Chapter 542 Xia Mo vs. White King Herzog
No,

God,

Herzog soared high in the sky, stretching out his frosty body. Thousands of scales opened and closed one after another, sheening like mithril under the moonlight.

The wind was howling, and the dragon’s spine and tailbone swayed, forming a huge cross with its long wings, as if it was the symbol of God.

A few days ago, Herzog broke away from his despicable half-blood body, emerged from his cocoon as a butterfly, and realized his lifelong dream, becoming the second generation White King.

But Herzog’s joy was not strong. He could not be called a god because the blood flowing in his body came from a real god.

Herzog once believed that in the absence of the Black King, the newly born White King would inevitably become the overlord of the world. To this end, he planned for more than ten years, exhausting all his energy and deceiving the world.

However, in these short two months, Herzog has experienced too many changes and unexpected people and events, and now he has signed a slave contract and is willing to be a pawn.

Thinking about this humiliating experience, it was all because of the gray-haired person standing in the Skytree. Herzog had already learned from Lin Fenglong that the other party and the god did these things because of Xia Mo.

Lin Fenglong said that if it weren’t for Xia Mo, Herzog would have ascended to godhood according to his predetermined plan, and he and the god would not have shown up.

There is no doubt that Lin Fenglong did not finish the second half of his sentence. Herzog, who became a god, was just someone else’s wedding dress. How could the position of world hegemony be stolen by such a sinister villain?

But Herzog took it seriously.

“Xia Mo–!!” Herzog roared.

When you love someone, you shout out to the sky.

The same is true if you hate someone.

The only thing reflected in Herzog’s pupils was her figure.

On the other side, White King Herzog arrived. His Dragon King-level majesty was silent, invisible, and intangible, but it made every half-blood at the Amaterasu Observatory feel the suffocating pressure like a mountain pushing down on them. Some even half-knelt down, covering their chests with their hands, their faces pale.

Regardless of whether Herzog came to the throne legitimately or not, he is the White King, and the eight families of Sheqi are all descendants of the White King.

Now that you have seen your ancestors, why not bow to them?

Xia Mo waved her hand gently, and the pressure field formed at the observation station dissipated, and the members of the Sheqi Eight Families returned to normal.

Next came the first level of combat readiness. Eight groups of Eight-Winged Rotating Devices were activated, aiming at Herzog in the air and firing Demon-Breaking Dragon-patterned bullets. The sound was like the buzzing of a beehive, and alchemical shells fell like beans, pouring down a torrent of bullets.

Crackling.

The anti-dragon special attack bullets hit Herzog’s scales, which couldn’t even be considered a polish, but worse than a scrape. Herzog laughed coldly.

He shook his arms violently, like a conductor waving his baton vigorously, and the reinforced glass curtain walls of the Skytree shattered one after another. The fragmented mirror surface reflected the arc light of the cold moon and countless grinning figures of Herzog.

The elemental flows within dozens of kilometers on all sides of the Tokyo Skytree suddenly rioted, and the already unstable crustal plates collided. The Japan Meteorological Agency immediately announced that a moderate earthquake of magnitude 4.5 had occurred in Sumida Ward, Tokyo, and asked all citizens to evacuate to open areas.

This was just a simple attack from Herzog, but it could affect an entire district in Tokyo, causing ground collapse and casualties.

In Herzog’s eyes, the country of Japan, or rather the land and the deep sea on which it rests, are deconstructed to the smallest detail, just like a programming code mastered by a programmer, which can be manipulated at will.

For example, Japan has many volcanoes, the largest of which is Mount Fuji. Herzog could easily awaken these long-dormant volcanoes to cause huge earthquakes, causing Japan to fall apart overnight and fall into the ocean.

It is also possible to call for a tsunami to submerge cities such as Tokyo, Osaka, and Yokohama overnight, and eventually submerge the entire Japan.

Destroying an island nation overnight, in six hours, this is the ability of the White King Herzog.

If it weren’t for the fact that he was just born, Herzog, who had reached his peak, would have destroyed Japan even faster.

This power is so strong that it is despairing. Even if Angers faces the White King Herzog directly, he will feel fear deep in his heart. This is a biological instinct.

Fortunately, we have Xia Mo on our side, and her aura is enough to offset Herzog’s power.

The night wind rushed into the observatory with broken glass, blowing Xia Mo’s ponytail high. She walked out of the observatory against the wind, looking up at the graceful second generation of the White King and the complacent Herzog.

So ugly.

This is Xia Mo’s voice.

Not as pretty as my Eri.

There is nothing to talk about when enemies meet, everyone wants to kill each other. Xia Mo is not interested in watching Herzog’s clowning behavior. She enters the body of a dragon in sub-human form, with double horns on her forehead, scales as a helmet, and wings spread. The two images of the fairy’s charm and the devil’s majesty are perfectly integrated, which is both seductive and terrifying.

Compared to Herzog, who is two stories tall, Xia Mo is obviously smaller.

Herzog sneered, pulled out the spike from the tail, and held the sharpest sword in Japanese mythology in his hand. He couldn’t wait to cut Xia Mo into pieces and eat her as sashimi.

Get stronger, get stronger!
This is Herzog’s obsession.

In Herzog’s eyes, the beautiful Xia Mo is undoubtedly a delicacy and a feast.

But you need a big appetite and strong teeth.

Flapping her wings, Xia Mo flew towards Herzog and fought with him. Yuan Zhisheng rushed out of the observation station and watched the scene from the edge lookout. Even with his imperial eyesight, he couldn’t catch a glimpse of their fight. It was like two meteors entangled together and circling upwards.

As the parties involved, every blow between Xia Mo and Herzog was as loud as thunder, with a sonic boom that broke the speed of sound and a trailing flame.

The sea and the sky can both be battlefields for Xia Mo and Herzog, but the earth is not. If they really fight with all their might, it will be like a Japanese special effects drama… What have you protected?

In the troposphere where clouds are rolling, violent thunderclouds are brewing, pale lightning flashes by, and rolling frost spreads and attacks. The Yuncongtian Sword in Herzog’s hand is a magical weapon that can kill everything. Everything he sees will be cut in half by his magic!
But Herzog was surprised to find that he could not cut Xia Mo’s molten sword. The majestic power devoured the clouds, and the dark atmosphere emitted a burning bright light from the inside, like a hollow lamp.

Even Herzog felt a tongue of fire blowing towards him. Xia Mo’s transformation into a subhuman dragon was based on the White King, so her scales were as white as jade, but she was Surtur, the fire giant Surtur!

The firelight illuminated Xia Mo’s scales red, and the patterns on the girl’s irises were gold, iris purple, and blood diamond from the outside to the inside.

“Laevatain.” Xia Mo pronounced the words clearly. Her real name was Laevatain.

Levatin was originally a giant sword with a gorgeous, slender shape and a slightly curved blade. After Xia Mo read out its real name, it released its second stage form and turned into a thin sword that looked like a branch of wood with golden flames. Herzog was shocked at the sight of it.

Branch of Destruction, true damage.

When two brave men meet in a narrow road, the brave one wins. Xia Mo is not in a complete form and Herzog is not weak either. The latter does not have to be timid, but who can make him afraid of death? There is a scheming villain hidden in the noble dragon body.

Herzog flapped his wings and flew upwards, increasing his speed again to an unknown number of Machs, leaving Xia Mo with a flaming tail.

Xia Mo smiled gently, but her voice was not weak, but magnetic and had a hint of divinity.

Again.

Want to escape?
Xia Mo soars into the sky!

(End of this chapter)