Under One Person: Starting from the Inheritance of Gods

Chapter 447 Raising the Butcher's Knife, Decisive and Ruthless

Juntian Realm, the Heavenly Dao Space.

The four major powers gathered together.

Meng Fan, seated at the head of the table, asked, "Paimon, how's your conquest of the Dragon Clan world going?"

Death Ruler snorted and mocked, "With her incompetence and her talent for eating, she probably hasn't made any progress yet."

"No!"

Paimon puffed out his cheeks and said angrily, "I've already subdued the King of Bronze and Fire, the King of Earth and Mountains, and half of the eight Dragon Kings have submitted to me!"

"These are obvious results, can't you see them?"

"is it?"

Death Ruler raised an eyebrow and asked in surprise, "You also have times when you don't slack off?"

Paimon stamped her little feet in mid-air angrily: "I've never slacked off! Life, you should take care of her!"

Life, the ruling class, covered its mouth and chuckled: "Alright, alright, Death, you know the nature of time, why do you have to tease her?"

The Death Ruler shrugged: "Who told us to be a three-man team with one burden? Three elite soldiers and one heavyweight—we just couldn't manage!"

"Wow! I told you, I'm not a burden!"

Paimon was so anxious that her little pearl almost fell off. She buried her head in Meng Fan's arms, pouted, and said, "Your Majesty, they're all bullying me! You have to stand up for me!"

Meng Fan patted her head and comforted her, "You did indeed do a good job in bringing back the four Dragon Kings."

Paimon immediately straightened up, put his hands on his hips, raised his chin proudly, and said, "I told you I was awesome!"

Unexpectedly, Meng Fan changed the subject.

"But………"

What is the basic overview of the Heavenly Dao in the Dragon Clan world?

Paimon immediately deflated, tapping his two index fingers together, and whispered, "Um... I haven't quite figured it out yet..."

The Death Ruler sneered, "Just as I thought."

Life Ruler shook his head helplessly: "Paimon, His Majesty is concerned with the fundamentals of the world. Although the Dragon King also holds some authority over the world, we cannot abandon the essential for the trivial."

“But those little dragons are so pitiful!” Paimon looked up at Meng Fan with a pitiful expression. “And they all said they were willing to come back with me!”

Meng Fan lightly tapped the armrest with his fingertips, and Heavenly Dao patterns appeared in his golden eyes: "Alright, Paimon has indirectly weakened the Dragon World. As for what happens next..."

"Death, life, space!"

"Here!" ×3
The three leaders knelt on one knee at the same time.

Meng Fan's tone was devoid of any emotion, carrying an indescribable coldness: "Go help the Meng gang, and you are allowed to use all kinds of methods."

The three rulers exchanged glances. The ruler of life showed a hint of reluctance in his eyes, while the ruler of death was eager to try, and the ruler of space had a solemn expression.

"Yes, sir!" ×3
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The world of dragons.

Queen Winter received the order from the Death Regent. She rose from her icy throne, looked at the twelve executors below, and read the order: "The Death Regent commands us to cleanse this world of rotting flesh."

The captain bowed and asked in a low voice, "Your Majesty, what is this so-called rotten flesh?"

Empress Zhidong gently raised her eyes, and with a wave of her hand, a piece of ice crystal appeared in mid-air, covered with countless names of people.

"Hybrids have existed in this world for thousands of years. They have established families that are above ordinary people. They possess both the power and strength of the dragon race and the greed and ugliness of human nature."

"According to the Heavenly Dao Venerable's original words, this world does not need the so-called Celestial Dragons, nor does the future Juntian Realm. Therefore, only by killing them all and removing their rotten flesh can we bring about new life."

"The first mixed-race family, Gattuso!"

The voice of the Winter Queen echoed like the cold winds of the far north, reverberating between the frozen thrones.

With a light tap of her fingertip, the three characters "Gattuso" within the ice crystal shattered, transforming into countless ice cones suspended in mid-air.

"clown."

The Queen looked at the executor wearing a half-face mask and said, "You will lead the third and fifth squads to clean up the Rome headquarters."

A hoarse laugh came from beneath the mask: "Let those self-proclaimed nobles witness true dramatic death."

"Son."

The Empress turned her gaze to the blond youth: "A fleet in the Pacific is escorting the head of the Gattuso family. You are responsible for intercepting and killing him."

Tartaglia twirled his water blade, his eyes blazing with fighting spirit: "Finally, I'll get to meet the strongest in this world."

The Empress suddenly slammed her scepter heavily on the ground: "All executive officers, listen to my command! Effective immediately, the Kingdom of Winter declares war on the mixed-race families!"

Rome, Gattuso Estate.

