A man among dragons, building a mysterious ancient church.

Chapter 290 The Throne on the Embryo, The Emperor on the Throne

The hybrid warriors on the front lines, facing second-generation and third-generation hybrids, cannot see the footage captured by drones.

But in the warship command center, the leaders of all forces were so horrified by the underground scene of the dormant volcano that their bones trembled and their teeth chattered!
Through the footage captured by the mini drone, they could clearly see everything underground: the vast underground palace, resplendent in gold and adorned with various gems and jewels, and hundreds of bronze candlesticks, showcasing the extravagance of dragons.

Just by looking at the decorations of this mausoleum, they all felt that it must be the work of a dragon, and that the dragon's aesthetic sense was logically consistent. This must be the mausoleum of the Black King Nidhogg!

The Black King, as the oldest supreme being and the progenitor of the dragon race, has such a fondness for gold and silver, which aligns well with people's fantasies about the Black King and dragons.

Dragons should live in places that are glittering with gold.

Of course, all the gold, silver, and magnificent jewels paled in comparison to that towering, blood-red embryo, like a roadside decoration, utterly unworthy of attracting attention.

No more half-bloods looked at the gold and silver, no more half-bloods stared at the pearls and gems; they were only focused on the blood-red embryo and the throne that hovered above it!

The embryo resembled a living heart, beating rhythmically with its expansion and contraction. Its surface was covered with intricate veins and countless blood vessels, exuding a moist and primal life force.

Countless scarlet threads sprouted from inside the embryo. These blood threads were not dead fibers, but rather wriggled, swelled, and contracted like living things, intertwining and climbing upwards.

They converged in mid-air, intertwining, connecting, and weaving together, eventually coalescing into a strange and majestic blood-red throne!
The Blood Throne has a spine-like, winding backrest and rib-like, embracing armrests, shimmering with the unique scarlet hue of blood.

"That, that's... Nidhogg?!"

"Above... the embryonic form of an ancient dragon?!"

"There's no mistake, there's no mistake! Besides... besides that supreme being, who else is qualified to stand atop the ancient dragon embryo?!"

The hybrids from various factions are all after the Black King's embryo. They believe that since the Black King has not yet hatched, they still have a chance to kill the Black King and save the world!

But what did they see now? They did see an embryo, an ancient dragon embryo that had not yet emerged from its cocoon.

But now, the ancient dragon embryo is not the supreme being they are looking for at all!

It was all because a man sat enthroned on the Blood Throne above the ancient dragon embryo! A man wearing a pure black mask and shrouded in a black robe!
He sat there quietly on the throne of flesh and blood, hovering in the air above the underground palace, as if he were the master of the entire enormous underground palace.

What's most unsettling is the pure black mask on his face, absolutely black, like a deep abyss cut out from the ground.

The mask was smooth and seamless, without eye holes or gaps for breathing, rejecting all possibility of prying and communication; it was a pure and unsettling darkness.

Just like Nidhogg in Norse mythology, once you see that patch of black, you should realize that despair has arrived.

Upon seeing the pure black mask, the mixed-race family heads all concluded that this person must be the Black King Nidhogg!
The endless blood vessels, working in tandem with the heartbeat of the embryo, silently transmit energy to the Blood Throne and into the body of the black-masked emperor.

Every mixed-race person who saw him turned pale and felt their heart clench, as if being gripped tightly by an invisible hand from afar!
The black-masked emperor on the Blood Throne is the end of this eerie underground palace, the sole and silent ruler of this sacred hatchery.

It is the sovereign that the ancient dragon embryo willingly offered, the only deity in this blood-red silence, radiating an ancient and majestic aura that makes all the hybrids behind the camera want to worship.

In the command center, the head of the Sigurd family swayed from side to side a few times, unable to sit still in such a large office chair.

As he swayed, he accidentally knocked over a teacup, which shattered on the ground with a clatter. Only then did the Sigurd family head regain his senses, and he braced his right hand against the table: "Black King, that's definitely Black King!"

"Ancient Dragon Embryo, we were all wrong, we were all wrong. We all thought that the blood streaks all over Bellow Island were the Black King absorbing nutrients. No, it was the Ancient Dragon Embryo absorbing them, and the Black King was extracting nutrients from the Ancient Dragon Embryo!"

Similar to what High Knight Solomon had just said, this was enough to prove just how flustered the Sigurd family patriarch was.

Vice Principal Nicholas stared wide-eyed at Norma's monitor: "No wonder, no wonder... there's half of the Nibelungen surrounding the entire island, and the outer area is full of alchemical trap arrays!"

"I'm afraid that the Black King made these arrangements after his resurrection and emergence from the cocoon, but due to insufficient nutrients, he hastily completed only half of them and then returned to the underground palace to continue extracting the ancient dragon embryo!"

Elizabeth, true to her name, was deathly pale: "So, the Black King? The Black King didn't need time to emerge from his cocoon? The Black King emerged from his cocoon a long time ago?!"

I can't continue speaking, I simply can't!
The more they analyze, the more the special emotion called fear will overwhelm their defenses and devour the rationality of all those at the top.

