Peerless Douluo: Blood of the Black King Nidhogg!

Chapter 132 Two Kings Living Together, The Black Emperor (4K)

The Silver Dragon King's jade-like hand clenched tightly beneath his sleeve, fine silver dragon scales appearing and disappearing beneath his skin, while a seven-colored halo composed of the purest elements appeared behind him.

She was a little angry, not because Mo Yuan's request was too unreasonable. After all, according to the original plan, the entire Soul Beast race should have been ruled by her and Mo Yuan, the only two god-level dragons.

What she disliked was Mo Yuan's attitude. She was, after all, the Silver Dragon King, who was second only to the Dragon God and controlled the elements. When had she ever been treated like this?
For the sake of the Soul Beast race, I'll endure it!

The Silver Dragon King's slightly heaving chest calmed down, and a faint smile appeared on his exquisite face.
“Yes, the Soul Beast race should rightfully be led by the two of us.”

After saying that, the Silver Dragon King suppressed his smile and calmly stared at Mo Yuan, whose face was obscured by the exoskeleton mask. His tone was as cold as ice that had never melted.

"So, may I ask you where your dragon blood comes from?"

Seeing that the Silver Dragon King was already angry, Mo Yuan stopped pressuring her and decided to stop while he was ahead. He knew that he was not yet able to confront the Silver Dragon King head-on.

Moreover, if a fight really breaks out, it's not certain that Nidhogg will still give whatever he wants as before. After all, judging from Nidhogg's appearance, he's probably still reminiscing about the old days.

"Of course, that's a long history, enough for you to understand what the Dragon Emperor Nidhogg really represents."

Nidhogg? Is that the name of that black dragon?

The Silver Dragon King pondered this to himself, and then listened as Mo Yuan began to recount the history of the dragon race in a low voice…

"Hey, what do you think our lord is talking about with that person right now? Could it be about that person's background?"

Xiong Jun peered into the depths of the space, then whispered to Di Tian, ​​who was sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed and hadn't uttered a word since entering.

"Shut up. How dare you and I presume to speculate about His Majesty and the Lord's conversation?" Di Tian coldly glanced at Xiong Jun, his tone full of respect for Mo Yuan and the Silver Dragon King.

The hierarchy among dragons is far stricter than that of any other race. They should have absolute respect for those in power, especially the Black King, who looks almost exactly like him.

In his eyes, Mo Yuan and the Silver Dragon King are now figures of high status, the most exalted rulers of the dragon race.

“That’s right. As a subject, all we need to do is obey His Majesty’s orders. We don’t need to think about anything else.” Zi Ji echoed, her respect for Mo Yuan even surpassing that for Di Tian.

The Demon King and the Demon Spirit remained silent in the face of the topic raised by Xiong Jun. Neither of them were dragons and did not have such a strong sense of hierarchy, nor were they brainless like Xiong Jun.

They were thinking more about what they should do in the future given the current situation. After all, there's only the principle that a country cannot be without a ruler for a day, not the idea of ​​a country having two kings.

It's impossible for two dragons of the same level to be without conflict when they're together.

Thinking of this, unlike the Demon King who was filled with sorrow, the demon spirit who had the most contact with humans suddenly remembered a common saying among humans, and felt that it was still quite possible in the present day.

—Two tigers cannot share one mountain, unless one is male and the other female.

As for Brigitte, who was the kindest-hearted, she didn't think too much about it. She simply stroked the head of the three-eyed golden lion that was still crying in her arms and kept comforting it softly.

"Waaaaah, I'm not clean anymore..."

The Three-Eyed Golden Lion was in tears, her voice choked with sobs. The image of Nidhogg intertwining her fate with Mo Yuan's was still vivid in her mind, constantly reminding her that she would probably never be able to escape the shadow of that black dragon for the rest of her life.

Thinking about this, she wanted to slap herself twice. Why was she so quick to speak? Now look what's happened, she's really messed up.

……

After listening to Mo Yuan recount all the history of the dragon race and his martial soul, the Black King's Blood, the Silver Dragon King's long eyelashes trembled slightly, and the secret history of the dragon race echoing in the Ice and Snow Palace stirred up a storm in her mind.

If we're talking about the previous "Word of Power," it's understandable. It's about controlling the elements in another form, and different paths leading to the same goal is acceptable.

But alchemy doesn't quite make sense, does it? Is that something a dragon can control? The Seven Kingdoms' concept of armament, elemental substitution, causal separation, spiritual reconstruction, spatial creation, time reversal, and life creation—each one sounds more outrageous than the last.

