Dragon Raja: Starting with Summoning Erii

The heads of the five minor clans were all present, and they just stared blankly as Erii was led in by Natsuki.

This made them feel amazed.

After all, just a few days ago Erii was acting like a queen, so how come she became a different person in front of Natsuki... a dragon?

Natsuki pulled Erii down to sit next to Genjiro and looked around.

Inuyama He, Miyamoto Shio, Ryoma Genichiro, Sakurai Nanami, and Fuma Kotaro—not one is missing.

"Head of the family, Mr. Xia, Miss Erii," the five greeted in unison.

Yuan Zhisheng nodded.

"It's so good that everyone is still sitting here..." Xia Mu said with emotion.

"It's all thanks to you."

"Thank you for saving my life!"

"The Inuyama family will be at your service."

Miyamoto Shio and Ryoma Genichiro sincerely thanked him, and Inuyama He even expressed his gratitude directly, leaving only Sakurai Nanami and Fuma Kotaro unmoved.

Since Genjiro did not encounter any danger, Fuuma Kotaro also did not have the opportunity to die for a noble cause.

"Master, Kassel College has declared war on us, and bounties have appeared on the Hunter Network. The situation is dire, we really..."

Fuma Kotaro didn't dare look at Erii, only at Genjiro, "Do we really still have to continue protecting...?"

He didn't dare utter the word "White King".

"Let's put this matter aside for now."

Genjiro took a deep breath and said in a startling voice, "Let's discuss... about my resignation as patriarch."

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Chapter 334 A New Opponent

Kassel College is located deep in the redwood forests of northern Illinois.

In the central meeting room deep within Valhalla stands an antique mahogany table, a 17th-century Venetian piece, carved with angels and dragon and serpent patterns.

The walls are adorned with portraits of past Secret Society leaders, the most recent being Meneke Kassel, the founder and first president of the Lionheart Society, after whom the Kassel College is named.

The people dressed in black sat upright at the table, their backs straight.

Most of them were very old, as if they had been dug out of their graves, and their suits also looked like they had been dug out of their graves, paired with top hats, making it feel like a gathering of gentlemen from the time of Sherlock Holmes.

“It’s been many years since we’ve had a meeting like this, Mr. Vanderbilt.”

"Yes, Mr. Turing, the last time I remember was in 1961."

"I thought you were dead, but then I saw your unpleasant face again."

"It's a pity that you didn't get what you wanted, but Mr. Planck didn't make it past the millennium. I remember you didn't like him either."

"Don't I like him? It's been so long that I can't remember clearly. The last time I saw him was probably in 1972... More than forty years have passed."

The conversations between old friends upon their reunion were lifeless, like ghosts whispering in a coffin.

Since World War II, this group of Secret Party elders had never gathered so neatly. Most of the people who could sit at this table had changed the course of history, such as creating the atomic bomb that ended World War II, or promoting the great development of quantum mechanics or computer technology. Of course, there were also some who were purely violent and buried many resurrected ancient dragons.

Dragon blood grants them an exceptionally long lifespan, so long that they become too lazy to interact with the outside world. Therefore, they usually announce their death to their relatives and friends, arrange their own funeral, and live out their lives outside the world.

Some of the more lively ones even dressed up and served as their own funeral pastors, reading eulogies to their grieving guests.

For these people who changed history and experienced brutal battlefields, there should be nothing that could disturb them.

But today was an exception. The atmosphere in the conference room was very somber. The elders seemed to be chatting casually, but they couldn't help but look at the empty chair at the end of the conference table.

That was Principal Hilbert Jean Angers's chair, but at this moment he was lying in an aluminum emergency chamber, his vital signs fluctuating.

"The bleeding wouldn't stop, and the wound couldn't heal on its own. He could only rely on his own regenerative abilities and the wildfire of revenge in his heart to sustain himself."

The party member known as the "father of internal medicine surgery" said, "If he continues to lose blood, he will not be able to maintain the status quo."

"This is the power of the Word of Judgment. If the ancient dragon serum is not obtained or the Word of Judgment's will is not removed, the person struck will suffer an unhealable wound until death," Executive Minister Schneider said in a low voice.

The doctor sighed sincerely, "Anyone else would have died the moment they were hit."

Angers, like them, was a veteran of the Secret Party, and one of the most active veterans.

The reason the elders have been able to enjoy a peaceful life for so many years is because of Angers, that madman. With his amazing energy, fighting spirit and iron fist, he created the Secret Society's "Academy Era" and won consecutive victories on the battlefield of dragon slaying.

In his hands, the hybrids finally saw hope of ending the Dragon King forever.

But just three nights ago, the situation took a sharp turn for the worse. The White King was resurrected, rendering the Sword of Damocles, the most powerful dragon-slaying weapon costing billions of dollars, ineffective, and Angers was also severely injured.

So, after nearly forty years of silence, the elders gathered again in this long-sealed meeting room to face the situation that might worsen further.

A shadow loomed over everyone's head.

None of them dared to say they were better than Angers, so who would take charge of the current situation?

