Dragon Clan: Thought So Far.

The sound of the sword entering the body was so dull that it made people's teeth ache. When I looked again, he had already retracted the long sword with the cherry-colored sheath and was wiping the blood off the blade with the long hem of Yunzhong Juejianji's gorgeous dress.

Many years ago, when Tachibana Masamune sent them to live in the mountains, he said something to Minamoto no Chijo and his brother. He said that when real samurai die, there is always a sound of wind, because their throats are cut, and the air in their lungs is still spewing out of their throats, which will also splash blood.

Only the warrior himself can hear this sound of the wind, because the air in the trachea is so weak, like breathing, as if death is breathing next to your ear.

But at this moment, when Kazama Ruri cut open the belly of the Yamata no Orochi, she actually heard the sound of wind, like the narrow tube effect when a high-speed airflow rushes through an air tube that is narrow on the outside and wide on the inside. The sound of the wind, carrying the smell of blood, came from the wound in the giant snake's belly and almost covered the entire front of Kazama Ruri.

"Dead things shouldn't have a heartbeat, shouldn't have blood pressure, and shouldn't have so much air in their lungs." Fengjian Liuli walked as if on the wind, leaving his shadow in the snow and hail.

The scarlet blood did not splash on his body, but immediately produced large clouds of steam when it fell on the icy ground.

The temperature of the blood is very high, even close to boiling.

The huge wound split open to both sides, exposing the abdominal diaphragm wrapped by the pale muscle tissue of the Yamata no Orochi. The membrane was originally bloodless, but the long sword of the source girl not only cut open the abdomen of the Yamata no Orochi, but also injured its internal organs, and even cut the thing hidden in the belly of the snake. Hot blood spurted out, dyeing the pale membrane covered by spider-web-like dry blood vessels red.

Yuan Zhinu's eyes suddenly lit up, as if a small spark ignited in his pupils.

That was not excitement but vigilance. His heart, as that of an extremely evil demon, was beating violently, pushing the hot blood and the ingredients of the evolutionary medicine he had taken over the years into every inch of his muscles.

Through the pale, translucent abdominal diaphragm, Kazama Ruri saw that the abdominal cavity of the Yamata no Orochi did not contain the complicated internal organs he had originally imagined. There were only densely stacked pale green scales that reflected a thin, cold light in the grayish-white skylight.

The scales of any organism are ultimately a composite structure of tight fiber plates and biofilms, or a composite structure of bone layers and biofilms. The components of the scales of ordinary organisms in the ecosystem are hydroxyapatite composed of carbon and phosphorus. The components of dragon scales are not much different, but the dragon bones will wrap these fragile inorganic substances to form a structure that is difficult for even bullets to penetrate.

The main function of scales is to cover the body surface of organisms to protect them from corrosion by other levels of the ecosystem. They are also an indestructible armor for dragons.

Who would cover their internal organs with armor?
The king jumped down from the spine of the Yamata no Orochi, breaking the ice on the ground. He reached out and grabbed Kazama Ruri's long sword, inserted the sword along the crack of the wound, and then ran wildly along the direction of the corpse.

That sword was as sharp as Doujikiri Yasutsuga and Spider-Kiri. It was forged by a master whose reputation resounded throughout the Japanese archipelago before the ancient alchemy was lost. It was originally a weapon for slaying demons, but eventually fell into the hands of a demon.

The sharp blade tore open the muscles and abdominal diaphragm of the dead Yamata no Orochi with a whistling sound. The contents inside rolled out and the pale corpse immediately deflated.

If it weren't for the ribs still supporting it, perhaps Yamata no Orochi would be just a balloon-like skin.

Fengjian Liuli slowly tensed his body. He had already seen clearly what appeared in front of him. It was a snake.

A giant blue snake that looks like it's dead!
It has folded wings behind it and a pair of curved and sharp horns on its ferocious and beautiful head. Compared to the Yamata no Orochi, which looks like a genetically mutated monster after being exposed to nuclear radiation, this snake seems to be more in line with human imagination of creatures like dragons.

It was much smaller than the Yamata no Orochi and could even be swallowed whole, but some kind of blood suppression was emanating from the snake's body, causing the boy whose body was possessed by the devil to feel a chill in his heart.

The one who was frightened was Minamoto no Chitose, while the one who was excited was Kazama Ruri.

