area51novel Chapter 11 The Pain of Twins and Night Talks in Mingdu
Chapter 11 The Pain of Twins and Night Talks in Mingdu
Chapter Eleven: The Pain of Twins and Night Talks in Mingdu
The night in Donghai City was as dark as ink.
The special training for Class Zero had just ended, and the lingering heat of the forging room still lingered. The air was filled with the distinctive burnt smell of metal being hammered, as well as the faint fragrance of blue silver grass.
Gu Yue stood alone by the window, her back to Tang Wulin and Xie Xie, who were packing up their tools. Outside, the neon lights of Donghai City flickered in the distance, but they could not illuminate her dim and inscrutable eyes.
In the very moment of their battle, the instant her elemental power came into contact with Tang Wulin's Golden Dragon King bloodline, a chilling sensation emanating from the depths of her soul instantly coursed through her entire body. It wasn't fear, but rather... a longing to return home.
"Sister, why did you scare him with the Ice and Fire Technique just now?" Na'er's voice echoed from the depths of her spiritual sea, tinged with grievance and confusion. "Wu Lin clearly meant no harm; he even wanted to help you..."
"Shut up, Na'er," Gu Yue replied coldly in her mind, but her right hand pressed uncontrollably against her left chest.
There, the heart was pounding violently, as if it were about to burst out of the chest.
It wasn't just because of the exhaustion from the battle, but also because of a strange, sudden feeling of unease. It was like a boulder being thrown into a calm lake, the ripples spreading from the East China Sea to thousands of miles away in an instant.
"Well……"
Gu Yue let out a muffled groan, her once fair and snow-white face instantly turning deathly pale. The elemental power within her body seemed to be drawn by some higher power, beginning to run rampant uncontrollably.
"Sizzle—"
The water element in the air instantly condensed, turning into sharp ice shards that hovered beside her. The next second, the scorching fire element erupted out of nowhere, instantly evaporating the ice shards into white mist.
"What's wrong?"
Tang Wulin, who was polishing the Thousand-Refined Silver Hammer, keenly sensed something amiss. Almost instinctively, he dropped the hammer and rushed to Gu Yue's side, his eyes filled with anxiety: "Gu Yue, are you alright? You look terrible!"
Seeing the boy's anxious face so close to hers, Gu Yue took a deep breath, forcibly summoning the last vestiges of her reason to suppress the surging power of the Dragon God. The purple light in her eyes flickered a few times before finally returning to calm.
"It's nothing." She pushed away Tang Wulin's hand that was trying to help her up, her voice clear and cold, but with a slight, almost imperceptible tremor. "I'm just a little tired. The metallic elements here are too mixed, making me feel a bit uncomfortable."
After saying that, she didn't look at Tang Wulin again and turned to walk out the door.
"See you tomorrow."
Watching the girl's slightly unsteady figure disappear through the door, Tang Wulin stood there, a strange sense of loss welling up inside him.
"Senior brother, what's wrong with her?" Tang Wulin asked anxiously in his heart.
Within the sea of consciousness, Huo Yuhao, who had been silently observing, now appeared somewhat solemn. His spiritual eyes gleamed with an unprecedented seriousness.
"Something's not right," Huo Yuhao said in a deep voice. "Just a moment ago, I felt an extremely ancient and terrifying intent sweep over me. That level... even surpassed that of the Beast God Di Tian back then, making my soul tremble."
"Is it a very strong enemy? Is it an evil spirit master?" Tang Wulin asked nervously.
Huo Yuhao gave a wry smile, his tone tinged with helplessness and deep awe: "Junior brother, that's not an enemy, that's... 'Heaven'. That fluctuation just now came from the north, from the direction of the Federation's capital, Mingdu, carrying the domineering aura of the alternation of the sun and moon."
He paused, then lowered his voice slightly: "If I'm not mistaken, that's my master's (Mo Runshu's) aura."
"Master?" Tang Wulin was taken aback. "You mean that Master Mo you always talk about... the one even the God Realm Committee has to give some face to? The Federal Speaker who possesses the cross swords of the Sun Goddess and the Goddess of Light?"
"That's right." Huo Yuhao sighed, his eyes becoming deep. "Junior brother, you need to be careful. Although Master's father usually seems gentle and refined, he is extremely protective of his own. If he believes that Gu Yue's existence will threaten the Federation or those he cherishes, he will absolutely not show any mercy. That fluctuation just now shows that he has already sensed Gu Yue's awakening."
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Meanwhile, thousands of miles away, in the federal capital—Mingdu.
As the political, economic, and military center of the Douluo Federation, Mingdu remains brightly lit even in the dead of night. The hundreds-of-story Federal Parliament Building, like a sharp sword piercing the clouds, overlooks this steel jungle.
On the top floor of the building, in an office with a panoramic view.
"what!"
A painful scream shattered the tranquility of the night.
While reviewing documents, Yue Mianmian suddenly covered her forehead, and the soul-guided pen in her hand snapped with a "crack." She fell off the chair, her once meticulously combed silver hair now scattered messily over her shoulders.
