Dragon Clan: Thought So Far

A large group of black shadows slowly stood up in the flood of the ancient city. Without exception, they were all wearing black wind cloaks and holding rusty weapons.

The old people of the Kansai branch remained calm. They lit tobacco rolled up with old newspapers and held it in their mouths. They frowned and took off the white robes of the priests. Under the robes, they wore old but obviously well-maintained black suits.

They sat in their respective cars and talked in low voices. In an instant, pale scales had spread all over the cheeks of the old people.

In a corner unknown to everyone, the family has been raising such a group of evil ghosts. When they were young, they were the best demon slayers. They all carried the blood feuds planted by the fierce demons. Some of them had their parents slaughtered, some had their children taken away, and some watched their wives being injected with evolutionary drugs and irreversibly becoming deadpools. In the end, they even had to pierce their loved ones’ hearts with their own hands.

Their hatred burned like fire, hatred for the demons, hatred for the evil spirits, hatred for the gods, and hatred for the eternal curses that flowed in their veins and in their family genes.

Wealth and power could not tempt them, because these old men lived only to wait for death, and in the process, they burned all the demons that appeared in front of them to ashes with the firewood they burned with their lives.

The Kansai branch was established after World War II, when Japan was defeated and the snake family suffered heavy losses. The remaining young people in the family united to form an organization to hunt down the demons throughout Japan.

The first batch of old men retired from the front line about twenty years ago.

The executive bureau at that time was in its heyday under the leadership of Tachibana Masamune and Inuyama He, and even became an organization that could compete with the executive part of the secret party to a certain extent.

With the semi-colonial behavior of Americans towards Japan, Western thoughts swept Japan again after the Meiji Restoration, and human rights thought emerged. The heads of the families believed that the cruel style of the Kansai branch was no longer suitable for the future war situation with the demons, so under the promotion of Tachibana Masamune, the old people of the Kansai branch who already had powerful armed forces gave up their identities and status in the family.

In other words, these old people are the only armed forces among the eight families of Snakesaki today that have not been infiltrated and may be controlled by Tachibana Masamune.

Since being summoned by Minamoto Chisei, the real Kansai branch, which has been reassembled after 20 years, has been gathering strength. At this time, the old people are in high spirits, and the doors of Lexus cars are pushed open one after another. The black leather shoes that have been polished are unscrupulously stepped on the stagnant water, splashing large flowers.

Then eight high-powered sports cars roared side by side at the end of the viaduct, and there was a steep downhill in front of them.

The black shadows like the tide walked out from the reflection of Takamagahara in the Night Food Plain. They all had the same face, so pale that it seemed that the endless rainstorm had bleached their skin color. The white of their eyes could not be seen. The bottom of their pure black eyeballs was glowing with ferocious gold. Their long hair was wet by the rainstorm and was scattered. Their red armor was incomplete, and there was a rotten white cloth tied on their foreheads.

The old people were shocked but relieved. Those monsters who had lived from ancient times to today in the Night Food Plain were wearing real red armor, which was the leather armor of the elite cavalry of the Takeda family in the Warring States Period of Japan. Now you can't see a complete set of red armor in the museum. Wearing these things is like fighting in antiques. And on those cloth strips were dragon gall, phoenix, spider, horse head, Yaksha...

The family emblems of the eight families of Snake Qi gathered in this army composed of alchemical zombies. The descendants of the White King stared at each other, and the living and the dead also stared at each other, as if they were going to fight in the next second.

Suddenly, heavy and slow drum beats rang out one after another on the dead overpass. The knights in red armor all raised their heads, as if attracted by the drum beats and returned to the battlefield before their death.

The drum beats were chaotic and dense, and seemed to compete with each other, and finally turned into drum beats like a tide, and finally even the rainstorm of water in the sky was vibrating in the drum beats.

Those were the hearts of the old people. Each of them had a cold and indifferent face. In their hands, they were crushing the empty glass syringes, and there was still blood-red liquid in the syringes.

That was the dragon blood poison that the Snake Eight Clan had developed by imitating the evolutionary medicine seized from the fierce ghosts, which was more potent but had stronger side effects!

The scarlet evolutionary medicine was pushed into the bodies of these old men with dry hair from the carotid artery, and then brought into the heart along the blood vessels. Then their hearts that had been silent for twenty years began to beat loudly in their chests, and the sound seemed to be overwhelmed by the drum beats of thunderstorms.

