Lu Mingfei, become the king of gambling in dungeons!

"It's my turn to go on stage and take the beating."

The moody boy became dejected again: "My brother won't listen to my advice to slow down. How come he's so cunning now? I could easily make him go back to how he used to be if he just asked."

"You, which one is your brother?" Herzog clone asked hesitantly. He had no idea what the boy in front of him was, but he was sure it was related to dragons, as there were twins on every throne.

He felt an instinctive tremor when facing the person in front of him.

When faced with an unknown and powerful being, Herzog has always been cautious and first offered a cooperative attitude. Just like when he faced Bondarev, everyone was a schemer hiding in the shadows. When they met, they should first exchange polite cheek kisses and then test each other... Only after figuring out the situation and each other's bargaining chips should they reveal their ferocious faces and tear each other apart.

As for the other party insulting him as a useless person without a license, he wasn't angry at all; on the contrary, he was somewhat eager to try it out.

He was a challenger who wanted to devour great lives and didn't care about such trivial evaluations. The more the boy acted disdainfully, the more excited he became. His greatest advantage when playing against those great beings was that he was not taken seriously. Being ignored by others made him the true scheming manipulator in the shadows of the world.

Manipulating others from the shadows is the most fulfilling thing in his life.

"What can I do for you? You seem to know me well, but I think understanding is always mutual." Stopping his retreat, the Herzog clone cautiously began to approach the boy, chest out and stomach in, taking small steps, trying to adopt a friendly posture.

He brought over two glasses of strong liquor, the outside of which were engraved with cornflower patterns.

When dealing with dragons, one cannot afford to be too subservient in order to communicate and cooperate. As a professional dragon scholar who has studied ancient dragons for many years, Herzog believes he has mastered the way dragons think.

Dragons prefer a submissive but not subservient posture.

But today he encountered a lunatic. His two questions enraged the boy in front of him. In the boy's eyes, he was too lowly. Dragons never cooperate with lowly beings.

"A clone... How could you possibly know my brother's name? In my dreams, I am free; I don't need anyone to do my bidding."

After wiping his hands, Lu Mingze threw Herzog's lifeless clone's corpse onto the gambling table. He tossed several boxes of chips onto the clone's body, and the scattered chips automatically rolled into a wreath shape.

He brought a bucket of mercury and poured it onto the gambling table. Then he sprinkled a circle of white roses into the mercury, and amidst the falling rose petals, he softly sang a farewell song to the dead.

He set up the wreaths today for himself; that annoying PhD can't even get a place among the burial offerings.

He had to do what he had to do, facing an enemy he could hardly defeat.

"Whether in dreams or in reality, my abilities are far inferior to my brother's," the boy said dejectedly, but then suddenly cheered up. "If I succeed, it only means that my brother is indulging me, and that he still loves me."

"I'm going to save you from certain death, I'm going to trap you here, brother."

He muttered to himself as he walked out of the casino, straightened his plain white tie, and left the gambling table. He was heading to the thorny battlefield.

"I will make you happy, even if it costs me a quarter of my life."

The boy strolled amidst the cheers of thunder, his back arching in the torrential rain. He sang at the top of his lungs, spreading his blood-soaked, bony wings; he was a devil, an ancient serpent, a fallen rebel. His astonishing wingspan made him appear even smaller in the city.

He flapped his bone wings and soared into the sky, then glided over Tokyo like the morning star that fell from the Book of Isaiah, a star that had defeated nations.

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"A super thunderstorm has struck again! The same location! Even stronger than last time! A tsunami is imminent..."

The Tokyo Metropolitan Meteorological Bureau was in complete chaos, with some staff members staring blankly at the disastrous celestial phenomena.

The Tokyo Metropolitan Meteorological Bureau is the center for monitoring weather indices throughout Tokyo. In the event of a disaster, this should be the center for disaster relief, but they are currently at a loss. The weather map shows a situation that looks like Godzilla is about to descend upon Tokyo... or perhaps it is an Angel that is coming.

The chief scientist at the weather bureau said the phenomenon had transcended the realm of science, so he used fantastical language, saying, "The wheel of doomsday has begun to turn."

The Mayan prophecy of the 2012 apocalypse has indeed come true, although it arrived more than a dozen months earlier. The prophecy said that when the apocalypse came, there would be three days and three nights of darkness, and the torrential rain that blotted out the sun has proven this statement. The disaster that came was even more terrifying than the prophecy predicted.

"After circling once, it landed back on the top of Tokyo Tower." Miyamoto Sawa bit his tongue, watching the bright red dot in the picture stop moving, as if staring into an abyss.

The flight speed is at least Mach 3?

What exactly was it? At this moment, a shadow fell over the hearts of the Snake Clan members who were lurking in the Tokyo Meteorological Bureau. They all knew that it was definitely not a fighter jet or anything like that.

Sakurai Hirozawa, standing beside him, almost murmured, "So there really was something hovering over Tokyo! No wonder, no wonder the Yamata no Orochi kept hiding inside the Red Well and wouldn't come out."

Resembling Herasvargol, the giant eagle from Norse mythology whose wings could bring cold winds with a flap of its wings in the far north, or Vidfolnir, the giant eagle high in the sky, the ancient serpents that were gnawing on the World Tree trembled in fear. It turned out that a much larger monster had always occupied the top of Tokyo's ecological niche, and the Yamata no Orochi was merely a scapegoat, a secondary predator.

Before a more powerful monarch, the Yamata no Orochi, which should have been roaring over Tokyo, would likely become a sacrificial offering without dignity the moment it showed its face.

That's how cruel it is among dragons. When old friends meet on the throne, all they can do is fight. At most, before killing each other, they might ask where they hatched all these years and how hard it was to find them. Then one side cuts open the other's heart, and the victor steps on the corpses of the loser to return to the top of the world.

But it doesn't matter. At this moment, Tokyo still has a glimmer of hope, and Princess Kaguya may be able to glean useful information from the fog.

Perhaps some huge conspiracy is looming over Tokyo.

Today is the day of the Buddha's passing, an ominous time.

What could be greater and more ominous than the White King? No one dared to imagine.

Miyamoto Ze forced himself to remain calm. He was the most senior member of the Miyamoto family, a core member of the clan: "Contact the patriarch! The elemental turbulence wasn't caused by Yamata no Orochi! All the phenomena we observed were caused by something else! Quickly contact the patriarch, and inform the other clan heads, including Kaguya-hime!"

The spies planted by the Hebi-Hachi family within the meteorological bureau began to move. Some of them were leaders in the Tokyo Metropolitan Meteorological Bureau and had the ability to send the correct information to the family in a short time under the circumstances of the crisis.

The wait was long; as time ticked by, Miyamoto Sawa realized with near despair...

Princess Kaguya did not respond.