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

Ye Jingchen stood in the corner, arms crossed, his expression calm, taking in everything that was happening.

He saw that the branches of the bronze tree and the branches of the half-withered, half-flourishing World Tree had all transformed into soft vines.

These vibrant green vines reached out towards the Kassel College executives and students who were slumped on the ground, struggling and stained with black slime.

Transmitting a pure, emerald-green light, the abnormal changes in the skin and limbs of those hybrids, which had been infected by the black slime and transformed into dragons, were quickly reversed!

The scales fell off, the blood vessels stopped swelling, and the skin returned to its normal state.

"Lu Mingfei actually returned all the bloodline power he had plundered to the mixed-bloods at Kassel College. That really suits his character," Ye Jingchen murmured to himself. "If the little devil paves the way for me to become king like this, I won't be polite."

After witnessing Lu Mingfei saving everyone, Chu Zihang finally realized that Lu Mingfei, like Ye Jingchen and his group, was a complete monster!

Jormungandr gave Lu Mingfei a thumbs-up and said admiringly, "Great, no need for further explanation!"

The bronze tree withered first as Lu Mingfei sacrificed its nutrients to treat the hybrids, and the black, venomous sap instantly turned into a pool of stagnant water.

The black dragon crashed to the ground, its black muscle fibers transforming into inky black earthworms that struggled. In less than a minute, they too turned into black slime and stagnant water!

The branches of the World Tree quickly withdrew, no longer serving as a backdrop for Lu Mingfei.

Lu Mingfei, who was in mid-air, lost his support and fell to the ground instantly. His lips were pale and dry. "I'm so sleepy. My eyelids feel like they're fighting to stay open."

Lu Mingfei looked at the blue crystal lamps hanging on the ceiling of the Hall of Heroes and slowly closed his eyes.

Chu Zihang planted the Divine Sword Murasame in the ground, quickly ran over, and caught Lu Mingfei in a princess carry. Lu Mingfei was already thin; at 1.68 meters tall, he weighed only about 97 or 98 kilograms.

Chu Zihang lowered his head, a tuft of blue bangs fluttering past his eyes. He looked at Lu Mingfei, whose eyes were closed, and murmured softly about his tired face:

"Are you kidding me?!"

"But my junior brother, you are the true hero!"

"Where's the infirmary? I need to take Lu Mingfei there!" Chu Zihang turned to Principal Angers. "I'll pay for it!"

“Kassel College isn’t so poor that it can’t afford medical expenses.” Angers turned to Vice Principal Flamel. “Could you take him to the infirmary? Thank you.”

“Hmm,” Flamel nodded, looking up at the blue-haired boy with golden eyes, “Come with me…”

Ye Jingchen quietly walked up to Jormungandr, Norton, and Constantine and whispered, "You guys go back to your dorms first. There shouldn't be any major problems for now. But while there are no problems, you guys are the biggest problem. You'd better keep a low profile and avoid causing trouble during this time."

Jormungandr nodded. "Boss, I understand."

Ye Jingchen nodded slightly. "Good that you understand."

After watching the dragon kings leave, Ye Jingchen turned to look at Principal Angers. Angers was looking down at the unconscious Kassel College executives and students lying on the ground, and remained silent.

Ye Jingchen walked towards Angers. "Headmaster, don't you think you've gone a bit too far?"

“The death of one person is a number, the death of ten thousand people is also a number. It’s something neither you nor I can stop.” Angers’ gaze instantly shifted from the wounded on the ground, becoming calm and resolute once more. His blue pupils were dull, as if someone owed him hundreds of millions.

Ye Jingchen reached out and stroked the withered bronze tree, then pursed his lips. "It is indeed something you would say, Principal. However, I have a crucial question I would like to ask you. I wonder if you dare to answer it."

“There’s nothing I wouldn’t dare to ask. Just ask me anything.” Angers reached up and took off his gold-rimmed glasses, then took out a white handkerchief from his breast pocket and wiped them. “I will answer whatever I know.”

"Li Wuyue." After saying these three words, Ye Jingchen remained silent and looked at Angers quietly.

Upon hearing the name "Li Wuyue," Angers paused noticeably while wiping his glasses, though only for about half a second.

Some unforgettable, painful memories, like needles, pierced Angers' mind along with this name. Angers put on his glasses and raised his hand to smooth his hair. "How did you know that?"

