Chapter 170 Fusion The fourth blood explosion! As the dragon blood in his body was squeezed to the limit, Angé's body underwent unimaginable changes. Blue-gray scales madly covered his entire body, like a natural set of dragon armor. Each scale glowed with a dark red light, like iron armor soaked in blood. His muscles swelled again, his bones and tendons made crackling sounds, and his whole body became more sturdy. The most shocking thing was that a pair of membranous wings unique to the dragon clan grew out of his back. The black and red membranous wings exuded a suffocating pressure when they were spread out, as if an ancient dragon had returned from mythology. Ange's golden pupils became even brighter, and the light was like a burning flame, full of violent and unyielding will. He stomped his foot suddenly, and the ground instantly exploded under his power. Rubble and gravel flew everywhere, and the steel bars and concrete on the rooftop were crushed and wailed. "White King!" His voice was like a thunderous explosion, shaking the air around him. His membrane wings suddenly spread out, and the strong wind spread out like a blade. Angé turned into a violent blue-gray lightning and rushed towards the White King in the air with tremendous rage. Ange's figure was like a burning meteor, tearing the air between the storm and the ruins. The membrane wings behind him vibrated, stirring up countless strong winds, and the air waves spread in all directions with him as the center. The rage in his hand had been completely deformed, and flames of red and black intertwined were burning on the blade. It was an alchemical weapon that had been fully stimulated by the power of dragon blood. It was as if a mad dragon with bared fangs and claws was entrenched in his hand, roaring angrily according to his will. In the sky, the body of the White King was like a huge shadow blocking out the sun. His membrane wings vibrated slowly, and a terrifying field spread from his body, forming an invisible gravity field that pressed down on Angers. This gravity field was like an invisible mountain, crushing everything around it into powder. Countless buildings and debris collapsed in the gravity field. "Kneel down."
The White King's voice was low and majestic, carrying an ancient divinity. It was a destiny that was above all life. There was no need to question it, and it was impossible to resist it. His domain kingship was released again, and this time it was even more powerful than before. The ground within a radius of hundreds of meters quickly collapsed under the pressure of this gravity, and the cracks spread like a spider web. Ange's figure paused slightly under the squeeze of gravity, and his blue-gray scales made a "crunching" sound under the tremendous pressure. The ground under his feet quickly collapsed with him as the center, but he did not give in. Instead, he propped up his legs with force, and the membrane wings suddenly spread out, as if to tear apart the gravity field that enveloped him. Ange raised his head, his golden pupils burning with a fierce will, his voice was low and hoarse, "I'm here to kill God!" As the words fell, Ange suddenly flapped his wings, and the strong wind raised by his membrane wings collided head-on with the gravity field of the White King, making a roar. Ange's figure disappeared from the ground in an instant, and he turned into a blue-gray lightning, rushing straight into the sky, killing the White King with unstoppable rage! "Bam—!" The White King's dragon pupils narrowed slightly, and the huge dragon wings flapped suddenly, and the golden domain ripples spread out, like an insurmountable barrier, trying to block Ange's attack. However, the rage in Ange's hand turned into a devastating blade light, and slashed fiercely at the domain barrier! "boom!" The moment the blade light collided with the domain barrier, a dazzling light burst out, and the surrounding air was directly torn apart by the aftermath of this attack, forming a huge vacuum zone. A narrow gap appeared in the domain barrier, and the rage-carrying mad dragon phantom actually tore through the White King's defense. Angers figure flashed through the gap and rushed straight to the White King's chest. A hint of anger flashed in the White King's dragon eyes. His huge dragon claws, with the power to tear apart space, slammed towards Angers fiercely. It seemed as if the entire sky was crushed under that dragon claw! Ange suddenly vibrated his membrane wings, and his figure flexibly folded in the air, narrowly avoiding the attack of the dragon claw. The Taotie in his hand drew a dazzling cold light in the air and accurately pierced into the crack on the White King's chest that was created by the rage! "Pfft!" The poisonous blade of Taotie pierced into the flesh of the White King. The poison was as strong as a snake from hell and quickly spread through the wound into the body of the White King. It was a poison specially designed to kill dragons. The flesh of the White King made a "hissing" corrosion