Dragon Clan: Thought So Far.

Red well.

The corpses with miserable deaths were piled up in the valley, and the blood flowed along the gullies washed out by the water into the water storage well that had completely sunk.

Each corpse was almost in pieces. The lead core bullets wrapped in thin brass shattered immediately when they hit them, and the lead core was deformed. This deformation directly created a cavity effect in the bodies of the executive department specialists.

The shield-shaped emblems scattered on the ground revealed the identities of these corpses. They were the members of the Kassel Academy Executive Team who were responsible for staying behind to clean up the scene, participated in the Hongjing mission, and assisted in killing the Yamata no Orochi Susanoo.

From the scene, it was easy to infer what had happened not long ago. Tons of large-caliber bullets covered the area from all directions, and the supersonic warheads rotated and tore apart any living creatures that were affected.

Men in black rushed out of the woods in all directions driving bulldozers. The rubber tracks rolled over broken ice and bone fragments, making dense crushing sounds.

——The battle started and ended in an instant. Before the people in the academy even realized what was happening, this temporary camp had been completely covered by firepower from artillery positions set up by US troops stationed in Japan dozens of kilometers away.

The sudden artillery fire tore through the academy's defenses and caused the battle-hardened elite troops to fall into a momentary panic. It was in this moment of panic that the second round of offensive was launched from the sky and the mountains in all directions.

The heavy armed helicopters cast shadows that blocked out the sky, and the trees on the mountain collapsed, revealing the cold machine guns and ferocious muzzles that had been set up below.

The thunderous sound of gunfire completely submerged the area near Hongjing like a tide. The sound of the tide lasted only a few seconds before the world became silent as death.

The one still standing in the end is the mighty beheader, the dragon-slaying sword honed by House Snowdon.

He carried a huge sword on his shoulder, and a fiery torrent emanated from his body. In the smoke, blood, and bones, the man looked like a bronze sculpture. The bullets could not penetrate his muscles, and the artillery fire could not burn his flesh.

Word Spirit. Bronze Throne.

Bloodline origin, the king of bronze and fire.

He roared and charged towards the old man who jumped down from a ten-meter-high helicopter, his expression as ferocious as a demon.

The blood of pride flows in Snowdon's surname. He is too proud to bow to anyone. Even at the last moment of his life, he wants to die in the charge.

So what finally ended his life was the beautiful arc of the knife like a girl's eyebrow.

It was a cherry red long sword, the blade flashing with cold light, and the force was so powerful that it reminded people of some air pressure-driven machines when it cut through the cervical vertebrae, but the hand holding the handle was slender and soft.

——The bulldozer scooped up the body fragments and the frozen soil and gravel, rumbled to the edge of the Red Well and dumped them in together.

A huge amount of bubbles emerged from the deep water, and the bright blue tide swept past, devouring all the blood, flesh and bones. After they swam past, only sand and stones scattered like dust were left in the dumped debris.

Even though the gods temporarily living in the Red Demon River have died, the ghost-toothed vipers that depend on dragon genes for survival are still lingering in the underground red river. However, this continuation will not last too long. Soon, nature's purification function will bring the Red Demon River, which has lost all its divine bones and gods, back into its embrace. The underground river will eventually become a dead river rich in mineral iron, and such a large and incredible ecosystem will never be rebuilt.

The huge lifting equipment was transported here and assembled in just a few tens of minutes, and the crane originally installed nearby by the college was also reactivated.

Dozens of spiral steel nails were driven into the spine of the huge corpse of the Yamata no Orochi Susanoo, and a crane hung a hook on it. Amid a loud rumbling sound, the god with his head severed was lifted up from the red well.

The underground river water with denatured proteins floating in it and smelly white steam separated from the god's corpse in all directions, and the viperfish corpses and lung snail shells hanging on the huge mountain-like corpse fell back into the water with a splash.

Dozens of steel cables used to secure corpses were suddenly tightened. The sharp metal whistle pierced everyone's eardrums like a knife tip. A shadow slowly rose, and the people watching the scene let out low exclamations.

In their eyes there was joy at the coming of a new era, but also a kind of disbelief and slightly trembling fear.

The scales of the Yamata no Orochi still covered its entire body, but many of them had been torn apart by sharp weapons, revealing the pale muscle tissue underneath. Pale green bone spurs grew along the vertebrae that were exposed to the air after being cut open, and its face was full of sharp bone protrusions.

