Dragon Clan: Thought So Far

The roar of the helicopter rotors cutting crazily in the storm suddenly faded away.

At the same time, no one noticed that a certain beheader who steadily and quickly harvested alien lives with the sound of heavy and powerful gunfire also quietly left.

Jiude Mai sat expressionlessly in the open cabin, stepping on a huge narrow alloy box, which was loaded with weapons that could compete with gods.

The girl silently looked at Tokyo in the distance. This city that she didn't like so much suddenly turned into a mirage on the ocean. The tsunami poured in from the direction of Tokyo Bay, sweeping across the largest urban circle in human history for dozens of kilometers.

Layers of black waves were hitting the reef-like buildings, and the highway was adjacent to the sea. Containers, car wreckage and motorcycles with twisted bodies were like monsters sweeping across the streets and were fiercely hit by the waves on the side of the gray-white building.

The tallest building in Tokyo actually lit up at this moment. It was the Tokyo Skytree, which started construction in 2008 and has not yet been opened.

It was a dim light, but it still guided the lost people like a beacon in a storm.

This was the limit of what the government could do. The tsunami came so suddenly that the most perfect disaster relief system in the world could not work effectively. The Chief Cabinet Secretary even called on the Self-Defense Forces to join the disaster relief operation, but the number of people affected reached tens of millions, and all efforts failed in the end. So the people wandering on the edge of death could only pray for self-help.

The Skytree was lit up and the city's power supply system was still running at full power. A certain false sense of security would comfort the people who were on the verge of collapse.

Jiude Mai's eyes swept across the top of the Skytree. She knew that Lu Mingfei had always wanted to take Eri to see the night view of the city there. Looking down at the city from the highest point there, she would feel that she was drowned by the candlelight like a mountain and a sea.

The darkness was still dotted with brilliant lights and flames, which were as brilliant as a Buddhist shrine full of candles. Jiude Mai tied up her long hair. When the light sleeves rose and fell, she could see the cold quartz embassy fixed on the girl's slender wrist. That was the serum of the ancient dragon, which helped Yuan Zhisheng reach another level...venomous.

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The beheader carried the huge double-edged sword on his shoulders. His whole body was covered with smelly blood. The dark brown liquid slowly dripped along the hem of his long clothes. He stepped out with one foot and stepped on the hideous corpse.

His eyes suddenly raised and looked at the distant mountains in the darkness. Behind the distant mountains was Tokyo. Different elemental turbulences were born in different directions of the city. These turbulences formed violent ionization reactions in the atmosphere, so lightning flashed down one after another in the thick clouds like mountains, landing on the top of the building still standing on the sea.

"It's really...crazy." The man whispered.

The heavy rain washed the broken limbs and blood gathered into a river on the ground. The number of alien species crawling out of the Red Demon River was astonishing, but the mercury prepared by the academy in advance was not completely used in the landfill of the red well, so it was used to pour into the cracks.

Mercury is extremely harmful to the dragon blood subspecies. White mercury spots soon appeared on the new batch of alien species. They did not even attack immediately, but bit each other painfully.

Within half an hour, no alien species crawled out from the ground, but the hellish roar was still coming from every crack.

But this beheader from the Snowdon family knew clearly that it was not him or this battlefield that really determined the outcome of this war.

There were more than three giant elemental turbulences monitored in the sky above Tokyo, which meant that a total of three dragon kings descended on the capital of this island country.

In addition, there were other relatively small elemental tides converging. Under the vortex of each elemental tide was a pure-blooded dragon or a monster with a powerful bloodline awakening. The return of God awakened the descendants of God, and the descendants and army of the White King were awakening from slumber.

Even if the most elite beheaders of the executive department gathered in Tokyo, and those crazy people on the gray list were mobilized from all over the world, I am afraid that it would be difficult for the secret party to suppress this matter quietly.

It's incredible, is this the end of the world?

The dragon kings rushed to the human world, as if they no longer cared about the exposure of their own tribe, as if they had decided to build a sacred empire again on this lost land.

