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

Above the high wall, the ashes from the fire drifted down onto the unseeing, grey-blue eyes.

The dull, sapphire-blue eyes reflected the countless savage soldiers who were frantically pouring into the ivory-white hall.

Constantinople fell.

The Eastern Roman Empire thus came to an end.

—From *Dragon Raja: Earth and Mountains, Jormungandr, The Scourge of God: Essays*

"Sister, is it really okay for us to be hiding here and slacking off like this?" Fenrir said, holding fried chicken in one hand and a can of cola in the other, letting out a burp.

Jormungandr picked up a French fry, dipped it in ketchup on the parchment paper, and took a small bite.

She looked out at the street through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the fried chicken and burger shop. Rome during the day wasn't as bustling as advertised; in developed cities, the streets are usually quiet during the day with few pedestrians.

The pace of life here is very fast. In the fried chicken and burger shop where Jormungandr and Fenrir are located, there are no other customers sitting here eating.

But business is booming. Most customers walk in, grab their orders, and leave, while a small number are delivery drivers.

Jormungandr chewed on the fries, the fresh fries mixed with additive-free ketchup, creating an incredibly amazing taste. "Brother, we're not being lazy here."

Fenrir looked at his slightly protruding belly, then looked up at Jormungandr, scratched his head, and said, "Huh? This isn't considered slacking off? I have a feeling that Norton's side is probably already finished and calling it a day."

“How can my brother and I compare to Norton?” Jormungandr was furious when she heard this. She finished her fries in one bite, sucked her fingers, and puffed out her cheeks. “Norton and Constantine have two dragon servants from Bronze City, as well as one hundred and twenty ancient dragons given to them by Ye Jingchen. It’s normal for them to be more efficient than us.”

“It’s normal that Norton is faster than me… We don’t have dragon servants… We Nibelungs can’t carry them like their Bronze Citadel…” Fenrir’s brain was racing.

White smoke was faintly rising from the gaps in his short, black hair. The CPU had burned out. He quickly gulped down a large mouthful of iced cola. "Never mind, sis, you're smarter than me. I'll listen to you."

Xia Mi glanced at Fenrir and reached out to fan away the white smoke rising from his head. "Brother, don't overthink it. This is the most correct thing you've said all day."

As soon as Xia Mi finished speaking, her pupils shrank instantly. She sensed that someone was releasing bioelectric waves through bloodlines, sensing her and Fenrir's presence!

Xia Mi: "Brother, be careful, someone is trying to find us!"

Fenrir nodded, swallowed the fried chicken leg bone and all, licked his lips, slammed his hand on the table, and stood up. "Understood, anytime, anywhere..."

"Blue blossoms on the branches lead to the cause and effect of the giant tree." — Seimei Abe.

"When you gaze into the abyss, the abyss also gazes into you."

"Word of Power: Bloodline Binding!"

This incantation allows the user to see crimson lines emanating from dragon-like creatures, and by following these lines, they can find their target. From the user's perspective, the source of these crimson lines is the target's heart.

When using this incantation, the user's mind is open and undefended, making it easy for enemies to deduce their location. Hybrids are absolutely forbidden from using this incantation on the Dragon King.

"Word of Power: Bloodline Binding!" Jormungandr also used this Word of Power, and she instantly looked at the blood-red lines that filled the air.

She then took out her pink wallet and placed it in front of Fenrir. "Brother, go pay for the fried chicken and burgers. I'll go see what's going on!"

“Okay, then be careful, little sister.” Fenrir carefully picked up Jormungandr’s wallet, opened it and looked inside, counting the large bills. He rarely had the chance to touch banknotes. Most of the time, Xia Mi would give him a few coins to buy a few cans of drinks from the vending machine, mainly because she was worried that he would lose the money.

Jormungandr vanished from her spot in an instant, following the crimson lines to explore the other side. The phantom of the Midgard Serpent appeared behind her, as if this giant serpent of the mortal world was about to erupt and unleash a monstrous storm!

Jormungandr moved forward, noticing something unusual about the person opposite him, and murmured:

"After I activated the Word of Power: Bloodline Binding, the opponent didn't suffer any backlash! In fact, they're still continuing to activate this Word of Power. It seems their combat strength and bloodline are not to be underestimated! If my current combat strength is 3,000, then the opponent is probably at least 1500. I still can't be careless!"

Jormungandr kept reminding herself, silently activating her dragon form, activating the dragon bones within her body, and casting Alchemy: Conceptual Armament. Granite-colored arm armor began to appear on her right arm, instantly covering her entire arm.