What a majestic and great creature it is! The group of helicopters hovering in the air cast circular spots of light on the body of the Yamata no Orochi, and its shadow covered the wall of the well.

"What a great creature, but such a great creature is just an abandoned failure." The old man wearing the mask of a nobleman looked at the magnificent corpse through the eye holes of the mask that was both funny and chilling.

One can already hear the irrepressible joy and excitement in this guy's voice, his eyes followed the god's corpse from bottom to top, until the huge shadow completely covered him.

The body of the Yamata no Orochi is as thick as a cement tanker, and its abdomen is even more swollen, as if it is a pregnant female snake with its belly filled with huge snake eggs.

The long tail meandered from the wellhead to the surface of the water, and then collapsed on the metal guard plate of the well wall, as soft as if someone had pulled out its bones.

The sharp blade Ame Murakumo, which was hidden in the long tail of the Yamata no Orochi and was known as the sharpest long sword in the world, was taken away.

There was no doubt that it was completely dead. All eight of its long necks were cut off by the fierce knife, but the broken ends were not smooth. It was as if an extremely huge shark had leaned down from the sky and bit off those originally majestic and ferocious dragon heads with its serrated fangs.

It took six cranes to lift up only the body of Yamata no Orochi. When Lu Mingfei killed it, he destroyed the monster's ganglion at the tail end of the spine, and tore the heart of Yamata no Orochi into pieces with the rage of a mad dragon.

The crane that stood like a giant skeleton was making a slight sound of metal deformation due to being overloaded. In the valley, the men in black silently used a bulldozer to clear away all the corpses of humans and alien species, and pushed the mixed and inseparable pieces of meat together with the soil at least thirty centimeters thick on the ground into the Red Well.

More ghost-toothed vipers rose from the depths of the Red Well. Those tiny snake dragons swung their long tails on the water, crushing the fishy protein foam and using their sharp teeth to tear apart the half-cooked alien corpses scalded by boiling water.

Apart from the sound of the tide, the only sounds at the bottom of the well were dense clicking sounds. The teeth of the ghost-toothed viper were hard and sharp, and could even tear iron ore. It was no problem for it to crush the alien bones whose bone structure had been destroyed by high temperatures.

The dragon heads that were cut off one after another were still floating on the water. Because they were completely dead, the golden eyes that represented bloodline and status also turned into a pale marble color.

Eight pairs of pale snake eyes looked dimly toward the mouth of the Red Well, as if the souls trapped in hell were greedily craving for the flesh and blood of the human world.

Each dragon pupil reflected the face of the king, a nobleman from ancient Japan. On the pale mask were vermilion lips and iron-black teeth, with a dignified smile on his lips.

"You have the power and prestige of a god, but in the end you are just a beast to be slaughtered. The name of Susanoo is not on the list of future gods. The door of destiny has been closed to you many years ago..."

The king uttered the last two words coldly. The official mask seemed to grow directly on his skin. As his tone became increasingly gloomy, his expression was actually changing.

"Reptile," he said. The crane's steel cable, carrying the body of the Yamata no Orochi, passed over the heads of the King General and the Minamoto no Chitose and landed heavily on the open space behind them.

The endless rainstorm has stopped, and after the rainstorm, there is a cold wave from the north to the south. The fine snow and hail in the cold wave are like falling ashes, and a thin curtain of snow hangs under the gray sky.

Fengjian Liuli was wearing a white kimono, and her long hair, sparkling with cold silver light, was draped over her shoulders like a waterfall.

The cold wind blew past, and the thin and light Yunzhongjue Sword Princess's dress on his body fluttered in the wind.

He was so slender and light, and even his shoulders looked as lonely as a girl when he held the cherry-red sword in his arms.

Fengjian Liuli slowly raised his head. His eyes were extremely beautiful and bright. The gray and white world was reflected in his pupils. In the depths of his eyes, there was a childlike joy that the king could not detect.

His long white hair fluttered in the wind, and the mountain-like corpse of the Yamata no Orochi rose and fell behind him.

"When we learned that the secret party sent several young people to Japan, we all knew that Lu Mingfei was actually a guy with a devil in his heart." General Wang waved his hand, and hundreds of fierce ghost members gathered at the edge of the Red Well retreated silently along the way they came.

He and Fengjian Liuli stood side by side, but they were facing different directions. Fengjian Liuli was still facing the red well wall that reflected the faint blue light, while Wang Jiang was staring at the towering and dazzling corpse.