Just as the clock struck midnight, the water in the fountain pool suddenly froze into ice.

Before the half-breed on watch could even draw his pistol, an ice spike pierced his throat.

The clown stepped into the hall through a pool of blood, followed by twenty Fools wearing ice crystal masks.

"Good evening, everyone." He bowed gracefully.

"The theme of tonight's performance is..."

The mask suddenly cracked open with a scarlet seam.

"The end of the nobles!"

"Of course, I prefer a line I recently learned: 'The streets are littered with the bones of nobles, and the walls of the vermilion gates are adorned with the heads of high-ranking officials!'"

Above the Pacific Ocean, amidst a storm, Tartaglia stood riding the waves. On the deck of the opposing mothership, Frost Gattuso's golden eyes burned in the darkness.

"Water Blade - Mirror Flower!"

The young executive officer's figure suddenly split into dozens of afterimages, and the barrage of shipborne machine guns pierced through the afterimages, tearing the three escort ships behind him into pieces.

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Shilan Middle School.

Morax and Ray Films also received orders.

"Shall we face Odin, the king of the sky and the wind?"

Zhong Li and Lei exchanged a glance, a hint of seriousness flashing in each other's eyes.

Zhongli stood with his hands behind his back, gazing at the distant, cloud-covered sky, and said in a deep voice, "Odin holds the power of time and wind. Among the dragons, his strength is probably second only to the Black King Nidhogg and the White King."

Lei gripped the naginata tightly, purple lightning crackling on its blade. She said calmly, "It doesn't matter. No matter what power he wields, I will cut him down."

Just then, the sky suddenly darkened, a fierce wind swept across the land, and the academy's clock tower swayed precariously in the storm.

A colossal figure descended from the clouds, accompanied by the neighing of an eight-legged celestial horse. The one-eyed king, wielding the Eternal Spear, looked down upon the two below.

“You should not have set foot here.” Odin’s voice boomed like thunder, echoing between heaven and earth.

Zhongli slightly raised his eyes, golden divine light swirling within them: "The will of Heaven has been set, the order of the Dragon Clan world must be reshaped, and you are among those to be eliminated." Odin sneered, the eternal spear Gungnir pointing directly at the two: "Arrogance!"

In an instant, the divine spear transformed into a streak of light, tearing through space as it hurtled towards them!

Lei Ying stepped forward, his naginata slashing horizontally. Thunder collided with the divine spear, unleashing a blinding light. At the same time, Zhong Li raised his hand and waved, causing the rocky ridge to rise from the ground, transforming into a massive barrier to block the aftershocks.

"Shadow, finish this quickly," Zhongli said in a deep voice.

Lei Yingdian nodded, and lightning surged around her. She shouted, "No Thoughts, Sever!"

A purple blade of light ripped through the sky, heading straight for Odin. Odin swung his spear to block, but was forced back hundreds of meters by the blow, and his eight-legged steed let out an angry neigh.

Upon seeing this, Zhongli formed a hand seal, and his deep voice resounded throughout the heavens and earth: "The heavens move and all phenomena change."

The sky suddenly split open, and a huge meteorite, carrying destructive power, crashed towards Odin!

Odin narrowed his single eye, activating his Time Control, and everything around him seemed to freeze. However, just as he prepared to retaliate, Ray's figure broke free of the constraints of time, slashing towards Odin's neck!

"What?!" Odin's pupils shrank sharply. He hurriedly dodged to the side, but was still slashed through his shoulder armor by the blade, and golden dragon blood splattered into the sky.

Zhongli said calmly, "The power of time is not invincible."

Odin roared, and storms and thunder gathered around him. He raised the spear of eternity, and the elements of heaven and earth surged wildly.

“A dying struggle.” Lei Yingdong said coldly, raising his naginata once more. Endless lightning transformed into the cry of a thousand birds, rushing straight towards Odin!

At the same time, Zhongli clasped his hands together, and the meteorite crashed down!

boom--! ! !
A violent explosion swept across the sky, and Odin's figure gradually disintegrated under the combined attack of lightning and rock spears. Finally, he let out a roar of unwilling anger, transforming into countless specks of light and dissipating into the world.

Lei Yingdong sheathed his sword and stood up, slightly out of breath: "It's over."

Zhongli shook his head: "No, it's not over yet. This is not the true King of the Sky and Wind."

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The sky of the Dragon World cracked open.

Three figures slowly emerged from a black rift that stretched across the sky.

The Death Ruler wore a long, jet-black robe and held a scythe; the Life Ruler wore a flowing green dress and was surrounded by vibrant vines; the Space Ruler's eyes sparkled with starlight.

