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

These golden bronze trees grew rapidly from the ground.

This instantly shattered the perceptions of the executors and students.

A young first-year student, in a panic, fired a shot at the bronze tree; he did it unintentionally.

Angers was startled when he heard the gunshot, but it was too late to stop it. The area around the bronze tree was like a domain of words and discipline, suppressing the dragon blood in the hybrid's body, let alone allowing him to use any words.

It was far more powerful than the suppression wielded by Vice Principal Flamel.

Flamel: "..."

The bullet flew straight toward the bronze coffin, collided with the envy embedded in it, made a crisp sound, and fell to the ground.

However, the shot seemed to have triggered some mechanism; the cracks in the bronze coffin suddenly widened, and more black viscous fluid gushed out, accompanied by a suffocating stench.

Norton sensed something significant happening inside the coffin, his expression changed drastically, and he hurriedly shouted, "Back off!"

Upon hearing this, everyone quickly retreated a few steps. They saw the black slime falling from the branches of the bronze tree, condensing in mid-air into ferocious black dragon shadows, baring their fangs and claws as they pounced towards them.

Ye Jingchen reacted quickly, activating the Word of Power: Sword Control, attempting to dispel these black dragon shadows, but the effect was minimal. They seemed to have their own life, constantly being born from the slime, endlessly.

Lu Mingfei's face was pale, and the Greedy in his hand trembled slightly. He looked at Ye Jingchen, his eyes filled with fear and helplessness.

Seeing Lu Mingfei's gaze, Ye Jingchen thought to himself, "Although Lu Mingfei possesses great power, he is still too inexperienced when faced with this kind of unknown fear."

So Ye Jingchen patted Lu Mingfei on the shoulder, "Calm down, let's face this crisis together. The rest is up to you, Lu Mingfei, you can do it."

Ye Jingchen's inner monologue: "If there were no one else here, perhaps I could try to absorb this black slime, along with the bronze tree and the coffin, into the subspace of alchemy."

Chu Zihang gripped the Divine Blade Murasame tightly, standing in front of everyone. His eyes were resolute, as if he wanted to cut down all obstacles. This blue-haired man always had that expressionless face, so cold and indifferent.

Seeing this, Ye Jingchen silently nodded to Chu Zihang, thinking to himself, "As things stand, Chu Zihang does seem more reliable than Lu Mingfei, but we still need to make Lu Mingfei work harder and not let him rest too much."

The little boy Constantine suddenly shouted:

"This slime is the seed of the Bronze Tree. It absorbs the life force of its surroundings. Don't let the Bronze Tree grow in Kassel College!"

Upon hearing this, Chu Zihang was shocked. He immediately understood such a terrifying and extreme plan.

Chu Zihang's inner monologue: "If the Bronze Tree really grows in the academy, then all the mixed-race students will become nourishment for the Bronze Tree. It's a tree that eats people. This consequence is something that Kassel Academy cannot bear."

What Chu Zihang didn't know was that this bronze tree was merely a stepping stone for Lu Mingfei to ascend to the throne. The bronze tree served Lu Mingfei wholeheartedly, and it would follow the will of the little devil to drain the dragon blood from all the dragon-blooded creatures around it!

“We must destroy these bronze coffins and stop the bronze tree from growing!” Norton shouted.

Upon hearing this, everyone nodded in agreement.

So they began to divide the work: Ye Jingchen and Chu Zihang were responsible for attracting the Black Dragon Shadow's attention, creating opportunities for Lu Mingfei and Constantine.

Lu Mingfei, on the other hand, took up Greed and prepared to split open the bronze coffin and completely destroy the original sin inside.

It's understandable for others to attack the Bronze Tree, but Lu Mingfei's attack on the Bronze Tree is like shooting himself in the foot. Fortunately, Lu Mingfei is unaware of this.

The battle was about to begin. Ye Jingchen and Chu Zihang activated their Words of Power and engaged in a fierce battle with the Black Dragon Shadow.

The black dragon shadows were numerous and had astonishing attack power, but the two of them were not afraid at all. With their excellent combat skills and tacit cooperation, they gradually stabilized their position.

Ye Jingchen tried his best to reduce his skills and strength to the same level as Chu Zihang. Ye Jingchen's inner monologue was: "This matter should not be my responsibility. I don't need to clean up Lu Mingfei's mess. I'll just observe from the sidelines and see how Lu Mingfei will make his move."

On the other side, Lu Mingfei took a deep breath, gathered all his strength, and unleashed Greed towards the bronze coffin.

With a loud "boom," the bronze coffin was split in two, and the black viscous liquid inside splattered out, like a black rain falling on the ground.

