Dragon Clan: Force me to be reborn and slay dragons

Chapter 415 The Eldest Uncle and the King Fenrir

"What do we do now?"

Looking at the tunnel completely blocked by falling rocks, and the remains of Deadpool and Kamaitachi scattered along the entire track, Fingel raised his hand to disperse the smoke that had replaced the bluish-gray mist covering the platform, and coughed a few times.

One puff is a bit strong, like sucking on the ashes of a dragon's blood creature, or like a combination of Rex 5 and Furongwang cigarettes mixed with some smog.

It tastes really good.

Caesar coughed a few times, looked at the messy platform and the tunnel that was still collapsing, first briefly assessed the combat strength of the two of them, and determined that they could not break through the mud and rocks blocking the road by manpower. Then he looked back at the tunnel from which the train had come.

That was the direction Chu Zihang and Xia Mi came from; obviously, they couldn't reach the central region of Nibelungen from that direction.

Their only option at the moment seems to be to try to leave Nibelungen and seek help from Lu Mingfei or the Academy.

Caesar holstered his empty Golden Desert Eagle, picked up his hunting knife, and stood up. He dusted himself off, trying to rouse himself from his fatigue, and reached for the Blood of the Key on his chest.

But it came up empty.

He was just surrounded and beaten by a group of Kamaitachi and Deadpool. No matter how good his marksmanship was, he would eventually run out of bullets, and these bloodthirsty monsters would not give him a chance to reload.

Fingel used his empty shotgun as a baton, wielding it with great skill in his left hand and tactical knife in his right. Caesar, on the other hand, suffered from the disadvantage of his pistol and was forced to discard his Desert Eagle, instead engaging in hand-to-hand combat with Deadpool's Kamaitachi while wielding a hunting knife.

It's definitely gone now. Even if it were found, it would probably be burned by the flames that could melt steel, so there would be no need to repair it.

Losing a beloved gun is no big deal; you can always build another one. But losing the blood from the key is a much bigger problem.

Caesar looked down at his clothes, which had been torn by either a weasel or Deadpool's claws. He could clearly see several shallow scratch marks on his exaggerated pectoral muscles.

Clearly, during the intense attack just now, the bottle containing the blood of the key unfortunately fell.

Seeing that Caesar hadn't replied for a while, Fingel looked up and found him staring blankly at his massive pectoral muscles. After thinking for a moment, he said:

"The boss is indeed extraordinary. Even Deadpool and Kamaitachi are lusting after your beauty, and they don't forget to take advantage of you even in the midst of the chaos."

"However, I think we should go to the branch base to get bandaged up and get a shot of the 'Mad Dragon' vaccine after we go out, just to avoid getting infected."

Caesar raised his head upon hearing this, staring at him silently.

The question now is, did Deadpool take advantage of me?

The damn "key" to leaving Nibelungen to seek support has been lost!
Fingel's ability to read people was unparalleled. He naturally sensed something was wrong from Caesar's somewhat pained expression and quickly recalled the scene of him putting the blood on the key back into his pocket after entering Nibelungen.

The king of paparazzi, looking disheveled, twitched at the corner of his mouth, his voice tinged with disbelief: "Could it be..."

Caesar nodded expressionlessly.

Seeing this, Fingel plopped down on the ground, his broad back leaning against the wall, his head hanging low like ashes, muttering to himself:
"I knew it, it's always like that in horror movies, when someone leaves the group and goes out on their own... cough cough, reckless people are prone to accidents. Now look what's happened, we're stuck here."

Seeing him sitting there muttering to himself with a look of utter despair, Caesar was speechless but could say nothing. After all, it was indeed his fault that the two of them had ended up in this state.

However, he still understood Fingel, knowing that this guy valued his life above all else and wouldn't risk his life with him without any backup plans.
"Didn't you go to see Lu Mingfei before you left and say hello to him? If we don't go back for a long time, he should come looking for us."

Hearing this, Fingel, who was still collecting the ashes from the burnt-out fire, immediately perked up: "That's right, we still have our junior brother, Mingfei will definitely come to save us!"

When Caesar saw his expression, he knew that the guy had been faking it, whether he wanted to make him feel guilty so that he could increase his commission or something else.

He turned to look at the stairs he had come from and said casually, "Let's go back and see. Maybe we'll get lucky and get out directly."

Fingel had no objection to this, but he couldn't help but look back at the tunnel: "What about Chu Zihang and Xia Mi?"

Although he knew very well that Lu Mingfei had the ability to force his way into Nibelungen and walk out with his spoils, and that the chances of Chu Zihang and Xia Mi dying in Nibelungen were even slimmer than the chances of him and Caesar dying of old age there, he still had to show his attitude.

