Dragon Clan: Starting from receiving judgment, counterattack against the gods

"No matter how much I regret it, it's useless."

A sharp brake sound was heard, and the huge inertia caused Chu Zihang to lean forward heavily. He subconsciously turned his head and found that the expression of the girl next to him changed.

"Do you believe in fate?"

Chu Zihang was stunned and shook his head subconsciously.

Yuan Zhinu suddenly laughed, a sick, paranoid laugh: "I don't believe it either."

She turned the steering wheel sharply, and the tires made a harsh sound as they rubbed against the ground, but she didn't care. Under Chu Zihang's astonished gaze, she stepped on the accelerator to the bottom, the engine roared, and rushed straight towards the overpass outside the city.

"To hell with fate, I'm going to take you to chop him down right now!"

In the pouring rain, the crazy girl drove the Bugatti Veyron and took him directly onto the overpass.

Chapter 28 Nibelungen

There has never been any real empathy in this world.

Ke Yuan Zhinv vaguely saw her own shadow through Chu Zihang's lonely appearance.

She had all the memories from the beginning, and she knew all of Herzog's plans, but she could do nothing. She could only watch things develop in the direction of her memory.

Because she had no power to stop it.

At that time, she had not awakened her bloodline and did not have a simulator. She was just an ordinary girl in the mountains, and even any strong boy could kill her.

She depends on her only relative for survival, but this relative is a fool. Not only does he not help her, he also holds her back.

From the moment Genji opened her eyes and came into this world, she has been under tight surveillance and controlled completely. There is truly no escape from her.

The feeling of knowing everything but being powerless is probably the cruelest punishment in the world. Weakness is the greatest original sin.

So she wanted desperately to become stronger. The three years in Tokyo were cruel. She still lived in a solid cage without any freedom. Her life was in danger at any time and she walked on the edge of a knife every day.

But it was these three years that she was most grateful for, because she finally had the power and could finally sound the clarion call of resistance.

She escaped from the cage, knowing clearly that she would go back sooner or later. She would make Herzog pay the most painful price in the world to commemorate her helplessness in her youth.

She wanted to prove to everyone that the so-called fate was nothing but a joke.

And Chu Zihang at this moment is so similar to her before.

They are equally weak and powerless, wanting madly to change everything but being unable to do so. In the end, they can only immerse themselves in endless regret and pain, and even doubt themselves.

Whenever Yuan Zhinu looked at him, she would think of her weak self in the past. If one day she could go back to the past, she would definitely help her then-self to chop off the king's head with her own hands, and then kick Yuan Zhisheng, whose heart was filled with greed, to the ground before he stabbed her in the chest.

But she couldn't go back to the past, so she decided to help Chu Zihang, just like helping her past self.

The Bugatti Veyron is one of the world's top luxury cars. When sprinting at full speed, its engine emits a loud roar. It is like a speeding bullet, shooting fiercely into the heavy rain.

Chu Zihang looked at the rapidly receding scene outside the window, frowned, and his voice became a little tense: "What are you going to do?"

"I'm in a bad mood, so I'm going to kill some monsters to vent my anger."

"Show me the nightmares that hold you back."

Yuan Zhinv's tone was so calm and relaxed, as if she was saying that the weather was nice today and why not go out for some snacks.

Chu Zihang began to feel uneasy.

The elevated road on a rainy night is the deepest secret hidden in his heart. He lost his father here. Over the years, he has never been able to get over that rainy night. It has been raining in his heart, and the rain has never stopped.

There was not a day that he didn't want to go back to that time. He would draw his sword without hesitation and stand with his father instead of being a cowardly deserter.

He had never told anyone about these things, but this mysterious girl seemed to know everything.

"Are you curious about how I knew that?" Yuan Zhinv saw the boy's tense body in the rearview mirror and curled the corners of her lips in pleasure.

She lowered her voice so that only the two of them could hear:

"I'll tell you a secret. My words are spiritual and can see the deepest memories of people. The first time I saw you, I saw through you."

Chu Zihang's eyes suddenly widened. This eighteen-year-old boy, whose words spirit had not yet awakened, was unable to fully control his emotions for the time being. He had a pair of light brown eyes and looked very cute when he was surprised.

Upon seeing this, Yuan Zhinv burst out laughing.

She stepped on the accelerator to the bottom, and amid the raging wind and rain and the roar of the engine, she lit a cigar with one hand. After a moment, white smoke came out of her mouth, and her beautiful face was looming behind the smoke.

"You're right. They're just a bunch of monsters with dragon blood. There's nothing to be afraid of."

