Dragon Clan: I'm too lazy to talk to you, you're not worthy to listen!

The Black King's return to the world is inevitable. Regardless of whether it is a new king or an old king, one of the Black Kings will eventually be killed on the cold, black-gold throne. Even after witnessing the fall of the Zhou family's patriarch, Ying Zheng felt no emotion whatsoever.

He gazed quietly at the riverbank, thinking to himself, "I hope this old man doesn't pull some crazy 'resurrection' trick."

Jormungandr's body was currently in a 30% dragon form, with its right half covered in granite-colored armor made of Alchemy Concept Armor, constantly alert to its surroundings.

Norton shielded his brother Constantine tightly behind him, his golden eyes, as bright as the sun, scanning the surroundings.

Shokuya Ki did want to catch up with her colleagues at Kassel College, but since she was wearing a mask, she would have to explain herself if she went there. Her inner monologue was: "If I really have to explain, I feel like I can't clear my name no matter what. After all, when I was an executor, I signed a confidentiality agreement with Kassel College. I don't want to be sent to Mount Fuji in Japan to go through a brainwashing process."

Forget it, let's just keep this a secret for as long as we can..."

Chen Motong didn't think too much about it. She didn't put in too much effort. After all, she hadn't mastered the Alchemy: Space Creation technique she had learned before. She only had a basic grasp of the ability to store items, and she could only store inanimate objects. However, even so, it was still quite valuable in the post-apocalyptic world, as it was not as good as Ying Zheng's Alchemy: Subspace ability for the time being.

At this moment, Fenrir was thinking more about the television, sofa, and potato chips in his "villa" in Beiping. However, witnessing the death of the fake Earth and Mountain King still brought him a great shock. But this shock only lasted for a while. Fenrir had too much to remember. For a great dragon king like him, using too much brainpower was not a good thing.

Even though Jormungandr had considered many things for him, he still found it difficult to stand up.

The one thing that should never exist between the Dragon Kings is affection.

Of all the dragon kings, only Odin was the most dedicated; he was almost devoid of emotion.

He possesses a calm mind and an iron fist, and has a clear understanding of his own position.

The other dragon king, one of the twins who are also the kings of the sky and the wind, has been devoured by Odin countless times, and his strength can even be said to have fallen to the lower level among the next generation of beings.

Odin had been plotting behind the scenes all along; otherwise, in the original timeline, it wouldn't have been Odin's turn to devour so many dragon kings' cross skeletons, seize the power of so many dragon kings, and even have the qualifications to barely fight against the Black King.

Odin is a formidable opponent, even if He hasn't made any major moves yet.

But He must be plotting something earth-shattering again.

Even with Ye Jingchen's interference in the causal chain.

Odin nipped the fragmented version of Nidhogg in the bud at Tokyo Airport, at the very beginning of its creation.

Even when facing the White Queen Erii Uesugi, who had fully inherited power, Odin still had the ability to escape, so he wouldn't die in his Nibelungen world.

Ying Zheng walked up to Ye Sheng and reached out to help him up.

Ye Sheng observed Ying Zheng up close, meeting his gaze through the white mask on Ying Zheng's face. Ye Sheng thought to himself, "Why do I feel like I've seen this person somewhere before? Even these masked people in front of me have a certain familiarity..."

Ye Sheng turned to Ying Zheng and whispered, "Thank you."

Ying Zheng reached out and patted Ye Sheng on the shoulder, looking into Ye Sheng's eyes and said, "Although we are not an abandoned race, we are not currently on the opposite side of your Kassel College."

You can rest assured.

Don't ask me anything else; I won't tell you even if you do.

Even if I tell you, you might not understand.

You and your Kassel College executives should hurry back to Professor Stanlundberg's side.

He needs your protection even more.

Whoever has the bigger fist carries more weight in their words.

Ye Sheng wisely stopped arguing with Ying Zheng. He bent down to pick up the Uzi submachine gun from the ground, turned his head to look at the Kassel College executors behind him, and gave them a wink.

The group of Kassel College executors understood and nodded to Ye Sheng.

"Take care!" Ye Sheng said to Ying Zheng, then turned and led the group from Kassel College away from there, acting very quickly.

Ying Zheng turned his gaze away from the riverbank, thinking to himself, "This seemingly concluded battle is nothing more than the calm before the storm."

