The entire space was brilliantly lit. Samson landed, his body far larger than the previous Dragon Servitor's. Silvery-white armor plates extended from his neck to the tip of his tail, fitting together seamlessly and enclosing even his head. No eyes were visible, only a broad mouth split from one side of his face to the other, like an eternal smile carved open with a knife.
"A Mass Production Unit..." Lu Mingfei trembled all over, the words slipping out instinctively.
How had Norton done it, creating the exact same design a whole world away?
Nono's breath caught. She had seen this white dragon in her profiling before-nine of them in all, sharing a red dragon as their meal.
Norton was the Bronze and Fire King, and this Bronze City was his Nibelungen. Alchemical materials lay everywhere, and forging armor like this was as natural to him as breathing. The nine white dragons in Lu Mingfei's mental world had the same face as Samson, the same smile, so the one who had forged them could only have been Norton.
That night in Hakone, Nono had seen Lu Mingfei's memories and witnessed the Twilight of the Gods alongside him. Nine white dragons had spread their wings and risen, bearing the World Tree, the incarnation of the Black King Nidhogg, and devoured the entire world.
In other words... Norton had joined the Black King and mass-produced these white dragons for Him. In Lu Mingfei's memories, was this kind of dragon called a "Mass Production Unit"?
Mass production. Mass production. Had the humans and dragons of the future fought countless white dragons like these, only to suffer utter defeat in the end?
And now, the first Mass Production Unit stood before her. The countdown to the Twilight of the Gods had already begun...
Lu Mingfei's