Dragon Raja: Starting with Summoning Erii

Xia Mu smiled, and without making any move, the excavator, weighing tens of tons, suddenly flew up and crashed down on the head of the Yamata no Orochi.

He thought Orochi would fight head-on, but…

A graceful arc of light flashed by, like the arc of a peerless swordsman's blade.

A second later, a neat cut appeared on the excavator, splitting the excavator in front of the Yamata no Orochi in two.

The white arc of light still lingered in the air, making it impossible to tell whether what one saw was real or an illusion.

"Ama-no-Murakumo!" Ryoma Genichiro exclaimed in shock, "It's Ama-no-Murakumo!"

No one knows what Kusanagi is, but from the moment it appeared, it was the sharpest sword.

At this moment, the sword was finally confirmed to be real; it was the sharp bone at the end of the Yamata no Orochi's long tail!

The Yamata no Orochi continued its climb, its eight heads dancing wildly as it moved dangerously through the Kusanagi cloud.

Its eight pairs of bronze furnace-like eyes were fixed on Xia Mu.

Although it wasn't a true resurrection of the White King, it knew by instinct alone who its greatest threat was.

Xia Mu did not confront it for long.

A thunderous chant descended, in an ancient and mysterious language, as a graceful shadow descended from the sky, its enormous wings unfurling as it soared through the wind.

Xia Mu jumped off the steel beam, landing straight towards the edge of the sword of the Azure Cloud. Facing this prehistoric creature, he met it with his own flesh and blood.

His size was only one percent of that of the Yamata no Orochi. Such a target should have been ignored or easily sliced ​​in half with a wave of his sword, but from the moment the chanting began, his eight pairs of golden eyes emitted a light that was somewhere between ferocity and fear.

Xia Mu glided past the clouds without moving his wings, then slashed horizontally with his right claw, sending a pale head soaring into the sky with a fountain of blood.

He cut off one of the heads of the Yamata no Orochi!

"Roar!--"

In excruciating pain, all eight heads of the Yamata no Orochi lunged at Natsuki, who was lying on its body.

But Xia Mu's wings enveloped him as he spun rapidly, repelling those hard dragon heads.

The two fell together, leaving large patches of blood on the well wall, and the dragon's claws splashed blinding sparks on the scales.

The Yamata no Orochi roared and howled, but the lava-like color shooting from Natsuki's eyes seemed even more terrifying than the so-called gods.

It only takes a dozen seconds to fall from the wellhead to the bottom, but even those few seconds of roars and howls were too much for Miyamoto Shio and Ryoma Genichiro to bear.

You mustn't listen to it; it's a sound that will haunt you for the rest of your life.

"Perhaps keeping God in this world is a bigger mistake than waking him up."

Wang muttered to himself faintly, "You might as well die here, die at the hands of the one you love most..."

Ruri Kazama was no longer by his side.

The heavy divine body fell into the water, splashing up a giant wave more than ten meters high.

Natsuki stood on the Yamata no Orochi, its black dragon scales slowly retracting.

Fighting in the most violent way of the dragon race gave him a sense of exhilarating satisfaction.

Of course, the Yamata no Orochi, with its eight heads severed at his feet, probably wouldn't think that way...

"Roar!--"

Just then, the Yamata no Orochi suddenly let out a deafening roar.

Xia Mu frowned slightly, spread his wings, and quickly rose upwards.

Even a centipede with a hundred legs doesn't die easily; he was too lazy to fight a monster that was only having a brief moment of lucidity before death.

"laugh--"

A dazzling silver light flashed in his eyes.

Ruri Kazama suddenly leaped out from beneath the Yamata no Orochi and pierced its enormous heart with her sword.

That sword light was from the Kusanagi tree!

"The timing was perfect..."

Xia Mu floated in mid-air with his arms crossed, clicking his tongue in admiration.

"careful!"

A loud roar came, and Xia Mu turned around to see that it was the masked general.

Ruri Kazama's sharp slash only left a gash on the heart, splattering thick, foul-smelling green fluid. From the crack, a golden eye darted around, scanning everyone around!

Wherever its gaze fell, everyone felt an oppressive force as heavy as a mountain!

Suddenly, the heart began to pound, and the eye strained to burrow outwards, emitting a sharp hissing sound as it did so!

"Holy Remains! Holy Remains! That's the Holy Remains!" the king shouted sharply, even he couldn't remain calm at this moment.

Kazama Ruri suddenly lost her grip on the Ame-no-Murakumo sword.