sound under the erosion of the toxin. The huge dragon body began to tremble violently and let out a painful roar. "Roar--!" The White King raised his head, and his roar shook the heavens and the earth. The entire night sky of Tokyo was shaken like broken glass, and even the buildings several kilometers away collapsed in this roar. The power of his domain surged wildly, trying to force out the toxins that had invaded his body. At the same time, the White King's tail suddenly swept across and lashed hard at Angers who had not yet escaped. "Bam—!" Ange's figure was hit by the tail wing and smashed into the ground like a cannonball, crashing into a ruin, splashing dust and gravel all over the sky. However, just when everyone thought he could not fight anymore, muffled footsteps were heard from the ruins. "I said... as long as I can stand up..." The dust settled, and Ange's figure slowly walked out of the ruins. He was covered in blood, the membrane wings on his back were broken, and the blue-gray scales were covered with cracks, but the rage in his hands was still tightly clenched, and his eyes were still burning with unyielding golden light. "Don't even think about leaving Tokyo alive." Ange whispered, his voice calm but full of murderous intent. Although he remained conscious and did not turn into Deadpool, his body had eventually reached its limit. At this moment, the poison in the White King's chest was madly eroding his vitality. Although he tried his best to suppress the poison, the corrosive pain continued to spread, and anger surged in his golden pupils. "How dare you, tiny human, hurt me!"
The White King roared, and his dragon wings suddenly spread out. His body was wrapped in a layer of golden light, as if completely isolating him from the world. No attack could touch his body anymore. Word Spirit: Black Flame Prison Countless black flames began to appear in the sky, falling from the sky and covering the earth like a divine punishment. It was the White King's Word Spirit, the Black Flame Prison, which was enough to burn all life and turn the entire battlefield into a scorched earth of death. But just when these black flames were about to devour Angé, a dark light like the abyss flashed through the air, forcibly tearing a crack in the black flame, and the flames dissipated. "Principal Ange, thank you for your hard work. Leave the rest to me." Lu Mingfei's voice rang out in the storm. His tone was terrifyingly calm, but it carried an indescribable power. He stood in front of Angers, his straight back like an unshakable mountain. Angers raised his head and his eyes fell on the young man. A complex emotion flashed in his pupils, with surprise, relief, and a little unwillingness. He coughed and said in a low and hoarse voice: "Boy, this is my battle..." "Principal, you have done your best. Next is my battlefield." Lu Mingfei did not look back, but just stood there quietly. His voice was still calm, but it revealed an unquestionable firmness. The White King's dragon pupils narrowed slightly, with a kind of indifference that looked down on everything like a god. Its gaze swept over Lu Mingfei, as if it had no interest in this tiny life that suddenly interrupted the battle. But when it stared at the slowly rotating black sun behind Lu Mingfei, a strange light flashed in its golden pupils. "Are you the White King or Herzog now?" Lu Mingfei did not take action immediately but asked instead. "Herzog? That tiny human was devoured by me long ago. How dare this ant-like creature covet my authority!" said the White King. “Really… I didn’t expect this guy to die so easily…” Lu Mingfei muttered to himself. "Brother, this guy is not easy to deal with." Lu Mingze appeared beside Lu Mingfei and said. "It seems that we have to work together. You can't deal with this guy with your current strength, brother." Lu Mingfei did not respond after hearing Lu Mingze's words. "What's wrong? Are you afraid of losing your humanity?" Lu Mingze asked. "But, brother, have you noticed that you are becoming less and less like your former self? This is the price of gaining power..." Indeed, Lu Mingfei didn't know when he had completely changed. He hadn't laughed for a long time and couldn't feel angry. He didn't know when he began to lose these emotions as a human being. He seemed to be out of touch with this world, as if he could no longer integrate into this world. It was like he was standing in the sky overlooking the world. When did he become like this? Was it when he returned from the battlefield of World War I, or when he came back from that place where the world was about to end? He couldn't remember clearly. He used to cry because he was rejected by the girl he liked, and he used to feel pain because of the death of his comrades, but now his heart, which Lu Mingze called the Heart of the Dragon King, is empty. What he is doing now is to save the world, because this world once had things he cared about. He now understands Angers thoughts. They no longer have anything to care about in this