"The Seven Kingdoms...the Creation of Life?"

The Silver Dragon King repeated the highest achievement of alchemy, her fingertips digging deeply into the armrest of the throne, causing the ice to crack and spread like spiderwebs under her dragon claws.

Those alchemical formulas that subverted the laws of nature kept emerging in the sea of ​​consciousness. Elemental substitution was like tampering with the code of creation, and the separation of cause and effect was like severing the warp and weft of fate. This was not the inheritance of the dragon race, but clearly a museum of spoils of war of the god-slayers.

Compared to the dragons in Douluo Continent, this dragon clan, originating from Nidhogg, is more like magicians with dragon-like appearances.

But after hearing the history of the dragons, the Silver Dragon King discovered that although they were more skilled in knowledge, they preferred to fight with swords and blood.

Aside from being amazed by the power of the dragons, after hearing the history of the White King's rebellion, the Silver Dragon King also understood why Nidhogg mistook her for the White King at first glance.

There's no other reason than that she and the White King look so alike, almost like they were made from the same mold.

The Silver Dragon King concealed his astonishment, and after a long silence, his mysterious purple eyes looked at Mo Yuan, who sat on the ice throne, and he slowly spoke.

"My biggest question has been answered, but I still have one more question."

"What role do you play among the dragons? Are you the successor to Nidhogg, the Black King, or an incarnation of him? And are you human or a dragon?"

If the previous question about the dragon race was the cornerstone of her communication with Mo Yuan, then this question concerns the future fate of the soul beast race.

Those who are not of our kind will surely have different hearts. The Silver Dragon King understood this principle. He could rule the world together with another divine dragon, but not with humans.

The countless years of war between soul beasts and humans have been filled with endless hatred. Soul beasts have seen too much of the cunning of humans. You can know a person's face but not their heart. Who knows if you look like a dragon but your heart is still turned towards humans?

Mo Yuan knew what the Silver Dragon King was thinking, so the idea that one of them was a lie, but not entirely a lie, came to mind.

Mo Yuan raised his right hand, and a drop of crimson dragon blood floated into the air as the scales opened and closed. Even though they were far apart, Di Tian and all the ferocious beasts felt that desire that came from the depths of their souls.

Only the Silver Dragon King reacted relatively calmly, but his eyes were still fixed on that drop of blood.

Mo Yuan chuckled lightly, crushing the blood bead in his hand. His black wings spread out, and his body reflected on the ice, creating an image of a dragon bone cross. "Now that you know the history of the dragon race, you should understand that dragons and humans can never coexist. The hatred between them is even greater than that between you and the Soul Masters."

As he spoke, an extremely dense darkness erupted from the center of Mo Yuan's hideous and twisted dragon horn, as if a crown made of obsidian slowly emerged from it and landed on his head.

It was as if an invisible god was crowning him emperor.

"Who am I, you ask?"

"When the White King was nailed to the bronze pillar and submerged in the roaring icy sea, when the hybrids forged the Dragon King's bones into swords, when the Black King returned to the world and brought everything to the land of the dead, Nibelungen—"

The moment Mo Yuan stood up, he was less than twenty centimeters away from the Silver Dragon King. Their golden eyes and purple eyes met. The ice beneath their feet collapsed, revealing a scene that only existed in mythology: a roaring icy sea, Nibelungen, the land of the dead, Yggdrasil, and other world trees.

“I was born from destruction. I was born to be the supreme being, and I will control all the Nibelung roots. The roots of Yggdrasil will also be burned by my alchemical fire.”

“When Nidhogg brings Ragnarok, I will be the new Black King, and the world will be under my control.”

The Silver Dragon King's purple eyes reflected the crowned king before her, and the reverse scales beneath his neck trembled slightly. She understood what Mo Yuan meant.

He is a dragon, not a man. He is destined to become the new Black King. He will have everything Nidhogg has, and he may even have things that Nidhogg doesn't.

In simple terms, the Black King is the emperor, and he is the crown prince. The Black King got lonely and didn't want to play anymore, so he created his offspring and gave all his power to him.

As for why they came to the Douluo Continent, it's probably because Nidhogg had already ruined the previous world.

"I understand."

The Silver Dragon King nodded, then asked, "So what you meant by wanting me was that you wanted me to become the new White King?"

"That's right, we must not forget the fine traditions of the previous generation."

Mo Yuan sat back on his throne and frankly admitted that if the Black King had one, the White King should have one too, but he couldn't just create one himself like the Black King, could he? What if the White King betrayed him later?
It's better to just find one that's already there.

