of the dragon king Hel and merged into the beautiful golden cup. The injection of strange light seems to make the golden cup become a little solidified, and the magic contained in the golden cup is also undergoing qualitative changes.

The golden light that overflowed from the magic pool illuminated Lu Mingfei's face, and he quietly looked at the golden cup that was gradually dazzling. Maybe if this continues, the almighty wishing machine will show its true face in this world.

……

Roll back a little bit, and it's located in the landlocked country of Zimbabwe in southern Africa. On the dilapidated streets, the blonde Commissioner of Kassel walked down the street with a frown. His clothes were somewhat ordinary, and he looked even worse than those black teenagers on the streets.

In normal times, he would not have chosen such a costume even when he was extremely down, but in order to prevent the black teenagers on the street who were holding small brown bottles from taking a sip from time to time, and to avoid being knocked and their wallets or other things disappeared, he decided to dress low-key.

But in fact, even though he wore sunglasses to hide his face, his dazzling blonde hair still attracted a lot of attention. However, due to his strong physique, no one wants to come up and try to knock him over.

Ignoring the zombie-like young black man who staggered after smoking the contents of the bottle, the commissioner came to the door of a small shop with a fairly neat façade around the corner. Confirming that the name on it was correct, he opened the door, and was hit by a black child who suddenly burst out of the room.

With his physique, there will naturally be nothing, but the opposite side is different, the black child was knocked on his back, and the things that had been hidden in his arms just now were also scattered on the ground.

Seeing this, the child picked up the things and hid them in his arms again, but the commissioner did not stop them, because they were not forbidden items, just simple cough syrup.

But even so, the commissioner's gaze was extremely complicated, because the group of black young people roaming the streets, holding small bottles of cough syrup.

Walking into the contact point disguised as a pharmacy, he angrily questioned the owner in front of the counter: "You shouldn't have sold those drugs to him!" ”

Children come to the pharmacy to buy medicine, and this scene may be a common thing in those Asian, European and American countries. But this is Zimbabwe, and in addition to the inflation that has become a meme on the Internet, drug addiction is also one of the reasons for the country's backwardness. Cough syrup, which is used to heal ailments, is a relaxing item at the fingertips of those here, just like drugs.