Chapter 595 Become a Round God

The silver-haired girl shuttled through the buildings like lightning. One magnificent Gothic building after another collapsed like dominoes. The black dragon behind her was spewing fire from its nostrils and sweeping its wings, destroying everything in its path.

Now, Xia Mo, who is fighting against the Black King Nidhogg, has the characteristics of different powers in her body.

Xia Mo has silver hair and snow-white scales, and a charming and fit body. She is like a wild elf as she breaks into the vast snowfield.

The colors of her irises from the outer to the inner circle are molten gold, splashed ink, and blood diamonds, symbolizing dragon blood, death, and fire respectively. The three forces merged harmoniously into the girl’s body, giving Xia Mo the power to compete with Nidhogg.

By accident, Xia Mo arrived at the safe haven she wanted to visit, but she had no time to take care of anything else. The only thing in her eyes was Nidhogg, whose health bar seemed to have no bottom, and the indistinct shouts of the mixed-bloods around her.

“It’s not a good idea to go on like this,” Xia Mo dodged Nidhogg’s overwhelming attack while quickly thinking of a countermeasure. “A protracted war is not in my favor. It looks like I have to win with one move!”

At this time, Lu Mingfei flew over to support. He quickly glanced at Lu Lincheng in the crowd. Originally, this father and son should have had endless words to say, but now there was only indifference and strangeness.

“Ming Fei, how long can you hold Nidhogg back?” Xia Mo asked.

“Seventeen seconds.” Lu Mingfei replied.

“…Enough!” Xia Mo nodded heavily, with madness flashing in her eyes. She showed her fangs and said viciously.

Lu Mingfei did not ask any more questions. The battlefield was changing rapidly. He thought he and his senior had a good understanding, so he followed Xia Mo’s instructions.

Lu Mingfei raised the golden holy sword in his hand and recited a syllable that should not exist in this era.

The golden holy sword suddenly split into seven pieces, each of which had its own powerful energy. If it were placed in another world, it would definitely be called the sword of the brave.

The golden holy sword hit Nidhogg again and again, and Nidhogg stopped where he was and roared.

The space around Him vibrated like ripples in a pond. Unlike the “self-deception” of time zero, a large-scale time suspension area was activated, and everything in the neighborhood came to an abrupt stop.

When the first powerful holy sword flew into the time-stopping field, the dazzling luster of the sword instantly faded, and the speed of light slowed down visibly to the naked eye, as if it was captured.

But the next flying sword pressed against the hilt of the previous flying sword, and relied on some kind of brute force to push it forward.

Lu Mingfei and Nidhogg began to confront each other, and a fierce battle of invisible laws took place.

Nidhogg was unable to deal with Xia Mo, but black and purple prismatic minerals sprouted from beneath his feet like bamboo shoots in spring, growing in clusters like flowers, protecting the throne.

Prismatic ore is not ore, but the weathered remains of corpses. They burn with flames, and as the flames flicker, dead dragons crawl out in the form of phantom remains.

They serve as the Black King’s followers and servants, numbering in the tens of thousands. Each one is at least three generations strong, with many being second generation and even one or two first generation.

In the predetermined scenario, this invincible army will cross the ocean and sweep across Siberia, expanding and invading in all directions, and human warships, missiles and artillery will not be able to effectively destroy them.

Eventually, Nidhogg regained some strength, and used elemental forces to make the entire Earth’s crust move, meteors fall into the atmosphere, mountains erupt, and the oceans boil.

The world is coming to an end.

The dead dragon roared, offering absolute loyalty to the great emperor. Under the ice and snow, black and purple figures spread rapidly like a plague. A large number of hybrids died in wailing, and when they stood up again, they became Deadpools.

While Lu Mingfei was mediating with Nidhogg, Xia Mo was not idle either. She retracted all her inhuman features, and her skin even turned as pale as a porcelain doll, as if she had suffered a severe injury, returning to the attributes of a sickly girl.

In the fierce snowstorm, Xia Mo’s long hair fluttered in the wind like ink. Her eyes were filled with fatigue. Her slender figure could fall down at any time, but she stood firm.

Others would use blood-blasting techniques to strengthen their bodies and the effects of their words when faced with life and death situations.

Xia Mo did the opposite. She compressed all her strength into one point, including her boiling dragon blood, in exchange for a chance to win with one move.

The Branch of Destruction turned into an ancient long sword with no inscriptions on the blade, just like a branch that can be seen everywhere.

Xia Mo made the movements of Iai Slash and restrained her breath. Iai Slash is a move that brings speed and strength to the extreme. Once it is used, even the user cannot predict where the sword will cut.

The undead dragons attacked Xia Mo quickly, but they could only go so far and could not cross over. The invisible realm would kill any dragons that broke in. It seemed transparent and empty, but it was actually filled with death. Xia Mo wanted to use the power of death to give Nidhogg a weakness of death.