The evil ghost from hell and the boy from the mountains existed in this body at the same time, so his heart was beating wildly, but a ostentatious smile appeared on his face.

The first knife pierced the dragon snake's larynx, but at this time the hideous wound had been almost completely healed. There was a huge amount of mucus on the green scales, and spider-web-like white silk threads grew under the mucus, which were still connected to the abdominal cavity of the Yamata no Orochi.

The king returned to Fengjian Liuli, panting, and returned the knife to him, with an obsessed look in his eyes.

"Is it the dragon that first appeared in the Red Well, Suserihime?" Fengjian Liuli whispered.

"It's her. Look at this great structure. To God, Suserihime is a more suitable host than Susanoo..." The king sighed softly.

Anyone who sees Susanoo's corpse will feel fear, that hideous weirdness, that kind of distortion that shouldn't exist in the world...

But Suserihime's sleeping body looked beautiful. Although it was still hideous, it also had the beauty of a god or a devil.

"It's not dead yet?"

"The god is just sleeping, and the Yamata-no-Orochi is just her food." The king circled around Suseliki's huge dragon head. He pressed his body against the dragon's facial bones and stroked the dragon's scales with his hands as if he was stroking a lover's body.

But Suserihime just rose and fell slowly, with a chill in her breath.

The white silk thread touched the king's haori and his skin. The strong corrosiveness immediately cut the old man all over his body, but he actually uttered admiration from the bottom of his heart, as if admiring himself for finally embracing the ultimate of the world.

The sleeping Suserihime slowly stretched out the scales all over her body, and more fine white silks grew under the scales. The new white silks looked like spider silk and feathers.

They were like living worms, climbing to the edge of the Red Well like lichens, and spreading into the water storage well filled with the corpses of dragon subspecies and thousands and tens of thousands of ghost-toothed vipers.

Dragons will secrete such silk threads from their bodies when they are cocooning or evolving. When they are still full of activity, they are as hard as steel and much more flexible than spider silk. In essence, they are hollow tubes inside. When the end of the tubes captures organic matter, they will secrete toxins that can decompose corpses and plants, and after completely absorbing the opponent's vitality, they will transport that vitality back to the dragon's body through the tubes.

If it is true as the king said that the holy remains were actually transferred to Suserihime, then it can be imagined that the fate of the Yamata no Orochi was already determined when it swallowed its daughter into its stomach.

Suserihime has even completely digested the god's internal organs, and the next step is its bones and flesh. This next generation will completely inherit the White King's genes that the Yamata-no-Orochi plundered from the Akagi River and Takamaga-hara, and will eventually inherit the will of the new generation of White King.

At this time, the white silk that stretched into the red well was suddenly dyed red, and the red color grew towards the dark green snake.

"But our people say that the real Yamata no Orochi is in Tokyo Bay, where a battle is taking place." Kazama Ruri's eyes followed the red end of the thread as it approached the giant snake's body, and then completely injected into its flesh and blood. "So what? God will not favor a failed waste, and Izanagi is just an audience who fell on the way." The king shook his head. He was now like a mad child and an actor on the stage. Not only did he want to shake his head, but Genjiro even suspected that he was already dancing with joy.

No matter who is hidden behind the noble mask, that person must have a deep understanding of the dragon clan.

If they are proud first-generation species, even parasites that only carry their genes will be as proud as them and will not be willing to parasitize on losers.

"Why would it choose a second-generation species?" Yuan Zhinu's eyes flickered. He had many questions, and now was not the time to... kill.

Without even the knowledge of Wang Jiang and even Sakurai Kogure, who was closest to Kazama Ruri, an alchemical matrix had already covered his skin. That sophisticated and magical alchemical matrix was powered by the heart of the Genji girl and would not stop operating until the mountain boy died.

"The Yamata-no-Orochi is different from the four monarchs created by the Black King Nidhogg. It is the first generation created by the Holy Relics copying the genes of the White King and giving fragments of these genes to a certain creature." The king swept the snow off his shoulders and clapped his hands. It was like an order. Immediately, men in black rushed out of the darkness pushing giant cutters.

It was a cutting machine that was large enough and powerful enough. Its saw wheel had a diameter of more than three meters. It was originally used to cut giant redwoods that were two hundred years old. But at this moment, a roar was heard, and the saw wheel slowly approached the sleeping Suserihime.

