Chapter 129: The Correct Way to Use Divine Mechanism Hundred Refinements (New Year

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"

Moments later, Herzog finally broke through his inner fear and began screaming hoarsely, his expression growing increasingly deranged!!

"You're dead! You're dead! Why is this happening! Why is this happening! Why did you come back at this exact moment! Why!!"

"You're so loud. Don't you know your voice is unbearable?"

Wu Xian dug his fingers into his ear, his face twisted in disgust: "And why do you always repeat everything twice? Are you not the White King—you're a damn echo machine?"

"He's not an echo machine. He's just a clown."

Uesugi Katsuyori sneered, gripping a pitch-black longsword tightly in his hand, eager to rush forward and tear the monster apart limb from limb.

But he could only imagine it—he knew that no matter how filthy and vile the creature's soul might be, it had still acquired divine power and authority.

Throughout history, only that supreme, virtuous, and peerless being could crush and slay it.

Thinking of this, Uesugi Katsuyori's gaze shifted to Wu Xian, his eyes filled with complex emotion.

Clearly, he and Herzog had reached the same conclusion—he believed Wu Xian was the Black Emperor, the true sovereign of the dragon race, and he was now filled with dread for his daughter's future.

"Whether clown or echo machine, no matter what he is, he dies here today."

Wu Xian sensed Uesugi Katsuyori's complicated gaze but had no intention of explaining.

After all, as time passed, his strength would only grow stronger—by then, even if he claimed he wasn't Nidhogg, no one would believe him.

If so, he might as well accept it. And this was probably the very purpose of that little devil who had been helping him all along.

"Enough. You've seen everything you wanted to see. Now leave this Niflheim… Remember: protect Himeyuri's safety. Otherwise, even if you're my father-in-law and brother-in-law, I'll lose my temper."

With that, Wu Xian said no more. He wrapped himself in psychic force and launched skyward like a cannonball, hurtling straight toward Herzog.

With a muffled boom, a sonic cloud exploded violently. Beneath the protection of his psychic energy, Wu Xian's body scraped against the air with violent friction, as if bathed in flame.

At the same time, his body began to change.

His form swelled, rapidly surpassing two meters in height.

Scales sprouted across his skin like armor forged from bronze or crimson gold; steel-hard muscles rippled slowly beneath them, while his bones emitted faint popping sounds.

Then, a pair of membranous wings burst from his back, also covered in scales. In the glow of the flames, they resembled a burning cross—both sacred and monstrous.

Compared to Herzog, who bore a dragon's tail and resembled a Servant, Wu Xian now was the ultimate monster.

His body blended human and dragon, angel and demon—utterly divine, utterly evil, as if a paradox made flesh.

This transformation occurred because, during his last meeting with the Lunhuizhe Wu Xian, he had not only exchanged for 【Spiritual Command: Restriction】, but also obtained from the Master God a technique called "Blood Rage."

Originally developed by ancient half-breeds, this technique suppressed human will to force overwhelming expression of dragon genes, thereby increasing blood purity—hence it was also called "The Path to Deification."

Its side effects were extreme: once activated, it could not be stopped, and carried constant risk of falling into Servanthood. Even after centuries of refinement by the Camarilla and successive Lionheart Societies, little had changed, so it was banned.

But as always—the Master God's products are always top-tier.

Wu Xian's version of "Blood Rage" had reduced the side effects to nearly nothing.

At least, theoretically, before the fifth level of Blood Rage, as long as his mental strength was sufficient, he could preserve his human will to the maximum and avoid becoming a Servant.

Of course, even the minimum side effects still existed.

For example… extreme brutality!!

"Roar roar roar roar roar————!!!!"

Wu Xian opened his mouth wide and unleashed a bestial roar. The terrifying sonic wave rippled outward, causing the entire Niflheim to tremble faintly.

Seeing this, Herzog roared and charged forward—but if anyone could have seen his eyes at that moment, they would have detected a flicker of fear.

"Boom————!!!!"

