Dragon Clan: My Dad is Ange

Eyeball-shaped tumors quickly grew on the severed tentacle sections, and the totem of the Thousand-Faced Snake was reflected in the pupils.

More tentacles were frantically grabbing the corpses on the ground, and the charred remains of Deadpool were attracted to them like iron filings meeting a magnet.

A sickening sound of gluing echoed through the ruins.

Ye Fan saw the upper body of a severed Deadpool melting on the surface of the tentacles, its ribs expanding like the ribs of an umbrella, and its internal organs turning into a gelatinous substance that filled the dragon's cracked cranial cavity.

Fana's body began to swell unnaturally, and a pitch-like black substance oozed out from between the grayish-white scales. This mucus hardened into a second layer of armor, which naturally grew the same snake scale pattern as the statue.

When the twentieth Deadpool's remains were devoured, the mutation reached a critical point.

The back of the dragon's head suddenly exploded, and hundreds of tentacles woven into a blood-red crown of thorns.

Its length exceeded the twenty-meter mark, and its newly grown muscle tissue had twisted its once elegant, streamlined body into a somewhat blasphemous form.

It was like a crude stitching together of features from ten different predators.

"Good evening, interesting human."

Chapter 104 Two emperors arrive on the battlefield at the same time!

The dragon's vocalizations became strange, and each word seemed to be made up of different voices.

There were the breathing sounds of a dying old man, the crisp voice of a young girl, and even the crying of a baby.

As the twenty-meter-long body slowly stood up, all its tentacles pointed at Ye Fan at the same time, and the faces in the suction cups murmured in unison:

"I am Ananda... the master of the creature you just killed. Perhaps if I put it another way, you will understand better."

"You can also call me the Elder of the Dragon Elders Council, the First Generation, the Thousand-Faced Serpent Ananda."

Ye Fan's golden pupils shrank into two thin lines.

He saw clearly that on each of the newly formed scarlet scales, a miniature version of the Thousand-Faced Snake Totem appeared.

What was even more terrifying was the changes in the dragon's wings—the originally membranous wings were now covered with bone spurs, and densely packed granulations protruded from the wing membranes, with golden eyeballs opening at the top of each granulation.

Damn, first generation!

Ye Fan's face darkened. He knew of the existence of the Dark Lord, but he didn't expect to run into him now.

The Lord of the Dark Side, any one of them is stronger than the eight incomplete dragon kings.

Although they do not have control over the authority, they also possess the first-generation dragon body and complete dragon king-level words.

It can be said that he is the top existence after the Black King and the Complete Dragon King. He cannot kill an existence of this level now.

But it is obvious that now it is only the other party's consciousness that has arrived. As for the statue just now, it should be some kind of alchemical instrument made by the other party.

Its function should be to extract bloodline and biological materials. The other party used this alchemical device to reconstruct Fana's dragon body, making it his temporary incarnation.

I can only try to chop it first, Ye Fan narrowed his eyes slightly.

With a "ding" sound, the bronze spear suddenly vibrated on its own.

Ye Fan looked down and saw that the blood-colored lines on the gun were fading. This was the surrender reaction of the alchemical weapon when encountering a higher-level existence.

He bit his finger without hesitation and smeared the blood on the tip of the gun:

"Word Spirit, Sovereign Flame."

After swallowing Ye Fan's blood, the power of the Blood Drink was stimulated. That was the blood of the emperor, and the domineering bloodline contained in it made the Blood Drink even sharper and more ferocious.

Using the Blood Drink, the flames erupted by Jun Yan this time were black.

It contains the corrosion of dragon blood.

These flames, like solid shadows, wrapped around the gun body, burning spider-web-like cracks in even the air wherever they passed.

Ananda—or rather, the newly born monster—let out a sigh of pleasure, and the flesh on its chest, where it had been pierced through, was twisting into the shape of a snake's head:

"Using the Black King's flames against the Black King's highest followers? A lovely usurper..."

The ruins suddenly fell into absolute silence.

Ye Fan found that his heartbeat had disappeared, and a sense of oppression that surpassed Long Wei caused blood to seep out of the edge of his retina.

The monster raised its front paws very slowly, but when Ye Fan tried to dodge, he found that his shadow had been nailed to the ground by those tentacles at some point.

This was a "nail-in" in the physical sense, and his shadow was like black asphalt, with countless blood threads sticking to it.

The moment the dragon claw snapped, the flow of time seemed to become sticky.

Ye Fan saw the claw tip split into countless small snakes, and the fangs of each snake head were engraved with different cuneiform characters.

He recognized several of the symbols - they seemed to be words like "Thousand Faces" and "Possession of Body".

"boom!"

The shock wave generated by the collision between the black flame and the dragon claw razed all the building debris within a radius of 100 meters to the ground.

When the smoke and dust cleared, Ye Fan stood in the center of the circular pit, with his left arm hanging unnaturally - the combat uniform there disappeared along with the skin, revealing bones with a metallic luster.

The monster's front claws were also incomplete, but the granulation tissue at the wound was wriggling visible to the naked eye.

"What a wonderful body structure."

"What I just used was the Word Spirit of Tel, the Lord of Eternal Night."

