Dragon Clan: Force me to be reborn and slay dragons

Chapter 274 Fool, You've Picked the Wrong Opponent

The rain poured down, accompanied by lightning and thunder.

The crimson water spreads out at the bottom of the Tama River, like thick blood plasma seeping into clear water, turning it red after spreading.

As lightning struck, a layer of eerie blue phosphorescence appeared on the upstream river surface, illuminating the black silhouette riding the waves.

The boy's black leather shoes stepped on the turbulent water, with the soles maintaining a three-millimeter gap from the surface.

The hem of the evening gown was whipped by the strong wind into the shape of raven feathers, yet not a single drop of water could be seen on it.

He is not affected by gravity, nor is he bound by the laws of physics.

"He never cultivated good deeds in his life, but only loved killing and arson."

Amidst the swaying wind and rain, the boy recited the poem that led to the death of the fat monk. He found a spot on the Tama River that caught his eye, and with a flick of his wrist, a fishing rod appeared—a lure rod, no less.

Suddenly the golden rope snapped, and the jade lock was torn apart.

Without bait, fishing with a straight hook, the boy swung the fishing rod and cast the hook out, the sinker dragging it precisely to the outlet of the Akagami River.

There, a machine resembling a chime bell stood, with several tentacle-like pipes extending into the outlet of the Red Demon River, playing dragon patterns in a low-frequency, low-decibel loop that was imperceptible to the human ear.

This special instrument allows the Word Power Emperor to travel tens of kilometers through the underground waterways. Even those in the distant Well of Bones would surely feel the majesty of the Black Emperor.

"The tide comes in on the Qiantang River, and only today do I realize who I am."

A throne made of piled bones suddenly appeared beneath the boy, with decaying wings spread to the side and a ferocious dragon head on its head.

He sat there casually on the river, while hundreds of people on the distant bank seemed oblivious, still engrossed in their work.

Most of them wore black suits with embroidered dark blue demon patterns on the linings, but they were not enforcers of the Snake Clan, but rather the backbone of the Fierce Demon Clan.

In the past two days, the Demon Clan has not been harassing the Snake-Headed Eight Families as aggressively. They have transferred most of their forces to the sea, and their control over the area has loosened slightly.

The Iron Dome system extended to this point, and a giant water reservoir was also built nearby to accommodate the excess water flow from the Red Demon River and the Tama River.

Several days ago, the staff here had already been locked up, and the Ghost Clan had taken over the entire place and started a series of arrangements.

Herzog had been planning for years and couldn't put all his eggs in one basket. He had also considered how to lure out the White King should something unexpected happen.

The best approach is undoubtedly to use the three royal siblings as tools: one as bait, one as a net, and one as a container.

But because of someone's interference, he can't get any now.

Fortunately, someone under his command came up with a dirty trick: using special alchemical equipment, they used the Word of Power - Emperor to force the White King out.

That was the beginning of all incantations, the manifestation of the Black Emperor's majestic power as he sat upon the heavens and earth. Any dragon within his domain would experience an absolute spiritual shock.

The White King is a rebellious king who was once reduced to ashes by the Black King and eternally imprisoned in the icy sea, so his hatred level is naturally at its maximum.

It may be afraid of the Black Emperor's dragon might, but after all, it was the White Emperor who once ruled the world with the Black King. Even if it has not yet recovered its ancient memories after hatching, it can still tell whether the dragon's might is from the dragon or from a human.

If the Black King himself arrives, it will not escape, because it cannot escape from the blocked spring.

If it was man-made, then there's no need to escape; just execute the person who fooled it.

Just in case, he also put the blood of the three royal siblings, which he had previously collected for research, into the diving robot as bait to whet the White King's appetite.

However, the freshest blood sample was taken just over a week ago when Erii received her serum injection.

Unfortunately, if we could capture Genjiro, we could use his royal blood to lure the gods, and also use his power to slay them.

Unfortunately……

However, it doesn't matter that Genji didn't come. The resurrected White King is incomplete. He has deployed a large number of conventional and unconventional weapons here and has also added something to the bodies of his Oni Clan members.

