Dragon Clan: Force me to be reborn and slay dragons

Chapter 312 "Hey! God! Open Sesame!"

The King of the Dead suppressed his rage, slightly raising his lance, while two ravens on his shoulders cawed loudly and unpleasantly.

"Those who disrespect God shall die! Hahaha! Those who disrespect God shall die!"

This sentence seemed to announce Chu Zihang's fate, and also to remind him of what happened to the man he called his father five years ago.

Chu Zihang's breath condensed into a scorching fire in his chest, and each heartbeat was like a furnace blowing wind, completely awakening the dragon genes in his blood.

Despite his extreme rage, he did not lose his mind. In the instant of his attack, he activated the Bloodlust Secret Technique, sacrificing his life force to gain even greater power.

He suddenly took a step, causing the accumulated water to explode into a ring of boiling steam, and he vanished from the spot, his golden eyes burning out two lava-like cracks in the darkness.

"Chong-"

The demon sword Murasame emitted a tremor like a dragon's roar, and its pale white blade was instantly engulfed by flames, causing its length to increase dramatically!

Morning rain and evening dew - the annihilation of the Heavenly Demon!

The moment the alchemical matrix unfolded, Murasame, releasing its true name, transformed into a two-meter-long Dark Kill Flame Demon Blade that tore through the rain curtain. Wherever the blade passed, the rainwater evaporated into a pale mist.

Odin's single eye peered down through the bronze mask, taking in the sight of the boy charging towards him, trampling the remains of the Death Servants army, yet he remained unmoved, as if he had already foreseen the trajectory of this attack.

Whoosh—!
The longsword, wreathed in raging flames, slashed down from the sky, aiming straight for the gap between the King of the Dead's heavy armor and helmet, intending to sever the only exposed part of his neck.

However, the Gungnir, the spear of destiny with its tip slightly lowered, appeared as if by teleportation in the path of the Darkfire Blade's slash.

Without a sound, the spear forged from the tree trunk of the World Tree seemed to pierce the critical point of Junyan's explosive burst, tearing apart the layers of demonic flames wrapped around the demon sword Murasame, unleashing its terrifying power!

"boom!"

Amidst the exploding stream of fire, Chu Zihang's body was sent flying backward uncontrollably.

His hand still gripped the demon sword tightly, but the tiger's mouth had already split open in that instant when they were about to separate, and blood gushed out.

The black-clad Deadpool, who had just emerged from the puddle, seemed to have smelled a rare delicacy. His golden eyes were fixed on the flying boy, filled with intense greed and appetite!

However, in the next instant, the boy in mid-air did a backflip to regain his balance and crushed the Deadpool's head, which had not yet fully emerged from the water.

Snapped!
Deadpool's head exploded silently, its texture eerily unsettling. It lacked the feel of bone and flesh, resembling a mere ink blot in human form. With a single stomp, it crumbled into the rain and flowed back into the puddles.

However, the Dead Servants that Fingel was dealing with in the distance had extremely hard bones, and their broken ancient swords seemed to emit a crisp sound of metal clashing, with the cracks tearing at flesh and bone, producing a teeth-grinding friction sound.

"Damn it, do these guys soak in high-calcium milk every day for maintenance? Their bones are harder than the pork knuckles my mom makes!"

Fingel's ancient sword got stuck in the neck of a Deadpool, which was gripped by its large, clawed hand and difficult to pull out. So he let out a strange cry and suddenly exerted force with one arm, swinging the sword and the Deadpool together as weapons at the legion of the dead attacking from the side.

"Wow--"

Dark shadows kept emerging from the puddles. Chu Zihang swung his longsword, and the Dark Demon Blade, which was on the verge of collapsing, was re-established and shattered, annihilating all the dead servants that emerged around him.

This time the texture felt even stranger, like a human-shaped shell encasing a bag of black blood, resembling an undeveloped embryo.

