From Naruto onwards, I've become a dreamer.

Chapter 402 Entering the Battle Alone!

Caesar remained silent, sitting cross-legged on the edge of the bed.

He mechanically and indifferently repeated the action of inserting bullets into the magazine, as if only in this way could he briefly escape from the painful choice.

The number of bullets was ultimately limited, and soon all five magazines were filled.

Five magazines are enough for a battle.

On the other hand, Chu Zihang's preparations were much simpler. He sat cross-legged in the corner of the room, with the Murasame sword, which had been broken during the 'judgment,' lying across his knees.

He dampened the silk cloth with clean water and gently and slowly wiped the broken blade.

Chu Zihang's movements were very serious, as if he were handling a beloved object, or like an ancient warrior meditating. Every wiping motion was like cleaning away the dust from his heart, allowing it to regain its sharp edge!

Since his father disappeared, he has spent most of his time practicing swordsmanship and maintaining his swords.

Although the Murasame, made of alloy by the equipment department, doesn't actually need maintenance, you can just get a new one when it breaks.

Besides, what's the point of maintaining a sword that's been broken?

As for Lu Mingfei, we had hoped he would wake up, but in the end he was still curled up in the corner with empty and blank eyes.

Caesar found it boring, so he simply turned his gaze to the window.

The afterglow of the setting sun cast a golden glow upon the ancient city, as if gilding it with a layer of gold leaf.

A city, with a population of tens of millions, is entirely at his command.

As the sun completely sinks below the horizon and the dark star rises to the center of the night sky, a terrifying presence from the stars will invade and descend upon this beautiful city.

By then, even more people will die.

Caesar let out a deep breath, his eyelids lowered, and said in a hoarse voice, "The time is almost up."

"Ah."

Chu Zihang responded softly, then stopped wiping.

Set aside the broken Murasame, he slowly raised his eyelids, looked at Caesar who was still unable to make a choice, and said calmly, "We have no right to choose."

Caesar remained silent, a pained expression on his face.

"If we don't do this, even more people will sacrifice themselves."

Chu Zihang, his golden eyes fixed on Caesar, said softly, "I don't know if this is the right thing to do, but I know very well that if we don't stop them here, not only will Kassel College die, but many more people will die!"

Caesar's face grew increasingly pained; he knew full well the consequences of doing so, and even more so the outcome of not doing so.

He received an elite education from a young age, and pride and talent accompanied him throughout his growth, enabling him to easily become a leader and build a fairly large organization.

But never before has it been as painful as it is now.

Only those who have truly experienced the feeling of carrying the weight of millions of lives on their shoulders can understand just how profound that suffocating, overwhelming pain truly is.

"You're finally at ease, hahaha." Caesar smiled bitterly, his eyes filled with a bleak despair as he looked at the calm Chu Zihang.

In some ways, Chu Zihang's task was actually quite simple; at least he didn't have to bear any pain.

If the rescue fails, then his only fate will be death.

"Ah."

Chu Zihang did not refute him, but looked at him seriously: "Because, you are 'Caesar'."

Yes, just because he is 'Caesar'!
He was flamboyant and proud, but only he could make such a cruel decision, even bearing the pain of millions of lives!
The silence lasted for a long time, until the sun had completely sunk below the horizon.

The entire city was shrouded in night, with dark, gray clouds still lingering in the sky, obscuring the stars and moon. The air was thick with moisture, a warning sign of an impending downpour.

Pedestrians on the street returned home early, and colorful lights illuminated the city.

The clock on the wall pointed to 9:25, less than three hours before the midnight summoning ceremony.

"I have to go now."

Chu Zihang pulled on the strap of the bronze box, looked at Caesar who was still silent, and said calmly, "If the rescue fails, I will send a signal, and the rest is up to you."

He did not put any more pressure on Caesar, because there was no need; he believed Caesar could make the right choice.

He left with those words and then pushed open the door and left.

One drop, two drops.

Soon, a torrential downpour began.

Wow.
The rain fell in dense lines, creating a large cloud of mist.

Despite carrying a heavy sword case, Chu Zihang remained agile and unaffected, moving swiftly through the torrential rain.

In fact, after fully entering the Bloodline Boundary, his body tissues were infinitely close to those of a dragon, so this weight had no effect on him at all.

