A man among dragons, building a mysterious ancient church.

Chapter 415 I must fight you until you lose your memory!

"Knock knock." Xu Lie knocked only twice before Xia Mi hurriedly pulled open the hotel room door: "Did you know the Black King has been revived? We have to go to the Arctic!"

"Huh?" Xu Lie smiled knowingly. "Of course I know. There have even been many dragon plagues in North America, which have been wiped out by modern heavy firepower and the North American parishes. Prices have skyrocketed."

"As for going to the Arctic, are you afraid of the Black King?"

Provoked like that, even if she felt a little scared inside, Xia Mi wouldn't admit it. She forced herself to stand tall and proud: "Afraid? What a joke! Do you even know who killed the Black King in ancient times?"

When she recounted this great achievement, Xia Mi tilted her head back like a madwoman, as if she intended to look down on Xu Lie. Her meaning was self-evident; she simply wanted to say that she was the one who killed the Black King Nidhogg, and to praise her as she stood with her hands on her hips.

Xu Lie was truly unaware of this; he had not yet accepted the uniqueness of the neighboring Fool's Path, nor had he had time to seize the power of history: "I truly do not know which rebellious son killed the Black King, but I know it was definitely not you."

Xia Mi clearly sensed the sarcasm in Xu Lie's words. Enraged and blushing, she lunged at him, saying, "You've been laughing at me the whole time, you haven't stopped!"

Xu Lie reached out and caught Xia Mi, who rushed towards him, in his arms: "Then tell me, who killed the Black King?"

Even though she was in Xu Lie's arms, Xia Mi still couldn't stop rubbing and struggling: "I already told you, I killed the Black King! You don't believe me?"

Xu Lie carried Xia Mi into the room, casually hooking the door shut with his foot: "Tell the truth, don't talk nonsense."

"Really!" Xia Mi raised her face, tears welling up in her eyes, teetering on the edge of falling. "Xu Lie, if you don't believe me, I'll get angry."

“Every time I earnestly tell you something, your first reaction is to deny it and laugh at me. It’s as if what I say always needs to be verified and is never worth believing immediately.”

"Do you know how wronged I am?" A tear finally couldn't bear the weight and slid down from the corner of Xia Mi's right eye, running down her fair cheek and leaving a glistening mark.

"Pfft!" Xu Lie couldn't help but laugh out loud. Anyone else might have been fooled by Xia Mi, but as someone who held the power of deception, how could he not see through Xia Mi's acting skills? "Not bad, not bad. I mentioned your acting problem last time. No tears."

"Your tears now look very real; your acting has improved a lot."

"Waaah! You! You bastard, you ungrateful bastard who took advantage of me and then turned your back on me! You still don't believe me..." Xia Mi's voice choked, and more tears welled up, not in a torrent, but in a restrained yet continuous stream.

Facing Xia Mi, whose acting skills have greatly improved, Xu Lie still chose to end the competition with one sentence: "I'll call Fenrir and ask."

"Waaah!" Xia Mi's tears stopped abruptly, the crying stopping so quickly that it turned into hiccups. The girl, who had just been on the verge of tears and looked incredibly wronged, now had a face flushed red with embarrassment, a hint of murderous intent in her eyes: "Fen! Ri! Er! Hiccup..."

When Xia Mi hiccuped for the second time, she finally didn't dare to struggle anymore. She quickly covered her mouth with her right hand, afraid of embarrassing herself again. She covered it for a minute and a half to make sure there wouldn't be any more hiccups before putting on a flattering expression and coaxing in a high-pitched voice, "Hehehe, Xu Lie~ Xu Lie pigeon~"

Caught off guard, Xu Lie didn't even have time to steal a breath of air this time. Goosebumps suddenly rose on his skin. Is this normal? How can someone who has become a god still get goosebumps? Does Xia Mi, this Dragon King, wield power over things like 'abstraction' and 'clamps'?

"Stop, stop." Xu Lie was about to let go and get away from this spoiled, whiny person.

Unexpectedly, Xia Mi, dressed as an octopus, wrapped her arms and legs around him, not allowing Xu Lie to leave at all: "Hey~ Xu Lie, you're such a jerk~ I know I was wrong..."

“If you keep talking like that, I’ll write a book called ‘The Weeping Record of Jormungandr, the Dragon King,’ documenting all the humiliations you suffered in the Primordial Era, and publish it worldwide.” To protect himself, Xu Lie launched a strategic deterrent: “Don’t forget.”

"The old church districts are now spread all over the world, so don't doubt whether I can do it or not."

Xu Lie, you son of a bitch! Xia Mi was truly intimidated this time. If old church parishes all over the world started publishing and selling something like "The Weeping of Jehovah," she would be doomed worldwide!

Xia Mi finally stopped speaking in that cloying voice, her face flushed red. In her heart, she had already sentenced Fenrir to death. How many of her dark histories had that bastard brother told Xu Lie?!
Are they even numerous enough to publish a book?
Seeing that Xia Mi finally gave in, Xu Lie raised his hand and patted Xia Mi's bottom: "Now can you tell me honestly who killed the Black King?"

