Dragon Tribe: Still Thinking Until Now

Jiude Mai disappeared from the team just now. Lu Mingfei knew that she was in that mountain, holding a gun loaded with Philosopher's Stone bullets, watching the battle situation in Hongjing.

When lightning flashed across the sky, a slender shadow at the top of the mountain took off its raincoat, jumped up and waved at him. The shadow had long legs and a thin waist.

The iron-blue scales were slowly closing on Lu Mingfei's cheeks, reminiscent of scallops swaying in the waves. As they closed, the sound was like the sound of a heavy hammer hitting metal during forging.

Amid the roar, Lu Mingfei held onto the railing, his eyes passing over the carved bronze bullets that were cutting and intersecting in the air, and met the girl's gaze from afar.

The corners of Lu Mingfei's mouth twitched, as if he wanted to smile, but his facial bones were too hard, so hard that he could not make any unnecessary expressions.

The earphones were not damaged in the high temperature just now, and now the rustling sound echoed in Lu Mingfei's ears.

"Hey, hey, come on, little white rabbit!" Jude Mai's voice was so light and cheerful that she seemed to be singing, and the sounds of rain, thunder and wind were all her accompaniment.

Lu Mingfei was stunned, and suddenly realized that Jiude Mai could actually use radio communication here.

He didn't speak because dragon blood was being pumped into his limbs and bones. His muscles, bones, and body tissues were changing, and his vocal cords could no longer make human sounds.

So the man could only nod to the girl on the mountain from a distance, and then the burly figure completely disappeared at the wellhead.

Jiude Mai was stunned during the last gaze, because in the shadows she seemed to see black wings covering the sky and the sun spreading behind the child. The back was so hideous, with the ferocity of a wild beast and the power of darkness combined in one.

Rumbling sounds came from all directions, as if a glacier was cracking.

Darkness pressed in from both sides, because behind Lu Mingfei, the manhole cover reinforced with steel and composite materials, which had been in the lock slot with his hands open, was slowly closing.

It was a metal barrier that was thirty centimeters thick. Only Lu Mingfei could set foot on the battlefield of God.

If he wins, the academy will open the door and cheer him on.

If he loses, the space-based kinetic weapon called "Sword of Damocles" in low-Earth orbit will launch the divine punishment integrated with the Word Spirit. Rhine at Hongjing.

Huge waves rose and fell in the Red Well, dazzling lights were cast on the walls, and huge shadows swayed and rose on the foaming water.

Above the red well that Lu Mingfei could not see, the elemental turbulence caused by him suddenly collapsed, and the broken inky black cirrus clouds collapsed in the sound of violent rain, with purple lightning flashing like dragons and snakes.

The box of the seven deadly sins was spread out in front of Lu Mingfei like a folding fan. He put lust and jealousy back into their own grooves, and then grasped the last sword with both hands.

Sabre, fury.

The sharp claws with clanking scales slowly closed on the furious hilt, and with every tightening of the grip, the regicide blade that was forged to kill the forger himself trembled more terribly.

Until finally, the dragon head embossed on the handle opened its eyes!

Almost at the same time, the sound of scales rubbing against each other was like metal fragments scraping against each other, harsh and sharp, ringing in Lu Mingfei's ears.

Lu Mingfei saw his own shadow on the mirror-smooth blade. He let out a low roar, feeling a little afraid and a little disappointed.

The thing in the mirror had gnarled muscles and protruding tendons, and the surface of its skin was covered with black iron scales that looked like leaf patterns, with flowing golden red in the light and fire.

The fierce bulging back muscles remind people of rising mountains.

Lu Mingfei slowly raised his head and looked up at the glaring wall lights on all four sides. Raindrops were pouring in through the cracks in the manhole cover, dyeing it red like blood.

The academy's execution team has already fought against the monsters in Akagi River, right?

Many people will die.

At this moment, a huge shadow covered him.

The chaotically swaying dragon head appeared in front of Lu Mingfei like the tentacles of a giant octopus!

truly……

Orochi.

