Lu Mingfei, who studied Dragon Clan before slaying the dragon

The sound of old bells came from far away and echoed in Lu Mingfei's ears, as if someone was telling him about the past thousands of years ago.

His head was dizzy, and Lu Mingfei's consciousness fell silent amidst the sound of the bell. The originally bright day outside the car window seemed to have turned into a pitch-black eternal night. The moonlight shone through the folding glass window like a flourishing and white firefly.

The moonlight like a spotlight circle gradually focused. On the couch, a boy sat alone there. The moonlight slanted into his brilliant golden eyes, as if casting a silvery glow on the vast golden sea. Those golden and silver eyes were shining brightly. There was nothing in his eyes - only Lu Mingfei's depressed figure was reflected.

The boy looked like a young man of thirteen or fourteen years old. He was wearing a pure black evening dress with a rose-colored square scarf pinned to the white lining at the collar. He had a slight smile on his young face, and there was a hidden meaning in the smile. Thousands of years of silence and loneliness.

"Brother, you are finally here. You know I have been waiting for you, right?" The boy looked deeply at Lu Mingfei across a corridor and said softly.

"Um."

"Yes, I understood it when I saw the look in your eyes. No one in this world understands you better than me." The boy stood up, slowly walked towards Lu Mingfei, and then put the person next to him who had been cast with the immobilization spell. Chu Zihang gave a gentle push, and Chu Zihang's figure disappeared with a "bang" like an exploding soap bubble, disappearing into thin air.

"He thinks he knows you well enough, but in fact he's still a thousand miles away... So does he... So does he."

Then came Fingel, and finally Professor Guderian. The three huge soap bubbles disappeared without a trace. Only Lu Mingfei and the boy were left in the carriage, looking at each other wordlessly in the cold moonlight.

"Brother, my name is..." The boy looked at Lu Mingfei's face and spoke softly.

"Lu Mingze, my stupid Ou Doudou, you know me very well, and I also know a little bit about who you are, so let's skip the clichéd step of self-introduction. You weave for me, but I... I don't plan to dream for too long." Lu Mingfei waved his hand, interrupting the boy's sleepy words.

For a moment, Lu Mingze looked at Lu Mingfei with astonishment in his eyes. He wrinkled his delicate little face and sighed deeply, "You have changed. You are so strange like this."

"Can I just be that bad guy who can't hold up the wall?" Lu Mingfei asked.

"Of course not, of course my brother is the most awesome person in the world!" Lu Mingze put on his smiling face again and clapped softly.

In front of Lu Mingfei stood a giant oil painting wrapped in white canvas. Lu Mingze's applause gently lifted a corner of the oil painting like a spell, and then the entire canvas was suddenly shaken open, revealing the ferocious and... Horrifying picture.

On the picture, the sky was iron blue mixed with the color of flames. A single giant tree stood, and its dead branches extended in all directions, forming a dense network to support the cracked sky. The wasteland is covered with dead bones, and a black giant beast is rising from the depths of the pile of bones. Its wings are covered with skeletons. After opening its huge membrane wings, it looks up to the sky and projects black flames. (Original text of Dragon Clan I: Dawn of Fire.)

"This is..." Lu Mingze stood behind the painting, wanting to introduce Lu Mingfei.

"Black Dragon King, Nighold, this painting depicts the black dragon biting the roots of Yggdrasil, the world tree. When the day comes when the giant tree is bitten off, Ragnarok, the world will usher in destruction. "Lu Mingfei interrupted Lu Mingze again and composed the lyrics for the world-destroying scene himself.

"Brother, you stole my line!" Lu Mingze raised his fist in the air and protested dissatisfiedly.

"This is not your line. This should be the line of Professor Guderian who was changed by you."

"That little old man can only speak loudly with his mouth. In fact, he doesn't know much about it. For example, can he do such a thing?"

Lu Mingze snapped his fingers as if to show off, and the moonlight poured onto the oil painting like water.

The moonlight hit the oil painting, and the giant beast came to life from the painting. It roared with majesty, and the whole world trembled. Those emperor-like eyes seemed to hide the brightest gold in the world, noble and cold, the giant The beast seemed to have crossed illusion and reality and looked at Lu Mingfei from afar, with pressure as strong as the angry wind.

Lu Mingfei just looked at the giant beast quietly, standing as still as a mountain despite the huge pressure, like a rebel in the storm.

"So, has the Twilight of the Gods really come?" Lu Mingfei asked softly, not knowing whether he was asking the giant beast in the painting or Lu Mingze behind the huge oil painting.

But no one responded to him. Even Lu Mingze disappeared this time. Lu Mingfei seemed to be swept into the world of the painting by the huge coercive storm.

He looked at the black giant beast that had spread its wings that covered the sky and flew towards the sky, leaving only the ruined giant tree in the sea of ​​​​fire. The roots of the tree had been chewed to pieces and were crumbling, but the giant tree was still barely holding on. The body remains standing.

Countless mourning rose up on the dead bones scattered across the wasteland, as if they were singing an elegy together to commemorate the brokenness of the world. In a world filled with rivers of blood, Lu Mingfei witnessed faith withering along with the giant trees.

"Of course there is no Twilight of the Gods. Brother, you are not a Scandinavian. You shouldn't believe in the Norse mythology!" The devil's voice sounded in my ears.

Lu Mingfei returned to the carriage again from the devastated world. The oil painting of Twilight of the Gods was covered with white cloth again. Lu Mingze stood behind Lu Mingfei with his hands on his shoulders. The apocalyptic scene just now seemed to be nothing at all. It never happened, as if everything was just Lu Mingfei's imagination.

"Thousands of years ago, the Dragon King Nidhogg was killed on a mountain forever covered by ice and snow. It was his throne and his tomb. People were bathed in the red rain and raised their arms and shouted, as if they were reborn. The world has changed since that day, and people call it a 'new era'."

"What a pity that this stupid world managed to survive." The devil's faint sigh lingered in the carriage for a long time, so sad and pitiful.

It seems that thousands of years have been dyed into a river of sadness...

"Why is it a pity that the world has survived?" Lu Mingfei frowned slightly and asked in confusion.

"Because..." Lu Mingze smiled and pointed into the distance.

Lu Mingfei turned around and looked around. Outside the porthole, the edges of the city and the countryside had disappeared.

The sky is iron blue, the firelight reflects the sky, the clouds are also rendered into a crimson color, the barren mountains are connected to the mountains, and the south of the wasteland is scorched earth, wild and primitive, desolate and magnificent!

A huge church stands on the other side of the wasteland, with a high cross hanging in front of the church. The huge crowd is like a black tide submerging the cross. They hold their heads high and hold blazing torches. Everyone has written on their faces. Full of anger, fear and pleasure.

"People have killed the ancient and tyrannical alien emperor. This time, it's time for them to slay the demon!"