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

The night was pitch black, with a bright moon and few stars.

Odin, riding his eight-legged steed, concluded the chanting of the dragon's lament.

A snowflake, as light as a goose feather, drifted down and landed in front of Odin's pupils, which were flickering with ghostly blue flames.

Odin raised his hand, and snowflakes fell onto the shroud in his palm. He breathed a sigh of relief. "It's snowing, Nidhogg. Farewell."

Odin pulled on the reins of his eight-legged steed and rode toward Uesugi Kotetsu and Genjiro. He noticed two causal lines radiating a special light on the father and son.

One of the causal lines is silvery-white, belonging exclusively to the White Emperor.

Another, even more dazzling causal thread was golden. Odin didn't know whose causal thread it belonged to. His mastery of the Word of Cause and Effect was not as refined as Nidhogg's, which allowed him to directly find the end of the causal thread.

Nidhogg could see that at the end of the golden causal line was Ye Jingchen, and a fragment of Nidhogg at that.

Facing Odin, who had just defeated the Supreme Being, his eyes, gleaming with ghostly blue flames, scrutinized him.

Genjiro's heart pounded as if struck by a hammer, his eyes fixed on Gungnir in Odin's hand—the very spear of fate that had just pierced the Black Emperor's heart!

Uesugi Yue was much calmer. When he charged at the defective Nidhogg with his ancient sword, he had no intention of surviving. Being able to live a little longer and witness the spectacular scene of Odin defeating the defective Nidhogg was already a bonus.

"The damned Word of Power: Commandment, similar to that damned vice principal of Kassel College, seems to have disappeared with the defeat of the Black Emperor." Uesugi Yue was secretly recovering his strength, sensing the elemental power around him. "In a moment, I will activate Word of Power: Black Sun, take my sword and go cut him down. You find a chance to escape."

“No, Father, I will go with you.” Genji shook his head and refused. He gripped the Spider Cutter tightly, feeling his body. “I can probably unleash the Word of Power: Royal Authority at full power once more. Father, you only have one chance.”

Uesugi Koshifuki brushed the snowflakes off his lips. "Alright, one sword it is."

The father and son watched Odin intently, gripping their weapons tightly, ready to fight as Odin entered the domain covered by Genjiro's Word of Power: Royal Authority.

Odin suddenly pulled on the reins, reining in the eight-legged steed!

"Damn it!" Genji gripped the Dojigiri tightly. "He hasn't even entered the realm of my royal authority yet!"

Upon hearing this, Uesugi Koshi's face darkened; plans never keep up with changes.

At this distance, Odin was already able to touch the causal threads connecting Genjiro and Uesugi Kotetsu.

He raised his hand and lightly touched the golden causal lines on Genji's body, but it was as if he had touched an invisible wall, and his palm was instantly repelled!

Odin asked in confusion, "Why is that?"

He stubbornly reached out to the causal threads on Uesugi Kotsugi's body, but with a hum, his hand was once again repelled!

Odin glanced indifferently at Uesugi Kotetsu and Genjiro, then turned and rode away on his eight-legged steed.

In Nibelungen, on the Dragon Kingdom's viaduct, there is someone Odin is waiting for.

He did not touch the silver-white causal line belonging to the White Emperor. After all, as long as the Black Emperor was there, all the Dragon Kings were allies. Even if they were not allies who shared the same hatred and were of one mind, they were still traitors who had rebelled together.

Odin left just like that, even though he still had many questions about the East.

The story of the Black Emperor's return has finally come to an end with Odin's departure.

Only the dilapidated asphalt runway of Tokyo Airport, the overturned plane, the trees broken by the wind, and Genjiro and Uesugi Koshi became witnesses to this story.

Throughout Japan, the mixed-race people who were originally kneeling on the ground in front of Tokyo Airport, paying homage to the defective Nidhogg, were now a thing of the past.

As the damaged Nidhogg's heart was pierced once more and he left the world, their gazes gradually cleared, and they stood up from the ground.

The first to stand up were the members of the Snake Clan who surrounded the Dongying Airport and were positioned around the cordon.

The urge to kneel and worship in the minds of mixed-race people around the world has also dissipated.

Yuan Zhisheng opened his palm and grasped a snowflake. The six-pointed star of ice crystal was reflected in his searchlight-like golden eyes.

Uesugi Kotsugu hung the ancient sword and katana at his waist, patted Genjiro on the shoulder, and said, "Let's go, boss, we should go find the second brother."

"Mm." Genji nodded.

The father and son, both dressed in black trench coats, silently left Tokyo Airport, each with a new concept in their hearts.

"Your Majesty, before the true Dragon King, you are nothing."

Kassel Academy.

The roof of the equipment department.

Principal Angers, who was about to board the helicopter to head to Japan, felt the oppressive aura emanating from the Black Emperor disappear.

He paused for a moment, then took a puff of his cigar.

"Did they hide?" Angers shook his head, dismissing the idea. "The Black Emperor wouldn't stoop to such a thing. Was it the imps who handled it? Or Odin?"

Beautiful Country, Los Santos.

Sitting in front of the computer, playing StarCraft, Old Tang had a fleeting, almost imperceptible sadness in his eyes.

Dragon Kingdom, King of the Land and Mountains, Nibelungen.

Xia Mi, who was feeding Erifin potato chips, paused for a moment. She touched the scales on Erifin's forehead. "Little brother, can you feel it?"

"Mmm, delicious." Erifen chewed on a potato chip, her voice somewhat low. "Sister, He has disappeared."

Xia Mi patted Erifen's chubby head and pursed her lips, "It's good that He disappeared. If He doesn't disappear, it's us who will."

In the deep Arctic Ocean.

Leviathan sensed the disappearance of the supreme aura and, using its massive whale-like body, began to dance a unique dragon dance in the deep sea in celebration.

In Longguo, at Shilan Middle School, in a nearby internet cafe.

Lu Mingfei was playing StarCraft with Lao Tang. He skillfully used the red dot to upgrade his base and was planning to send special mechanical troops to raid Lao Tang's base.

"elder brother."

Upon hearing the sound, Lu Mingfei quickly took off his headphones and turned to look at the little devil, Lu Mingze.

He was dressed in a black British gentleman's suit, with a pure white rose pinned to his left breast pocket. He looked sad, as if his most beloved toy had been snatched away by the neighbor's child.

Lu Mingfei clutched his head, ruffling his hair, and screamed, "You're coming back? Why do you have to keep bothering me? When will you stop?"

Lu Mingze exuded a pure aura that was somewhere between a boy and a girl. Hearing Lu Mingfei's complaints, he appeared even more melancholy. "Brother, do you hate me that much?"

Lu Mingfei shrugged and roared, pointing at the computer screen that was already black, "Is this a question of whether I hate you or not? I'm playing games with my friends! This is about my friends sending their regards to my family!"

"I was already completely bewildered when you inexplicably brought me to Tokyo Airport!"

"Whatever it is, let me finish this game first!"