Dragon Race: Start with Summoning Eri Yi

Chapter 313
"Ugh-"

The sound of the siren tore through the night, and the high-decibel sound wave was transmitted from station to station. Someone sounded the air defense siren. For more than ten seconds, the piercing siren echoed in the huge city of Tokyo.

Yuan Zhi suddenly stood up.

The air-raid siren is the most serious urban alert, and the use of the air-raid siren means that it is too late to warn citizens through television and radio, and danger will come in a blink of an eye.

He knew it was time for him to go.

The Tokyo Meteorological Bureau issued an alert to all citizens. The content of the alert is extremely simple: "Citizens, please pay attention. An unprecedentedly powerful tsunami is about to enter Tokyo Bay. Citizens living in coastal areas are requested to evacuate urgently. Citizens who cannot evacuate in time are requested to evacuate in basements or buildings. High-level avoidance of objects."

There was a faint loud sound coming from the east, booming like thunder, and no other sound could be heard in the world.

The ground shook as if a herd of thousands of elephants ran across the street.

Yuan Zhisheng stood in the cold and humid wind, looking towards the sea.

The dark clouds were pushed flatly, and within a few tens of seconds, the originally clear night sky was covered by rolling cumulonimbus clouds, and heavy rain fell from the sky.

The light of the moon was completely gone, the lights of thousands of houses were lit, and the city trembled before some impending disaster.

He kicked open the wooden door and walked onto the balcony, where he stood in the fierce sea rain and wind.

He really saw the sea rushing in, and the [-]-meter-high water wall made a thunderous sound as it pushed forward. Wherever it passed, whether it was cars, trees or shacks, they were lifted up to the tide, and several-storey buildings In front of it is like a pebble on the beach.

"Is the god really awake? Xiaomu..."

Hundreds of thousands of tons of seawater broke into foamy torrents, pouring in along the streets and alleys.

The mighty river runs through the high-rise buildings, several floors are submerged in an instant, and the large advertising screens on the high-rise buildings still play advertisements.

The proximity between prosperity and doom seems to symbolize the ancient dragon's mockery of the fragile human civilization.

"I believe you."

Yuan Zhisheng turned around and boarded the roof, and entered the helicopter that was already ready.

He sits on the seat.

Lightning tore through the clouds, and he saw Tokyo clearly through the lightning.

Desperate Tokyo.

As far as the eye can see is the sea, with heavy black waves rushing in, splashing white water foam on the ruins.

The surface of the sea was undulating, and it looked like an endless wasteland. Branches of lightning fell on the water, like strange giant trees growing from the black wasteland into the clouds.

The most severely affected area was the seaside area in the distance. The high-rise buildings were tilted, and the steel bars protruded from the fractures to the sky. Two buildings collapsed opposite each other, and the roofs of the buildings collided to form a lonely "herringbone" shape.

The city became an archipelago, and the buildings became islands, between which the black tide rose and fell.

"Master, Jun Xia's prediction is completely correct. The remaining strength of the ghosts is really strong, and they have prepared speedboats in advance, and are now launching a fierce attack on our various strongholds and Genji Heavy Industries." Fumo Kotaro's voice came from the earphones Come.

Yuan Zhisheng looked down, his face was actually very calm: "But we have Yamaguchi-gumi, right?"

"Yes!"

Fumo Kotaro said very excitedly, "Originally, the family power has collapsed, but Xia Jun's subordinates actually appeared in the assault boat! The firepower is too strong!"

"Boss, see you in the next life! I will blow up Kaguya Ji's computer room!"

At this time, Yasha's voice suddenly entered the channel.

Yuan Zhisheng's expression changed.

But Yasha's voice changed immediately: "Eh? Who are you?"

"Akira Sakurai."

"Sakurai Kogure."

Yuan Zhisheng heaved a sigh of relief when the calm voices of a man and a woman came from the earphones.

He believed that Xia Mu had arranged everything, and Xia Mu did not disappoint him.

Yasha, who should have died at Genji Heavy Industries, also survived.

At this point, the surviving ghosts lost their ability to fight back. They declared war on the Eight Sheqi Clans, but they did not expect that Xia Mu had already prepared a funeral for them.

Sakurai Kogure and the half-bloods who surrendered did not show mercy. After all, betrayal is still a shameful act, even if you can find many excuses to comfort yourself.

However, as long as the rest of the ghosts are killed, then there is no need to face this kind of inner condemnation...

"Someone took Miss Erikai away."

Sakurai Nanami's voice rang in Yuan Zhisheng's ears.

His pupils shrank: "Sure enough, it's still here."

"According to your and Jun Xia's orders, our people did not approach."

"Well, Erika is no longer that little girl who doesn't know anything, she has become very reliable, even for Xia Mu."

Yuan Zhisheng exhaled slowly, and many memories floated through his mind.

From Xia Mu's first appearance, he drew his sword angrily, to when he snatched Erika, until he told all the truth.

He really couldn't imagine how miserable he would be now without Xia Mu.

Being completely kept in the dark by Tachibana Masamune, losing Sakura and Yasha, watching his former companions die in front of him one by one, and finally killing each other with his younger brother, maybe he didn't know the truth until he died...

"Thank you…"

He closed his eyes.

red well.

That thing was still swimming in the water, but its roar had already arrived, and the vibration was so violent that one suspected that the water storage well was on the verge of a landslide. There were cracks in the metal guard plate on the well wall, and huge cracks grew wantonly.

Genichiro Ryoma and Shio Miyamoto both wore noise-canceling headphones, but threads of blood still flowed out of their ear holes.

That kind of roar seems to be able to pass through a person's skull and directly penetrate into the depths of a person's mind.

That kind of berserk, violent but joyful roar is like the god of death cursing the world in hell.

Only Xia Mu remained calm, he stood on the platform in the middle of the well wall, looked down intently, as if he was sitting in a VIP box enjoying a master's performance.

The surface of the water burst, and the stagnant water rose into the sky.

The plain white shadow was covered with off-white water, rising into the sky with the speed of a cannonball.

But the gravity quickly reduced its speed, and it found a support point before falling, and it climbed up at high speed while grabbing the layers of iron frames on the well wall.

Its body was about the size of a giant whale, and its weight was estimated to be tens of tons. Those iron frames could not support its weight at all, and it collapsed layer upon layer below it.

"Baqi... Orochi!"

Shio Miyamoto said in a moan-like voice.

The myth became reality before his eyes. It was not the tentacles that grabbed the wall of the well, but eight curved dragon necks. The thing had eight heads, and its sharp teeth bit the wall of the well.

Those slender necks curled and stretched like snakes, and eight pairs of candle-like golden eyes flickered in the air.

"Continue! Come up! Let me see the real body of Orochimaru!"

Xia Mu said something so nonsensical.

Genichiro Ryoma and Shio Miyamoto have only a string of ellipsis left on their foreheads...

(End of this chapter)