Chapter 323: Wings of Mourning

Chapter 323: Wings of Mourning

Each collision was like the eruption of a solar flare, and with each eruption, the earth wailed in agony as violent energy waves swept through everything around them. Two miniature worlds began to intertwine and erode each other.

Lu Mingfei was shocked to discover that even after absorbing the Dragon Bone Cross to compensate for the flaws of his mortal body and ascending to godhood, he was still at a disadvantage against Lu Ke!

Not only that, but as they clashed, he realized that the other world behind his opponent was being perfected at a terrifying speed. Lu Ke seemed to be using some special ability to rapidly decipher the "Realm" behind Lu Mingfei! Like a ravenous beast, he greedily absorbed Lu Mingfei's essence, slowly transforming it into his own, constantly growing stronger.

Lu Mingfei suddenly had a terrifying suspicion that if Lu Ke wasn't learning the composition methods of his newly born "Realm," he would have crushed him from the start! And it was indeed the case.

Lu Ke continuously drew in the elemental turbulence created by their clashes into his semi-formed divine realm. If not for this, the catastrophe they caused would not have been limited to the nearby area.

As the four elements of earth, water, wind, and fire, intertwined with "spirit," became more and more abundant in the extradimensional space, everything became increasingly real. The four elements began to settle and rise, each performing its function, like a miniature Genesis.

Dark brown soil filled the ground, becoming solid and hard, serving as the foundation of the space. The air grew moist and fresh, plants sprouted from the earth, and rivers and lakes slowly emerged, bringing the breath of life. Then, everything began to flow, caught in a cycle of birth, growth, and death. Finally, a sun slowly and arduously rose in the high sky, spreading light and heat across the land, infusing this cycle with an endless source of power!

As the world became more real, Lu Mingfei's realm was being devoured bit by bit. Amidst the shattering sounds, he finally couldn't hold back his anger and roared.

"Where's the backup you mentioned? If you don't act now, we'll both die!"

Odin, standing beside him, was punched to the brink of death. His armor and the dragon scales beneath were destroyed, and every bone in his body was shattered. His organs were severely damaged, and only the Dragon King's regenerative abilities kept him alive, but even that recovery was now painfully slow.

Hearing this, Odin struggled to turn his blood-soaked eyes and lifted his hand with effort. A massive water screen appeared, reflecting an image—a lush, verdant forest, elegant and solemn European-style buildings, and modern architectural complexes with a simple yet grand design. The image moved forward, revealing the golden splendor of Cassel Academy's gate.

In the thick, impenetrable darkness, a chilling wind began to blow, carrying the scent of death towards the academy. Flowers withered, trees dried up, and pitch-black shadows emerged one after another. Hundreds, even thousands, of golden eyes lit up in the night.

The shadows varied in height and build. Some were slender and alluring, others were robust and majestic, some exuded the aura of knights, and some carried the elegance of mages. Each shadow wore a mask, and their exposed body parts displayed distinct signs of dragon transformation.

Deathstalkers!

And not just any Deathstalkers, but extremely high-level dragon-type ones. The weakest among them, based on their auras, were A+ class and above, fallen half-breeds. Some were so powerful that they resembled human-shaped ancient dragons, the pureblood dragons that had transformed into human forms, surpassing even the third-generation species.

The Deathstalkers Odin had released earlier were mere cannon fodder, not worthy of entering the Hall of Heroes. They were used as decoys to create smokescreens. These were the real legions that Odin, the God-King, had gathered in preparation for Ragnarok. Over countless years, he had selected the strongest warriors, granted them trials and love, and had them escorted by the Valkyrie to the true battlefield!

Just then, the vast army bowed their heads and knelt, and a slightly shorter figure slowly emerged. He moved with graceful ease, and his height did not diminish the noble aura he carried. Even onlookers would feel that it was only right for the high-level Deathstalkers and pureblood ancient dragons to bow before him.

He was a handsome young man with delicate features, black hair, and a serene and beautiful demeanor. Unlike the other Deathstalkers, he did not wear Odin's mask. His gaze fell upon the three characters "Cassel," as if reminiscing about the past.

Another Dragon King!

Aside from Fenrir, the King of Earth and Mountains, trapped in the Niblung subway station in Beijing, he was the last of the first-generation species and the other King of the Ocean and Water, the Black Snake on the throne.

He had another name—Li Wuyue!

The Dragon King who had killed Menek Cassel and other initial members of the Secret Party, the culprit behind the Summer Mourning Incident.