Even if weapons and mercury fail, the White King will still have expected gains when he tries to devour hundreds of demons and the lurking dead servants to replenish his bloodline.

Hidden in the shadows, Herzog stared at the dozen or so screens in front of him, which displayed real-time surveillance footage from all over Japan, including not only the chaotic battle at sea, but also videos of Lu Mingfei and Erii flying away in a helicopter.

As long as we kill the White King's body and leave behind the sacred remains that can transform humans/dragons at any time, and wait for the spies on the naval battlefield to send the people over, everything can return to its original course!
Considering Lu Mingfei's speech before leaving to save the world, will his backup plan on the naval battlefield still be effective?

A possibility that was hard to accept flashed through his mind, and Herzog's old face showed a resolute determination: if he didn't succeed, he would become Runren.

The green hills stand tall and the clear waters flow on; if this place doesn't want me, there are plenty of other places that will. If I fail, I can always start over somewhere else. What doesn't kill me only makes me stronger!
Moreover, even if he fails, Kassel College and the Snake Clan will have no time to cause him trouble.

The White King is not alone; it is surrounded by countless dragon subspecies.

Once it appears, the entire Tama River will be occupied by those bloodthirsty dragon subspecies, and Tokyo, forty kilometers away, will fall in the first instant!

My ambitions remain unfulfilled, and strange phenomena occur on the Tama River.

The young man, sitting alone on the throne of bones, smiled slightly as he watched the float bobbing on the waves and slowly turned the lure reel to begin reeling in the line.

Hua Hua——

The river, which was originally just a swift current, began to surge, and large numbers of aquatic creatures living in it rose to the surface, belly up, and drifted with the current.

A thunderous roar erupted underwater, as if a colossal creature was pounding the earth's veins. The sound grew louder as it approached, without diminishing in the slightest.

The storm suddenly intensified, and the thunder was deafening, as if even the heavens were enraged by the presumptuous actions of these mortals on earth.

The indicator lights on the bell-shaped alchemical apparatus at the outlet of the underground river flashed wildly, and piercing alarms also sounded along the Tama River.

Inside the camp set up by the Ghost Clan, the researcher, a rare talent within the group, spoke with an indescribable excitement and exhilaration—

They captured the life signal that belonged to God!

“It works! It really works!”

"We've fished out the god!"

"Quickly, quickly, bring up all the gifts we've prepared for God! We want to offer a salute to God's birth!"

The camp erupted in excitement. After years of painstaking dormancy, were they finally about to undergo a glorious evolution?!
At this moment, all the ghosts, regardless of age or gender, were filled with excitement, their eyes fixed on the old man wearing a white noble mask in the center of the crowd.

That was their general, their leader, their mentor, and their pioneer—King General.

Beneath the king's mask, a pair of crimson-gold vertical pupils gleamed, and his usually deep, husky voice held an undercurrent of barely suppressed excitement.
"Today is..."

“Boom, boom, boom—!!!”

Before he could finish speaking, the ground beneath his feet suddenly began to tremble violently, and even a hybrid as strong as him almost lost his footing.

The waters of the Tama River surged ever more violently, as if a giant dragon were churning at the bottom of the river.

The surrounding trees and rocks collapsed in large areas due to the earthquake, and the dust and smoke they stirred up could not be extinguished even by torrential rain.

At Yokohama International Stadium in the southeast, Chinatsu Aoki had just finished a few songs and was preparing to end this concert, which was destined to be recorded in the history of Japanese music, with her final song when a sudden downpour began, and the ground beneath her feet trembled.

"Earthquake! Earthquake!"

The more than 70,000 spectators, who had just recovered from the shock of the boy who saved the world being taken away by helicopter, were then met with one of the most familiar natural disasters—an earthquake!
"Run!"

"Don't push, don't push! Stay calm and follow the earthquake escape manual..."

"Fuck you, get the hell out of here!"

"Damn it! What are those pigs at the Meteorological Agency doing? They didn't even predict an earthquake this strong?!"

"Damn it! God, couldn't you have delayed the earthquake? You're going to ruin Chinatsu-chan's perfect concert!"

