Dragon Raja: History Simulator

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For Burry, his birth was merely a substitute for Nidhogg, created by his brother Odumbra out of loneliness. He was born hating the Black Emperor, even though without the Black Emperor Nidhogg, he might not have existed.

Nevertheless, Buri's birth was still flawed; he was not born a "supreme being," and like the White Emperor Yggdrasil, he needed to be supplemented through birth.

The White Emperor usurped the power of his younger brother at birth, and later usurped the power of the Elders' Council, thus becoming the so-called "Supreme."

But Burri didn't have that opportunity or time. His only option was to devour his brother Odumbra, just like Nidhogg did, in order to become the new "Supreme".

And that is the Black Emperor's goal. He wants to kill his brother completely because he is the only one who can completely replace him. He is terrified of this possible future, but the connection between the twins prevents him from killing his brother completely.

However, he was not afraid of the newly born "Supreme". He firmly believed that if he could kill the White Emperor, then he could also kill this third Supreme.

Just like his mythological image as a "primordial cow," Odembra was born as a tool to sustain life and reproduction. He had no ambition or great dreams, and his only aversion was loneliness.

His brother Nidhogg represents eternal solitude.

……

In the world of their minds, the brothers' conversation continues, and the drifting snow cannot stop their argument.

The boy looked at his brother, his face full of sorrow, tears streaming down his face, then freezing into ice crystals that fell like snowflakes.

"Brother, in your presence, am I the same as Nidhogg? Am I one of those beings who would choose to devour you for some so-called power and strength?"

The devil shed tears, as if reminiscing about something, and threw the fish his brother had caught back into the ice cave, watching as this life returned to freedom.

The boy didn't say a word until the devil's crying stopped, then he stiffened his neck and said another sentence:

"Who knows? This world has always been like this. My birth itself was meant to serve as food for others. From Ymir to you, he was the leader of the giants, and you are the progenitor of the gods."

The young man was somewhat bewildered. He lay quietly on the frost, letting the biting ice and snow soak into his skin and seep into his blood.

Only when he felt the boundless cold did he feel alive, rather than merely a delicious meal waiting to be enjoyed by his "master".

He murmured, "I am nothing."

He ignored his brother's so-called "this is his era" rhetoric; he saw further than Bury.

The "giants" in mythology represent the dragon race in reality, but who are the "gods" in mythology?

Only humans remain.

They were truly born at the end of the reign of the White Emperor Yggdrasil, who personally bestowed upon them the apple of "wisdom," sharing with them the authority of "words of wisdom" and "alchemy," as generously as a god.

Back then, dragons weren't as accustomed to walking in the world in human form as they are now. They were all different kinds; some resembled whales, some looked like hippos, and so on...

There are nine kinds of dragons, each different, but they are all the same.

After the defeat of the White Emperor Yggdrasil, Odumbra knew that the era of the dragons was over, and their remaining power was used to exchange for a "Supreme," a Supreme named Yggdrasil.

After that, the Black Emperor redistributed power from Buri, that is, from him, to create the four monarchs.

However, all four monarchs are accustomed to walking in the world in "human form." Odin and Loki, the first to be born, are practically human except for their dragon blood.

The Black Emperor later corrected this mistake by restricting each Dragon King to a "mythical form" and giving them all the form of a dragon.

However, both he and Odembra were very clear that these people, compared to the elders of the past, were more like humans than dragons.

He closed his eyes, no longer looking at his younger brother, and whispered...

"You can leave now! Let me have some peace and quiet here."

Chapter 107 Execution Ground

When Freya, the Queen of the Ocean and Water, returned to her home, everything had completely changed.

Her brother Frey was bound to a bronze pillar, covered in blood.

Beneath the bronze pillar lies a clear spring, its water so clear that one can clearly see the group of creatures used for execution beneath it—the Ghost-toothed Dragon Viper.

The Demontooth Viper is a legendary creature used by dragons as a form of torture. It can gnaw on steel and digest dragon bones. Nobles who commit serious crimes are punished by being bound to bronze pillars and sunk into the deep sea, where a large swarm of demontooth vipers will devour the nobles and bronze pillars together.

Normally, due to the influence of their bloodlines, these tiny lives are not even worth the Dragon Kings' attention. The mere "royal domain" emanating from them is enough to make these lives fear and stay away.

However, now, within the domain of the Black Emperor Nidhogg's Word of Power, even the Dragon King, like ordinary dragons, is unable to intimidate these executioners through bloodline intimidation.

These ferocious creatures lingered in the clear spring, leaping upwards from time to time, coveting the two fresh carcasses before them.

Compared to their ancestors, these Ghost-toothed Dragon Vipers are incredibly lucky; they are able to taste the flesh and blood of a Dragon King and a being close to "Supreme".

This is something that many people wouldn't even dare to dream of.

Freya looked at her brother, who was bound to the bronze pillar, and tears streamed down her face. She almost rushed forward to save her brother.

At that moment, Wang Anzhi stopped her, because he saw the Black Emperor Nidhogg hovering high in the sky, looking down at the "ministers" who had come to witness his execution.

Most of them were very restless. In the absence of order and the fierce wars that lasted for thousands of years, these people had long lost their inner awe of the emperor. Their eyes were filled with only greed, thinking, "I can take his place."

Among them, the four monarchs were an anomaly. Compared to these greedy second-generation races, the four monarchs, being first-generation races, were paired up, each with unease in their eyes.