"What can the two of us do?" Caesar stared at the blocked tunnel. Although it was invisible to the naked eye, the weasels he had released burrowed dozens of meters through the gaps in the blocking soil, but in the end, they couldn't find a gap that allowed them to continue passing and had to turn back.

Conservative estimates suggest that the collapsed tunnel was nearly 100 meters long, which is beyond what human labor could have dug.

We must go back and ask for help.

Moreover, contacting the Kassel College would be useless. Not to mention whether the college could quickly dispatch such heavy excavation equipment into Nibelungen, just figuring out how to get the equipment into the deep underground Nibelungen would be enough to rack countless people's brains.

Therefore, they had no choice but to seek help from Lu Mingfei.

"That's true, let's hurry up." Fingel jumped up, patted his butt, and strode towards the stairs, afraid that if he was a step too late, Xia Mi and Chu Zihang, who were trapped deep in the tunnel, would be turned into a hot pot.

Just as the two were passing through the billowing smoke and the ashes of Deadpool and Kamaitachi on their way back, Chu Zihang and Xia Mi on the other side also made a new move.

The scorching heat deep inside the tunnel had not completely dissipated, and the air was filled with a strong smell of burning and the stench of various burning objects.

"Senior brother, are you alright?" Xia Mi nestled in Chu Zihang's arms, raising her hand to rub the clothes on his back that had been carbonized by the high temperature, instantly turning Chu Zihang's shirt into a backless dress.

Looking at the boy's muscular, smooth, and alluring back, Xia Mi's throat bobbed imperceptibly, and she said, feigning embarrassment:

"Oh, I'm sorry, senior brother, I ruined your clothes."

Chu Zihang: "..."

However, even if you apologize, could you at least take your hand away first?

With no clothes to block his back, Xia Mi's small hands continued to rub, seemingly trying to restore the slightly reddened skin on his back to its original color.

"Stop it, the camera is still taking pictures, don't touch it yet."

He really wanted to say that, but in the end he just shook his head, indicating that such a small matter was insignificant.

Xia Mi reluctantly touched it one last time before letting go, pulling away from that cherished embrace. She stood up and surveyed the still-burning railway tracks and train wreckage in the distance, as well as the Dead Servants and Kamaitachi, whose bones had been reduced to dust. She raised her camera to record everything, her voice tinged with a mixture of emotion and pride:
"Senior brother, we're really amazing."

Chu Zihang also stood up and noticed that the residual hot air in the tunnel was blowing up his white shirt, which was only half of its front, making it look like he was wearing a piece of cloth around his neck as an apron. He simply ripped off the tattered clothes and stood shirtless in the tunnel.

Hearing the sound of tearing fabric, Xia Mi instinctively turned around while holding her camera and saw a muscular, icy-looking man shirtless, his body glistening with sweat as if coated with oil, reflecting the firelight. He looked absolutely stunning.

Xia Mi's eyes were blurry for a moment, and then she immediately cried out "Ouch!" and raised her hand to cover the camera lens. Her two round eyes were wide open like copper bells as she stared intently at Chu Zihang's perfect muscle lines.

It wasn't lustful; it was purely an appreciation of beauty.

To her shame, Xia Mi also longed to be an art student, but other models would be an eyesore for her; Chu Zihang was the perfect model in her eyes. Seeing her gasp in surprise, yet choosing to cover the camera rather than her eyes, Chu Zihang felt a pang of emotion.

No wonder the dragons were defeated by humans; these dragon kings, one or two of them, are all a bit frivolous.

Can one truly rule the world well by following this kind of king?

Noticing Chu Zihang's enigmatic gaze, Xia Mi coughed twice, turned around, and kept the camera focused on the burning wreckage ahead:

"Hey, senior, you look a bit hot."

Senior brother, you have a high fever.

Chu Zihang picked up the scabbard and put away the Murasame sword: "The tunnel may collapse at any time, let's move forward first."

Xia Mi nodded and followed him forward, carefully protecting the camera as they navigated around the burning wreckage. Her voice carried a hint of worry: "Senior brother, what if the Dragon King's lair is ahead?"

"Fight if you can win, run if you can't," Chu Zihang replied crisply.

"What if we can't win and can't escape?" Xia Mi asked the burning question.

What else can I do? I can only ask Mingfei to save me.

Chu Zihang glanced at the girl beside him, whose face showed worry as if she genuinely feared the two of them would perish here, and ultimately refrained from saying anything that would spoil the mood:
"I will hold off the Dragon King."

His voice was calm, yet it conveyed a resolute determination forged in blood and fire.

Anyone who heard this would feel comfortable entrusting their life to him.

Xia Mi could tell that he wasn't just saying nice things to comfort her; he really meant it.

