Dragon Clan: Restart your life

As Yuan Zhisheng entered the scene, the elites of the family were greatly encouraged after a brief commotion. Someone raised his gun and aimed at Deadpool who was kneeling on the ground and fired, causing sparks to fly.

Yuan Zhisheng cut off Deadpool's hand and took a deep look at the firearms in the hands of the elites.

A deadpool stood in front of him. Yuan Zhisheng stretched out his hand, pushed it away lightly, and then slashed his head.

During this period, Deadpool's metal blade trembled violently, but did not pierce.

It's not that they don't want to, but that they can't do it. The weight of the metal blades has increased dozens of times. It's not just the metal blades that are heavier, but also their bodies. The spines of the Deadpools make a cracking sound, like stone statues being lifted. Push down from the high platform. Their bones can even deflect rifle bullets, but increasing gravity is crushing them.

After cutting off the heads of all the dead waiters, Yuan Zhisheng stood with his sword in hand, closed his eyes and remained silent.

The cadres quickly gathered around and guarded everyone in the center. They knew that the loss of releasing the spirit was too heavy, so everyone had to stop and rest.

[Royal Power] is certainly overbearing, and its suppression of any dragon clan whose bloodline is not as good as its own is fatal, but the damage is also quite serious, which will bring a huge burden to the body, draining all the physical strength of the releaser in an instant. .

After adjusting his breath for a few minutes, Yuan Zhisheng opened his eyes.

"Where is Yasha?"

"Back to everyone's home, Captain Yasha has gone to find Mr. Masamune and Miss Eriki."

"Why are you using ordinary firearms? Where are the alchemy bullets prepared in advance?"

Yuan Zhisheng took his gun, removed the magazine, and found that it was filled with Huang Chengcheng's ordinary bullets.

These bullets can hardly cause damage to Deadpool, so after Yuan Zhisheng took office, he ordered his family to start large-scale preparations for alchemy bullets, similar to the headquarters' mercury-core blunt gold armor-piercing bullets.

This kind of bullet is specially developed to target dragons. It is a dangerous weapon that can be fatal to three generations and below.

It can penetrate the scales of dragons, and when it collides with the keel, it will split along the cross pattern. The liquid mercury inside is highly toxic to dragons.

This is one of the family's strengths, but Yuan Zhisheng didn't see it in this war when the enemy invaded their base camp.

The cadres looked at each other, and some of them took the courage to say: "Back to everyone, we don't know. After the enemy launched a surprise attack, while the brothers on the first floor were resisting to the death, Captain Yasha took us into the weapons depot, but we didn't find the weapon we originally prepared. Good alchemical weapons, these firearms are stored in the warehouse by the brothers."

Yuan Zhisheng took a deep breath and said, "Have you informed the other families? Also ask the Kanto and Kansai branches to assemble."

"Captain Yasha immediately informed all the family heads that the Kansai and Kanto branches are on their way."

"Very good, lower your gun, draw your sword, and follow me to clean up our home first." Yuan Zhisheng nodded, held the ancient sword and pushed away the cadres in front of him, and took the lead.

"I am willing to die for our parents!" the cadres roared.

"It's not time to die yet, even if you have to die, you shouldn't die for me." Yuan Zhisheng turned his back to them and said softly.

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"...Miss? Miss Eriyi?" Yasha whispered in the corridor, trying to awaken the lady's reason.

Deadpool, who was blocked outside the vault door, seemed to know that there was someone inside and had been trying to break through the defense. However, Yasha was not worried. Not to mention the thickness of the vault door, even if the door was really opened, given the current state of the lady, I am afraid it would be a god. Blocking and killing gods and Buddhas, blocking and killing Buddhas...

The young lady was in a strange state. She stood with her back to him and faced the corridor for a long time. She was still motionless, holding an ancient sword in her hand.

This corridor is also too narrow, and the line of sight is limited by Miss Eriri's body. Yasha can't see clearly what is in front of him.

With such a stalemate, Yasha's heart became more and more worried. What he worried about was not the dead waiter outside, but the state of Miss Eriki.

The latter has just come back from outside and her body has not yet recovered. This state is also a heavy burden for her. No one can say whether it will continue.

Fortunately, he no longer had to worry, because Eri, who had her back turned to him, finally took action.

Yasha's pupils shrank suddenly, and he no longer cared about whether he would be accidentally killed by the young lady. He rushed over and shouted in horror: "Miss Eriki! Don't go!"

