bookandnovel Chapter 972 Jörmungandr
Chapter 972 Jörmungandr
Chapter 972 Jörmungandr
Behind Lothar, Koko saw a huge black dragon shadow, which was not a physical entity that could be seen with the naked eye, but rather an existence like the imperial dragon aura of an Eastern dynasty.
After the black dragon appeared, it quickly occupied the entire sky.
"You too are destined for greatness."
A hint of surprise flashed across Kuo Kuo's face, then he frowned and said, "I should have thought of this sooner. If it weren't for the mandate of heaven, how could you, an unknown nobody, rise to become a king in such a short time?"
His voice quickly became calm: "Since everyone has their own destiny, let's see whose destiny will prevail in the end."
From that moment on, Kokochu finally regarded Lothar as a formidable enemy with whom he had to fight to the death.
Because this is a struggle for destiny, or, in Eastern terms, a "struggle for the Way," Kokochu, who claims to be the agent of the will of the Eternal Heaven, will absolutely not allow the "destiny of the Tatars" that he represents to be defeated in front of Lothar.
Previously, Kokochu actually harbored the idea of having Lothar deplete Jochi's military strength, and even causing losses to his rival, the Wusun Shaman.
When Jochi had no one else to rely on, he returned to the mountains to eliminate all injustice.
In this way, if Jochi wanted to establish his own "Urus", he would have to rely on him alone. His idea of establishing his own shamanic kingdom and placing divine authority above royal authority would become a reality.
Despite sensing the chilling killing intent emanating from Koko, Lothar's expression remained unchanged.
Not to mention that he still has many trump cards to play, even if this Kokochu really has the ability to kill him on the spot, he can rise from the ashes like a phoenix, or directly recreate his divine body from the Tree of Life and be resurrected.
“Mr. Kokochu, if you don’t take action soon, your so-called elite Tatar troops who are supposed to scourge the world will have to retreat in disgrace.”
Lothar pointed to the city walls below. The Wild Hunt Legion he summoned with the power of the second-level Prajna was virtually endless, and its combat strength was comparable to that of the Kheshig army. In time, the latter would naturally be unable to withstand it.
"Ah."
Seeing the undisguised mockery on Lothar's face, Koko retorted with a bitter laugh, "You asked for it!"
"I will show you that your false destiny is as fragile as a lie that can be punctured with a single puncture in the face of the will of the Eternal Heaven!"
What Koko just presented was merely a concrete manifestation of the will of Heaven. The will of Heaven is an invisible and intangible illusory existence. It was this celestial sorcerer who presented it to Lothar in a concrete form. It was dispelled, but it did not prove who was stronger or weaker.
He opened his palm, and a white skull, as white as jade, appeared in his hand.
Hiss—
A roar, like that of a snake or lizard, echoed through the sky.
For a moment, Lothar and the dragon Ladon beneath him had the strange feeling that their blood was frozen.
The next moment, a slender dragon, even larger than the demonic dragon Ladon, with a pure white body and covered in white scales, revealed its true form in the sky.
...
Inside the big tent.
Wusun stared intently at the white dragon bone on the table. He didn't really care what Kokochu was doing; he certainly wouldn't be secretly making peace with that Lothar Khan.
Koko claims to be a shaman who senses the spirit of heaven and earth and acts on behalf of the Eternal Heaven, so it is impossible for him to go against the will of heaven.
Opportunities to get up close to this rare dragon bone artifact are few and far between. Even someone as arrogant as Kuo Kuo Chu always treasured this artifact and was unwilling to show it to others easily.
Hunting high-level dragons is difficult enough, but legendary ancient dragons are even more difficult. After all, legendary ancient dragons are intelligent beings, thick-skinned, and naturally capable of flight. If they can't beat you, they'll always know to run away.
The materials are rare, but taming the unruly dragon spirit and crafting it into a dragon bone artifact is even more difficult.
Many dragons inhabit the vast frozen lands north of the Great Grassland, but the shamanic sect has never passed down any magical artifacts made by high-level dragons. The reason why dragons are not included among the Four Spirits is not because they are not strong enough, but because they simply cannot be made.
The white skull on the table is very smooth, suggesting it has been carefully polished. Upon closer inspection, one can clearly see many naturally formed patterns on it.