Fury was slowly lifted up, and the red-gold glow on the blade burst out uncontrollably, illuminating the layers of scales.

The whole world was silent. Eight long necks bent down from eight different directions, and at the end of each long neck grew a ferocious and beautiful dragon head.

The dragon heads slowly approached Lu Mingfei who was standing on the edge of the platform, staring at him from all directions, with giant golden candles seeming to burn in the depths of their pupils.

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The wipers were swinging like crazy, but they couldn't clear the water on the windshield. Two men in the sky blue Lamborghini were smoking silently, and the choking smoke soon filled the entire car.

Chu Zihang listened attentively to the roar of gunfire in the mountains, and looked far away at the strange black storm on the distant mountain.

It stretched from the sky to between the mountains like a huge tornado. White and purple lightning flowed in the storm, and dull thunder was heard in the ears.

"Is it elemental turbulence?" Chu Zihang asked in a low voice.

"Yeah." He nodded.

Lu Mingfei originally thought that Angers should have at least an execution team of hundreds of people to assist, but he didn't expect that the only thing parked on the river bank was this blue Lamborghini that hadn't even been modified.

The water level of the Tama River is rising rapidly, the river is turbulent, huge waves are hitting the two banks back and forth, and dense raindrops fall into the water, creating countless ripples that interfere with each other.

"So the Yamata-no-Orochi has appeared in Hongjing, then why are we still staying here? Can junior brother handle it alone?" Chu Zihang asked.

"Zihang, you have to have confidence in Mingfei. He is the only S-level among us."

"But you are also S-rank, Principal."

"I am a 130-year-old man. Look at this hunting suit on me. It has been with me for a hundred years. It is impossible for it to accompany me through the next hundred years." Angers narrowed his eyes and tapped the rhythm of a melodious and deep aria on the steering wheel with his fingers.

"If there is anyone in this world who can really kill the Dragon King and end the history of the dragon race, that person will never be me. He can only be Ming Fei."

"But my junior is only a sophomore." Chu Zihang thought for a moment and said, "He hasn't even taken a practical class."

Angé slowly opened his eyes, and the pair of iron-gray eyes under the tortoise-shell frames looked at the elemental turbulence in the mountains like Chu Zihang.

"We have reasons to do this," he said.

"I don't understand." Chu Zihang said.

"Yuan Zhisheng came to see me not long ago," Ange said. "He is my student just like you. I have no reason to refuse him."

"understand."

“He told me that Masamune Tachibana might not be the same Masamune Tachibana as before,” Ange said. “Someone has replaced him.”

The image of an old Japanese man wearing a black haori flashed before Chu Zihang's eyes. He frowned slightly and turned to look at Angers.

"As far as I know, Tachibana Masamune was the last patriarch of the Snake Eight Families. When he was in office, he held real power, and the power of the entire family in Japan returned to its peak in history." He said, "To reach that position in the Japanese underworld, where the strong prey on the weak, it is not enough to rely on conspiracy and trickery alone. It also requires power like you, the principal, to sweep away the eight family heads."

"The history of Tachibana Masamune's rise is different from what you imagine. He became the head of the family not by relying on absolute power, but by balance."

"Balance?" Chu Zihang was good at political science and could understand the meaning of this word.

At this time, not far from them, the entrance where the Akagi River merges into the Tama River was gushing out a huge amount of blood-red underground river water. Further away, there were a large number of fishing boats lying across the river, but they were so far away from them that they were almost invisible.

All fishing boats sink fishing nets with incredibly dense meshes and tough materials into the water, and anything that passes through will be caught.

"The fierce demons and the eight snake families are all following the footsteps of God, but Genjisei suspects that since a certain time, the leaders of the demon slayers and the leaders of the demons have been replaced, and someone is pushing some conspiracy." Angé said.

"But what does it have to do with us being here?"

"Some people think that the threat I pose to them is greater than that posed by Lu Mingfei, so if I show up here, the pressure on Hongjing will be much less." Angers smiled, "Are you angry that I dragged you into the adults' affairs?"

