Dragon Clan: Thought So Far

Red Well.

The corpses with miserable deaths were piled up in the valley, and the blood flowed along the gullies washed out by the water into the water storage well that had completely quieted down.

Each corpse was almost broken, and the lead core bullets wrapped in thin brass immediately shattered when they hit them, and the lead core deformed, which directly caused a cavity effect in the bodies of the executive department specialists.

The shield-shaped badges scattered on the ground revealed the identities of these corpses. They were the members of the Kassel Academy Executive Department who were responsible for staying behind to clean up the scene, participated in the Red Well mission, and assisted in killing the Yamata no Orochi Susano.

From the situation at the scene, it was easy to infer what had happened not long ago. Tons of large-caliber bullets covered the area from all directions, and the supersonic bullets rotated and tore apart any creatures affected.

Men in black drove bulldozers out of the woods on all sides, and the rubber tracks rolled over the broken ice and bones, making dense and shattering sounds.

——The battle started and ended in an instant. Before the people in the academy even realized what was happening, this temporary camp was completely covered by the artillery positions set up by the US military stationed in Japan dozens of kilometers away.

The sudden artillery fire tore apart the academy's defenses and caused the battle-hardened elite to fall into a moment of panic. It was in this moment of panic that the second round of offensive was launched from the sky and the mountains in all directions.

The heavy armed helicopters cast shadows that covered the sky and the sun, and the trees on the mountains collapsed, revealing the cold machine guns and hideous muzzles that had been set up below.

The thunderous gunshots completely submerged the area near Hongjing like a tide. The sound of the tide lasted only a few seconds before the world became silent as death.

In the end, the one who could still stand was the powerful beheader, the dragon-slaying sword honed by the Snowden family.

He carried a huge sword on his shoulder, and a fiery stream emanated from his body. In the smoke, blood and bones, this man looked like a bronze sculpture. Bullets could not penetrate his muscles, and artillery fire could not burn his flesh.

Word Spirit. Bronze Throne.

Bloodline Origin, King of Bronze and Fire.

He roared and charged at the old man who jumped from a helicopter ten meters high, his expression ferocious like a demon.

Proud blood flows in Snowdon's surname. He was too proud to bow to anyone, and he would die in the middle of the charge even at the last moment of his life.

So what ended his life in the end was a beautiful knife arc like a girl's eyebrow.

It was a cherry red long knife, the blade splashed with cold light, and the power when it clearly cut off the neck bone was so powerful that it reminded people of some air pressure-driven machines, but the hand holding the handle was slender and soft.

——The bulldozer scooped up the body fragments and the frozen soil and gravel, rumbling to the edge of the Red Well and dumped them in.

A huge amount of bubbles emerged from the deep water, and the blue tide swept over, gnawing away the blood, flesh and bones. After they swam past, only the dust-like sand and stones were left in the dumped fragments.

Even though the gods who temporarily lived in the Red Ghost River had died, these ghost-toothed vipers that survived on dragon genes were still lingering in the underground Red River, but this continuation would not last too long. Soon, the purification function of nature would re-embrace the Red Ghost River that had lost all the divine bones and gods. The underground river would eventually become a dead river rich in mineral iron, and there would no longer be such a huge and incredible ecosystem to be rebuilt.

The huge lifting equipment was transported here and assembled in just a few dozen minutes, and the crane originally installed nearby by the academy was also reactivated.

Dozens of spiral steel nails were driven into the huge body of the Yamata no Orochi Susanoo along the spine, and the crane hung the hook on it. Amid the rumbling sound, the headless god was lifted up from the red well.

The underground river water with denatured protein floating on it separated from the god's body in all directions with smelly white steam, and the viperfish corpse and lung snail shell hanging on the huge body like a mountain fell back into the water.

Dozens of steel cables used to fix the body suddenly tightened, and the sharp metal whistle pierced everyone's eardrums like a knife tip. The shadow slowly rose, and the people watching this scene let out a low cry of surprise.

In their eyes, there was both joy for the coming of a new era and some kind of unbelievable and slightly trembling fear.

The scales of the Yamata no Orochi still covered the whole body, but many of them were torn apart by sharp weapons, revealing the pale muscle tissue underneath, and the blue bone spurs grew along the spine exposed to the air after being cut open, and the face was full of sharp bone protrusions.

