Dragon Clan: Restart your life

The mighty sea breeze and the dark sea surface.

The black waves crashed against the white boat, as if it could overturn the boat at any time. There was great uneasiness in the sea tonight, and the restless dragons on the bottom of the sea were about to surge out.

The ethereal singing spreads to the far depths with the help of air and sea water, just like the story of the Odyssey in Homer's epic poem. The Sirens use their mysterious and graceful singing to make the passers-by confused and confused, and they willingly leave everything behind. In order to get to the three siren sisters and listen to this moving melody, even if it means dying in the sea.

Word Spirit Order No. 60 - [Song of the Siren].

The user uses singing as a guide, and the range can cover several kilometers in the surrounding area. Depending on the melody, it has a certain appeal to hybrids, deadpools, and even pure-blood dragons.

Like nectar to bees, blood to sharks...

Listening to the soft and distant singing in his ears, Akira Sakurai stood silently at the bow of the ship. He felt that the sky and sea were so vast, and the wind on the sea gave him the atmosphere of his hometown. He obviously no longer knew where his hometown was...

He cut his wrist repeatedly and let the blood flow into the sea. The strong recovery of dragon blood became an obstacle at this time.

The speech and spirit of these people are all ordinary.

Mako's [Siren's Song], Ryoma's [Meishuu], Kenjiro's [Onishu], Shingo's [Ultra Cold], and Takeshi's [Vacuum Snake].

And finally, his [Deep Blood], the order of speech spirit is 47.

There are no high-risk word spirits. Considering their ghost bloodline, these word spirits are just like their normal lives.

But as long as an adult stands behind them, they, who were once ordinary and unable to resist their fate, can also transform into warriors who can reverse their fate.

Akira Sakurai slit her wrist again, and the blood flowed into the sea.

His speaking spirit is [Deep Blood]. The effect of this speaking spirit is to make his blood extremely poisonous, just like hinting at his poisonous life, hurting himself and everyone he meets.

But tonight, he was very happy that such a terrible word spirit could help everyone.

"Coming." Tian Wu opened his eyes, and the snakes lurking in all directions clearly told him that danger had come to this sea area.

"The nearest one is the corpse guard group from Xumizuo! The number is about 2,000!" He quickly explained the current situation.

"Proceed as planned." Sakurai Akira said calmly. He did not cut his wrists again this time, but held the two knives.

Two small dachi swords were given by the boss. It is said that the raw materials for making the blades are extremely common. They are just ordinary iron stones, but they were cast by a master craftsman and engraved with an alchemical circuit. To iron and humans, they seem to be the same. waste.

But Akira Sakurai doesn't think so.

"Mingjun, aren't you going to inject the serum?" Ryoma said suddenly.

"It's not time yet, tonight's protagonist hasn't arrived yet." Sakurai Akira looked at the junction of sky and sea in the distance, and said softly, "I will go into the sea first, please follow me."

Mako sat on the bow of the boat, staring at the back of Sakurai Akira beside him. His back was as firm as the mountains standing in the distance. He actually had the courage to suppress the boat on the undulating sea!

It’s really unimaginable that I was still the timid little kid half a year ago.

Mako's spirit was in a trance, and maintaining the spirit realm with high intensity made her extremely tired.

What she attracted was not only the corpse guards raging on the Xumizuo in the distance, but also the big guys under the deep sea!

Amid the melodious singing beside him, Sakurai Akira jumped into the sea.

Ryoma stepped forward and said eagerly: "Shall we go down too?"

Kenjiro grabbed his shoulders and said with a smile: "If you go to the sea now, you will die. Either you will die in the hands of the corpse guard, or you will die from Mingjun's blood poison."

Ryoma frowned and said, "Is his blood really useful?"

Kenjiro and Tianwu looked at each other, and the latter nodded and said: "Big... the boss said that Mingjun's speech spirit has been strengthened, and his [Deep Blood] contains neurotoxins. Do you know about poison dart frogs? Poison dart frogs contain deadly toxins, and a dose of just 0.1 mg is enough to kill an adult. The blood Mingjun released just now has exceeded the total blood volume of an adult, at least 5,000 ml."

"Tonight, the direction of the wind and the flow of the sea water are just right. The sea water will carry Mingjun's blood to meet the corpse guards coming against the current."