With his feet firmly planted on the reinforced concrete rooftop, he slightly bent his knees and then suddenly exerted force.

boom!
A deafening roar, like a cannon firing, exploded against the night sky and rain.

Chu Zihang broke the sound barrier in an instant, leaping between rooftops dozens of meters apart. His figure caused a series of explosive sounds, leaving a trail of water in the rain.

The sonic waves, almost tangible, carried terrifying gales and, from afar, resembled ancient, savage beasts, unleashing a breathtaking aura. Their target was none other than the Pantheon.

Soon, as they approached the Pantheon, Chu Zihang, who was sprinting at top speed, suddenly stopped.

Holding his breath, under the cover of darkness and torrential rain, he moved like a ghostly phantom, constantly flashing back and forth in the blind spots on both sides of the street.

Night fell, and dark clouds filled the sky.

The empty space seemed to be soaked in thick ink, the low pressure making it hard to breathe.

Suddenly, a sharp bolt of lightning ripped across the sky, followed by a deafening clap of thunder, like the roar of the gods, echoing through the night.

The dome of the Pantheon appeared even more solemn and mysterious in the downpour. Rainwater slid down the curve of the roof, as if draping the ancient building in a hazy veil. The crisp raindrops hitting the stone pillars intertwined with the distant image of Thor, creating a magnificent symphony.

Chu Zihang carefully hid in the shadows, letting the torrential rain soak him, his eyes like those of a hawk in the night, scanning the area around the Pantheon.

Surprisingly, there were no defenses around the Pantheon, and not a single person was watching.

The infiltration went exceptionally smoothly, which made Chu Zihang increasingly uneasy. But now that he was already here, he had no choice but to face whatever strange situation might arise.

Looking at the stone pillar in front of him, Chu Zihang thought for a moment and then climbed up to the top.

Then, he lowered his body, like a gecko, and with the powerful strength of 'Deadpool,' gripped the ancient dome of the Pantheon with his five fingers and slowly crawled into the main hall.

A glimmer of firelight illuminated the main hall.

Chu Zihang, like an upside-down spider, peered inside from the dome. Suddenly, his breath caught in his throat, for he saw Xia Mi and Nuonuo, who had been kidnapped.

The two women had their shoulder blades pierced by alchemical instruments, their hands were bound behind their backs, and they had many wounds on their bodies. They did not look well and their faces were pale, clearly indicating that they had been abused.

They knelt in the center of the main hall like prisoners awaiting punishment, surrounded by eerie patterns painted in bright red paint, lit torches, and more than a dozen strange figures dressed in yellow and wearing pale masks.

It seems this is the site of the 'summoning ritual,' and those people are probably waiting for the right moment to be summoned.

Chu Zihang looked at the two women below, pondering a rescue plan.

Just as he was pondering, the yellow-clad figures forming a circle below suddenly parted to make way for him.

A man in a yellow robe, who was noticeably taller and of higher status than the others, walked calmly into the main hall. Wherever he passed, the other men in yellow robes lowered their heads in respect.

This immediately alerted Chu Zihang.

The man in the yellow robe arrived at the very center of the ceremony, and the torches lit around him swayed as if in fear of him.

"Welcome, Bishop!"

"Welcome, Bishop!"

"Welcome, Bishop!"

A dozen or so people in yellow robes shouted "Bishop!" and then immediately knelt down and bowed their heads.

"Ladies and gentlemen, today will be a great day!"

The bishop raised his arm and shouted, his voice passionate and infectious, echoing throughout the sanctuary: "Soon, we will witness together the great Lord of the deep sea and the stars, the indescribable one, breaking free from the prison that has held Him captive for millennia and descending upon this planet!"

"For Calxus, for the great Unnamed One!"

"For Calxus, for the great Unnamed One!"

"For Calxus, for the great Unnamed One!"

A dozen or so yellow-robed saints erupted in a thunderous roar.

Their voices stirred up a frenzy, as if they were about to ignite the air, and they waved their arms wildly and unrestrainedly, like a bunch of madmen!
Chu Zihang, who was on the dome, felt a chill run down his spine when he saw this scene.

This group of people seems to have been brainwashed!
"You will not succeed."