As the lady stepped forward, two long and narrow cross cracks, one vertical and one horizontal, finally appeared in his eyes.

Regardless of thinking deeply about what it was, Yasha instinctively felt that it was extremely dangerous!

What made him even more horrified was that the young lady had just taken one step forward and was still far away from the cross crack, but her figure flickered and suddenly disappeared.

Regardless of his own safety, Yasha rushed forward with an angry glare. He must not let the young lady go to such an unknown place alone!

But unexpectedly, he completely passed through the cross crack, as if it was a mirage, an illusory scene.

Unable to hold back, Yaksha hit the wall, and his vision was dizzy. When he stood up and looked back, the corridor was empty, as if everything that had happened before was an illusion, except for the long-lasting stop at the door. There was a noise like fingernails scratching glass.

Not long after, gunfire suddenly came from outside the door, and Yasha jumped up in excitement, knowing that reinforcements had arrived.

He quickly opened the door to the vault, and Yuan Zhisheng cut off the head of the last Deadpool, causing blood to fly three feet high.

When there were no more enemies at the scene, Yuan Zhisheng handed the knife to the crow coming next to him.

Crow carefully took the ancient knife. The blood stained on the knife was almost black and was bubbling slowly, as if some kind of chemical reaction was taking place. He quickly wiped off the black blood on it with a white handkerchief.

Yuan Zhisheng's eyes fell on the mutilated corpse outside the door, and his eyes were a little confused.

He identified the body based on remnants of clothing.

"Boss!" Yasha staggered quickly and ran to Yuan Zhisheng, pointing excitedly in the direction he came from, "Miss, the lady suddenly disappeared!"

Yuan Zhisheng raised his head suddenly, fixed his gaze on the wooden corridor behind the door, and frowned: "What are you talking about?"

"The lady suddenly disappeared! A cross crack appeared at the end of the corridor, and then the lady walked forward. Before she even touched the crack, her figure disappeared directly into the corridor!" Yasha said excitedly.

A word suddenly appeared in Yuan Zhisheng's mind - Night Food.

Eriki met Yono Shikihara and entered it?

He immediately had an impulse and immediately set off to find Uesugoshi and ask him if he had anything else to hide about the Night Food Plain and how to enter it.

It stands to reason that the emperor's blood can sense the night food source. Since Eri has entered it, it proves that the night food source has opened the "door", but why doesn't he feel anything?

"Master, all the family heads have arrived with their troops! The Kanto-Kansai branch will be here soon!"

After hearing the report behind him, Yuan Zhisheng suppressed the impulse in his heart and calmed down.

"Let all the family heads rush to the conference room, except the Kansai and Kanto branches, inform all the hybrids in the gang, and let them prepare for war! From now on, the eight Sheqi families have entered the first level of alert!"

"yes!"

"Tell all the family heads that I will arrive later. You all should step back. Crow and Yaksha will stay!"

"yes!"

After everyone retreated, Yuan Zhisheng stared into Yasha's eyes and whispered: "Now tell me what happened. How much do you know?"

Yasha glanced at the mutilated corpse and smiled bitterly: "Boss, Mr. Masamune was not killed by Deadpool."

Yuan Zhisheng's eyes narrowed slightly.

"I don't know exactly what happened. When I came up, Mr. Masamune was already lying in a pool of blood and was cut into two parts with a knife. The lady was standing in the middle of the corridor with her back to me..."

Yasha quickly reviewed for Yuan Zhisheng what he saw and heard after coming up.

"You threw dad's body outside?!" After hearing this, Yuan Zhisheng glared at him with blue veins on his forehead.

The crow on the side was also stunned, holding the simply cleaned ancient knife in his hands.

Yasha knelt on his knees and lowered his head: "It's my fault. I thought at the time that no one would find out that it was Miss Eriri who killed Mr. Masamune..."

Yuan Zhisheng panted violently, and the heavy panting made Crow's heart tremble. He looked at Yasha blankly. He didn't know how this brainless thing came up with this trick of "destroying corpses and eradicating traces". Fortunately, this guy could realize the absolute truth. We can't let the news that the lady killed Mr. Masamune spread...

The last three families are killing each other. Once this news gets out, no matter what the reason is, it will cause the eight Sheqi families to become disorganized in a short period of time. This is a fatal blow at the moment.

But the problem is, if they want to hide the news, the initiative is completely in their hands, and there is no need for this method at all. This guy is just crazy...

For a moment, the space was eerily silent, with only the sound of Yuan Zhisheng's heavy breathing.