Although the fall of the Zhou family patriarch was expected, the power struggles and unknown variables hidden behind it weighed heavily on his heart like thick dark clouds.

"We need to leave here as soon as possible," Ying Zheng said in a low voice to the person beside him. "This place is not safe to stay any longer."

Fenrir muttered as he walked, "I'm going to eat lots and lots of potato chips when I get back, and I need to get a softer sofa too."

Upon hearing this, Jormungandr glanced at him helplessly, then gently patted his shoulder, as if comforting a child.

Norton disagreed with Ying Zheng's words: "There's no such thing as whether it's appropriate or not to stay here. I'm going to destroy all these things that blaspheme the dragon's might."

Ying Zheng approached, and through the white mask, brought his mouth close to Norton's ear: "Your idea is wrong."

Your physical strength is still relatively weak. Since you are already at your limit, you should rest and recuperate appropriately.

Besides, it would be too easy for those who are secretly watching the fight to be the ones who have to do all the work.

You should understand the principle of "when the snipe and the clam fight, the fisherman benefits."

We've already muddied the waters; now we'll step back and watch these miscellaneous factions fight it out.

Norton stopped arguing and silently turned to look at Constantine behind him.

Seeing Norton's actions, Ying Zheng assumed that he had been convinced. A red light flashed in his left eye, transforming into a black vortex that distorted space, preparing to take everyone into the alchemical subspace and disappear on the banks of the Yangtze River.

Just as they were about to leave this place of trouble, Ying Zheng suddenly sensed a familiar yet dangerous aura.

He stopped abruptly, his muscles tensing, and looked around warily.

"What's wrong?" Norton noticed his unusual behavior and immediately went into battle mode.

“A very powerful force is approaching, and…” Ying Zheng frowned, “This force reminds me of Odin.”

I had a similar feeling before, in Odin's Nibelungen.

Upon hearing this, everyone stopped in their tracks and stood ready for battle.

Jormungandr quickly increased his dragon form to fifty percent, his granite-colored armor becoming even thicker and exuding a cold aura.

Norton shielded Constantine behind him, his hands igniting with golden flames that seemed capable of burning everything.

Jiu Deya also drew her weapon. Although she wore a mask, her eyes revealed determination and resolve. She was no longer the weakest among the abandoned clans, because the weakest was Chen Motong...

Chen Motong clenched her fists nervously, trying to recall the alchemy she had learned, hoping it could be of help at this crucial moment.

Fenrir stopped grumbling about the chips and the sofa. A rare seriousness flashed in his eyes, the instinctive vigilance of a dragon king. However, he still carefully squeezed some air out of the plastic bag of chips so as not to affect the taste of the chips later.

Fenrir, now living a good life, can never go back. Before, in the dark and gloomy Nibelungen metro, even moldy potato chips were considered delicacies. Now, he's even starting to pay attention to the taste of potato chips. It just goes to show that it's easy to go from frugality to luxury, but difficult to go from luxury to frugality.

However, it's understandable, since Fenrir and Shami haven't had many good days since their birth.

As the aura drew closer, a black crack suddenly appeared in the sky.

A figure slowly emerged from the crack.

It was a person dressed in a long black robe, his face hidden in the shadows, his expression unreadable, but the powerful sense of oppression emanating from him made everyone feel suffocated.

“Odin?” Ying Zheng said in a low voice, his voice carrying a hint of doubt and wariness.

This figure exudes an aura similar to Odin's, yet there are subtle differences.

The man in black robes did not answer; he simply stood there quietly, watching the crowd.

Suddenly, he stretched out a hand, palm up, and a ball of black flame slowly rose in his hand.

The flames seemed to have a life of their own, constantly twisting and leaping, emitting an eerie light.

"Watch out, this flame is dangerous!" Norton shouted, activating his Word of Power. As one of the twin sons of the Bronze and Fire Kings, he had an extremely high ability to recognize the danger of flames.

"Word Spirit: Heaven and Earth are the furnace!"

The universe is a furnace, which allows one to control flames. Norton could control the flames with his mind alone, even without using words of power. However, just to be on the safe side, he used words of power.

For a moment, the surrounding space seemed to freeze, and even time seemed to slow down.