"The so-called corpse guards are monsters concocted by alchemy. Their brains are dead, but their nervous systems, hearts and muscles are still intact. As long as the nervous system is destroyed, they will lose the power to move, just like cutting off the power supply. machine."

Ryoma stared forward and said, "Five thousand milliliters of blood? How come this guy isn't dead yet?"

"It's [Yaki]. This word spirit provides him with super self-recovery abilities, including hematopoiesis. In a short period of time, his hematopoiesis speed is faster than the bloodletting speed just now." Kenjiro continued, " You haven’t witnessed Mingjun’s bloody battle behind the Demon-Slaying Gate, have you?”

"A bloody battle?" Ryoma was stunned for a moment.

"Yes, a bloody battle." Kenjiro said softly, "Because of [Yaki], this guy doesn't need to defend. He only needs to keep attacking and exchange blood for blood. In order to hone his martial arts, as far as I know, this guy has fought eight times Bloody battles, every time until the last drop of blood is shed, until even [Baqi] can no longer continue."

Ryoma suddenly shuddered, "Even if you don't die in the dream, the pain is real!"

The boat was quiet for a while.

Only Mako's ethereal singing voice spread far and wide.

"My [Onishatsu] allows me to ignore pain, break through the human body's limiter, and can exert up to eight times the power." Kenjiro whispered, "And Mingjun... he is used to it, he is used to pain. He firmly Remembering the moment when the enemy's blade and claws tore his body apart. His martial arts may not be perfect yet, but his blade will never hesitate."

"It seems that today will be the ninth bloody battle." Tian Wu suddenly said.

The snake lurking under the sea transmitted the bloody and brutal scene under the sea to Tian Wu's mind.

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Blood.

Dark red, black...

Akira Sakurai's blood and the blood of the corpse guards were mixed in everything, like a thick stroke of color in a painting.

Countless zombies stretched like dragons and snakes in the sea water are frantically hunting for the prey in the middle. The smell of blood flowing in the sea water is more tempting to them than the singing in their ears.

"I'm thirsty..."

"Fresh meat...fresh...meat..."

"I'm so thirsty...I'm going...to have a fever..."

"I've been thirsty... for too long!"

A whisper that ordinary people couldn't hear penetrated Sakurai Akira's eardrums, like a ghost whispering in a dark hall.

This is the whisper of dragon zombies who are higher level than these corpse guards and are hidden in the group of corpse guards.

They grind their teeth and suck blood, eager for fresh flesh and blood to satisfy their thirst.

Their desire for life has long been distorted.

Sakurai Akira cut off the spinal nerve center of the corpse guard with a backhand knife.

Just like what the boss said, these inanimate things hate all living things, and their desire to destroy living things far outweighs their expectations of gaining anything.

In a sense, these monsters were considered the ancestors of Japanese hybrids during their lifetime.

It's so sad and abominable.

A corpse guard caught Sakurai Akira while he was distracted and pounced hard from the blind corner of the camera. It bit the prey's shoulder. However, the imagined taste of flesh and blood did not appear. Instead, there was a crystal-like fang. It was broken by the white dragon scales under the clothes.

Even the incomplete version of Yamato gave Sakurai Akira a physical strength that was between the second generation species and the third generation species.

Akira Sakurai looked back, her eyes seeming to ask, "Do you want to drink my blood?"

Under his strange eyes, he took the initiative to remove Baqi. His right shoulder, which was originally covered with dragon scales, was instantly bitten by the corpse guard, and the blood dispersed like mist in the sea water.

The strong smell of blood irritated the surrounding corpse guards even more.

They rushed up in a swarm and surrounded Sakurai Ming from all directions.

From a distance, it looks like hundreds of pythons coiled into a ball.

The scene was horrifying and mind-numbing.

And then, the tightly wound snake ball suddenly collapsed!

It's like it is falling apart. Starting from the outer layer, monsters that are entangled outside and eager to carve up blood and food are unable to fall into the deep sea, followed by the inner layer... one by one, the corpse guards fall stiffly into the endless deep sea!

Where they come from, they return to where they come from.

As if dust returns to dust, dust returns to dust.