Yasha shamefully drew his sword and held it in front of Yuan Zhisheng with both hands: "I did this kind of thing, no matter what the reason is, it is not worth being forgiven. I will commit suicide by committing suicide. I only ask for your forgiveness."

Yuan Zhisheng said coldly: "You want me to correct your mistake?"

It is a Japanese tradition to commit suicide by seppuku. In this whole process, there is also a scapegoat, who stands behind the disembowelor with a long knife. The hara-kiri stabs the knife into the abdomen, and the custodian cuts off his head with a knife. It seems cruel, but it is actually to alleviate the pain of the person who has had a dissection.

A good Jiecuo person who is proficient in swordsmanship will still have the skin connected to the trunk after beheading. A person who commits seppuku will sit with his head bowed and kneeling, which is considered an honorable way to die.

"I have done such a wrong thing. How can I expect to die so happily? I will die slowly in pain. This is the punishment I deserve." Yaksha looked firm.

He realized this outcome the moment he pushed Mr. Masamune's body out.

Yuan Zhisheng stared at him coldly, Yaksha lowered his head and held the knife in both hands.

He was suddenly extremely fed up with all the traditions passed down from generation to generation in his family, whether it was committing seppuku or making mistakes, all kinds of things... He suddenly had the urge to smash them all to pieces!

"The family needs help now. Your head will remain on your neck for now. If you are lucky enough not to die after this war is over, I will come back to question you."

Yuan Zhisheng dropped these words and strode away.

His back was upright and resolute, like an unyielding battle flag, but suddenly collapsed after turning a corner. He just didn't want to show weakness in front of his men.

He took deep breaths repeatedly, as if this could relieve the burning heart.

He expressionlessly raised his hand and clenched his fist, and punched his heart hard, as if he could forcefully break open the blockage there, but it was in vain.

He no longer felt sad, he only felt numb and his chest was beating like a hard stone.

He had already begun to doubt his father before, and even set up a trap against him, waiting for him to take the initiative to expose him. But when his father's broken body appeared in front of him, the first thought in his mind was to run away, as far away as possible. Far away...

What made him even more devastated was that it was Eri who killed Tachibana Masamune!

He did privately ask Eri to be careful before leaving. No matter who wants to take her out of this room, don't agree. If necessary, you can do it.

He even specifically emphasized not to let anyone use treatment as an excuse to inject any injections or serum into her during this period.

With Eri Yi's ability, if she doesn't want to leave, no one can take her away by force.

He guessed that if Masamune Tachibana really had a problem, he would most likely take action against Eri, but the difference in ability between the two parties was too huge. Even if he took action, the former could only take action by sedating Eri and putting her into a coma. If this situation arises, Eri only needs to refuse. Why should he directly cut Tachibana Masamune in two?

No matter how fake his identity is, his experiences over the years will not change. There is no reason for Eriki to be so harsh on him, unless he does something that makes Eriki so angry that she loses control...

Also, who took away all the alchemy warheads carefully prepared by the family?

No matter which angle you look at, it seems to indicate that there is indeed something wrong with the dead Tachibana Masamune.

And this was what made him most angry and mad.

The man died just like that, without even leaving a chance to confront him.

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There are eight small tables in front of the curtain. Different long knives are enshrined on the tables. Eight different family crests are painted in gold on the handles, namely the sixteen-petal chrysanthemum of the Tachibana family, the gentian of the Minamoto family, and the Uesugi family. Bamboo and Sparrow from the Inuyama family, Akagi from the Inuyama family, Spider from the Fuma family, Horsehead from the Ryoma family, Phoenix from the Sakurai family and Yasha from the Miyamoto family.

At this time, there were only four people sitting at the eight small tables until Yuan Zhisheng strode over.

"Parents!"

"Are you okay? Where is Mr. Masamune?"

"Ms. Uesugi, do you know if the situation is stable?"

Except for the head of the Miyamoto family, who was still busy digging on the front line, trying to find the hiding place of the holy remains, the other four family heads stood up one after another, greeted Yuan Zhisheng, and asked about the situation at the headquarters.

Yuan Zhisheng sat at the head of the table and was not busy answering everyone's questions. He glanced at the entire audience one by one. In addition to the four family heads, the ministers of Kanto and Kansai were also sitting here.

This is the most elite force of the eight Sheqi families today.