"Eva, could you please show everyone the White King's combat video?" Schneider said with a sigh.

A bright blue laser beam was projected from the ceiling, weaving into a finely meshed grid of beams.

As the beam of light slowly swept across the entire conference room, the holographic 3D projection gradually took shape.

Some of the elders present had been living in seclusion for decades and had never seen such high-precision laser imaging technology before, so they stared in astonishment.

They seemed to be high in the sky, surrounded by dark clouds and flashing lightning.

Soon, Xia Mu, having completed his evolution, appeared before them, and many elders gasped slightly: "This is the White King?"

“No,” Schneider said, a complicated expression on his face. “He is Xia Mu, one of our S-class outstanding graduates this year.”

The elders, unaware of the inside story, looked at each other in bewilderment.

Their perspective shifted as Xia Mu flew, until they saw the perfectly majestic body of the White King, the eerie Golden Boy seemingly ready to set the whole world ablaze.

The elders all held their breath.

One after another, golden orifices lit up, and as they became alert, the dragon blood within the elders began to surge.

A frenzied battle was about to erupt. They were watching an immersive sci-fi blockbuster, where everything around them vanished at supersonic speeds as they turned into light. Only the two figures collided wildly, causing violent disruptions to particle streams wherever they passed. Earthquakes and tsunamis seemed to become the backdrop for their battle.

The elders stood silently, unable to utter another word.

The final scene is Angers' sneak attack on the White King. Even though they know the outcome, their palms are still sweating, and they keep shouting in their hearts, "We must succeed! We must succeed!" But in the end, it ends with Angers bleeding on the spot.

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That tragic scene brought back so many memories for those who had been on the battlefield, for their comrades who had fallen on the battlefield, including their relatives and loved ones... On this battlefield, death was like a tolling bell, always counting down.

Not all of them necessarily liked Angers, but at this moment, whether it was a case of "if the lips are gone, the teeth will be cold" or "if the rabbit dies, the fox will grieve," they felt both heavy-hearted and apprehensive.

"So, that S-class student Xia Mu failed, right? Where is he now? Has he been saved? With him around, there might still be hope," Mr. Turing couldn't help but ask.

Schneider's face was grim: "I don't know if you noticed the scene when the Sword of Damocles fell, but he stood in front of the newly born White King..."

"What happened?"

Many of the elders couldn't help but speak up.

"Let me tell you the story between Xia Mu and the newly born White King."

Eva manipulates the images, playing scenes of Natsuki and Erii.

"They are a couple."

Mr. Vanderbilt murmured.

"Without a doubt, he betrayed us, betrayed the hybrids, and sided with the White King."

A soft voice echoed in the conference room, making the elders' hearts skip a beat.

Because that was the voice of Beowulf, the "Dragonblood," like two serrated swords rubbing their blades together.

The elders involuntarily sat up straight. The title "Dragon Blood Eater" was too terrifying, instantly pulling them back to that bloody era of wielding swords and slaying dragons.

His skin was unexpectedly pale, and he sat there like a thick limestone tombstone.

Under the lamp, his aged hands reflected a faint light, and upon closer inspection, the surface of his skin was covered with fine white scales!

The Beowulf family's dragon blood is so pure that their descendants have already developed dragon-like appearances!

Incredibly, this family rarely produces out-of-control Deadpools, and even the few cases that do occur are eliminated by the family itself.

The Beowulf family has produced generations of heroes; they would never betray humanity!

"Mr. Beowulf."

The elders bowed in unison. Beowulf had been sitting in the shadows where the light didn't reach him, and no one had noticed his presence.

"Ladies and gentlemen, stop hoping that this S-class student will stand on our side!"

Beowulf turned and looked around, the Golden Boy's gaze burning brightly. "He's practically a dragon! An extremely violent being! No one can transform into a dragon to that extent, absolutely no one!"

“My family has been drinking dragon blood for over a thousand years, and we have never seen such dragon-like behavior!”

"I sounded the war horn in place of Angers!"

"We have no way out!"

Chapter 335 Erii's Purpose

Conference room at Genji Heavy Industries building in Tokyo.

"Patriarch, people are in a state of panic. If you choose to abdicate, the Snake-Headed Eight Families will be thrown into chaos!"

Fuma Kotaro is almost seventy years old, but he is the most excited of all the family heads present.

He was a staunch supporter of Tachibana Masamune's era, and it was later proven that Tachibana Masamune was the mastermind behind the scenes, Herzog, but he still firmly supported the successor designated by Tachibana Masamune.

For him, the Tachibana Masamune affair was already a huge blow, and he could not bear another change.

“Actually, Fengmo-kun really doesn’t need to be so agitated. If you knew who the next patriarch would be, you definitely wouldn’t have any objections,” Xia Mu said with a smile.

Genji gave him a strange look.

Fuma Kotaro's face was a little sour: "Natsu-kun, it's not that I don't trust your abilities, and I know you're more suitable for this position than the head of the family, but it's not right now. You're still inexperienced and haven't even officially joined the family yet."