Clouds of ash hovered in the sky, and clouds that had lost their temperature no longer held back the rain.

So the ashes of the cold wind and snow blew on the back of the King of Fire.

With his long satin-smooth black hair scattered behind him, Konstantin walked barefoot in the ruined golden country.

He's back.

With one of the Seven Deadly Sins, the Tail of Greed, even the barriers between worlds can't stop him.

However, after crossing the now closed Nine Realms, he eventually returned to this world that belonged to his brother.

Now beneath his feet were lifeless mud and sand, and countless horrible cracks spread across the land of Svatalfheim.

Konstantin knew that Svartalfheim's life had ended with the death of his brother, and that he would soon be completely silent.

But at the moment—

Like an embrace, the warm darkness still embraced the boy's shoulders.

Konstantin never forgot that this was their "home...... No matter what time it is, it will give him a warm dark home.

In the days when the king had not yet become a king, and the gods were still young.

He and his brother huddled in the long ice age, close to each other and warmed each other.

From the meeting of their eyes, the Nibelungen was born, one of the Nine Realms, and later known as Svartalfheim.

Norton sees the world created by the twins as a gift, the only home that can protect their brothers—

The golden land of the scorching sun.

With gold and infinite value, he built the house that the two brothers shared, and regarded his beloved brothers as the sun that illuminated their common world.

They grew up together and left a home with infinite memories.

That's why Konstantin will be here now.

The button for the destruction of the world has been pressed, and the fire giants don't need superfluous commands, those raging beasts will instinctively destroy everything in their path.

But the benevolent dragon king is still tired of these monsters that cannot create anything, but only bring endless destruction, even if they are created by his own hands.

He didn't care if they lived or died, and was even more convinced that their death at the hands of Bu Shun was simply a matter of "time".

- Regardless of the "outcome", his goal has been achieved.

"I'm close to the truth."

"The blood of the White King who shouldn't exist, the soul of the dead who disappeared, the reason why humans were born with [Original Sin] and shared the dragon's blood, but they couldn't evolve into dragons no matter what......"

"Is it all because of you?"

The flickering light of the fire in his eyes suddenly illuminated the whole world, and Konstantin muttered to himself, "...... High Priest. ”

A flash of complexity flashed through his heart.

The only thing that can do all this is the existence of the High Priest of the Dragon Clan, who was defeated at the hands of the Black King after the First Dragon Civil War, and was revered by the Dragon Clan as the "White King".

It was the White King who created the culture of the dragon clan, and it was He who gave names to all the dragon kings.

Wisdom, Faith, Law, Solitude, Love...... It was He who defined the dragons all.

If the Black King Nidhogg is the "backbone" of the dragon tree, then the White King is the root that penetrates deep into the earth, and it is he who truly supports the existence of the entire civilization.

To the dragon kings, she is like an eldest sister and a mother.

And only she has the ability to make the glorious dragon clan go into a weakened ...... In order to make their supreme father, he became that unsightly appearance, and was finally beaten into the abyss by them.

"Maybe you've seen it since millions of years ago, before the Battle of Morningstarfall......

Foreseeing our current embarrassment, rejoicing in the outcome we are about to face.

At this moment, Konstantin suddenly fell silent.

Dressed in the black and gold robes given to him by his brother, and without the company of the end by his side, Konstantin embarks alone on this journey that is coming to an end.

The wind and frost were deboned, the scorching sun was extinguished, and the Golden Country and the Bronze City were also destroyed in the catastrophe.

The closer he got to the truth, the more he realized that his death could come at any time.

It could have been the spear of the Lord God that had been shot from a blind spot that he had not noticed, or it could have been the Law of Death that had emerged from the shadows, or it could have been a curse that had been buried in his body since it was born.

Fate was watching over him.

The wind and snow beat him.

The world embraced him.

But he could still feel the warmth of his brother's arms from the darkness that enveloped his home.

"I see, brother."

"We've all done it wrong."

"Kill all the humans...... It will only hasten the arrival of the destruction and lead to a worse ending. ”

Why can humans become the masters of the world after the dragons?

This race, which was regarded only as material and slaves in the time of the dragons, was far more important than all the dragon kings imagined.

"Humanity was born for that day...... Is it for the [appointed date]? ”

Konstantin pressed one hand to his heart, recalling the true fate of the dragon kings who constantly rose up to resist, but did not know how to get rid of it.

[Date of appointment].

—The final curtain of the Dusk Prophecy.

Although it was initially only a few short words, after a long time, most of the dragon kings had a deeper and more detailed interpretation of it.

Norton and Constantine are among the best, and have even come into contact with the fate itself.

Doomsday, Dusk:

The long, harsh winter engulfed the Nine Realms, the sky lost its light, and the earth was no longer warm.

The evil wolves "Scul" and "Hatty", who were born at some unknown time, bit the chariot that drove the sun, caught up with the footsteps of the moonlight, and swallowed the sun and the moon together.

On that day, the sleeping doomsday attendant "Gulinkenby" woke up with a long, hoarse scream.

Pure, vicious, white-faced creatures came out of the ruins and sounded the trumpet of 'conquest'.

So all living creatures were suspicious of each other and killed each other, and the blood of different races stained the earth.

At this time, a red-haired giant came out of the flaming earth and the edge of darkness, holding the branch of destruction, and fought with all the living creatures of the world in the doomsday "war".

Cannibalism, father and son enmity.

It was a bloody battle in which flesh and bone were the shield and life was the spear.

Until the bloody battle was in full swing, the knight riding the black demon wolf followed.

He held the scales made of the bones of the dead, and behind him he was followed by a great ship made of the nails of the dead, whose spirits plundered the living things from the earth with their emaciated, shriveled limbs.

So in the land of famine, deprived of light and covered in darkness, hungry beasts wandered around trying to fill their stomachs.

Those who are still alive can no longer be considerate of each other, and they are uneasy, sinful, panicked, and confused...... Evil deeds spread like a tidal wave on the earth, nourishing the demonic beasts that would emerge from the wilderness at the end of the day.

In a world where flames cannot burn, the earth shatters and falls;

The primordial sea that gushes out of the crack in the earth devours everything in a frenzy, and the winds of the dead stand still in the valleys that litter the dead, crying out cruelly for the end of all things.

The living are dying, and the inanimate are dragged into the chaos of the merging of heaven and earth.

Finally, the black wings hung the endless corpses, clothed in the souls of all things, and the Lord of Hosts flew out of the abyss with the aftermath of the destruction of the Nine Realms, announcing the end of everything in the world.

- "Death" is here.

This is Ragnarok.

This is the end of the promise.

"On that day, all the Nine Realms were reduced to nothingness." Konstantin raised his head, his candle-burning eyes staring at the endless ruin ahead, "So until that day, we will do everything we can to resist the tyranny of fate." ”

Although it is too weak to be a dragon.

Although weakened as a toddler.

But for now, he is still defiant of fate, the Lord of Bronze and Fire.

And in front of him, in the azure light that shone in the sky, the rebel of fate, the human race chosen by him, came as promised.

Holding an ominous blade, Chu Zihang appeared in front of Konstantin.

PS: More, I'm sorry everyone, the torture cross will end in a few days, and there will be another shift tonight. I've been busy preparing for meetings lately, plus collecting materials for year-end statistics, and I'm really dizzy.

(End of chapter)