When the snake ball completely collapsed, floating in the middle of the sea water was Sakurai Akira, who was covered in bruises.

The clothes on his body had long been torn into strips of cloth, and every part of his body was covered with flesh and blood, dripping with blood, and was broken like a tattered rag doll.

The red blood spread in all directions.

This kind of wound is enough to make people faint from the pain, but the wound is soaked in sea water, and the unspeakable pain crazily stimulates Sakurai Akira's nerves, keeping him awake.

Sakurai Akira breathed in the water, and the activation of [Baqi] allowed his body to evolve and extend organs that were not human.

then.

His body recovered at an astonishing speed, the tendons and bones made a slight sound, stopping bleeding and healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

That can hardly be called "healing," it should be called "mending."

His heart beat at an alarming speed, and dragon's blood burst out to fill the vacancies in the blood vessels in his body.

With him as the center, a ball of blood mist filled the sea.

There seems to be a clear line not far away.

Outside the boundary are slender figures wandering forward, swinging their long tails, they are hesitant to move forward.

They have lost their minds, but retain their beast-like intuition.

Intuition tells them that there is huge danger ahead.

Under normal circumstances, these beasts at the top of the food chain would never move forward.

But tonight's singing and the breath of Sakurai Akira's blood completely swallowed up their sanity.

This group of corpse guards with human bodies and snake tails were once the ancestors of the Japanese mixed race who inherited the blood of the White King, and they also became the burial objects of the White King after their death.

To them, Akira Sakurai, who refined his bloodline with the Yaki, is like a miniature god, and his flesh and blood contains a fatal attraction.

This is what Deadpool is.

They have been longing to become a member of the Dragon Clan all their lives, but are limited by their bloodline genes and can never take the last step. They follow the footsteps of the Dragon Clan, but they covet the Dragon Clan's flesh and blood all the time.

Maybe drinking its blood and eating its flesh can take the final step?

Therefore, even if they know that there is danger in the sea ahead, these monsters still can't stand the bloodthirsty desire and restlessness in their genes.

After a brief hesitation, they rushed forward one after another restlessly!

The python's body shot out like a sharp arrow, piercing the water and rushing towards the blurry figure in the center of the blood mist.

Akira Sakurai exhaled slowly, looking tired.

Baqi can indeed improve his recovery ability in all aspects, but hematopoiesis also has limits.

He is not a pure-blood dragon, the power of speech spirit has its limit, and Baqi is not perfect either.

Fortunately... enough blood has been shed tonight.

Akira Sakurai stood in the blood mist, silently witnessing countless corpse guards throwing themselves into the realm of death.

He held his two swords and struck back the corpse guards coming from all directions one by one in the sea water. His strength and speed were stronger than these monsters, and he could repel them with just pure force!

He doesn't need to chop their spines, he just needs to wait until the toxins contained in the seawater infect their nervous systems, and finally they fall silently into the depths of the sea like fallen leaves.

Their deaths are as silent as autumn leaves.

Akira Sakurai thought that such a death might be the last mercy for this group of monsters who were once humans.

The number of monsters rushing from Xumizuo exceeded two thousand, and there were hundreds of people who died from the first wave of poison, but it was still not enough.

The killing has just begun.

Suddenly there was the sound of diving from above.

Four heavily armed figures jumped into the sea.

Through the mask, Sakurai Akira saw their blazing golden eyes that were far beyond before, and knew that everyone had been injected with the serum.

It was also at this time.

The song rippling in the sea suddenly changed!

If it was ethereal and ethereal before, now it is sharp and deep, like a devil's song, awakening the deepest bloodthirsty and madness in the monster's body!

Sakurai Akira suddenly covered his heart.

His heart suddenly skipped a beat, and the sudden silence made him feel as if he had experienced a long winter.

He couldn't help but smile bitterly.

Mako has also been injected with serum. If I guessed correctly, her speech spirit should have advanced.

Undifferentiated range of words and spirits...

It's really scary.

Amid this singing, the surrounding corpse guards completely rioted!

They look around wildly, their long tails stirring the water, and everything around them is full of unspeakable temptations!

Not only Sakurai Akira’s blood, but also the blood of his companions!

