Dragon Raja: History Simulator

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"Blasphemy!" countless Templar Knights shouted in anger.

However, at this moment, the city of Rome behind them was already bathed in golden light.

Attila's expression suddenly hardened, and his previous calm demeanor vanished instantly. He uttered two words softly: "Sister."

Having said that, he rushed towards Rome without hesitation, heading towards the city he had not been able to conquer for a month.

"My lord is here!" Leo I's eyes were filled with tears as he gazed at the miraculous scene behind him, then struck his scepter heavily.

In an instant, a mysterious power emanating from Rome silently descended upon this land where a life-or-death struggle was about to unfold.

Just as Attila was about to take flight, wings sprouted from his back, and he was about to spread them and fly away when suddenly, a tremendous force crashed down from above.

Leo I looked at Attila with a compassionate expression and said slowly, "God said that flight is his authority and no one shall transgress it."

No sooner had he spoken than Attila momentarily lost his ability to fly upwards.

Seeing this, Leo I retreated in time. Trigegios, however, acted decisively, leading the Knights Templar and other Roman guards in a silent charge towards Attila.

Attila looked anxiously at the situation in the city, his eyes filled with worry.

He instantly recognized the source of that power, and when he turned his gaze to the group of mixed-race people in front of him, he couldn't help but show a look of disgust.

"I don't have time to argue with you right now!"

Trijejus remained silent, his eyes fixed solely on the Dragon King before him, as if the entire world had vanished, leaving only this fateful duel.

His muscles suddenly bulged, his blood vessels surged, and his entire body stiffened as if it were cast from steel.

Almost instantly, Trijejus raised his bloodline to its limit, his entire body covered in pale blue dragon scales, and his pupils were filled with golden light.

This is the ancient "Path to Godhood," which grants immense power, but at the end of this path, one can only encounter demons.

"Fortunately, I didn't plan to go back alive anyway."

That's what Trijejus thought.

At this moment, compared to him, Attila, whom they considered the "Dragon King" and who looked handsome, seemed like a normal person.

Attila looked at him like this, muttered "Bronze Throne" under his breath, then sighed silently and said, "Very well, your wish will be granted!"

In the very first moment of the exchange, Trijejus was struck as if by a heavy blow, losing his right hand that was holding the sword, and fell heavily to the ground.

Before the Dragon King, who wielded immense power, he was as vulnerable as a child.

However, Trijejus did not come away empty-handed. At the cost of losing an arm, he pushed the unsuspecting Dragon King into the pool of mercury.

Flesh and blood intertwined with mercury, making a grating, unpleasant "ripping" sound.

This dragon king, who should have been skilled in battle, undoubtedly made a fool of himself at the very first meeting.

Chapter 51 Destined Death

At the same time, the God-King's Spear of Fate, like a bolt of lightning tearing through the sky, pierced through the endless vast heavens with an unstoppable momentum, stabbing straight towards the heart of the Dragon King Jormungandr.

This is a spear destined to hit its target. On this ancient land of Rome, it carries the curse of bygone years, yet, anchored by the spirit of the present, it gathers immense power.

Even Jormungandr, the Dragon King, had no chance of survival in the face of this meticulously planned assassination operation spanning 42 years.

Jormungandr had given up resisting. She had long ago placed her egg on her brother. Now that she was restricted, she was powerless to deal with a web that was being meticulously planned. She no longer made any futile struggles.

For some unknown reason, the moment she saw the spear pierce the sky, the Dragon Girl slowly closed her eyes, and the scene of her first meeting with the emperor flashed through her mind like a movie.

She and he ruled the same land, but belonged to different eras.

One is from a distant, ancient era, the other is from the present human era.

The years that separated them are immeasurable, yet they were both kings of this land.

In the final moments of her life, Jormungandr had a fleeting thought: she vaguely sensed that the two of them might never see each other again.

After all, one was a dragon king whose lifespan was as long as the heavens, and the other, despite having many secrets, still had human blood flowing through his veins.

However, this is for the best, Jormungandr suddenly thought.

If the two will never see each other again, then she will naturally be the only one to bear the pain of this separation.

And their blood oath was ultimately not broken.

In a sense, it can be considered a true "sharing of the same grave".

The spear of fate roared through the void, as if playing a lament for the final chapter of this destiny.

With a "whoosh," the spear tip pierced through flesh without any resistance, going straight through the heart. Almost instantly, half of the body was reduced to nothing, while the other half survived only by the momentum of the flowing blood.

Jormungandr vaguely felt a light tap on his shoulder.

She slowly opened her eyes, her pupils suddenly contracting, her once golden eyes now filled with darkness.

She was so surprised she couldn't speak, "You..."

She saw the emperor stand in front of her, his body shielding her from the spear that was meant to pierce her destiny.

In contrast, the entire side of the emperor's body, on the side of his heart, became charred and black, like coal that had taken thousands of years to form.

Incredibly, he was still breathing at that moment.

The emperor struggled to raise his hand; apart from his left hand, which was now charred, his right hand could still move.

He gently stroked the dragon girl's long, black hair, his voice weak yet tinged with a hint of teasing:

"What's wrong? Didn't we make a blood oath? I took this bullet for you, which proves that I wasn't hiding here to shift the blame."

As the emperor spoke, he paid no heed to the fact that his life was slipping away drop by drop with his blood. Blood gushed from the side without a heart, spreading towards the side where the heart had turned to charcoal, as if life was heading towards death.

