"Is that really Lu Mingfei?"
Nono stared at the cold-faced young man, suddenly feeling something unfamiliar.
It was as if the boy standing before her wasn't Lu Mingfei, but a brutal king, awakened from an ancient slumber!
In that moment, even Xia Mi seemed shaken by the aura, reassessing the delicate-looking boy.
The familiar feeling stirred up memories buried deep within.
Pompeii, on the other hand, erased the expression of disdain, replacing it with a cold, iron-like demeanor. His eyes glowed with a golden flame, and his deep voice rumbled like thunder, echoing through the roiling clouds: "I've searched for you for ten thousand years, and never thought we'd meet like this."
It was as if the storm above Rome sensed the turmoil deep inside him, surging with unprecedented intensity.
Thunder, thick as a snake, cracked through the dark clouds, branching out like a tree's roots.
The wind, mixed with a torrential downpour, lashed against the stone pillars like countless whips, while the howling winds outside sounded like the roar of an army, creating a terrifying pressure.
"Yes, I've returned."
Lu Mingfei's pupils were golden, with a brilliant glow brighter than any dragon's golden eyes.
No one dared to meet his gaze. They instinctively lowered their heads, afraid of being blinded by the light.
Only Odin—no, it was Pompeii—stared at the boy without flinching.
"No, you're not Him."
Pompeii's hard face suddenly softened into a smile, as though the ice had melted. His laugh was laced with mockery: "He's dead, truly dead, and you are His descendant!"
"Yes, that's it, you're not Him." He clapped his hands and laughed lightly, as if he had finally understood something: "The Holy Trinity! The Holy Trinity! I see now, He really has fallen. Hahaha!"
Watching the nearly insane Pompeii, Nono felt a chill down her spine. "The Holy Trinity? What does that mean?"
At this moment, Xia Mi seemed to understand as well. She looked at Lu Mingfei with a complex expression and softly said, "It's a fundamental doctrine in Christianity. Though God is one, He exists as the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit. In short, it means…"
She didn't finish her sentence, but Chen Motong immediately understood what she meant.
"Lu Mingfei is… is the legendary 'Black King, Nidhogg'?!"
Her eyes widened, and her pupils slightly shrank, unable to believe this speculation.
No, to be precise, it wasn't a 'speculation' anymore, but a fact!
At this moment, Chen Motong suddenly felt how incredibly strange the world was. How lucky was she to be studying at the same school as two Dragon Kings?!
"You're not Him! You're not Him!"
It seemed that Pompeii had noticed the flaw, and a smile appeared on his face. "I can feel it, you haven't regained your true power yet. You're not in your 'complete' form!"
"Your nonsense is enough."
Lu Mingfei interrupted Pompeii's laughter and walked over to the 'Seven Deadly Sins' that had crashed into the ground.
He extended his hand and gently traced the patterns on the bronze box, his eyes seeming to reminisce about the past, a trace of inexplicable sorrow showing. "This time… it's just me."
Then, he exhaled lightly, and the air around him immediately became heavy.
It was as if a tangible killing intent, like raging waves, crashed against the surrounding air, slowly forming ripples centered on him.
"The Seven Deadly Sins are perfect for executing traitors."
An unimaginable heat descended upon the bronze box.
The bronze box quickly turned bright red, the scorching heat seeming to reach thousands of degrees, sending up large plumes of white smoke.
However, Lu Mingfei pressed his bare hand against the red-hot bronze box, as if it didn't harm him at all.
In the next moment, the sword box containing the Seven Deadly Sins let out an unbearable scream.
Cracks appeared on its surface from the extreme heat, and then the alchemical spirits inside let out a piercing roar before exploding from within!
Boom!
Without any warning, the shattered bronze fragments, like shrapnel, scattered in all directions!
The fiery red fragments, fueled by the high temperatures, became a death storm.
The yellow-robed saints nearby didn't have time to react, and in an instant, their heads were severed by the flying fragments.
Pompeii raised Gungnir, and with a twist, a barrier was formed.
The flying bronze fragments were blocked by the stirred air currents.
Meanwhile, the seven alchemical swords inside the box exploded, dragging visible shockwaves with them as they scattered in all directions.
Pride, Envy, Wrath, Sloth, Greed, Gluttony, Lust. Seven swords, forming what seemed like a perfect matrix, trapping Lu Mingfei and Pompeii inside!
Buzz!
Seven explosive sounds, shaking the sky and earth.
Inside the main hall, the seven scattered swords were simultaneously activated, each triggering the alchemical matrix engraved on them.
A violent tremor erupted, like the beat of a heart, as if there was hidden dynamite within. The resonating shrill sound, accompanied by dragon roars, made Xia Mi and Nono dizzy and lightheaded.
The two felt their internal blood and energy surge, a chilling sensation that felt like brewing a vast, invisible terror!
The seven alchemical weapons reacted with each other, triggering a massive domain!
And the target of this domain was none other than Odin, the King of Sky and Wind, holding Gungnir, his pupils glowing with golden flames!
"Seven Deadly Sins, Sin and Punishment."
Pompeii obviously recognized it. He looked at the towering swords around them, his face rarely showing a serious expression.
"Within this domain, even the Dragon King's word soul will be restricted," Lu Mingfei's eyes burned bright gold as he walked toward 'Pride,' pulling it out of the wall with one hand.
It was an eight-sided Chinese sword, engraved with complex alchemical formulas.
"Execution begins!"
Before the voice reached, the figure was already there!
With a cold glint, the sword cut through the air like a streak of light, fast and sudden.
Step, draw the sword.
Lu Mingfei emptied his mind, focusing on the one belief left: to kill him!
The sword's edge cut through the air, heading straight for the heart!
"So fast!"
Pompeii's pupils contracted, his arm suddenly shaking. The powerful force gripped the divine spear, shooting out like a meteor.
Boom!
Gungnir collided with Pride, creating a clash of gold and iron!
The air swirled, visible shockwaves spread out, and the rock was torn apart by the intense winds, carving deep grooves.
The booming shockwaves seemed to empty all the air from the temple, and Nono and Xia Mi, watching from nearby, both gasped for breath, feeling as though they could hardly catch their air.
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