The deepest bloodthirst in their genes was ignited, their madness was revealed, and their strength and speed were improved, but at the cost of losing the last of their beastly instincts!

Countless zombies huddled together, fighting each other, hungry for all flesh and blood, even their companions.

Looking at the hell-like scene in front of them, the five people who entered the sea were stunned.

The new type of speech spirit that Mako obtained after injecting the serum was a bit over the top in this situation...

The five people looked at each other in silence and joined the battlefield with their knives in hand.

Akira Sakurai's [Deep Blood] may not be as poisonous as the Poison Dart Frog, but even a trace of it is enough to damage the nervous systems of the corpse guards, slowing down their movements, like a debuff.

Coupled with Mako's "rebellion" on the ship, this battlefield turned into a complete slaughterhouse.

And the few people who have been injected with the serum, whether it is blood superiority or spiritual power, are enough to crush the corpse guards in all aspects!

"coming!"

Tian Wu, who has been maintaining the territory of [Snake], suddenly issued a warning to everyone.

This means that the Corpse Guard King from the bottom of the sea is about to arrive on the battlefield!

At this moment, Kenjiro suddenly made an upward gesture to Sakurai Akira.

Sakurai Akira hesitated for a moment and chose to trust his teammates. He cut off the head of a crazy corpse guard with a horizontal sword, kicked its remains into the deep sea, and used its strength to float up.

He broke through the water and swam to the white boat.

The girl in the white dress was still sitting on the bow of the boat, her bare feet dangling in the air, her skirt flying in the strong wind tonight.

She looked at the sky and sea in the distance and sang softly.

Next to her hand was a mobile phone.

Sakurai Akira jumped onto the boat, came to Mako's side, and picked up the phone.

The call has been made.

"Is it Mingjun?"

He put it to his ear, and a familiar voice came into his ears with a smile.

At this moment, Akira Sakurai's blood, which was already a little cold, started to boil again!

"Sir... sir!" he growled hoarsely.

"Sasi, don't pay attention! By the way, Mako-chan's singing voice is so beautiful. I really want to give Mako a concert at the Tokyo Dome some other day. What do you think, Mingjun?"

Akira Sakurai replied seriously: "Mako will be very happy."

"So Mingjun, are you ready to be Mako's manager?" the other end of the phone asked with a smile.

"With...an agent?" Sakurai Akira was stunned for a moment, his thoughts a little confused.

A second ago, he was immersed in endless bloody killings, but now he suddenly received a call from an adult asking him if he would be Mako's agent.

It's like jumping from a war movie to a youth romance anime all at once, the span is truly interdimensional.

"Yes, the entertainment industry is very chaotic. If the agent is unreliable, what if our lovely Mako-chan is bullied? Can you bear to watch Mako-chan be deceived into hundreds of millions of dollars in debt and finally have to make a debut in the AV world? ?"

If we ignore the current situation, Sakurai Akiya admits that this is indeed an issue that cannot be ignored.

"Sir, are you okay now?" Sakurai Akira asked in a low voice.

"Me? I'm great! Did you hear the sound of wind and rain? I'm riding a heavy motorcycle through Tokyo and experiencing the life of a bosozoku! How is Mingjun? Can you still handle it?"

"Please rest assured, sir, I will never let any corpse guard enter Tokyo." Akira Sakurai said every word.

Every word he spoke was like a bullet fired from the muzzle of a gun, never to return.

"Very good!" A voice of praise came from the other end of the phone, "By the way, has Mingjun received my gift?"

"……Gift?"

"Yeah, didn't they give you the serum?"

Sakurai Akira instantly recalled the question his boss asked him not long ago.

"Enjoy this gift, Mingjun. This serum is hard-earned. Enjoy tonight's feast. I wish you good luck in martial arts!"

With the last hint of a chuckle.

The call was hung up.

Akira Sakurai stood there blankly, holding the serum syringe in his hand at some point.

He lowered his head and stared at the syringe in his hand. In a trance, memory and reality overlapped.

The serum syringe in his hand turned into the last Molotov cocktail on the train, and the whole body was glowing with a deep purple, purple enough to drag people into the abyss...

He suddenly laughed, and a hoarse chuckle came from his throat. The laughter was so contemptuous, contemptuous of the unreasonable fate that was destined to be born.

