Chapter 319: Myth and Destruction

Chapter 319: Myth and Destruction

The sudden turn of events caught everyone off guard. Before they could react, the eight-legged Pegasus, adorned with intricate carvings, stomped on the ground, shattering it with its ornate hooves, and took flight.

High above, Odin, the God-King, descended like a mythical being, his presence overwhelming and awe-inspiring. An oppressive force, not of physical might but of spiritual dominance, enveloped the area, leaving everyone with a chilling sensation as if they had fallen into an icy cave.

Fortunately, even the weakest among them, Old Dad, possessed a bloodline beyond that of a typical A-class, preventing them from succumbing to the God-King's grandeur.

Lu Ke took a step forward, and the invisible pressure dissipated instantly. He snapped his fingers, and yellow circles of light appeared, transporting the unsuspecting Serpent Clan executives to another location.

In the blink of an eye, Lu Ke appeared behind Odin, moving so swiftly that even this complete monarch couldn't keep up.

"I don't appreciate being looked down upon," Lu Ke said calmly.

He raised his hand, fingers extended and then clenched, and with a downward sweep, unleashed a terrifying force. Even without any special abilities, a being of such immense physical power could cause devastating destruction. The sheer force of his attack, swift as lightning, caused the ornate armor on Odin's body to dent and deform even before the physical impact.

A deafening roar shook the earth as dust and smoke billowed, and a second gaping wound tore through the ground. The once solemn and majestic new shrine of the Serpent Clan was reduced to rubble in an instant, becoming a pile of ruins.

Odin emerged from the smoke, his eight-legged Pegasus reduced to ashes by the attack. However, just before the blow struck, Odin accelerated, narrowly avoiding the deadly strike.

His remaining eye, now the sole witness to this battle, widened in shock. Odin raised his spear, Gungnir, aiming it at Lu Ke. This was a mythical weapon, a world-breaking bug, a weapon of inevitable cause and effect. When Gungnir was aimed, the target was as good as hit, and the act of throwing it was merely a formality.

Invisible white threads extended from the tip of Gungnir, reaching out to connect with Lu Ke's heart. Just as the threads made contact, a hand grasped the ethereal white strands, treating them as if they were living creatures!

Lu Ke had caught the threads!

Odin's gaze followed the hand, and he saw a calm-faced youth holding Gungnir, his arm trembling as he struggled to throw the spear. The shock in Odin's single eye was palpable.

Odin switched from throwing to thrusting, unleashing a barrage of rapid strikes. Countless golden meteors filled the night sky, creating a dazzling meteor shower, each one carrying a sacred, solemn, and ancient radiance.

"At your age, throwing things around is a sign of disrespect," Lu Ke remarked, shaking his head.

With a casual wave of his hand, a black box appeared out of thin air. The box opened automatically, revealing seven shimmering blades, each exuding a fierce aura and trembling with anticipation. These blades were created for a single purpose—to feast on the blood of their kin.

The Seven Deadly Sins!

The ultimate alchemical blades forged by Norton, the Bronze and Flame King, designed to slay their own kind!

Lu Ke's slender fingers caressed the blades, finally settling on the one named 'Lust'. He drew out the blade, resembling a Japanese wakizashi, and casually tossed it forward.

Whoosh!

'Lust' whipped up a cloud of dust, moving at an unparalleled speed. It collided with the golden streaks of light, effortlessly crushing them. In the blink of an eye, it reached Odin, clashing with the hastily raised Gungnir.

The sheer force of the blow, surpassing even the limits of a Dragon King, caused Odin's armor to shatter into pieces. His body, unable to withstand the impact, ruptured in multiple places, and the blood that gushed forth was instantly vaporized by the extreme heat, turning into a mist of blood.

A thunderous boom echoed as 'Lust' pinned Odin to the ground, creating a massive crater around his body.

It all happened in a matter of seconds.

Chu Zihan's face was contorted with rage, his veins popping out like a furious god. Caesar, still in disbelief, stared in shock, while Old Dad hadn't even had time to react. Genji Shina and Kusanagi Etsu were about to use their Incantations.

In the blink of an eye, they witnessed the once-mighty God-King plummeting from the sky, creating a deep crater upon impact, as if a meteor had crashed.

A deathly silence ensued.

Was this the power a human could possess?

The same thought echoed in everyone's minds, and for a moment, they were all stunned by the sheer magnitude of the force displayed.

...

The deep red fetal blood was thick and viscous, and countless dragon vipers swam upstream, their sharp teeth capable of tearing through steel and even dragon scales. They were a terrifying sight.

However, faced with an even more ferocious force, these dragon executioners could only retreat. They were merely a subspecies of the dragon race, bred solely for the purpose of tormenting their kin.

The human-shaped giant dragon, once known as Shuten Doji, charged into the riverbed with unmatched might, like an aggressive invader intruding on the natives' home.

Wielding two swords that emanated an otherworldly glow, she unleashed a torrent of light and shadow, causing the entire underground river to tremble violently. The subspecies, born from the crimson soil, burst into clouds of blood, turning the river water even redder.

With a clear purpose, she headed in a specific direction and soon reached the source of the fetal blood—a thick, ornate well, intricately engraved with countless alchemical symbols.

A powerful heartbeat echoed through the layers of restrictions, causing the entire river to tremble. The monster within seemed to sense the possibility of freedom and began to struggle.

The human-shaped giant dragon halted before the well, and a voice, majestic like an emperor's, reverberated through the crimson waters. It was a voice that sounded like a man, a woman, a child, an adult, a sinner of destruction, and a saint of salvation all at once.