Half a second later, the two monstrous figures crashed into each other with a blinding flash of white light, like a white lotus blooming.

Then they flew backward from the light, each retreating hundreds of meters before forcibly stopping—and immediately spread their wings, colliding again, over and over, relentless and unending.

Shockwaves erupted violently; every clash sent ripples of spatial tremors.

Wherever they passed, the earth cracked, mountains shattered.

All things were destroyed as easily as bubbles; waves of wind, born from their clashes, swept in all directions amid thunder and lightning, painting brilliant marks upon this apocalyptic scene.

Himeyuri saw this final scene.

Her crimson eyes brimmed with deep worry, yet she did not, like some TV drama heroine, recklessly try to aid the protagonist and become a burden.

She knew this was not her battlefield—especially with her Spiritual Command sealed, she had no right to even approach the combat zone.

"Don't worry, Himeyuri. Mr. Wu will be fine."

As the exit of Niflheim loomed ahead, Source Jisheng watched Himeyuri's solemn face, fearing his younger sister might do something foolish at the last moment.

"I'm worried—but I believe Godzilla. He will win!"

Saying this, Himeyuri quickened her pace, outrunning even her father and two older brothers as she rushed toward the entrance to the real world.

…

On the other side, the battle between the two monsters continued.

Their fighting rhythm grew faster, their range wider.

Soon, everything within ten kilometers had been reduced to shattered ruins and scorched earth. Hundreds of deep craters appeared out of nowhere, as if the land had been baptized by a true meteor shower—filling onlookers with awe.

This was the battle between Dragon Kings—equivalent to divine warfare for ancient humans.

Even today, without nuclear weapons, any weapon was as insignificant as a toy before them.

Boom boom boom————

Another muffled thunderclap rang out. The dense clouds above shattered. Two figures, like kites with severed strings, tumbled down to earth trailing fire.

The white figure representing Herzog smashed through several rock formations, then rolled like a skipping stone for hundreds of meters before finally stopping.

Upon closer look, his pale body was covered in large bruises and contusions, his face a bloody mess—as if he'd been dragged and ground into the ground, utterly pitiful.

Wu Xian, meanwhile, had crashed directly into the colossal bronze pillar, sliding down its rough surface to the ground. His body radiated intense heat; countless holes bled through his shattered scales.

Clearly, both had suffered injuries in the battle—but in terms of severity, Herzog clearly held the advantage.

No matter what—though in pure combat skill, Herzog couldn't catch up even if he grew two more pairs of wings, the White King's body was simply too formidable. His defense and regeneration had reached a supernatural level, making true structural damage nearly impossible.

In contrast, Herzog wielded the Ame-no-Murakumo—the world's sharpest weapon. Wu Xian's scales and flesh were effortlessly torn apart; in countless collisions, he was often pierced through.

Yet thanks to his bloodline and the power of Dual Hands, he continuously healed his wounds and charged back again—thus achieving this stalemate.

"Hahahaha! So that's it! So that's it! You're fake! You're fake!"

Herzog's wounds healed rapidly. He threw back his head and laughed loudly, raising the Ame-no-Murakumo in his claw toward Wu Xian, whose body streamed blood:

"You're not that great being! If you truly were, I'd be dead already! You're just a hollow imitation! You don't scare me!!"

Wu Xian paid no attention to the clown. He reached up, touched the wound piercing his heart, and muttered to himself.

"Annoying. Seems punching you to death won't be enough. I need a proper weapon."

"Heh! Now you think of getting a weapon? Isn't that a bit too late?"

Hearing Wu Xian's words, Herzog sneered mockingly, yet his claws tightened around the Ame-no-Murakumo, searching for the perfect opening to deliver a fatal strike.

"No, not too late. Because… it's right behind me."

Wu Xian's face twisted into a wild, ferocious grin. He spun around and slammed his palm against the bronze pillar behind him.

Divine Mechanism Hundred Refinements—Object Control: Activated!

(End of Chapter)