But Chu Zihang had no time to savor the strange feel. The moment the longsword stirred up a wave of black blood, he charged forward again. The Murasame, with its alchemical matrix fully activated, revealed its demonic sword nature at this moment. The rainwater evaporating from the blade was rising into mist, and its unstoppable ferocity had the imposing aura of "The imperial treasury burned to ashes, and the bones of nobles trampled on the streets!"

Three times of violent bloodshed!

As he was running wildly, Chu Zihang spun around and unleashed a ten-meter-long arc of fire, like the Wall of Maria that I had smashed through with my horse, the exploding flames roaring towards him, threatening to devour the lonely yet majestic Lord of the Gods.

Despite the explosive flames, Odin remained calm and composed. He thrust Gungnir forward, and countless wind blades condensed into a bluish-gray vortex at the tip of the spear. The power of the gods manifested at this moment!
boom!
The vortex exploded, and a howling wind pierced through the wind and rain. The arc-shaped wall of flames formed by the monarch's flames was forcibly torn open, creating a hideous gap. The crack in the Wall of Maria was just big enough to accommodate the figure holding the spear, and even the tattered cloak blown by the wind was not stained by the flames.

The violent explosion, resembling ten incendiary bombs, and the intense flames that erupted behind Odin demonstrated that Chu Zihang's attack was not just for show.

But it is precisely because of this that the composure of the gods can be displayed.

"How come these things are even more troublesome than a makeup exam?!"

From afar came Fingel's cursing voice. He wielded the two swords he had just picked up, turning them into a silver meat grinder. The bodies of three black-clad Deadpools had just been chopped into pieces and turned into ink stains that blended into the rain curtain when more bluish-gray arms emerged from the asphalt cracks and puddles.

Suddenly, a Deadpool with only his upper body reached out and grabbed his trouser leg. The skull-like head opened its foul-smelling mouth and tried to bite off his Achilles tendon. The German strongman was so frightened that he smashed the hilt of his knife into the top of the other man's head.

Kicking aside the now-still Deadpool's skeleton, Fingel looked up at the countless black-clad Deadpools ahead, completely unaware of where Chu Zihang, whom he had only heard but never seen, was. His eye twitched slightly as he turned to look at Lu Mingfei, who was watching the scene with his arms crossed.

"Junior brother, why are you just watching?!"

Chu Zihang was thrown into the air by the gale for the second time. The fine scales that grew from the boiling dragon blood in his body opened and closed, releasing wisps of blood energy. He actually experienced the frustration of Inuyama He being knocked into the river twice. The frustration of not being able to touch a single hair of the enemy despite using all his strength surfaced in his heart, but was instantly wiped away by his soaring fighting spirit.

Hearing Fingel's question from behind while in mid-air, he turned his head slightly and caught a glimpse of the once arrogant but now useless senior being chased by hundreds of Deadpools. He was holding a scythe he had stolen from somewhere, and as he darted off the overpass, he hooked onto a lamppost and did a 360-degree spin. He laughed as he watched the Deadpools, either propelled by inertia or pushed off the overpass, fall into the endless darkness below.

At the same time, Lu Mingfei's voice rang out lightly:
"Eri, help me!"

Upon hearing this, the girl's red and white shrine maiden outfit unfurled in the torrential rain, and the domain of the Word of Judgment unfolded. All the raindrops seemed to solidify into suspended silver needles, which, with her sword-wielding movements, transformed into waterspouts powerful enough to strangle a giant dragon.

Just as the horde of Deadpools was about to engulf Fingel, who had jumped back onto the overpass, it was devoured by the power of judgment that came from behind, its decaying body shattering into black blood and broken bones.

Upon seeing this, Fingel's face lit up with joy, but before his joy could even spread, it turned into terror as he lunged to the side, leaping away like a tiger.

In the next instant, the waterspout pierced through Deadpool's encirclement, smashing the sturdy overpass railing along with it. Ruins and blood shot into the air a hundred meters high, as spectacular as a sewage pipe exploding.