If it weren't for the immense advantages bestowed upon them by their bloodline and the fact that he kept them within the confines of Europa, Nidhogg even suspected that these most "well-behaved" children of his would have been devoured alive by those younger generations whose eyes were filled with greed.

Their weaknesses are so great that they don't even bother to hide them.

This……

well.

Wang Anzhi looked at the Black Emperor. This was the first time he had ever seen this emperor in person. He was flying in the sky, his body so large that it could block out the sun, like a mountain range stretching across the sky with no end in sight.

The towering bronze pillar looked like a child's toy compared to his claws and fangs, while the two kings bound to the pillar looked like two ants crawling on the toy.

He was still clinging tightly to Freya's figure as she tried to move forward, but of course he couldn't catch her.

But at the same time, Jormungandr, on his other side, grabbed Freya. As the controller of "force," her strength far surpassed Wang Anzhi's, and even more so Freya's.

Her lips moved slightly, but she didn't utter a sound. However, both of them understood what she wanted to say.

"You're crazy."

Freya was not insane, but the pain of losing her loved ones seemed insignificant compared to going mad.

She didn't care whether the Black Emperor hovering high in the sky could hear her; she just squatted down, crying, and shouted, "I just want to save my brother!"

Now, the previously silent atmosphere shifted entirely to the weeping Miss Freya.

Most of the second-generation dragons scattered around the world have never seen the four monarchs; the Black Emperor intentionally kept them on the other side of dragon society.

The other half of a dragon twin is indeed a challenge for most people, but most of them overcome this innate emotion, or rather, "weakness."

When these people first saw that even the four supreme monarchs could reveal such insignificant "cowardice," everyone's eyes changed color.

Their gazes toward the four monarchs were no longer merely one of respect or awe, but rather held a multitude of indescribable expressions.

Of course, they didn't utter a sound or whisper. Under the watchful eye of the Black Emperor Nidhogg, no one dared to make such a move.

But everyone seemed to realize that not all four monarchs were as powerful as they thought.

Not all of them are like Odin, able to wield the "Wrath of Indra," or like Fenrir, able to perform the "Dance of Shiva," or like Norton, wielding the sword that is said to be able to burn the world.

There are also the weak among them.

Frey was bound to the bronze pillar, his whole body wracked with pain, but none of that could compare to the agony he felt in his heart.

He noticed his sister the moment she arrived. She came with her brothers, Fenrir, King of the Earth and Mountains, and Jormungandr. But that wasn't what pained him the most. What pained him the most was the man beside his sister.

He could feel the trust his sister had in him.

So heartbreaking.

"Is that your sister?" Burry, who was standing to the side, had opened his eyes again at some point, and his gaze toward the audience had turned cold once more.

The young child who poured out his heart has gone, and what has returned is a king who seems to look down upon the world.

“You never thought of bringing her into our business, and now I think I see why.”

Bree laughed, but Frey knew that such laughter was better to him than praise.

He said calmly, "Freya is still a child. She shouldn't have stepped onto our battlefield and suffered the pain we are experiencing now..."

As he spoke, a ghost-toothed dragon viper silently leaped up. Unable to suppress its desires, it crawled into Frey's body and began to devour his flesh and even his bone marrow.

The Dragon King's bloodline and the authority of "life" allowed flesh and bone marrow to regrow, which was like an inexhaustible granary for the Ghosttooth Dragon Viper, but also caused Frey even more pain.

The Black Emperor in the sky also witnessed this scene, but he did not stop it. At this moment, Odin and Loki, the kings of the sky and wind, arrived together with Norton and Constantine, the kings of bronze and fire. These two monarchs, who should have been the most antagonistic, actually came together.

In addition, the next generation of beings who came to witness the execution have also arrived one after another, without exception, including those elders from the previous era who huddled on the east coast.

The Black Emperor intended for his subjects to see the consequences of disloyalty.

But he was disappointed. After only a slight frown, Frey regained his composure and quietly said:

"Now let us await our father's judgment together!"

Chapter 108 Levatin

"I wonder what punishment the Black Emperor will impose on Frey?" Loki smiled, admiring the Lord of the Sea and Water bound to the bronze pillar. He seemed to show little pity, but no one knew if that was his true thought.

"He is not important. What is important is that mysterious Third Supreme Being. In the past, none of us knew of his existence."

Odin was dressed in full armor, with a serious and solemn expression.

He turned to the two brothers, the Bronze and Fire Kings, who were dressed in white robes. Norton stood in front of them, blocking the Black Emperor's gaze from falling on Constantine.

Constantine, as always, was cowardly. He quietly asked his brother, "Brother, is the Black Emperor going to execute Frey here?"

There was a hint of sadness in his expression, a sense of loss for his kind.

“I don’t know,” Norton gently patted Constantine’s head, his words lacking certainty, but a hint of evasion flickered in his golden eyes.

"We cannot fathom what our father was thinking."

Norton noticed Odin's gaze, and without looking away, he asked directly, "Is there something you need?"

“My brother, I just want to know what you did in this rebellion against the Black Emperor?” Odin’s face was hidden behind a mask, and his entire body was covered in golden armor.

He looked up at the black dragon circling in the sky, his gaze complex.

Before Norton could answer, a thunderous roar echoed through the sky.

"My descendants, now, six thousand years later, there are still those who dare to challenge my authority. So I have cast this bronze pillar here to mark their sins and to warn you all of this."

The Black Emperor kept his head down. To him, most of his subjects were like ants, of little significance. He was also aware of their ambitions, but he didn't care.

Who cares about the ambitions of the weak?