Dragon Clan: Thought So Far

The sound of the sword entering the body was so dull that it made people's teeth ache. When I looked again, he had already retracted the long sword with the cherry-colored sheath and wiped the blood on the blade with the long hem of Yunzhong Juejianji's gorgeous dress.

Many years ago, when Tachibana Masamune fostered them in the mountains, he said something to Genji and his brother. He said that when a real samurai died, he always heard the sound of wind, because their throats were cut open, and the air in their lungs was still being sprayed out of the throat, which would also splash blood.

Only the samurai himself could hear this kind of wind sound, because the air in the trachea was too weak, like breathing, the god of death was close to your ear and breathing.

But at this moment, Kazama Ruri actually heard that kind of wind sound when she cut open the belly of the Yamata no Orochi, like the narrow tube effect when a high-speed airflow rushed through a narrow and wide air tube. The wind sound with the smell of blood almost covered the entire front of Kazama Ruri from the wound in the belly of the giant snake.

"Dead things shouldn't have heartbeats, blood pressure, or so much air in their lungs." Fengjian Liuli walked like walking on the wind, leaving his shadow in the snow.

The scarlet blood didn't splash on him, but when it fell on the frozen ground, a large cluster of steam rose immediately.

The temperature of the blood was very high, even close to boiling.

The huge wound split open to both sides, exposing the abdominal diaphragm wrapped by the pale muscle tissue of the Yamata no Orochi. The membrane was originally bloodless, but the long sword of the source girl not only cut open the abdomen of the Yamata no Orochi, but also injured its internal organs, and even cut the thing hidden in the belly of the snake. The hot blood spurted out, dyeing the pale membrane covered by the spider-web-like dry blood vessels red.

The eyes of the source girl suddenly lit up, like a small spark ignited in his pupils.

That was not excitement but vigilance. His heart, as an extremely evil ghost, was beating wildly, pushing the hot blood and the ingredients of the evolutionary medicine he had taken for so many years to every inch of muscle.

Through the pale translucent abdominal diaphragm, Feng Jianli saw that the abdominal cavity of Yamata no Orochi did not have the complicated internal organs and organs he had originally imagined, but only densely stacked and pale blue scales reflecting a thin cold light in the gray skylight.

The scales of any creature are ultimately a composite structure composed of a tight fiber plate layer and a biological membrane, or a composite structure composed of a bone layer and a biological membrane. The components of the scales of ordinary creatures in the ecosystem are hydroxyapatite composed of carbon and phosphorus. The components of dragon scales are not much different, but the dragon bone will wrap these fragile inorganic substances to form a structure that is difficult for even bullets to penetrate.

The main function of scales is to cover the surface of the organism to protect the organism from corrosion from other levels of the ecosystem. It is also an indestructible armor for dragons.

Who would cover his internal organs with armor?

The king jumped down from the spine of Yamata no Orochi and crushed the ice on the ground. He reached out and grabbed the long sword of Kazama Ruri, inserted the sword along the crack of the wound, and then ran wildly along the direction of the corpse.

The sword was as sharp as the blades of Doujikiri Yasunaga and Spider-Kiri. It was forged by a master whose reputation resounded throughout the Japanese archipelago before the ancient alchemy was lost. It was originally a weapon for beheading demons, but it eventually fell into the hands of demons.

The sharp blade tore open the muscles and abdominal diaphragm of the dead Yamata no Orochi with a whistling sound, and the things inside rolled down, and the pale corpse immediately deflated.

If the ribs were not still supporting it, perhaps Yamata no Orochi would only be left with a balloon-like skin.

Kazama Ruri slowly tightened his body. He had seen clearly what appeared in front of him. It was a snake.

A blue-green giant snake that seemed to be dead!

It has folded wings behind it, and a pair of curved and sharp horns on its hideous and beautiful head. Compared with the appearance of Yamata no Orochi, which looks like a monster with genetic mutation after being exposed to nuclear radiation, this snake seems to be more in line with human speculation about dragons.

It is much smaller than Yamata no Orochi, and can even be swallowed whole, but some kind of blood suppression is emanating from the body of this snake, making the boy whose body is occupied by the devil feel cold in his heart.

The one who is afraid is Minamoto no Chitose, and the one who is excited is Kazama Ruri.

The evil ghosts in hell and the boy in the mountains exist in this body at the same time, so his heart is beating wildly, but his face shows a ostentatious smile.