Observing the corpse of the Yamata no Orochi from close range at this moment, General Wang could silently feel the extreme violence gushing out from those wounds.

Even though the boy was holding the mythical weapon forged by His Majesty Norton to kill his brother, it was hard to imagine how he could deal with eight ferocious dragon heads while piercing the heart of the giant snake with a giant saber.

The king pressed the edge of a scale that was oddly shaped and almost rotten in texture, and with a slight force he pulled it out by the roots.

Under the eye sockets of the noble mask, the pair of dark golden pupils suddenly shrank.

Under the scales, the flesh and blood of the Yamata no Orochi looked as if it had been plowed by an iron plow, and there was not a single intact inch to be seen.

It can be imagined that the battle must have ended very quickly. The boy, who already had a record of killing kings, burst out with a speed comparable to time zero and a strength that could wrestle with gods under the red well. He instantly destroyed the Yamata no Orochi with extremely strong defenses, making it unable to even use the Word Spirit Yamata.

After every head of the god was chopped off, the heart was pierced, and the ganglia on the spine were destroyed, its body still survived for a while. The eerie scales were stimulated to grow by the spirit of words, but after only growing to half, the life of the giant snake was completely cut off.

"Or maybe he doesn't have a devil in his heart." Wang Jiang whispered, "He is the devil himself..."

Genjitsu did not say anything. She just held the long sword with a cherry-red sheath in her arms and looked at the sky quietly.

"But we have reached the end of this ancient road called Huangquan. Even if he is a devil, he can't stop us." The king gently stroked the pale scales of the Yamata no Orochi, with a fascinated look in his eyes.

"The rubbings of the first edition of Kojiki stored in the Yamata-no-Orochi Shrine said that the so-called holy bones are actually parasites carrying the White King's genes. It will attach itself to the spine of the host to control the body and soul of the Yamata-no-Orochi." Kazama Ruri said softly. His voice was soft and light, and it sounded a bit like Eri, but a little deeper, so it had masculine characteristics.

The huge corpse crawling in front of them like an abandoned train silently released the majesty of this great creature when it was alive.

Under the grayish-white sky, the Yamata-no-Orochi looks like a statue from ancient times that has not yet decayed.

But the statue's back was completely cut open. The person who killed it obviously wanted to find something from the god's body. He peeled off its flesh and blood to find its bones, and then went all the way down along the spine until he pulled out Ame no Murasakibara.

The dark green bone spurs pointed obliquely toward the sky, like two rows of sharp swords.

But there was nothing on the spine, only a pale knife mark.

The snow fell, the wind stopped, and the king silently stroked the cold snake scales.

"Come here, my proudest student." He said to Fengjian Liuli, "Come to my side quickly."

Veins bulged on the back of Fengjian Liuli's hand, but the reaction disappeared in an instant, and he turned around obediently and came to the king general.

"Reach out your hand and press it against the scales."

Fengjian Liuli did not hesitate. She stretched out her right hand from her arms as the king said, spread out her slender fingers, and gently pressed on the pale, still intact scales.

The expression on his face gradually changed from dullness to astonishment, and finally to horror.

He slowly raised his head to look at the king's face, and saw that the man wearing the official mask was also looking at him. The golden pupils in his eyes were as flickering as a candle held in hell.

The corners of the bright red lips on the mask slowly rose, getting bigger and more exaggerated. It was the kind of laughter that was extremely powerful and performative. The black haori trembled in the old man's laughter, and the folds of his clothes and long hair were like flowing water.

"This is impossible……"

Feng Jian Liuli murmured, "How could it be, how could it be..."

"There's a heartbeat, right?" After the king had laughed enough, he jumped onto the highest point of the Yamata no Orochi's back and looked down at the dead beast with disdain.

"It's dead." Fengjian Liuli said in a low voice through gritted teeth.

"Of course, of course, it's dead!" General Wang opened his arms. He was so proud and so arrogant, as if his years of forbearance had finally paid off.

"The boy wanted to find the holy relics, but he failed. Do you know why?"

"Because the holy bones have escaped and landed on the offspring who is truly suitable for it!" The king said the answer without waiting for Fengjian Liuli's reply. He was too proud and urgently needed to show his own strategy and his despicableness.

"Use your knife to cut open its belly, my student, the time has come for us to march toward the throne together!" The king panted and gave his order. (End of this chapter)