Dragon Clan: Thought So Far

Chapter 394 380. The Cry of a Sixteen-Year-Old Boy

Something bit Suserihime's body, and it struggled hard. Scarlet blood gushed out like a fountain, covering the entire Red Well.

The surrounding ground had cracked, and the cracks spread like a spider web. Smelly red water oozed out of every crack. Dragon subspecies that looked like fish and snakes flowed out with the red water. They opened their upper and lower jaws, spit out dagger-like fangs, and greedily sucked in the fresh air around them.

The master of the world finally returned to the earth.

"The Red Ghost River is both the well where the gods hide their bodies and the hatchery of the gods. Look down, the dragon is dead, and the gods are gnawing on its corpse." Lu Mingfei patted the beheader's shoulder, and the searchlight came from behind them and fell into the Red Well.

Everything that happened in the Red Well made people's backs shiver. Strange corpses with mercury spots on their scales floated on the water. The dragon swayed its long neck like a copper pillar sticking out of the water. The huge wound pierced by Lu Mingfei could be seen on its head. It roared silently, and its red-gold pupils were like dazzling lights.

But as Lu Mingfei said, huge waves were being stirred up in the depths of the water. A pale shadow could be vaguely seen rising in the center of the vortex. Every time it floated up a little, it swallowed up part of Suseriki's body.

The dragon's brain was damaged and it didn't have time to recover, so it couldn't feel the pain, but the pair of golden eyes like giant candles looked blankly at the gray-black sky at the wellhead, reflecting Lu Mingfei's shadow.

The whirlwind raised by the helicopter rotors fell from the sky, and the dragon's long neck was being dragged into the water. It stopped struggling and opened its lifeless eyes to look at the outside world like a ghost being dragged into hell.

The boiling water made a huge gurgling sound, and the dragon head disappeared in the vortex. A thick layer of dirty foam quickly filled the space originally occupied by the dragon from all directions. The foam was spit out by millions of lung snails steamed from the Red Ghost River.

These small animals that originally lived in the sea and formed the cornerstone of the ecological chain were boiled in wastewater in the high temperature. The smell of high-temperature denaturation of protein rose to the air dozens of meters high. Even the experienced specialist who had performed tasks in various environments, such as the Beheader, felt sick.

Lu Mingfei casually cut the blue fish that jumped out of the huge ground crack behind him in half along the spine.

The little monster swung its long tail like a biological bullet and tried to drill into Lu Mingfei's skin from behind and bite his flesh.

"There is a tendency to spread. We may need the assistance of the nearby troops." The Beheader said, "No living creatures can appear in the outside world in the well of corpses."

The Beheader turned around and walked towards the nearest set of working cranes.

The mercury in the mercury tank has not been fully released, but the experiment on the sub-generation species just now has proved that this thing is difficult to harm the gods.

But for those ugly sub-species, mercury is still highly toxic.

Lu Mingfei passed by the man. He stood at the edge of the Red Well. The stairs in front of him rotated downward. About ten meters deep was a platform that could accommodate a heavy tank.

He walked down the stairs, and with every step, his heart roared like thunder in his chest.

When he was about to completely disappear at the mouth of the well, Lu Mingfei looked back at the mountains in the distance.

Jiude Mai had disappeared from the team just now. Lu Mingfei knew that she was in that mountain, holding a gun filled with Philosopher's Stone bullets, watching the battle situation in the Red Well.

When the lightning flashed across the sky, a slender shadow at the highest point of the mountain took off the raincoat and jumped up to wave at him. The shadow had long legs and a thin waist.

The iron-blue scales were slowly closing on Lu Mingfei's cheeks, reminiscent of scallops swaying with the tide, and the sound of heavy hammers hitting metal when they closed was the same as the roar.

Lu Mingfei held the railing in the roar, his eyes passed over the carved bronze bullets cutting and interlacing in the air, and met the girl's eyes from a distance.

Lu Mingfei's mouth twitched, as if he wanted to smile, but his facial bones were too hard, so hard that he could no longer make any extra expressions.

The earphones were not damaged in the high temperature just now, and now the rustling sound echoed in Lu Mingfei's ears.

"Hey, come on, little white rabbit!" Jiude Mai's voice was so brisk that it seemed like she was singing, and the sound of rain, thunder and wind were all her accompaniment.

Lu Mingfei was stunned, and suddenly realized that Jiude Mai could actually use radio communication here.

He didn't speak, because the dragon blood was being pumped to his limbs, his muscles, bones and body tissues were changing, and his vocal cords could no longer make human sounds.

So the man could only nod to the girl on the mountain from a distance, and then the burly figure completely disappeared from the well.

