Anime: Blue-Eyes Baby Dragon, picked up by the Knight King

But Morgan could understand this feeling and even empathize with it.

"It wasn't the world that betrayed me."

"But I betrayed the world."

Everything has a first come, a last served order - and when the emperor's wishes go against the direction of the world's development, the so-called "betrayal" occurs.

For the emperor, the terrible assassination could even be considered a kind of "relief" - it freed him from the eternal loneliness of the throne and gave him a real chance to experience what "ordinary happiness" was.

——Note, this is the thought of the Black Emperor's [Soul].

However, its body, or rather the resentment and anger that resided within it, did not dissipate with his death.

The terrifying holy spear pierced its chest, and the immense pain it had suffered in life still remained within this powerful body—along with the pain, the ever-increasing power that resided within this body also remained.

What? You say it's dead and can't possibly have the strength to stay?

joke.

——Even a zero-generation species as incomplete as the White King can leave behind the [White King Holy Remains] with its own power after death, not to mention the Black Emperor, the ultimate creature in the true sense. The realm he has reached can no longer be simply measured by "life and death".

Just like its current posture - the wings burning with angry flames, it is not just a physical attack

Underworld.

Xia Mi, who was originally confronting Constantin and trying to extract some useful information from him, looked at the darkness that even covered her breath of death with a shocked and even confused expression.

She couldn't believe what was happening before her eyes.

In this world, there are actually things that can transcend life and death.

"This is……"

"chaos???"

"It wants to return the world to chaos?"

Chapter 282: The Witch Only Brings Misfortune

Let the world return to chaos and re-refine the earth, fire, water and wind.

——It sounds like a very old-fashioned plot.

In the endless stream of villain bosses in various works, villains with such ideals are not even ranked - because this only proves that they have the powerful ability to change the world, but they chose the simplest, crudest, and most "broken jar" path.

Only those who are complete losers would think of destroying the world, and only those who are not recognized in all aspects would think of rebuilding everything in this world.

If He cannot get what He wants from this world, then He might as well create a world that suits His own wishes - which is pretty much what it is now.

And now.

As the "resurrected" emperor fully unfolded its body, hundreds of millions of tons of ice spread out along with the darkness that could devour all light, forming a terrifying blizzard in the pitch-black eternal night.

It was like grains of flying sand, falling from the sky, hitting Lu Mingfei's face and the ground of Helheim.

"Sister, it's cold..."

Fenrir subconsciously curled up and expressed his fear of the terrible ice and snow.

If she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, even Xia Mi, the God of Death, would have found it hard to believe. In this world, there really is something colder than "death"!

However, before Xia Mi could do anything.

"boom--"

Suddenly, a stream of orange-red flames emerged from not far from her. Burning fiercely, their warm glow spread across the entire underworld in just a few seconds.

It's Constantine.

The Fire King, who had just been completely distrustful of Xia Mi and refused to cooperate despite her sweet words, immediately cast aside his prejudice against Jörmungandr after sensing the Black Emperor's resurrected aura. Facing the Emperor who seemed to want to re-refine earth, fire, water, and wind, Xia Mi, who had rebelled and become a "Dragon Traitor," seemed to have only a minor moral flaw, but it was nothing serious.

"I can't hold on for much longer."

Constantine looked grim as he struggled to resist the chill that seemed to be able to wipe out even death.

Xia Mi knew what he meant.

As the twin who controls "force" among the Fire Kings, although he possesses great strength, he cannot fully exert his strength when fighting alone.

【Norton】.

Only by finding the king among the four who is the most powerful and whose personality is most like that of the Black Emperor Nighold can this terrible disaster be prevented.

"Then try to hold off as long as you can."

Xia Mi didn't ask stupid questions like "Where is Norton?"

At the same time, she was more willing to believe that when the emperor appeared in this world again, those undercurrents hidden in the dark and ready to move would eventually come to the surface when the tide receded.

The first generation, the second generation, the mixed-race, and ordinary people.

Living people, dead people, and half-dead people.

Good guys, bad guys, neither good nor bad.

In that moment, they cast aside all their previous prejudices and worked together to face the common crisis.

"So, this is actually your real purpose?"

Xia Mi raised her head and looked up at the lofty figure of the "emperor".

Use a common enemy to bring this planet, which has long been torn apart, back together.

--is that so?

……

Xia Mi thought about it.

Or maybe this is actually a mistake that smart people always make.

Give a very simple thing a very complex meaning.

Although judging from the results, this "meaning" seems to be correct.

But from the very beginning, from Morgan's own thoughts... she doesn't have Shirataki's "kindness" to clean up the mess of this planet.

She just does what she wants to do and what she should do.

——It was just that when she did these things, she “happened” to bring a terrible disaster to the world.

But isn't this a matter of course?

She is a witch, so it is natural for her to bring bad luck.

