From Naruto onwards, I've become a dreamer.

Chapter 295 The Plan Has Changed; Protect Tokyo

Dark, inky clouds hung low, merging with the black sea horizon.

The sea surface rose and fell restlessly. A ship painted entirely in black sliced ​​through the waves like a sword, leaving a white trail in its wake.

"Evening weather forecast: From 8 pm tonight to 4 am, there will be gale-force winds of level 8 in the nearby sea area. Port services will be suspended. Please do not leave the port."

The evening weather forecast came through the ship's radio.

In such severe weather, ships generally do not choose to leave port unless they have a specific purpose.

Clearly, this ship, setting sail amidst gale-force winds and high waves, must have some hidden secrets.

A high-lumen searchlight was mounted on the bow of the ship, its blazing white light piercing the darkness and striking the night sky where dark clouds rolled. A muffled rumble of thunder, like the growl of a wild beast, accompanied by a biting chill, swept over the ship. A man holding a paper umbrella leaned against the railing of the ship's side, wearing a blood-red wide-sleeved kimono embroidered with large clusters of spider lilies.

This Amaryllis plant, known as Manjusaka, is as red as freshly drawn blood, contrasting beautifully with the man's fair skin, further highlighting the delicate beauty of an actress or performer.

At this moment, the captain in charge of piloting the ship came out, raised his hand to press down his hat which was about to be blown off by the strong wind, and said in a deep voice: "Lord Dragon King, ahead is the 'Sumeru Throne,' the offshore exploration platform of the Snake Clan. We have now completely taken it down."

"What a beautiful night!"

The man in the gorgeous costume was none other than the Dragon King of the Demon Clan, Kazama Ruri, who had previously ambushed Commissioner Kassel.

The captain dared not respond to that question and lowered his head deeply.

"It's so boring."

The lack of response after a long time left Kazama Ruri somewhat disappointed.

Fortunately, at that moment, the sea surface, hidden in the dark clouds, suddenly lit up as if on fire, with the line where the sky met the sea being especially bright, almost as if sunlight were shining on the sea. Then, it was as if a palace in the sea was rising, with exquisite pavilions and bright lights, more magnificent than a mirage.

"Lord Dragon King, that is the floating work platform of the Snake Clan, also known as the Sumeru Throne."

The captain pointed to the magnificent building and said, "The diving equipment you requested is stored up there. The equipment and other support personnel are all ready."

"Then let's go, it's time to visit our ancestors."

Kazama Ruri folded her paper umbrella, lowered her eyelids, and a faint glimmer appeared in her eyes.

The gantry crane moved over and lowered the suspension bridge. Ruri Kazama boarded the elevator and stepped onto this floating platform at sea, named after the Buddhist 'Sumeru Throne', which can withstand gale-force winds of level twelve.

As soon as you step onto the ground, you can see blood flowing everywhere, and the strong smell of blood that cannot be erased even by the sea breeze.

"Lord Dragon King!"

Two neatly arranged teams of people, dressed in black suits, stood on a swaying floating platform, yet seemed as stable as Mount Tai, as if their feet were firmly rooted to the ground.

One of them walked over with small, quick steps, then bowed deeply at a ninety-degree angle: "Your Majesty, the Sumeru Throne has been seized, and the diving equipment 'Dieselt' is ready!"

"I don't like dirty places." Kazama Ruri frowned slightly, gently covering her nose, a hint of disgust in her eyes. "Next time, remember to wash it clean, okay?"

The leader immediately lowered his head in fear and cried out, "Hi! I'm so sorry, Your Majesty the Dragon King!"

"Never mind." Kazama Ruri frowned, fanned herself in front of her nose, and asked, "When will the Snake-Headed Eight Clan discover this?"

"At the latest, two hours later; at the earliest, an hour and a half," the leader said.

"So, we still have one hour?"

Kazama Ruri covered her face with a paper fan and chuckled, "That's enough. Let's prepare to dive."

"Hi!"

The preparations were completed quickly, and after the final tests, Longma City boarded the Trieste.

Ironically, the Trieste was sponsored by Pompey Gattuso, the head of the Gattuso family, a mixed-race European family, with the aim of assisting the Tokyo trio in their mission to dive and explore the Lenin. However, it ended up falling into the hands of the Demons.

"Are you ready?"

