Lu Mingfei, become the king of gambling in dungeons!

He finally heard that word again. It was an almost instinctive call, a call that resounded like bronze chimes, like a golden harp tearing silk, like the rolling and sobbing of the sea, as unparalleled as a king and as adoring as a child, transcending thousands of years.

"Wake up."

So the boy gave an order to the dead dragon corpse, and the heavy shackles, rotting white roses, moss, and dust on the dragon corpse fell away. It stood up again, reborn, and walked unsteadily like a child, soon becoming as fierce as it had been in life.

All of that is in the past.

All that is new is about to return.

A deep, powerful roar resounded, a sound like a storm or a tsunami, or as if thousands of gods were shouting in unison in response.

"Black snake, my poor little pet, thousands of years have passed, and we are still alive. This world... is sometimes not so bad to me."

The boy pressed his forehead against the dragon's exposed skull and whispered the command, "Don't die."

"My erring child, my atoning pet, my most vibrant creation, my lord of the sea and water, no longer look at me shyly, show the anger you suffer for me."

A rapid melody filled the air.

"Come, and I will save you."

Come, hug me.

"Come, shy little one, dance with me, to the whole world."

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A new email arrived: "When that era arrives, the coal mines deep in the earth will also be submerged in the madness of the new century, which is both a beginning and a proclamation."

"The boss's email. Looks like the climax is coming soon." Chip Girl put down her glass with cold hands, and after reading the email on her phone, she quickly shrank into the blanket behind her.

It's so cold here that even with the maximum insulation measures in the monitoring room, it's still not enough.

"I told you to listen to the boss and drink these two bottles of Beauty Time ahead of time, but you insisted on saving them to celebrate our victory. Now look what happened... we can drink iced drinks now."

Inside the monitoring room, which rivaled that of a five-star hotel, Jiu De Mai and Su Enxi, wrapped in blankets, stared at the frosty monitoring screen, muttering softly to themselves.

"Didn't you say you were going to talk about being a gluttonous romantic? Your white truffle and crab cakes haven't arrived yet... You're eating so well, you should wear glasses."

Outside, the sky was freezing cold, and the temperature had plummeted. The extreme low temperature swept over Nibelungen like the cold gaze of a god.

Every word that man spoke was like this: plain and domineering, yet interspersed with a few divine pronouncements. He wanted the world to grant him what he desired, and the world had to promise to do it.

As Mai Shude spoke, her bright gaze remained fixed on the figure on the screen, slowly rising from the dust and smoke, about to take flight. She murmured her question to herself.

"Is that the boss... or Lu Mingfei?"

For some unknown reason, Su Enxi shivered.

"Who knows? Don't dwell on questions you'll never understand."

"It seems like we don't have any work left, and going to work is surprisingly easy."

"If this continues, sooner or later we'll be kicked out and forced to sleep under bridges..."

The entire Nibelungen region is undergoing a dramatic transformation. This place is no longer the land of death belonging to the king of the earth and mountains. God will walk here, and this place will become the kingdom of God. Huge bronze-colored stones descend from the sky.

The subway stopped running, and the lights went out.

Terrified and desperate weasels scattered and flew out. Inside the subway station, an even stronger aura of death surged. They were insignificant in the face of these great beings. After the ground cracked open, seawater gushed out and froze again. The icy wind swept rudely, destroying everything in its path.

The Nibelungen, transformed by some great force, is filled with jagged ice pillars and stone peaks, and the ground is as deep blue as the sea.

"The ocean and water? No, no, how could that be?"

Jormungandr remained unmoved. In her vision, the authority emanating from the newcomer was as faint as a candle flame in the wind. She had never seen the authority of the Lord of the Sea and Water, the most powerful of the four monarchs with the ability to "rebirth the throne," so weak.

But the newcomer exerted a far greater sense of pressure on her than the King of the Ocean and Water at his peak.

They clearly only had such a small amount of power.

Upon arriving at the battlefield, Fenrir let out a bewildered growl and pawed at the solid ice on the ground like a dog. He wanted to help his sister, but was instinctively overwhelmed by immense fear and dared not move.

It was a kind of majesty, a majesty that shocked the world, like a god descending to earth, capable of crushing any perceived enemy with just a single breath!

Jormungandr dared not move arbitrarily, even if it meant gradually losing control of Nibelungen. Her mind went blank for a moment, then her royal dignity forced her back to normal, or at least what she thought was normal.

Blood was used as the medium, and power as the bridge.

It is definitely not either of the "King of the Ocean and Water" siblings who have come; it is a monarch resurrected from an even more ancient history... or something even more terrifying than them.

That was an unparalleled bloodline. The "Jealousy" and "Pride" beside Chu Zihang roared and flew backwards. The "Lust" and "Wrath" that Lu Mingfei had been holding earlier also responded in submission, spinning gracefully through the air before landing on the path the newcomer was about to take.

After a brief period of cheers and jubilation, they silently await the arrival of their users.

The remaining five swords in the Seven Deadly Sins Sword Box popped out, their internal mechanisms warped by the force of the swords' resurgence. The box's vitality could not stop the alchemical swords' fear and longing, and the dark gold hilts revealed various patterns of ice silk, pine needles, flowing clouds, and flames on the ice surface.

Five more swords and knives landed unevenly on the ice path.

The ice surface became rugged and uneven due to the falling of swords.

"Lust" is similar to the Japanese short sword wakizashi.

"Greed" is similar to the Kramer sword of the Scottish Highlanders.

"Taotie" is similar to the Ottoman Empire's Yatkan longsword.

"Jealousy" is similar to the Japanese sword, the Eifu Tachi.

"Lazy" is similar to the Chinese Tang sword, a ceremonial sword with a straight blade.

"Rage" is similar to a Chinese two-handed long-handled horse-slaying sword.

"Arrogance" is similar to the Chinese word "Han Bafang".

There are nine hearts beating nearby, not just one.

They dare not disturb the user, yet their hearts beat incessantly in submission.

The seven deadly sins pave a "path of original sin," a path of quiet submission for the resurrected monarch to choose from.

"...Who are you?" Jormungandr asked, his teeth chattering.

Subconsciously, she avoided that answer.

Her response was a jet-black membrane wing streaking across the sky above Nepelon.

A fiery rain fell from the sky above the subway station. Countless crimson streaks of light, like tears, streamed down the sky, rolling in with a shrill sound, smashing the steep ice peaks and pillars on the ground, and shattering the falling ice stones, which were then engulfed in flames.

A dark "cross" appeared in the rain.

The atmosphere trembled, and enormous bone wings spread out behind him, forming a giant cross with his wings and body, standing amidst the desolate darkness and the howling winter winds.