Until this moment, the angry roar that seemed to sound from hell in the deep well completely suppressed by the heavy metal manhole cover finally subsided, and the beheader smoked a cigarette silently.

The man frowned, and there was still a thunderous roar in the well, as if thousands of mad dragons were rolling at the bottom of the well, almost knocking down the well wall, and the earth was shaking like an earthquake.

The Tokyo Meteorological Bureau was so busy today that the small earthquake between the mountains outside the city did not even attract their attention. The head of the executive department sent the middle-aged man with a Kanto accent away with the very casual reason of "land slide caused by construction".

There is no need to say more about the Tokyo Metropolitan Government. The highest-level administrative agency in this country has long been infiltrated by hybrids from all over the world. What happened in Hongjing was protected by many forces, and the government departments had no intention of investigating it.

The lock tongue of the manhole cover forged from alloy plates suddenly made a dull sound, and the roaring collision sound in the well fell silent. At the same time, the rain clouds occupying the sky were blown to another direction by the strong wind, and the sound of rain suddenly stopped.

All the people who were cleaning the battlefield stopped what they were doing, and hundreds of pairs of candle-like golden eyes flashed from their shadows and stared at the red well.

When the water storage well was designed, it was not used as a prison, so as long as the method was right, the manhole cover could be easily opened from the inside.

The beheader was holding a cigarette in his mouth blankly, and the ashes piled up without being brushed off.

The pneumatic valve opened, and the sound of high-pressure air entering the metal cavity was sharp and piercing. The manhole cover slowly opened to both sides, and then the hideous boy slowly rose from there.

The silver and blood-colored mist shrouded him. It was a blood mist mixed with mercury vapor.

The beheader could still recognize Lu Mingfei's facial features. His expression was calm, and his face bones were so hard that he couldn't even make a trace of extra expression.

His whole body was covered in hard scales, and those scales flowed with beautiful luster, as if they were forged with black metal. The steel-like muscles slowly rose and fell under the scales, so majestic and so beautiful.

In addition, the child even grew wings unique to dragons, huge, narrow, and broken. The wind rising from the bottom of the well blew the membrane wings and lifted Lu Mingfei up and down in the wind.

The dark golden box was held in Lu Mingfei's hand. After drinking the blood of the first generation, the seven deadly sins fell into a deep sleep, as quiet as a baby.

The beheader opened his mouth and said nothing. Then the wind swept away, and the hideous dragon-shaped boy rose into the air.

Under the dazzling light of the sky, the beheader clearly saw Lu Mingfei's hard steel-like facial bones shattered inch by inch, and his face made a hideous expression.

Then he flapped his wings and broke through the sound barrier in an instant!

The boy seemed eager to leave here and go to a place he wanted to go. The beheader had many questions to ask, but no one could keep up with Lu Mingfei at this moment. Under the red well, he pushed his bloodline to the incredible fourth degree of violent blood.

Every time he pushed the road to godhood to such a degree, Lu Mingfei could feel the human part of himself slowly slipping away. Although it was not easy to detect, the violence and cruelty of the dragon were seeping out of his bottomless soul.

It was hard to say whether Lu Mingfei could restore his human appearance after using the blood-thirsty last time. Perhaps it would be more appropriate to call him a dragon at that time.

After killing the Yamata no Orochi, he could have gotten rid of this extremely damaging mental state, but Lu Mingfei did not find the ugly, lowly bug that carried the White King's gene on the Yamata no Orochi's spine.

The holy bones were not on Susanoo's body, and he immediately realized that he had made a fatal mistake.

Since Izanagi had been confirmed to still be alive in this world, but was sealed in the altar of Takamagahara for a long time, was it possible that the holy bones had never left his body at all?

What made Susanoo transform into the Yamata no Orochi was just the highly poisonous blood in the body of the honorable second-generation White King.

The real holy remains are still preserved in Izanagi, who had endured three world-destroying words. Now that the big snake is free, he may be cruising in the tsunami that swept Tokyo, looking for the next host of the holy remains...

From the experience of another world, Eri is the most favored human by the holy remains in this era.