What a majestic and great creature this is. The helicopters hovering in the air cast circular spots of light on the body of Yamata no Orochi, and its shadow covered the wall of the well.

"It is a great creature, but such a great creature is just an abandoned failure." The old man wearing the mask of a nobleman looked at the magnificent corpse through the eyes of the mask that was funny and a little chilling.

From this guy's voice, one can already hear the irrepressible joy and excitement. His eyes followed the body of the god from bottom to top until the huge shadow completely covered him.

The body of Yamata no Orochi was as thick as a cement tanker, and its abdomen was further swollen, as if it was a pregnant female snake with huge snake eggs in its belly.

The long tail meandered from the well mouth to the water surface in the well, and collapsed on the metal guard plate of the well wall, as soft as if someone had pulled out the bones.

The sharp blade Amancongyun hidden in the long tail of the Yamata no Orochi, known as the sharpest long knife in the world, was taken away.

There is no doubt that it is completely dead. Its eight long necks have been cut off by the ferocious knife, but the cut is not smooth. It looks like a huge shark is looking down from the sky and cutting it with its jagged fangs. Those originally majestic and ferocious dragon heads were bitten off.

A total of six cranes lifted only the body of the Yamata-no Orochi. When Lu Mingfei killed it, he destroyed the ganglion at the tail of the monster's spine, and used the rage of a dragon to tear the heart of the Yamata-no Orochi into pieces.

The crane standing like a giant skeleton was making a soft sound of metal deformation due to being overwhelmed. Men in black in the valley silently used forklifts to clean up all the human and alien corpses, and mixed the meat that was inseparable. The block was pushed into the red well along with the soil at least thirty centimeters thick on the ground.

More ghost-toothed vipers rose from the depths of the red well. Those tiny snake dragons swung their long tails on the surface of the water, smashing the smelly protein foam, and biting the half-cooked alien corpses scalded by boiling water with their sharp teeth.

At the bottom of the well, apart from the sound of tide, there was only a dense clicking sound. The teeth of the ghost-toothed dragon viper were hard and sharp, and could even bite iron ore. It was not a problem at all to crush the alien bones whose bone structure had been destroyed by high temperatures.

The dragon heads that had been chopped off one after another were still floating in the water. Because they were completely dead, the golden eyes that represented bloodline and status had also transformed into marble-like pale color.

Eight pairs of pale snake eyes stared dimly at the mouth of the red well, like souls trapped in hell greedily thirsting for human flesh and blood.

Each dragon eye reflected the face of the king's ancient Japanese minister. On the pale mask are vermilion lips and iron-black teeth, with a dignified smile hanging on the lips.

"You have the power and prestige of a god, but in the end you are just a beast to be slaughtered. Susanoo's name is not on the list of future gods. The door of destiny was closed to you many years ago..."

The king uttered the last two words coldly, and the mask of the prince seemed to grow directly on his skin. As his tone became colder, his expression actually changed.

"Reptile," he said.

The body of the Yamata no Orochi hung on the crane's steel cable, passed over the heads of the general and the girl, and landed heavily on the open space behind them.

The endless heavy rain has stopped. After the heavy rain, there is a cold wave from north to south. In the cold wave, the fine snow flakes are like flying ashes, and a thin curtain of snow hangs under the gray sky.

Kazama Ruri was wearing a white kimono, and her long hair, shining with silver cold light, was cascading around his shoulders.

The cold wind blew by, and the thin Yunzhong Jue Sword Princess's costume fluttered in the wind.

He was so slender and light, even his shoulders were as lonely as a girl's when holding the long cherry-red sword in his arms.

Kazama Liuli slowly raised his head. His eyes were extremely beautiful and bright. The gray-white world was reflected in his pupils, and in the depths of his eyes danced a child-like joy that the king could not detect.

His long white hair was flying in the wind, and the mountain-like body of Yamata no Orochi was rising and falling behind him.

"When we learned that the secret party sent several young people to Japan, we all knew that Lu Mingfei was actually a guy with a devil in his heart." General Wang waved his hand and gathered hundreds of people around the edge of the red well. The members of the fierce ghosts retreated quietly along the way they came.

He and Fengjian Liuli were side by side, but they were facing different directions. Fengjian Liuli was still facing the wall of the red well that reflected the faint blue light, while the king was staring at the majestic and bright corpse.