The sealed bottleneck was crushed, the high-pressure air pushed the pressure syringe, and the serum entered Sakurai Akira's blood vessels.

He closed his eyes, raised his head and took a deep breath, as if he wanted to suck the heaven and earth into his body, carefully feeling the moment of transformation within his body.

Like a wild dragon that had escaped from the gate and collided with his blood vessels, incredible chemical reactions and biological evolution took place in Sakurai Akira's body. Heat rushed to the top of his skull and the ends of his limbs. He heard that all the bones in his body were slowly regenerating. It grows, and the bottom of the pupils reflects the blazing golden fire.

The skin on his back cracked, slender bones opened, and the blood-stained wings stretched out for the first time.

Sharp bones protrude from the surface of the body, like curved blades, steel-like muscles slowly rise and fall under the scales, and the bones all over the body make a slight explosion!

The heart was beating violently, as if it was resonating with the heaven and earth. Just the heartbeat destroyed Mako's realm of speech and spirit.

At this moment, he transformed into a beautiful and ferocious creature. The knotted muscles and protruding tendons all told people how much power this incredible body contained!

When he opened his eyes again.

A gorgeous golden color rippled in his eyes, just like countless gold coins being thrown into a river under the setting sun. This beautiful golden color suddenly converged and turned into extremely sharp thorns.

Suddenly want to pierce fate.

There was no smile or sadness on the face surrounded by the exoskeleton, but only indifference, the indifference of having the power to kill in one hand!

At this moment, he seemed to be invincible in the world!

【Baqi】!

This is the complete version of [Baqi]!

With the blessing of the serum, he completed his final transformation!

This is the most powerful and violent word spirit among the blood descendants of the White King. It has not been clearly recorded in the word spirit order list so far, but now it has descended on Sakurai Akira in the form of a blood source mark!

This is a gift from God!

If it were to be inserted into the list of words and spirits, its ranking would be on par with Judgment, or even higher!

In the history recorded by the eight Sheki families, this is the most terrifying word spirit. Even the trial cannot match its cruelty. It represents Susanoo's life, which is known as the greatest and most cruel descendant of the White King. Yan Ling!

It has only one effect, and that is to transform into a dragon.

This is a word spirit that controls the bloodline. By forcibly improving the bloodline, it can obtain a body as perfect as a dragon king.

The nearly immortal body and the inexhaustible regeneration ability are just like the generation of Susano'o who once fell into the deep sea with Takamagahara and transformed into Yamata no Orochi.

His majesty has descended, centering on this place, radiating to the sea in all directions.

The corpse guards who were immersed in the Siren's Song and fell into chaos suddenly froze. They were trembling on the spot and felt the supreme, near-god aura!

Sakurai Akira stood on the bow of the ship, with the ship under his feet standing almost still on the undulating sea. He really suppressed the ship that was undulating with the waves with his majesty and courage!

He slowly raised his head. Dark clouds were pressing down on the city tonight, and strong winds were stirring up the dark clouds in the sky. Under such night clouds, Akira Sakurai cut open the palm of his hand with his sharp claws, and dripped the oozing blood into two small dachi swords.

The sound of the sword clears the sky!

An alchemical circuit as clear as blood appeared on the blade, extending like melting, from the original length of more than half a meter to nearly three or four meters in length, and the surface was shrouded in an eye-burning light.

He awakened these two alchemical instruments with his blood.

Even though it is just an ordinary material, it carries the lifelong craftsmanship of a master craftsman, and it bursts out with incomparable brilliance at this moment.

Sakurai Akira held the two swords and jumped into the sea.

Behind him came the girl's singing voice, as clear as the blue sky.

"Therefore, I would like to make everything that builds my life..."

"All dedicated to you..."

"It must be you..."

"Now I have something precious that should be protected..."

"But when you have nothing to do and stop moving forward..."

"When possibilities are lost..."

"When I am about to be overwhelmed by despair..."

"I would like to be your light that illuminates the road ahead!"

"Not even the king of the world can extinguish it!"

I've been really busy lately... Mainly because I'm already busy in the middle of the month, and then I have to go back to school in a few days to attend to the graduation ceremony. I have to finish the work for the next few days in advance, which gives me a headache.