"It's been a long time since we last met. Let's relive the war of that day!"

'Futsunomitama' erupted with a dazzling brilliance, and with a thunderous blast, the crimson well, along with its restraints and shackles, was destroyed.

The moment the shackles were destroyed, a hideous creature emerged, its eight dragon heads still unformed, but a graceful arc of light flashed by, a radiance that even overshadowed the self-destructing "Futsunomitama." It was so sharp it seemed to cleave the world itself!

The Ame-no-Murakumo-no-Tsurugi!

The unparalleled sword of Japanese mythology.

"Your heritage has created such an ugly creature. How pitiful and lamentable."

The humanoid dragon shook its hand, raising the Ame-no-Hahakiri in its grasp, its intimidating eyes filled with boundless malice as it glared at the newly emerged Yamata no Orochi.

Swish—

In the blink of an eye, the leftmost dragon head of the Yamata no Orochi was severed. Without the offering, the newly born and incomplete White King appeared feeble before the humanoid dragon.

The seven remaining heads rose, their eyes filled with fear and ferocity. Its dragon maw opened and closed, and the surrounding elements began to stir. It attempted to unleash an incantation from its bloodline!

"Revoke!"

Two forces clashed, neither gaining the upper hand, but in an instant, the second and third dragon heads were also lopped off!

In this moment, the hybrid of Shide Mai and Lu Mingze seemed to transform into Susanoo, about to once again bring an end to the Yamata no Orochi!

The Yamata no Orochi viciously tried to crush its enemy with its massive body, letting out wails of lament and intimidation, all to no avail. Its dragon heads fell one by one, and in the blink of an eye, only two remained.

It was afraid.

A perfect, flawless, and complete...

Having just escaped its confinement and truly come into existence, it lacked the dignity and courage of a king. It was a failed monster, not even having had its fill.

As it turned in fear, the humanoid dragon gripped the Ame-no-Hahakiri with both hands, unleashing a roar and swinging it with all its might. A massive blade of light flashed visibly.

The fleeing Yamata no Orochi halted, and the light in the eyes of its two cautious dragon heads dimmed.

The humanoid dragon dove into its body like a missile, and its colossal corpse began to rapidly wither and collapse, like a chunk of flesh drained of nutrients.

Countless white silk threads enveloped the Yamata no Orochi layer by layer, quickly spreading, and a new heartbeat began to echo.

...

In the center of the deep pit, Odin slowly rose, his formidable regenerative ability quickly healing his shattered body. In an instant, he was whole again, but the "Lust" that had sipped the Dragon King's blood trembled, unleashing a powerful domain that enveloped him, restraining a portion of his power. He no longer exuded the divine authority that had filled him at the start.

Normally, he could easily draw out the Seven Deadly Sins, but with a formidable enemy nearby, he couldn't afford to be distracted. His single eye, unblinking, fixed on Lu Ke as he descended from the sky and approached step by step. His voice deepened, carrying a hint of sadness.

"You have indeed devoured Norton and Constantin."

"That's not an incorrect assumption."

Lu Ke offered no defense, for capitalists were indeed monsters that devoured people, and he had chosen to devour dragons, who had no rights to speak of.

"You actually care about the other Dragon Kings."

"No one would not care about their siblings. We originate from the same source, interdependent, the closest of kin. We just don't show it easily before our own kind, for it is a sign of weakness. If you show weakness, you will be devoured by your own kind."

Odin spoke calmly, and in this moment, he seemed like that father god who hung upside down for seven days to exchange his eye for wisdom.

"To think that dragons have no emotions is foolish. In truth, our emotions are more abundant and intricate than humans'. We simply see through the world's essence more clearly than they do."

Lu Ke raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "The essence of the world?"

"Power and authority rule over everything. Civilization and order are merely tools for the elite to manage the lowly beneath them, a means to keep them stable and productive."

Odin seemed regretful. "If I could, I wouldn't mind donning the cloak of civilization, but time is running out. Nidhogg will awaken and bring about Ragnarok. To avoid doomsday, I must give up certain things—the dignity of a king, my brothers, and even..." His voice trailed off.

As he finished speaking, the ground began to shake violently. It wasn't a simple aftershock or the eruption of an underground river; the entire island was trembling. Skyscrapers swayed as if their foundations were crumbling, and Japan seemed to be sinking.

The geological structure underwent a remarkably clever transformation. Volcanoes erupted, spewing lava like fire-breathing dragons, devouring everything in their path. The sky turned red, and the air was thick with the pungent smell of sulfur.

In that moment, everyone awoke from their dreams.

Countless men, women, and children, regardless of status, whether they were ordinary people diligently living their lives, spoiled rich heirs indulging in luxury, or those who had lost hope and were merely surviving, faced death as equals.

Children called for their mothers, wives for their husbands, and husbands for their elders. Life seemed incredibly fragile at this moment.

Shrieks of panic and despair, cries of hopelessness, overwhelmed them like an avalanche. Some who retained their sanity fled their homes, only to be met with greater despair.

In the distant horizon, an endless wall of water appeared.

No, it wasn't a wall—it was a tsunami! A colossal wave blocked out the sky, advancing at an incredible speed. Its scale surpassed anything humanity had ever witnessed in history, a ferocious force seemingly intent on swallowing the entire island.

A dual apocalypse unfolded—the incantation of destruction from the Ocean and Rain King, "Gui Xu," and the collapse of the foundation due to the Earth and Mountain King's control over force!

(End of Chapter)

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