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Chapter 188 Descendants of the White King?

The steel was slowly melting, and the orange-red molten iron meandered down the base walls like scorching rivers, each flow emitting a "sizzling" sound, as if the metal was groaning in pain.

The once solid concrete structure had long lost its former form, softening and cracking under extreme heat, eventually turning into dark red magma that continuously flowed out through the cracks in the passage, engulfing all the equipment and pipes along the way, leaving behind a charred ruin emitting white smoke.

In her rage, Talulah unleashed flames that seemed to come alive, spreading through the air to every corner of the base. Within minutes, the once heavily guarded stronghold was transformed into a living hell. Flames licked at the walls, burning them to ashes; the intense heat scorched the air in the confined spaces, filling every inch with a suffocating heatwave.

Zhao Zizhan didn't care about any confessions or who was inside. Jiu Demai had already scouted the place beforehand. He only needed a coordinate to eliminate everyone inside.

"Boom!"

The massive steel valve groaned under the strain, its thick metal surface gradually turning red and twisting under the intense heat, eventually being pierced through by the flames like a piece of paper. Blazing tongues of fire spewed from the opening, carrying with them a pungent, burnt smell.

The mixed-race people inside all became familiar with each other.

The flames came too fast, too fiercely, and too powerfully! Without any warning or buffer, the mixed-race individuals present were almost powerless to resist and were steamed alive by the extreme heat.

Confrontation? They hadn't even seen a shadow of the enemy. Talulah's flames gave them no time to react!

This wasn't something that died from smoke inhalation; it was truly engulfed in flames, scorched by lava, and burned alive—the air was even filled with a pungent smell of meat, mixed with the stench of burnt hair and fabric, making one want to vomit.

"Why is she so energetic..."

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Surtr stood on an open ground a hundred meters away from the base, raising his hand to shield himself from the scorching heat. He frowned slightly as he looked at the underground base, which was now almost completely transformed into a volcano.

The cement, steel, and weapon wreckage fused together, and the high temperature detonated the explosives depot inside. The explosion reverberated underground like muffled thunder, and each tremor caused the ground to shake slightly. Dark red magma even spewed out from the cracks in the top of the base, drawing a scorching arc in the night sky before crashing back to the ground, sending sparks flying.

Zhao Zizhan looked at the sky: "You've been under too much pressure lately, maybe. You haven't been in a good mood these past few days."

Are you sure it's not because of you?

Zhao Zizhan raised an eyebrow, his tone innocent: "What are you talking about... Everyone came because of me."

Sharp suddenly raised his hand, his shield colliding with a scorching hot rock that was hurtling towards him, producing a loud clang. The rock shattered instantly, and the shards that flew up landed on the ground, still steaming. "Remember to give me a heatstroke allowance."

"Hey Li, can you please not make our class smell so strong..."

Zhao Zizhan shook his head helplessly.

"Work is work, and the subsidies must be paid."

Sharp responded in a very serious manner.

"I'll go make sure the mixed-race people nearby aren't at risk of escaping," Ace said, seeing that the main offensive was no longer his responsibility, and then he turned to doing the back-end work.

“I’ll go with you,” Sharp said, stepping forward to follow.

Not far away, Lu Mingfei and his group, who had just landed, were also watching the scene. The flames and spewing lava had turned half the sky red, and the heat wave could be clearly felt even from hundreds of meters away. Lu Mingfei couldn't help but take two steps back, raise his hand to shield his eyes, and his voice was full of shock.

"My goodness... Lao Xia, I was really worried for you!"

"I've never seen anything like this before. Isn't your opponent a bit too strong?"

"Senior Brother Zhao is a real man! He managed to win this over. I'm truly impressed and call him 'Big Brother'!"

"What are you saying? I don't understand."

Xia Mi pretended to be stupid.

"I never imagined the gap would be so huge..."

Caesar stood at the front, his hands clenched into fists, muttering to himself as he looked at the scene before him, a sense of indescribable frustration rising in his heart.

Before I came here, I was really looking forward to challenging people, but what a joke!

I bet they'll ask you not to die as soon as you get there.

"You'll get used to it." Old Chu has seen his share of big events, and he still needs to maintain some dignity in times like this.

"Nice to meet you, Caesar Gattuso. May I ask your name?"

Caesar extended his hand to Chu Zihang.

"Chu Zihang"

……

The Louvre Museum in Paris, France. The night was as dark as ink, enveloping this sacred temple of art in tranquility.

"Huff... hiss..."

The creaking of metal components against each other echoed clearly throughout the 280-meter-long gallery, each movement like the labored operation of an old machine. Closely following was the crisp sound of Oxford shoes on the marble floor, "tap, tap, tap," a rapid rhythm that broke the silence of the corridor, bouncing back between the columns to create delicate echoes.