On a stormy night, the administrator at the toll station was dozing off. Suddenly, a light flashed outside. The administrator rubbed his eyes and saw only a dark shadow flash by.

Yuan Zhinu was not familiar with this city, but because the target of the mission was Chu Zihang, she checked all the elevated roads outside on the first day she came here.

She knew that Chu Zihang in the original novel entered Highway 0, but there was no highway numbered 0 in the world, and Highway 0 did not exist at all.

It was essentially just a Nibelung, a Nibelung as big as this city, a world in the shadow, and Odin was its ruler.

However, according to the Nibelungen principle, the Dragon Kings cannot create something out of thin air. Highway 0 should be the result of a distortion of some real highway.

When Gen Chitose looked at all the highways, she found only one that had been abandoned for many years and met the requirements. That highway was numbered 10, and some mysterious force had erased the "1" in front of it.

In a few years, this highway will be rebuilt, and a loser will come here on a tricycle. He may be the second visitor after Chu Zihang and his son mistakenly entered in so many years.

But now, Yuan Zhinu brought Chu Zihang to visit in advance.

There is no reason, it just suddenly came to my mind.

Compared to Herzog's strange existence that is always hidden in the darkness, cannot be touched or hit, and seems to be everywhere like a ghost, the source girl of Nibelung doesn't care at all.

No matter what is blocking the way, as long as the knife is still in his hand, he will have nothing to fear. He can also take the opportunity to see whether the Dragon King who has been following the killer will appear at the critical moment.

Mad people are like this, they will do anything on a whim and never consider whether they will die or get hurt.

The speed of the Bugatti Veyron reached its extreme. The wind and rain were blowing in the face, as were the black mountains and woods on both sides of the road. The whole world seemed to be blowing in the face.

The vehicle drove up a high slope, and golden flames slowly floated up at the end of the dark road. Countless dark shadows crawled up from under the viaduct and slowly stood up, just like a beast on all fours turning into a person walking upright.

When the Bugatti Veyron passed by, they twisted their necks and watched this crazy sports car rush towards the golden flames, neither stopping it nor chasing it, just like passers-by watching Don Quixote indifferently charging towards the windmill with his lance raised high.

Chu Zihang's breathing suddenly became rapid, his eyes widened, and his pupils were bloodshot.

They finally saw the person who was standing in the golden flames. The eight-legged horse was paddling the ground. The man on the horse was wrapped in a shroud, and on the outside he was wearing dark golden armor and a blue wind cloak, and he was holding a curved golden spear in his hand.

They were godlike creatures, and they were like lambs coming for sacrifice.

Chapter 29 Like the Blade of Death

The leaves of the broadleaf trees that stretched as far as the eye could see swayed beneath the elevated road. The world was subtly distorted. The sounds of wind, rain, and the screams like babies crying suppressed in the shadows' throats seemed as if someone was whispering in the dark...

So hungry... so thirsty!

Someone is coming...flesh and blood...fresh flesh and blood!

This hellish scene is actually happening. As the Bugatti Veyron gets closer to the only light in the darkness, the absurd and distorted world around it becomes clearer and clearer.

Genjitsu knew that they were entering Nibelungen through some kind of interface, and it was not an exaggeration to say that this place was hell.

The golden flame in front was like the throne of God. Everything was so terrifying, yet solemn and dignified. This scene had a huge sense of ritual.

The only discordant thing was that the guy who was paying homage to the throne of God did not intend to slow down, and the black sports car roared and crashed into the throne of God!

Odin was always standing in the golden flames. As the distance got closer, the Source Girl could clearly see the cold light reflected on Odin's silver mask... The lightning emitted by the eight-legged horse turned into lightning debris... The golden flame on the Kungunir in his hand rose and fell like breathing...

It was a huge, bloody feast.

When the surrounding environment was completely distorted, the baby-like crying sound came like a tide, and it seemed that something was surrounding him.

The ground gradually became slippery, as if something sticky was spread on the road. The sports car was forced to slow down, and the engine made an overloaded roar, as if it would stop at any time.

They finally entered the Nibelungen completely, into this twisted and absurd world.

Countless pairs of golden pupils lit up in the darkness, like a mysterious firefly. They were slowly approaching, and rustling footsteps could be heard on the ground. The sound of horrible cries surrounded them.

These monsters were thoroughly excited.

Yuan Zhinv stepped on the brakes to stop the car. Before the monsters pounced on her, she turned to look at Chu Zihang, who was tense and had a pale face. His hands were tightly gripping the door handle, trembling slightly due to excessive excitement.

This young boy once again came to the nightmare-like place, but he was not afraid. His eyes were full of excitement to see his enemy again.