Even the so-called magic potion was never a miracle that could cure diseases and save lives - the source of all magic potions in the world was the terrible poison brewed by the witch Medea in a cauldron in Greek mythology to kill her husband's new love and two children.

Therefore, getting along with a witch is a very scary thing.

Even if the witch herself has no intention of harming anyone - but due to her chaotic nature, she often can't help but, or consciously, bring "trouble" to the person closest to her.

Like now.

If Morgan told the world that her purpose of resurrecting the Black Emperor was simply to fulfill a little girl's dream of "becoming Ultraman" and to fulfill another slightly older girl's wish of "wanting to save the world again."

No one will believe that.

——Even the two parties involved would never believe it.

But now, something that sounds outrageous actually happened.

From the Alps to the western Pacific, the Emperor's wings obscured the entire world. Stretching from the North Pole to the Equator, wherever its shadow reached, the seas froze and the atmosphere froze. The veins in its wings, like winding galaxies, flowed with a dark substance not of this world. Whenever it stirred, a terrifying hurricane mingled with countless ice and snow, sweeping across the entire northern hemisphere.

In the dark world, it was as if the mute button was pressed.

Not even the whistling sound of ice and snow could be heard.

At this moment, the only sound allowed to ring in this world is the emperor's heartbeat.

The heartbeat sounded like a war drum.

Close, close, getting closer.

In the infinite darkness, the Black Emperor has seen the tower shining on the isolated island - Tokyo Tower. This "world's tallest tower" with a height of 634 meters is just a toy to it now, and it can be pushed down with a light wave.

But the emperor did not do that, but stopped in front of the tower.

And on top of that tower, those who could already be called "heroes" were fully prepared, ready to welcome the emperor's "arrival" at any time.

Chapter 283: Audience

Tokyo.

Darkness is spreading.

The Emperor's wings fell, like the night itself being torn apart, covering the entire city. Ice and snow condensed under his breath and melted under his gaze, as if even time had become fragile under his will.

He didn't look at anyone, yet he seemed to be looking down on everyone.

——Because He doesn’t need to see.

This world is His territory, and all things are His subjects.

"When I return, all the traitors will be dead."

His voice is not a sound, but a vibration of order, the wail of the world.

The earth was cracking, the ocean was boiling, the sky was burning, and the wind—the wind had long since died, leaving only a cold vacuum, devouring any life that tried to escape.

Tokyo Tower is shaking.

The steel skeleton groaned under the weight of the blizzard, as if it would be crushed by the darkness at any moment. Yuan Zhisheng stood at the edge of the observation deck, the scabbard of the Spider-Slash blade embedded deep in the ground, supporting his shaky body. His pupils shrank to a line, their golden eyes burning in the eternal night, but unable to illuminate the all-consuming darkness before him.

"Eri..." he called softly, his voice cut off by the whistling ice and snow.

Eiry also raised her head and looked at the darkness that was constantly surging.

——She no longer had the excitement she had at the beginning.

Only then did she realize the weight of so-called "justice." And how "Ultraman" could never be called a hero simply for defeating monsters. Disasters were terrible, and had been terrible from the very beginning. Even defeating a disaster didn't mean the damage could be reversed, just like the famous line from Ultraman Mebius.

"Look at you, what have you been protecting?!"

And it was at this moment that she truly understood Yuan Zhisheng's ideal and why he just hid in his puddle to bask in the sun.

"For Ultraman, the happiest thing is never to fight monsters - but to have no monsters in this world."

Gen Chisheng held the Spider Cut in his hand, facing the enemy in the sky that seemed to have merged with the entire world. He raised the sword in his hand in vain and took a defensive posture.

Can it be defended?

Yuan Zhisheng didn't know either.

He only knew that he was one of the Snake Eight Clan... no, now it could be said that he was the emperor of the entire Japan.

At this moment, he must shoulder the responsibility that he should bear - if someone is destined to die, then the first person to die must be him.

or……

"No one will die."

“Mashu——”

The courageous voice was like a beam of dazzling light piercing the darkness.

And above the sky, higher than the Tokyo Tower, purple stars rose slowly, heading straight for the angry king in the sky.

"understand!"

The girl's voice rang out amidst the chaotic snowstorm.

She really "understands" what she should do.

This is our hometown...

In the purple aurora, the shield-wielding girl faced the darkness that seemed to be able to annihilate everything. A sacred power that could even transcend the realms of life and death emerged on the shield, blocking the terrifying blizzard directly from the front and tearing a crack in the emperor's dark domain.

That’s…Eri’s eyes widened.

Genshisei's Spider-Slash suddenly emanated a resonant ringing sound. The dark red grooves on the blade lit up, like a spring suddenly gushing from a dry riverbed. He recognized this power—not the power of words, not alchemy, but something far older, a primal light belonging to humanity.