Dragon Raja: Lu Mingfei finds a Freylian

And Angers, indeed, did not escape.

The moment that fatal "click" sound reached his eardrums, an alarm that almost exceeded the limits of human hearing, Angers' body reacted.

His previously relaxed shoulders suddenly sank downwards, then jerked upwards like a taut bowstring. His entire demeanor underwent a dramatic transformation in an instant.

If just a moment ago he was an elegant gentleman carrying a suitcase, ready to leave, then after this shock, he seemed to instantly transform into a tiger that had been leisurely strolling in the shadows of the jungle, but suddenly unleashed all its power upon sensing a deadly threat.

A powerful, violent, and primal aura emanated from his body, and the bulging lines of his muscles were clearly visible beneath his suit.

The realm of zero time has already expanded to its limit within one-hundredth of a second.

But at the same time.

"Angers!!!"

A roar, a mixture of desperation, madness, and liberation, erupted from behind Angers.

It's Inuyama He!

The old man, who had just been slumped on the sofa, seemingly struggling even to lift a finger, now leaped up like a ferocious beast in its final moments. In his hand, he no longer gripped the chibi-style doll, but the renowned sword "Onimaru Kunitsuna," now back in his grasp. The blade trembled violently, emitting a clear, thirsty cry.

He didn't try to deflect the bullets, which was almost impossible under such a dense barrage. Instead, he poured all his strength, all his spirit, and even all his remaining life force into his legs and the knife in his hand.

The target: Angers' vest.

moment!

Without any gradual, step-by-step advancement, without holding back at all! Inuyama He directly pushed Setsuna to the peak he had barely reached not long ago: the ninth rank, 512 times the speed of a god.

This was the final and fastest outburst of his life!

His figure left a faint, fading afterimage in place, his true form transforming into a blurry stream of light, invisible to the naked eye, which crashed straight and relentlessly into Angers' back.

At that very moment, sensing the death threat above him and the sudden burst of speed behind him, Angers instinctively made a half-turn, his gaze sweeping behind him like lightning.

And so, in the wide, horrified pupils of Miyamoto Shio, Ryoma Genichiro, and all the girls, they saw this scene.

With a speed of 512 times and burning with the last flame of life, Inuyama Kana's figure crashed head-on into Angers' arms, who had just turned halfway around!

As if it had been planned, Inuyama He used his entire front to completely block Angers from the torrent of bullets.

As Angers turned, his movements were incredibly fast. The folding knife he had been playing with, seemingly just for decoration, was already drawn. Within the realm of time zero, the blade traced a series of intricate, dazzling patterns, like blooming and withering flowers of death, protecting his own and Inuyama He's head, neck, and other vital organs.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The next instant, the steel waterfall crashed down.

The deafening gunfire mingled with the sounds of bullets colliding and exploding, creating a symphony of destruction. The anti-aircraft machine gun bullets, carrying terrifying impact, slammed into Angers and Inuyama He, who were pressed tightly together, like countless heavy iron hammers.

No, to be more precise, it hit Inuyama He's back, who was using his body as a shield!

The immense impact rendered them unable to stand; they were instantly knocked down and slammed onto the crystal glass floor in the center of the dance floor.

"Snap! Crash!"

Even the hard crystal glass could not withstand such a concentrated kinetic energy impact, and it shattered centered on the point where the two people landed.

Countless, crystal-clear, and sharp-edged shards of glass, mixed with fragments of red silk torn by bullets, scalding hot shell casings, and flying dust, spewed upwards like a fountain, then fell back down, completely engulfing Angers and Inuyama He's figures.

Only countless hot ballistic lines could be vaguely seen, continuously bombarding the wrecked crater, stirring up more debris and dust.

The dance floor seemed to have transformed into a purgatory being baptized by a metal storm.

"Inuyama-kun!" Miyamoto Shio cried out in alarm, his eyes wide with fury. He instinctively tried to rush over, but was held back by Ryoma Genichiro, whose face was ashen.

"Don't go over there!" Ryoma Genichiro's voice was distorted with extreme fear as he pointed to the machine gun high up that was still spitting fire wildly. "We...we're unarmed! Going over there is just suicide!"

To demonstrate their sincerity in negotiating with Angers, they were indeed required to disarm themselves upon entering Tamamo-no-Mae. Now, faced with heavy weapons fixed to the rooftops and firing wildly down upon them, these two patriarchs, accustomed to strategizing and planning, were as helpless as ordinary people, forced to watch as the destructive barrage continued to pour down.

The girls were already terrified. They leaned against the cold wall, covering their ears tightly, their fingernails digging almost into the plaster, their faces streaked with tears and despair. Some even fainted, unable to withstand the immense sonic shock and horrific sight.

The incessant gunfire was like the drumbeat of death, pounding on everyone's heart, making their chests numb and their eardrums ache terribly.

Da da da da da!!

The suppressive fire lasted for a full half minute.

Half a minute might be short in a normal battle, but for such intense machine gun fire, it was enough to unleash thousands of bullets. It was truly a waterfall of steel, a torrent of death, mercilessly washing over the center of the dance floor, as if to grind everything there into dust.

