Dragon Clan: I can randomly draw a word spirit

You can tell the difference just by looking at the comparison. The balance of victory and defeat was tilted from the beginning, and everyone knows this.

Many specialists from the Eight Snake Clans had even gone to Kassel College for further studies. They knew very well how terrible this principal was, and at this moment they had no intention of resisting at all.

They had been through so much that day that they were all feeling numb. Their patriarch was dead, and the future of the Japanese branch had long been unclear. They only needed to wait for their final destination.

Different from them are the fierce ghosts. Many of these evil ghosts were abandoned by the Eight Snake Families because of their unstable bloodlines. The extreme environment creates extreme people. Now, except for Yuan Zhinv, they will not submit to anyone.

Kassel Academy? Angers? What is that?

Sakurai Kogure felt the same way. Noticing Genjitsu's weakness, she took the initiative to stand in front of Genjitsu and looked coldly at the old man in front of her.

"What do you mean?"

Ange scratched his gray hair. He was not angry at the questioning, and his expression could even be considered charitable.

"Kassel Academy has no interest in managing the Japanese underworld, and I am indifferent to your internal affairs, but some of you have thoughts that you shouldn't have."

"Since ancient times, countless hybrids have wanted to become pure-blooded dragons, but they all ended up becoming deadpools, monsters that were neither human nor ghost."

At this point, the old man's voice suddenly became low, mixed in the boundless wind and rain, as if it contained hard steel: "Anyone who wants to revive the Dragon King is my enemy, and anyone who wants to become the Dragon King is someone I want to kill."

"Before we ensure that the white monarch is completely dead, the Japanese branch should just follow my instructions. From now on, you will be fully managed by Kassel College."

Sakurai Kogure frowned: "Are you taking advantage of someone's misfortune?"

"You can understand it that way, if you want to think about it that way."

Sakurai Kogure wanted to say something else, but before she could open her mouth, she was stopped by a force. Gen Chinjo gently pushed away the girl who was blocking her way, and stared at the old man in front of her with her dark eyes without blinking.

"What if I don't want to?"

Ange was very sincere when he said these words, and I think they must be his true thoughts. He really has no interest in managing Japan, otherwise he would not have allowed the Japanese branch to be controlled by Tachibana Masamune for so many years.

Now he wants to control the Japanese branch, but in the final analysis, he is just afraid that there will be a few more crazy people like Herzog. He will never allow the White King to revive, let alone allow anyone to want to become the White King.

No matter how others assure him that such a thing will not happen, he will not believe it. As long as it concerns the dragon clan, this old man who usually looks easy to talk to will transform into an avenger dominated by hatred. He only believes in himself.

In fact, there is nothing wrong with having Ange control the Japanese branch. Genjitsu doesn't want to take care of it anyway. With this Avenger around, there is no need to worry about the White King coming back to life. No matter how much trouble Herzog makes, he will no longer be a threat.

But the biggest problem is that Ange does not just represent himself, there is a secret party behind him, and it is a secret party that he cannot control.

Once the secret party knows Japan's secrets, they will not care whether the White King will revive or not. They will only try their best to divide up all the benefits, and Angers will not be able to stop them at all.

They will even revive the White King themselves. There are definitely many people in the secret party who truly want to evolve into pure-blooded dragons, and these guys will do anything to achieve their goals. As for the life and death of the Japanese branch, what does it have to do with them?

Is human life something precious? It is nothing but grass, and I don't care about it at all.

Genji still remembers the tragic ending of the last simulation, where everyone would die and things would become a mess.

That was a situation that Yuan Zhinu absolutely did not want to see.

She could believe that Ange had only a simple desire for revenge, but she did not believe the secret party behind Ange.

Therefore, the best solution is to control the Japanese branch in our own hands.

"Principal, thank you for helping me once before, but I'm sorry I can't do that in this case."

Ange looked at the girl in front of him with a puzzled look in his eyes: "I thought you had no reason to refuse."

