Dragon Raja: History Simulator

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"Father, I want to beg you, are you going to kill Frey, and destroy his eggs and his future along with him?"

It was Freya who spoke. Jormungandr was ultimately unable to stop his youngest sister, nor could he prevent her from speaking. Thus, Freya's delicate voice reached everyone's ears for the first time.

She raised her head, her pale blue, almost colorless hair fluttering in the wind. The innocence she had shown when they first met was gone from her face, as if she had finally realized that her brother might really be leaving her now.

“Our sister is truly brave, daring to speak like that in front of Father.” Loki watched this scene with a smile, quite interested, his lips moving slightly, but no sound came out.

“Isn’t this a good thing? We need someone to test Father and see if he is as powerful as he appears.” Odin still had two pupils and had not yet obtained the “Primal Runes” symbolizing “wisdom” from the World Tree. He stared intently at the black dragon in the sky.

In myths and prophecies, this is his nemesis, an enemy he can never defeat.

Wang Anzhi sighed. He knew he couldn't stop a girl from fighting for her brother's life.

The black dragon in the sky circled overhead and answered:

“No betrayal is so minor as to be negligible, not even by my own children.”

The Black Emperor's answer was no surprise to anyone; in fact, it was exactly what was expected.

The dragon race has never been a race that values ​​kinship and warmth, nor does it adhere to the principles of "concealing the faults of relatives" or "eight discussions".

Since you chose to betray the Black Emperor, you have to face the bitter consequences. Isn't that normal?

Freya gritted her teeth, wanting to say something more, when Wang Anzhi finally stepped forward and pulled her into his arms. He didn't want such an innocent girl to bear the subtle contemptuous looks from everyone.

Apart from the four monarchs who might feel a sliver of pity, the rest of the younger generation remained completely detached. They were even contemplating the question of who would inherit power after the execution of the King of the Ocean and Water.

Will the Black Emperor bestow it upon Freya, allowing her to become "complete"?

No, the experience of the past few thousand years has made everyone understand that the Black Emperor would not do that. He intentionally keeps the four powers other than "spirit" divided.

Would he then bestow it upon a next-generation species?

do not know.

But all the second-generation species couldn't help but feel a burning desire in their eyes.

"Black Emperor, I think we shouldn't dwell so much on an accomplice. Please punish the ringleader!" Wang Anzhi raised his head. The black dragon in the sky was just like the black dragon in his memory that fought against the White Emperor, majestic and violent.

"Oh?" Nidhogg recognized the person who dared to speak and burst into laughter. "So you've finally decided to leave that cage?"

“Yes,” Wang Anzhi lied; he would eventually have to go back and see Yggdrasil.

But Nidhogg didn't care whether the story was true or not; his departure was the most severe blow to his most unruly daughter.

Dragons, a race with such clear likes and dislikes, will not consider any grievances or difficulties; they will only keep a close eye on actions.

For Nidhogg, it would be a wonderful thing if the White Emperor could feel a betrayal from her "closest relative" in the final moments of her life.

He laughed loudly, accompanied by thunder in the sky: "Since that's the case, the World Tree will shut down to you from now on."

As soon as he finished speaking, an invisible metaphysical chain wrapped around him. At this moment, Wang Anzhi lost his Nibelungen imprint on the World Tree and also lost the ability to enter and exit it.

For dragons, the language of words is nothing more than the characters that carry power. The original dragon language was compiled by the White Emperor Yggdrasil, who also served as the "Cangjie" (a legendary Chinese idiom for writing dragons).

Wang Anzhi's expression remained unchanged as he nodded in agreement, then grabbed Freya's hand and pulled her back.

He had initially thought it would be very difficult, but it turned out to be surprisingly easy; he even felt as if the girl hadn't exerted much effort to stop him.

Nidhogg no longer paid attention to the two of them. At this moment, he valued Buri more, the "personality" that he had originally used to completely annihilate Odembra.

He hurled a giant, flaming sword from the sky. The moment the sword hit the ground, it turned the land within a radius of several thousand meters into ashes, and also affected all the dragons who were watching the execution.

However, the Black Emperor didn't care about any of that. He stretched out a huge dragon claw, pointed it at the giant sword, and said coldly:

"This sword is called Levadin, and it was the weapon wielded by my rebellious son Frey. He used this sword to wound me..."

Chapter 109 Rebellious Minister

In mythology, Levadin means "branch of destruction", "sword of victory", "flaming magic sword" and "magic wand that harms all living beings".

In Norse mythology, it had two masters: one was the demonic sword that the fire giant Surtur forged in Ragnarok using the flames that burned the world, and the other was Frey.

Forged by the blacksmith god Wollendorff, it was sealed in a nine-locked chest in Niflheim by the evil god Loki, and then obtained by Frey, which is the "golden sword of certain victory" in mythology.

Finally, the magic sword ended up in Surtur's hands through a marriage transaction.

In conclusion, the true owner of this demonic sword was still Surtur.

In the world of dragons, both the blacksmith god Warrend and the fire giant Surtur have their counterparts.

Surtur is the complete form of the Bronze and Fire Lord, and is the mythological name of either Constantine, who devoured his brother, or Norton, who devoured his brother.

The blacksmith god Wollend is Norton's name in Norse mythology. He is one of the few dragons to hold the highest position as an "alchemist" and the highest scientific officer.

Only he could forge a sword capable of harming the Black Emperor.

Nidhogg was still speaking at this point.

"...That's why I want each of you to take up this sword and leave your mark on the criminals. That's why I called you here."