As soon as Angers finished speaking, he tried his best to restrain himself and changed his words again: "No... I shouldn't have asked that. Why are you asking this? What do you know?"

Ye Jingchen reached out and patted the bronze tree, looking at the clear green veins on its leaves. "Principal Angers, what is your definition of killing the Dragon King?"

Upon hearing this, Angers paused for a moment, not sensing any hidden meaning in the question, and calmly replied, "The Dragon King is difficult to kill, and will always be resurrected. On the day of his resurrection, the Dragon King will leave behind a bone vial containing the bone and blood that encompass most of the Dragon King's memories. When the Dragon King dies, he can return to the world again with the help of this bone vial."

Based on this theory, my proposed dragon-slaying plan is to kill the Dragon King before he is resurrected and before he leaves behind any bone flasks. This way, we can solve the problem once and for all and no longer have to worry about the Dragon King's resurrection.

However, due to the scarcity of the Philosopher's Stone and the slow progress of the Nibelungen Project, I need the Dragon King to construct his dragon body before we kill him.

We need the Dragon King's Dragon Bone Cross!

After listening to Angers' words, Ye Jingchen nodded. "If it's that simple, then your plan is quite feasible?"

“Simple…?” Angers doubted his ears, and a look of confusion finally appeared on his face. “What did you discover?”

Ye Jingchen: "Then I'll put it this way: anyone who has bathed in dragon blood could potentially become a living egg of the Dragon King."

Upon hearing this, Angers visibly stiffened. "You mean, I might have become Li Wuyue's egg? Impossible, that's impossible, so many years have passed..."

Ye Jingchen: "How much time has passed is just a matter of time. Don't you find it strange yourself? Haven't you noticed at all that your body is becoming strangely different?"

The torrential rain condensed into an inverted white waterfall outside the dome barrier of Valhalla.

The withered branches of the bronze tree gleamed with a mortised bluish-gray hue under the moonlight.

Ye Jingchen's fingertips traced the cracks in the tree trunk, and the winding lines seemed to come alive, forming the seal script of the three characters "Li Wuyue".

Anger's pupils suddenly contracted when he saw the name Li Wuyue!

He seemed to see his own reflection distorted on the surface of the bronze tree, his skin in the mirror showing dragon scale patterns, and his neck wrapped with chains forged from icy sea iron—the shackles that Li Wuyue had personally placed on his soul during their duel in 1946.

"Those who bathe in dragon's blood ultimately become vessels." Ye Jingchen's fingertips suddenly pierced the tree trunk, silver liquid seeping into the tree rings along the lines of his palm. "Just like what you saw in the Greenland ice sea..."

"Enough, stop talking!" Angers pressed his folding knife against Ye Jingchen's throat, the blade reflecting Ye Jingchen's calm face.

Those were memories Angers didn't want to recall.

The withered bronze tree suddenly trembled!

Three hundred and sixty-five bronze lamps rose from the withered branches, each flame reflecting a different fragment of memory:

Twelve-year-old Lu Mingfei, or perhaps a little devil, shakes a wind chime atop Tokyo Tower;

Chu Tianjiao sealed the Black King Embryo into the icy sea, while in the very center of the lamp, Li Wuyue was tying a bow tie for the young Angers.

Heart demon.

"Who exactly are you?" Angers' blade cut his own skin, and drops of blood slid down Ye Jingchen's Adam's apple, blooming into white roses at the roots of the bronze tree.

Ye Jingchen remained unfazed. He didn't believe that Angers could harm him in his current state. Anyway, with Erii as his backup, even if the little devil came, there was nothing to be afraid of.

Ye Jingchen: "Principal Angers, are you scared?"

Angers looked at Ye Jingchen coldly without saying a word. How could a person who was determined to slay dragons, who had survived from hell to return to the human world just to take revenge on the dragon race, accept that he had become the dragon king's egg?

The falling blood droplets suddenly froze, each reflecting a scene three hundred meters underground at Kassel College:

Twelve chain-bound corpses are awakening, their faces completely overlapping with those of the dragon slayers of the past. These dragon slayers' corpses were not laid to rest; instead, they were used by the Equipment Department to create Dragonblood Warriors. It's not just the Gattuso family that's researching this project.

"Who I am isn't important; you just need to clearly understand who you are." Ye Jingchen's voice resonated like a bronze chime. "Even if you become a dragon's egg, does that mean you can't take revenge on the dragons? What do you think?"

