Dragon Clan: Force me to be reborn and slay dragons

Chapter 275 A battle between kings, where only blood is drawn!

The eruption of Mount Fuji dyed the dark sky red, with lightning flashing through the thick clouds. The raging winds and torrential rain could not wash away the volcanic ash, turning the sky above Honshu Island into a hellish scene.

The helicopter, almost blending into the night, broke through the wind and rain at a height of 100 meters, swept between the mountains, and rushed towards the white "sea of ​​fog".

Finger, carrying a camera, recorded the apocalyptic scene of volcanic eruptions, collapsing mountains and rivers, and thunder and lightning all on a memory card, adding passionate narration as well:
"Holy crap, holy crap, holy crap! Beautiful lady, slow down! I feel like my soul is about to leave me!"

"Oh my God, why can't I make the transoceanic call? I haven't deleted my browser history yet."

"Junior brother, junior brother, say something! Your girlfriend doesn't seem scared at all. It's me who really needs comforting!"

Lu Mingfei ignored him. Just now, this guy had pulled them up, and before they could even stand up properly, he greeted them with "Junior brother, you're so sassy."

Although he knew the man was praising him, Lu Mingfei still felt strange, as if he were wearing someone else's clothes and feeling immoral.

Erii pressed her head against the cabin door, the wind whipping her hair and the cold rain lashing her fair, soft cheeks.

The girl gazed at the apocalyptic scene through the wind and rain, tugged at Lu Mingfei's hand, and asked him which final boss had been born.

"It's not a big boss, just a medicinal herb." Lu Mingfei pulled her back a little. The girl had delicate skin, unlike Fingel, who had thick skin and was exposed to wind and rain, making people feel sorry for her.

"Who's so generous as to use the White King as medicine?" Fingel asked curiously. "Junior brother, I'm not saying this to be mean, but with our current setup, isn't it a bit too much of a drag to fight the White King?"

"Don't worry, you don't need to make an appearance." Lu Mingfei glanced at him.

Fingel felt underestimated and wanted to pat the Vulcan cannon in the corner and say that his senior brother was also very powerful and could provide some small air support, but before he could say this, a deafening roar resounded through the sky from afar.

The roar, powerful enough to pierce through human spirit and flesh, penetrated the barriers of time and space, penetrating the brains of the four people on the helicopter without any reduction.

Compared to the flamboyant and shouting Fingel, Mai Shude in the driver's seat felt her mind go blank, and she almost dropped the control stick. Fortunately, she had amazing recovery ability and regained her composure after a brief moment of confusion.

Erii, as a descendant of the White King, should have had a strong reaction to the roar of the bloodline source, but she is, after all, the Empress.

In the murals on the Shinto level, the Emperor possesses the potential to rival the Dragon King, embodies all human virtues, and has the great power to fight against the gods.

Even though Erii's bloodline has flaws, she is still an undisputed empress, the successor of Tsukuyomi who twice suppressed the resurgence of the White King, and has an instinct to fight against the gods hidden deep in her blood.

Therefore, she didn't react much when she heard the dragon's roar, which was powerful enough to make even an A-grade hybrid tremble.

Lu Mingfei was worried that Erii would react strangely to the White King's roar, but she was perfectly fine as if nothing had happened. Instead, he felt a surge of anger, as if all the anger from his past and present lives had gathered and erupted at this moment.

His golden eyes ignited instantly, and he suddenly looked up in the direction from which the roar came, clearly sensing that a beast was crawling out from underground.

The mist woven from white silk threads on the Tama River surged violently, and Lu Mingfei saw it chasing upwards, its target a black-clad boy with his hands behind his back.

Even from just a glimpse of his back, he recognized him instantly as his foolish little brother.

I told you to go fishing, not to bait the area yourself!
"Roar--"

The dragon's roar grew louder and louder, a signal that it had spotted its prey. The "mist" on the river was boiling, as if something was about to break through it.

"Lend me your knife."

A furious rage, like molten gold, ignited in Lu Mingfei's golden eyes. He reached out and grasped the long sword that Jiu Demai handed him, its blade reflecting a chilling light in the rain.

Erii gripped the hem of his shirt tightly, and he returned a reassuring smile:
"Sweetie, let me get your medicine."

As soon as he finished speaking, he kicked the Vulcan cannon that Fingel had prepared.

The steel behemoth, weighing hundreds of kilograms, soared into the air. Lu Mingfei leaped onto the cannon, and the six barrels began to spin wildly.