"I have been an adult for many years." Chu Zihang said.

The viaduct spanning the river swayed like a giant snake in the strong wind, and purple-white lightning struck the end of the bridge from all directions of the sky like dry branches of a giant tree.

The rainstorm seemed to stop for a moment, and then Chu Zihang saw two ravens flying up from where the lightning struck. They flew towards the Lamborghini and hovered over the Tama River, which was a mixture of red and dark yellow.

They have dark golden pupils.

Chu Zihang suddenly tightened his grip on Murasame's knife handle.

"You've always been looking for an opportunity for revenge. You're an avenger like me. I think this is a good opportunity." Angé lowered the car window, and the wind blew rain in. The old man flicked the cigarette butt into the river, and he didn't know when the folding knife had slipped into his hand.

"Odin?"

"It's Odin." Anger nodded. "Are you scared?"

"Don't be afraid, I've been looking for him for a long time." Chu Zihang shook his head.

The lightning illuminated the boy's face, which was expressionless, but his pupils flashed an imperial gold.

They pushed the door at the same time and got out of the car. The door was like a passage into another world. In a trance, what they were standing on was not a saline-alkali mudflat, but an asphalt road that seemed to have no end in front or behind.

"Highway 0. My father and I have been here before. Odin's...Nibelungen."

Chu Zihang said.

They came to the side of the elevated road and looked into the distance. The two ravens were circling above their heads.

Looking out, there are endless black clouds and endless rain, and the end of the sight is an insurmountable slope.

Looking down, it seems like there is a bottomless abyss. The reinforced concrete pillars are like rows of giant ribs supporting this road that seems to be floating in the sky.

Chu Zihang was carrying Murasame, and the rain instantly soaked his whole body, but he was not afraid, and even felt excited.

How many years have passed, how many years have passed...

I have been looking for you for so many years...

The sound of majestic horse hooves echoed between heaven and earth. Countless dark shadows stood up from the accumulated water on the elevated road. Angé pinched Chu Zihang's shoulder.

"Actually, I brought you here because you have the mark of Odin on your body. Even if I die, you can still walk out of this world and let the other old guys know that the war has begun." The old man said softly.

"Don't leave me, but don't get too close."

Chu Zihang turned his head and looked at Angers. Many years ago, a man had said the same thing to him.

"This is how the world is, Zihang. If you are too far away from me, I will abandon you. If you are too close to me, I will accidentally hurt you. Imagine that you are a kite." Angé said, his heart beating like a war drum in his chest.

Golden flames appeared at the end of the road in front of them, and an eight-legged horse wearing a veil and spewing lightning fragments from its mouth and nose walked out of the darkness, carrying the god on its back.

The god's mask seemed to be torn open by a sharp blade, revealing the man's face underneath.

Chu Zihang's body grew colder and colder, and his heart grew quieter.

"Dad..." he said.

Chapter 395: The old man is not afraid of death

"Hold the knife well, it is the key that can help you find the truth in the end." Angé shook his shoulders, and his ochre hunting suit was shaken off by the oncoming strong wind, fluttering and being swept into the abyss.

Although there was heavy rain from sky to earth, Chu Zihang felt it was as quiet as death. He could only hear the heavy breathing sounds in the rain.

The dark shadows that stood up from the puddle of water hung their heads. They were wearing rotten armor with black wind cloaks over the armor. They held rusty weapons in their hands. Their hands holding the weapons were pale and dry. Some were as tall as giants, while others were as deformed as evil spirits.

From left to right, golden pupils lit up one after another under the hood of the wind cloak, the pupil light was like a flickering flame, the heart like a war drum roared from far to near, and the heroic spirits silently raised their heads and stared at the usurper who broke into the kingdom of God from the darkness.

"What truth?" Chu Zihang took out two pieces of film from his eyes and threw them into the rain. His blazing golden pupils were wantonly exposed to the storm.