I'm in the Dragon Clan, bound to the Naruto Counterattack System

Chapter 159 Long Time No See, Jormungandr

Wearing the Xiaohongyun suit customized by the Equipment Department, Cheng Sui once again stepped into the Nibelungen beneath the capital city.

His black robe with red clouds stood out conspicuously in the empty subway platform, while the orange swirling mask, the same one worn by Obito, concealed his expression and identity beneath it.

Previously, the clone obtained a Dragon King's mark from Fenrir.

At this moment, the mark was already imprinted deep in his soul, and as the clone dissipated, it was transmitted to the main body. However, Cheng Sui was not too worried, because Cheng Sui did not sense Fenrir's malice from the mark.

However, this message sent a chill down his spine.

If the clone were to encounter a mental attack of the Dragon King level, the impact would very likely be transmitted to the main body without any hindrance through the connection between the shadow clone and Cheng Sui's main body.

It seems that I can no longer use shadow clones as freely as I used to.

If someone like Odin were to mark me, I'd be in big trouble.

As his thoughts raced, Cheng Sui did not pause in his steps and strode straight into the core area of ​​Nibelungen.

Because they carried Fenrir's aura, the group of Kamaitachi lurking in the darkness was unusually quiet this time.

Even the Kamaitachi Queen, who had once been hostile to him, chose to remain silent and did not utter any screech of protest.

However, this did not make them less vigilant.

He was almost certain that Xia Mi, or rather Jormungandr, must have already noticed the previous invasion.

Given the Dragon Queen's pride and vigilance, she would definitely take some measures to strengthen this newly established Nibelungen.

Moreover, he is still unsure whether Jormungandr or Fenrir, who is far away in the depths, can sense his exact location through this mark.

This space is full of unknown variables.

But he wasn't overly worried.

Although with his current strength, he has almost no chance of winning in a direct confrontation with the White Emperor Fenrir, who is trapped deep in the subway tunnel.

However, Cheng Sui felt little fear of Jormungandr.

He left himself a way out.

The unique spatial rules of the Nibelungs blocked the coordinate sensing of the Flying Thunder God Technique, preventing him from escaping instantly.

But Shenwei is different.

Kamui's power was enough to forcibly tear open the barrier of this subspace, creating an escape route for himself.

His purpose in coming here this time was very clear.

To meet with Jormungandr.

Test yourself to see just how big the gap is between you and the weakest Dragon King.

If he can defeat Xia Mi, then the subsequent series of plans will have a foundation for implementation.

Cheng Sui had no confidence whatsoever in securing a spot for Erii in the Secret Party's so-called "Nibelungen Project," as it involved too many family interests.

But he can take another path.

Use Constantine's Dragon King Egg to make a deal with Old Man Don, who will become Norton in the future.

Using her younger brother's life as a bargaining chip was enough to coerce the King of Bronze and Fire into performing a dragon blood baptism for Erii.

Of course, all of this is based on an absolute premise.

He must surpass the Dragon King's fighting power.

Without the aid of alchemy, Cheng Sui estimated that Norton and Jormungandr's combat strength should be roughly equal.

With these thoughts in mind, Cheng stopped in his tracks.

He activated two completely different eye techniques simultaneously.

The golden eyes belonging to the mixed-race individuals and the Sharingan unique to Cheng Sui were activated simultaneously.

The golden light dimmed and burned, accompanied by three tomoe slowly rotating in the scarlet eyes.

In the instant the two perspectives overlapped, the entire world was completely transformed in his perception.

Countless complex alchemical matrices, like a spider web, are spread throughout every inch of the subway platform. They intertwine and flow in a way that is invisible to the naked eye, emitting elemental glows that are sometimes bright and sometimes dim.

Cheng Sui could not discern the specific function of these alchemical matrices.

But he was certain that one of them must be a new alarm system that Jormungandr had set up to detect intruders.

Since we can't tell the difference, there's no need to try.

He raised his hand and activated all the alchemical matrices by channeling the thin dragon blood within him.

A deep, resonant sound rang out.

The first alchemical matrix was activated, and a fleeting glimmer of light disappeared.

Then came the second, the third—

It was as if the first domino had been toppled, triggering a chain reaction that erupted instantly.

The entire underground space suddenly trembled, and the air was filled with a violent aura as if the elements had been forcibly disrupted.

Countless alchemical circuits lit up simultaneously, emitting a piercing buzzing sound, and various colored lights intertwined and flickered, illuminating the dim platform in an intermittent manner.

After doing all this, Cheng Sui walked to the edge of the platform and sat down, relaxing.

He looked up at the light source that seemed to come from nowhere on the ceiling of this underground space, feeling the cold raindrops falling and wetting his robes.

He waited quietly for the return of the master of this territory.

On the other side, Xia Mi had just climbed over the school wall.

She dusted off her hands, straightened her slightly disheveled clothes, and wore a hint of girlish playfulness and impatience on her face.

"It took a lot of time to come all the way from school. I hope we can catch that sneaky rat this time."

She muttered to herself as she skillfully swiped her card to enter the subway station and boarded the train to Nibelungen.

As the subway crossed the boundary between reality and illusion and arrived at that familiar abandoned station, Xia Mi lightly brushed aside a strand of her hair.

The lively aura of a young human girl quickly faded from her, replaced by an ancient, noble, and aloof aura.

Fine, delicate black dragon scales began to appear on her body, reflecting a golden hue in the dim light—

It has a general luster.

As soon as he stepped into Nibelungen, Jormungandr's pupils suddenly contracted.

She saw the intruder sitting on the platform, dressed in strange clothes.

A man wearing an orange swirling mask.

"What anime character are you cosplaying as?"

Jormungandr's voice carried a hint of languor, yet was filled with undisguised contempt.

She crossed her arms and watched Cheng Sui's retreating figure with a leisurely air.

She had been quite wary, worried that this intruder who dared to trespass into her territory twice must be a formidable figure.

But when she saw him in person, all her worries vanished.

Under the scrutiny of her pure golden eyes, the dragon blood reaction within the masked man was pitifully weak.

It was weaker than most of the mixed-race people she had ever seen.

A inferior being—that was Jormungandr's final judgment of Cheng Sui.

"I'm quite surprised."

She walked slowly, the sound of her dragon scales striking the ground echoing in the empty platform.

"Why are you, a lowly bred, so calm when you see me?"

Jormungandr chuckled dismissively.

"Or are you too scared to move?"

"I'm very curious now what kind of wonderful expression lies beneath that bizarre and comical mask of yours."

As she spoke, an invisible pressure surged towards Cheng Sui like a tide. It was the dragon's might belonging to the Dragon King rank, enough to make any creature of lower bloodline than her prostrate on the ground, trembling in fear.

Cheng Sui slowly turned his head to look at the girl who had already become half-dragon, or rather, she should now be called Jormungandr.

The orange swirling mask revealed only one eye.

At that moment, a scarlet light was faintly shining from the only hole.

Three black magatama slowly rotated against a blood-red background, exuding an eerie and ominous aura.

In the dimly lit subway platform, the eye looked so sinister.

"I'm quite curious, what will you say when we meet for the first time?"

Cheng Sui spoke up.

His voice became hoarse and deep due to the voice-changing effect of the mask, which made him seem even more mysterious and unpredictable.

"But after all these years, you haven't changed much."

He gazed at Jormungandr with his scarlet eyes, his tone carrying a familiarity and calmness as if he were reminiscing with an old friend.

"Long time no see, Jormungandr."