Xia Mi struggled, looked at the group of frenzied people, and uttered a vicious curse.

"Well?"

The bishop heard her voice, turned around, and looked down at Xia Mi and Nuonuo kneeling on the ground, saying with a hint of amusement, "What makes you think we will fail?"

"Ha, do we need a reason for the villains being defeated by the righteous protagonists?" Xia Mi's face showed a mocking expression, and she sneered, "Lu Mingfei, Chu Zihang and Caesar will definitely stop you bunch of lunatics, I believe in them!"

"is it?"

The man in yellow, referred to as the 'Bishop,' reached out and lifted Xia Mi's face, chuckling, "Then I'll wait for the person you mentioned to come and stop me."

"Pooh!"

Nono spat at him forcefully, her delicate face full of stubbornness and defiance.

"Heh, Chen Motong, Chen Motong. If it were before, you might have been of some use." The bishop raised his hand to wipe his mask, looked at the saliva on his palm, and then sneered, "But now, I don't need you anymore, so... die."

He suddenly reached out and stabbed directly at Chen Motong's chest.

Just then, a dark, cold light suddenly flashed across the main hall and struck the bishop's hand.

It was a broken blade, deeply embedded in the bishop's palm, dripping blood. Yet the bishop seemed oblivious, casually pulling out the broken blade and tossing it to the ground. He looked up at the dome and sneered mockingly, "What, you can't hold back anymore?"

No sooner had he finished speaking than a figure suddenly descended from the sky.

Boom!

The ground was immediately smashed into a deep crater.

The yellow-clad figures around them were scattered by the shockwave, and all turned their gazes toward the plume of smoke.

The bishop on the high platform, as if he had expected it, turned around and said meaningfully, "They've finally arrived. Only one more is left."

When the smoke cleared, a humanoid dragon was revealed, its body covered in bluish-black scales, with an exoskeleton growing from its face, and a ferocious and terrifying appearance.

Those golden eyes, as bright as the sun, were clearly visible even through the smoke and dust!

Gazing at that ferocious figure, Xia Mi's pale face changed slightly, and her pupils dilated a little: "It's you, Chu Zihang?"

"Why are you all alone?" Chen Motong also saw him, but at the same time asked a question.

Why was Chu Zihang the only one who came?

What about Lu Mingfei and Caesar?
"I thought you could hold out a little longer~"

The bishop looked around as if searching for something, then turned to Chu Zihang and chuckled mockingly, "Where are the others? Come out, everyone. Are you hiding somewhere, waiting to be rescued?"

"you guess."

Chu Zihang gave a calm reply.

The bishop paused for half a second, then seemed to have guessed something, and said with a hint of amusement, "You didn't come alone, did you?"

"you guess."

Chu Zihang's answer was still very simple.

He put down the Seven Deadly Sins and then pressed the button on top. As the loudspeaker resounded throughout the main hall, a series of alchemical swords specially forged for slaying dragons were revealed.

A chilling killing intent filled the air, and the seven swords seemed to sense the call of the dragon's blood, trembling slightly.

hum! ! !
The clash of swords and blades triggered a resonance effect!

The fine particles in the atmosphere, and even the torrential rain outside the Pantheon, seemed to resonate with the swords, and an invisible killing intent spread out, enveloping everyone present.

"Bronze Purgatory - The Seven Deadly Sins, what a piece of trash Norton forged."

The bishop on the high platform looked at Chu Zihang and the seven swords with disdain: "Do you think you can defeat me with these little gadgets?"

"If you don't try it, how will you know if it works?"

Chu Zihang's pupils burned fiercely, like a burning star. His dark blue scales rubbed against each other as his muscles expanded.

With his five fingers gripping the hilt of the Seven Deadly Sins' 'Wrath,' this heavy sword was pulled from its bronze sheath with a dragon's roar. The pure dragon blood within him released the 'Wrath' the moment it was drawn, allowing it to break through to its original form, which was a full seven or eight meters long.

The blade, with its serrated edges like those of an angry dragon, seemed to have been re-infused with life, and began to move and rub against each other, sawing bright sparks in the ground!
The blade, entirely dark gold, reflected the firelight, as if it too had been ignited by a raging inferno!

The war is about to break out!
(End of this chapter)