"I won't interfere in your internal affairs. I can sense that you don't want to be the head of the family. Don't you yearn for freedom? Leave this mess to me, and you can live the life you want."

“This is indeed a very tempting proposal, but…”

Yuan Zhinu looked directly into the eyes of the handsome old man and said word by word: "I refuse."

Ange sighed softly: "This is really bad."

"To be honest, I don't want to be your enemy, and I admire you, but if you insist, I will have to use some violent means."

"I admit that you are very strong. I am no match for you in your prime, but you are seriously injured now. You cannot beat me."

"If we really fight, I may not be able to stop you. You might get hurt more seriously, or even die."

"So, have you thought it through, little girl?"

At this moment, the whole world fell silent, and everyone looked at the thin and skinny girl. Due to blood loss, her face was as pale as paper, and her body was a little shaky. She even had to lean on a long sword to support her body. Anyone could see that she had reached her limit.

But faced with such a threat, the girl smiled.

That smile was icy cold, full of mockery and sarcasm: "Principal, just because I give you face doesn't mean I'm afraid of you."

"Who do you think you are? You are just an ant that only showed up when I was injured. How dare you order me around?!"

Chapter 57 The Real Underworld Supreme

"I don't know where you get the confidence from, but if you think you can do whatever you want to me just because I'm injured, then you're going to be disappointed."

Yuan Zhinv slowly raised the long sword. Her arms were still shaking and her body was unsteady, but she still held the sword tightly in her hand.

The golden color burned in the dark eyes again, but the girl's face became paler and bright red blood flowed from her nostrils, but she didn't care and just wiped it away.

If you forcibly activate Yaki when you are at the end of your strength, this powerful word spirit will no longer be a help, but a burden that will madly consume your vitality.

But Genjitsu had no choice.

She knew better than anyone how powerful this handsome old man was. If he were allowed to successfully take charge of the Eight Snake Families, he would be a more difficult opponent than Tachibana Masamune.

After all, the worst outcome is death, and she is never afraid of death.

Ange sighed deeply, his expression showing a hint of regret.

“Students nowadays are so rebellious.”

Along with this sigh, his body moved suddenly.

Countless people were watching him, but they couldn't see clearly what movements he made. It seemed that in the blink of an eye, he disappeared from where he was.

The flow of time was adjusted, and the handsome old man approached the pale girl leisurely. No one could keep up with his speed. At this moment, the world seemed to have turned into a snail, so slow that it was ridiculous.

Yan Ling Time Zero.

Gen Chi-njo once had the experience card of this Word Spirit and was well aware of how terrifying this Word Spirit was. After all, Ange was old and his close combat was not even as good as Gen Chi-sei's.

If they were fighting fair and square, Gen Chitose could easily crush the old man even if she was seriously injured, but this old man had time zero.

Time seemed to have become a toy in his hands. Even the fastest attack became as slow as a snail. He just dodged casually and avoided the fatal knife from Yuan Zhinv.

In Yaqi's state, Ange could not kill Minamoto no matter what means he used. The legendary folding knife could barely break her scales, but that was all.

Unless the blow is fatal, even the most serious injury can be healed instantly, and Genji only needs to attack Ange once to send the old man to death on the spot.

Perhaps because he was aware of the difference in strength between the two sides, the principal did not easily use his killing move. He just dragged it out until Genjiro could no longer hold on.

No human can kill the Minamoto no Maiden when she uses the Yakima, but the price to pay for this ultimate word spirit is also very high. If it is the Minamoto no Maiden in her prime, Angé would simply give up appearing, but the timing now is too good.

After understanding the strength of Minamoto no Chijo, Angé understood that this might be his only chance to completely control the Japanese branch.

It was indeed taking advantage of someone's misfortune, but when he saw the girl walking out of the flames, Hilbert Jean Angers knew that he was no match for her.

There was no other half-blood in the world who could stand shoulder to shoulder with her. She was even more like the white monarch than a human.

But the world no longer needs a monarch.