The ammunition belt danced through the air like a giant python, and the Vulcan cannon unleashed a violent propulsion force far exceeding that of an attack helicopter, carrying the enraged monarch away into the sky.

Ahead, a "god" whose true form was obscured by white silk threads broke through the thick white mist, brandishing its sharp claws to grab the boy who stood in mid-air and refine him instantly.

However, the claw that was powerful enough to cleave a steel building in half missed its mark. The boy's figure merged into the night sky, and what appeared in those ferocious vertical pupils was a figure riding a cannon.

"Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang-!!!"

The Gatling gun roared deafeningly in the air, its six barrels spinning wildly, shooting out long, red flames from the muzzle.

Armor-piercing high-explosive shells, powerful enough to blast apart any carbon-based life form, were mixed with mercury, which was highly toxic to dragons. They streaked across the stormy night, leaving long trails, and bombarded the traitor who dared not show his true face without reservation.

"BOOM ...

The armor-piercing high-explosive shell, infused with highly toxic mercury, exploded with a deafening roar the moment it hit its target, sending up a burst of intense light and fire that released a shimmering silver mist of mercury, adding a touch of light and heat to the fiery red sky.

The cocoon made of white silk threads was torn apart by the barrage of bullets. The pale cub, which had just descended from the place of hatching, was forced to taste the cruel baptism of human war art and the wrath of another supreme being before it could even announce its arrival to the world.

It roared to the sky, letting out a sharp screech.

The river surface suddenly exploded, and countless white threads shot into the sky like venomous snakes, attempting to intercept this blasphemous attack.

However, the exploding torrent of steel tore through their futile defenses, and the highly corrosive threads that could penetrate even steel were utterly useless against the barrage of bullets.

This is not a weapon specifically designed to slay gods, but rather a violent aesthetic forged by humanity through centuries of warfare, a style that even the gods tremble over.

"Oh! Look at the shellfire! Look at the boy! Mingfei what was that?!"

The white king was engulfed by artillery fire and highly toxic atomized mercury. He avoided the battlefield at a right angle and watched the battle from a helicopter in the distance. Fingel, carrying a camera, recorded this scene of a mortal fighting against a god, shouting that God, Jesus, and Mary, the savior of mankind had appeared.

Erii's eyes widened, her beautiful crimson eyes fixed on the figure of the boy who was rushing away amidst the gunfire.

Sakura, you're amazing!

"BOOM ...

The terrifying sounds of gunfire echoed the thunder in the sky, and bullet casings as thick as a baby's arm fell from the sky, scattering across the path the lone god-slayer had taken.

Beside the Tama River, the few remaining members of the Demon Clan were startled by the sound of dragons being slain in the sky. Even in this life-or-death situation, they still managed to squeeze out a sliver of light to see if the General had prepared a backup plan.

However, the sky was already obscured by white threads. Only when the divine thunder in the heavens illuminated this world as bright as day could one vaguely see traces of it, but it was impossible to tell what they were.

Kazuha Inuyama desperately squeezed out the dragon blood within his body, his face ashen and his eyes filled with tears of blood, yet he still forcibly continued the extreme speed provided by Setsuna.

They didn't want to rush to the edge of the camp to deploy the Vulcan cannons and individual rocket launchers, to vent their anger on the gods before they died.

Instead, they charged toward the king, who had been drained of his blood, intending to tear that bastard who had deceived them so miserably to pieces.

For this so-called glorious evolution, she lost her beloved partner, her family and friends, and everything she had, only to be met with a tragic, cruel, and even absurd ending.

How could she possibly bear this?!

The pale red threads stained with blood were no longer as strong as before and were easily cut, revealing the hollow, shriveled human form inside the cocoon.

White threads were already wrapped around his feet and body, but Inuyama Kazuha ignored them and hacked the corpse of the leader, pioneer, and spiritual mentor of the Oni Clan to pieces with his sword.

Unfortunately, Wang had already absorbed all the nutrients from her body, and was completely unable to extinguish the fire in her heart.

The knife in her hand fell to the ground and stuck straight into the soil. She gave up struggling and stood there, letting the white silk threads wrap around her, crystal tears sliding down her cheeks. Her heart was filled with regret and resentment.

"boom--!!!"

A deafening explosion shook the sky, and a bolt of lightning that almost spanned the heavens illuminated the world as if it were daytime.

The world was a vast expanse of white, and the barren land within a mile radius had been drained of its nutrients. The white filaments that had been frantically absorbing nutrients stopped spreading wildly, and the god that commanded them roared furiously in the air.

