Dragon Clan: Force me to be reborn and slay dragons

Chapter 270 The Banquet Ends, the Sea Rises and the Dragon Hatches

The Deadpools who had flooded into the Takamagahara nightclub were all cleared out.

When Chu Zihang and his group arrived downstairs, Old Tang was sitting in the center of the dance floor with a chair, surrounded by bronze monsters that had died in a prostrate worship posture.

He was talking on the phone with his legs crossed, not a trace of water or blood on him. His handsome face wore his usual refreshing smile, but his voice carried an air of commanding authority.
"Hey, you from the Snake Clan, come wash the floor."

This scene was absolutely exuding domineering aura.

The moment Chu Zihang and Fingel saw him, they both felt an inexplicable heavy pressure.

It was the same invasion by Fujiwara Shinnosuke, but last time the opponent came and went quickly, disappearing with a single punch, which didn't demonstrate Old Tang's strength at all.

This time, they truly witnessed Lao Tang's abilities and saw a completely different style from his usual easygoing and cheerful demeanor.

Birds of a feather flock together.

It's no wonder he's a friend who can get along so well with Lu Mingfei; a monster's friend is a monster too.

Yuan Zhinü was not surprised at all. Old Tang was entrusted with such an important task by his brother-in-law, so his strength must be boundless.

He had previously worried that Herzog had sent too many men and that Don would be unable to protect them. But while they were fighting fiercely up there, they remained completely silent here. The Deadpools' kneeling posture made it seem like they were committing a collective suicide rather than dying a violent death.

Although he was also an emperor, standing in front of Lao Tang at this moment, he truly gave off a feeling of déjà vu, like Emperor Hirohito of Japan paying homage to Emperor MacArthur, the retired emperor of Japan.

As for Ryoma Xun, she threw the heavy iron hammer weighing dozens of kilograms aside when she went downstairs. At this moment, she had transformed from a fierce girl back into a cute girl. She held her face in her hands and looked at Old Tang's domineering figure like a young girl in love, her watery eyes shimmering with autumn waves.

After hanging up the phone, Old Tang didn't rush to get up and chat with the others. He sat there pondering for a long time before smiling and greeting everyone:
"Is everyone alright?"

Everyone shook their heads in unison, and Fingel was the first to ask:

"Old Tang, do you know what happened just now? We were fighting up there, and suddenly all those Deadpools just froze?"

A journalist's responsibility and mission is to spread the truth, but he is a paparazzi, who not only digs deep but also selectively reports based on the seriousness of the truth, maintaining a flexible and adaptable moral bottom line.

Now, as soon as Old Tang says "I don't know," Fingel immediately attributes Deadpool's pause to the abruptly stopped clapper sound.

Old Tang has been hanging out with Fingel every day lately, and they've worked together seamlessly to easily get rid of this matter.

Actually, when Lu Mingfei returned to Takamagahara yesterday, Old Tang talked to him alone for a while, saying that his supernatural immunity had become so strong that even words of magic could not work, and he understood less and less what kind of existence he was.

Lu Mingfei simply patted him on the shoulder and said that people's constitutions are different, and he was just immune to the power of words, which was nothing serious.

Just as Lao Tang was about to say that he was immune to the power of words, he felt a little unlike himself, as if something was churning inside him.

But when Lu Mingfei stood in front of him, the tremor in his heart vanished without a trace, as if it had never existed, and no unexpected twists and turns occurred at this critical juncture.

He wasn't sitting in the chair pondering just now to show off, but because when his powerful physique made the snake-like Deadpool tremble, a strong tremor ran through his heart again, which he had to try hard to suppress.

"What's next?"

Fingel pushed open the door and glanced at the corpses strewn across the street outside.

The law enforcement force sent by Genjiro has been completely wiped out. While bodies can still be found here, it's uncertain whether the bodies in the underground sewers can be pieced together to form a complete corpse.

The rain outside is getting heavier and heavier. I hope the people from the Snake Clan who are trying to clear their names come soon, otherwise Japan will be in an uproar again tomorrow.

"You don't need to trouble yourself with the rest. Just stay here."

A cool, mature female voice came from the stairwell. Everyone looked in the direction of the voice and saw a female ninja with an amazing figure walking down the stairs, carrying a bloodstained katana.

Old Tang had already spotted Jiu Demayi and asked curiously, "Were there other intruders just now?"

Mai nodded. Herzogfei went to great lengths to modify Fujiwara Shinnosuke, surely not just to have him deliver the goods.

Even if his assault on Time Zero fails, he still has a backup plan: he has a small team of demons specializing in stealth and assassination ambushing near Takamagahara.

Unfortunately, in the art of assassination, Mai Shude wouldn't claim to be unparalleled, but she was certainly a formidable opponent.

The rainy night environment, combined with the Word of Power: Dark Illumination, meant that Herzog's hunting squad didn't even have a chance to show themselves before being wiped out in one fell swoop.