Upon hearing Ye Jingchen's words, Angers silently put away his folding knife, as these words perfectly aligned with his principles.

A heart-shaking dragon roar suddenly tore through the night sky!

When the students of Kassel College looked up, they saw the projection of the icy sea scroll appear atop the bronze tree, and silvery liquid seeped from the yellowed parchment, forming a new prophecy:

"When the one bathed in dragon's blood becomes the vessel, the throne will welcome a new twin."

Lu Mingfei, curled up on the hospital bed in the infirmary, suddenly began to convulse.

On his skin surface, patterns reminiscent of the bronze tree appeared, and those remaining vine-like blood vessels were injecting some kind of silvery substance into his heart.

When Chu Zihang lifted the boy's hospital gown, he discovered an ice crystal die embedded in the boy's chest. This ice crystal die was the prop that the little devil had deliberately left in Lu Mingfei's black suit pocket when they were at the aunts' house in the Dragon Kingdom.

“It has begun.” Jormungandr leaned against the window, the moonlight casting her shadow in the shape of an ouroboros. “The Dragon King’s twins will inevitably reunite; it is an inescapable destiny.”

A sudden roar came from inside the underground ice cellar.

Masashi Tomiyama's white lab coat was blown away by the blast wave, revealing his full-back chain tattoo. He glanced at Chu Zihang, then expelled the air from the syringe.

The vine-like veins on Lu Mingfei's body resonated with the roots of the bronze tree.

When Masashi Tomiyama injected the seventh sedative into Lu Mingfei's vein, the boy suddenly opened his eyes, his golden pupils reflecting the glow of the Bronze City murals.

“Brother,” Lu Mingfei’s voice held a dual tone, “We will never fall!”

The Kassel College began to tilt in the torrential rain, and the flame on the kerosene lamp held by Vice Principal Flamel flickered before suddenly going out!

Word of Power and Commandment, lifted!

When Vice Principal Flamel witnessed this scene, his face turned deathly pale. There were quite a few students at Kassel College who possessed high-risk Word of Power, and if they lost control, the consequences would be unimaginable!

Flamel: "It's over. Every student is a ticking time bomb! Word of Power: Commandments!"

Flamel did not activate the Domain of Words of Power and Discipline again, as if he were restricted. He looked in the direction of Valhalla, "Who is suppressing my Words of Power? The Dragon King?"

The students of Kassel College were all feeling a call from their bloodline.

Everyone's golden eyes lit up involuntarily!

Countless buildings collapsed toward the bronze tree, and the bricks and rubble formed gray dragon patterns in the air.

When the first granite block struck the clock tower, everyone heard a dragon's roar—like the sound from the phonograph during the 3E exam, yet slightly different from the Word of Power: Emperor.

Angers' folding knife suddenly slipped from his hand and nearly fell to the ground.

He saw his shadow twisting on the ground, transforming into Li Wuyue standing with her sword in hand.

The students who had been healed by the bronze tree suddenly knelt down, and the phantom of ice crystal dice appeared in their pupils.

Those who receive the king's favor will surely bow down and submit.

Inside the dormitory.

Fenrir, who was watching cartoons on his tablet, suddenly had his pair of dazzling golden eyes light up.

Fenrir, who was usually dull-witted, actually put down his tablet and snacks and turned to look at the window.

Those golden eyes, as bright as the sun, shone brilliantly against the glass.

"Is this the end?" Fenrir murmured, gazing out the window. "When the twins, consumed by hatred, meet again, power and strength will inevitably merge, and one will surely be devoured by the other."

After murmuring this, Fenrir remembered his sister Jormungandr's pretty and lovely face, and a faint sadness flashed in his eyes. "Sister, don't worry..."

Hall of Valor.

Ye Jingchen suddenly stretched out his right hand and pressed it on Angers' forehead!

Angers' eyes widened. "Ye Jingchen, what are you going to do?"

Ye Jingchen took out the Seven Deadly Sins sword case with his left hand and placed it on the ground with a "thud"!

"Crime and Punishment, the Realm Unfolds!"

Pride, Wrath, Sloth, Lust, and Gluttony—the five alchemical weapons—flew out of the sword case, while Greed and Envy rose up from the ground and charged forward!

A golden alchemical domain instantly unfolded, enveloping Hilbert Jean Angers!

"Principal Angers, take a deep breath, dizziness is normal!"

Angers: "..."