Blue flames swept in, the roar of war horses and thunder resounded throughout the sky, the sound of Jin Ge and the sound of cloak hunting were endless, and the howling wind spread the cold and bone-chilling breath throughout the space.

The white figure flapped its wings and flew high, and the long sword in his hand glowed like moonlight swung and slashed through the black storm of death.

Longtail curled gently in the wind, the horns of a crown swaying gently above her head, and she searched for the black figure guarded by the wind.

At this moment, she had turned into a dragon, exuding a faint glow, and her slender body was completely enveloped by neat and beautiful white scales.

The legs are completely gone, and the slender and slender, but powerful tail floats in the air, like a satin around him.

Half of her body still flowed with golden-red blood, and the dazzling golden-red flowed on the white scales, bringing a strong visual impact.

The dried blood stains formed a pattern of strange beauty, entrenched on half of her slender body.

The human posture is just a drag on her, and even the current half-dragon appearance is extremely weak.

It's just that at the beginning, the strange gem that summoned the aurora after the explosion and enveloped the sky of the entire city was so heavy that she couldn't do it completely.

But...... When facing such an opponent, it seems that it is not so important whether you have a complete dragon body.

The frost that spilled from the rifts eroded the dark world, and all the shattered continents were covered with a thick layer of snow, and the broken crevices were linked together by blocks of ice that seemed to never melt, and the storm of death filled the entire world.

Countless snowflakes were blown up by the wind, and the blizzard raged everywhere, and the dark space where life already existed became a world of death.

Dots of blue fire lit up above the snowy fields, and the undead who had wandered back from the world looked up at their storm-rolling masters.

The thunder roared, the thunder and lightning falling from the storm illuminated the entire dark world, the torn cloak behind him hunted, riding a tall and transparent ghost war horse, hunting wildly holding a gorgeous big gun, silently looking at the white figure standing in the storm, which seemed so small.

The rainbow color in his eyes slowly flowed, and some memories that were in the deepest part of his consciousness, as if he were dead, resurfaced.

…… Towering into the sky, on a throne that humans would never reach in their lifetime, huge dragons folded their wings and soared into the sky, standing on top of huge mountain peaks.

They were in good order, with great quiet, or rather humility, bowing their heads and waiting for a voice from the high throne.

Regarded as gods by humans, the most powerful species that soars between heaven and earth, and the most unrestrained, they can only awaken their sanity in the midst of the dragon's blood that has been dormant in the midst of the rebellion before the High Throne.

For all the irrational people of the same kind have been reduced to dark golden bones to fill the boundless sea beneath the High Throne.

There were bells in the sky, and under this bell that seemed to ring throughout the heavens and the earth, all the dragons bowed their heads to the lowest in the direction of the Most High Throne, and offered their highest respect to the beings who sat on the High Throne.

There was a sound of wings spreading from the throne, and a slender and slender figure spread its wings and waved its slender neck, showing itself in the clouds and mist, showing itself a little different from other dragons.

This figure was too thin, with limbs that were thinner than newborn dragon cubs, and there was no way to survive the fight of their kind.

Some dragons began to become irritable, and they did not allow a being weaker than themselves to stand higher than themselves, especially in front of the Supreme Being.

The barely rising reason was suppressed by the tyranny of the dragon's blood, and they raised their heads and roared at the slender and weak figure.

With another flick of her wings, the clouds around the Most High Throne completely dispersed, and the weak dragon kept her form completely out.

There are no other dragons' rough and hard scales, and the white scales that reflect the sun's rays are incomparably finer, even finer than the jade that humans have paid tribute to.

Her dragon horns were not as thick or strange as the other dragons, and her regular forehead stretched out like a crown, showing the power bestowed by the Supreme Being.

Her eyes weren't cloudy like the other dragons, and the golden light and the tyrannical red light hidden in the depths of her eyes once made them think they were facing the Supreme Being.

Beautiful, it's a word that has nothing to do with dragons, and even with beauty that transcends species and gender, they don't think this weak guy is qualified to stand in front of them.

She didn't react to the rioting dragons, the white figure's gaze swept over, and her golden gaze revealed disdain for these guys.

And the red that was slowly flowing under her eyes seemed to indicate that she didn't treat these guys as her own kind at all.

For she is unique, the most perfect work of the Supreme Being, and nothing can match her except the Supreme Being.

The revolt soon stopped, not because they agreed with the newborn dragon, but because no one dared to fight in front of the supreme throne.

But their dissatisfaction was still revealed through the muddy golden boy covered in crimson.

Still not looking at them squarely, the red that was slowly shifting in the eyes of the white figure darkened.

She waved her wings and held her head high, announcing that she would sit on the throne with the Most High Being, and co-dominate this land, and all that is above it.

With this announcement, she was surrounded by the dragons who had not waited, closed her wings, and once again summoned a cloud of mist that covered the Supreme Throne.

Once again, the throne was hidden in the clouds, and the dragons standing under the throne were quiet and somewhat abnormal.

The dragons who had previously opposed the white voice fell into an extremely strange silence, they still maintained an angry attitude, but the gold in their eyes was frozen as if death.

At a certain moment, they maintained an angry posture and fell silently down the mountain, and the golden boy sank into the boundless sea with a secret twist.

They died, silently, by the newly-born king. The dragons who were still alive were horrified to discover that the new king had the right to sit on the throne with the Supreme Being, and naturally possessed the power to easily obliterate them, like the Supreme Being.

In this way, the new king announced his existence to the world in a high-profile manner. No creature dares to express the slightest dissatisfaction with her existence, because her will is the will of the Supreme Being, and her actions are the actions of the Supreme Being.