The man in black robes seemed to have been prepared for Ye Jingchen's incantation. He waved the flame in his hand lightly, and the flame instantly transformed into countless black fire arrows, shooting towards the crowd.

Ying Zheng immediately activated the Alchemy Subspace, enveloping everyone within it.

The flaming arrows struck the barrier of the warp, crackling and popping, but failed to penetrate.

“I’m sure of it. He’s not Odin, but his strength shouldn’t be underestimated,” Ying Zheng said. “It seems we’ve run into trouble again.”

The man in black robes seemed somewhat annoyed that his attack had been blocked.

He took a sudden step forward, his black robe billowing in the wind, revealing his face.

It was a pale face, with no emotion in its eyes, like a stagnant pool.

“I am Loki, Odin’s messenger,” the man in black said coldly. “Lord Odin has sent me to reclaim what belongs to him.”

"Things that belong to him?" Ying Zheng sneered. "Does he think everything in this world belongs to him?"

Loki ignored Ying Zheng's taunts and launched another attack.

This time, countless black threads appeared around his body, and those threads, as if they were alive, wrapped around the crowd.

Jormungandr brandished her dragon claws, severing the approaching threads one by one. Her fifty percent dragon form enhanced the mobility of her human body to a terrifying level, far surpassing the bodies of "Emperors" like Genjiro and Genjiro.

Norton then used golden flames to burn the threads to ashes.

Shudeya and Chen Motong were also assisting from the side. They tried to use their abilities to interfere with Loki's attacks, but the effect was minimal. This level of battle was beyond their ability to intervene.

Fenrir suddenly roared, his body began to swell, his dragon form intensified, and a small horn grew from his forehead.

He charged forward, intending to attack Loki directly.

But Loki simply waved his hand, and a black barrier blocked Fenrir's attack.

"Fenrir, come back!" Jormungandr shouted, somewhat worried that Fenrir, a simple-minded dragon king, might fall victim to some unpredictable schemes.

Fenrir retreated somewhat reluctantly, his eyes filled with anger, but he was still willing to obey Jormungandr's words.

Ying Zheng observed the situation before him and secretly pondered a solution:

"This Loki is indeed very strong, and he seems to know everyone's abilities very well. Every attack he makes perfectly avoids everyone's strengths."

Do they know us that well...? Hiss...

Oh, perhaps like me, Odin is just putting on a mask for himself.

There's no Loki here, this is very likely Odin!

“This can’t go on,” Norton said. “We have to find his weakness.”

Ying Zheng nodded, and began to carefully observe Loki's attack methods and movement patterns.

Suddenly, he noticed that when Loki launched an attack, his right hand always moved slower than his left, and he thought to himself:

"Could it be that the injury Erii caused him last time hasn't healed yet?"

“I think I’ve found his weakness,” Ying Zheng whispered to Norton. “There might be something wrong with his right hand.”

Norton's eyes gleamed upon hearing this. "Alright, let's attack his right hand together."

He said, raising his hand to release the Word of Power: Monarch's Flame.

Ying Zheng and Norton exchanged a glance and launched their attacks simultaneously.

Ying Zheng summoned countless sharp blades from the alchemical subspace and shot them toward Loki.

Norton, meanwhile, used the power of Word of Power: Sword Control to push the speed of these blades to the limit.

On the other side, he threw the fireball of Word of Power: Lord's Flame at Loki.

Loki seemed to sense the danger and quickly used his left hand to defend himself.

But at that moment, Shudeya suddenly launched an attack from the side, her weapon flashing coldly as she stabbed towards Loki's right hand.

Loki was unable to dodge in time and his right hand was slashed by Shudeya's weapon.

He let out a roar, and the black aura around him became even more intense.

"You've successfully enraged me!" Loki roared. A massive black vortex suddenly appeared around his body, surging with black energy.

"Oh no, it looks like he's about to unleash his ultimate move!" Ying Zheng shouted. "Everyone, quickly find cover! He might be trying to drag us into the Nibelungen!"

The black vortex summoned by Loki looks quite similar to the power of the Word of Power: Black Sun, but it is not exactly the same!

Ying Zheng directed everyone to hide, while he himself moved swiftly toward Loki alone!

"Loki? Let me see who you really are!"

"Quickly pull me into your Nibelungen world!"

Beneath the white mask, Ying Zheng's eyes were filled with anticipation...