Dragon Clan: Thought So Far.

The roar of the helicopter rotors cutting madly in the storm suddenly faded away.

At the same time, no one noticed that a certain beheader who had been steadily and quickly reaping the lives of alien species with the sound of heavy and powerful gunfire also quietly left.

Jude Mai sat expressionlessly in the open cabin, standing on a huge, narrow alloy box filled with weapons that could rival those of God.

The girl silently gazed at Tokyo in the distance. This city that she did not like very much suddenly turned into a mirage on the ocean. The tsunami poured in from the direction of Tokyo Bay, stretching for dozens of kilometers and sweeping across the largest urban area in human history.

Layers of black waves were hitting the reef-like buildings, and the highway was adjacent to the sea. Containers, car wreckage and motorcycles with twisted bodies were like monsters sweeping across the streets, being fiercely hit by the waves on the side of the gray-white building.

The tallest building in Tokyo actually lit up at this moment. It was the Tokyo Skytree, which started construction in 08 and has not yet opened.

It was a dim light, but it still guided the way for those who were lost like a lighthouse in a storm.

This was the limit of what the government could do. The tsunami came so suddenly that the most complete disaster relief system in the world could not function effectively. The Chief Cabinet Secretary even called on the Self-Defense Forces to join the disaster relief operation, but the number of people affected reached tens of millions, and all efforts ultimately failed. People on the brink of death could only pray for self-help.

The Tokyo Skytree is lit up and the city's power supply system is still running at full capacity, giving a false sense of security to the people who are on the brink of collapse.

Mai Jude's gaze swept across the top floor of the Tokyo Skytree. She knew that Lu Mingfei had always wanted to take Eri there to see the night view of the city. Looking down at the city from the highest point there, she would feel as if she was drowned by mountains and seas of candlelight.

The darkness was dotted with brilliant lights, like a shrine full of candles. Jiude Mai tied up her long hair, and when her sleeves rose and fell, she could see the cold quartz embassy fixed on the girl's slender wrist. It was the serum of the ancient dragon, which helped Yuan Zhisheng reach another level...venomous.
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The beheader carried the huge double-edged sword on his shoulders. His whole body was covered in smelly blood. The dark brown liquid slowly dripped along the hem of his long robe. He stepped out with one foot and stepped on the hideous corpse.

His eyes suddenly raised up and looked at the distant mountains in the darkness. Behind the distant mountains was Tokyo. Different elemental turbulences were born in different directions of the city. These turbulences formed violent ionization reactions in the atmosphere, and then lightning flashed down one after another from the thick mountain clouds and landed on the top of the building that was still standing on the sea.

"This is...crazy," the man whispered.

The heavy rain washed away the broken limbs and blood on the ground. The number of alien species crawling out of the Red Demon River was astonishing, but the mercury prepared by the academy in advance was not fully used in the filling of the Red Well, so it was used to pour into the cracks.

Mercury is extremely harmful to the dragon blood subspecies. White mercury spots soon appeared on the bodies of a new batch of alien species. They did not even launch an attack immediately, but instead bit each other painfully.

Within half an hour, no more alien species crawled out from underground, but hellish growls were still coming from every crack.

But the beheader from the Snowdon family knew clearly that it was neither himself nor the battlefield that would determine the outcome of this war.

There were more than three giant elemental turbulences detected in the sky above Tokyo alone, which meant that a total of three Dragon Kings had descended on the capital of this island nation.

In addition, there are other relatively smaller elemental tides converging, and under the vortex of each elemental tide is a pure-blooded dragon or a monster with powerful bloodline awakening. The return of God has awakened the children of God, and the descendants of the White King and the army are awakening from their slumber.

Even if the most elite beheaders of the Executive Department were gathered in Tokyo, and those crazy people on the gray list were mobilized from all over the world, I am afraid it would be difficult for the secret party to suppress this matter quietly.

It’s incredible, is this the end of the world?
The dragon kings rushed to the human world one after another, as if they no longer cared about the exposure of their own tribe, as if they were determined to establish the sacred empire again on this lost land.

