A man among dragons, building a mysterious ancient church.

Chapter 366 Mourning, Celebration
Rewinding the clock slightly, before the people of San Francisco experienced the time chaos, on the artificial island of Firefly outside Tokyo Bay, various forces eliminated the last zombie guardian, signifying the official end of this disaster.

Without the influence of the giant dragon, the tides returned to normal, rising and falling, pushing and pulling, finally carrying the floating charred remains and ashes into the open ocean.

The seawater near the shore was still tinged with an ominous dark color and murky oil, but the suffocating sense of oppression had been slowly dissipated by the sea breeze along with the smoke of gunpowder.

The hybrids from all sides were not having an easy time. The cheers of those who survived the ordeal were already heard once when Chu Zihang defeated the Dragon Lord Corpse Guardian.

This has led to a slight pause in the cheers of the mixed-race individuals, because only after the dust settled did they realize that some of their friends and mentors had left them forever.

When some of the corpse guards climbed onto the platform earlier, they killed many hybrids from various factions. These people were forever buried at the bottom of the sea and could not be found anywhere.

The followers of the jungle sect faced the still-warm sea and silently made strange gestures to send their high priest off on his final journey.
The members of the Serra family faced the sea in silence, mourning their patriarch who had always prioritized the Secret Party and who had tried to win them over for half a year but failed before perishing at sea.
A member of the Tamoan family raised his hand towards the endless ocean, then lowered it heavily, murmuring, "Brother."

Many people of mixed race were affected by this atmosphere, and even those whose relatives and friends were safe and sound standing next to them joined in the silence.

As if an invisible gravity were pressing down, the entire coastline fell silent, with only the sea breeze howling past, like the whispers of the fallen heroes.

Yuan Zhisheng clenched his fists, then released them, then clenched them again, repeating this three times before finally stepping forward and breaking the silence on the shore: "They are all heroes."

"I hereby, in the name of the head of the Snake-Headed Eight Families, assure you all that the Snake-Headed Eight Families will erect a stone monument here in the future to record the great achievements of our heroes."

"They are the reefs, using their own bodies to withstand the horde of zombies. They are the flames, using their lives to illuminate the darkness."

"The Snake-Headed Eight Families will never forget the sacrifices and contributions of the heroes, and they will never forget the 30 million citizens of Tokyo that the heroes protected!"

At this point, Yuan Zhisheng paused, his usually aloof expression turning grateful: "I know I am not qualified, not qualified to represent the 30 million citizens. I am only representing myself. Thank you."

He bowed again to the various forces, then turned and bowed to the ocean that was devouring many hybrids: "Gentlemen, according to our customs..."

"If we succeed, we should shout to our sleeping brothers, tell them loudly that we have won! This sea full of corpses could not swallow us!"

The followers of the jungle sect were persuaded to go to the beach one by one and whisper their victory to the deceased high priest.

The member of the Tamoan family walked into the sea, letting the water submerge his waist and below. He placed his sword and gun on the waves and watched them drift away with the tide to the deep sea, hoping they could replace him and accompany his brother in eternal sleep.

The Sera family remained unmoved—or rather, they were making a fool of themselves. Several people who seemed qualified to compete for the position of family head had already begun shoving each other, vying for who would represent the family to announce the victory.

"Pfft!" The Sera family's behavior made many of the mixed-race people who hadn't lost their friends burst out laughing.

It's not that they have a low threshold for laughter; it's just that in such a solemn setting, it's incredibly shameful for the Sera family to put on this show.

From all directions, mixed-race people were laughing. Their relaxed and carefree laughter dispelled the silence and chased away the stillness. Only then did the feeling of surviving a disaster well up in their hearts.

The group started laughing and boasting, some saying they had shot and killed dozens of corpse guards, others bragging that they burned ten corpse guards to death with a single flamethrower, and still others brandishing knives and boasting about their feat of killing three corpse guards with two slashes.