"Although I could only unleash a portion of my power, the fact that I was able to block the Lord of Eternal Night in that instant with my bloodline and the extremely strong power of my Word Spirit is truly an astonishing reaction."

"You should feel honored, boy. The one who just bound you is the Word Spirit of Tel, the Lord of Eternal Night, the eldest of the nine elders of our Dragon Elders Council."

Ananda exclaimed in a girl's voice, and all eyes focused on Ye Fan's exposed arm bones at the same time:

"You are definitely not a mere descendant of the White King. Your genes... contain a code that even those of the White King don't possess..."

"Are you one of us? But it doesn't seem right. There's something familiar and distant about you. It's really interesting. You're a descendant of the Black King, but you've managed to surpass the critical bloodline for hybrids through special means."

"You are indeed suitable to be my spokesperson in the human world, mortal. I will give you a chance to submit to me."

From deep within the ruins came the roar of concrete collapse.

Ye Fan quietly adjusted his breathing rhythm in the diffuse dust, and the vibration frequency of the bronze spear gradually synchronized with his heartbeat.

His eyes were filled with shock. That was definitely a Dragon King-level word spirit. His mirror pupils could not replicate it, and even if the precepts prevented it, it would cost a huge price.

Just now, the precepts blocked the word spirit from controlling the body through the shadow, which exhausted most of Ye Fan's mental power.

The red dots on the satellite cloud map were spreading wildly, and the alarm pierced the command hall of the executive department.

The technicians stared at the skyrocketing air pressure values ​​on the screen, cold sweat soaking their shirts - the energy readings in that area had exceeded the range of a Category 7 typhoon and were steadily moving towards a Category 8 typhoon.

"It's Commissioner Ye's position."

The crow's voice was unusually tense. He called up the real-time image, which showed scarlet clouds swirling over the ruins, as if a wound had been torn in the sky.

Gen Chisheng stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window. Spider-Kiri and Doji-Kiri lay quietly on the knife rack. The dark patterns on the scabbards glowed with blood under the illumination of the alarm lights.

He stared silently at the distorted sky in the distance, his golden eyes filled with a cold iron will.

"Notify the helicopter to depart in five minutes."

"Head!" Yasha couldn't help but step forward. "The air pressure in that area has exceeded the safety threshold. Do we need to send—"

"unnecessary."

Yuan Zhisheng interrupted, his fingers stroking the rope wrapped around the hilt of his sword. "Apart from Ye Jun, the only things that could make this kind of noise are things that shouldn't exist."

His eyes turned to the corner of the room—

Eri was kneeling in front of a low table, holding a little rubber duck in her slender fingers.

The girl's skirt spread out on the tatami like a camellia in full bloom. She seemed deaf to the alarm, concentrating on poking the duck's belly and watching it quack.

He followed Ye Fan's advice and brought Eiry with him when he was not busy, allowing the girl to feel the breath of freedom while he kept an eye on her at all times.

Gennosuke walked up to her and squatted, the hem of his long black trench coat sweeping the ground, and the ukiyo-e painting on the lining was faintly visible as he moved - it was Hokusai's "The Great Wave off Kanagawa", with a ferocious dragon shadow hidden under the indigo waves.

"Eri." He gently pressed his sister's shoulders. "Brother is going out."

"Remember to go back to your room later."

The girl raised her head, her dark red pupils like two glass beads immersed in clear water.

She tilted her head, suddenly reached out and grabbed Yuan Zhisheng's sleeve, and with her other hand quickly wrote on the notepad:

【Do you need help? 】

The handwriting is round and lovely, just like her, without any sharpness.

Yuan Zhisheng smiled.

He ruffled Eri's hair, the scent of cherry blossoms from the shampoo lingering in her hair.

"Not this time."

He closed the notepad, his voice filled with unquestionable determination:

"If Ye Fan and I join forces, we can kill Yamata no Orochi even if it resurrects."

Eri stared at him for a few seconds, then suddenly pulled amulet from her pocket and pressed it into Genchisei's palm. It was the "Victory Shield" she had obtained at Sensoji Temple. The stitching was crooked, clearly something she had sewn herself.

"..."

Minamoto no Chisei gripped the amulet tightly, his clothes fluttering as he turned around, and the waves of Ukiyo-e created invisible ripples in the air.

"Yaksha, prepare Kamui."

"Yes! Head of the family!"

Amid the roar of the helicopter rotors, Yuan Zhisheng stepped into the cabin.

The Spider-Kiri and the Doji-Kiri were crossed and held behind the back, and the scabbards made a clear sound when they collided.

He took one last look at a window of the headquarters building—Eri was lying on the glass, with a little yellow duck against the window, as if seeing him off.

Paradise Hall - Underground Secret Room

The moment Minamoto no Chijo opened her eyes, the candlelight in the entire Japanese-style room flickered simultaneously.

He had just finished a day of "hibernation", and the new blood vessels under his fair skin were still slightly warm. The mental injuries caused by the battle with Ye Fan had healed.

The boy in the mirror had an androgynous beauty, with long hair flowing like crow feathers, and a snake-shaped tattoo on his collarbone that glowed an eerie blue-green.

"Mistress Minamoto!"