Dragon Raja: Starting with Summoning Erii

"Do you recognize who I am?"

His voice was soft and pleasant, yet it made Yuan Zhisheng feel as if he had fallen into an ice cave.

The mask shattered into two pieces with a crack, landing on the ground with a crisp sound.

Time seemed to stand still at that moment, leaving only the vast ocean flowing and that person's long white hair dancing in the wind.

He was so slender and light, dressed in a plain-colored kimono, and deep in his eyes, it seemed as if golden datura flowers were swirling.

Genjiro, or rather, Kazama Ruri.

They finally met, but some people had already passed each other by, and some things had changed with time.

Without the slightest joy of reuniting with his brother, the moment Genji saw Kazama Ruri, he instinctively held his sword in front of him as a form of defense.

Kazama Ruri stood there, as beautiful as a ukiyo-e painting, yet his eyes exuded a strong sense of bloodlust.

"It really is... you..."

Yuan Zhisheng murmured softly, the night many years ago, the night that tormented him countless times in his dreams, reappearing before his eyes.

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The rooftop gate opened again, and Sakura, Yasha, and Crow arrived.

But they dared not approach, and could only stare at each other anxiously, feeling their hearts pounding so hard it felt like they were about to burst out of their chests.

They were powerless; this was the oppression of the pinnacle of hybrid races, an occasion where only the "Emperor" had the right to speak.

The helicopter gradually disappeared into the distance, but no one paid any attention to it anymore.

Xia Mu suddenly said to Chu Zihang, "Give me a gun and teach me how to take off the safety and how to use it."

on the ground.

"you?"

Ruri Kazama's eyes lit up, as if a tiny spark had been ignited in them.

"I."

Yuan Zhisheng answered.

"elder brother?"

Ruri Kazama stood still.

When he called Yuan Zhisheng "brother," his voice carried a hint of childishness, and at that moment he was almost no longer the demon he once was.

Yuan Zhisheng did not answer.

"You killed me."

Kazama Ruri tilted her head and looked at Genjiro.

Just a second ago and a second later, his voice no longer had that childlike quality.

It turned out that was just his habitual tone of voice. Even after becoming a demon, he could still unconsciously use that boyish tone to say the word "brother".

Yuan Zhisheng still did not answer.

When they meet again after many years, Genjiro wonders how he should face that familiar face that has been changed by time, whether to greet it with tears or a smile.

Or perhaps we could just pour a cup of tea, light a cigarette, and have a long, leisurely chat?

In the end, he could only respond to Kazama Ruri with silence. He had nothing to say, and now there was nothing left to say. Kazama Ruri called him brother, but he did not answer, because he was not the brother of the demon.

Kazama Ruri laughed, the kind of wild laughter that comes from a stage. Her plain kimono trembled with laughter, the folds of her clothes resembling flowing water.

His smile still carried years of resentment and venom. During the many years of separation, he both longed to reunite with his brother and resented him. The bitterness of those years fermented in his loneliness and turned into something as terrible as a demon, deeply hidden in his heart.

The next moment he disappeared in front of everyone. Only Genji could see the phantom that came riding the wind. Kazama Ruri's speed far exceeded his imagination. His actions were completely unaffected within the "Royal Power" domain!

The moment he launched his attack, the blade of his longsword seemed to be pointing directly at Genjiro's brow.

It turns out that in the face of a true demon, he, the king of hybrids, was just like an ordinary hybrid.

What right does someone like him have to uphold the justice he believes in?

In those brief fractions of a second, Genjiro recalled what Tachibana Masamune had once told him: the last sound a samurai hears is always the sound of the wind, the sound of blood splattering from his own neck, as lonely as the wind.

The wind arrived as expected, carrying the fresh scent of blood. A cold blade pierced his chest, and moments later the blade was as hot as a red-hot iron.

The keel structure, which was strong enough to withstand close-range pistol fire, was breached in one blow, and all its power was lost along with the blood.