"Mr. Masamune was killed." Yuan Zhisheng said expressionlessly, "We discovered the underground research institute of the people behind the Menggui Clan, but the Menggui Clan raided the headquarters while we were there, and dozens of our cadres were killed. , Mr. Masamune was accidentally killed by Deadpool in order to protect Eriki and was confirmed to have been killed."

The whole place was silent.

Everyone looked at Yuan Zhisheng in the first place in disbelief. After confirming that this news was true, they were still greeted by silence.

Yuan Zhisheng glanced at the whole place, silent in his heart. Sure enough, as he thought, the old...Tachibana Masamune's influence on the family over the years has been too deep. He is like an old tree, with its roots deeply rooted. in the family soil.

The four family heads were all digesting the bad news. The head of the Kansai branch took a deep breath: "Please cheer up, everyone! This war is Mr. Masamune's intention. Mr. Masamune's spirit in heaven must hope that we will avenge him!"

Yuan Zhisheng lowered his head slightly.

Akechi Asuya, the director of the Kanto branch, raised his head with a dangerous look: "Are you sure Mr. Masamune was really killed by Deadpool? Rather than..."

"Presumptuous!" Osamu Sakurai, the head of the Kansai branch, interrupted him thunderously and said angrily, "Watch your words! Akechi Asuya!"

The atmosphere in the venue gradually condensed, and the four masters all stared coldly at the head of the Kanto branch, Akechi Asuya.

Asuya slowly narrowed his eyes, raised his hands in surrender, and smiled nonchalantly: "It's just a joke, don't mind."

"Asshole! Can such a joke be made casually?!" Ryoma Genichiro angrily yelled. Among all the family heads, he is the most rigid and upright.

Inuyama Kaya squinted his eyes and looked at the young man known as the demon sword.

The Japanese Executive Department has two branches, a Kanto branch and a Kansai branch.

Among them, the Kansai branch has unparalleled attainments in firearms. Among them are Japan's best snipers and engineering demolition experts, while the Kanto branch is just the opposite. They don't use firearms, they use swords.

The Kanto branch is a problematic branch. The team leaders are both geniuses and lunatics. In a sense, they are all hybrids close to ghosts. Their bloodline is extremely dangerous. If it were not for Tachibana Masamune's sponsorship, these freaks would have been expelled from the family long ago. .

It is precisely because of this that these guys respect Tachibana Masamune far more than they do the other family heads. They may not be too cold to the new patriarch, Nagamoto.

Inuyama Ga has always felt that this group of young people is very dangerous. They claim to be geniuses, but in fact they are freaks whose bloodline is on the verge of losing control. Of course, there is only a thin line between geniuses and freaks. What is important is that those who can restrain these madmen There are very few things, at least human moral standards are obviously not among them.

The family could control them before because of Mr. Masamune, but now that Mr. Masamune is dead, the chains around the necks of these freaks are suddenly released.

Over the years, Minister Asuya has privately launched many challenges to his title of Sword Master, but he has rejected them all. As the head of the Inuyama family, he has absolutely no reason to accept a challenge from a junior, no matter whether he wins or loses. Losing is not honorable.

In the only contact he had, Inuyama Ga could sense that power was not important to this junior. The only thing he cared about was - power!

Inuyama Ga suddenly realized that tonight he must remind everyone that if Asuya cannot be completely recovered tonight, the latter will definitely bring them big trouble.

Minamoto raised his head, his eyes fell on the head of the Kanto branch, and said calmly: "Mr. Asuya, how many times have you invited me for discussion?"

"A total of seventy-three times over the years." Ashiya shrugged, "It's a pity that you have cruelly rejected me."

His eyes indifferently swept over the faces of the family heads present. He thought to himself that they were really a bunch of old losers who had nothing to do with their corpses. Since the old gentleman was dead, it didn't matter whether they would fall to the fierce ghosts or not. They would wait until they cooperated with the fierce ghosts. After everyone cleans up these old losers, I think there will be no reason to refuse his challenge.

Thinking of this, Asaya licked his lips.

Betrayal is truly a wonderful thing. When Tachibana Masamune was still alive, the Kanto branch was still a little grateful to the old man and was unwilling to immediately surrender to the fierce ghosts.

But now that Tachibana Masamune is dead, there is nothing to bind Asuya anymore.

He will eventually prove that when holding a sword, he is the best in Japan!

"I'm in a bad mood today, so I accept your challenge." Yuan Zhisheng stood up slowly and took the wiped spider cut from the crow.

"I'll give you ten seconds."

"Take ten seconds to show me your name as 'Demon Sword'."