Now that things have come to this, she believes that Chu Zihang has already guessed her identity, but even so, he is still willing to stand by her side, which warms her heart.

However, she remained mindful of her public persona and didn't lose her composure due to being moved. She responded quietly:

"Although I am very touched, without you, senior brother, it would be very difficult for me to survive in this dangerous place."

As she spoke, as if seeking reassurance, or perhaps fearing that Chu Zihang might die unexpectedly if she wasn't careful, she moved closer to him and took his arm:

"So, senior brother, you should stay by my side and protect me."

She was clearly worried that Chu Zihang might be too far away and she wouldn't be able to protect him in time, so she told him to stay by her side and not run around. But to outsiders, it sounded like she was telling him not to be reckless and that she was just showing concern for him. That's the art of speaking.

"By the way, senior brother, do you think Senior Brother Fingel and Senior Brother Caesar will be alright? They seemed to have caught up with us earlier."

"They are professionally trained and have a strong ability to adapt."

"Then when do you think Senior Brother Lu will realize we're missing? He's the only one among us with dragon-slaying experience."

"almost."

"What's coming soon?"

"Now that four people are missing, he should realize something is wrong soon."

"oh oh."

The two walked forward, exchanging a few words here and there. After walking several hundred steps, the space in front of them suddenly opened up, carrying a strange smell of fish and coal ash.

When they reached the end of the railway tracks, what appeared before them was an unimaginably huge underground cavity, as if an entire mountain had been hollowed out.

Countless thick, rusted steel supports lay like the skeletons of a giant beast, while abandoned minecarts and tangled tracks lay scattered on the ground, all shrouded in a deathly gray silence.

At the very center of the cavity is a real "mountain".

In the center of this enormous cavity, the scene is breathtaking.

A giant dragon, or rather, half a giant dragon, was lying there.

Xia Mi held her breath, carefully raised the camera, and captured the enormous creature in the frame.

The dragon's forequarters were massive and robust, covered in thick, shield-like scales of bluish-black color. Its muscles exuded explosive power, as if they contained a force capable of tearing the earth apart.

Its thick, long neck meandered, and its enormous dragon head hung low, exuding a terrifying monarchical majesty even in its slumber.

That ancient and austere body is the ultimate embodiment of the dragon race at the top of the food chain, possessing a ferocious beauty and a life force that is both coveted and fearsome.

However, this incredibly awe-inspiring life underwent a horrifying mutation behind its waist.

The dragon's hindquarters, starting from its lumbar spine, had completely turned into stark white bones!

The thick vertebrae extended segment by segment, no longer connected by flesh and blood, but completely petrified, merging perfectly with the huge rock wall behind them, as if they had grown out of the mountain itself.

The scene was incredibly bizarre, like a powerful king eternally imprisoned on his throne by invisible shackles, half displaying the glory of life and the other half revealing the silence of death.

This was the first time Chu Zihang had ever seen his brother-in-law... no, it was Fenrir, the King of Earth and Mountains. His eyes were slightly shocked. No wonder Xia Mi didn't let him see her brother; it really was inconvenient.

This surgery is indeed very difficult, much more difficult than the surgery to separate conjoined twins.

Of course, Fenrir's remains had long since turned into skeletons. The enormous creature that is now in a peculiar, restricted state of incubation or repair, unable to move freely, is the result of Xia Mi using the powerful force she gained after ascending to the Goddess of Death, Hela, to temporarily "activate" the dragon bones and maintain Fenrir's former form.

As for why the fatal, immobile flaw was deliberately preserved, making it appear as a half-dead, trapped state rather than its most intimidating form, it was all to make this dragon-slaying drama more believable.

Otherwise, with just the blade in Chu Zihang's hand and the little girl who hangs around like a leg around him, he thinks he can slay a dragon? Is he planning to make the King of Earth and Mountains laugh to death?
Chu Zihang's golden eyes lit up instantly, and Murasame was drawn again and held horizontally in front of him, perfectly demonstrating the extreme vigilance that an excellent specialist should have when encountering the Dragon King.

He knew that the scene before him must be Xia Mi's doing. His uncle and the King of the Mountain were most likely just lifelike puppets, but their faces still had the same unchanging icy expression, as if they were really facing a dragon king in the process of hatching.

Just as Murasame was drawn and held horizontally in front of him, the crouching dragon seemed to be awakened by the intruder, and its huge head suddenly rose!
His golden eyes, like searchlights, suddenly opened, revealing a majestic and imposing presence, instantly locking onto a man and a woman at the mine entrance.

"Roar--!!!"

The dragon let out a deafening roar, the sound waves mixed with its dragon might and fury, crashing through the entire mine and causing rocks to fall in a shower!
(End of this chapter)