Her usually deep, starry purple eyes were now uncontrollably switching wildly between gold and black. Her left eye shone with dazzling gold, as if it could see through to the past and future; her right eye was shrouded in black mist, exuding an aura of eternal night that devoured everything.
"Mother!"
A dark shadow flashed by, and Mo Runshu caught his wife's swaying body.
At this moment, Yue Mianmian's forehead was covered in cold sweat, and her body was trembling uncontrollably due to the intense mental shock. Her original noble and aloof temperament had vanished, replaced by extreme weakness.
"Runshu...it hurts so much..." Yue Mianmian gripped her husband's arm tightly, her nails almost digging into his flesh. "My 'Angel of Prophecy'...it's giving a warning. A power...a power that has been dormant for ten thousand years has awakened."
Mo Runshu's expression changed drastically. He immediately released his martial spirit, and the void behind him trembled as a huge phantom of a cross-shaped sword slowly emerged.
The cross-shaped sword shimmered with the light of the alternating sun and moon, and a dazzling gem was inlaid at the hilt, radiating a chilling aura.
The Goddess of Light's Cross, the Sighing Cross Sword!
A vast power of light surged from his body like a tide, continuously flowing into Yue Mianmian's body, helping her to regulate her disordered mental energy and soothe the wounds of her soul.
"Is it a soul beast? Or from the Abyss Plane?" Mo Runshu asked in a deep voice, his eyes revealing a murderous intent.
As the Speaker of the Federal Council, a level 99 Quasi-God-level powerhouse, and a four-word Battle Armor Master, he had long considered this continent as his own. Aside from a few reclusive old monsters, he feared no one.
"No...it's not a soul beast, nor is it from the abyss."
Yue Mianmian gasped for breath in his arms, the strange visions in her eyes finally subsiding. She raised her head, her eyes filled with an unprecedented fear and confusion—an instinctive reaction from a prophetic angel who had glimpsed the truth of the world's destruction.
"Runshu, I saw it... I saw the shadow of the Dragon God."
"Dragon God?" Mo Runshu's pupils contracted sharply, and the cross-shaped sword in his hand shone even brighter. "You mean, the legendary Creator Dragon God who split into gold and silver...?"
"It's back." Yue Mianmian's voice trembled as she nestled tightly in her husband's arms. "And it's in the direction of the East Sea. That fluctuation... it shares the same origin as the aura on Na'er and Gu Yue, but it's a million times stronger than them. That's... the true consciousness of the Silver Dragon King. It's awakened, Runshu, it wants revenge."
Mo Runshu fell silent.
He carried Yue Mianmian to the French windows, looking down at the brightly lit capital city. Beneath this prosperous facade, undercurrents were already surging.
"The Silver Dragon King has awakened, and the Golden Dragon King's bloodline has awakened..." Mo Runshu murmured softly, his voice as cold as ice. "It seems that the little guy named Tang Wulin is more important than we thought. The person that kid Yuhao chose is indeed extraordinary."
"What are you going to do?" Yue Mianmian asked weakly. "Are we going to kill her?"
A ruthless glint flashed in Mo Runshu's eyes, a decisiveness unique to those in high positions, and also an endless desire to protect his wife.
"No, now is not the time." Mo Runshu shook his head. "The Silver Dragon King has just awakened and her power has not yet recovered. If we push her too hard, she may self-destruct without thinking, which would be a disaster for the entire Douluo Star."
He paused, his voice becoming deep and authoritative.
"Pass down the order," Mo Runshu said to the air, his voice seemingly penetrating the walls and reaching the listening soul tool in the shadows. "Activate the 'Dragon Hunting Plan' reserve. Notify Harosa that the Heavenly Dou Dark Division must immediately infiltrate the East Sea. I need to know the Silver Dragon King's every move."
"in addition……"
A cold smile curled at the corner of his lips, and the phantom of the cross-shaped sword in his hand slowly dissipated, turning into specks of starlight that merged into his body.
"Send a letter to Shrek Academy, saying that the Federal Parliament wants to inspect East Sea Academy. I want to see if this little silver dragon, who has just awakened, is really qualified to threaten us. If she obeys, fine; if she doesn't..."
Mo Runshu didn't finish speaking, but the murderous intent in his words was self-evident.
Looking at her husband's domineering profile, Yue Mianmian's fear gradually faded, replaced by a deep affection. She knew that no matter what enemy they faced, this man would always stand in front of her.
"Runshu, will we win?"
Mo Runshu lowered his head, gently kissed her forehead, and said tenderly:
"As long as I live, the sun and moon will endure forever. Whoever dares to harm you, I will annihilate their very soul."
Outside the window, a thunderbolt ripped through the sky, illuminating the couple who stood at the pinnacle of humanity.
The gears of fate have finally meshed. The youth of the East Sea and the emperor of the Ming capital are about to engage in a duel spanning ten thousand years in the torrent of history.
Before that, a hunt targeting the Dragon King had already quietly begun.