"Even Bleach Hela could only open the gates to all the Nibelungen," Naga said calmly. "The only one who could forcibly unite all the Nibelungen in the world and forge them into this Kingdom of God was that supreme Majesty."
Lu Mingfei looked at her and fell silent for a moment.
"As far as I know," he said, "aside from some low-ranking Dragon Kind still eagerly awaiting the Dragon Emperor's return, all the Dragon Kings fear His awakening."
"I am not loyal to Him." Naga's gaze fell upon the dancing campfire. "We are all traitors. When that tyrant returns, we will inevitably be purged."
"Then can you let me pass?" There was a trace of anticipation in Lu Mingfei's voice. "I'm going to defeat him."
Through the Spirit Word "BlackSheepWalI," he knew that the entrance to the next Nibelungen lay behind the altar. The gate was within reach, yet Naga stood in his way.
He had to get through!
The smile faded from Naga's face.
Her gaze suddenly softened, then suddenly turned sorrowful, like a traveler watching a friend depart while being trapped behind, unable to go along.
"No." Her voice was as light as a falling leaf. "Mingming, though it pains me, I still have to say this—
Our friendship will probably have to end here."
The campfire crackled. Wind swept through the canyon with a low, mournful howl.
The two stood before the altar burning with snake bones, facing each other from afar.
"Can you tell me why?" Lu Mingfei's voice sank.
"The reason..." Naga looked at him with a smile. "Because aren't you also a tyrant?"
Lu Mingfei did not quite understand what she meant.
The wind suddenly grew stronger.
Her voice was ethereal and beautiful, like bells echoing through distant mountains, every word reverberating through the