Tamamo-no-Mae's luxurious interior was riddled with holes, the walls were covered with countless bullet holes, and the precious ornaments and decorations were reduced to fragments.

In the midst of this suffocating, seemingly endless storm of destruction.

boom!!!

A blinding flash of light, accompanied by an even more violent explosion, shot up from one side of the dance floor, like a fire meteor flowing against the current, and crashed straight into a machine gun position on the roof that was spitting fire.

It's Ayane! The ice ballet newcomer with a history of bipolar disorder, who was knocked unconscious by Angers' punch. She woke up, perhaps startled by the terrifying gunshots and tremors. She was completely stunned by the scene before her, staring blankly at the death zone in the center of the dance floor covered by bullets, and the rocket launcher in her hand that Angers had destroyed earlier.

After a moment of stunned silence, the ferocity rooted in her blood, or rather, the instinct born of emotional breakdown, made her let out a beast-like scream. She lunged at the rocket launcher, disregarding whether it was still usable, and with trembling fingers, she fumbled around and actually triggered the emergency activation device.

A 112mm rocket, trailing a plume of flame, veered off course but launched with remarkable determination. The target wasn't precisely aimed, but the immense explosive force was enough to engulf the area.

Chapter 605 Ah He, You Idiot (Part 2)

Boom!!!

The rocket struck a decorative red fang-shaped eave on the roof, right next to one of the twin-mounted machine guns. The violent explosion sent the wooden structure, along with the machine gun attached to it, flying into the air. Intense flames and shockwaves spread outwards, causing the entire Tamamo-no-Mae building to tremble violently, and dust and debris rained down.

Suppressive fire was momentarily halted and disrupted by the sudden explosion.

It was during this brief interval that the dust and smoke slowly settled.

The tattered red silk lay helplessly on the ravaged ground, its color darkened and viscous from absorbing the blood of who knows who. A cool night breeze poured in through the holes in the blown-open roof, dispersing some of the smoke and bringing with it a fine, icy drizzle that gently pattered against the mottled red silk and the warm bullet casings, making a soft hissing sound.

At the edge of the crater created by bullets and explosions in the center of the dance floor, a figure slowly sat up.

It was Angers. He sat cross-legged amidst the chaos, with shattered crystal glass and blood-soaked red silk beneath him.

The suit jacket was gone, perhaps it had fallen off during the movement. The white shirt he was wearing was now covered in dust, gunpowder, and dark stains. The small wound on his left shoulder, which had been cut by Inuyama He's sonic boom, seemed to have widened slightly, with a little blood seeping out, but it didn't look like a big problem.

His face was expressionless, only his usual calm, even excessively so. But deep within his eyes, a silver-gray storm seemed to be silently gathering and swirling, icy and chilling.

A person's head was resting on his knees.

Inuyama He.

The head of the Inuyama family lay quietly on Angers' lap, his eyes closed, his face ashen, and his breathing so faint it was almost imperceptible. His black elastic vest was tattered, and his exposed chest, abdomen, arms, and legs were riddled with shocking bullet holes.

Some bullets were stopped by the hybrid's hard bones, embedding themselves in his muscles and forming terrible dents; others pierced through non-lethal areas, leaving gaping holes with dark red blood gushing out, staining the red silk beneath him even darker.

The only part that remained intact was his left chest, near his heart. There, he gripped the broken sword "Onimaru Kunitsuna," with only half of the blade and hilt remaining, tightly in his left hand, holding it against his chest. Several badly deformed bullets were embedded in the blade; in his final moments, he had used this family heirloom sword to desperately protect his vital heart.

His entire skeleton seemed to have transformed into a shattered shield, taking the brunt of most of the bullets in that half-minute barrage! His back was a bloody mess, with almost no intact skin visible.

All around, the walls, pillars, and even the ceiling of the dance floor were covered with bullet holes of varying depths.

However, closer observation reveals that many of the bullet marks have strange trajectories, as if the bullets were forcibly deflected during flight, grazing or bouncing off at an angle. The bullet marks are particularly dense and disorderly within a radius of about two meters centered on Angers' seat.

If a high-speed camera had captured that half-minute of hellish scene, it would have shown a moment that would be unforgettable.

Within the realm of time zero, the folding knife in Angers' hand transformed into a flickering, dark golden light, impossible for the naked eye to follow. It seemed to possess life and will, cutting precisely and with speed and accuracy that defied the laws of physics, repeatedly and accurately slicing through the machine gun bullets aimed at his and Inuyama He's vital organs, such as their heads and necks, at the critical moment.

It's not parrying, it's not dodging, it's cutting!

Each deadly bullet, the instant it entered the range of that dark golden blade of light, would be cleaved in two at the center line by the incomparably sharp blade. A blazing trajectory, upon reaching Angers, would abruptly split into two, carrying residual kinetic energy, veering to the sides, and embedding themselves in walls or the ground, leaving eerie twin bullet holes.

What incredible speed! What incredible precision! What incredible audacity!