The first knife pierced the throat of this dragon snake, but at this time, the hideous wound has been almost completely healed. There is a huge amount of mucus on the green scales, and spider-web-like white silk threads grow under the mucus, which are still connected to the abdominal cavity of Yamata no Orochi.

The king returned to Fengjian Liuli panting and returned the knife to him, with an obsessed look in his eyes.

"It was the dragon that first appeared in the red well, Suserihime?" Fengjian Liuli whispered.

"It was her. Look at this great structure. For God, Suserihime is a more suitable host than Susanoo..." The king sighed softly.

Anyone who saw Susanoo's body would feel terrified, that kind of hideous weirdness, that kind of distortion that should not exist in the world...

But Suserihime's sleeping body looked beautiful. Although it was also hideous, it also had the beauty of a god or a devil.

"It's not dead yet?"

"The god is just sleeping, and the Yamata-no-Orochi is just her food." The king circled around Suse Riki's huge dragon head. He pressed his body against the dragon's facial bones and stroked his hands like a lover's body. Dragon scales.

But Sushi Riki just rose and fell slowly, with a cold breath in her breath.

The white silk thread touched the general's feathers and his skin, and the strong corrosiveness immediately cut the old man black and blue, but he actually let out a heartfelt admiration from his mouth, as if he was praising himself for finally embracing the ultimate in the world.

The sleeping Susorihime slowly stretched her scales, and more slender white silk grew under the scales. The new white silk looked like spider silk and feathers.

They were like living worms, climbing to the edge of the red well like lichen, and spreading into the water storage well filled with the corpses of dragon subspecies and tens of thousands of ghost-toothed dragon vipers.

Dragons will secrete such silk threads from their bodies when they cocoon or evolve. When they are still full of activity, they are as hard as steel and far more flexible than spider silk. They are actually hollow pipes inside. The end of the pipe will secrete toxins that can decompose corpses and plants when organic matter is captured. After completely absorbing the opponent's life force, the life force will be transported back to the dragon's body through the pipe.

If King Shinnyu actually transferred the sacred remains to Susurihime's body, then it is conceivable that Yamata no Orochi had already doomed his daughter's fate when he swallowed it into his belly.

Suse Riki has even completely digested the god's internal organs, and the next step is its bones and flesh. This next-generation species will completely inherit the White King gene that Yamata no Orochi plundered from Akaki River and Takamagahara, and will eventually inherit the gene that became The legacy of the new generation of White King.

At this time, the white silk stretched into the red well was suddenly dyed red, and the red grew towards the big blue snake.

"But our people said that the real Yamata no Orochi is in Tokyo Bay, and there is a battle going on there." Kazama Ruri's eyes followed the red end of the thread as it approached the giant snake's body, and then completely injected it into its flesh and blood. .

"So what, God will not favor a failed loser, and Izanazaki is just an audience member who fell on the way." The king shook his head. He now looked like a crazy child and an actor on the stage. , not only wanted to shake his head, Yuan Zhennu even suspected that he was about to dance.

No matter who's face is hidden behind that mask, that person must have a deep understanding of the Dragon Clan.

If it is a proud first-generation species, even parasites that only carry their genes will be as proud as them and will not be willing to parasitize losers.

"Why did it choose a second-generation species?" Yuan Jingnu's eyes flickered. He had many questions. It was not yet... the time to kill.

Before the king or even Sakurai Kogure, who was closest to Kazama Ruri, knew that the alchemical matrix was densely covered under his skin. That precise and magical alchemical matrix was powered by the heart of Minamoto Girl. In this mountain boy, It won't stop functioning until it dies.

"The Yamata no Orochi is different from the four great monarchs created by the Black King Nidhogg. It is the first generation species created by the Holy Skeleton copying the White King's genes and giving fragments of these genes to a certain creature." Wang will sweep He shook off the snow on his shoulders and clapped his hands. As if it was an order, men in black immediately rushed out of the darkness pushing giant cutting machines.

It was a cutting machine that was huge enough and powerful enough. Its saw wheel was even more than three meters in diameter. It was originally used to cut giant sequoias that were two hundred years old. But at this moment, there was an explosion of roar, and the saw wheel slowly Approach the sleeping Suse Riki.

"The four great monarchs have changed their identities and their appearances, leaving countless allusions in the history of the human world with various names, but they have never left any heirs... I think this is the one who The restrictions left by the Black Emperor on the first-generation species prevent them from spreading their genes, which means that their gender has become irrelevant," Wang Jiang said in a deep voice, his voice almost drowned by the roar of the engine.

