Manstein tilted his head, expressing doubts about this word that symbolized the pinnacle of feudal centralization.
"To be precise, it's the Black King, Nidhoog."
The black dragon in Nordic mythology is said to live under the "World Tree" in Niflheim, the land of fog, and eats the roots of the World Tree all year round.
When the roots of the tree are completely bitten off, the World Tree will decay, ushering in the Twilight of the Gods.
At this time, Nidhogg would flap his wings and fly across the battlefield loaded with corpses. Finally, he would be crushed by the weight of the corpses and fall into the abyss again.
"In "Dragon Chronicles", we have always called the Black King the beginning of the dragon clan and the source of the end. It was a tyrant who was killed on the throne. The moment he died, everyone cheered and the blood dyed the glacier red. But "Ice Sea"
It is recorded in the "Fragmentary Scroll" that when the Black King wakes up from the abyss, all the rebels in the world should die."
The gray-haired old man said this with emotion.
The lifelong wish of hybrids like them is to meet the Supreme Being and personally pierce the alchemy knife inlaid with various gems into its chest to completely end the era of dragons.
But the more they trace the history of the Dragon Clan and the more they understand the power of the monarch, the more desperate they become.
Like a heavy and majestic pyramid, at the bottom are as many humble creatures as ants, with dragon nobles standing one after another, and the absolutely supreme black emperor standing at the top.
When they looked up, the bright light reflected by the crystal scepter would even blind their eyes.
"Is this a sign of the Black King's awakening?"
Manstein's original excited expression stopped and he whispered.
"I don't know, but it at least shows that some students have been inspired."
Guderian shook his head.
"These two assignments are from Li Longyuan and Chen Motong respectively."
The old professor continued.
"They are most likely all descendants of the Black King."
Perhaps the long-buried haze reappeared, and Manstein's tone was particularly heavy.
Anyone who knows that the world will fall into darkness and despair again will not feel very good.
"What is the origin of Chen Motong's family?"
Manstein looked at his old friend in front of him. He knew that he had been Chen Motong's guardian for a while. He had never asked about it before, but now he had to ask.
"The Chen family started out as a businessman during the Republic of China. The family has only been passed down for three generations, so it probably has little to do with the orthodoxy that has been passed down from generation to generation for thousands of years."
Guderian understood his question and responded with one sentence.
"That's strange. Is the range of the Black King's descendants so wide?"
The bald man touched his chin with a thoughtful expression.
Is this really a coincidence?
Analysis of the pupil sketch alone will yield absolutely no useful information, but when combined with the dragon scale painting, valuable hidden information can be derived.
It's like a key opening the door to a treasure house.
But the strange thing is that the key and the treasure house are not from the same person, but they match perfectly.
Could it be that the spiritual visions between the two of them can still be related to each other?
What exactly does this dragon sentence "Emperor" imply?
Will the black monarch who symbolizes despair really wake up, and when will he return?
There are too many mysteries that need time to be solved, but how much time is left for them, or rather for the world?
unknown
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The gorgeous sunshine, the golden soft sand beach, and colorful parasols are scattered all over the beach.
The girls in bikinis held hands, showing their smooth and white arms and legs covered with sunscreen, and ran towards the blue sea with sweet smiles.
A group of seagulls rise and fall in the distance, and the sea breeze with a salty smell blows in. Even further away, various small sailboats float on the sea, rising and falling with the blue waves.
Shortly after passing the 3e exam for admission, it was time for the annual windsurfing competition organized by the college in partnership with the University of Chicago.
At this beach party, all the mixed races in Cassel College must restrain their abilities and become true to ordinary people.
Under the boundless sea with beautiful wind and sunshine, there is such an Asian-looking man riding a white unpowered sailboard, riding the wind and waves.
He has thick and flying black eyebrows, and his white teeth are exposed when he smiles. His tall and thin figure perfectly controls the windsurfing speed of the windsurfing board.
As the young man rushed towards the coastline, he looked back. The rich smile on his face was obviously aimed at the person behind him.
In the distance, a similarly white windsurfing boat was swinging back and forth in the sea with the wind. Standing on it was a small but sweet-looking girl.
She was wearing a pure white bikini and her brows were slightly furrowed at the moment, as if she was saying something softly.
"Damn Ye Sheng!"
If you listen carefully, you will hear these words lost in the sea breeze.
"Haha, stupid duck Aki, come after me!"
The young man looked back and laughed loudly, and from time to time he would shake his butt at the girl behind him. His eyebrows, which were already raised into the temples, were arched, making him look even more energetic at this moment.
"Junior Li, Junior Brother Li~"
The handsome boy, who was lying on a large beach chair under an umbrella and taking a nap with his eyes closed, suddenly felt a pair of big fluffy hands pushing him behind him, followed by a low voice.
The hairs all over Li Longyuan's body suddenly stood up. This feeling was no less impressive than that of Senior Brother Fingel wearing women's clothing and holding up his orchid fingers to seduce him by saying, "Here comes the official."
The boy wearing a plaid linen shirt took off his sunglasses and glanced upward, wow, there was such a big face above his head.
As expected, it was Fingel, a thief who disturbed people's dreams for no reason.
"Junior, you are really wasting your resources. From such a good viewing position, you are actually sleeping."
Unfortunately, the tall German man didn't realize Mr. Li was in the mood to get out of bed. He sat on the sky-blue beach mat, picked up the various fruits on display and started to nibble on them. The sweet and juicy juices overflowed.
After all, Li Yongyuan couldn't resist Fingel's insistent request and agreed to come together to the beach party held for the social windsurfing competition.
While Fingel was still running around looking for the most suitable viewing position, Li Yongyuan had already spent a little money to buy a front-row seat, and then started to sleep.
"Senior, you are rarely so positive."
Li Yongyuan was barefoot, half-lying on a slender sofa chair, casually took a bunch of purple grapes, and chatted while eating. He looked like an aristocratic young man in ancient times who lived a luxurious life.
"How can we be hasty about a life-long event?"
Fingel, who was sitting cross-legged on the ground, straightened his eyes, and his tone of voice gradually became more precise, and he began to imitate the shabby ancient scholars. Then he continued to devour the food.
"Here, look at that one over there, your figure is absolutely stunning."
Fingel, with his sour shirt and unkempt beard like a savage, looked at a pink-clad figure in a certain direction, his iron-gray eyes hidden under his messy hair showing a strange light.
Li Longyuan looked at the words, then silently stretched out his hand to push up his sunglasses.
Senior Brother Fingel's taste is truly outstanding.