Dragon Raja: Starting with Summoning Erii

Fortunately, he was born with an extremely useful power: the fire of the spirit.

In the world of dragons, there are four elements: earth, water, fire, and wind, as well as the supreme spiritual element. The spiritual fire does not belong to the lineage of the Bronze and Fire Kings, but to the White Kings, or it may be directly inherited from the Black Kings.

A wisp of dark red flame ignited in the rain, spreading across the Bone Sword Heavenly Cloud and sweeping over the Holy Remains.

"Chiro..."

The sacred remains emitted a sharp and unpleasant shriek, making Xia Mu's hair stand on end.

It was a mixture of resentment and longing accumulated over countless years, shattered in a devastating blow, resulting in a chilling sense of despair and resentment.

The brotherly love-hate relationship between Genjiro and Genjiro also came to a halt. Everyone's eyes, near and far, were focused on the bone sword in Natsuki's hand, including the vice principal of Kassel College who was monitoring the Red Well with satellites from the Tokyo Meteorological Observatory, and the members of the Equipment Department whose retreat had been cut off by Angers.

"Kill it! Kill it! Kill it and I'll call you dad!"

The people in the equipment department were moved to tears, almost worshipping Xia Mu.

Their lives were at stake; only if God was killed could they avoid perishing with Tokyo.

"stop!"

Things didn't go as planned, or perhaps things weren't that simple to begin with, and Xia Mu's goal wasn't to slay a god.

Everyone looked over and saw a black sedan slowly drive across the rocky road outside the Red Well and stop at the edge of the valley.

"King General?!"

Ryoma Genichiro and Miyamoto Shio, who were still playing minor roles, couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.

The king, who seemed to have died, suddenly reappeared before everyone's eyes.

"Your mask still looks disgusting," Xia Mu said calmly.

The king ignored his words, his eyes fixed on the holy remains pinned to the ground by the bone sword in his hand, the flames in his eyes burning as if he were looking at a naked, peerless beauty.

"What a magnificent life! How could you treat it like this! It's too much! It's too much!" he cried out, almost frantically.

Xia Mu looked at him with disdain as he shouted like a monkey: "You're crazy."

Wang suddenly stopped jumping around, his voice sounding like he was grinding his teeth, with a cold laugh: "I hope you can still laugh later."

"What am I afraid of? The holy remains you desire are under my control. What can you do about it?"

Xia Mu performed flawlessly.

King Wang clapped his hands in surprise: "A capable person is naturally confident, but unfortunately you have too many worries, so you are destined not to be invincible."

"Stop talking nonsense, what are you going to use to threaten me?" Xia Mu picked at his ear.

The Genji brothers exchanged a glance and then simultaneously withdrew.

Ryoma Genichiro and Miyamoto Shio, however, were secretly pleased.

For many years, Wang Jiang has been a major thorn in the side of the Snake Clan. Even when the two patriarchs joined forces recently, they couldn't kill him. Now, it's very satisfying to see that Xia Mu doesn't take him seriously.

"Kassel College's ace trio, Caesar, Chu Zihang, and Lu Mingfei, aren't you going to care about their lives?" Wang Jiang said indifferently.

At the Tokyo Meteorological Observatory, the specialists from Kassel College all stood up and stared intently at the screen.

“Their safety is Principal Angers’ own responsibility; I don’t need to worry about it,” Xia Mu shrugged.

Wang Jiang sneered: "I know you arranged for the underworld tycoon Uesugi to help Angers, but do you know how many Shimori Tide are surrounding Tokyo?"

"No less than a million."

He stared intently at Xia Mu, "Aren't you going to rescue them?"

Xia Mu's eyes seemed to flicker slightly, but his tone remained unchanged: "I believe them."

Wang Jiang, believing he was beginning to waver, immediately gave him a strong dose of pressure: "I said you have too many concerns, so your weakness is very obvious. You're too sentimental, so..."

His hands, revealed beneath his sleeves, each held a strange clapper. "Do they look familiar?"