Until this moment, the angry roar that seemed to come from hell in the deep well that was completely suppressed by the heavy metal manhole cover finally died down, and the beheader smoked a cigarette silently.

The man's brows were knitted, but a thunderous sound was still coming from the well, as if tens of millions of mad dragons were tumbling at the bottom of the well, almost crashing down the well wall, and the earth was shaking like an earthquake.

The Tokyo Meteorological Bureau was so busy today that the small earthquake that occurred in the mountains outside the city did not even attract their attention. The head of the executive department sent away the middle-aged man with a Kanto accent with a very casual excuse of "landslide caused by construction."

There is no need to say more about the Tokyo Metropolitan Government. The country's highest-level administrative body has long been infiltrated by mixed-race people from all over the world. What happened in Hongjing was protected by many forces, and the government departments had no intention of conducting an investigation at all.

The lock tongue of the manhole cover made of forged alloy suddenly made a dull sound, and the roaring sound of the well fell silent. At the same time, the rain clouds in the sky were blown to another direction by the strong wind, and the sound of rain suddenly stopped.

All those who were cleaning the battlefield stopped what they were doing, and hundreds of pairs of candle-like golden eyes flashed from their own shadows and stared at Hongjing.

The water storage well was not originally designed to be used as a prison, so the cover could be easily opened from the inside with the right method.

The beheader held the cigarette in his mouth blankly, not even brushing off the pile of ash.

The pneumatic valve opened, and the sound of high-pressure air entering the metal cavity was sharp and piercing. The manhole cover slowly opened to both sides, and then a ferocious-looking boy slowly rose from there.

A silver and blood-colored mist enveloped him, which was a blood mist mixed with mercury vapor.

The beheader could still recognize Lu Mingfei's facial features. His expression was calm and his facial bones were so hard that he couldn't even make a single unnecessary expression.

His whole body was covered in hard scales, which had a beautiful luster, as if they were forged from black metal. His iron-like muscles slowly rose and fell under the scales, so majestic and so beautiful.

In addition, the child even grew wings unique to dragons, which were huge, narrow, and dilapidated. The wind rising from the bottom of the well blew the pair of membrane wings, carrying Lu Mingfei up and down in the wind.

Lu Mingfei held the dark golden box in his hand. After drinking the blood of the first generation, the Seven Deadly Sins fell into a deep sleep, as quiet as a baby.

The beheader opened his mouth and said nothing, then a strong wind blew away and the ferocious dragon-shaped boy rose into the air.

Under the dazzling light of the sky, the beheader clearly saw Lu Mingfei's face bones, which were as hard as steel, shattered bit by bit, and a ferocious expression appeared on his face. Then he flapped his wings and broke through the sound barrier in an instant!

The boy seemed eager to leave here and go somewhere he wanted to go. The beheader had many questions to ask, but no one could keep up with Lu Mingfei at this moment. Under the red well, he pushed his bloodline to the incredible fourth degree of violent blood.

Every time he pushed the road to becoming a god to such a degree, Lu Mingfei could feel the human part of himself slowly slipping away. Although it was not easy to detect, the violence and cruelty of the dragon were seeping out from his bottomless soul.

If this continues, it is hard to say whether Lu Mingfei can restore his human appearance after using Violent Blood for the last time. Perhaps it would be more appropriate to call him a dragon at that time.

After killing the Yamata no Orochi, he could have gotten rid of this extremely mentally damaging state, but Lu Mingfei did not find the ugly, lowly insect carrying the White King's gene on the Yamata no Orochi's spine.

The holy remains were not on Susanoo's body, and he immediately realized that he had made a fatal mistake.

Since Izanagi has been confirmed to still be alive in this world, but has been sealed in the altar of Takamagahara for a long time, is it possible that the holy remains have never left his body?
What allowed Susanoo to transform into the Yamata-no-Orochi was nothing more than the highly poisonous blood in the body of the noble Second White King.

The real holy remains are still preserved in Izanagi, who had endured three world-destroying words. Now that the snake is free, he may be cruising in the tsunami that swept Tokyo, looking for the next host of the holy remains...

Judging from the experience of another world, Eri is the most promising human being in this era.