"But Yamata no Orochi is an evolved human being. Susano'o and Izanagi have never suffered the curse of genes. They can have offspring... So in the process of complementing their genes, they evolved the ability to The ability to grow a second set of sexual organs, and they combined with each other to give birth to Sushi Riki in a certain fault in history. We all know that human genes cannot be erased in the process of evolution, and Yamata no Orochi can never become a true white. King, but their descendants are pure dragons. The holy skeleton will choose such descendants for parasitism, and eventually the ancient god will stand up from Sushi Riki's body. "

Kazama Liuli listened silently, his nails digging into his flesh where the king could not see him, and the murderous intent in his devilish eyes could no longer be suppressed.

"This is thanks to our good boy Lu Mingfei. He destroyed the dragon's brain nerves. God will have to spend some effort to repair this body and then restart the road to becoming a god. Otherwise, what we will face will be furious... The emperor." The king looked up in fascination at the dense sparks that burst out when the saw wheel touched the scales. The light and fire danced on the pale mask. The sound of the bones being torn apart was frightening. The surrounding woods were full of fire just now. The raven falls again.

"But I still don't understand, what if he continues to dissect Suserihime after killing and dissecting Yamata-no-Orochi?"

"Thanks to our partners, who have always stood by me and my dearest students. Some foolish people call them the Illuminati, and the secret party calls them the kings of the dark side." The king's feathers fluttered in the wind. He stared at the movement of the cutter and blurted out one of the ultimate secrets in the world.

"But we call ourselves..."

"The Holy Palace Medical Society."

The source girl savored the name of this organization and searched for them in her memory, but in the end she found nothing.

"Why do you think the cruise ship was sent to Tokyo Bay at that time and happened to collide with Izanagi?" The king looked at Fengjian Liuli and patted the boy on the shoulder.

"The throne of this world is right in front of us. In the end, only you will ascend it. You will represent us ghosts and stand among the monarchs of the dark side, because you are also a true monarch... No, the Supreme!"

"I thought that person would be you."

"No, I am old, and my bloodline is far less excellent than yours. The only hope is that if you ascend the throne, you can give me a little reward from your fingers, just as a reward for pushing you to the throne." The king said it with a solemn oath, but Fengjian Liuli sneered in his heart.

"So it was also your friend who attracted Angers to the intersection of the Red Ghost River and the Tama River?" Fengjian Liuli narrowed his eyes slightly, so that his eyes were very similar to his brother's, exactly the same.

"A great king decided to help you." The king said with a faint smile.

"But how do you know the holy remains are in Suserihime?" Fengjian Liuli asked casually.

"Not long ago, we had a conflict with the Eight Snake Clan near here, and suffered heavy losses because they finally found the well where the gods hid their remains." Wang Jiang said. At this time, the men in black had peeled out the huge heart. The thing was still connected to the blood vessels and was still beating. The dark green heart was wrapped in a network of blood vessels and protected in a dark golden bone cage, like a mysterious and magnificent gem.

They carefully placed it on a temporary dissection table, then slowly stepped back, letting the heart roar like a war drum.

"I threw the remains of the ancestors dug out from the family shrine into the well, and installed trackers and monitoring probes on it. Most of these devices were destroyed, but some of them survived. Interestingly, through those probes, we saw Yamata no Orochi and Suserihime at the same time, but all the ghost-toothed vipers sent the remains containing the White King gene fragments to Suserihime's mouth."

Wang Jiang said.

He walked towards the heart, touched it, kissed it, and his crazy look made people who saw him feel cold!

"The last question, since the Holy Palace Medical Association is so powerful, why don't you do it yourself?" Yuan Zhinv asked coldly, holding the knife.

"The secret party is also investigating this matter." Wang Jiang shrugged, "Unfortunately, even the kings of the dark side are unwilling to have a head-on conflict with the things around the boy."

He suddenly froze, and his crazy eyes became blank.

Wang Jiang lowered his head and saw the tip of the knife piercing from his chest. The tip of the knife was pointed out inch by inch, and blood splashed out like a blooming flower.

"Despicable evil ghost, delusionally wanting to touch something that should not be touched." Yuan Zhinv whispered in his ear.

The long knife was pulled out, and then Wang Jiang heard the whistling wind.

His vision was spinning, and finally fell to the ground.

He realized that he had been beheaded.

Then the old man's consciousness began to dissipate, and the sound of the body falling was finally heard.

The world is slowly getting darker, and the huge heart taken from the dragon's body is beating slightly in the increasingly dim world. (End of this chapter)