Nidhogg soon noticed the situation on Xia Mo’s side. In his eyes, Xia Mo was not a petite girl but a blurry shadow. Sometimes she was a ferocious giant, sometimes a roaring white dragon, and sometimes a masked goddess with drooping eyes…

Finally, the light and shadow merged into one, revealing a girl with gray hair and gray eyes. Slowly – breaking – anxiously, Xia Mo suddenly drew her sword. Obviously, the other party was far away from Nidhogg, but before she could change her mind, the other party’s sword was pointed at him.

The next moment, Nidhogg’s huge body fell down. Xia Mo cut a hundred meters long with one sword. A thin wound like a line suddenly appeared on Nidhogg’s body. This simple and unpretentious slash cut off the “eyes” that supported Nidhogg’s body.

Teacher Daye’s authority is quite useful at this time.

The magnificent dragon, the invincible black king in the world, fell into a deep sleep again due to the lack of spiritual body and encounter with Xia Mo. As for the next time, no one knows how long it will take, and he doesn’t even have the chance to predict it.

According to the description of the myth, the battle when the Black King is resurrected must be extremely tragic, nine-tenths of the world’s creatures will be forced to be involved, the continent will be broken up again, and the ocean will drop dozens of meters in altitude…

But it’s all over.

The end was even a little sudden.

Xia Mo’s hair had turned completely white, including her eyebrows and eyelashes. Apart from her appearance, she did not have any youthful color at all. She had an old and dying air, as if the knife had been cut at the cost of her life.

“What a useless body.” Xia Mo muttered softly, and the girl’s words were drowned in the wind and snow.

Lu Mingfei sensed the Black King’s life force dissipating and looked at Xia Mo with joy, only to see her fall down.

“Senior sister!” Lu Mingfei’s eyes were red with anger and he rushed to save her.

Cassell College, Chicago.

Xia Mi, Nono and others gathered in the dormitory to listen to the information conveyed by Norma. The Black King in the Arctic has revived, and the world of mixed-bloods is in turmoil. Governments around the world are attracted by the movements in the Arctic and have sent icebreakers and fighter jets to investigate.

The world is about to fall into chaos.

Nuonuo and Renren looked worried about Xia Mo’s safety. Xia Mi didn’t say anything. She looked uninterested and uneasy.

“I always have a bad feeling.” Xia Mi muttered.

“What bad feeling?” Nuonuo heard it and turned to ask.

“Who knows?” Xia Mi shrugged, scratched her head randomly, and gave up. “Anyway, I have an agreement with her that she will come back safely…”

“Forget it, I’d better go find her. I don’t want to be a shrew.” Xia Mi stood up, put on her coat, and left without looking back.

……

A blank little garden world.

Seraphim sat upright on the Iron Throne, legs crossed, looking down at Xia Mo who was touching her cheek with a bit of embarrassment.

“Sister, half an hour after you kill Nidhogg, the Ragnarok will officially begin, and gods named Zeus, Brahma, Allah, etc. will wake up…”

When Seraphim said this, Sanwu smiled like a daisy, “The world is hopeless. I want to create a new cycle.”

Xia Mo naturally couldn’t let Seraphim succeed, so she raised her hand to stop him, “There must be other ways. How do you know it won’t work if you haven’t tried it? The people of the world haven’t given up resistance yet.”

Seraphim said grimly, “Sister, you have become indecisive. Have you forgotten your mission?”

Xia Mo remained silent.

“We have only one mission from the beginning to the end, and that is to fight against the ‘lumberjacks’. No matter how powerful a civilization is, no matter how powerful it is, it is useless in front of the harvesters of civilization.”

Seraphim said calmly, “Then the atmosphere will disappear, the sun will go out, and the universe will perish. No one can stop it, but we must stop it.”

“If it is not stopped, civilization will never survive.” Xia Mo continued.

“Seraphim, I know,” Xia Mo looked up at Seraphim and walked towards her step by step, “I have never forgotten that mission.”

The ultimate crisis that Xia Mo has to face is the unknown existence in the universe. Her true identity is the Original Man, or it can be said that there was once a super-developed and glorious civilization on Earth, and the technology tree was lit up to a level far beyond the current Earth.

But after observing the existence of the ‘lumberjack’, there is still nothing that can be done. It’s like a computer. If the three-dimensional creature wants to delete the data, can you resist?
Later, this civilization was completely destroyed due to civil war and other reasons.

Xia Mo is the last survivor of that civilization. She gathered the power of that civilization to create the Iron Throne supercomputer, whose purpose is to calculate the possibility of avoiding the lumberjacks.

Now, facing Seraphim’s questioning, Xia Mo gave her answer.

Xia Mo came in front of Seraphim, patted her head gently with one hand, and with the other hand, the palm facing up, a fire was burning, small but bright.

“Sister, what do you mean…” Seraphim was puzzled.

“This is the solution.” Xia Mo said, “I want to stack boxes. I want to… become a round god.”

(End of this chapter)