The dazzling sunlight fell from the sky, flowing above the gray cloud mountain that rolled like waves. Lu Mingfei felt the rising power in his body. When he breathed in and out, all the elements around him also breathed in and out. In this state, Lu Mingfei completely possessed the appearance and power of a dragon, as if the highest power in the world could no longer force him to kneel.

He flapped his wings with all his strength and then folded them suddenly. The violent air flowed backwards along his body. He cut the clouds like the sharpest knife in the world. Dense lightning burst out from the gaps in the clouds with Lu Mingfei's body as the core.

This is the power that only a king can possess, which can make him appear anywhere in the territory at a speed far exceeding that of sound.

The fourth degree of blood burst plus the dragon bone state is not enough to kill the Yamata no Orochi, which is superior to the next generation. Lu Mingze lent his power to Lu Mingfei, but it was just a tiny bit.

But even a little bit of the power of the little devil is enough to tear the Yamata no Orochi into pieces.

Thermite incendiary bombs and thousands of tons of mercury cannot hurt gods, but demons can.

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After waiting for everything around to calm down, the beheader stood alone at the edge of the red well with an almost burnt cigarette in his mouth.

Five armed helicopters were circling and flying above this huge water storage well covering an area of ​​more than two square kilometers, and the dazzling spotlights cut each other in the hazy sky light like peerless swords.

After letting his eyes adapt to such strong light, the beheader slowly lowered his head. The well was still filled with a thin mist of silver and scarlet. In the beam of light from the spotlight, countless tiny water droplets flowed like a river in the extremely fast airflow.

But the beheader's eyes could still see everything at the bottom of the well through the mist that was dozens of meters deep. He felt like he had crossed the long river of ancient times and returned to the battlefield of the Age of Gods thousands and tens of thousands of years ago. The world was dead silent, and only the behemoth at the bottom of the well was unwillingly sticking its head out of the water, and scarlet blood flowed in its dimmed golden eyes.

The beheader of the Snowdon family had his pupils dilated, and the oncoming wind lifted his hair and made it flutter wildly.

"God..." the man murmured in a low voice.

Everything in the Red Well was like hell. The monster Yamata no Orochi, which was transformed from Susanoo in Japanese mythology, was confirmed dead.

It seemed to have suffered great torture before death. Each of its huge heads, like dragons and snakes, left a shocking penetration wound on the back of its head.

It was obvious that a huge weapon pierced its brain from the lower jaw from bottom to top.

The Seven Deadly Sins is still a secret to the secret party so far, and few people know what kind of weapons are loaded in the bronze box. But the beheader saw Lu Mingfei pull out a scimitar with a length of seven or eight meters from the box.

But what really shocked him was not the penetration wounds that caused fatal injuries to Yamata no Orochi, but the injuries left on the body of the snake.

The person who killed it cut open the mountain-like body that was probably nearly 100 meters long along its spine.

The blood had been drained, and its bones were pale, with blue bone spurs growing along the spine exposed to the groundwater, like steel thorns.

Eight heads that could even swallow a van were slightly raised. In the short time that the beheader looked at the bottom of the well, the dark gold had completely faded from the vertical pupils, leaving only a dead gray, and the gray eyeballs had a marble-like white luster.

Yamata no Orochi really died, suffering the ultimate punishment in pain.

This creature that could be compared with the four kings even in the Age of Gods seemed to still retain its majesty in life even after death. Everyone who was watching it at the edge of the Red Well was trembling slightly.

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The roar of the locomotive engine was like the roar of a lion or tiger. Caesar put the polished Desert Eagle on his waist and inserted the short hunting knife named Dick Tudo into the scabbard hanging on the locomotive tank.

The head of the executive department at the Red Well had reported the situation on the scene to the only person in charge of the Gattuso family at the time, but at the same time Caesar also noticed a figure flashing in the clouds.

He knew it was Lu Mingfei.

No matter what that guy was going to do, Caesar realized that he must not be absent.

More roars sounded behind him.

The Gattuso family's army will follow their young master to the god-level battlefield. (End of this chapter)