world, and can only survive in this world by reminiscing about their past. But if this world is destroyed, he may not even have a place to reminisce about these things. His soul was still stuck on that battlefield, and he didn't really want to leave. He was afraid that he had lost even the ability to reminisce about the past. "Alas, now I regret leaving you on that battlefield. It's time for me to step out and embrace the new world that belongs to us." Lu Mingze said with some emotion. As Lu Mingfei listened to Lu Mingze's words, his golden pupils flickered slightly, as if a ripple appeared in his eyes, but then they quickly calmed down. He looked at Lu Mingze standing beside him, the familiar yet unfamiliar figure, and a self-deprecating smile gently appeared at the corner of his mouth. "Welcome to the new world?" His voice was low and calm, but with an indescribable fatigue. "Brother, you clearly have the power to change everything, and you are no longer limited to the human body. Why do you choose to stagnate and be trapped in that ruined memory? Brother, don't you want to break free from the quagmire of the past?" "Do you want to?" Lu Mingfei murmured. He lowered his head and looked at the knife in his hand. The knife, as dark as the abyss, seemed to silently respond to his state of mind. "Maybe, I really thought about it, but then I found that whether it was a quagmire or a ruin, those broken memories were the only thing that made me feel that I was still alive. If I let go of even these, what would I have left?" Lu Mingze sighed, his tone carrying a complex emotion of helplessness and heartache: "You shouldn't be like this, brother. Humans need hope, not the shadows of the past that hold them back. You are Lu Mingfei, not a prisoner of those fragmented memories." Lu Mingfei slowly raised his head, his golden eyes staring directly at Lu Mingze, his gaze filled with an unshakable determination: "Unfortunately, I can no longer do what you imagined. Perhaps you are right, I am no longer the person I used to be. My smile, my anger, my joy, even my fear... these emotions have long been burned out on those battlefields, and all that remains in my body is a cold heart." He paused, and his tone suddenly became somewhat sarcastic: "And this heart was given to me by you, wasn't it?" Lu Mingze opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but finally remained silent. He lowered his head and sighed: "Yes, all of this... is indeed given to you by me." The brief conversation between the two seemed exceptionally quiet in the strong wind, but the White King in the sky did not intend to give them more time. His dragon wings vibrated slowly, and the flames of the Black Flame Prison condensed in the air again, like a doomsday judgment that was about to devour everything. The White King looked down at Lu Mingfei and Lu Mingze, with disdain and contempt in his golden dragon eyes.
"Two cursed lives, still here to tell of their meaninglessness." The White King's voice was low and majestic, carrying the ancient dragon divinity, "The so-called emotions, regrets, and struggles of humans are all worthless garbage. In my eyes, you are just two lost ants, trying to resist the fate of the gods." "God?" Lu Mingfei suddenly chuckled, and that chuckle was filled with some deep sarcasm and indifference. He raised his head and looked at the White King who was blocking out the sky and the sun, and the smile on his lips became deeper and deeper. "You are worthy of being called a god?" Before he finished speaking, Butu Yuhun began to tremble slightly, and a dark flame rose from the abyss-like blade. The flame was without a trace of temperature, but it seemed to be able to devour all light and life. Lu Mingfei gripped the hilt tightly, and the aura on his body began to surge wildly. The dark sun behind him also became increasingly huge, as if it was going to devour the entire night sky. "Come on, I want to stay in the memories of the past, but first I have to get rid of all these things that are interfering with me." Hearing Lu Mingfei's words, Lu Mingze's lips curled up into a smile, and then the two figures slowly merged together. When the figures of Lu Mingze and Lu Mingfei slowly merged, the air around them seemed to freeze, and the atmosphere of the entire battlefield suddenly changed. It was not an ordinary fusion, but a deep resonance of souls. Two different but connected existences were merging into one. Their auras suddenly soared, like a storm that did not belong to this world sweeping out. Lu Mingfei held the Butu Yuhun in his hand, the dark flames leaped and roared on the blade, like a giant beast from the abyss with its mouth opened wide. At this moment, his pupils were no longer simply golden, but a mixture of gold and black, like a burning solar eclipse, revealing an indescribable pressure. His aura could no longer be defined as human, and even the aura of the dragon race could not be compared to it. It was a more ancient and profound sense of existence. (End of this chapter)