The king revealed his blood-stained teeth: "Back then you treated me like a monkey, so how about this time?"

As the strange clapper sounded, the rear door of the black sedan was slowly pushed open, revealing a beautiful, jade-like leg.

笔趣阁

"Eri!"

Natsuki and Genji cried out in surprise at the same time.

The next moment, Natsuki shot forward at lightning speed, seemingly heading straight for Erii.

"She's completely under my control now, think it over!"

The king produced a knife and held it to Erii's neck after she got off the carriage.

Xia Mu stopped abruptly, his gaze shifting from Erii's expressionless face: "What do you want?"

The king sneered, "Leave the sacred remains and hand over Ama-no-Kusanagi to Kazama Ruri."

"No! Natsuki! Kill the Holy Remains!" Genji shouted, trying to stop him.

Natsuki said expressionlessly, "Exchange. I'll exchange Ama no Kusanagi and the Sacred Relic for Erii."

"Natsuki!"

Yuan Zhisheng's expression changed drastically.

At this point, he didn't know what Xia Mu was going to do. He originally thought that once he lured out the King and killed the Holy Remains, everything would be over, but the way things were going made him more and more confused.

"go."

Wang Jiangzhen, holding Erii hostage, approached Natsuki.

Xia Mu dragged the sacred remains forward with his bone sword.

The two sides will soon meet.

Xia Mu suddenly smiled.

"Hey!"

Just as the king became wary, a bright white light pierced his chest...

Chapter 315 Reversal

"Eri! You!"

The king stared in disbelief at the short sword at his chest, the hilt held in Erii's hand.

Erii loosened her grip on the knife handle and slowly pulled two tiny earplugs out of her small ears.

Wang's eyes widened, and he was so angry he felt like he was going to vomit blood: "You...you're playing me?! Liuli! Liuli! Kill them!"

"it is good."

With a soft murmur, Kazama Ruri raised her long sword and then... plunged it into the king's chest.

"Uh…"

The king looked down, his eyes filled with confusion.

Then he saw Kazama Ruri also take two small earplugs out of her ears.

The king vomited three liters of blood.

Ryoma Genichiro and Miyamoto Shio looked at each other in bewilderment.

The two of them were the only ones present who had no idea what had happened.

"Puff puff!"

Without pausing, Kazama Ruri stabbed the king repeatedly until his entire body was stained with blood.

"This feel, hmm, finally it feels like a human."

Kazama Ruri smiled gently, but gradually her laughter became unrestrained, finally erupting into a maniacal roar: "Finally dead! Finally dead!"

"Hey, isn't he supposed to have a little boy personality? What's going on?" Xia Mu turned around and asked Yuan Zhisheng, puzzled.

Genji shook his head: "I don't know."

"Um," Genjiro said, her face flushing, "I overdid it..."

Xia Mu gave him a strange look, feeling that something was off.

"Mumu".

Erii suddenly called his name softly.

Natsuki immediately put aside his doubts and turned his head back. At this moment, Erii slowly walked towards him.

He saw Erii's eyes...

"Finally, it's all over. All that's left is to kill the Holy Remains."

Genji walked over to Natsuki, took the Ama-no-Murakumo from his hand, and was about to pierce the sacred corpse.

But then, his eyes suddenly widened: "Little—"

Before he could finish his warning, the knife tip had already pierced Xia Mu's heart.

At that moment, everyone was stunned, including Ryoma Genichiro, Miyamoto Shio, and the Tokyo Meteorological Observatory.

"W-What happened...?"

Before Yuan Zhisheng could react, a flash of light appeared, followed by a powerful force striking him.

It's Natsuki!

"We've fallen into their trap."

His wings suddenly unfurled behind him, separating Genjiro and Genjiro.

No, to be precise, it was Kazama Ruri.

"So it was just him playing himself..."

Xia Mu murmured softly, his gaze returning to his chest, to the short sword that Erii was gripping tightly.

His gaze softened slightly: "Eri..."

But Erii looked at him with extreme unfamiliarity, as if she didn't recognize him at all.