A man among dragons, building a mysterious ancient church.

Chapter 430 Nidhogg's Plot
Lu Mingfei was completely numb, unable to even hold his sword steady. He felt as if his head was standing right in the thunderclouds, being electrocuted: "You mean, the Black King is treating us like pigs?"

Lu Mingze's face darkened: "Brother, can you be serious for once? Who calls themselves a pig? I'm talking about something very serious right now!"

“But,” Lu Mingfei said, puzzled and completely unable to understand what Lu Mingze was saying, “that’s not right, is it? The Kassel Church said the Black King died in a rebellion, when the hybrids united with the four monarchs…”

"Those are all traitors!" Mentioning this, Lu Mingze bristled like a cat whose tail had been stepped on. He was really bristling, perhaps due to something deep in his subconscious. All of Lu Mingze's fur stood on end: "Brother, remember this, those Dragon Kings are all traitors!"

"Back then, it was you and I who controlled the Black King's dragon body! It was the Eight Kings who killed us!"

Lu Mingfei blinked. Even though Lu Mingze reacted strongly and was filled with resentment, he still couldn't grasp the reality of the situation. The more he listened, the more confused he became. "Stop, stop, stop, can you start from the beginning?"

Since he had decided to be honest, Lu Mingze would not hide anything: "Initially, our two souls were born in the empty shell of the Black King, the Black King's dragon body. At that time, Nidhogg's soul consciousness was no longer there, and we were born with the ability to control this powerful empty dragon body."

"My soul even retains most of the Black King's knowledge, allowing me to freely control the elements, command heaven and earth, and still has access to the seven kingdoms of alchemy for us to study."

"We should be the supreme rulers of the world." At this point, Lu Mingze looked at Lu Mingfei with particular disappointment: "But brother, you… sigh!"

Hearing his younger brother's heavy sigh, Lu Mingfei was completely bewildered: "What's wrong with me now? I don't know any of this."

Lu Mingze raised his hand and nudged Lu Mingfei in an annoyed tone: "What's wrong with you? You're blinded by lust! Back then, you took a fancy to a red-haired dragon priestess and insisted on gouging out your own eyes to resurrect her!"

"I couldn't refuse your request, brother. No matter what I said, you wouldn't agree and insisted on saving her. I had no choice but to cooperate, which greatly damaged my strength. In the end, you felt that the resurrected Dragon Priestess was not the real Dragon Priestess and drove her away."

"The result was that those traitors, before we had fully recovered, and before we had mastered all of alchemy, the Seven Kingdoms had already come knocking on our door..."

What happened next was self-explanatory, as Lu Mingze had already learned about it in class. It was simply that the Black King died in the rebellion of the four monarchs, the dragon race disintegrated, some died, some went to sleep, and finally, humanity took the stage of history, dominating the world to this day.

"Huh?" Lu Mingfei's mouth dropped open, and he pointed his left index finger at himself: "No... no way, right? Are you trying to shift the blame? Would I do such a thing? I... I... I'm not that lecherous!"

Seeing that his brother actually tried to deny it, Lu Mingze was furious: "Then let me ask you, your senior sister Nuonuo is dead, and you can revive her by gouging out her eyes, brother, will you save her or not?"

This question left Lu Mingfei speechless. Without needing to think, Lu Mingfei would definitely choose to save her. Following this logic, it seems that in the ancient times, gouging out the eyes of the Dragon Priestess to save her was indeed a stupid thing he could do.

Lu Mingfei was too embarrassed to look at Lu Mingze at this moment.

Lu Mingze rolled his eyes, and the atmosphere between them gradually changed from tense to gentle: "At the last moment, brother, in order to protect me, you burned most of your soul and sent my soul out. After that, the remnant soul fell into a deep sleep."

"In order to protect your soul, brother, I had no choice but to take over the body of a human boy and hide in the desolate Arctic to do my best to repair your soul."

"This led to the discovery of Nidhogg's conspiracy."

Lu Mingfei gradually became engrossed in listening. No wonder this little devil took such good care of him; it turned out to be his ancient self who had also saved Lu Mingze. No wonder the little devil always said they depended on each other for survival; he wasn't lying: "What conspiracy?"

Lu Mingze tried to explain in simple terms that Lu Mingfei could understand: "A soul is a soul. It cannot carry energy as understood in the universal sense. Even the Eighth Prince's soul is just a simple soul and cannot be used as a carrier of energy."

"But our souls are different. When I was repairing my brother's soul, I discovered that our souls were special. They were actually transformed from the energy within the body of the Black King Nidhogg, and could serve as carriers of energy."

"In conclusion, I deduce that Nidhogg has created a new Eighth Kingdom of Alchemy, a three-phase transformation of soul, matter, and energy. I also guess that the Black King's purpose must be to devour us to strengthen himself. The soul of the Black King Nidhogg must not have perished!"

"Wait a minute." Lu Mingfei called out in time, his mind still foggy and unable to process what he was seeing: "You guessed all of this?"

"What nonsense are you spouting based on guesses without any evidence?"

Lu Mingze's fist hardened: "So, what you mean, brother, is that Nidhogg, as the supreme ruler, one day suddenly had a change of heart, got tired of living, and dissipated his soul, but before his soul was scattered, he kindly created us to inherit his royal body?"

“Brother, can you use your brain? In the long years before the Primordial Era, there was only one intelligent being, Nidhogg. Nidhogg was more lonely than anyone else, yet it managed to survive. In the Primordial Era of the Four Sovereigns, the Dragon Civilization was unprecedentedly powerful, and there were also humans on the earth that you, brother, love.”