The mixed-race individuals, boasting and bragging, barged into several restaurants on the artificial island of Firefly.

They grab the ingredients inside, then head out to a rough and casual barbecue, or take a whole cabinet full of Ebisu beer from a restaurant or convenience store, and clink glasses and drink heartily.

The aroma of barbecue and the wheat flavor of craft beer began to stir people's hearts. After the battle, what people needed most was a carnival to vent their frustrations.

So the hybrids took matters into their own hands. One of the Kassel students contacted Norma directly and used the artificial island's broadcast system to play a passionate and exciting piece of music.

A hybrid with fire-based incantations waved his hand, lighting a campfire. More hybrids saw this and gathered around the fire to warm themselves.

The waves created by Dragon Lord's Corpse Guardian just now soaked many people, and the sea breeze made them feel slightly chilly.

Even though mixed-race people are generally healthy and don't catch colds easily, it's still uncomfortable to be constantly wet.

The blazing flames dispelled the chill and moisture, and also dispelled the last trace of gloom lingering in people's hearts. Under the increasingly rousing music, the long-suppressed emotions of the mixed-race people erupted like a flood breaking through a dam.

Dancing wildly to the music, hugging each other to celebrate their successful survival, shouting about their kills on the zombies, or hugging themselves alone, tears streaming down their faces as they remember their fallen comrades.

Laughter and tears, boasting and celebration, mingled with the crackling of the campfire and the clinking of glasses, all blended into a chaotic yet genuine hymn.

Genji watched this scene silently, a slight smile playing on his lips.

"Master." Sakura Yabuki came over carrying two bottles of sake, handing one bottle of Ebisu to Genji.

Yaksha thought for a moment, then picked up a skewer of meat he had grilled and wanted to go over so that the head of the household could taste his cooking. But he was grabbed by the crow. How could this Yaksha be so clueless?

Why would you want to be a third wheel at a time like this?

"Sakura." Genjiro noticed footsteps, turned around and saw his female secretary approaching with a bottle of wine. He understood and took the bottle. Genjiro flicked the cap off with his thumb, didn't drink it, but instead, with a flick of his wrist, slowly poured the golden liquid onto the ground in front of him as a tribute to the deceased.

He then casually pulled out two glasses from the table next to him, took the second bottle of sake from Yabuki Sakura's hand, filled both glasses, one for himself and one for Yabuki Sakura.

Sakura Yabuki's lips curled up slightly, understanding Genjiro's meaning. She took a cup from Genjiro's hand, clinked glasses with him, and drank it down in one gulp.

Lu Mingfei grinned foolishly, holding a large bottle of orange juice in his arms, happily pouring drinks for his senior brothers and sisters. He was in a particularly good mood now that he didn't have to make a deal with the little devil and had even survived.

Moreover, this time, there weren't many injured people in Kassel, so there wasn't even a need for Lu Mingfei's "Don't Die" spell. The guy thought that just quietly listening to his senior brothers and sisters chat was the most comfortable time.

Angers!

Just then, an old man burst in, shouting, "Angers, come out and see me!"

Several students from Kassel tried to stop him to ask what was going on, but the old man ignored them and quickly walked past them.

Chu Zihang, Fingel, and the others on the other side narrowed their eyes. Among the mixed-race, they had only seen this kind of speed with the Genji brothers!

The two immediately became alert.

Angers was enjoying his wine and barbecue, and was just about to remark that this was life when he saw Uesugi Kotsugi, who was furious, striding past the students toward him.

Suddenly realizing he was in trouble, he pulled hard with his right hand, bit down hard with his mouth, and quickly chewed and swallowed the entire skewer of grilled meat. He stood up to greet his companion: "Old buddy, how about that?"

Angers was a little embarrassed. He had eaten and drunk too much. Uesugi Kotsugu didn't care about Angers' condition at all and was so anxious that he blurted out: "You old scoundrel, why didn't you tell me? You knew, didn't you? That person is my child's brother!"

