Dragon Clan: Force me to be reborn and slay dragons

Chapter 280 Riding the wind on a sword, the sword comes to vanquish demons across the land!
"This is not the Divine Retribution System."

The giant waves that exploded on the sea surface crashed down like a swarm of whales. Angers shook his soaked silver hair and threw the cursing, blood-spitting Uesugi Etsushi aside.

Fortunately, the old man's Black Sun Domain collapsed the instant of the explosion; otherwise, Kassel College would be tolling its death knell in the church right now, preparing a dignified funeral for their beloved headmaster.

Uesugi Echizen, being a pure-blooded emperor, was naturally not seriously injured by the aftershocks. After spitting out a few mouthfuls of blood, he recovered and looked solemnly at the dragon-shaped corpse guard that had been smashed to pieces in front of him, as well as the indistinct flying object under the thick clouds in the distance.

He was getting old after all, and his dynamic vision was no longer as good as it had been when he was young; he had only seen a blurry black shadow pass by.

"If it wasn't divine retribution, then what was that just now?"

On the surging sea, thousands of serpentine corpses were caught in the crossfire, their bodies torn apart and their blood splattered into the sea. The dark red blood tide lifted the half-submerged Sumeru pedestal several meters up again before crashing down with a thunderous roar.

But everyone, even the corpse guardians remaining on the Sumeru pedestal, stared intently at the direction from which the dark figure had roared in, not daring to even breathe loudly.

"It looks like a sword."

Inuyama He, who arrived from behind, frowned. He had just activated his Word of Power: Setsuna to charge forward, but he had only caught a general outline of it, which looked like a broadsword.

Upon hearing this, Uesugi Kotsu immediately looked at Angers, his meaning clear—the Sword of Damocles has been drawn, yet he still claims this isn't a divine punishment system.

Angers' eyesight hadn't deteriorated too much, so losing his glasses wasn't a big deal. The unique nature of Time Zero gave him ample time to observe, allowing him to see that what had just attacked was a two-meter-long giant sword made of steel bars and iron plates, which, with its powerful momentum, annihilated the two enormous dragon skeletons in one fell swoop.

"A sword?" Genji's voice came from behind. "Isn't the legendary Kusanagi sword supposed to grow on the tail of the Yamata no Orochi? How can it be used as a javelin?"

“It might be…” Uesugi Yue was about to reply when he suddenly realized something was wrong. He turned around and saw that his eldest son had returned, staring intently at the dark clouds and thunder in the distance.

"Didn't I tell you to leave? Why are you back again?!"

Uesugi Kotsuto was almost dumbfounded. His imagined perfect ending was shattered by the bleak reality, leaving him completely bewildered in the storm.

Yuan Zhisheng glanced at him and shook his head slightly: "God's attack is too far away and too fast, there's no way to escape."

As he said, the sound of the helicopter rotors on the platform gradually subsided. After witnessing the attack, everyone realized that they were now in a predicament with no way to escape.

With all escape routes cut off, only a desperate fight remains.

If I could kill a god before I die, I would have no regrets even if I were to be buried in the sea.

Cheng Shuangfan's face was pale, but she still stood up straight, her eyes like knives, staring intently at the approaching black shadow in the distance, her expression calm as if she had long been prepared to face death.

Unfortunately, we never found out what that person did before disappearing, or whether they are alive or dead now.

However, it doesn’t matter anymore.

If he is already dead, then we will meet again in the underworld;
If he is still alive, then may he live a peaceful life and not become a wandering, lonely ghost.

Caesar, wielding twin pistols, stepped forward from the crowd and stood atop the high platform, gazing into the distance. The wind demon weasel hovered and whispered in his ear, carrying with it the whistling of the sea breeze and the howls of the corpse guardians.
Time was too short, and he did not leave a suicide note.

Fortunately, he has already written everything he wanted to say in the serialized novel, and the publisher will mail her a deluxe commemorative edition on Nono's birthday.

Unfortunately, I was ultimately unable to personally hand the gift to her.

Below, Genji took out a bright red reagent from his pocket. It was the blood of an ancient dragon fetus obtained from the lower deck of the Lenin. Erii's bloodline became unstable because of it.

Herzog hid it in a shrine in the Kobe Mountains, leaving only a few words about it in the materials he left for Genji.

After consuming the ancient dragon's blood, the dragon blood within his body will boil completely, and his strength, five senses, and nerve reaction speed will increase exponentially, truly making him qualified to fight against the gods.

He handed the item over to the head of the Miyamoto family for testing, and it was confirmed to be ancient dragon fetal blood.

Once ingested, his bloodline will be purified to an unbelievable degree in an instant, and he will become as powerful as his younger siblings, at the cost of falling from emperor to demon.

He hadn't originally planned to use it, but before leaving, he sent someone to fetch it, just in case.