The god, surrounded by highly toxic atomized mercury, had the cocoon-like threads binding his body forcibly removed, revealing his true form amidst the lightning.

What kind of existence is that?
Its body was enormous yet extremely thin, its lower limbs were deformed and short, but it had a long, ferocious tail with jagged joints, and its entire body was covered with white dragon scales and bone spurs.

What attacked Lu Mingze just now was not a claw, but a dragon's head connected by a bent dragon neck.

The white king lay prostrate on the silk threads, its streamlined body peeling away in shattered scales to reveal pale, bleeding skin beneath.

Its long tail swayed behind it, its eight slender necks curled and stretched, and its eight heads faced forward, its golden eyes, as bright as candles, revealing boundless ferocity and the most primal savagery.

This is the true face of the "god" that the Snake Clan has concealed for ten thousand years—the white king who has returned to the human world in the form of the eight-headed serpent.

It was revived twice ten thousand years ago, and then buried twice more.

Ten thousand years later, there is no Amaterasu, no Tsukuyomi, and no Susanoo.

It was supposed to use the flesh and blood of hundreds of hybrids and thousands of Dead Servants to repair its damaged dragon body after emerging from its cocoon.

Unfortunately, something even more terrifying blocked the way to the spring.

"Kakaka-"

The Vulcan cannon's motor emitted a mournful whine as it idled, and 2000 specially made warheads were emptied in just twenty seconds.

The longsword in Lu Mingfei's hand emitted a clear, resonant ringing sound, its blade reflecting eight pairs of fierce, golden eyes.

His pupils burned with a rage hotter than dragon flames, and only one tyrannical thought remained in his mind—

Cut off all eight of these ugly heads and turn them into a chili pepper dragon head!

"Qiang——!"

A sword's cry resounded through the heavens, and a streak of white light flashed across the fiery sky!
The figure riding the cannon had vanished, leaving only the spinning Vulcan cannon plummeting towards the withered earth entwined with white silk under the massive tremor.

The rain curtain was torn apart by a lone figure, and a young man wielding a three-foot-long sword came hurtling through the air.

Wherever the blade passed, the raindrops vaporized, leaving a blazing white vacuum trail in the night sky.

The pale cub sensed the approaching danger; its eight golden eyes contracted simultaneously, and its eight heads roared in unison. It was a dragon's roar from ancient times, one that had once made all beasts bow their heads and dragons tremble ten thousand years ago.

Wherever the sound waves passed, raindrops burst into fine mist.
However, the young man wielding the blade to slay the dragon merely sneered. Suddenly, the longsword in his hand ignited with a ghostly blue demonic flame, the firelight illuminating his jade-faced, demon-like features.
"You dare bark like a dog even when you're about to die? I think you don't take me seriously at all!"

The hundred-meter distance passed in the blink of an eye, and the long sword in Lu Mingfei's hand gleamed with a blinding light—

Ame no Habakiri awakens in the rain, the ancient alchemical matrix on the blade lighting up one after another, the inscriptions flowing with a wild and primal aura.

This is the weapon that cut down the fire god Kagutsuchi; it is the ancestor of all swords!

At this moment, however, it unleashes a malevolent light in the hands of mortals.

The blade trembled, emitting a bloodthirsty hum!
Lu Mingfei, wielding the Heavenly Feather Blade, slashed at the ten-meter-long monster with the force of splitting a mountain.

The Yamata no Orochi roared, raising its long neck high.

It had just emerged from its cocoon and was only just beginning to recover its strength when it was caught off guard and attacked by the Vulcan Cannon and atomized mercury.

But by this time it had come to its senses, confirmed that there was only one enemy, and could tell that the other party was like itself, having just regained its power.

Originally, it planned to devour all the blood food below to recover more power, but the super tonic that was unique in the world was too tempting. Its intuition told it that as long as it devoured it, it could ascend to the throne of gods and become the absolute ruler of the world.

Greed blinded it, but it also allowed it to avoid the deadly poison hidden in the blood-eating body below. It only needed to withstand the negligible corrosive effects of the atomized mercury to fight with all its might.

With a sudden, powerful slam, the Yamata no Orochi's deformed lower limbs and two heads crashed into the white mist. In the instant the mist surged and boiled, its massive body, as large as a killer whale, was lifted into the air.

Eight heads, bent like pythons, tried to avoid the blade steaming with demonic flames, and opened their blood-red maws to tear at the flying youth with their jagged teeth.