"Wait, why does this aura feel so familiar?" The closer Jormungandr got to the other party, the more she felt something was wrong. She unconsciously slowed down her pace. She was always a cautious dragon king.

For some reason, the glass door outside the fried chicken shop's corridor kept making a tinkling sound.

The granite-colored arm armor of Jormungandr gleamed with a cool hue under the fluorescent lights.

She looked at the three figures, pushed open the shop door, and felt that the three people looked very familiar.

Jormungandr rubbed his eyes and looked over carefully. "Holy crap, Boss, Li Wuyue, Chen Motong, why are they all here? Is Dragon Kingdom over already?"

At this moment, the hem of Li Wuyue's gray trench coat was still stained with some sea salt; she hadn't had time to change her clothes.

Chen Motong was playing with a bronze compass. Ever since she discovered that modern firearms bullets were not easy to penetrate the scales of dragon-blooded creatures, she has now developed a genuine love for alchemical artifacts, such as alchemical crossbows and alchemical daggers.

Combined with all her achievements in alchemy and space creation, she was able to achieve unexpected results in many situations. However, Chen Motong was relatively low-key and did not show off in front of Ye Jingchen and the Dragon Kings.

Of course, such trivial skills are not enough for them to appreciate.

"This bronze compass is still a bit lacking. Once it gets near a dragon-blooded creature with a higher bloodline, the compass will become disordered and keep spinning," Chen Motong complained, silently stuffing the bronze compass into his beige shoulder bag.

"It's alright, the Word of Power: Bloodline Binding can provide us with clues quickly." Li Wuyue said, then suddenly turned her head to look around the corner, "Look, we found it!"

As soon as Li Wuyue said this, Jormungandr knew that he had been discovered.

It's difficult for Dragon Kings to hide things from each other. Right now, Teacher Daye's strength is roughly equal to Li Wuyue's.

She wasn't afraid of Li Wuyue; the only person she feared present was Ye Jingchen. Her inner monologue went something like this: "The boss probably hasn't noticed I'm slacking off yet. I'll just make something up first. Hmm, I'll say my brother and I are investigating these mixed-race forces within the Roman Catholic Church. Hopefully, I can get away with it..."

"Here to inspect our work?" Jormungandr asked, feigning composure, her fingertips tapping sparks from her granite armor. "Let me make this clear: the mixed-race people of the Vatican are far more troublesome than those old fogies from the Zhou family. My brother and I have been practically walking through blood and fire these past few days."

In reality, they frequented various restaurants.

"So far, what level are the hybrids you've encountered roughly?" Ye Jingchen strode towards Jormungandr.

"Hmm..." Faced with Ye Jingchen's question, Jormungandr couldn't help but show a hint of panic. "The main levels are mostly A-level hybrids... well, and many are S-level, yes, definitely S-level, and they act very ruthlessly and decisively..."

As Jormungandr imagined the Roman Catholic Church's mixed-blood forces that she had never encountered, she described them, almost using Ye Jingchen as a model to describe those Roman Catholic Church mixed-bloods she had never met.

Ye Jingchen did not stop; he walked into the shop.

At the cashier, Fenrir, who was supposed to be paying, started ordering food again.

He turned his head and saw Ye Jingchen and the others, his big eyes darting around in their sockets.

I saw.

Fenrir trotted over from the cashier, carrying a tray, a napkin waving in front of his chest like a surrender flag: "Mr. Ye, would you like some fried chicken? Freshly fried, spicy flavor, it smells amazing!"

"I'm not eating anymore, Xia Datu. You two siblings have worked hard these past two days!" Ye Jingchen suddenly grabbed Fenrir's wrist, looking at his companion with a look of sympathy.

Three glasses of cola were on the plate, their foam constantly bursting in the glass, with small square ice cubes bobbing up and down in the dark brown liquid.

Fenrir scratched his head. "Oh? It must have been tough, but it was alright. My sister and I have mainly been indulging in all sorts of delicious food these past few days..."

Before Fenrir could finish speaking, Jormungandr quickly covered his mouth with his hand and looked at Ye Jingchen with a smile, "My brother is full and didn't speak clearly. There is a half-breed in Rome called Gourmet, who is a cold-blooded and crazy executioner."

“My brother means we should be careful of this half-breed. Right, brother?!” Jormungandr gave Fenrir a threatening look.

"Ah, yes, yes, yes!" Fenrir perhaps understood Jormungandr's meaning and nodded blankly twice.

He was a dragon king who lacked social skills, but he wasn't like that before his brain was damaged.

