Stepping through the torii gate and passing through the ancient dragon city that remained on the seabed of the God's Burial Ground, the Trieste seemed to have traveled through time. After entering a layer of barrier, the sea water completely receded and the submersible entered a piece of land.

The earth is vast and boundless, and the space is filled with the five dead elements. These killed elements float and settle in the Nibelung, and from time to time, they burst into flames of fantasy.

There was pure black flame above the sky, and the surroundings were paved with fantastical miracles. Distorted words seemed like a dragon chanting poems.

Mortals once recorded myths. In the temples and sacred mountains where the gods lived, strange and incomprehensible creations stood in those ancient temples.

Mythology is a reflection of history. Many mythological stories that our ancestors once enjoyed originated from this and were derived from things born from alchemy.

The hatch of the Trieste slowly opened, and Ange and Uesugi Yue walked out slowly.

At the gate, Angers saw an old friend.

Friedrich von Roon, one of the original members of the Lionheart Society.

In China, he used the alias Lin Fenglong and was the owner of the "Fenglongtang" antique shop in Beijing's Liulichang.

But that was in the past. Thanks to the dragon blood detection device developed by the Nan Tianmen department, after a large-scale search, Lin Fenglong left Beijing and came to Nibelungen, Japan.

"I've been looking for you for many years." Angé's eyes showed no joy or sadness.

The traitor he had been looking for finally appeared in front of him, and the lion fire in his heart burned fiercely.

When the Summer Mourning incident broke out, the Angers conducted a systematic investigation of the remaining clues and determined that it was Lin Fenglong who sent the weapon to Kassel College.

Menech was not such a casual person. He confirmed the goods after seeing Friedrich von Roon's signature on the box and a special seal with the secret party's silver finger. It was impossible for the goods that were not confirmed to be sent to the secret party's base - Kassel Manor.

"It's been a long time since we last met. When I think about the time, a hundred years have passed." Lin Fenglong spoke casually, looking at Angé nonchalantly as he prepared to chop him to death with a knife.

His golden eyes lit up, and the oppression from the dragon was revealed in his red-gold pupils.

"You still hate what happened back then." Lin Fenglong looked at Angé, turned his head to glance at Uesugi Yue, crossed his hands, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly.

"I killed the first generation of Lionheart Society members for some compelling reasons, but you still hold a grudge against me and have been searching for me for decades."

“How can I put it, even though Meinecke von Cassel, Lu Shanyan, Jiri Tashia (Ghost), Brendan Kalu Akinta (Chief), Jamal Vijay Sah (Tiger), Arnold van Vlamend (Ashes) are all dead, you can totally ignore it, right?

Anyway, these people will die when the Supreme awakens, so what is the difference between now and the past?"

"Yeah, me too. We're all waiting for the countdown, so why can't we make small, insignificant sacrifices for the sake of the plan?"

Ange closed his eyes, and the mountains of corpses and seas of blood that he saw that year seemed to reappear in his mind.

Kassel Academy, a burning ruin. In this battlefield between humans and dragons, there are no winners, only dead souls. The first president of the Lionheart Society, Meneck von Kassel, died on the battlefield.

Word spirit, time zero.

Reality was stretched out, and the world's time was forcibly paused for a moment.

The blood burst out for the fourth time, the lion's flame burned, and Angé swung a knife at Lin Fenglong.

The folding knife tore through the air, and the surroundings were so quiet that nothing was left. In the extremely fast realm of time zero, no one could react to what was happening.

"It's faster than before, but unfortunately, this is still the domain of hybrids."

Uesugi Yue looked ahead with a serious look in his eyes.

Ange's time zero was forcibly offset by the enemy, and his words lost their effect at this moment. The folding knife he swung was caught by Lin Fenglong.

The sharp cold light seemed to cut through everything, but the hand wrapped in black iron dragon scales held it tightly in its hand.

The next moment, Ange was kicked away by Lin Fenglong.

This was pure power that could crush the fourth degree of blood burst. Even if Angers reacted instantly and offset 80% of the power by changing his palms, he was still knocked back.

The release of the Word Spirit, the boiling of the elements, the start of creation.

At this moment, in Nibelungen, Ange and Uesugi Yue both felt something unknown falling on them. The Word Spirit was banned at this moment and could no longer be used.

"Oh." Lin Fenglong shook his head.

He looked at Angers, and his thoughts seemed to go back to the year 1900.

Why did I betray the Lionheart Society at that time?

Oh, it’s because the mythical kings of China appeared before them and chose to surrender.

Death and survival, this is the unchanging theme.

Even the high-ranking mixed-bloods and the powerful young geniuses would retreat because of death.

Lin Fenglong chose to live. He betrayed the first generation of the Lionheart Society, causing the first group wipeout of Kassel Academy and severe damage to the secret party.

But also for this reason, he has now completed the sublimation from a hybrid to a perfect creature.

He completely bid farewell to the so-called human realm and the limits of hybrids, and achieved the status of a hybrid king in a certain sense.

"Ange, you are actually more talented than me. You have survived certain death and achieved the miracle of resurrection. If you are willing to let go of these unimportant feelings, then you can join us and become..."

"Are you done?" Ange shook his wrist.

He looked at Lin Fenglong with great disdain.

You are a traitor no matter what.

"I have not betrayed the Secret Party. The Secret Party was born out of loyalty to God. My choice is no different from what you have done in the past hundred years."

"I just want to kill you."

Ange had no other ideas. For nearly a hundred years, he had only one goal - revenge.

At this time, Shangshan Yue stared at Lin Fenglong and said, "Charlotte Chen is the destiny you created."

Lin Fenglong waved his hand casually: "The fate we made up? It's possible. I don't know how many people with the surname Chen I have plotted against."

He did not deny it, but this attitude made Uesugi Yue understand what kind of person he was!

Rather than admitting that he was responsible for this phenomenon and killed a woman named Charlotte Chen, it would be better to understand that he was too lazy to think about what bad things he had done in the past hundred years and whether this person was among them.

Random and perfunctory reasons and results.

This is the indifference and arrogance that comes from deep in the bones, and the way a dragon takes mortals for granted.

What does the number of human deaths mean when it comes to seeking supreme power?

Uesugi Yue seemed to hear Lin Fenglong asking him this question.

"You deserve to die." Uesugi Yue made a sound similar to the roar of an ancient dragon.

Lin Fenglong glanced at Angers and smoothed his hair.

"Angers."

"clear."

The tacit understanding between the two was played out at this moment. Uesugi Yue rushed towards Lin Fenglong with fiery eyes. This anger was enough to burn others to death, or burn himself to death.

Ange did the same, holding the folding knife in his hand, and swung a fatal blow at Lin Fenglong.

Swords and swords danced wildly, and monsters fought each other. (End of this chapter)