The gleaming bone sword flew out of his hand and pierced through the king's body with a soft thud.

"Uh…"

The king looked down at the bloody hole in his chest, seemingly in disbelief.

He could feel something burrowing into his body, the white silk frantically eroding his interior.

"God... God and I are one—"

Before he could finish shouting that sentence, his eyes had already completely dimmed.

he died.

Ryoma Genichiro and Miyamoto Shio watched this scene from afar, both finding it hard to believe that the great nemesis of the Snake-Headed Eight Families had died just like that.

Before they could even process what had happened, they saw Wang Jiang start running wildly, heading away from Xia Mu.

No, that's not a king! That's a monster possessed by a holy relic.

"That was a really decisive run..."

Xia Mu sighed.

The next moment, his wings flapped behind him, and he whistled low towards the monster.

Kazama Ruri remained expressionless, yet her body shot forward as if to contend with him.

But a beam of light descended from the sky, enveloping Kazama Ruri within it, while the helicopter's rotors sliced ​​through the rain curtain, their enormous roar echoing through the well.

It was a black helicopter with the cabin door open. Yuan Zhisheng sat inside, his long black trench coat fluttering in the wind.

He finally arrived at the scene to participate in this grand spectacle.

Everyone has a role they must play, so that the director feels that everything is under control.

Kazama Ruri, who had remained silent all along, seemed to awaken from a deep dream. His eyes lit up, and there seemed to be golden mandala-like patterns moving in the depths of his eyes.

The Green Gourd Sword Immortal

He slowly raised his head and looked up at the dark figure descending from the sky. The wind blew open his clothes, revealing his well-defined ribs.

"Brother! Brother! You've come to see me?"

He laughed wildly in the wind.

Genjiro spread his hands apart, pressed the hilts of his swords on either side of the seat, and with the same resounding clang, Spider Cutter and Doji Cutter were drawn from their sheaths. He leaped out of the cabin, his trench coat fluttering in the wind.

He descended from the sky with two demon-slaying swords and the domain of "royal power," like a giant eagle swooping down.

Kazama Ruri held her cherry-red longsword horizontally in the air, while Genjiro's twin swords unleashed a dazzling flash of light over ten meters long. The three swords clashed, and the violent sparks illuminated the brothers' faces.

Genjiro's face was as indifferent as a stone carving, while Kazama Ruri was like a vicious demon grinding its teeth and sucking blood.

This is the final battle between the Supreme Emperor and the Most Evil Demon, and the advantages of the Super Hybrid are displayed to the world without reservation.

No one could lock onto them with their eyes; they all became blurry figures as they moved at high speed. But every blade of light they threw was like the brilliance of stars and the moon, illuminating people's eyes.

What a... love-hate relationship!

---Aside---

I was working on my draft until midnight last night...

That's all for now, back to work.

Chapter 314 Gathering of Winds and Clouds

A kilometer away.

Xia Mu approached the monster from behind.

The monster seemed to realize that there was an enemy behind it, and it gripped the "Kusanagi" on its chest, the sharpest bone in the world responding to it with violent vibrations.

Xia Mu followed behind, maintaining a certain distance. The monster ran faster and faster, and Xia Mu flew faster and faster as well, but the distance remained unchanged.

Finally, the monster leaped into the air, and the Kusanagi sword stuck in its chest vibrated and sprang out, swinging backward like a winding silver lightning bolt.

No one could see what happened in that instant, not even the Genji brothers.

Xia Mu and the monster flashed past each other in the air before landing on their respective landers.

The monster, holding the hand of the Ama no Murakumo, fell to the ground along with its head and half a shoulder, but no blood flowed out. The muscles at the severed point could be seen writhing, and the cells were frantically repairing the body.

Xia Mu reached out and caught the Kusanagi, which was being thrown into the air, with his bare hands. He then turned and pushed it into the monster's spine.

The king's body, which had been forcibly possessed by the holy remains, finally collapsed.

The Kusanagi pierced through his body, pinning something to the ground—something with a single golden eye.

The one-eyed creature is still struggling.

Xia Mu slowly extended his hand, his expression somewhat solemn.

This is the most crucial moment. Of course, the Holy Remains cannot be directly transplanted into Erii's body. That would not be called evolving into a dragon. That would be called being reborn by the White King using his body.

First, he needs to cleanse the chaotic will on the holy remains, especially the frenzy and world-destroying desires that have been suppressed underground for countless years.

He certainly didn't want to meet Erii, who was capable of destroying the world...

"laugh!"