Chapter 167: Indra's Wrath "Norma, report the target's situation!" Angers stood in the temporary command center of the Tokyo branch of Kassel Academy. His low voice carried an unprecedented solemnity. His eyes were fixed on the red alarm signal on the command screen, his fingers tapping lightly on the table, as if waiting for some unknown result. As the Sword of Heaven fell, Angers, dozens of kilometers away, could still feel the earth shaking. For a moment, he even thought that Japan would be sunk by the nuclear bomb. A few seconds of silence seemed like centuries. "Principal," Norma's electronic voice sounded quickly, her tone calm but with a sense of oppression, "The Sword of Scourge has successfully hit the target. The energy release in the core area of the explosion has reached the design limit. The shock wave of the nuclear warhead completely covers the designated range. At present, the area within a radius of ten kilometers has been completely destroyed. The seawater in the area has been evaporated by the high temperature, forming a huge vacuum, and a secondary collapse effect is occurring." "Secondary collapse?" Angers frowned slightly, and his voice became even deeper: "Where is the White King? Did he eliminate the target directly?" Norma's tone was emotionless, but every word hit Ange's heart like a hammer: "The White King has not been completely killed. The attack of the Sword of Condemnation failed to completely destroy the target. Its core area is still active. A very high intensity of life energy reaction is detected, but... the target has been severely damaged. Its range of activity has been significantly reduced. The outer scales have fallen off in a large area, and the overall energy fluctuation has dropped by 57%." Hearing this result, a hint of disappointment emerged on Angers' calm face, but more of it was deep fatigue. He exhaled lightly and turned his eyes to the other people in the command room with a serious look: "Even the Sword of Condemnation can only cause it to suffer heavy damage... The White King's revival is indeed the most serious threat in human history." The vice-president at the side said with a serious face: "Although the Sword of Condemnation failed to completely kill the White King, it did disrupt the White King's recovery process. At least in the short term, the White King can no longer complete his complete evolution... This is good news." His tone sounded calm, but the worry in his eyes could not be concealed. Ange was silent for a few seconds, then walked to the huge tactical map and gently pointed his finger at the location of the Japanese waters: "Norma, where is the White King now?"
Norma quickly called up the latest satellite images. In the infrared imaging, a huge heat source was still moving slowly in the area off the coast of Japan. The surrounding sea area was completely dyed red, with countless cracks and turbulent currents intertwined, as if the gates of hell were slowly opening. "White King is currently located at the core area of the explosion of the Sword of Condemnation off the coast of Japan," Norma reported. "The target's movement speed has obviously slowed down, but it is still approaching Tokyo. It is expected to arrive in Tokyo in an hour." "One hour?" Ange's expression became even uglier. He clenched his fists slightly, and murderous intent surged in his eyes. "So, the Sword of Condemnation has not changed its plan. Tokyo is still its target." "Principal," Norma continued, "The White King's domain is gradually spreading. Although it is currently severely damaged, the domain has begun to cover the periphery of the explosion area and is eroding the surrounding natural environment. The latest monitoring data shows that the concentration of air and water elements around Tokyo is changing abnormally." "Mutation?" Angé raised his head and stared at the screen. "Yes." Norma quickly displayed a set of data charts. "The spread of the White King's positive domain is affecting the basic element circulation in the atmosphere, causing climate abnormalities in some areas. The sea level is dropping at an abnormal rate. A new round of dragon ecosystems may form in low-lying areas. If it is not contained, Tokyo will completely fall into the dragon domain within 24 hours. By then, even ordinary humans will be directly affected." The other professors and people from the equipment department in the command room looked at each other in bewilderment, with anxiety and fear written all over their faces. The failure of the Sword of Retribution completely shattered their belief in "nuclear deterrence", and the existence of the White King was beyond all the rules they knew. "Anger, we must make a decision as soon as possible. If we allow the White King to continue approaching Tokyo, not only Japan, but all of us will be completely cut off from retreat." "Of course I know!" Angers voice was as sharp as a knife, but he quickly calmed down, and a cold light flashed in his eyes. "There's no time, look outside..." Flamel pointed outside and said, the sky outside was completely occupied by the White King's