The old men slowly raised their faces, and everyone's golden eyes were burning. They carried the knives on their shoulders as they did many years ago. Their long-bent backs became straight as if they had reversed time. Their atrophied muscles became plump, and deep red blood vessels protruded from their bodies, like a tangled group of snakes.

The rain curtain was strangely quiet, and the deadpools who had walked to the end of the ramp suddenly rose with black smoke and dust. They were originally wearing black wind cloaks, and at this moment, those wind cloaks were turning into black ashes.

The hands holding weapons in the flying black ashes were dry and pale, with sharp claws. One by one, golden pupils lit up in the black army, and the pupil light was like a flickering flame.

There were more deadpools running in the ancient city. They ran wildly along the wide sacred road, like a rolling black tide, and like a group of demons pouring out of hell.

A huge black shadow flapped its wings and stirred up a frenzied tide of elements, making a harsh and hard roar like metal grinding. It was a dragon-shaped deadpool that was seven or eight meters long, including its long tail. It was covered with bluish-white scales, and under its human upper body was a long, powerful tail that twisted slowly.

The shadow of the monster in the sky was holy and evil, and it pressed down like a majestic hurricane.

"A servant of God, a prince who was killed in the Night Food Plain and then made into a corpse guard." Someone said.

The only thing that can be called a prince in the Age of Gods is a real dragon.

According to some ancient documents, the foundations of the giant cities ruled by the first generation in the Age of Gods and the Age of Kings not only buried tens of thousands of alchemical corpse guards, but the kings would also kill those traitors who opposed them and make their bodies into something similar to corpse guards.

Each dragon corpse guard is the most terrible and loyal predator. Their bones can survive for 100,000 years without decaying. In the environment of Nibelungen, this time will only be longer, almost forever. Their spirits sealed in the skeletons will not die, but will gradually become crazy in endless loneliness, hating everything living in this world.

But this dragon corpse guard did not attack at the first time, which means that its spirit still maintains incredible rationality.

Purple-white lightning spreads branches and leaves in the depths of the clouds like a towering tree, and the fierce light of lightning illuminates the ancient creature.

It has withered and has little muscle and tissue. The human-shaped part has slender bones. Although it is hideous, it has an inexplicable hideous beauty. Long hair hangs down on the pale skull, rolling like pale clouds.

Lightning penetrates between the ribs and sternum of the dragon corpse guard. There are no organs in its body. There are only nerves covered by the black death metal with cold light like pipes, covering and wrapping every bone.

The slender and powerful tail also seems to be only bones, but the surface is still covered with beautiful and charming white scales in the fierce light, slender and graceful, like a graceful dancer.

Dozens of surging murderous intentions locked onto the dragon corpse guard that was slowly vibrating its wings and stirring up the wind and elemental tide. The old people were not afraid of such things in the first place. After being injected with the evolution drug, the drastic dragon transformation made them completely forget what fear was.

The ancient alchemical knives that had drunk dragon blood decades ago woke up one after another, trembling on the shoulders of these old people whose bodies were steaming with heat.

But the dragon corpse guard with great majesty that seemed to be able to destroy everything with a wave of its hand was not angry.

On the contrary, it slowly fell into the bright headlight column, and after standing upright, its three-meter-tall body swayed gracefully like a cobra controlled by the sound of a flute, and finally crawled down gently, with its palms and forehead touching the rough asphalt road.

Everyone was confused, but immediately there was a thunderous sound behind them!

It was not thunder, but a great heartbeat that overwhelmed everyone with its own strength!

At the same time, a huge sound of wind came from the same place as the thunder. It was clear that something was breathing in that terrible sound of wind!

The old men looked at each other, and saw that the eyes of each of their companions had become the eyes of a dragon, and the golden pupils were filled with indifference to everything, even their own lives.

The pale and withered Chibei suddenly walked to the bottom of the ramp with heavy steps. They raised their heads, and pale scales grew on their cheeks that were decayed like zombies. Then these things also crawled down like dragon corpse guards.

The evil ghosts would not kneel down to their descendants from the human world, but would only kneel to the new king.

Half of the old men pointed their long knives at the medical cabin behind them that was operating for blood transfusion, and the other half of the old men held cigarettes and looked down at the ancient evil ghosts.

They raised their long knives at the same time, and their movements were uniform as if this was a war to destroy a country.