Mai Shude had no intention of lingering. She looked up at Fingel, who was staring intently at her as if pondering how to take the most photogenic picture, and tossed him a bunch of keys from her black combat uniform pocket.

Fingel caught it, realized it was the key to a Lamborghini, and coughed lightly twice, covering his mouth with his hand:
"What are you doing? I... I'm not that kind of person."

At least, at least go to a less crowded place before doing that…

Mai knew this man was deliberately being obnoxious. She wanted to give him a disgusted look, but was afraid he would get the better of her, so she said directly:
"We need a photographer. I heard you're the best paparazzi at Kassel College. Can you handle it?"

“How can a man not do it?!” Fingel said, puffing out his chest, willing to serve the beautiful lady. He then picked out a large umbrella from the doorway and eagerly opened the door to hold it up.

"Lady, this way~"

Face

The two left in the rain and quickly disappeared into the night.

The roar of car engines could be heard in the distance; the members of the Snake Clan must have finally arrived.

Old Tang urged everyone to go back upstairs, to take a shower and change their clothes, and not to linger in this blood-soaked place.

But Chu Zihang remained standing there, gazing at the wind and rain outside, frowning and silent.

He assumed that since the two foreigners in the trio were busy, Chu Zihang felt bad about being the only one idle, so he patted him on the shoulder and comforted him with Lu Mingfei's words:
"Be more generous. If you do all the work by yourself, what about the others? They can only drink coffee, eat snacks, and get paid for nothing."

Chu Zihang glanced at him, thought for a moment, and ultimately did not explain that he was just reminiscing about someone because of the object. He nodded slightly and was pulled upstairs by Lao Tang's strength.

Soon, the Sheqi Hachi family's cleanup team arrived at the scene. Looking at the corpses that covered half the street, their faces were filled with shock and horror.

Although I had mentally prepared myself, the scene was still a bit too brutal.

"What? The top brass of the Kanto branch have collectively defected?"

Meanwhile, in the central control room of the sea fortress, which consists of six floating platforms called "Sumeru Towers," Inuyama He and others also received a message from Genji Heavy Industries.

Because communication was interrupted at the beginning, the law enforcement officers stationed in Takamagahara were unable to send back the news of the defection of the Kanto branch leaders in a timely manner. It was only after the cleanup personnel arrived that Ryoma Kaoru came forward to negotiate and explain the cause and effect.

Inuyama He and Miyamoto Shio exchanged a glance. No wonder Genjiro sent Crow and Yaksha to the sea platform last night, ordering them to die next to the deep-sea submersible recovery system.

It turns out they had already discovered there was a mole within the family and were afraid they would do something drastic.

At this moment, the diving dock at the bottom of the central pedestal has been opened, and the Trieste, connected by a safety cable, has already submerged into the sea.

At the top, the giant roulette wheel spun, and the nearly twelve-kilometer-long metal safety cable was lowered little by little, following the Trieste as it submerged into the deep sea. Genji had two swords hanging at his waist, and beside him was Sakura, still dressed as an assistant. Behind them were the twelve-person roulette wheel guard led by Crow and Yaksha, each of them strong, muscular and burly.

The Sumeru pedestal was too large, with too many places to manipulate. The internal motor of the recovery system malfunctioned and could not recover the deep-sea submersible, so the only option was to manually turn the winch to recover it. Therefore, most of the people present were muscular men who could stand up and run like horses.

"As expected, they betrayed us."

Genji slowly exhaled a puff of smog and flicked the cigarette butt into the sea.

He had already learned of the deaths of Akechi Asuya and the others; they were indeed, as Lu Mingfei had said, treacherous ingrates.

This evening, when the senior management set off together, the helicopter carrying the Kanto branch malfunctioned halfway and was forced to return. He knew then that something big must have happened.

The operation to slay the gods had barely begun when our side lost a hundred elite law enforcers due to internal strife. If word got out, it would undoubtedly be a huge blow to morale.

Especially now, the members of the Kanto branch patrolling the sea in patrol boats—if these troubled children knew that all their superiors had been killed, they might not mutini on the spot, but they would definitely shirk their duties.

In order not to affect the morale of the army, the family heads and high-ranking officials unanimously decided to suppress the matter and make it public only after the White King was eliminated.

"Sakura, make a note of this. When we get back, we'll transfer 1 billion yen from the Minamoto family's account to the compensation for the fallen members."

The crow, who was puffing away with the Yaksha nearby, asked with some confusion, "Young Master, doesn't the family have special pensions and insurance?"

“It’s different. This is my personal compensation.” Yuan Zhisheng shook his head. The family had no obligation to send people to protect Yuan Zhinu. Those hundred members died tragically because they accepted his mission.

He has to make a statement, both morally and logically.

Sakura nodded and noted it down, then followed her young master's gaze to the pitch-black sea.