At this moment, when he observed Yamata no Orochi's body at close range, the king could quietly feel the extreme violence gushing out from those scars.

Even though the boy was holding the mythical weapon forged by His Majesty Norton to kill his brother, it was really hard to imagine how he could deal with eight ferocious dragon heads and pierce the snake's neck with a huge saber at the same time. heart.

The king held down the edge of a scale with a strange shape and a texture close to decay, and uprooted it with a gentle force.

Under the eye holes of Gongqing's mask, the pair of dark golden pupils shrank suddenly.

Under the scales, the Yamata-no-Orochi's flesh and blood seemed to have been plowed by someone with an iron plow, and not a single inch of it was intact.

It can be imagined that the battle must have ended very quickly. The boy who had a record of killing kings burst out under the red well with a speed comparable to time zero and a power that could compete with gods, and instantly destroyed the extremely strong defense of Yaqi. The big snake makes it even unable to use Yanling Yaki.

After every head of the god was chopped off, the heart was pierced, and the ganglia on the spine were destroyed, its body still survived for a period of time, and its dark scales were stimulated by the spirit of words to grow, but they only grew to In less than half a day, the life of this big snake was completely cut off.

"Maybe he doesn't hide the devil in his heart." The king said in a low voice, "He is the devil himself..."

Yuan Zhimu didn't speak. He just held the long sword in the cherry red sheath and looked at the sky quietly.

"But we have reached the end of this ancient road called Huangquan. Even if he is a devil, he cannot stop us." The king gently stroked the pale scales of Yamata no Orochi, with a look of fascination in his eyes.

"The rubbings of the first edition of the Kojiki stored in the Jakiki Hakka Shrine say that the so-called holy bones are actually parasites carrying the Hakuo gene, which will attach to the host's spine and control the body and soul of the Yamata no Orochi. " Kazama Liuli said softly, his voice was soft and light, and his voice was a bit like Eriyi, but it was deeper, so it had masculine characteristics.

The huge corpse lying in front of them like an abandoned train silently released the majesty of this great creature during its lifetime.

Under the gray-white sky, the Yamata-no-Orochi looks like an ancient statue that has not yet decayed.

But the back of this statue was completely cut open. The person who killed it obviously wanted to find something from the god's corpse. He opened up its flesh and blood to find its bones, and followed the spine all the way down until he pulled it out. There are clouds in the sky.

The green bone spurs pointed diagonally towards the sky, like two rows of sharp swords.

But the spine was empty, with only pale knife marks.

The snow fell, the wind stopped, and the king silently stroked the cold snake scales.

"Come here, my most proud student." He said to Kazama Ruri, "Come to me quickly."

Veins popped up on the back of Fengjian Liuli's hands, but this reaction dissipated in an instant, and he obediently turned around and came to the king's side.

"Reach out your hand and press it on the scales."

Fengjian Liuli did not hesitate, and stretched out her right hand from her arms according to what the king said. She spread her slender fingers and gently pressed them on the pale, still intact scales.

The expression on his face gradually changed from numbness to shock, and finally to horror.

He slowly raised his head to look at the king's face, and saw the official mask looking at him, the golden pupils in his eyes flickering like candles held in hell.

The bright red lips on the mask slowly raised, getting bigger and more exaggerated. It was the kind of wild laughter that was full of tension and performance. The black feathers trembled in the old man's laughter, and his clothes His lines and long hair are like running water.

"This is impossible..."

Kazama Liuli murmured, "How could it be possible, how could it be..."

"There's a heartbeat, right?" The king laughed enough, and jumped up to the highest point on the Yamata no Orochi's back, looking down at the dead beast with disdain.

"It's already dead." Kazama Ruri whispered through gritted teeth.

"Of course, of course, it's dead!" The king opened his arms. He was so proud and flamboyant, as if his years of forbearance had finally paid off.

"The boy wanted to find the holy bones, but he failed. Do you know why?"

"Because the holy skeleton has escaped and fled to the heir who is truly suitable for it!" Wang Jiang couldn't wait for Fengjian Liuli's answer before telling him the answer. He was too proud and urgently needed to show off his strategy and despicability.

"Use your knife to cut open its belly, my student. The time has come for us to march towards the throne together!" The king gasped and gave his order. (End of chapter)