"No, turn off the friendly fire!" Fingel shoved the severed limbs off his body, washed the dirt off his face with the rain, and was about to complain when he noticed the flames bursting again in the distance, and his eyes went blank for a moment.

Chu Zihang leaped into the air, raising the Darkfire Demon Blade high and charging towards Odin. His usually stern and icy handsome face was now covered with fine, dark blue-black dragon scales, his sharp canines and ferocious expression, and his golden vertical pupils radiating extreme madness and indifference.

"Hey! God! Open sesame!"

The boy roared, uttering the same arrogant words that man had used to assassinate the god and kill the emperor, but his tone was not arrogant or haughty, only as cold as polar frost.

Four times the blood gushed out!

The demonic flames swirling around the Murasame sword seemed to boil, and the blade swelled to three meters in length once more. The torrential rain, under the terrifying heat, completely vaporized even ten meters away from the shop!

This is Chu Zihang's deadly move, risking his life!
The two arms, now fully dragon-transformed, were covered in dragon scales. Each flame of the boiling Darkfire Demon Blade stretched into a long, thin tongue of fire in the gale, leaving a trail of purplish-black silk in the air.

Like a little dragon, Chu Zihang charged forward with overwhelming force. Odin finally looked up to face him, his cloak, soaked by the rain, now dry and even scorched with honeycomb-like marks. The god finally let out a cold snort, a metallic scraping sound, and raised Gungnir to strike. Lightning, like a raging dragon, coursed between his arm and the spear, the spear's strike appearing as if countless thrusts had burst forth!
This mythical spear, which always hits its target, thrusts with a dark golden glow. The arc of light sweeps towards the boy like a meteor shower, each tiny meteor a powerful strike capable of piercing gold and splitting stone, attacking his many vital points!

However, Chu Zihang had completely abandoned defense. He slashed down with the Dark Flame Demon Blade, and an overwhelming wave of flames swept down with the fierce blade's momentum. The purplish-black demonic flames collided with the dark golden meteor shower, producing a deafening explosion.

The boy let out a dragon-like roar, shattering the meteor shower that had once cut off his father's path to survival with a single slash, and charged towards the god whose eyes revealed a hint of surprise.

"Wow—"

The lightning-encircled Gungnir swept across the sky, seemingly effortless, but in reality, it contained the immense power to alter the laws of physics on a small scale, and brought forth a terrifying storm from bottom to top.

A fierce wind howled in, almost scattering the torrential rain and demonic flames.

Despite the raging flames, the three-meter-long Demon Blade of Annihilation was constantly being slashed by the gale whipped up by Gungnir, and at the moment it collided with the Spear of Destiny, it was reduced to less than two meters.

"clang!!!"

The thunderous clang of metal clashing against metal exploded on the viaduct, like a god tolling a death knell.

The dissipating shockwave tore the wind, rain, and mist to shreds, and the violent airflow swept across, instantly evaporating the accumulated water and black bone blood on the ground. Even the charred corpse of the eight-legged celestial horse was blown dozens of meters away and crashed heavily into the distant ruins.

The demon sword Murasame spun and flew out of my hand, its blade tracing a poignant silver arc in mid-air before finally embedding itself straight into the cracked asphalt road. The alchemical matrix extinguished, and the blade returned to its pristine white, frost-like state.

Eighty percent of Chu Zihang's upper body muscles were torn upon contact. Blood seeped from the scales covering his body, staining his tattered clothes. The terrifying force of the impact caused him excruciating pain in every part of his body, including his internal organs. He only lasted half a second before being swept away by the god's spear, coughing up blood incessantly.
His flying figure left a blood-red trail in the rain, crashed into a lamppost fifteen meters away, and flew into the dark sky. He was in excruciating pain all over his body, but his mind was in a daze.