The reason everyone is so actively uniting and using all their trump cards to attack the core area of ​​the island is because they believe that the Black King has not yet emerged from its cocoon and is still in its embryonic stage, so they can kill the Black King and save the world.

The results of it?
Forget about breaking out of the cocoon, the Black King has already transformed into human form!
The leader of the Nordic Titans was no longer as arrogant as before. He hesitated, raised his hand, and then lowered it again, as if he intended to hang up the video and completely withdraw from this expedition, but dared not give up!
The representative of the jungle sect readily agreed, kneeling on the ground and pleading for mercy from the Supreme Being.

The clones of the Solomon Temple, including the Grand Knight and Chief Reuben, were completely dumbfounded. No, let them set the pace!
These clones came specifically to help the main body, hoping to convince everyone that this was indeed the Black King's Hatchery. But the moment the main body appeared, wow, these people completely believed it, even to the point of fear, and it all became irrelevant to them?
The more serious clone remains calm and composed, feigning fear and asking around for advice, continuing to disguise itself.

Compared to the other person's own fun, he was very disappointed, feeling that something was missing. He immediately became listless, leaning back in his chair with a look of utter despair.

Pompeii, who had been staring intently at the screen, finally stood up slowly: "There's no mistake, it's definitely the Black King. The Black King has actually... become human?"

Others might not recognize it, but how could Pompeii not recognize the ancient dragon embryo?

Although it hasn't hatched yet and is still just a cocoon, Pompeii would bet his life that it's definitely a dragon king-level embryo!
In other words, one of his brothers and sisters is willingly providing all the nourishment, including himself, to the one on the Blood Throne.

So, besides their father Nidhogg, Pompey couldn't think of anyone else who could have made his brothers and sisters do this.

To Pompeii's great surprise, Nidhogg, the Black King, was actually willing to transform into a human.

In those ancient times, Pompeii and his many brothers and sisters had all taken human form, but Nidhogg was the only one they had never seen, the Supreme Being in human form.

Every word and action of that supreme being seemed to silently proclaim that he was born a dragon ancestor and disdained being human.

Unexpectedly, with the passage of time and the changing of the world, that arrogant emperor was also willing to become human.

"Forget it," Pompeii shook his head, deciding not to waste time thinking about such meaningless things at this crucial juncture.

What he needs to do now is to take the opportunity to kill this father.

That's right, seize the opportunity!
Seeing the leaders of various factions crying and wailing in such a sorry state made Pompeii want to laugh. He really didn't know what they were thinking. So what if Nidhogg emerged from its cocoon and became human?

Don't you see, the hybrids have already reached the entrance of the dungeon, and Nidhogg is still blindfolded, extracting the ancient dragon embryo?
What does this mean? It means that this supreme emperor has not yet recovered! He is even unable to move or perceive changes in the outside world!
As a son, Pompeii knew his father Nidhogg's temperament well.

To put it bluntly, in the ancient times, if a dragon approached this supreme being without permission, it would definitely be slapped to death by Nidhogg.

And now? The hybrid that Nidhogg despises and regards as an insect has attacked Nidhogg, and Nidhogg has not reacted or moved. This clearly shows that there is still a serious problem with his body!
As for Nicholas's analysis that the Black King came out to set up the Nibelungen and then went back to extract the embryos halfway through, Pompeii thought it was nonsense.

This top alchemist among the hybrids had no idea of ​​the greatness of dragon alchemy. For that black emperor, this level of alchemy could be slowly created by instinctively commanding the elements!

However, as a precaution, Pompeii did not intend to personally take to the field.

……

Above the underground palace, in front of the dormant volcano, the hybrids have already engaged in a fierce battle with the second-generation dragon servants and the third-generation species.

Many hybrids were blasted to pieces by the incantations of high-level dragons, their corpses and blood scattering everywhere.

Lu Mingfei, his face filled with terror, covered his head and huddled at the back, muttering to himself from time to time, "You can't see me, you can't see me, I shouldn't have come, I shouldn't have come..."

At this moment, Renata was also keeping a close eye on everything around her, and whenever there was any aftershock of the battle, she would pull Lu Mingfei away to avoid it.

Lu Mingfei, who had been grabbed by the collar, finally snapped out of his fear: "Right, senior brothers and sisters!"

Lu Mingfei quickly looked towards the battlefield and saw Chu Zihang and Caesar, leading the Lionheart Society and the student council squad in various evasive maneuvers. Senior Sister Su Xi was following Chu Zihang, along with Senior Sister Nuonuo...

Where is Senior Sister Nuonuo? She's vanished! Could she have... collapsed?!
How is this possible?

"No, no! Lu Mingze! Lu Mingze, where the hell are you?! Damn it! Lu Mingze, get your ass out here!!"

Renata's eyes suddenly narrowed, and before she could signal Fingel, everything around her came to a standstill.

Lu Mingze appeared behind Lu Mingfei and Renata, and tapped Lu Mingfei's arm with a half-smile: "Brother, did you miss me that much?"

"I'm so happy that my brother took the initiative to contact me."

"But I don't like the swear words you used, brother."

(End of this chapter)