His long, silver-gray hair and black trench coat fluttered slightly with his rapid movements, reflecting the struggle for survival in everything from the smoke-filled battlefield of Antoine-Jean Gros's *The Battle of Eylau*, to the weariness and despair of soldiers in Théodore Géricault's *The Wounded and Sick*, and then to the arm pointing to the sky in *The Raft of the Medusa*. His steps never faltered, passing through the sacred compassion of Pierre-Paul Plant's *Jesus on the Cross*, traversing the hellish darkness of Eugène Delacroix's *The Barrel of Dante*, finally settling firmly before his work, *Liberty Leading the People*.

In front of this painting, another elderly man with silver hair was reclining on a large velvet sofa, slowly looking through the files in his hands.

"It's rare to find someone with such refined tastes," the old man said, looking up at his old friend. He picked up the red wine on the table in front of him and took a sip. He then slowly looked up at the painting on the wall, which depicted the outbreak of the July Revolution in France in 1830. The painting showed Clara, a woman, leading the crowd under the tricolor flag.

"Freedom comes at the cost of one generation, and slavery is the punishment for generation after generation..."

"You know I didn't come to see the paintings."

Schneider's voice broke the reverie; his voice was hoarse, like a bellows worn by wind and sand, each word rough and grainy, unpleasant to listen to. He stood in front of the sofa, his long silver-gray hair falling over his shoulders, his eyes sharp as knives, fixed on the old man on the sofa.

"Angers, that child has made a move."

"Oh?"

Angers straightened up: "So soon?... I thought he would wait a bit longer."

"Aren't you worried?"

"There's nothing to worry about."

Angers put down his wine glass, the bottom of which made a soft clink against the table. "We old guys have lived this long, and we know better than anyone how terrifying the first-generation races were. To him, a bunch of hybrids were nothing more than playthings to pass the time, and it was good enough if they could provide him with some amusement."

"A bunch of dragon lackeys, they're dead, so be it. Old buddy, you don't seem like the type to ramble on like this. You didn't come here for this, did you?"

Schneider rolled his eyes and glanced at the file that Angers casually placed beside him: "The Fragment of the Ice Sea, number AD099. You took this top-secret document without my permission. Am I not allowed to inquire about it?"

Angers chuckled, "Ah, hahaha, look at the mess this has made. As people get older, they like to tackle academic problems."

"Your joke-telling skills are still as bad as ever," Schneider bluntly exposed him.

"You did it for that child."

“None of us can see through his Word of Power, and any attempt to probe him will backfire. He doesn’t resonate with the Word of Power ‘Emperor,’ so you’ve started to have doubts, haven’t you?”

Schneider looked directly into Angers' eyes.

“Sigh… I just hate you perceptive old devils,” Angers sighed.

"each other"

Angers thought for a moment: "However, his situation isn't one of lack of resonance, but rather another... it's hard to describe, like... rejection?"

"reject?"

Schneider's pupils contracted slightly; this answer was beyond his comprehension.

“Nighogg is the ancestor of all dragons. The Word of Power ‘Emperor’ is the highest Word of Power he used to rule his descendants. It is a mark engraved in the blood of dragons. Whenever his descendants hear this Word of Power, they will instinctively feel a call, and feel awe and submission. There has never been an exception.”

"Zhao Zizhan is the only case to date,"

Angers' voice was deep and serious. "He reacted to the Word of Power 'Emperor,' but not by submission. Instead, he rejected it, or rather, he completely repelled that summoning power. But he is indeed a hybrid, and his bloodline is quite powerful."

"The Emperor of Words has a lot of influence over all bloodlines that submit to the Dragon Emperor, but there is indeed one branch that does not submit to the Dragon Emperor."

"That is the White King mentioned in the 'Secret Chapter of the Dragon Clan Encyclopedia.' His Word of Power is the only Word of Power we currently know of that can restrain an emperor."

After White Web betrayed Black King, it used an oracle on all its bloodlines.

Schneider narrowed his eyes: "You mean, Zhao Zizhan... is a descendant of the White King?"

"But this contradicts what's recorded on the Ice Sea Bronze Pillar Tablet. The Black King killed the White King with his supreme power, so his incantation should have lost its power as well."

The White King's Rebellion was the largest rebellion in the history of the dragon race, with one-third of the dragons becoming rebels. It was later ruthlessly suppressed by the Black King, and the fate of the rebels was recorded in a towering bronze pillar.

The Black King ate the White King's flesh, turned his bones into ice shards, melted them, and poured them into the volcano, completely destroying his body and soul.