He had never experienced such powerlessness and helplessness, like a bird pierced by a hunter's arrow, unable to change its fate no matter how hard it flapped its wings.

"boom!"

The bullet, burning like a raging fire, came suddenly...

Chapter 76 Don't Hurt Him

The helicopter did not leave immediately, but instead circled around the Tokyo Dome.

Xia Mu kept observing the situation below.

The situation changed completely beyond his expectations.

I never expected that Kazama Ruri would clash with Genjiro, and I never expected that he would harbor such a deep-seated hatred for Genjiro.

"Their strength is terrifying; it's not advisable to get involved."

Chu Zihang took a few glances and immediately realized this fact.

For the first time, he felt a kind of bloodline suppression; within Genjiro's "royal" domain, his power was restricted.

"I can, teach me how to shoot."

Xia Mu said calmly.

Chu Zihang then pulled a Desert Eagle from his backpack and handed it to him.

This was something Caesar liked, but he won it in a competition once, as a wager.

Their stakes were their favorite weapons.

He originally thought he would win with Caesar's oversized cavalry saber, "Dictator".

Instead, Caesar threw a Desert Eagle...

"Holy crap, it's so heavy!"

Xia Mu was not prepared and only realized that the gun weighed four or five pounds when he held it in his hand.

"This Desert Eagle is a large-caliber weapon, weighs 2.5 kilograms, and has a particularly strong recoil. People weighing less than 80 kilograms generally cannot attempt to use it."

Chu Zihang explained to him from the side: "However, for us hybrids, these limitations are not a problem. The aiming of this gun consists of a blade sight, which is embedded in a dovetail groove. You can aim through it here..."

He glanced at the two figures rapidly passing each other below and added, "We also need to consider the speed of our helicopter and their relative speed to make accurate predictions."

Xia Mu almost threw the gun back at him.

This level of difficulty is beyond the capabilities of someone handling a gun for the first time.

I suddenly feel very envious of those who possess the power of the Mirror Eye Words...

"Okay, I'll give it a try."

He raised the Desert Eagle with both hands, and his dark gold eyes suddenly lit up, like molten lava flowing silently.

Is it really impossible?

Xia Mu couldn't quite describe his feelings, but if he couldn't do it, the guy below who kept calling himself his brother would die.

Now there are not many subordinates willing to risk their lives for him. Kazama Ruri is a demon born to kill Genji, and he will not give up.

The black muzzle of the gun was raised.

A dark red spiritual flame ignited in his eyes, and power surged forth from within him.

He had no idea why he came or where he came from.

There's only one thing I know...

This is his power; when his spirit ignites, his willpower completely dominates his body.

Xia Mu's skeleton operated with mechanical precision, pulling back the spring, the bullet slid into the magazine, his finger tightened on the trigger, and he felt as if the mechanical parts of the gun had become one with his skeleton. The muzzle was in place, and his skeleton locked in the right position.

The gun's point moved with the figure, its sights firmly fixed on Kazama Ruri.

Chu Zihang looked at him in surprise, at Xia Mu who seemed like a completely different person.

The flame of the spirit spread, completely enveloping the bullet the instant it was fired.

"boom!"

The bullet, burning with deep red flames, reached Kazama Ruri's chest almost instantly.

"Ding!"

The blade accurately sliced ​​into the bullet's head, and at the same time, Kazama Ruri dodged the attack.

But the fire of his spirit instantly ignited along the blade, rapidly sweeping towards his hand.

Kazama Ruri instantly threw away the long sword.

He knew what the flames were, so he absolutely wouldn't allow them to burn him.

"laugh--"

Genjiro's counterattack followed immediately.

But Kazama Ruri floated backward, easily dodging the attack.

"call…"

Yuan Zhisheng, panting heavily, also retreated.

Sakura and the other two surrounded him from behind, watching Kazama Ruri with wary eyes.

But Kazama Ruri simply looked up at Natsuki in the helicopter circling overhead, her gaze cold and stern.

"Don't hurt him."

Xia Mu said calmly.