"And what about Uesugi Erii? Isn't she my daughter? Speak up!"

"You know that Uesugi Erii was taken away by that Ince, right?!"

The Time Worm parasitizing Ange knew that everything was part of the original body's plan, so it wasn't surprised, but it still had to put on an expression of surprise.

On the other side, Lu Mingfei was still pouring orange juice for Chu Zihang: "Wow, Senior Brother Chu, you look so handsome today, you slashed Long Jue in one go..."

Chu Zihang quickly got up, not caring that he had spilled orange juice all over his hand, and strode toward Uesugi.

Lu Mingfei was taken aback. Senior Brother Chu? What's wrong?
In such a hurry, something unexpected happened? Lu Mingfei subconsciously lifted the large bottle of orange juice, about to ask something, when he saw Senior Brother Fingel and two senior sisters following him: "What? What happened?"

Chu Zihang had already walked up to Angers and Uesugi Kotetsu: "Old sir, what happened to Erii? You said Erii was taken away by the apostate Ince?"

At this moment, Uesugi Yue was even more anxious than Chu Zihang. He completely ignored Chu Zihang and looked at Angers with great anxiety.

Angers maintained his excellent acting skills, naturally shifting from a look of surprise to one of seriousness: "How could I possibly know instantly from this distance?"

"Uesugi Kotsushi, calm down and quickly recount what happened."

Uesugi Yue? Chu Zihang and the three who came with him, upon hearing this surname and combined with the previous question, "Is she my daughter?", all four looked at Uesugi Yue in surprise. Could it be?
Is this the real father of Ms. Men?
Uesugi hurriedly recounted the battle at the old temple, including the charming man who looked remarkably like Genjiro, and how Ince infiltrated and kidnapped Erii.

As they spoke, Uesugi became even more agitated: "Angers, you knew all along that Genji had another brother? Why didn't you tell me? Why didn't you tell me that you had another son?"
Chu Zihang, Fingel, and the others were dumbfounded. If Uesugi Yue wasn't lying, then Erii and the Genji brothers were siblings.
Angers pressed his hands down, hoping that Uesugi Kotsugi could calm down: "I didn't tell you before because your other child is a member of the Oni Clan."

The Demon Clan? As the former King of Shadows, Uesugi Kotsuki certainly understood what the Demon Clan meant, and his aged body swayed involuntarily.

Yes, Uesugi Kotsuki was too anxious before and didn't think things through carefully. Once he calmed down, he could recall that Genji was acting with the Oni Clan today.

“For something more specific and detailed, how about I take you to find Genjiro now?” Angers turned his head and looked at Genjiro, who was drinking with Yabuki Sakura: “As for the girl you mentioned, whether she is your daughter, I don’t know.”

Even if they knew, the Time Worms parasitizing Angers wouldn't say so. Erii isn't like the Genji brothers, whose face resembles a younger version of Uesugi Koshi, so she can't explain the source of the information.

Go find Genjiro? Find your own son? Faced with this suggestion, Uesugi Kotetsu hesitated for three seconds, then, thinking of Genjiro and Erii, quickly agreed: "Let's go!"

Neither of them said much to Chu Zihang and his group, only letting them listen in. But upon hearing this, Chu Zihang clenched his fists: "I'm going to find my teammates."

They were all church members, and after so many gatherings, they had developed a deep friendship. Moreover, Erii's innocent and pure personality made her beloved by all the members.

Upon hearing that Erii had been captured by Ince, they became anxious. Chu Zihang thought to himself, "Advancing to Ironblood Knight, judging from the name, it's unlikely that I have tracking abilities, but what if I do?"
He left those words and went to find the Lionheart Society and the executive members to prepare for the ceremony.

Fingel nodded, even though Ince had interfered with him many times, he was prepared to make a prophecy. Chen Motong was also prepared to search for Erii through the collective subconscious sea.

Susie then said she would go to Aso Makoto and tell him about it.

(End of this chapter)