However, just when everyone thought the crisis was over, the black slime suddenly began to wriggle. It gathered together and formed a huge, skinless, muscle-covered black dragon!

The dragon roared and charged at the group. Its power was so great that even Norton was terrified.

Constantine: "Brother, this black dragon seems to have the bloodline of a supreme being!"

Norton: "I felt it."

"Everyone be careful!" Chu Zihang shouted, activating his Word of Power: Monarch's Flame, attempting to block the dragon's attack. He stood in front of it like a high-explosive bomb being launched!

But the dragon seemed to ignore his words and continued to charge forward.

Not only was the black dragon ignoring it, but Norton and Constantine also cast disdainful glances at Chu Zihang's use of the Word of Power: Monarch Flame.

At this critical moment, Lu Mingfei discovered that the sparks from wielding Greed and rubbing it against the bronze tree branch caused the black dragon to retreat half a step!

Realizing this, Lu Mingfei suddenly exclaimed, "I understand! This slime is the cancerous substance of dragon blood; it fears high temperatures and pure power!"

Upon hearing Lu Mingfei's words, Chu Zihang, Norton, and Constantine all rolled their eyes at him. If the flames were effective, the black dragon would have been suppressed back into the bronze coffin long ago.

It was obvious that the black dragon had taken a half step back because it sensed Lu Mingfei's bloodline and identity; otherwise, it would have torn Lu Mingfei in two long ago.

The torrential rain outside the dome-shaped barrier condensed into an inverted waterfall.

Lu Mingfei gripped "Greed's" hand, and fine beads of blood seeped out. His tender, untrained skin was easily chafed by the rough hilt of the Scottish broadsword.

The drops of blood that fell between the bronze branches caused the ferocious black dragon to let out a mournful cry.

Lu Mingfei's blood was enough to dispel the black dragon, instill fear in it, and cause it to perish.

In a daze, Lu Mingfei heard what sounded like someone waving past his ear. Suddenly, he heard the sound of wind chimes from Tokyo Tower—the glass wind chimes his mother had hung on the window frame on his twelfth birthday.

"Lu Mingfei, step back thirty meters!" Chu Zihang suddenly shouted.

As Murasame's blade sliced ​​through the black dragon's claws, in the sparks that flew, Lu Mingfei saw a double phantom:

At this moment, the senior brother was wielding his sword, while Chu Zihang, whose body was wrapped in bandages, was being pierced through the chest by bronze roots.

It was as if Chu Zihang from two different worlds, or two different timelines, had overlapped.

The two images superimposed on his retina caused him a splitting headache.

Norton's golden eyes suddenly turned dark gold.

When he pressed his lava-patterned palm onto the dragon's head, the black slime suddenly boiled and vaporized, solidifying in mid-air into the Chicago train station from eighteen years ago.

In the rising steam, it seemed as if a little boy in a black evening suit was stuffing an ice crystal pendant into Lu Mingfei's swaddling clothes.

“So it was you…” Norton roared, his voice carrying the trembling of bronze chimes, as he turned to look at Lu Mingfei.

The dragon claw pierced through the illusion, but was blocked by an invisible barrier the instant it touched Lu Mingfei's brow—where an alchemical matrix identical to Flamel's appeared.

A broken blade slipped from Ye Jingchen's sleeve.

When he tapped the trunk of the bronze tree lightly with the back of his knife, the ground of the entire academy suddenly became transparent.

Three hundred meters underground, twelve corpses bound by chains simultaneously raised their heads, their faces completely overlapping with those of everyone present.

“It’s time to end the game.” Caesar emerged from the shadows, having been watching silently all along.

Caesar then pressed a button on the remote control in his hand!

The falling black raindrops suddenly stopped, each drop reflecting a different ending:

In some worlds, Lu Mingfei sits on a bronze throne, while in others, Ye Jingchen plunges a broken blade into Angers' heart. In the very center of the water droplet, a little devil is adjusting a giant alchemical compass atop the Tokyo Tower during a storm.

The black dragon suddenly exploded into a sky full of black feathers.

When the 108th black feather touched the bronze tree, all the branches simultaneously blossomed with blood-red buds.

Lu Mingfei felt vines burrowing into his spine; those barbed roots were rewriting his genetic code, pouring the memories of past dragon slayers into his mind.

"Don't look at the flower stamen!" Constantine's warning came half a second too late.

Lu Mingfei's pupils reflected the embryo deep within the flower bud—a boy who looked nine-tenths like him, pressing an ice crystal die into Chu Zihang's temple.

When he tried to look away, he found that his neck was already entwined with bronze vines.

Chu Zihang's Village Rain suddenly slipped from his grasp.

When the blade was plunged into the ground, the original emblem of Kassel College appeared on the paving stones of the entire square.