Xia Mi turned her head unwillingly, deliberately avoiding eye contact with Xu Lie: "We eight brothers and sisters killed him together."

Seeing that Xu Lie was still curious, Xia Mi went all out: "Alright, alright! Back then, everyone was holding the Seven Deadly Sins crafted by Norton. Norton was wrestling with the Black King head-on, and the seven of us each held a Seven Deadly Sins weapon and simultaneously stabbed it into the Black King's body."

"I can't say for sure who killed him, but it couldn't have been Norton in a direct confrontation. It was probably one of the seven of us with knives, so it's not a problem for me to say that I killed the Black King!"

Xu Lie wasn't going to be fooled like that: "So, when you were holding the knife, what part of Black King did you stab?"

Xia Mi fell silent.

"Xia Mi?" "You're so annoying! How could you ask a daughter about the details of killing her father with a knife? How cruel! How could you be so heartless?"

"I'll call Fenrir..."

"Knee! Knee, please! Back then, I used lust to stab Black King's left kneecap with one knife!"

"..." Xu Lie was silent for two seconds, as if infected by Xia Mi, but after two seconds, he burst into unrestrained laughter: "Hahaha! Knee, knee! Hahaha! The War of the Eight Princes in the history of the Dragon Clan, you, hahaha, you are responsible for stabbing the Black King in the knee!"

"Haha... Hey! What are you doing? I'm not laughing anymore. Don't undo my belt. Didn't you say the Black King has been resurrected and we're going to the Arctic?"

Xia Mi's face turned as red as a monkey's bottom. She didn't dare to see anyone, let alone look at Xu Lie. She kept lowering her head and trying to explain, "Stop talking nonsense. I, I'm going to fight you until you lose your memory!"

"No, the Arctic..."

"Come on! You can teleport me to the North Pole with one teleportation, there's no need to rush."

"No, I've already arranged with the church members to go together, and I'm also bringing Fenrir and Brother Tang along."

"There's no need to rush, you have teleportation anyway! Anyway, now, immediately! I must fight you until you lose your memory!"

……

At a wedding photography company in Chicago, Finger emerged from the dressing room amidst the stares of photographers, journalists, and Eva, without changing her clothes, drawing many curious glances.

The paparazzi from the news agency tried to joke that Fingel was shy and embarrassed to change into his groom's clothes, but Fingel beat them to it: "There's big news, I don't have time to try on clothes right now."

Big news?
Without a doubt, this was what the paparazzi in the news agency were most concerned about. Some had already quickly taken out paper and pens, some had pulled out cameras and recorders, and one paparazzi even asked directly, "Boss Finger, what big news is it?"

Fingel didn't answer, but just took out his phone and waved it. In less than two seconds, everyone's phones rang at the same time, and many paparazzi looked bitter.

Hearing such a synchronized series of phone calls, they knew it must be Norma. Norma urgently contacting so many people meant something terrible had happened, and this wasn't the kind of big news they wanted.

Eva opened her phone, somewhat confused, and saw a text message from Norma. Different bloodlines of mixed races received different text messages.

For example, students like Fingel and Eva received text messages instructing them to go to the airport immediately to prepare for a flight to New York to catch a ship.

Some students of lower bloodline were asked by Norma to immediately go to Chicago to participate in the deployment of local armed forces; Kassel had already made arrangements with Chicago.

"What exactly happened?" The paparazzi was puzzled as to why the academy was in such a hurry, given the serious tone of Norma's text messages.

Fingel took his lover Eva's hand: "It's nothing, it's just that the Black King has been resurrected."

"Black King?!" The paparazzi from the news agency were still shaken, recalling the events of Bello Island and the terrifying ancient city/dark river that had given them their diseases!

"Go go, if we don't hurry we'll miss our flight." Fingel urged Eva on, and Eva didn't ask any more questions. She trusted that Fingel would explain everything to her in detail along the way.

The paparazzi were dejected and could only follow the instructions in the text message, splitting into two groups, leaving behind only the rather regretful photography staff: "Black King resurrected? Is this a new movie that just hit theaters? Are these college students all chasing after a certain star in it?"

On the other side, in Times Square, New York, the once prosperous commercial district has been reduced to ruins. In these dilapidated ruins, Chu Zihang and Su Xi walked out of the men's and women's restrooms, which were barely intact.

Before the two could even exchange a word, Norma's text message arrived on their phones. It said that the Secret Service had already arranged for a nuclear-powered icebreaker to be ready at the port of New York, and that Chu Zihang's team needed to board the ship first for inspection.

Chen Motong didn't need to go through such trouble. He simply asked Pompeii to help arrange an icebreaker, and without waiting for anyone, they set off for the Greenland ice sea ahead of everyone else.

Aso Makoto couldn't be so decisive. She had to first arrange the defenses of the Tokyo diocese against the dragon disaster before she could spare the limited manpower to take Erii, who had been secretly transported there, and board the ocean-going ship.

Nuwa received a last-minute commission from Mr. Error to send a special plane to pick up Brother Tang and take him to the icebreaker on the mainland. The two parishes were able to meet at sea.

(End of this chapter)