Kazama Ruri stood on the railing of the floating platform, watching the submersible being slowly lowered by the crane, and said calmly, "Any last words? I will try my best to fulfill them."

In the cramped and confined cockpit, Longma Cheng, dressed in a waterproof combat suit, remained silent for a long time before shaking his head and saying, "No more, Lord Dragon King."

"Okay, let's dive down."

Kazama Ruri's eyes were devoid of any emotion as she coldly said, "No, I have one last thing to say."

After hesitating for a moment, Longma Cheng gritted his teeth and asked, "Your Majesty, after tonight, will the Snake-Headed Eight Families completely disappear?"

"Yes."

Kazama Ruri said, gently waving her paper fan.

"That's good, that's good."

A savage golden light shone in Longma City's eyes, his hatred almost tangible: "I'll do anything to destroy the Serpent Clan!"

For the past thirty-four years, due to the instability of their bloodline factors, they have been imprisoned by the Snake Clan like livestock, and have to undergo psychological tests, blood tests, and so on every month to ensure that they do not fall into depravity. This behavior will continue until they are forty years old.

Even though they had done nothing wrong, they were imprisoned like livestock simply because their bloodline was inherently unstable, and subjected to humiliating tests day after day, torturing their bodies and minds.

Without family, without friends, and certainly without love, who would want to end their life like this?
Yes, no one would willingly end their life like that!

Thus, the Fierce Ghost Clan was born!

In order to resist the Snake Clan and destroy those who are high and mighty, we are willing to trample on the world order!

"Go forth and take revenge on the Snake Clan, who reign supreme and established order."

Ruri Kazama's voice, like a demon's, stirred up the malice in Ryoma's heart, and he pulled the lever hard.

The Trieste has officially begun its dive.

500 meters.
1000 meters.
2000 meters.
3000 meters.
Below the deep sea, all around is pitch black.

After a violent impact, the Trieste finally reached the polar abyss when it reached a depth of 8,000 meters.

High-intensity searchlights illuminated the scene in Longma City: a colossal, dark tower standing beside a burning seabed fissure. Lava tides rose and fell in the distance, reflecting off the tower, making it appear both majestic and solitary, like a god.

Beyond an underwater ridge, the ancient city below unfolds like a scroll painting, centered around a towering tower and adjacent to a long river of lava, enduring for millions of years.

Half of the ancient city was destroyed by lava rivers erupted from the earth's crust, and the other half was reduced to ruins. Only the giant tower in the center, as black as iron, still stands stubbornly in the ruins after countless years, symbolizing the city's former glory.

"This is it, this is it!"

Seeing the ancient city of Longma from inside the submersible, I was overwhelmed by its ancient and majestic aura, and my eyes widened in disbelief.

"This is the origin of the Snake-Headed Eight Families, the place where gods are buried."

Ruri Kazama, on the floating platform, also saw this scene through the monitor. With a complicated expression, she said softly, "Or perhaps, it could be called 'Takamagahara,' the burial ground of that 'god,' the legendary path to the underworld that Izanagi walked."

Longma City piloted the Trieste deeper into the ruins, where a torii-shaped building came into view.

The remains of a colossal creature, enveloped by millions of lung snails, lay submerged beside the ruined torii gate. In areas not yet covered by the snails, structures resembling tendons and fascia were exposed, densely intertwined like blood vessels. It was barely possible to discern that it was a shipwreck.

That was his destination: the Lenin!

"For the Ghosts!"

"For freedom!"

Longma City's face was ferocious and tyrannical. He shouted slogans hysterically and drove the Trieste into the wreckage of the Lenin!

Boom! ! !

With a deafening roar from the seabed, the Trieste exploded.

The massive tremors caused the lung snails to detach from the hull, and the 'egg' carried on the Lenin oozed thick, black blood plasma during the impact.

Blood plasma, like a waterfall, irrigated the ruins that buried the gods.

That's dragon blood!

The ancient city, irrigated by dragon's blood, seemed to tremble and shake as if it were being revived.

On the floating platform, Kazama Ruri watched the red dots appearing one after another on the sonar detector, pounding like a heartbeat. She slowly withdrew her gaze and said calmly, "That's enough. Let's retreat. Let the Snake-Headed Eight Families worry about the rest."

(End of this chapter)