The half-withered, half-flourishing branches of the World Tree suddenly came to life, absorbing all the black slime that lunged at Lu Mingfei...

"Brother, it's time to wake up." The little devil's voice came from among the leaves.

Lu Mingfei saw himself standing atop the bronze tree, with 365 dried-up corpses beneath his feet. It was a world that seemed extremely unreal.

When he looked down into his palm, he found that what he was holding was no longer greed, but a blood-stained ice crystal pendant.

Lu Mingfei looked at his palm, his eyes somewhat blurry, and asked in a daze, "Is this your space that can stop time again?"

The little devil snapped his fingers. "Yes, brother, you've become smarter."

Lu Mingfei struggled to get up, but found that he couldn't get up no matter what, as if he were stuck in a quagmire. He looked at the little devil and asked for help, "Pull me up, I still have to continue fighting, they are all waiting for me."

The little devil shook his finger. "No, no, no, my dear brother, the bronze tree and the black dragon are not your enemies. They are your most loyal subjects, subjects who are willing to give their lives for you without reservation."

You don't actually think the bronze tree and the black dragon are afraid of fire, do you? Then why weren't they afraid of your Senior Brother Chu Zihang's flames in the first place?

Lu Mingfei was stumped by the question and couldn't speak for a moment. After a long while, he came to his senses, silently lowered his head, and murmured, "How...how could I possibly have anything to do with those monsters..."

In the real world.

The twelve corpses, bound by iron chains, were instantly reduced to pieces by Angers' folding knife.

Word of Power: Time Zero, also known as the chief illusion god of the civil war, makes it impossible for these clumsy corpses to touch Angers' body.

Caesar was shocked to see the twelve corpses fall behind Principal Angers in the blink of an eye. His blond hair and blue eyes twitched, and he quickly activated the Word of Power: Kamaitachi, "Wind in the darkness, become my eyes!"

It's like having a human radar activated, avoiding stepping on tree branches and making a sound that reveals its location.

Angers had naturally noticed Caesar, but he wasn't interested in him for the time being.

Old people are wise, and old ghosts are efficacious.

Angers' folding knife suddenly pointed forward and thrust out! It attempted to pierce through the phantom of a little boy in a black evening suit, but the phantom was unaffected.

In the realm of time zero, the old man saw two overlapping spacetimes. He often saw visions of the future or the past within this realm of time zero.

Ye Jingchen is smiling in the scene, while twenty years later, deep in the Bronze City, a young man with a face similar to Ye Jingchen is sealing the Black King Embryo into Lu Mingfei's chest cavity.

Angers' inner monologue: "Wandering through the Gobi Desert of time, I have seen many people and things that I should not have seen. Seeing more is not necessarily a good thing, because it is easy to know the heavens, but difficult to defy them."

"What exactly are you...?" Angers looked at Lu Mingfei, who was enveloped by the branches of the Bronze Tree and the World Tree, but his question was drowned out by the sound of the explosion.

As the crimson buds bloomed simultaneously, all the hybrids heard the dragon chanting—

That was the final chapter of "Fragments of the Ice Sea" recorded by Chu Tianjiao in the Greenland Ice Sea. Each syllable made the bronze tree grow several meters taller!

Lu Mingfei suddenly let out an inhuman roar.

His suit exploded into pieces, and alchemical patterns, the same as those found on Fingel's skin, appeared on his skin.

When the first drop of silvery blood fell to the ground, the entire bronze tree began to grow in reverse, and those life-devouring branches actually fed nutrients back to the dying students.

“This is… no, it’s not!” Norton’s dragon scales peeled away, revealing human skin beneath. “He wasn’t absorbing the life force of dragon-blooded creatures; he was releasing it! Constantine, did you see that?! This is unbelievable!”

Constantine tugged at Norton's sleeve, looking at Lu Mingfei with confusion. "Brother, I saw it, but why? Why would he do that?"

Chu Zihang caught the falling village rain amidst the blood rain.

The image reflected on the blade was no longer a battle scene, but the Tokyo Tower in a downpour—Lu Mingfei's mother was shaking an ice crystal wind chime at the top of the tower, while the twelve-year-old himself was pointing a gun at the alchemical matrix at the bottom of the tower, as if he were pointing a gun at his own head.

When the last bronze leaf withered, Lu Mingfei opened his eyes amidst the ruins.

In his palm lay fragments of the ice crystal pendant; within those sharply defined facets lay the memories the little devil was willing to reveal to Lu Mingfei.

Lu Mingfei did not delve into these memories; he feared them, afraid that if he did, he would lose something important. Lu Mingfei murmured:

"What is there for someone like me to lose?"