"So far, I still don't know what Zhao Zizhan's Word of Power is... but based on the abilities he has demonstrated, it seems to be related to blood control."

"What if he really is a descendant of the White King?"

"It may not be a bad thing."

“When did you learn to deceive yourself, Angers? Neither you nor I believe that the White King will help humanity. If even the Commandments cannot suppress his power, have you considered the consequences if he really loses control?”

"If he really is a descendant of the White King..."

“But his bloodline has awakened, and you’ve seen how he treats humans,” Angers’ words choked Schneider, leaving him speechless.

Would you be interested in teaching one more student?

"I'm not capable of teaching Zhao Zizhan."

I have thought about it and led three prayers.

"It's not him, it's the precious son of one of our S-class graduates."

PS: Previous citations of Draco's works were not properly marked, so I'm adding them here. Academic integrity is essential.

[1] The Great Earth Traveler, p. 102, Draco's section.

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Chapter 189: Surrounding Cleanup.

The viscous lava slowly gushed out after the ground collapsed, and the dark red magma, carrying fragments of rock, spread across the once orderly ruins of the underground base.

As time passed, a dark gray crust gradually solidified on the surface of the lava. Occasionally, bubbles would burst, emitting a hissing sound and sending up white smoke with a sulfurous smell. Talulah stood on a high ground not far away, looking down at the enemy base that had become a pool of lava. Her expression was neither sad nor happy, but one thought lingered in her mind: Damn it, I got carried away just now!

She completely forgot to leave a few survivors to interrogate the enemy about their follow-up plans! And since this was an important enemy base, it should have been stockpiled with weapons, medicine, and food, but now it's all been swallowed by lava, with no chance of saving it. Damn it, she seems to have gone too far again!

Having grown up in an environment lacking love, she cherishes every emotional bond she has, to the point of being overly attached. This obsession makes her prone to emotional outbursts on the battlefield due to people or things she cares about. Coupled with her naturally weak self-control, once she falls into this state, she becomes like a drunkard in a frenzy, acting without restraint.

At this moment, the battlefield was still filled with high temperatures and heat waves, and the air seemed to be distorted by the heat. Zhao Zizhan did not approach Sausage rashly, but instead stood in a safe area a hundred meters away, under the close protection of the two operators, Ace and Sharp, to observe the scene in front of him.

As Talulah walked toward Zhao Zizhan, her steps were particularly heavy, and with each step, her anxiety grew.

Did I mess it up? Will Mr. Zizhan blame me...?

"Holy crap... He really is a human nuclear bomb..."

Zhao Zizhan was also taken aback by the scene before him. He had seen Talulah before, and everyone was holding back their strength. Even when Surtr fought Odin, most of their energy was contained and used directly on the opponent. This was the first time he had ever seen someone directly manipulate the terrain.

Previously, when I read descriptions of Talulah melting an entire city with a wave of her hand in story texts, I would just glance at them. But when I actually faced this kind of humanoid catastrophe, the shock was indescribable.

With such a valiant general, how can we not accomplish great things?

When Talulah finally returned to Zhao Zizhan, unexpectedly, the first thing he saw upon seeing Zhao Zizhan was his gentle smile: "You've had a hard time, Talulah. Are you hurt?"

Talulah shook her head blankly, momentarily at a loss for words.

"It's good that you're not hurt."

Zhao Zizhan nodded with satisfaction, his tone full of approval, "You were very decisive in carrying out this mission, and you were also brave enough in combat. Facts have proved that it was definitely the right decision to send you to participate in this operation!"

Talulah had just felt a surge of joy, but before she could savor it, Zhao Zizhan abruptly changed the subject: "However, I still have to criticize you a couple of times."

So...it's coming... after all...

Talulah lowered her head and closed her eyes, instantly tensing up to prepare for the coming storm.

“You’re a patient yourself. When you go to the battlefield, you need to take better care of yourself. Otherwise, the medical staff who treat you will have a headache. If they have a headache, they’ll cause trouble for me, the one who brought you out here.” He paused, then added with a smile, “Besides, you charged in so fiercely and took out all the enemies. Your teammates didn’t have much room to perform. In the future, you should pay more attention to teamwork and give everyone a chance to shine.”

As he spoke, Zhao Zizhan gently patted Talulah on the back, his tone teasing: "Look at you, now you've done all the work for everyone, leaving no one else a chance to get any credit."

"Actually, this is quite good..."

Sharp chimed in.

"Alright, Lao Li, you always smell like a corporate slave, even when you're just out on fieldwork."

"I've wanted to ask this before,"

Ace looked at Zhao Zizhan curiously, her eyes full of doubt, "Why do you keep calling Sharp operator 'Old Li'? His codename is clearly Sharp, and his name has nothing to do with 'Li'."