A flash of lightning, and the battle between the vastly different sizes began.

Driven by rage, Lu Mingfei didn't consider that his size was only one percent of the Yamata no Orochi's, nor did he consider how to fight such a completely inhuman monster.

He simply gripped the Ame no Habakiri in his hand, his anger transforming into the purest killing intent. Every muscle in his body remembered how to wield the blade, unleashing a strike powerful enough to slay any enemy in the world.

Hoo-ho—

The blade shot out, but due to its limited length, the Yamata no Orochi could easily dodge it by simply turning its neck.

The pale monster's golden eyes, like billowing candles, gleamed with a greedy and treacherous light. Its eight heads roared as they lunged at the boy who was about to miss his attack, their target clear.

Once limbs, torso, and head are bitten by the eight gaping maws, it will inflict a torture far worse than being torn apart by five horses.

However, it was laughing, and the lone boy opposite it was also laughing, the corners of his mouth curving into a ferocious and unrestrained arc, as if it were not he who was hanging by a thread.

wow-

Then, the demonic flames of the Heavenly Feather Blade surged, and the five-meter-long fire blade swept across, causing four pale dragon heads to rise into the sky, followed by their one-meter-long necks, which crashed down with a thud.

The severed neck gushed forth a waterfall of blood, staining the rain and the white mist below a scarlet color.

“A beast is a beast; it can’t even see through such a petty trick.”

Lu Mingfei rolled over amidst the rain of blood, dodging the bites of the remaining heads, and with a sneer of mockery, stomped heavily on the back of the Yamata no Orochi.

Before the Yamata no Orochi could recover from the pain of its severed head, the scales and bone armor on its back suddenly shattered, the terrifying force almost crushing its spine and rupturing its internal organs.

The enormous body fell uncontrollably, churning up a crimson sea of ​​mist that seemed to be trying to support the god's majestic form. However, the mist was too slender and weak to support the terrifying dragon's body, which weighed over ten tons.

boom--! ! !
The Yamata no Orochi crashed into the shattered earth, its four heads scattering and falling, flattening dozens of red, translucent cocoons on the ground. The useless corpses inside could not withstand such weight and shattered with a crash.

The powerful impact swept through, directly scattering the silk threads that covered the camp of the demons, but unfortunately, the place was already lifeless.

Divine blood spilled onto the earth, and the Yamata no Orochi lay in the deep crater it had smashed, roaring. Its remaining four dragon heads and ferocious giant tail forcibly supported its severely damaged body, and the surrounding scarlet threads also floated over under its will, offering up the blood essence that it had absorbed but had not yet transformed.

However, before it could absorb the life essence mixed with potent poison, another whistling sound of a blade pierced the air above.

In the eight gilded pupils, fear overwhelmed ferocity and tyranny, and the king, known as a god, chose to flee.

With its enormous body, over ten meters long, supported by its head and long tail, it possessed superhuman agility. It almost frantically tried to escape into the Tama River, return to the Well of Corpses, and devour all its followers to regain more power.

In his human form, he couldn't possibly recover faster than in his dragon form. Given just a little more time to catch his breath, he could forcefully devour it with overwhelming force.

Unfortunately, it never got that chance.

The Yamata no Orochi dodged nimbly, causing its demonic flames to slash through the air. The boy descending from the sky roared, "You dare to dodge?!"

His voice was booming, his blade swift as lightning.

A chilling light descended from the sky, and the five-meter-long Heavenly Feather Blade arrived in an instant. The demonic flames pierced through the scales on the neck of the Yamata no Orochi without any hindrance, and the pure white blade, with alchemical matrix inscriptions, pierced through the flesh and blood and disappeared into it, before penetrating the shattered earth.

One of its necks was driven into the ground, halting the Yamata no Orochi's charge. Its massive body staggered, nearly folding itself into three pieces.

Lu Mingfei followed closely behind Tian Yuyu's sword and delivered a knight's kick from the sky, striking a pale head squarely. The open mouth couldn't even utter a cry before it exploded, and the long neck, now headless, twitched and twisted wildly, cracking the ground.

Lu Mingfei landed lightly on the broad back of the Yamata no Orochi. His golden eyes reflected the three remaining heads of the serpent. His current appearance was mirrored in those three pairs of golden vertical pupils, which were filled with fear and resentment.

The clothes were still the same, but they were stretched taut by the expanding muscles, as if a body that did not belong to a human had been forcibly stuffed inside.