Although the spear was still piercing the heart, it seemed that due to the emperor's desperate obstruction, it was powerless to continue thrusting backward. It remained frozen there, as if time itself had frozen, witnessing this tragic and shocking scene.

After she finished speaking, the Dragon Girl's tears welled up and fell onto the Emperor, but in an instant, they were quickly evaporated by the high temperature of his charred body, turning into a hazy mist that gently landed on her face.

Who would have thought that such a proud girl, as proud as a queen, would shed tears?

The emperor was momentarily stunned, but quickly turned away.

He lowered his head, looking at the spear that had pierced his heart, and turned slightly, shifting his body with difficulty.

The spearhead seemed to be making a futile struggle, but at this moment, it was powerless to continue towards its original target.

In that instant, it seemed as if the trajectory of destiny represented by the Spear of Destiny was torn to shreds by the all-knowing and all-powerful hand of Jehovah.

"I never thought I could actually block this spear," the emperor said in a low voice, not without emotion.

This was the first time in his life that he had faced this legendary Spear of Destiny. It combined the concept of weaponry from one of the seven great alchemical kingdoms of the dragon race with the cutting-edge technology of causal separation, carrying endless mystery and immense power. Yet now, he was forcibly blocking it with his mortal body.

"Sure enough, what Lu Mingfei can do, I can do too." This thought flashed through the emperor's mind.

Whether it was due to the simulator that seemed to have cheat codes or his special identity as a transmigrator, he successfully blocked the spear that symbolized supreme destiny.

He slowly released his right hand, which was still resting on the dragon girl's soft, long hair, and then placed it firmly on the handle of Gungnir, the spear of destiny that had pierced his heart, gripping it tightly with his five fingers.

In an instant, his palm was slashed by the sharp shaft of the spear, and the surrounding air became scorching hot due to the high temperature emanating from the spear. However, the emperor's face remained calm, and he showed no sign of pain.

With a slight exertion of his arm, he gently snapped the spear, which seemed indestructible and carried the power of endless destiny, into nothingness in an instant. Then, with a crisp snapping sound, the spear was completely broken in two.

The emperor chuckled and casually tossed the gun handle aside.

With a "bang," two sounds rang out almost simultaneously.

The sound of the gun butt hitting the ground overlapped with the sound of armor hitting the ground. One sound was extremely loud, as if mocking the high and mighty god-king, while the other was extremely soft, as if trying to cover up its own weakness. It was impossible to tell which sound was louder.

Almost at the same moment, the Emperor and the Dragon Princess slowly raised their heads, their eyes blazing, and looked at the god high in the sky—they both knew that their greatest enemy was still there.

The God-King's expression was equally grim. He had dismounted at some point, and was holding onto his mount tightly with one hand to prevent himself from falling to the ground, while one knee was already on the ground.

The sound that just came out was the sound of the God-King falling to the ground, unable to support the armor on his knees.

The scene of Romulus establishing Rome with his spear amidst cheers, contrasting sharply with the image of the god-king kneeling on the ground, is particularly interesting.

However, the God-King's expression was not the slightest bit unpleasant, nor did he display the artistic depth that he had shown in the past and the future. He stared intently at the emperor before him, whom he had recently addressed as "Your Majesty," with a look of horror on his face.

"Father."

Chapter 52 Donkey Cart Drifting

"Are you kidding me?"

The emperor couldn't help but laugh out loud, even though he was in terrible condition at the moment, far worse than the god-king before him.

But the laughter was still unrestrained. "I don't have an empire for you to inherit now," the emperor mocked.

However, as soon as he uttered the words, he suddenly saw that Odin, the king of gods in front of him, and Jormungandr, the dragon girl behind him, were both looking at him with extremely complicated expressions.

The emperor's laughter gradually subsided, as if an invisible hand had gripped his throat.

Jormungandr, wary of his seemingly weak older brother as if unsure of something, suddenly spoke:

"In the ancient Primordial Era, there was also the death of an 'Emperor'."

She emphasized the word "emperor," deliberately stressing it out.

Odin knelt on the ground, so weak that he could only hold onto his horse to avoid collapsing to the ground.

His eyes were wary as he stared intently at his sister across from him.

"The death of Nidhogg brought cheers from all," Odin said slowly, his voice filled with endless sorrow, "except for the kings."

He subconsciously touched his chest, which had no wounds, but felt an intense pain there, as if the long-ago pain had traveled through time and was now striking him clearly again.

"Those who attempt to assassinate the king will inevitably pay a heavy price. This is the biggest lesson we four monarchs learned from personally killing the Black King."

Odin stared with one eye at the equally wary Daenerys Targaryen, while his other eye, hidden by a black eyepatch and symbolizing wisdom, was fixed on the Emperor.

"After that battle, I lost my giant serpent form that roamed the world, and my brother also lost his giant wolf form that howled across the heavens and earth," the dragon girl explained gently, holding the emperor.

"We are currently only in a half-dragon, half-human form. We don't know how many years of recuperation it will take to truly restore our ancient mythological form."

Odin's face was deathly pale. Even though He had killed the Emperor, he was in agony as if he were the one who had been struck by Gungnir.

However, He slowly stood up, gently soothing His raging and restless mount with one hand, and seemed to have recovered.

He seemed to be bluffing, but no one could be sure. Jormungandr was also unwilling to fight Him at this time; she preferred to spend what she saw as their last moments together with the Emperor.

Moreover, she could sense that her brother would be arriving soon.

Therefore, she was even less in a hurry.