And now is the time for it to come in handy.

Yuan Zhisheng slowly unscrewed the bottle cap, tilted his head back, and prepared to drink the ancient dragon's blood in one gulp.

He lived a life of utter failure; without exception, he failed to protect any of the people and things he wanted to protect.

Now, all he can do is to weaken or even severely damage the White King before his sister and brother-in-law arrive, paving the way for their final, decisive blow.

However, just as the ancient dragon's blood was close to his lips, and the dragon blood within him seemed to sense something about to surge and boil like a raging tide, a long, resounding roar echoed from the distant horizon:

"He fought across three thousand miles, his sword once held off a million soldiers—"

The voice was as clear as a young boy's, yet it carried the chilling aura of a thousand armies, as if it had traveled from an ancient battlefield, exploding amidst the torrential rain and thunder:

"Here comes the sword!"

The next second, a sword light pierced the sky, its cold gleam like snow, illuminating the entire dark sea.

The torrential rain froze in the air, and millions of raindrops turned into three-foot-long icicles, reflecting a chilling light under the moonlight.

The next instant, these icicles, like arrows receiving a military order, poured down with a piercing shriek!

“Boom, boom, boom, boom—!!!”

Ice spikes rained down like pear blossoms, densely striking the sea surface, each carrying the terrifying power to shatter mountains and split rocks.

Amidst a deafening explosion, countless ice flowers burst open on the sea surface!

The three-foot-long ice spikes, like spears hurled by the gods, pinned the fleeing corpse guards to the boiling sea.

The last dragon-shaped corpse guardian sealed in Takamagahara had just raised its head when it was pierced through by seven ice spikes. A trace of bewilderment and terror froze in its pale vertical pupils.

The horde of corpses struggled amidst their wails, their screams rising and falling like the cries of infants, yet they could not shake the people in the sky in the slightest.

Thunder rumbled, like cluster missiles exploding in this sea area, with only the loud thud of ice spikes falling.

The sea surface exploded, and the corpse guards frantically dived down, trying to escape this catastrophic disaster. However, the ice spikes did not slow down after entering the water; instead, they completely froze the surrounding sea.

The black waves solidified into pale glaciers, freezing countless corpses, severed limbs, and shattered shipwrecks within them, turning the entire sea into a hellish ice prison!
Yuan Zhisheng's fingers froze at the rim of the test tube, the sweet and pungent smell of Gulong fetal blood lingering around his nose.

He saw the black waves freeze into ice before his eyes, and countless struggling corpses were sealed into the ice in their hideous and terrifying poses.

The ice spread at a visible speed, the steel supports of the Sumeru pedestal groaned under the strain, and the frozen wave crests formed continuous icicles under the lightning.

The three-foot-long ice shards, seemingly an indiscriminate attack, shattered into countless tiny ice fragments upon impact with the Sumeru pedestal. Only a few lucky shards remained intact, piercing the corpse guardian that had been rendered immobile by the oppressive force, pinning it to the surface of the pedestal and freezing it into a grotesque ice sculpture. "This is... judgment?"

His Adam's apple bobbed, his voice was so dry it sounded unlike his own, yet it was filled with an indescribable excitement.

Looking up, the clouds parted, and lightning illuminated a figure approaching on the moonlit horizon.

The boy, whose hair was slicked back by the wind, held a sword in one hand and had his other arm around the slender waist of the girl in white.

Every step they took was on solidified icicles. The two of them were like gods descending to earth. As their clothes fluttered, the wind and rain gave way, and nothing could harm them!

The saying "Everyone avoids wearing matching outfits" has now become a reality!
Uesugi almost lost his grip on the sword. He stared wide-eyed at the expressionless girl hovering in the air in the distance, and the blond-haired boy who had reached out to hug her soft waist. His wrinkles trembled as he looked at her.

“Angers, tell me the truth, what is that kid’s background?”

Could it really have sprung from a rock?!
“That’s Lu Mingfei, the S-class freshman we’re recruiting.”

Angers wiped the ice crystals off his face, composed himself, and was filled with emotion.

I never expected that Mingfei would evolve to such a terrifying level in just a few days. He is truly a force to be reckoned with.

"Teacher, are you sure he's really human?" Inuyama He couldn't help but ask, questioning the other's species affiliation.

“He is, of course, human.” Angers hesitated for a moment, then nodded slightly.

"It is also the hope of eliminating all dragons in the world."

Inuyama He remained silent, his expression quietly disheveled in the wind.

At the top of the Sumeru pedestal, Caesar stood in the raging wind, his long golden hair soaked by the icy rain.

The wind demon weasel he released was completely shattered by the ferocious ice spike attack, and it seemed that only that one sentence remained in the world—

"Here comes the sword!"