She was created by the Supreme Being Herself and represents the Supreme Being in her own right. The new king walks in the vast palace of the king, and from this day on, she is one of the rulers of the place.

However, in this royal palace, which symbolizes the power of the world, there are people who are not qualified to stay in this royal palace at all.

"The highest tribute to the High High Priest." Wearing a mask that resembles a dragon, the red-clad human pays her the highest respect.

Not a king, not an emperor, this human name for her is High Priest. A title that originates from a lowly human being, but is accepted by the Supreme Being.

Ignoring this lowly human who only pleases the Supreme Being in order to provide shelter for such a weak, worthless creature as humanity.

The new king walked to her throne, a white throne that stood next to the Dark Throne and looked down on the whole world.

……

"If I had another chance, I think I'd kill that human, even if it would have been before you killed me." The long hair that turned white flew in the air, and the gold in the eyes of the white figure seemed to be a little darker.

A tiny hint of red flowed slowly under her eyes.

"That way, the towering and huge royal city will not be subverted by mere humans." She said quietly, her face covered in scales seemed to soften a little.

The spear, which stretched almost all over his chest, was slowly drawn, and the white figure nailed to the frost did not make a sound of pain.

She was the White Emperor who shared the throne with the Supreme Being, the Great Being with whom she looked down on the whole world, and she did not allow herself to become like a mouse, crying out for mercy and in pain.

A conspicuous trace of blood spilled from the corner of her mouth, not golden red, but completely black. Her beauty was fading, and the strange red under her eyes was gradually growing, eroding her eyes, her dragon blood, and her body.

Her body underwent an uncontrollable alienation, and the beautiful and strange blood marks on her body turned completely black, and gently squirmed like a living thing, and these traces silently exuded a strange aura that seemed to drag everything in the world into madness.

Her slender and slender body became gradually distorted and ugly, and alienation emanated throughout her body, both on and within her body.

With the only hand that remained intact, she lifted the broken Celestial Cloud Sword, and with the last shred of reason, pierced the only remaining core of herself.

She couldn't bear to turn into a monster who could only roar, even if she would become like that sooner or later.

"I will hate you, forever and ever......" her eyes, whether gold or red, faded together, and she whispered as her life was draining,

"But after two failures, I didn't feel unwilling." There will be no third time for her to show a smile, a hint of sarcasm: "Because no matter how many dragon kings you create and then kill them, sooner or later you will become like me, like these poor creatures you have created, what awaits you will only be the loneliest death." ”

"What you saved, what you sheltered, what you perpetuated. All life in this world will be cheering for your death. She scoffed, mocking the loneliest person in the world.

She stretched out her hand, as if trying to grab the black figure standing quietly in front of her: "Be happy, you killed the only one of your kind in this world who can understand you......" The hand fell weakly, and the sharp Tiancong Cloud Sword was smashed into pieces, along with the scales on her body.

The dragon's body shattered, and a slender keel with a human body and a snake-tailed baby, like a curled baby, lay on the cold snowflakes, and the pale hair covered the slender body of the dragon, as thin as she had been created.

"Oh? She really took herself seriously. A sneer came, and Lu Mingze squatted in front of the keel, and gently poked the keel that would not have any response with a branch that he didn't know where to pick up.

"It's time to go back." Lu Mingfei quietly looked at the thin keel, turned around, and disappeared into the frosty door.

Lu Mingze raised the face of the dragon bone, looked at the frozen eyes, and then said with a chuckle: "It's a pity, as a test subject that would have been abandoned, or you wouldn't understand." I understand his kind best, but I'm ......" He was in a good mood and hummed a song, picked up his thin keel, and disappeared into the frost door like Lu Mingfei.

After they left, the dark space, covered in endless wind and snow, collapsed abruptly. Like the city that once stood on it, leaving no trace.

…… Yuan Zhinu lowered her head, politely greeted Zero, and then reminded Eri who was hiding behind them: "Call sister." ”

“…… Sister. Eri screamed a little timidly. Zero, whose expression was not so cold, nodded to them and said, "Let's go to Valhalla, do you want to come along?" ”

"I ......" Genjisheng tried to answer, but a shrill engine sound interrupted him. Then he saw Uesugi pushing the car door open from a distance, swearing and running towards them.

Behind him are Sakura, Raven, Yaksha, and Sakurai Twilight.

"Looks like it's not going to work today." He said with a wry smile.

"See, the way to get in there has been told to you." Zero nodded slightly,

"But it won't be too long, Caesar is probably preparing for your welcome, along with his own share that didn't take place last time."

“…… It's something he can do. Yuan Zhisheng said with a smile.

"So, make the most of the time you spend with your family." Zero's gaze swept over the faces of the three of them one by one, and he said in an unprecedentedly soft tone,

"I'm glad that you, who were born there, were able to return to your loved ones." …… Lu Mingfei looked at the weak flame in his hand, and the faces of the people in the flames were extremely frightened, and he kept repeating that it was you who he was.

He shook his head, losing interest in the guy, throwing the weak flame into the snow and not paying attention.

However, his ignorance made the faces of the people in the flames even more terrified, and the ice and snow plains lit up with a little blue fire, and the souls protected by the fire light were slowly approaching him.

He saw a few familiar faces in it, the girls who admired Gen Child, and then were killed by Ruri Kazama, whom he summoned...... The screams and the sound of his soul being torn apart came, Lu Mingfei also ignored it, he came to the top of Valhalla, looking at the Tokyo of the outside world.

Then he waved his hand, and there was an aurora of lights. Tokyo, bathed in the aurora that has once again appeared, the citizens of Tokyo have forgotten the monsters that washed out of the sewers.

And those amazing people who rise up against them.