All the dragons felt a chill run down their spines. They all knew very well that a "Supreme Being" would not be killed easily, and even the Black Emperor could not afford such a price.

In other words, they need to choose to antagonize him at this juncture, before the "Third Supreme" has been completely killed or even imprisoned.

It's obvious that when this "Third Supreme" reappears, he will inevitably take revenge on these "traitors".

As a result, everyone hesitated and did not step forward to pull out the flaming demon sword that was stuck in the pit.

Norton was the first to step forward. He stepped forward almost without hesitation, the instant the Black Emperor finished speaking. He grabbed his brother Constantine's hand and walked step by step into the crater where the Black Emperor had smashed Levadin from the sky.

He suppressed his excitement and grasped the blazing demonic sword.

The sword, forged by him, was "stolen" by Loki and eventually fell into the hands of the despicable traitor Frey. Now, the flames burning from the sword have scorched his hand black, revealing the bare white bones beneath.

“Brother.” Constantine saw this scene and was somewhat worried, not even daring to look up at their father.

“It’s alright,” Norton said with a smile. He could feel the change in the sword compared to before. After being sharpened by the blood of the Black Emperor Nidhogg in Frey’s hands, the sword had become his most prized creation.

He deliberately revealed the sword to Frey, who had already made it clear that he was going to raise the battle flag, hoping to see his own limits through Frey.

Could he, the dragon king who most resembles the Black Emperor Nidhogg, possibly kill his father?

The answer is obvious: he can harm Nidhogg, even without consuming Constantine.

Norton knew that the Black Emperor knew about this as well, so he was the first to step forward, not to prove his innocence to the Black Emperor, but to demonstrate his stance.

He, Norton, the King of Bronze and Fire, is irreconcilably opposed to the Third Sovereign, Bury.

He took a deep breath and walked step by step to the bronze pillar, followed by his younger brother. His brother's hand, which was full of bones, was holding the demon sword, but he didn't care. With each step, he was filled with excitement.

Until they arrived at the bronze pillar.

“Norton…” Frey whispered, wanting to say something, but ultimately didn’t.

Because Norton didn't even glance at him, his gaze was fixed intently on Brie on another bronze pillar, and he said softly:

"This sword is stained with the Black Emperor's blood, and now it seems it can be stained with the blood of a second Supreme Being."

In alchemy, this is an incredibly important ritual, a way to replicate what has happened in the past to achieve the same miracle.

Bree lowered his eyes, remaining silent, only silently calling him a "traitor" in his heart.

He did indeed consider the four monarchs, including Norton before him, to be his subjects, because they themselves had been created through the authority of himself and his brother.

This is similar to the Elders' Council of the last century and the native dragons, who were born with human-like forms and should have been his subjects.

Norton didn't care what the Third Sovereign thought; he only hoped that through this ritual, the demonic sword in his hand could completely drain the blood of this "Third Sovereign," thus evolving to the point where it could kill the Black Emperor.

He leaped lightly, the sword slicing through the Supreme's heart and lungs. The golden blood on the sword tip was completely evaporated by the flames that ignited on the sword before it could even soak into the blade.

The demon named Buri merely groaned softly before realizing that all his internal organs had been burned away—he was now too weak to be forced into such a state by a mere Dragon King.

However, this is not the end, but only the beginning.

His bloodline granted him an advantage that allowed him to recover his body in a short period of time.

By the time Norton landed, Bully was "completely unharmed," except for the blood that covered him.

Norton also released the magic sword from his hand, and the sword fell into the pool. Water vapor rose up, and the screams of the Ghost-toothed Dragon Viper were endless.

Norton seemed oblivious to all of this. He looked at his brother Constantine and said softly and gently:

"Your turn, Constantine. Don't be afraid, it will only be for a moment."

“No…” Constantine looked at the boy, who was about the same age and looked similar to him, who was tied to the bronze pillar, with some fear. He couldn’t say anything and just kept shaking his head.

He never did this, not even when he was kidnapped by Odin and about to be devoured, he did not grasp the sword that was within reach.

Norton shook his hand, and the original white bones had turned back into flesh and blood, but there was a scar on it that even Norton himself would find difficult to remove.

He didn't pressure him, but simply said softly, "Constantine, we must do this."

Constantine looked around blankly at the four monarchs who seemed oblivious, the indifferent faces of the next generation, and the unfamiliar elders...

And the enormous black dragon circling in the sky.

All of this finally made Constantine realize that this trial was not only for the two people whose bellies were compared to bronze pillars, but also for those in the audience.

Especially him and his brother, the King of Bronze and Fire.

He gritted his teeth, raised the demonic sword that flowed with flames, closed his eyes, swung it upwards, and whispered:

"it is good."

Chapter 110 The Final Punishment

Constantine felt the sword in his hand slice through a soft, warm body, easily making a cut, before he breathed a sigh of relief and reopened his eyes.

He saw a tiny scratch on the chest of the boyish sinner bound to the bronze pillar; compared to his brother Norton's "bold strokes," Constantine had only made a shallow cut.

The demon on the pillar noticed the boy's pleading and sensed his cowardice, so it lowered its head and said softly:

"You have no intention of hurting me, and I will leave you a glimmer of hope in the future."

Norton shielded his brother behind him, warily eyeing the seemingly doomed Third Sovereign, and sneered:

"I'm afraid you don't have that chance."

After saying that, he left with his younger brother.

Constantine released the blazing magic sword and watched as the next person went up.

This time it was Odin and Loki, the kings of the sky and wind. Neither brother intended to hold back, and their attacks were just as ruthless as Norton's.