"Damn it, I'm a foreign friend from South Korea, let me go first!"

"OK, no problem, you go first to Huangquanchuan!"

The tremors were so strong that the Japanese people, who have long suffered from earthquake disasters, could tell from their physical sensations that this earthquake was at least magnitude 5.

The stands were in chaos. Security personnel were doing their duty to evacuate the crowd, while some of them took off their clothes and blended into the crowd.

Ignoring the advice of her bodyguards and manager, Chinatsu Aoki remained on the stage, where parts could fall at any moment. Holding the microphone, she urged everyone to remain calm and evacuate rationally to avoid a large-scale stampede.

However, the thunder was too loud and the tremors too strong, so her attempts to calm her down were largely ineffective.

Just as her agent and relatives were dragging her off the stage, a deafening roar erupted in the distance, like a small boy exploding in mid-air, turning the western sky fiery red—

Mount Fuji erupted!
Chinatsu Aoki and her team stood frozen in place, while the panicked crowd below was also quite frightened. Looking up, they saw the fiery red "glow" spreading continuously!

Along with it came an even more terrifying shockwave!

Boom boom boom boom——

The earthquake, which reached a magnitude of 8, did not collapse in Yokohama International Stadium. However, the panicked crowds were caught off guard and rolled around in a heap, their cries of pain almost drowning out the sounds of the distant volcanic eruption!
The entire island of Honshu was shrouded in the ravages of the earthquake. Countless people trapped indoors by the torrential rain suffered a terrible misfortune, caught off guard by the magnitude 8 earthquake. When they escaped their homes, they were in a terrible state, cursing the Japanese government and meteorological experts in their hearts and mouths.

Asou Makoto, who wanted to sell oden with her grandmother over the weekend but had to stay at home due to the torrential rain, grabbed her grandmother and rushed towards the door the moment the earthquake struck.

Although their home is just a traditional Japanese wooden house, which wouldn't cause serious injury even if it collapsed in an earthquake, even a small medical expense would be a major expenditure for their small family, and they would avoid it if possible.

At the Takamagahara nightclub, Chu Zihang stood by the window, watching the eruption of Mount Fuji through the misty rain. He saw lava, like the tongue of hell, licking at the clouds, instantly melting the perpetual snow-capped peak. In its place, scalding lava continuously overflowed and cascaded down the slopes, causing trees along its path to spontaneously combust before the lava even reached them.

At this moment, even the undying golden eyes appear dim in the face of the mighty power of nature.

He knew something big was about to happen, but he was powerless to participate.

Suddenly, a chilling feeling arose within him. He turned around abruptly and saw Old Tang standing beside him. Old Tang's eyebrows were raised, and his golden eyes were fixed on the reddened sky in the distance. He exuded a chilling aura of majesty, which made people feel an urge to submit.

Slightly startled, Chu Zihang's eyes flashed with a thoughtful look, but he did not show it.

"The White King has been resurrected." Old Tang suddenly spoke, his voice calm yet filled with steel and fire, as if he were about to don golden armor and rush to the battlefield at any moment.

"Should we go help?" Chu Zihang asked, his hand resting on the hilt of his knife.

"You can't help." Old Tang withdrew his gaze and turned back to Longma Xun, who had suddenly collapsed to the ground, looking completely bewildered.
"I can't help you either."

Meanwhile, the high-ranking members of the Snake Clan, who were being battered by the seventh wave of corpse-guarding tides at sea, also received the news, leaving Inuyama He and Miyamoto Shio dumbfounded.

They failed to dig up the White King's grave, but instead the White King destroyed their home, resulting in a huge loss for them.

Genjiro, who had almost emptied his sniper rifle and was knocking down the Corpse Guardian who was climbing up the Sumeru pedestal, was not panicked. After all, his strongest person was not at sea.

That guy said he's going to save the world!

Inside the Trieste, which had risen to a depth of 1,000 meters in the deep sea, the three members of the Angers ship also looked grim.

At this moment, the submersible was surrounded by the imposing bronze bodies of the Corpse Guardians. Although they would prioritize surfacing and following their kind to attack targets at sea when in a silent state, the submersible had already suffered several impacts during the surfacing process, resulting in damage to half of its functions and severe damage to its outer shell. At this moment, the alarm in the cockpit was blaring frantically.