"What...what kind of monster is this?" Caesar muttered to himself, his eyes filled with disbelief.

Before coming to Japan, he always had a self-centered attitude, and his life had been smooth sailing with almost no setbacks.

In just one week in Japan, all his experiences of the past twenty years were overturned. He realized that mixed-race people could be this powerful, and the legend of a single person destroying a city was actually true.

Also, what kind of paradise is Shilan Middle School?
While cultivating a violent and bloodthirsty monster like Chu Zihang, they also created a monster like Lu Mingfei.

The "80 phenomenon" is extremely serious in Japan. Lu Mingfei's experience with the "80" at school is also obvious to all. Is this the legendary "darkening and becoming stronger"?
This method is completely unusable!
On the other side, Cheng Shuangfan's initial shock quickly turned into ecstasy:

"Holy crap! When did China produce such a god-like being?!"

He had just prepared himself to face death, but unexpectedly, a miracle worker came to his rescue the next second, speaking fluent and standard Chinese.

Upon hearing that incredibly powerful line of poetry, he was so overjoyed he almost turned into a raging sea of ​​maggots.

With this giant Buddha statue in China, which dragon species would dare to revive in the country in the future?

If they were to recruit people into the Chinese branch of Kassel College and offer them high-ranking positions and generous salaries, would those mixed-race families in China who occupy territory, refuse to cooperate, and are always throwing tantrums still dare to be so presumptuous?
Looking at the ethereal young man in the distance, Cheng Shuangfan felt a surge of passion within her.

Further back, Shio Miyamoto stumbled out of the command room, his glasses covered in ice crystals.

He had already entered the nuclear bomb code and was just waiting to press the detonation button, but now... is the nuclear bomb still necessary?

Gazing at the jagged ice field stretching for kilometers, his face showed a childlike bewilderment:

"Is this really something a human being can do?"

Just as everyone was stunned by the grand scene, Genji's expression changed drastically, and he hurriedly put away the ancient dragon fetal blood test tube.

"Watch out!" he suddenly shouted, crossing his twin swords in front of Sakura.

Almost simultaneously, the boy in the sky leaned down and whispered something in the girl's ear, and then the young girl's face lit up with joy as she carefully took the white bone sword from the boy's hand.

Her movements were very light, as if she were receiving a rose from her lover.

But the moment the sword pointed downwards, the entire icy plain began to tremble.

Ancient dragon script flowed between her lips, each syllable causing the elements in the air to surge violently, and the power of the ancient wilderness surged forth like a tide!
The relentless pounding ice spikes were drawn together by an invisible force, eventually transforming in mid-air into an ice cross spear the size of a small mountain.

"Back off! Everyone back off!"

Genji shouted at the top of his lungs, but his voice was swallowed up by the sudden roar.

The girl simply waved her sword casually, like a kindergarten child picking up a twig and waving it around haphazardly in the air.

However, as this seemingly gentle and chaotic slash landed, a giant ice cross spear tens of meters high pierced out, and the next instant, a thousand-meter-long ice field collapsed with a roar!
The vast and menacing ice layer was as if it had been smashed by Adam's hammer, creating a terrifying shockwave. The ice surface cracked layer by layer, and water columns tens of meters high gushed out from the cracks.

The frozen horde of corpses turned to dust in the shockwave, and the black seawater mixed with the ice shards to form a crimson wave.

The three old men at the front were all incredibly fast swordsmen. Uesugi Yue alone was able to protect everyone behind him, and even had the energy to observe his eldest son and the girl who might become his eldest son's wife.

Genjiro wielded his twin swords wildly, shattering all the ice fragments that splashed out after the collapse. The cherry blossom hair behind him was covered with broken ice crystals, as if it were covered with a semi-transparent white veil.

Perched high above, facing the wind and snow alone, Caesar's golden hair fluttered like a banner in the gale, appearing quite imposing from behind, but from the front—

Good heavens, whose snowman is this? It's all red and white.

Cheng Shuangfan immediately pulled the burly Yaksha in front of her, put her arm around Crow's shoulder, and silently watched the vast and magnificent scene of blizzards flying everywhere.

“Boom, boom, boom, boom—!!!”

Explosions were deafening, the black and red ice field shattered into a blood-red disaster, and a red tide avalanche swept across the Pacific Ocean, leaving tens of thousands of corpses.

When the most violent tremors subsided, countless blood-red ice shards and shattered remains of various living and non-living things floated on the sea surface.

The thunder faded away, the thick clouds gradually dispersed, and the sea breeze swept by, carrying ice shards.

The remaining hundred or so people on the Sumeru pedestal all stepped out and stared at the boy and girl who had descended from the sky, speechless for a moment.

Lu Mingfei, with Erii in his arms, slowly descended, flashing a toothy smile at Genjiro:
"Aren't we too late?"

(End of this chapter)