His eyes were burning with a golden color, and the rose on his chest was blooming vigorously. At this moment, this handsome old man was as cold and hard as steel. He held the folding knife tightly in his hand, as if he was holding some faith.

The sharp light of the knife came towards her, and Yuan Zhinu could feel the cold murderous intent from the old man.

Her brain was becoming more and more dizzy, and the hand holding the knife was becoming heavier and heavier. She knew that there was no way to change the outcome, but she was still unwilling to give up. She was such a stubborn person, so she never refuted when Sakurai Kogure called her a fool.

But how can I give up? How can I give up a life that has been controlled from the beginning and whose end can be seen at a glance?

The small town where the roads become difficult to walk on when it rains, and the naive but determined dream of Gen Chisei to leave the small town when he was young, Eri who wants someone to accompany her, Sakurai Kogure who always stands behind her, and those foolish gangsters who firmly believe in the Snake Eight Clan.

If she gave up, all of this would be given up, so how could she give up?

There are always people who have to live their lives like this, carrying everything on their shoulders and moving forward until they really can't walk anymore.

Life without admitting defeat is so tiring. Now she can finally admit defeat because she is about to die.

But it doesn’t matter. The ultimate end for a samurai is death in battle, which is the most noble and glorious ending.

The long sword in her hand was knocked away, and Yuan Zhinv finally couldn't hold on any longer and slowly fell down. Her eyes, which had turned dark again, looked at the dim sky and countless falling raindrops. Her body was as light as a bird, and it seemed that her soul was overflowing, and she felt relieved.

She could faintly hear the voices of Minamoto Chisei and Sakurai Kogure. They seemed to be calling her name, but at this moment the voices were like covered by a layer of fog, and they were hazy and inaudible.

The only sound left in the whole world was the sound of wind and rain. She seemed to have returned to the dry well, and this time it would be real death.

But just when she was about to accept this outcome calmly, a hand grabbed her. It was a mottled hand with bulging veins.

A black shadow leaped over from a distance, his windbreaker fluttering like a battle flag in the wind. He grabbed Genji's falling body with one hand and held the long sword falling from the air with the other hand.

The moment he gripped the cherry-red sword, brilliant lines appeared on the sword again, bright red sword light stretched out, and a bloody smell came to his face.

He swung his knife heavily, and the sharp blade light forced Ange back. He carefully picked up the seriously injured girl in his arms, and the black shadow turned his head and looked at Ange coldly.

"You old bastard, what's the point of bullying a wounded child?!"

Uesugi Yue, the ramen master, arrived at the last minute with the majesty of a gangster supreme.

He took off his ramen chef's uniform and the ridiculous turban, and put on a long windbreaker as dark as night. The travel bag behind him was filled with Japanese swords.

He was not very tall, but at this moment he looked like an emperor sitting on a high throne, looking down at his ministers kneeling on the ground. His eyes were as calm as water, but the water concealed a mighty storm.

For a time, even Ange was suppressed by his majesty. After all, Ange was only the leader of the secret party, while Uesugi Koshi was once the shadow emperor of Japan.

Once that kind of majesty that dominates all living beings is developed, it will never be forgotten, no matter if he has wasted decades on the craft of making ramen.

"Uesugi Yue." Angé steadied himself, his expression very complicated: "We haven't seen each other for decades, I never thought we would meet again at a time like this."

"Yeah, after all, I didn't expect you to be so shameless. You old beast, you have been living like a dog for so many years. Aren't you ashamed of bullying a child?"

He paused here, his eyes burning like molten gold, and he spoke word by word:

"Or do you think that my child has no one to support him?"

Chapter 58 You May Have Been Cheated

The dark night seemed like an endless storm. Genji Heavy Industries not far away was still burning. Under the flames, everyone only saw that black shadow suddenly appear and turn the tide with just one sword.

Yuan Zhinv stared blankly at the guy who suddenly appeared. In her gradually blurred vision, she could only see the old man's solemn face.