The dazzling sunlight poured down from the sky, flowing over the gray cloud mountains that rolled like waves. Lu Mingfei felt the surging power in his body. When he breathed in and out, all the elements around him also breathed in and out. In this state, Lu Mingfei completely possessed the appearance and power of a dragon, as if the highest power in the world could no longer force him to kneel.

He flapped his wings with all his strength and then folded them suddenly. The violent air flowed backwards along his body. He cut through the clouds like the sharpest knife in the world. Dense lightning burst out from the gaps in the clouds with Lu Mingfei's body as the core.

This is a power that only a king can possess, which allows one to appear anywhere in the territory at a speed far exceeding that of sound.

The fourth blood burst plus the dragon bone state were not enough to kill the Yamata-no-Orochi, which was superior to the next generation. Lu Mingze lent his own power to Lu Mingfei, but it was just a tiny bit.

But even just a little bit of the little devil's power is enough to tear the Yamata no Orochi into pieces.

Thermite bombs and thousands of tons of mercury cannot harm God, but the devil can.
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After waiting for everything around him to calm down, the beheader stood alone at the edge of the Red Well, holding an almost burnt-out cigarette in his mouth.

Five armed helicopters were circling above this huge water storage well covering an area of ​​more than two square kilometers with their engines roaring. The dazzling spotlights cut against each other in the hazy skylight like peerless swords.

After letting his eyes adjust to the strong light, the beheader slowly lowered his head. The well was still filled with a thin mist of silver and scarlet. In the beam of light from the spotlight, countless tiny water droplets flowed like a river in the extremely fast airflow.

But the beheader's gaze could still see everything at the bottom of the well through the mist that was dozens of meters deep. He had a feeling that he had crossed the long river of eternity and returned to the battlefield of the Age of Gods thousands or tens of thousands of years ago. The world was dead silent, only the behemoth at the bottom of the well was reluctantly poking its head out of the water, scarlet blood flowing from its dimmed golden eyes.

The beheader of the Snowdon family's pupils dilated, and the oncoming strong wind made his hair fly wildly.

"Oh God..." the man muttered in a low voice.

Everything in the Red Well is like hell. The Yamata-no-Orochi, the monster that Susanoo transformed into in Japanese mythology, is confirmed dead.

It seemed as if it had suffered tremendous torture before death. Each of its huge dragon-like and snake-like heads had a shocking penetrating wound on the back of its head.

Apparently some massive weapon had penetrated its brain from the lower jaw upwards.

The seven deadly sins are still a secret to the secret party, and few people know what kind of weapons are in the bronze box. But the beheader saw Lu Mingfei pull out a seven or eight meter long saber from the box.

But what really horrified him was not the penetrating wounds that caused fatal damage to the Yamata no Orochi, but the damage left on the snake's body.

The person who killed it cut open its mountain-like body, which was probably nearly a hundred meters long, along its spine.

The blood had been drained out, and its bones were pale in color, with green bone spurs growing along the spine exposed to the groundwater, like steel thorns.

Eight heads that could even swallow vans raised slightly. In the short time that the beheader looked at the bottom of the well, the dark gold color had completely faded from the vertical pupils, leaving only a deathly gray. The surface of the gray eyeballs had a marble-like white luster.

As expected, Yamata no Orochi died, having suffered the ultimate punishment in agony.

This creature, which could rival the four kings even in the Age of Gods, seemed to retain its majesty even after death. Everyone who was watching it at the edge of the Red Well trembled slightly.
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The roar of the locomotive engine was like the roar of a lion or tiger. Caesar put the polished Desert Eagle on his waist and inserted the short hunting knife named Dick Tudo into the scabbard hanging on the locomotive fuel tank.

The head of the executive department at Hongjing has reported the situation on the scene to the only person in charge of the Gattuso family at the time, but at the same time Caesar also noticed a figure flashing through the clouds.

He knew it was Lu Mingfei.

No matter what the guy was going to do, Caesar realized that he couldn't be absent.

More roars sounded behind him.

The Gattuso family's army will follow their young master to the god-level battlefield. (End of this chapter)