The reason why Hyotei didn't agree to White King's request before was because they were waiting for this moment. First, there is only one White King position, and second, Silver Dragon King is more suitable for White King in terms of both appearance and strength.

The Silver Dragon King fell silent again, a thoughtful look in her eyes, wondering whether or not to agree to Mo Yuan's condition.

If she could fully accept the previous agreement to jointly rule the soul beast race, after learning about the history of the dragon race, the requirement for her to become the White King seemed strange no matter how she looked at it.

Regardless of whether the Black Dragon is the dominant one, the seemingly normal but actually abnormal relationship between the two made the Silver Dragon King feel that Mo Yuan wanted more than just the Soul Beast race; he also wanted her in every sense of the word.

Thinking about this, the Silver Dragon King, a reclusive dragon, couldn't help but feel a bit complicated. In the end, she thought for a long time about the unparalleled power of alchemy, the plight of the dragon race, and the current predicament of the soul beast race.

After a long while, she nodded, her long eyelashes trembling slightly, her purple eyes, which seemed to contain a whole galaxy, quietly gazing at Mo Yuan, who was wearing a crown, and spoke in a calm tone.

"Alright, I agree to your request. You will be the Black King, and I will be the White King, ruling the world together. But as before, I will not betray you as in the history of the Dragon Clan, and you cannot betray me either."

Mo Yuan smiled as he looked at the stunningly beautiful silver-haired woman before him.
"In the Supreme One's dictionary, there is no such word as betrayal."

……

On the other side, Di Tian, ​​who was sitting cross-legged on the ground meditating with his eyes closed, suddenly opened his eyes and looked into the depths of the space. Xiong Jun and the others followed suit and looked over as well.

In the distance, Mo Yuan and the Silver Dragon King walked hand in hand toward them. Both of them had wings on their backs and dragon horns, with one black and one white tail swimming behind them. The scene was extremely harmonious, and it seemed to be the way it should be.

"Your Majesty, the Emperor!"

Di Tian knelt down and bowed respectfully, followed closely by Zi Ji, who was equally respectful. Then, all the ferocious beasts and even auspicious beasts knelt down and bowed to the two who were approaching.

Mo Yuan glanced at Di Tian and the others, then exchanged a look with the Silver Dragon King beside him. After nodding to each other, he slowly raised his right hand. With his movement, this space shattered inch by inch, turning into a pitch-black void.

However, just as Di Tian and the others were terrified and wondering what Mo Yuan was up to, a new scene immediately appeared in the void at an extremely fast speed.

The solid earth beneath my feet has solidified once more, clear rivers flow through the mountains, and enormous bronze pillars, carved with all sorts of strange patterns, rise from the ground and pierce the sky.

The next moment, with these bronze pillars as the center, one after another, giant cities made of granite, seemingly existing only in mythology, were constructed, and each city was connected to the others by a sacred path 400 meters wide, making it look like a divine kingdom on earth.

Mo Yuan and the Silver Dragon King stood atop the largest bronze pillar, overlooking the entire landscape.

All of this was a one-to-one replica of the scene of the dragon race's most prosperous period from Nidhogg's memory.

Gazing at the familiar scene before him, a look he had never seen before appeared in Nidhogg's usually calm, golden eyes.

He rose from beneath the World Tree, straightened his body, and spread his wings. Countless skeletons hanging below chanted in unison poems originating from ancient times.

These chants spread from the Sea of ​​Spirit to the outside world, and wherever they passed, countless dragons of various shapes and sizes suddenly appeared in the previously empty cities.

They exist everywhere in the world, yet they are all doing the same thing: kneeling in the direction of Mo Yuan and the Silver Dragon King, bowing their noble dragon heads, just as they had knelt before the Black King and the White King countless years ago.

"Is this... His Majesty's former race? How magnificent..." Di Tian couldn't help but admire the dragons that looked so much like him in the city. Moreover, he discovered that there were even more powerful beings among these dragons than himself.

At the top of the bronze pillar, Mo Yuan and the Silver Dragon King slowly released their clasped hands. Then, accompanied by flashes of black and white light, the Silver Dragon Spear and the Eternal Night Divine Authority were grasped by the two of them.

They stood facing each other, gazing into each other's eyes. Their black and white wings stretched out freely, their tails intertwining in the void to form a double helix. With all the dragons bowing in submission,

The Eternal Night Divine Authority and the Silver Dragon Spear clashed together, and the Black Emperor and the Priest reappeared in the world. The crisp sound they emitted resounded throughout the entire Douluo Continent, announcing this to everyone.

—The era of two kings living in the same world has arrived.

(End of this chapter)