Cheng Shuangfan was nearly exhausted from maneuvering the Trieste to evade the zombie horde. Right now, they could only pray that the recovery system, personally guarded by Yuan Zhisheng, wouldn't malfunction, or they would truly perish here.

Listening to the urgent conversation between Inuyama He, Miyamoto Shio, and Schneider on the communication channel, Angers also learned about the disaster that was happening on Honshu Island.

Various sudden and unusual phenomena indicate that the White King is recovering, and nearly two-thirds of the main force of the Snake Clan is at sea.

As for the remaining few people, to be honest, it's not that he looks down on the Snake Clan, but they would just be sent there to die.

In the most urgent situation, the only person we can rely on is Lu Mingfei.

But Angers didn't know if he was up to the task and could bring down the infamous White King.

After much deliberation, he ultimately dared not place all his hopes on Lu Mingfei, who had not received any professional training.

The nuclear power plant of the Trieste has already destroyed Takamagahara, and the remaining corpses have risen to a certain height. Detonating the nuclear bomb on Sumeru at this point will only lead to mutual destruction and an inescapable outcome.

Therefore, even if it means going against the will of the world, this is the only option left.

He grabbed the communicator and said in a deep voice:

"If things are hopeless... Aga, let's use a nuclear bomb on God."

……

Rumble, rumble, rumble——

God awoke from his long slumber with boundless rage, and the entire island of Honshu trembled at his morning grumpiness.

Near the Tama River, large areas of forests and rocks collapsed, and white, spiderweb-like threads spread out from the cracks in the ground, gradually covering the mountains and forests, as if a dreamlike silkworm was preparing to spin its cocoon and use the entire mountain wilderness as an energy reserve.

These white filaments resemble the hyphae of some kind of mold, yet they possess strong corrosive and penetrating properties. Steel, stubborn rocks, and trees become as loose as sponges before them, severing even life along with them.

If someone were to look down from a high place at this moment, they would see that the trees within a kilometer radius are decaying at a visible rate, as if their life force has been drained away by white mycelium.

Startled, the boy on the throne of bones, who had already put away his fishing rod, looked at the white wisps that spread from the riverbed to the surface like wispy mist, and a mocking light flashed in his pale golden eyes.

He casually flicked the fishing rod, and wherever the fishing line and straight hook passed, the seemingly weak but actually powerful white silk threads retreated in the slightest.

However, the hordes of demons who had been cheering for God's resurrection were no longer filled with their previous ecstasy.

White threads also emerged from the ground within their makeshift camp, wrapping around them.

At first, some people didn't take it seriously and tried to brush it away, but the moment they made contact, the white silk seemed to find its target and swarmed up, enveloping the person and piercing through their body and head.

The wailing lasted only two seconds before abruptly ceasing, followed by silence.

Two breaths later, the giant white cocoon turned red, and the silk threads, like the mouthparts of a mosquito, sucked all the blood from the unfortunate creature's body.

The lamp was overturned, and by the light it shone, one could see that inside was only a withered corpse.

This wasn't an isolated incident; more than a dozen of the hundreds of demons in the camp turned into red, translucent cocoons, their blood drained from their bodies.

Moreover, the number of cocoons was increasing, and the unprotected demons were directly exposed to the white silk threads, struggling to become the White King's prey.

At this moment, they finally remembered that, according to their family records, the White King's resurrection meant he would eat people.

God is incomplete. In order to complete himself, he will devour all the descendants of the White King and become a complete king to rule the world.

And now, they are the best nourishment.

"Damn it, run!"

"God wants to eat us!"

"Don't get entangled in these white threads! Everyone, watch out, don't get caught in the white threads... Aaaaaah—"

Those present were all elites of the Fierce Ghost Clan. Realizing that they needed to save their own lives before embarking on the glorious path of evolution, they all used their unique abilities to resist the indestructible and all-pervasive white threads.