"This is the world of dragons?" Death Ruler narrowed his eyes, sensing the dragon blood aura permeating the air. "It smells truly rotten."

The ruler of life didn't say much, only frowned slightly.

The Space Ruler raised his hand and tore open a spatial rift: "As planned, we will split up. Death will handle the West, Life will go to the East, and I will deal with Amelia. Within three days, eliminate all resistance forces."

Just as the three leaders were about to depart, a small white figure suddenly stumbled out of the spatial rift.

"Wait for me!" Paimon scrambled to steady himself, his face flushed red. "Why didn't any of you wait for me!"

The Death Ruler scoffed, "What are you doing here?"

"I...I'm also in charge!" Paimon puffed out his cheeks, hands on his hips. "His Majesty sent me to help!"

Life Ruler gently patted Paimon's head: "Alright, since you're here, let's all come together. But be good and don't run around."

Paimon immediately beamed: "Yes, yes! I'm the most obedient!"

With the four leaders separated, a global catastrophe was about to unfold.

Kassel College, Central Control Room.

Angers stared at the red dots that appeared simultaneously from all over the world on the holographic projection, his fingers unconsciously tapping the table. For the first time, this leader of dragon slayers, who had lived for over a century, felt powerless.

"Principal, it's confirmed."

Professor Schneider's voice came through the communicator, hoarse and heavy, "Not dragons, but a completely unfamiliar force. They claim to be from the Juntian Realm."

"Juntian Realm?"

Angers frowned; he seemed to recall Paimont mentioning the name before.

"Headmaster!" Norma's alarm suddenly sounded, "Western Branch has lost contact! The last image we received was... a woman in a black robe holding a scythe!"

Angers abruptly stood up: "Notify all agents to prepare for battle. Contact the orthodox forces in the East and the Snake Clan of Japan; we need to unite the power of all hybrids."

He turned and walked toward the armory, taking out an ancient longsword from a hidden compartment. It was the Seven Deadly Sins: Pride, salvaged from the bronze palace in the Three Gorges.

The greatest masterpiece of the Bronze and Fire King is also the Dragon Slayer Blade.

His sharp eyes were reflected on the blade: "Pass down the order, Kassel College, to enter a state of high alert."

The romantic city, night falls.

The Deathly Ruler hovered atop the iron tower, her scythe gleaming coldly in the moonlight. She looked down at the assembled mixed-race families below, her eyes devoid of any emotion.

“Last chance,” her voice was as cold as ice, “surrender or die.”

"Insanity!"

The patriarch of the De La Ver family roared, his golden eyes burning fiercely, "How could our noble bloodline bow down to you?"

The ruling party sighed, "A foolish choice."

She raised her left hand, her fingers spread wide.

In an instant, countless black threads shot out from the void, piercing through the bodies of every hybrid. Without screams or struggles, hundreds of hybrids fell silently, turning to ashes.

"Cleanup complete." Death Ruler sheathed his scythe and spoke into the communicator, "The Western hybrid forces have been eliminated. Life, how are things on your end?"

The voice of Life's Ruler came through the communicator, gentle yet authoritative: "It's being handled. There are some stubborn elements in the Japanese Snake Clan, but it will be resolved soon."

Genji Heavy Industries Building.

Life Ruler stood before the shattered French windows, her long green dress billowing even without wind. Before her, Genji knelt on one knee, his body supported by a spider-like blade stuck in the ground, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.

"Why..." Genji looked up with difficulty, "Why destroy us?"

A hint of pity flashed in the eyes of the Life Ruler as he explained, “It’s not destruction, it’s correction. The existence of hybrids is not wrong. What is wrong is that you are neither human nor dragon, yet you greedily desire the power of both.”

"Whether it's Herzog, Tachibana Masamune, or the King, they're all dead, their souls no longer exist. Now it's your turn."

She reached out, and a vine slowly wrapped around Yuan Zhisheng's neck: "Give up the resistance, and I can give you a dignified end, and then send you to reincarnation."

"Don't think about it!"

Genjiro roared and yanked out his Spider Cutter, trying to cut the vines. But the next moment, countless plants grew wildly from the cracks in the floor, binding him tightly.

The governing body shook its head: "Stubborn."

Just as the vines were about to tighten, the tempered glass of the building shattered with a crash.

A crimson figure crashed into the battlefield like a meteor. With a flash of light, the vines binding Yuan Zhisheng were instantly severed.

Erii Uesugi, wielding a long sword, her red and white shrine maiden robes fluttering in the wind, stood before Genji, her golden eyes burning with a rare rage.

She wrote a few words heavily on the drawing board: "Don't... hurt my brother!"

(End of this chapter)