"Can you use a knife?"

Yuan Zhinv asked him, the girl's voice was still calm, and there was no unnecessary expression on her face, as if she was not in this horrible scene like hell, but was preparing to take a walk in the park in the evening breeze.

And now she is asking her companions if they want to join her.

Chu Zihang clenched his teeth tightly, and his dental crowns made a creaking sound due to excessive force. His brown eyes were bloodshot and his voice became a little hoarse.

"I know a little bit. I learned it at the Children's Palace."

Gen Chinu nodded, and casually pulled out a long sword from the car beside her and threw it to him. This was something she brought from Japan. Although it was not as good as her cherry red one, it was also a rare and good sword.

She knew that Chu Zihang in the original book used a Japanese sword, but she was not sure whether he knew it before entering the school or learned it after entering.

In fact, this was just a one-sided madness on her part. The endless rain made her feel very bad, and when she was in a bad mood, she would want to kill some annoying things.

Chu Zihang was just innocently implicated. He was only eighteen years old and had not yet entered Kassel Academy to learn the necessary skills to kill embryos. He also did not have any spiritual words. In such a bloody and terrifying place, he was as fragile as a paper doll.

So she said to Chu Zihang:

"If you feel scared, you don't have to get out of the car. I'm here, and nothing can hurt you."

"If I die, you just drive away, trust me, you will be fine."

But Chu Zihang just tightened the handle of the knife.

Yuan Zhinu was not surprised by his choice, and just said: "Then protect yourself. If a fight really breaks out, I may not be able to take care of you."

Before she could finish her words, the knife-like girl opened the door and got out of the car, holding her cherry-red bloody weapon.

In the darkness, countless deadpools approached rapidly. They were silent and these deformed monsters were like evil spirits who died tragically in hell, eager to destroy all living things.

The burly man riding a huge horse not far away just stared at this side coldly from beginning to end, like a silent statue, like a terrifying shadow that could never be shaken off, or like a god looking down at the ants on the ground.

The Source Maiden knew that Odin was not in the Nibelungen.

At this moment, the honorable Dragon King might be looking for warriors in that place that seems like in Norse mythology, and that terrifying shadow is just a shadow.

Of course, these are just her guesses, and as long as they are guesses, there may be deviations. Maybe the Dragon King just happened to return to his hometown on a whim.

Maybe the god riding a horse was not a shadow or an illusion, but the real person, and the source girl just happened to run into the muzzle of the gun.

But it didn't matter, it didn't matter. The worst that could happen was death. At least this was the path she chose herself, not the damn script written for her by others.

As for Chu Zihang... this boy had been looking forward to this moment all his life. Yuan Zhinu could not see the slightest fear on his face, only uncontrollable excitement and deep-rooted hatred.

So she decided to take a gamble, and the bet was her life. At least before she died, she would burn everything to send Chu Zihang away. She was sure of that.

Genji relaxed her body, and her joints made crackling sounds. She drew out her long knife with her backhand. The cherry-red blade flashed tiny lights in the darkness, illuminating Deadpool's pale and twisted face.

She swung her hand heavily, and black blood splattered. It was a guy who was much smaller than the other Deadpools, so he ran particularly fast.

But just as he was about to get close to Genji and pierce this living flesh with his sharp claws, his neck was cut off and his head rolled to the ground instantly.

No one saw how she swung the knife. The movement was incredibly fast. In the blink of an eye, all that was left was spurting black blood and a human head rolling on the ground.

But she didn't care at all. Her movements were so skillful as if she had done it thousands of times. She didn't even bother to look at it. The girl just casually shook off the blood on the knife and rushed directly towards the endless group of Deadpools.

One hideous and terrifying monster after another rushed towards her, and she was surrounded by layers of enemies, but she was still smiling.

A happy, excited smile appeared on her face, as if she had finally found a toy that interested her. Her pair of dark eyes lit up at some point, a golden color.

As the killing spree continued, the fierce and bloody aura from Genji was fully unleashed. It was a madness more terrifying than the devil.

Compared to those monstrous Deadpools, she is like the god of death who reaps souls in hell. Wherever her long sword passes, blood spreads.

No gods or monsters survived.

Chapter 30: The Eight-Headed Word Spirit

It is not easy for Genji to kill these Deadpools.

These deadpools were more troublesome than any evil spirits she had killed in Japan. Their bones were as hard as steel, and unless their heads were chopped off directly, they would still struggle and rush forward even if they were cut in half.

These are completely irrational monsters. They are not afraid of pain. The more serious the injury, the more excited they become. The most important thing is that they will not get tired.