A man among dragons, building a mysterious ancient church.

Chapter 388 Pompeii: The White King, it's the White King who possessed Herzog and is attacking me.

Pompeii was unaware that a hunt for him was underway.

Still perched on the treetops among the mountains, gazing into the distance at the Red Well region, Pompeii observed that the elements of heaven and earth were gradually calming down, with no obvious elemental tides.

This is incredible. If Herzog leaves the Red Well after ascending to godhood, he should be unable to control his instincts and stir up elemental tides when he acts. This would be the most conspicuous clue that Pompeii could use to track him down until he finds Herzog.

But now there's not a trace of elemental tide, only slowly calming elements. Does this mean Herzog hasn't moved at all? Is he still stuck in the Red Well area? Or is Herzog exceptionally gifted, able to suppress the elemental tide in just a few minutes after ascending to godhood?

That's even more impossible. As the Dragon King, Pompeii knew very well the difficulty involved. Not to mention Herzog, even the eight Dragon Kings would cause elemental tides for a short time each time they were resurrected from their cocoons, and it would take a certain amount of time for them to gradually subside.

Herzog? His talent in this area surpasses that of all the Dragon Kings combined? Pompeii refused to believe it. Having hidden behind Herzog for twenty years, how could Pompeii not know what Herzog was all about?
If he had such talent, Herzog wouldn't have needed to hide for twenty years, never daring to show his face.

Pompeii, unaware of Herzog's swift demise, has no idea what Herzog's current situation is.

Just as Pompeii was about to use his time-zero speed to scout the Red Well, he seemed to witness a storm, an illusory mental storm that did not depend on reality!

A mental storm pounded against Pompeii's island of the mind. Beneath the storm, in the ocean of the collective unconscious, several virtual personalities took advantage of the overt mental storm drawing Pompeii's attention to sneak into the island of the mind.

Pompeii had never seen such a level of psychological attack before.
In the past, Pompeii and his brothers and sisters mostly used illusions, which were more about misleading and interfering. They had never experienced such a dense, overwhelming storm that seemed to be destroying the mind, catching him completely off guard.

For a moment, his mind went blank, but fortunately, Pompeii, as the Dragon King, possessed an extremely powerful spiritual body, which allowed him to barely maintain his sanity while enduring the mental storm.

Damn it, what is this? My head hurts!

Pompeii quickly analyzed the situation and was certain that this was a mental offensive. Mental? Wasn't that the element controlled by the White King?!

So it was the White King who attacked him? Yes, it must have been a sneak attack by the White King!
How could there be any other being in the world besides the White King capable of using this level of mental attack?!

Right, everything is right!
No wonder Herzog's elemental tide went unnoticed; that guy had already been possessed by the remnants of the White King's consciousness! If it were the White Emperor, it's quite possible that he could have contained the elemental tide in just a few minutes.

Realizing it was a sneak attack by the 'White King', Pompeii became extremely vigilant, and dense clouds gathered from all directions.

It was real clouds. The dark clouds that had dispersed not long ago gathered again in a spiral shape above Pompeii, covering an increasingly wider area. Lightning even crackled between the clouds, illuminating the entire mountain range. The wind moved with the clouds, and a fierce hurricane began to howl and ravage the forests.

Under the cover of the hurricane, Pompeii quietly laid down lightning all around him and carefully surveyed the surrounding mountains and forests.

Where? Where is the White King? Pompeii had no doubt as to why the White King had attacked him. He knew perfectly well the nature of the dragon kings: they wanted to devour each other to complete themselves. This was the nature that the Black King Nidhogg had ordained when he created them!
Although the White King and the four monarchs were not born in the same era, this nature was destined to lead the dragon kings to devour each other. The White King's sneak attack on Pompeii was perfectly reasonable to Pompeii, and there was nothing strange about it.

While Pompeii was carefully observing the forest, little did he know that five of Chen Motong's virtual personalities had infiltrated the Mind Island. After all, Pompeii was observing the dense forest to guard against a surprise attack while also resisting the mental storm in his consciousness. How could he pay attention to every nook and cranny?
Thus, Chen Motong's virtual personality began to exert its power, manipulating, hypnotizing, intimidating, driving people into a frenzy, and using psychological suggestion, all at once washing over Pompeii's mental island.

Chen Motong knew that she only had one chance. The Dragon King-level spiritual consciousness was too powerful for her to manipulate or alter. All she needed to do was interfere with Pompeii and create opportunities for her teammates.

The tactics were very successful. The chaotic mental attack caught Pompey off guard, giving him the illusion that he was being completely manipulated and enslaved! This forced Pompey to concentrate on fighting off the interference, making it impossible for him to pay attention to the outside world.