Even the fourth level of Bloodlust couldn't cause even the slightest damage to a god?
What exactly was the determination that my father had to stay behind to cover the family line?

Odin took a half step back, already raising Gungnir to a throwing stance. Lightning fragments swirled in the air, and the spear of destiny, Gungnir, emanated a black aura of death. It was as if an invisible thread was already tied to Chu Zihang's heart at the spear tip, and the spearhead began to gather starlight powerful enough to pierce through all defenses.

Odin's movements were slow, powerful, and graceful, like an ancient execution ritual.

Once that gun leaves his hand, Chu Zihang's life will be like a candle flickering in the wind, completely extinguished in this world.

However, in the silence of death, a desolate song quietly emerged.

It is light, yet it cannot be suppressed; all the raging storms, thunderous earthquakes, and deafening gunfire cannot conceal its existence.

That's a folk song from the Irish moors, a father and daughter softly singing among the green grass and tall trees:

"Father, dear father, you've done me great wrong,

You have married me to a boy who is too young,

I am twice twelve and he is but fourteen,

He's young but he's daily growing..."

Chu Zihang vaguely heard the roar of the engine again.

In the rainy night, the Maybach sped along the highway. The man gripped the steering wheel tightly, and his tense profile, reflected in the rearview mirror, exuded an unprecedented seriousness and fear.

That was the father and son's frantic run for their lives in the rainy night, a wound in his heart that will never heal.

But he knew it was just an illusion; the man had disappeared from his life and would never again pick him up at the gate of Shilan Middle School in a Maybach.

Gungnir was released, and the aura of death spread wildly!

That was fate's javelin, and no one could stop it.

Chu Zihang forced his eyes open, wanting to see the same scene as when his father faced death with equanimity.

I wanted to see how that meteor-like spear traversed the barriers of time and space to reach me.

I want to be like that man, to face my fate with equanimity.

But he no longer had the chance.

because--

"you dare?"

Lu Mingfei's voice rang out from afar, not loud, but it made the entire space pause, and all the falling raindrops trembled at the same time, as if they were frozen in mid-air by an invisible force.

The next instant, a white sword pierced through the frozen space-time, emitting an extremely piercing shriek. It drew out layers of sonic boom clouds on the road, and wherever the sword's edge passed, the air was torn apart, as if the world itself was about to be cleaved in two by this single strike.

That's the Kusanagi Sword, a divine sword powerful enough to cleave the world in two!
Its sharp edge, poised to shake the entire world, collides with an unstoppable, destined divine spear.

"boom--!!!"

A collision far more violent than any previous conflict was born, and the entire world seemed to shake in the impact of the two forces, with a sharp explosion even drowning out the thunderous roar from the sky.

The clash between kings, the collision between divine weapons, unleashed a devastating storm almost comparable to the explosion of an intercontinental ballistic missile.

The shockwave exploded in a ring, sending Fingel flying with a scream. The rain within a hundred meters was cleared, revealing a leaden-gray sky.

The reinforced concrete structure of the viaduct groaned under its strain, and endless thick smoke billowed from the center of the clash of guns and swords.

As the fierce wind tore through the dust, Odin's figure slowly emerged.

He held one hand in front of him, his cloak fluttering behind him as he slid back several meters. The golden flame in his single eye flickered slightly, carrying a rare solemnity.

Meanwhile, Chu Zihang, who had been swept off the overpass, was gently pulled back by a steel guardrail, and a large hand supported his heavily injured body.
"ImADoctorNotARoachJim!"

A familiar voice rang in my ears, and a warm power surged into my body like a tide, repairing my broken bones, torn muscles, and lost blood at an astonishing speed.

Chu Zihang turned his head with difficulty to look at his junior brother who was always smiling.

But the gold in his eyes resembled liquid sun, and his anger burned even more intensely than the King's Flame, as if he wanted to incinerate the entire kingdom of the dead.

(End of this chapter)