Someone tried to cut the white thread with a knife, but only managed to shift it slightly. Then, like a malignant tumor, it wrapped around the knife, corroding and penetrating it while spreading along the knife to the person.

You can't break free, you can't shake them off!

Some tried to use body-enhancing spells to withstand the attack, but they couldn't resist the highly corrosive threads, which easily pierced through flesh that even bullets couldn't penetrate.

Someone unleashed the Word of Power: Dustless Land, releasing a massive force field powerful enough to withstand sniper bullets. The air on the surface of the field swirled at high speed, making it impenetrable even to raindrops.

When the white threads touched the surface of the force field, they seemed to be blown away by a strong wind, making it difficult to penetrate the force field, which was like an overturned bowl. However, soon more and more white threads came and wrapped around, covering the dustless area layer by layer, forming a huge cocoon.

Before long, a pitiful howl came from inside the cocoon, and the releaser and his companions under his protection met with their demise.

"Help! Someone help me!"

"Run! Evolution is a hoax! The gods are feeding on our race!"

"General? General! Why are you just watching?!"

The camp was filled with wails as all the demons struggled for survival against the white silk that the White King used to hunt prey. Only the King, dressed in a black kimono and wearing a white noble mask, stood motionless with his hands behind his back, silently watching the tragic scene before him as the white silk slowly wrapped around him.

The sonar system could not determine the size of the White King, but the incubation time was insufficient, and it could not have been awakened prematurely to be as large as the legendary mountain.

The combined potent poison within these hundreds of people, along with his body being a vessel teeming with blood poison, and the most deadly bait at the water outlet, would inevitably weaken the god to the extreme.

Amidst the puzzled gazes of his subordinates, he was pierced by white silk threads, transforming into a blood-red cocoon.

Everything is for the sake of glorious evolution.

Unfortunately, you are destined to be unable to keep up with the pace of evolution!

"Roar--!!!"

A deafening dragon roar pierced the earth and the mighty Yangtze River. In the distance, the metal protective plate of the huge water storage well began to crack, and blood seeped from everyone's ear canals at the same time.

That roar, powerful enough to pierce a person's eardrums, skull, and then plunge into the brain, was filled with boundless chaos, rage, and fury.

It was as if a deity had returned to the human world from the depths of hell, spitting out venomous blood and fire upon the world, equally cursing every living being.

The assembled demons felt an absolute crushing force from the food chain hierarchy, and experienced a fatal moment of disorientation.

In that instant of distraction, nearly all of the hundreds of demons were wiped out, with only a dozen or so managing to hold on and avoid falling into the clutches of evil thanks to their uncanny abilities and agile movements.

A torrential downpour descended from the fiery red sky, with lightning flashing through the clouds, transforming this world into a gateway to hell. The world-destroying demons were about to descend upon the mortal realm, slaughtering all rebellious beings.

Above the Tama River, the boy holding a fishing rod has risen ten meters into the air, looking down expressionlessly at the boiling river, as if he can see through the layers of silk threads separating him from the earth and clearly see the white figure rushing towards him in the underground river channel.

The threads below continued to entangle, like hands reaching out from the River Styx in hell, trying to keep him there forever.

The boy knew that the traitor had sensed something was wrong, but his eyes still held only mockery and disdain.

The underwater thunderclaps continued, accompanied by the roar of a colossal creature rapidly traversing the water. One by one, the underwater robots deployed in the Akagami River exploded, and mercury mixed with imperial blood suddenly spread, but its spread could not keep up with the urgent and impatience of that perfect creation.

"boom!!!"

Herzog's highly anticipated chime-shaped alchemical creation failed to achieve its intended effect, bouncing far underwater like a kneeling ball.

A colossal wave, ten meters high, erupted from the river's surface. A giant cocoon with a ferocious long tail broke through the cloud-like threads and roared as it lunged at the boy who was soaring through the air.

His pale golden pupils were calm and undisturbed. The boy stood with his hands behind his back, facing the raging wind, rain, and thunder. A disdainful smile curled at the corner of his lips. His figure gradually faded, revealing a dark shadow that seemed to break through the air.
"Fool, you've picked the wrong opponent."

(End of this chapter)