Wusun thought to himself that these patterns must contain the secrets of how Kokochu made such magical artifacts.
But after examining him closely for a long time, Wusun's face showed an increasingly puzzled expression.
These patterns don't look like traditional shamanic totems at all.
He moved closer, wanting to see more clearly, when a faint chill rushed towards him. He hurriedly dodged, only to find that the chill landed on his face, leaving only a slight coolness on the tip of his nose. It was hard to imagine that this was the very thing that had stirred up a blizzard in Wild Fox Ridge, nearly burying half of the Jin Kingdom's elite troops in the cold wave.
"These patterns look like a sealing array."
As soon as he finished speaking, the dragon bone artifact on the table suddenly disappeared without a trace. He thought that Koko didn't want him to discover the secrets of the treasure, but when he looked up, he saw a white demonic dragon stretching its body in the sky, facing the three-headed demonic dragon opposite it.
"They finally started fighting!"
Wusun felt no worry, but rather a sense of relief.
Not only was Jochi wary of Kokochu, but he was even more wary of this lawless fellow.
This guy's willingness to go all out to fight Nalosa Khan is a good thing for both himself and the Western Expeditionary Army.
...
At the same time, in the far north, in the deepest abyss of the Frozen Crown.
The obsidian dragon, slumbering atop the cliff, was suddenly awakened. Her enormous dragon eyes stared at the terrifying remains that covered the entire abyss—the World Serpent "Jormungandr," and her aura stirred slightly once more.
Over the past decade, the presence of Jormungandr has become increasingly agitated.
However, due to the decreasing number of dragons in the North, and the fact that although she possesses the power of a legendary ancient dragon, it is inherited and she is still young, her power is not as great as that of her predecessors, the "priests". She can only maintain the seal by increasing the frequency of the Dragon Festival.
Today, the gathering has been reduced to once every thirty years—thirty years is just enough time for a legendary ancient dragon to take a nap.
Among the Northern Dragons, the three most powerful dragon elders besides the Obsidian Dragon are all very old. Awakening them once every thirty years is a detriment to their lifespan.
The obsidian dragon sighed softly. When would this life of constant anxiety finally end?
The Dragon King from the south promised to resolve the sealing problem. She originally wanted to lead the northern dragons to migrate to the world summoned by the Dragon King, but the Dragon King decisively rejected this request.
The obsidian dragon flapped its wings, stirring up a gale, and flew into the canyon.
The closer she got to Jormungandr's remains, the greater the pressure she felt. Even though he had been dead for thousands of years, the remains still exuded a chilling aura that made her heart tremble. Any living thing that came near would be corrupted into a puppet by it.
She had to constantly draw upon the power within the remains of her ancestor Nidhogg in order to barely resist this erosion.
"It's the same as usual, nothing unusual."
The obsidian dragon could no longer withstand the pressure of this power and wanted to turn back.
Nidhogg's power is on the same level as Jormungandr, but the amount she can draw upon is limited. Even though Jormungandr is merely an aura emanating from a set of remains, it is not something she can easily withstand.
But after a moment's hesitation, she forced herself to fly toward the head where the aura of Jormungandr's remains was strongest—the agitation was happening one after another, and she couldn't rest easy until she found out the reason.
Soon, the obsidian dragon approached Jormungandr's massive, mountain-like head. A hint of human-like astonishment appeared on her face; the area where Jormungandr's aura should have been the strongest was surprisingly weak.
"Has Jormungandr's power weakened?"
This was enough to trigger a cataclysmic disaster. The World Serpent, which could only be barely suppressed by Nidhogg's remains, had not weakened even after countless years. At this moment, the Obsidian Dragon could clearly sense the emptiness within it.
The obsidian dragon was initially relieved, but was quickly frightened by the speculation that surfaced in its mind.
"Damn it, could it be that Jormungandr's remains, like myself, gave birth to a new spirit, carrying a portion of the power within the remains, and escaped the seal?"
Thinking of this, the obsidian dragon suddenly straightened up and let out a series of dragon roars.
She is preparing to convene another round of the Great Dragon Ceremony.
Whatever the truth is, she must keep the seal firmly in place.