Jiude Mai was stunned in the last gaze, because in the shadows she seemed to see black wings covering the sky and the sun stretching behind the child, and the back was so hideous, with the ferocity of a beast and the power of darkness merged into one.

Rumbling sounds came from all directions, as if a glacier was cracking.

Darkness pressed in from both sides, because behind Lu Mingfei, the manhole cover that had been in the lock slot with his hands open and reinforced with steel and composite materials was slowly closing.

It was a metal barrier with a thickness of 30 centimeters. Only Lu Mingfei could set foot on the battlefield of God.

If he won, the academy would open this door and cheer for him.

If he loses, the space-based kinetic weapon named "Sword of Damocles" in low-Earth orbit will launch the divine punishment integrated with the Word Spirit. Rhine at the Red Well.

The huge waves in the Red Well rose and fell, the walls cast dazzling lights, and the huge shadows on the foaming water surface swayed and rose.

Above the Red Well that Lu Mingfei could not see, the elemental turbulence caused by him collapsed, and the broken black clouds collapsed in the violent rain, and purple lightning like dragons and snakes was bursting out.

The box of the seven deadly sins was spread out in front of Lu Mingfei like a folding fan. He inserted lust and jealousy back into their own grooves, and then held the last sword with both hands.

Sabre, furious.

The sharp claws of the scales slowly closed on the furious hilt, and the regicide blade forged to kill the caster himself trembled more and more terribly with every tightening.

Until the end, the dragon head embossed on the hilt opened its eyes!

Almost at the same time, the sound of scales rubbing against each other was like metal fragments scraping against each other, piercing and sharp, ringing in Lu Mingfei's ears.

Lu Mingfei saw his own shadow on the mirror-smooth blade, and he let out a low roar, a little afraid and a little disappointed.

The thing in the mirror had knotted muscles and bulging tendons, and the surface of the skin had black iron scales like leaf patterns, printed with flowing golden red in the light and fire.

The fierce back muscles bulged, reminding people of the bulging mountains.

Lu Mingfei slowly raised his head and looked up at the dazzling wall lights on the four walls. The rain dripped in from the gaps in the manhole cover, dyed red like blood.

Has the execution team of the academy already fought with the monsters of the Red Ghost River?

Many people will die.

At this time, a huge shadow covered him.

The swaying dragon head appeared in front of Lu Mingfei like the tentacles of a giant octopus!

The real...

Yamata no Orochi.

Rage was slowly raised, and the red-gold glow on the blade burst uncontrollably, illuminating the layers of scales.

The whole world was silent, and eight long necks bent and drooped from eight different directions, and at the end of each long neck grew a ferocious and beautiful dragon head.

Those dragon heads slowly approached Lu Mingfei standing on the edge of the platform, staring at him from all directions, and the depths of their pupils seemed to be burning with golden candles.

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The wipers swung like crazy, but they couldn't clear the water flow on the front windshield. Two men in the sky-blue Lamborghini smoked silently, and the choking smoke soon filled the entire car.

Chu Zihang listened to the roar of gunfire in the mountains and looked at the strange black storm on the distant mountain from afar.

It stretched from the sky to the mountains like a huge tornado, and the storm flowed with white and purple lightning, and the dull thunder was endless.

"Is it elemental turbulence?" Chu Zihang asked in a low voice.

"Yeah." Ange nodded.

Lu Mingfei originally thought that Ange should have at least a hundred people as an auxiliary execution team, but he didn't expect that there was only this blue Lamborghini that had not even been modified parked on the river bank.

The water level of the Tama River was rising wildly, the river was turbulent, and the huge waves hit the banks back and forth. Dense raindrops fell into the water, rippling countless ripples that interfered with each other.

"So the Yamata no Orochi has appeared in Hongjing, then why are we still here? Can Junior Brother solve it alone?" Chu Zihang asked.

"Zihang, you have to have confidence in Mingfei, he is the only S-level among us."

"But you, the principal, are also S-level."

"I am a 130-year-old man. Look at this hunting suit on me. It has been with me for a hundred years. It is impossible for it to accompany me through the next hundred years." Angers narrowed his eyes, and his fingers tapped the rhythm of a melodious and deep aria on the steering wheel.

"If there is anyone in this world who can really kill the Dragon King and end the history of the dragon clan, that person will never be me, he can only be Mingfei."

"But my junior brother is only a sophomore." Chu Zihang thought for a while and said, "He hasn't even taken a practical class."

Angers slowly opened his eyes, and the iron-gray eyes under the tortoise-shell frame looked at the elemental turbulence in the mountains like Chu Zihang.