figure that blocked out the sun. Its huge membrane wings spread out, as if tearing the entire sky apart. It hovered in the air, and its huge scales flashed dazzling light in the embers and thunder after the explosion. Each piece seemed to be made of ice and steel, which made people shudder. The White King's dragon pupils were like golden whirlpools, looking down at everything below from above, as if an ancient god had come to the world with the pressure of heavenly punishment. Its breath was still violent, but it revealed a hint of steady murderous intent, a kind of coldness that transcended the instincts of living things, as if it was judging the world. "Didn't they say it would take an hour? How come it appeared over Tokyo so quickly?" Flamel's face looked very ugly. Ange did not answer. His eyes were fixed on the White King outside the window. There was a heart-pounding coldness in his eyes. His hand slowly placed on the folding knife at his waist, as if waiting for an opportunity. "Norma!" Ange said in a deep voice, with unquestionable majesty in his voice, "Has the White King's dragon domain already affected Tokyo?" Norma's voice sounded quickly, still calm and efficient: "Report to the principal, according to the latest data, the White King's domain has begun to cover the outer areas of Tokyo, the temperature is dropping rapidly, and the concentration of dragon elements in the air is increasing. Ordinary humans may become comatose or even have organ failure symptoms in a short period of time. It is estimated that it will take another six hours to completely cover Tokyo." "Six hours..." Angers frowned. He quickly glanced at the tactical map in the command room. The area around Tokyo on the map was covered by a circle of light blue halo. That was the boundary of the dragon territory, and this halo was compressing inward at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if the scythe of the god of death was approaching step by step. "The domain it releases can actually directly affect humans..." said a professor from Kassel College who rushed over. His voice was low and full of despair. "This is beyond our understanding of the power of the dragon race. It doesn't seem like it's reviving. It's more like a god that has fully awakened." Ange glanced at him coldly: "Don't be in a hurry to sing a dirge, we still have time." "Time?" Flamel said beside him, "Ange, you know that the Sword of Condemnation is the most powerful weapon we can mobilize, and that thing can't even seriously injure it! Now it's over Tokyo. We can't drop a second Sword of Condemnation over Tokyo. What else do you want to use to stop it? Use those students from the academy?"
Ange took a deep breath, turned around and looked at everyone in the command room. His eyes swept over everyone, and his tone was cold and firm: "Everyone, this is our last battle. There is no retreat and no second chance." "Whether Tokyo can survive and the world can continue depends on our determination today." After he finished speaking, he turned and walked towards the door, his black coat rippling slightly under the light. Flamel quickly followed him and whispered, "You will go into battle yourself?" "Of course." Ange said without turning his head, and then raised the sword box on his back, "The Seven Deadly Sins, the strongest alchemical knife made by Norton, the King of Bronze and Fire, specifically used to kill the Dragon King. We can only rely on it from now on." Ange pushed open the iron door leading to the rooftop, and an icy wind immediately blew in his face, bringing with it a sharp chill. His black coat fluttered in the strong wind, and the sky in front was completely obscured by the huge figure of the White King, who was hovering in the air. His golden dragon eyes were like two cold suns, staring at Ange's tiny body. He slowly took off the sword box in his hand and placed it on the rooftop. The box looked ordinary, with only a simple bronze border, but inside it was the most powerful alchemical knife. Ange unsealed the sword case, and the lid opened with a click. Seven knives of different shapes lay quietly in the case, emitting a faint light, as if waiting for their master's call. "Norton... I hope the weapon you make will not disappoint me." Ange gently placed his hand on the handle of one of the knives. It was a long knife as black as ink, with complex alchemical runes engraved on the blade, faintly glowing with a fiery red light. - A blue blade of light cut through the sky like a roaring dragon, rushing towards Lu Mingfei with unrivaled destructive power. The surrounding air cracked into countless cracks under its pressure, and the space was like a torn canvas. Dark cracks continued to spread, and the violent energy fluctuations plunged the entire Tokyo into a vortex of storm. On the battlefield, the blue blade of light was about to hit Lu Mingfei, but he remained motionless, his eyes cold, and the dark sun slowly rotated behind him, like a devouring eye of the abyss, taking in everything around him. "It's too noisy." He whispered. His voice was not loud, but it sounded like