Ye Jingchen suddenly realized something was wrong and raised his hand to interrupt, "Wait, haven't you two deactivated the Word of Power: Bloodline Binding yet?"

The activation of the two Dragon Kings' "Word of Power: Bloodline Binding" created a blood-red boundary of Dragon King-level pressure centered on the fried chicken and hamburger shop, covering an area of ​​a thousand miles.

The mixed-race individuals in this field unconsciously entered a berserk state.

Theoretically, these hybrids should have submitted to the Dragon King first, but at such close range, the interaction of the bloodlines of the two Dragon Kings caused these low-bloodline hybrids to lose their minds in an instant!

"Ah!" A scream came from outside the street.

Li Wuyue bent down and sniffed the bloody scent in the air. "Hmm... it's the blood of Norton's rage, which is the source of his bloodline."

The compass needle inside Chen Motong's handbag spun wildly, eventually pointing southwest to St. Peter's Basilica. Three hours earlier, the mixed-race members of the Vatican had appeared at the bottom of the Tiber River, where the College of Cardinals was holding a séance.

Jormungandr's granite armor suddenly receded, revealing a dancing ouroboros tattoo on his forearm:

"I'm shutting down the Bloodline Bond now."

The street suddenly shook violently.

Fenrir hurriedly steadied the tilted vending machine, and the canned coffee in the glass display case bounced around like marbles.

Through the flying napkins, everyone saw twelve mechanical pillars rising from the direction of the Tiber River, each topped with a crown of thorns formed from alchemical flames.

"The St. George Dragon-Slaying Formation." Jormungandr's long hair moved without wind, his eyes seemingly filled with memories. "The Papacy has actually revived medieval dragon-slaying alchemy."

Ye Jingchen suddenly shoved half a spicy chicken wing into Jormungandr's hand: "What, have you faced this before?"

Jormungandr: "Yes, when we swept through, we were blocked by this thing."

Ye Jingchen: "I couldn't stop you before, and I believe it will be the same now. Go and teach the cardinals a physics lesson."

"Physics class?" Fenrir asked, licking the hot sauce off his fingertips in confusion.

"It's about teaching them the truth about gravity, what the real power of the earth and mountains is." Ye Jingchen kicked open the twisted and deformed shop door.

At the end of the street, three hundred silver-armored Templar Knights were advancing in formation, the inverted crosses engraved on their breastplates glowing blood-red in the twilight.

This unusual lineage immediately caught the attention of the Vatican.

Jormungandr's granite armor was once again covering his entire body, this time even the tips of his hair were covered in basalt crystals.

She shattered the paving stones and soared into the air, the phantom of the mortal serpent stretching its body behind her: "Brother, do you still remember the fireworks show in Constantinople?"

Fenrir's pupils suddenly contracted into vertical slits.

The roar of the Byzantine city walls collapsing two thousand years ago seemed to awaken in his blood, and he spread his arms and let out a dragon's roar, causing the foundation of the entire street to undulate in waves.

The vending machine rose from the ground, its head covered in rock spikes, and slammed into the knights' formation.

"Word of Power: Earth's Roar!" Fenrir grinned and assumed the starting stance, when suddenly a hundred-meter-deep ditch cracked open in the asphalt road beneath his feet.

Three Templar Knights who couldn't retreat in time fell into the crevice, their screams swallowed by the surging spikes.

High ground, low ground, mowing the grass, that's all.

Chen Motong's compass suddenly emitted a blue light.

She flipped and leaped onto the church dome, where she saw the white robes of the cardinals swaying behind the stained glass windows, and the crystal chandeliers reflecting the bronze veins throbbing on their necks, just like those on Zhuge Riyue's body.

Chen Motong murmured, "Another one of Odin's puppets?"

"It should be right, he likes to use these kinds of methods." Li Wuyue flapped her wings and swept over the spire, her Eye of the Wind King shattering the twelve rose windows.

She swooped down amidst a shower of stained glass, her bone claws piercing the chest of the eldest bishop, but the heart she pulled out was a beating alchemical core.

Ye Jingchen, who was originally stationary, suddenly drew out the Arrogance Eight Directions Sword from the Seven Deadly Sins sword box.

It instantly transformed into a five-meter-long dragon, sweeping away twelve mechanical pillars with a single sword strike!

Upon witnessing this, the Knights Templar commander immediately turned his horse around and fled, nearly crushing the pager in the process.

"Oh, Imer, I'm going to kick your big ass! Didn't you say there were only two insignificant half-breeds here?"

"What? You're telling me now that a second consultation costs extra!"

"You greedy crab, you're a money-grubbing parasite! God will punish you..."