"We have reasons to do this." He said.

"I don't understand." Chu Zihang said.

"Gen Chisheng came to see me not long ago." Ange said, "He is my student like you, I have no reason to refuse."

"I understand."

"He told me that Tachibana Masamune may not be the same Tachibana Masamune as before." Ange said, "Someone has replaced him."

The image of an old Japanese man wearing a black haori flashed before Chu Zihang's eyes. He frowned slightly and turned his head to look at Ange.

"As far as I know, Tachibana Masamune was the previous head of the Snake Eight Families. When he was in office, he held real power, and the power of the entire family in Japan returned to the peak of history." He said, "To reach that position in the social model of the survival of the fittest in the Japanese underworld, it is not feasible to rely solely on conspiracy and intrigue. It also requires power like you, the principal, to sweep away the eight family heads."

"The history of Tachibana Masamune's rise is different from what you imagine. He became the head of the family not by relying on strong power, but by balance."

"Balance?" Chu Zihang is good at politics and can think of the meaning of this word.

At this time, not far from them, the entrance where the Akagi River merges into the Tama River was gushing out a huge amount of blood-red underground river water. Further away, there were a large number of fishing boats lying across the river, but they were so far away from them that they were almost invisible.

All fishing boats sank fishing nets with amazing mesh density and tough materials in the water, and all the underground passing through there would be caught.

"The fierce ghosts and the eight families of Snake Qi are all following the footsteps of God, but Yuan Zhisheng suspects that from a certain time, the leaders of the ghost slayers and the ghosts were replaced by someone, and someone was pushing a conspiracy." Angers said.

"But what does it have to do with our appearance here?"

"Some people think that my threat to them is greater than Lu Mingfei's threat to them, so if I appear here, the pressure on Hongjing will be much less." Angers smiled, "Are you angry? I dragged you into the affairs of adults."

"I was an adult many years ago." Chu Zihang said.

The viaduct across the river swayed like a giant snake in the wind, and the purple-white lightning bombarded the end of the bridge from all sides of the sky like dry giant tree branches.

The rainstorm seemed to stop for a moment, and then Chu Zihang saw two ravens flying from where the lightning fell. They flew towards the Lamborghini and hovered over the Tama River, where red and dark yellow intertwined.

They have dark golden pupils.

Chu Zihang suddenly clenched the handle of Murasame's knife.

"You have always wanted to find an opportunity for revenge. You are an avenger like me. I think this is a good opportunity." Angers pressed the car window, and the wind blew in the rain. The old man flicked the cigarette butt into the river. I don't know when the folding knife had slipped into his hand.

"Odin?"

"It's Odin." Angers nodded. "Are you scared?"

"No, I've been looking for him for a long time." Chu Zihang shook his head.

Lightning illuminated the boy's face. The face was expressionless, and the pupils were shining with the emperor's gold.

They pushed the door and got out of the car at the same time. The door was like a passage into another world. In a trance, what they stepped on was not a saline-alkali mudflat, but an asphalt road with no end in front or behind.

"No. 0 elevated road, my father and I have been here before, Odin's... Nibelungen."

Chu Zihang said.

They came to the side of the elevated road and looked into the distance. The two ravens were circling above their heads.

Looking out, there are endless black clouds and endless rain, and the end of the field of vision is an insurmountable high slope.

Looking down, it seems to be a bottomless abyss, and the reinforced concrete pillars are like rows of giant ribs supporting this road that seems to float in the sky.

Chu Zihang carried Murasame, and the rain instantly soaked his whole body, but he was not afraid, and even felt excited.

How many years, how many years...

I have been looking for you for so many years...

The sound of heavy horse hooves echoed between heaven and earth, and countless black shadows stood up from the accumulated water on the elevated road. Angers pinched Chu Zihang's shoulders.

"In fact, I brought you here because you have the mark of Odin on your body. Even if I die, you can walk out of this world and let other old guys know that the war has begun." The old man said softly,

"Don't leave me, but don't get too close."

Chu Zihang turned his head to look at Angers. Many years ago, a man said the same thing to him.

"This is how the world is, Zihang. If you are too far away from me, I will abandon you. If you are too close to me, I will hurt you by mistake. Imagine that you are a kite." Angers said, his heart roaring like a war drum in his chest.

Golden flames appeared at the end of the road in front of them. An eight-legged horse wearing a mask, spewing lightning fragments from its mouth and nose, carrying God out of the darkness.

The mask of God seemed to be torn open by a sharp blade, revealing the face of the man underneath.

Chu Zihang's body became colder and colder, and his heart became quieter.

"Dad..." he said.