thunder rolling across the sky and earth. Just when the blue blade was about to touch Lu Mingfei, the two swords in his hands were slightly raised, and black and blazing white flames suddenly ignited, like a world-destroying torrent gushing out from the abyss. He swung the knife. "Boom!" A blade light that was even more intense than the blue light blade swept out. It was the ultimate brilliance interwoven with pitch-black and blazing white. As the blade passed, time seemed to stop at that moment. All sounds were suppressed. The whole world was so quiet that only the low hum of the blade breaking through the air could be heard. The blue light blade was torn into countless pieces in an instant when it touched the knife light. The violent energy was as vulnerable as paper in front of the knife light. Then, the blazing white and black knife light continued to move forward, covering the man in gorgeous clothes in mid-air. "Impossible!" The man in fancy clothes roared hysterically, and the wind around him instantly turned into countless storm shields surrounding him, trying to block the terrifying sword light. However, the storm shields could not last even for a second under the attack of the sword light, and they shattered like fragile glass, and dark blue fragments fell like raindrops. The blade flashed across, and the shock wave tore a bottomless crack in the earth. Everything on the square was completely destroyed by the destructive force, and only endless silence and the ashes of destruction remained between heaven and earth. The man in gorgeous clothes in mid-air was blown away by the aftermath of the sword. His right arm covered with dragon scales was cut off. His blood turned into blue spots of light and scattered in the night sky. He staggered to steady his body, but the arrogance on his face was gone, replaced by deep disbelief. "You are at most a juvenile, not even a sub-adult. How can you be so strong?" "But do you think it's the end? Only the one who holds power can be called a true king!" The broken arm of the man in gorgeous clothes was restored in an instant, and thunder began to appear in his hand. The sky suddenly darkened, as if an invisible giant hand had blocked the stars and the moonlight. Dark clouds gathered in an instant, thunder roared from the depths of the sky, and silver-blue lightning raged in the clouds like an angry dragon. The air was filled with a suffocating sense of oppression. The man in gorgeous clothes stood in mid-air, with mad flames burning in his golden dragon eyes. His broken arm recovered in a very short time, and even his scales became more dazzling and solid, as if they had been tempered by thunder. A huge shadow emerged behind him. It was a tall ancient body surrounded by the rage of thunder. Its limbs were as heavy as mountains, and every tentacle of lightning exuded destructive power. “Word Spirit: Indra’s Wrath…” Lu Mingfei raised his head, the shadow reflected in his dark pupils, his tone was terrifyingly calm, “It seems that you are starting to get serious. Word Spirit: Indra's Wrath, serial number 116, full name "Ancient Power Manifestation: Indra's Wrath", only those Word Spirits that are considered to be the exclusive power of the Dragon King can be named "Ancient Power Manifestation", and hybrids cannot inherit or awaken such super Word Spirits on their own. The ones that are as famous as it are Zhulong, the King of Bronze and Fire, Shiva Karma, the King of Earth and Mountains, and the Oracle of the White King. " "Seriously?" The man in fancy clothes sneered in a low voice, his voice revealing an arrogance that was difficult to conceal. "You are just a juvenile, you don't understand the true power of the Dragon King at all! Do you think you can challenge the ancient authority with just a knife? Naive! Today, I will let you understand what a true king is!" As his words fell, thunder surged towards his body like a tide, and a huge lightning spear condensed in his hand. The light was so bright that people could not look directly at it. It was a weapon forged completely by pure thunder power. It seemed like a pillar that could penetrate the sky and the earth. The surface of the spear was engraved with ancient dragon runes, and every pattern exuded an ancient and sacred pressure. "The wrath of Indra, thousands of thunders descend upon the world!" The man in gorgeous clothes suddenly pointed his spear at the sky and let out a deafening roar. Before he finished speaking, the entire night sky of Tokyo was completely ignited by thunder. Countless lightning bolts fell from the sky like waterfalls. Each lightning bolt was as thick as a mountain and smashed into the earth, turning the entire battlefield into a purgatory of thunder. The earth was torn apart by lightning, countless tall buildings collapsed in an instant, and blue-white flames ignited on the ground. Those were the hot marks left after the thunder burned out the air. Lu Mingfei's figure was submerged in endless lightning. His body looked small and lonely, as if he would be completely swallowed up in the next second.
(End of this chapter)