Alchemy Matrix: Sin and Punishment!
The entire temple suddenly filled with a terrifying aura, and the air became thick, almost like gel, making it hard to breathe.
The seven swords embedded in Pompeii's body continued to drain his dragon blood, and the golden markings etched on the blades grew hotter.
The awakened power flowed into the ground, following the blood as it spread, gradually forming a perfect circle filled with countless intricate and profound dragon symbols.
These were the swords created by Norton, forged from his blood to slaughter his own kind—an alchemical masterpiece!
Was it over?
At least, that's what Nono and Xia Mi thought.
Once trapped within the "Seven Deadly Sins" domain, unless the power of the person being judged was far superior to the judge, there was no way to escape!
Only the cruelest "punishment" awaited Pompeii's fate.
Perhaps, he would be torn apart, his wings shredded, every bone snapped, and then thrown into the cold currents of the Arctic, where he would endure endless pain in the cold and dark for what seemed like eternity.
Just like the White King's fate from ten thousand years ago, who rebelled.
In the end, he would be engraved on the bronze pillars until his soul was completely erased, vanishing from the world forever.
Xia Mi sighed softly, not wanting to witness the upcoming scene, slowly closing his eyes.
There was more than just "Odin" who deserved punishment.
He, the King of the Earth and Mountains, Jörmungandr, was also a shameful traitor in Nidhogg's eyes.
However, he didn't reject such a fate, at least it was better than dying at Odin's hands.
The domain of Sin and Punishment was like a searing pain that pierced the heart and gnawed at the bones.
It tormented Pompeii constantly, his flesh being torn apart, his bones slowly crushed, his power draining away. His soul descended into an endless abyss, filled only with darkness, cold, and eternal solitude!
"Your hands are stained with too much of your kind's blood, Odin."
Lu Mingfei gripped the largest greatsword, his hands steady as he bowed his head, locking eyes with Pompeii, who glared back with unwilling resentment:
"Ten thousand years ago, you personally betrayed my most trusted White King, dragged me off my throne. Today, I will grant you 'Death'!"
Cough cough. Death? Hahaha!
Even though he was pinned down by seven swords, stuck in the alchemy matrix, Pompeii still showed no signs of regret. Instead, he laughed wildly, "You're wrong. You are no longer the Nidhogg you once were. Now, you're nothing but an 'empty shell.' You can't kill me!"
Faced with his insane provocation, Lu Mingfei, on the other hand, remained calm. His gaze toward Pompeii was devoid of joy or sorrow—cold and indifferent.
"No, you will die. I say so!"
His voice was soft, yet carried an undeniable authority, like a decree from an emperor.
One by one, the alchemy matrix lights up in sequence, resembling the Big Dipper. Each time a star flares, a corresponding sword ignites in dark flames!
Tian Shou, Tian Xuan, Tian Ji, Tian Quan, Yu Heng, Kai Yang, Yao Guang!
When all seven stars were lit, the ground suddenly revealed a massive tree with flourishing branches and leaves.
The inscriptions on the swords were filled with flames, and the "Seven Deadly Sins," in their fully unleashed state, emitted a powerful heartbeat.
"Ahhh—!"
The seven blazing swords made Pompeii feel like death was better than life!
"Once, the Word Soul destroyed the ancient city overnight... you should be familiar with it, right?" Lu Mingfei's voice was cold.
Black flames erupted around him, creating a heat so intense that the air warped, and nearby rocks melted, flowing like magma.
Upon hearing this, Pompeii's pupils suddenly contracted, revealing a trace of fear.
"You're crazy!"
He shouted, both angry and terrified. "In your current state, if you use this Word Soul, you'll die too!"
"So what?"
Lu Mingfei's eyes remained icy.
But from the depths of his cold pupils, Pompeii saw a will to die.
In truth, from the moment Lu Mingze died, he had already died inside. Both his heart and soul had sunk into the abyss with the little devil.
If that was the case, then why not use this life to completely end this sorrowful era?
"No, you can't do this!"
Pompeii began to struggle desperately, trying to free himself from the swords and knives embedded in his body.
However, just as Xia Mi had said, once someone becomes the target of the Seven Deadly Sins' judgment, there is absolutely no escape from this 'prison' until the judgment is complete!
"Everything... will end!"
Lu Mingfei looked up at the sky, then turned to the side: "Senior Nono, Senior Xia Mi, it's up to you now."
The next moment, like divine flames descending to purify the world, a blinding light enveloped the alchemical matrix.
"Word Soul: Rhine!"
"No!!!"
Pompeii's face twisted in horror as he truly felt the breath of death.
It was so intense, as if an invisible rope was tightening around his neck, the suffocating coldness sweeping through his entire body, while endless fear gnawed at his sanity like insects.
Pompeii screamed in terror: "Zaratul—save me!!!"
Suddenly, a figure resembling a ghost, wearing a tattered yellow robe, appeared in the temple.
"Not so fast!"
Lu Mingfei's pupils contracted. The moment the figure appeared, he felt an icy chill.
Without hesitation, he tried to unleash the Word Soul, even if it meant perishing together, at least he could stop the summoning ritual!
But at that moment, the figure in the tattered yellow robe, skeletal and thin, suddenly crossed dozens of meters and stood directly in front of Lu Mingfei.
A withered hand, almost just skin and bones, shot out from the broken robe like lightning, opening its fingers wide to seize Lu Mingfei's throat!
The gathered elemental turbulence suddenly lost control and exploded.
The Word Soul... was interrupted?!
Lu Mingfei's face changed dramatically, panic flooding his mind.
But just as quickly, a fierce glint flashed in his eyes. The Great Sabre swung out sharply, slicing towards the man in yellow.
Clang!
The heavy blade was effortlessly blocked by the yellow-clad man with a single raised hand.
Then, with a flick of his wrist, the yellow-clad man tossed Lu Mingfei aside, sending him crashing hard against the rock wall of the Hall of Gods.
"Help me!"
Pompeii, pinned to the ground by the Seven Deadly Sins, could only plead with the man in yellow before him: "Please help me, Zaratul!"
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