To use a folding knife to cleave supersonic machine gun bullets under such a dense barrage of bullets, and to ensure that every strike hits the center line of the bullet, goes beyond the realm of "swordsmanship" or "word magic," and is almost a miracle.

However, Angers could only protect the most vital organs and the most fatal part of the person in his arms—the heart. He was powerless against the bullets that rained down on the rest of Inuyama He's body. Inuyama He used his own flesh and blood to bear the brunt of this metallic storm.

“This is true top speed,” Inuyama He’s lips moved slightly, uttering a barely audible, whispered sound.

He barely opened his eyes a crack, his gaze unfocused. "I didn't see anything, I just felt like I saw the stars."

Aside from a graze to his brow bone from a stray shrapnel, leaving a shallow bloodstain, Angers suffered no serious injuries. All the wounds were concentrated on Inuyama He, who had shielded him from the barrage of bullets with his own body.

Onimaru Kunitsuna blocked the bullet to his left chest, ensuring his heart wasn't immediately destroyed. But the rest of his body was riddled with holes. He drew his sword not to attack, but to use his last ounce of willpower to ensure he wouldn't die instantly in that final moment of lunge. He had to live, even just one more second, to complete his moth-to-a-flame cover mission.

Both Inuyama He and Angers, the instant the subtle "click" of metal clashing rang out, accurately identified the sound: the final sign of an automatic weapon's firing pin striking the bullet's primer, preparing for detonation. However, Inuyama He's choice was to lunge towards Angers's back.

"Idiot," Angers muttered, looking down at the dying Inuyama He on his lap. His voice was soft, yet it carried the weight of a thousand pounds.

"I've said it so many times." Inuyama He's lips twitched with difficulty, and a smile appeared on his face, which was still relatively intact. It was a smile that was both self-deprecating and relieved. "I really am an idiot."

He was panting, each word seemingly uttered with all his might, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth: "Those guns... I don't know anything about them."

“Nonsense,” Angers interrupted him, his tone flat and eerily calm, but deep within his silver-grey eyes, a storm was brewing into ice. “Of course I know you don’t. Whoever did it, I will make them pay. I will avenge you.”

He paused, his gaze sweeping over the Inuyama girls around him, some trembling with fear, others sobbing softly. "Take good care of your goddaughters. Don't give me any more strange rumors to spread."

Ha, he was about to die, how could he take care of them? Inuyama He's first thought was that Angers was playing tricks on him again.

Inuyama He wanted to shake his head, but he couldn't even manage that small movement. His pupils began to dilate, and his life force was rapidly fading away. Even the formidable vitality of a hybrid was woefully inadequate in the face of such severe injuries.

He struggled to gather the last bit of clarity, his lips trembling, and asked in a barely audible voice, barely audible even from the friction of air, "May I... hug you, teacher?"

This time, he did not address him as "principal".

Angers was silent for a moment. Then, without any hesitation, he bent down, opened his arms, and held Inuyama He's blood-soaked, bullet-riddled, and gradually cooling body, along with his heart, which was still beating weakly and protected by a broken blade, tightly in his arms.

This was a real hug, solid and powerful, warm with body heat, and carrying the smell of gunpowder and blood. It was no longer the previous gesture of putting an arm around someone's shoulder.

Inuyama He's head rested on Angers' shoulder and neck. He could feel the warmth emanating from the other's body and his steady, strong heartbeat. This warmth formed a cruel contrast with his own rapidly diminishing body temperature and vitality.

With his last breath, he brought his lips to Anger's ear, his breath as faint as a candle flickering in the wind, but every word he uttered carried a clarity and resolve like a final burst of light: "Teacher, the war is about to begin. They don't believe you."

His voice was lowered even further, so low it was almost lip-reading, barely audible to Angers: “In Japan, there is no one you can trust.”

His pupils contracted sharply, focusing on Angers' profile so close to his face, as if trying to etch the last information into the other's mind:

"Go find that man."

"He is still alive."

"He knows, he knows everything."

The last few words drained Inuyama He's last breath. His body convulsed violently before collapsing completely, his eyes slowly closing, the faint smile on his lips freezing on his face. The hand gripping the broken sword "Onimaru Kunitsuna" finally released its grip limply. The blood-stained shard clattered to the ground amidst shattered crystal and red silk.

But inside the tattered elastic vest pocket on his chest, something was slightly bulging, emitting an extremely faint yet warm and soft pale golden halo. It was the chibi-style Inuyama He doll that had been bound to him by blood. At this moment, the doll's chibi-style face was also stained with blood, its color somewhat dulled, as if it had shared the pain.

Angers didn't immediately loosen his embrace. He sat cross-legged amidst the ruins and pool of blood, quietly holding Inuyama He's gradually cooling body. Fine raindrops drifted down from the holes in the roof, hitting his silver hair and sliding down his angular face; it was hard to tell if it was rain or something else.

His face remained expressionless, but his eyes, lowered, gazed at the student who had passed away in his arms. The silver-gray storm had subsided, turning into a bottomless, icy pool.