Dark lines appeared on his forehead, his cheeks were covered with fine black scales, sharp bone spurs extended from his knuckles, and a tearing sensation came from his back, as if something was trying to break out of his body.

Looking at his reflection in Hong Zhu's eyes, Lu Mingfei was momentarily lost in thought, and Lu Mingze's words seemed to echo in his ears again—

"Brother, you are the most powerful monster in the world."

The pale monster didn't know why the demon on its back had suddenly stopped moving, and its mind went blank for a moment, but its instincts told it that this was the only chance of survival!
The long, bony tail suddenly rose up, its tip blooming like a flower bud, revealing a sword powerful enough to cleave the world—the Kusanagi!

In Japanese mythology, when Susanoo attacked Yamata no Orochi with the divine sword Ame no Habakiri, it was the divine sword Ame no Kusanagi hidden in its tail that created the breach.

At this moment, the Ame no Habakiri was pinning one of its heads down. The boy on its back was unarmed and disoriented, with no chance of escaping this sharpest sword in Japan!

The sword flashed like lightning, slicing through the rain.

In that instant, it even overshadowed the light of the Azure Thunder, like a peerless swordsman's desperate strike.

On the helicopter still circling in the distance, Fingel, carrying a camera whose components had been destroyed by the dragon's roar, shouted at the motionless Lu Mingfei, but his voice was drowned out by the raging rain.

Erii suddenly stood up, her crimson eyes instantly turning into shimmering gold, and as she parted her cherry lips, ancient dragon runes flowed out like a song.

The air inside and outside the cabin began to distort, and the destructive power called "Judgment" condensed into a blazing white halo around her.

Inside the cockpit, Mai Shude was about to press the button for the onboard radio, but at the last moment a hand gently pressed it down.

She suddenly turned her head and saw a man in a sharp suit sitting in the passenger seat.

He casually wore pilot headphones, his long, slender fingers held up to his lips, and his pale gold eyes held a smile.

"This is the king's battle, a battle fought only with blood and fire, and no third party is allowed to intervene."

As those pale golden eyes gazed upon her, Mai lowered her hand and looked into the distance.

The Kusanagi sword closed in, seemingly about to pierce the dazed boy, but in the next instant, the thrust, powerful enough to pierce a meter-thick steel plate, suddenly froze.

"Qiang!"

A sharp, metallic clang rang out. The eight-headed serpent's three golden eyes contracted sharply, filled with utter terror!

Its deadly strike was actually caught by the opponent with his bare hands?!

Lu Mingfei grinned, his sharp fangs gleaming coldly in the rain. His voice was low and hoarse, filled with sarcasm and mockery:
"You think I haven't read Japanese mythology? I've been on guard against this trick of yours for a long time!"

As soon as he finished speaking, his right arm, bulging with muscles covered in black scales and bone spurs, grabbed the Kusanagi Sword and pulled it down with a swift motion, dragging its ferocious long tail downwards. The sword, powerful enough to cleave the world, broke through its own defenses and pierced the heart that pumped dragon blood throughout its body.

Dragon blood gushed forth like a waterfall, splashing into the rain and turning into a bloody, hot red mist.

This attack was fierce and deadly, but the Yamata no Orochi no longer let out the pitiful howls of a submissive wife. Its two still-movable dragon heads coiled and tore at Lu Mingfei, while its remaining head opened its blood-red maw and spat out dragon script from the ancient wilderness.

This is its last resort, the ultimate incantation it just unearthed from its bloodline inheritance, using all its power to drag this deserving-to-die fellow down with it, forbidding anyone from falling into reincarnation again.

Amidst the blood mist, Lu Mingfei, resembling a demon, pressed down on the still struggling Kusanagi Sword with one hand, raised his other hand, joined two fingers together, making a pistol shape, and chuckled as he pulled the "trigger."

"Bang! Bang!"

The two balls of primordial flame exploded with a deafening roar, forcefully blasting back the ferocious head that was attacking them.

Then, he tilted his head, looked at the head still chanting dragon script, a strange smile appearing on his lips, and lightly snapped his fingers:

"Cancel."

……

The world suddenly became silent.

That destructive power, comparable to the eruption of Mount Fuji, vanished silently before it could even take shape, as if it had never existed.

The dragon patterns on the Yamata no Orochi abruptly stopped, and a hint of confusion flashed in its golden eyes.

The next moment——

"Qiang——!"

Ame no Habakiri swept across the sky, sending three pale heads flying.

(End of this chapter)