"In such a bustling world, would Nidhogg be tired of living? If he were, he would have committed suicide long before creating the White King. Even if Nidhogg were truly tired of living, why create the two of us? Wouldn't it have been better for him to just quietly die?"

Hearing Lu Mingze's words, Lu Mingfei immediately felt that they made a lot of sense and also began to suspect that Nidhogg had a conspiracy: "Then how did you guess that Nidhogg wanted to devour us?" Lu Mingze sighed again in disappointment, his expression almost as if he were saying 'my stupid and ignorant brother,' and he felt that he had sighed more today than in the past year: "As I said before, Nidhogg can transform souls, matter, and energy."

"Then, brother, after so many years, Nidhogg's physical dragon body has reached its limit, and its energy has reached its limit. There is no room for further advancement. If Nidhogg wants to strengthen itself, what should it do?"

Lu Mingfei followed Lu Mingze's train of thought, but was afraid of eliciting a sigh from Lu Mingze and being looked down upon for his intelligence by his younger brother. So he tentatively asked, "Soul? What if the soul can't advance any further?"

Lu Mingze was exhausted: "The soul doesn't have a visible limit like matter and energy. Haven't you heard that the world is as big as the heart? The stronger the soul, the more Nidhogg can convert it into a stronger material dragon body and more energy."

Lu Mingfei no longer pointed his sword at Lu Mingze. Instead, he scratched the back of his head with the hilt of the sword. This thing was a mental weapon and had no weight: "Then why us? Can't we just use the Dragon King? There are so many other dragons."

When Lu Mingze got to this point, he wasn't sure either: "My personal guess is that it's more cost-effective."

“When Nidhogg created the four monarchs, he must have suffered a huge loss to be able to create eight dragon kings in one go.”

"When we were created, it was very simple. All that was needed was a little bit of soul. By applying spiritual alchemy, two completely new souls could be born."

"Moreover, when I was repairing my brother's soul, I also discovered the relationship between the soul and the body. The stronger the body, the faster the soul grows and the higher its potential."

"So Nidhogg chose to nurture us instead of devouring the Eight Kings. Once the Eight Kings are devoured, they're gone. But after they devour us, they can use the Black King's dragon body to quickly cultivate and strengthen the souls of the next batch of Black Kings."

"As for the other dragons? Their souls are also of varying quality. I reckon Nidhogg wouldn't even look at the souls of those lower-level dragons."

"I understand." Lu Mingfei nodded thoughtfully: "Bawang chickens are free-range grain-fed chickens from the countryside. They're gone once they're eaten. Ours are fast-growing white-feathered chickens, which can be raised and eaten repeatedly."

"..." Lu Mingze's lips twitched, and he squinted at Lu Mingfei. This older brother seemed to have that serious problem. He either said he was a pig or a chicken. What's wrong? Is he dissatisfied with humans or dragons?
He raised his hand and slapped his forehead with a 'smack,' stopping the bleeding between his eyebrows in the process: "You should know what happened next, brother."

“I’ve been hiding in the Arctic, repairing my brother’s soul for many years. We’ve reached the most critical stage of the repair, and I can’t afford to be distracted.”

"Unfortunately, I was discovered by Herzog and captured and taken back to Black Swan Harbor. At the time, I couldn't be distracted and could only let this lowly insect do research. Later, with the help of Renata, I escaped from Black Swan Harbor."

"Unexpectedly, after escaping Black Swan Harbor, I still encountered the Secret Party's pursuers and was eventually captured by Lu Lincheng. At that time, I was powerless to protect my brother's soul, so I simply placed my soul in Lu Lincheng's body. In the end, Lu Lincheng and Qiao Weini had my brother."

"Fate is unpredictable, and death has both advantages and disadvantages."

"Brother, your accidental eye-gouging to save the Dragon Priestess caused great damage to our dragon bodies, and we were killed during the Eight Princes' Rebellion. It was probably an unexpected accident that Nidhogg could not have foreseen."

"Although the feeling of a dragon's body falling is unpleasant, this death has also allowed us to learn about Nidhogg's conspiracy."

Lu Mingfei never imagined that his origins were so convoluted and complex, spanning from ancient times to the present. It was truly no easy feat for Lu Mingze to painstakingly repair his soul.

This explains why Lu Mingze is so arrogant, regarding everyone else as lowly insects and insignificant creatures. If Lu Mingze were the second-generation Black King and the supreme ruler of the world in ancient times, then he would indeed have the right to be so arrogant.

"Thank you, thank you." Lu Mingfei wanted to say more, but when he recalled how he had drawn his sword at Lu Mingze just now, he felt a little embarrassed and subconsciously wanted to say something obscene to change the subject: "It's all the fault of the Black King Nidhogg."

"Why does the Supreme Being have to make so many troubles when he can be a perfectly good person?"

Lu Mingze's eyes gleamed, and he boldly voiced his guess: "Yes, I used to wonder too. Nidhogg already reigns supreme over the entire world, so why does it still strive for breakthroughs? Why does it continue to strengthen itself?"

"But now I understand a little better. I suppose I'm planning to go to the stars to find my origins."

Lu Mingfei was full of questions: "Starry sky? Origin? No, Nidhogg has parents?"

Lu Mingze had gradually gotten used to Lu Mingfei's outrageous words: "What I mean is, the Black King Nidhogg wants to break through again, go to the starry sky, and follow the past."

"The old days of the old church."

(End of this chapter)