Chu Zihang, Nuwa, and Asou Makoto all seized this opportunity. Chu Zihang gathered the power and spirituality of all the mixed-bloods in the team into himself. In this way, the weakness detection and harvesting that used to consume a lot of spiritual energy could be used extensively, and his physical fitness was further improved.

At this moment, Chu Zihang's eyes gradually turned a dark iron hue as he observed several weaknesses on Pompeii. His Murasame sword, imbued with the power of reaping, moved with lightning speed, cracking the rocks beneath his feet and leaving a trail of pale blue flame as he swiftly slashed towards Pompeii. Nuwa was equally fast; her snake tail coiled, her body taut like a spring, and she leaped up, following closely behind Chu Zihang. Asou Makoto raced across the sky, circling above, the crimson moon hovering in the air, its light condensing into a hundred soldiers that descended.

However, Pompeii was prepared and had laid traps nearby. When the enemy approached, dense, net-like arcs of electricity crackled and pierced the air, generating around them and quickly condensing into spherical lightning bolts that blocked the advance of the approaching enemies.

The sheer power of ball lightning is evident from the leaping arcs on its surface and the instantaneous scorching of the forest and grass.

Thousands of ball lightning burst forth with a hissing sound, as if all the birds in the entire forest had gathered there and were forced to sing incoherently.

Oh no! Chu Zihang and Nuwa both felt a chill run down their spines. Pompeii was extremely cunning; the trap it set was created suddenly when the two were halfway there, giving them no chance to retreat at all.

The ball lightning suddenly expanded, leaving no blind spots within a hundred meters of Pompeii, filling every area with its energy.

Left with no other choice, Chu Zihang retreated even faster. The bluish-white flames he left behind suddenly expanded, and Chu Zihang used the flames to leap back. Nuwa was in a terrible predicament. Even with the Guardian's Dawn Defense up, she couldn't withstand the melting of numerous ball lightning bolts at the Dragon King level.

In less than a few seconds, the dawn shattered, turning into a broken mirror that was quickly charred by lightning. The mirror substitute, the extraordinary power of this [Witch's Necklace], has saved Nuwa countless times.

Pompeii's power is undeniable, but it knew too little about the abilities of the members of the Old Church. Most of its attack methods were unable to block the members of the Old Church's ability to survive.

Furthermore, the ball lightning on the ground could not affect the crimson moon weapons descending from the sky; the swords, spears, axes, halberds, and lances formed from crimson moonlight struck Pompeii directly!

The excruciating pain, the endless agony, forced Pompeii back to his senses, and he finally saw the countless moon blades covering his body, making him look like a hedgehog covered in thorns.

The most disgusting thing is that the weapon formed from moonlight returns to the moonlight, and through the wounds it made, it merges into Pompeii's body, turning into wisps of moonlight energy that disturb Pompeii's internal body and interfere with all of Pompeii's movements.

What kind of ability is this? Why is the White King's style so different from the other four monarchs? Why is he playing with moonlight?
Wait a minute, Pompeii suddenly realized that this crimson moonlight looked very familiar, and it was very similar to the ability of Aso Makoto, the former bishop of the Tokyo diocese of the Church.

Before he could think any further, Makoto Aso decisively gouged out his left eyeball and crushed it! Pompeii's vision was completely blocked, and he couldn't see his surroundings at all. It was as if he was being held by an invisible giant hand and was in darkness. Then he felt a huge gripping force coming from all directions, as if it wanted to crush him!

"The Old Church!!" Pompeii roared, accompanied by the roar of thunder! Pompeii's rage materialized into a storm, carrying hurricanes and lightning, and violently swept across the sky and the surrounding area.

Chu Zihang threw the musket into the distance in time, and then combined his body with the musket to move away from the explosion of Pompeii. Nuwa could only shatter into countless pieces of broken glass with a 'bang' and then reappear in the distance. Aso Makoto saw the lightning storm coming and transformed into a group of blood-red bats in advance and scattered. Even if a large number of bats were electrocuted or scraped to death, Aso Makoto could quickly recover after regrouping.

Pompeii's expression turned ashen as he broke free from the 'dark gaze.' His skin was no longer smooth and even; it bore very obvious, deep, purplish-red clenched marks.

Moreover, blood would occasionally ooze from his limbs and bones, like tiny fountains with their vents blocked. In addition, his ribs, collarbone, and scapula all showed an unnatural misalignment and deformation.

Fortunately, bones were just toys to the Dragon King. The dragon bone state that all royal bloodlines like Genjiro possessed was even more basic for Pompeii. The casual closure of the bones repaired the injuries and stopped the bleeding. Only the grip marks on the skin could not be removed in a short time.

"The Old Church, the Old Church! I should have realized it wasn't some White King, but you usurpers!"

"Dare to peek at my true face and offend the great Dragon King? None of you will leave here alive today!"

(End of this chapter)