Lu Mingze stood in front of the gate of the underground palace at some point, and the golden-eyed boy looked at Chen Mo in the pure white feather robe in front of him, as well as the dark golden sword in his hand, with complicated eyes.

"Fate, I know one more thing, ally."

"Really?"

"Ragnarok, the return of the Black Emperor, these are the established matters of fate, this is the information I have gotten, and I recognize its authenticity."

"Hmm." Lu Mingze responded unshyly, and his perfunctory attitude was clearly visible.

"I've been thinking about what Nidhogg is like, but I don't have enough information until just now."

"There's the body of the Black King here." Chen Mo stared at Lu Mingze.

"So you came up with something?" Chen Mo shook his head: "You should know these things much better than me. ”

“..........”

"Before I found Norton, I spent about half a year in the Ark and other places after I took over Taoyuan, looking for the hidden dragons, and monitoring the activities of the secret family and Gattuso by the way."

"I know."

"I've found a few long lines selling dragon blood serum, a few factories, a few organizations, and a few low-ranking dragons, a secondary species."

"Fruitful?"

"The sub-breed was too young, and the long-term cocooning damaged his soul and his memory was incomplete. But I ended up finding Norton, didn't I? ”

"The memories of the Four Great Sovereigns can answer many of your questions." Lu Mingze replied nonchalantly.

"But I want what you're thinking more about." Chen Mo's voice was a little low. Lu Mingze smiled: "You want to do it with me?" ”

"I don't want to." Chen Mo shook his head again and suddenly said, "Do you think Yang Huaizhou has the qualifications to evolve?" ”

"Nope." Lu Mingze's smile turned cold: "The qualifications will not increase or decrease, if they have a dragon bone cross of the rebel, then they will naturally have the ability to contain its corpse." ”

"But Lu Mingfei has it, does he?" There was no trace of a smile in Lu Mingze's smile.

"Ying Zheng is not sure of winning me when he perfectly controls the authority of the Black King." The Tai'a in Chen Mo's hand glowed with dark golden sword light.

"I don't want to know if your beating brother can beat me, what I want to know is the restraint of fate, and this sword."

"You actually want to ask about my brother's identity."

"I don't ask questions that don't get answered."

"You should have considered invading my soul directly with the spirit, you got that sword, but the master of the Nibelungen is not dead, isn't it the best chance for you?"

"After all, the Covenant is not a blank slate." After all, he is not absolutely sure that he will win against Longhua's Lu Mingfei. In the calculation of the Celestial Evolution, the four monarchs, the evolved Herzog, and even Odin, who shot once, these dragon king-level creatures all have a rough strategic level.

But Lu Mingfei and Lu Mingze were in a fog.

"What if I insist?"

"Ming Fei himself probably won't do anything to me, you don't look like the type who can fight." Chen Mo raised his sword sideways: "Fate is not something that can be handed over to others, and Lu Mingfei is not ready to deal with the 'end point'." Lu Mingze narrowed his eyes, with a dangerous look on his face: "We still have time, he can still prepare." ”

"Time? Fate has been completely messed up, the future has become a cloud of mist, based on my crown and the authority constructed by this sword, the 'Apocalypse' can only see the picture of the lake of molds, and the worst-case scenario, when we walk out of the dragon vein, the Black King has already begun to knock on the prologue of Ragnarok. ”

"Are you afraid of death?" Lu Mingze smiled sarcastically. Chen Mo was stunned, covered his face with his right hand, took a deep breath, and when he put down his palm, the expression on his face had turned into a smirk, a smirk that looked very friendly but extremely hypocritical: "Of course I'm afraid of death, I've usurped the crown of the White King, and I've come into contact with the essence of the world, wealth, power, so many beautiful things in front of me, how can I be willing to die?" Is there anything wrong with me wanting to live past the twilight of the gods and continue to glorify the power in my hands in the new world? His smile contained greed, and the original hypocritical smile was stained with the desire for power and then the vivid villain's face, which profoundly interpreted the ugliness.

Chen Mo knows how to play such a role well, and a certain doctor has set an example a long time ago.

"That's not right." Lu Mingze took out the scarf on his chest and slapped it on Chen Mo's face: "Wipe your face, if you have to put on such a despicable disgust to disgust me, I should have asked Odin to kill you in the first place." ”

"I know you can see it," Chen Mo's expression didn't change at all, and his face was full of that disgusting smile: "But Lu Mingfei is just a spotless little white rabbit, he won't see it." Lu Mingze lowered his eyes and looked at the ground shattered by the aftermath and thought quietly.

He realized Chen Mo's intentions, Lu Mingze would not tolerate a lowly person who did not have the heart of a dragon king to ascend to the throne, on the other hand, since the end would inevitably come, Chen Mo would definitely not choose to sit still.

If Lu Mingfei is the final weapon to deal with the endgame, Chen Mo must put his own reins and shackles on it.

"The Nibelungen Project." Lu Mingze slowly spit out a word.

"Lu Mingfei's current state can't directly contain Nidhogg's heart, and I can't persuade him to take the initiative to accept the gift of the king's blood, the secret party's plan is a good cover, I need your alchemy technology and cover."

"Yes." Chen Mo nodded: "Ying Zheng's body will be destroyed by Zhao Anmin and the orthodox dragon race, in exchange I will preserve his living soul and invade the orthodox matrix, if there is no accident, he will hide in the mind of the orthodox half-blood monarch and help us control orthodoxy when necessary." ”

"I'm afraid I'll be able to resist killing you one day."

"I'll be careful," Chen Mo shrugged, "But at least after the endgame, I don't want to wake up from the cocoon to be in ruins outside, and the black dragon has covered half the world in darkness." ”

"I'll keep that heart too." The boy's performance in terms of gaining inches is very much in line with his age.

So Chen Mo began to rub his sword with the cuffs of his feather coat, Tai'a's blade had a sharpness similar to that of Tiancongyun, but it was impossible to cut through the feather coat formed by the White King's scale armor and countless dragon texts.

Tai'a's sword body gradually shone, and the cold light pierced into Lu Mingze's golden eyes. Lu Mingze's face twitched, of course he knew that it was impossible for this kind of creation with power to change from old to new in the blink of an eye, it was Chen Mo who was using the means of refracting light to shake his eyes.

I can't beat him, I can't beat him, I can't beat him. Lu Mingze repeated three times in his heart to warn himself not to be impulsive, raised his head and said, "In exchange, I will elaborate on the nature of that sword and how you can go further on the path of the White King." ”

"Deal." As if an instant and time were stacked, Chen Mo flashed in front of him and shook Lu Mingze's hand, relying on the advantage of height to make the boy stagger.