Another dragon corpse guard pushed aside the clouds and landed heavily between the old men. It did not even show any anger or hatred towards the living. It just growled in its throat and stared in the direction of Tachibana Masamune.

The old man standing in front of it pulled out a modified revolver with a huge caliber, and the muzzle spewed out flames that shot up into the sky. The thunder-like roar shook the surrounding rain curtains apart. The huge bullet embedded in the completely unprepared dragon corpse guard's eyebrows, and it was driven by inertia to look up at the sky.

The dragoon lowered his head again, and the hunter whose revolver was still smoking was reflected in his empty pupils.

The long sword was unsheathed and slashed at the dragon corpse guard with a blazing whirlwind, but the old man was strangled by the throat as soon as the sword was raised.

His reinforced larynx made a loud shattering sound, and the dragon corpse guard spewed anger from his eyes, and its claws slowly exerted force, almost killing him.

But the whistling sound of the wind sounded again, and the monster that had been dead for thousands or even tens of thousands of years roared from its teeth, threw the old man out more than ten meters away, and crawled heavily on the ground.

The whole world was breathing with the awakened thing, and the rich blood color spread out neatly from the gaps in the medical cabin. The gas was sucked and expanded with the sound of the wind, and in a few seconds, it gushed out from the gaps in the medical cabin in huge quantities, and in a few seconds, it was pressed back into the coffin covered by quartz glass by the terrifying wind pressure!

The white claws with scaly armor pierced the quartz glass cover, and white flames burned on each finger.

The medical cabin fell apart in the next second, not destroyed, but burned into ashes collapsed in the wind and rain by some force or some high temperature.

A sacred and hideous shadow walked out of the ashes. He was huge and beautiful, shining with white luster, and appeared in the dark Nibelungen, which was even dazzling.

That thing can no longer be called a human being. Masamune Tachibana obtained the first fetal blood generated from hematopoietic stem cells after Minamoto was parasitized by the holy bones. He inherited it with his own soul and body...

God's authority.

His body was no longer old, and the long black trench coat was also reduced to ashes when the medical cabin was burned. However, what was under the ashes was not human skin, but a scaly dragon body, with knotted muscles. The underside of the scales undulates like water, and the bones are thick and deformed. The scales all over the body open and close, just like Lu Mingfei or anyone would do when they transform into a dragon, using this method to disperse the excessive temperature in the body. go out.

The heavy rain fell on Tachibana Masamune and instantly turned into steam, erupting into a piercing whistle.

The ground beneath his feet cracked, and Tachibana Masamune walked out of the ashes step by step. He looked to the left and right and then up to the sky. This humble clone had some curiosity in its eyes, but its posture was as perfect as the Black King's creation. When he looked around It's like a new-born devil looking at the world.

Just a second later, the look in his eyes changed, becoming greedy and fierce, and he seemed to be dancing with excitement.

Gold filled his eyes, so it seemed as if lava was flowing under them.

He looked up to the sky and the earth again, his face cold but...

Dominate the world!

"Fire." Masamune Tachibana stood quietly in front of the Dragon Corpse Shou, pointing his finger on the top of his zombie head, like a priest facing a devout and penitent sinner.

But the dragon corpse guard was howling miserably, and the light shone out from its skull, as if the head was actually a crystal handicraft with a lighted lamp inside.

Then its body became transparent, and there was real fire burning in its body, but not a trace of fire escaped.

Yan Ling. Jun Yan.

In other words, absolute control over the fire element.

Chu Zihang can use "Junyan" to turn things he comes into contact into dangerous flammable materials, and now Tachibana Masamune can do the same.

When all the combustibles in the Dragon Corpse Shou's body burn, they will explode like a napalm bomb. A huge amount of heat is released in an instant, peeling off the Dragon Corpse Shou's nerves and muscle tissue still attached to the bones.

The huge bronze bones twisted in the flames, like evil spirits struggling in the sulfur springs of hell.

"You are wary of me, my student, but your justice forces you to make a choice." Masamune Tachibana expressionlessly looked back at Minamoto Chisheng's medical cabin, which had lost all movement, and laughed slowly and wildly.

"This is..."

"Despicable human beings!"

He spread his wings, smashed through the clouds like a cannonball soaring into the sky, and disappeared into the core of the Night Food Plain.

The next second, all the Deadpools raised their heads, and murderous intent surged toward the top of the viaduct from all directions like a sea wave. (End of chapter)