Lu Ke, who held an overwhelming advantage, spared a moment to glance at the boy reflected in the water screen, his expression filled with surprise. Odin, that old schemer, had indeed been diligent.

"I never thought you'd contact other Dragon Kings besides Yemengaddi."

Odin coughed up a blood clot mixed with internal organs and slowly spoke to Lu Ke, who was steadily devouring Lu Mingfei's realm, "This is all thanks to the bait you laid on the Hunter website. Even the slightest hint of the White Queen's affairs would attract the attention of the Dragon Kings... I never expected you to do this, just as I never expected you to strike as soon as you saw me."

"You're too carefree and too powerful. If you hurry back now, you might still be able to save some of them."

Even without considering the strength of Dragon King Li Wuyue, the heroes he had collected over centuries could easily wipe out Cassel Academy. This was Odin's estimation as a board member of the academy, balancing the power between the two sides.

Even if he couldn't drive Lu Ke away, he could at least distract him.

"But I refuse!"

Lu Ke's answer was resolute. The extradimensional space behind him became more real at an even faster pace, carrying an indescribable sense of terror as it relentlessly crushed everything in its path. Lu Mingfei let out a deafening roar, but he could only continue retreating. The flawless body of the White Queen began to crack, and the blood that flowed out instantly turned into a bloody mist.

Odin remained calm despite Lu Ke's refusal. He was certain that Lu Ke was not as calm as he appeared. Even if Lu Ke didn't care about the professors and colleagues at Cassel Academy, he would have to consider the companions in the lodge.

"Since you don't care about the lives of those people, let the Secret Party, let Cassel Academy, and the Dragon Slayers become history."

Upon hearing these words, Lu Ke's lips curled into a smile.

"I didn't go back because there's an old man waiting for revenge there."

...

Suburbs of Chicago, Cassel Academy.

In the dead of night, as the cold air chilled the bones, Flamel, the night watchman on the clock tower, woke from his dream. Even though he wasn't a martial artist, his exceptional bloodline endowed him with senses sharper than most beasts.

Something was approaching! The next moment, he felt a bone-chilling cold, carrying frost, death, and storms. The "Discipline" had been invaded; a new domain was unfolding, pushing the limits of the Discipline's restrictions. The range of the Discipline's ineffectiveness began to expand continuously!

Without hesitation, he pressed the emergency button. Blood-red warning lights flashed throughout the school, waking everyone up. Then, NoMa's solemn voice echoed across the entire academy.

"Red alert! Red alert! Dragon race invasion! Dragon race invasion! Freshmen, take cover in safe locations. Students who have taken the battlefield survival course, come to collect weapons immediately. Use of alchemical weapons is permitted, load live ammunition, and open fire!"

The sudden alarm caused panic among the students. Most of them had never been on a battlefield and faced the Dragon race and death head-on. Hearing the mention of alchemical equipment and live ammunition, they understood that the approaching enemy was no ordinary foe. This operation would threaten their lives.

But they were well-educated half-breeds, and soon they calmed down. Those without combat abilities quickly sought shelter, while those with combat skills rushed to the Armament Department to collect equipment and prepare for the enemy. The Lionheart Club and the Student Council were, of course, the fastest.

The two elite groups, who usually didn't get along, met at the Armament Department, but this time, neither side engaged in their usual banter. Each person's face was filled with solemnity, and after a simple nod, they proceeded in an orderly manner to collect their equipment and rush towards the invasion site.

Soon, this elite force witnessed the invaders at the front gate, unconcealed. Upon discovering the dragon transformation features on the Deathstalkers, both the elite of the Student Council and the Lionheart Club's warriors paled. Each Deathstalker displayed such astonishing dragon transformation features that they were likely no less formidable than their respective leaders, Chu Zihan and Caesar.

Can you imagine the horror of hundreds or even thousands of Chu Zihan and Caesar-level opponents? And they were fearless, impervious to bullets and injuries, unmoved by threats or restrictions.

Looking closer, they felt the awe-inspiring presence of the Ancient Dragons, surrounded by the Deathstalkers. It was a miracle that even the half-breeds, with their blood boiling, couldn't fully achieve. Yet, pure-blooded Ancient Dragons appeared before them.

The half-breeds considered dragon slaying their duty, but they never imagined that their first battle would be on such a grand scale, leaving them utterly powerless to resist.

(End of Chapter)

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