The lamps on the Sumeru pedestal illuminated the sea, revealing only the surging waves, the patrolling guards, and the frogmen laying depth charge nets.

He glanced back at the central control room. As the head of the family, he should have been in command with Inuyama He and Miyamoto Shio, but he chose to stay here alone.

"The Trieste has descended to 1000 meters."

Inside the central command center, testing personnel are broadcasting real-time data from the deep-sea submersible, and so far everything is normal.

Inuyama He stood with the elderly man in a suit wearing sunglasses, staring at the data on the big screen. Although they couldn't understand it at all, they had to pretend to know it under these circumstances.

The head of the Miyamoto family stood in front of the control panel, directing the operation of the floating platform at sea in real time and preparing for any possible emergencies.

At this moment, in addition to them and the deep-sea team, there were also people from the academy headquarters in the communication channel.

Executive Director Schneider sat in the hall, while the college secretary Norma projected various images around him in a holographic manner.

Norma collected and organized all the information he had, including sonar scan results, underwater footage taken by the Trieste, weather changes in the Japan Trench and within Japan, and precautions.

"I really don't understand why the principal had to go down into the water himself."

The official commanders of this joint god-slaying operation are Angers and Inuyama He, but these two seem to have recently rekindled their old teacher-student relationship, becoming as close as brothers. Therefore, the actual command is in Schneider's hands.

He was in the supercomputer system center beneath the college library. The only other person present besides him was a bald man named Manstein, who had just spoken.

"He is indeed the strongest dragon slayer, but even he couldn't possibly pull out a folding knife and fight the White King to the death while standing on nearly 10,000 tons of seawater at a depth of 8,000 meters."

“This is the principal’s decision. Once he’s made up his mind to do something, no one can stop him.” Professor Schneider moved the finished holographic projection screen aside with his hands.

"What we need to do is provide him with sufficient assistance and support."

Manstein understood this principle, but he still felt that Angers's disregard for life was not worthwhile, since only with him could Kassel College stay on the right track.

If a different person becomes the principal, those corrupt board members will be able to interfere in the affairs of the college at will, and then the world will truly be doomed.

"By the way, where is your student Chu Zihang? Where did he and Fingel go?"

Schneider continued working, his tone flat: "I don't know."

Manstein didn't believe a word of it: "Chu Zihang's Word of Power has been leaked. He is a high-risk Junyan. Given your personality, you would never allow a humanoid Molotov cocktail to move around freely."

“That’s not your concern,” Professor Schneider said, not wanting to elaborate on the matter.

Manstein was about to say something, but when he saw that he was surrounded by a virtual screen showing that the Trieste had reached a depth of 5000 meters, he frowned and said nothing more.

The principal and his team have arrived in the deep sea. They must be extremely careful from now on, as the slightest mistake could lead to their deaths in the deep sea.

Suddenly, the virtual screen in front of Professor Schneider began to flash a striking red light, and Norma's voice rang out:
"Alarm! Alarm!"

"The embryo is showing signs of hatching!"

"The embryo is about to begin hatching!"

"The embryo is hatching!"

The sudden turn of events caught Schneider and Manstein off guard, as did Inuyama He and others who were stationed at the Japanese Maritime Sumeru Command Center.

"What's going on? Why did the embryo suddenly start hatching? Didn't the previous observations say there was no possibility of hatching within a year?!"

Inuyama He rushed to the control panel and looked at Miyamoto Shio, who was frowning and constantly operating and browsing data. The old man in black and sunglasses followed behind him. Although he did not speak, his anxiety could be seen from his eyebrows.

“The incubation of dragons is never a conventional process, and we cannot predict its incubation time,” Miyamoto Shio said calmly.

"Although we don't know what caused the incubation, the embryo is currently hatching very slowly. As long as the principal and his team can locate the embryo, they can quickly annihilate it."

According to Tachibana Masamune's pretext, the embryo had already begun to hatch eighteen years ago, but it was forced to stop hatching when it sank into the deep sea and merged with the sacred remains. Now, perhaps the "god" sensed the danger and hatched it ahead of time in an attempt to avoid it.

"How long until it fully hatches?" Angers' voice came through the communication channel. He knew that the ancient dragon he was looking for was hatching, but he showed no panic or dissatisfaction.

"At the current pace, it will take at least a week to fully hatch, but it is impossible to determine whether God will speed up the hatching process."

Perhaps by the time the Trieste gets close to the burial site and has just pinpointed its location, the White King will hatch and devour the three of them as fresh nourishment.

Angers' response was simple and clear: "No problem, continue."

Descent requires a slow and deep approach, but ascent only takes about twenty minutes.

As the saying goes, fortune favors the bold; having risked their lives to plunge into the abyss, they were destined to die anyway.

Once the coordinates of the Ning wreckage are recorded, a nuclear missile can be launched to destroy it.

To be buried with the White King is an immense honor.

(End of this chapter)