"The four monarchs have changed their identities and appearances, and have left countless stories in the history of the human world under various names, but they have never left any offspring... I think this is the restriction that the Black Emperor left on the first generation. They cannot spread their genes, which means that their gender has become irrelevant." The king said in a deep voice, his voice almost drowned out by the roar of the engine.
"But Yamata no Orochi is an evolved human. Susanoo and Izanagi have never suffered from the genetic curse. They can give birth to offspring... So in the process of completing their genes, they evolved the ability to grow a second set of sexual organs, and at a certain fault in history, they combined with each other to give birth to Suserihime. We all know that human genes cannot be erased in the process of evolution. Yamata no Orochi will never become a true White King, but their descendants are pure dragons. The Holy Corpse will choose such offspring to parasitize, and eventually the ancient god will stand up from Suserihime's body."

Fengjian Liuli listened silently, his nails digging into the flesh where the king could not see, and the murderous intent in his devilish eyes was almost uncontrollable.

"We have to thank our good boy Lu Mingfei. He destroyed the dragon's brain nerves. The god will have to spend some time to repair this body and then reopen the road to deification. Otherwise, we will be facing the furious... emperor." The king looked up in fascination at the dense sparks that burst out when the saw wheel touched the scales. The light and fire danced on the pale mask. The sound of bones being torn was terrifying. Ravens that had just landed again rose from the surrounding woods.

"But I still don't understand, what if he went on to dissect Suserihime after killing and dissecting Yamata no Orochi?"

"Thanks to our partners, the partners who have always stood by me and my dearest students. Some foolish people call them the Illuminati, and the secret party calls them the kings of the dark side." The king's feathers fluttered in the wind. He stared at the action of the cutting machine and blurted out one of the ultimate secrets in the world.

“But we call ourselves…”

"Holy Palace Medical Association."

Yuan Zhinv carefully pondered the name of this organization and searched for them in her memory, but in the end found nothing.

"Why do you think the cruise ship was sent to Tokyo Bay at that time and happened to collide with Izanagi?" The king looked at Fengjian Liuli and patted the boy's shoulder.

"The throne of this world is right before our eyes. You will be the one to ascend it in the end. You will represent us ghosts and stand among the monarchs of the dark side, because you are also the true king... No, the Supreme!"

"I thought that person would be you."

"No, I'm old, and my bloodline is not as good as yours. My only hope is that if you ascend to the throne, you can grant me a tiny reward from between your fingers, as a reward for me pushing you to the throne." The king said it with great confidence, but Fengjian Liuli sneered in his heart.

"So it was your friend who attracted Ange to the intersection of the Akagi River and the Tama River?" Kazama Ruri narrowed his eyes slightly. In this case, his eyes would be very similar to his brother's, almost exactly the same.

"A great king has decided to help you." The king said with a faint smile.

"But how do you know that the Holy Corpse is in Suserihime's body?" Kazama Ruri asked casually.

"Not long ago, we had a conflict with the Eight Clans of Sheqi nearby and suffered heavy losses because they finally found the Well of God's Bones." General Wang said. At this time, the men in black had peeled out the huge heart. The thing was still connected to the blood vessels and was still beating. The dark green surface of the heart was wrapped in a network of blood vessels and protected in a dark golden bone cage. It looked like a mysterious and magnificent gem.

They placed it carefully on a makeshift dissection table and slowly backed away, letting the heart roar like a war drum.

"I dropped the remains of our ancestors dug out from the family shrine into the well and installed tracking devices and monitoring probes on them. Most of these devices were destroyed, but some survived. What's interesting is that through those probes we saw both Yamata no Orochi and Suserihime at the same time, but all the Ghosttooth Vipers sent the remains containing the White King's gene fragments to Suserihime's mouth."

The king will say.

He walked towards the heart, stroked it, kissed it, and his crazy look made anyone who saw him feel cold!

"One last question. Since the Holy Palace Medical Association is so powerful, why don't you do it yourself?" Yuan Zhinv asked coldly, holding a knife.

"The secret party is also investigating this matter." The king shrugged. "Unfortunately, even the kings of the dark side are unwilling to have a direct conflict with the things around the boy."

He suddenly froze, and his crazy eyes became blank.

General Wang lowered his head and saw the tip of the knife sticking out of his chest. The tip of the knife was moving outward inch by inch, and blood was splattering like a blooming flower.

"You despicable devil, you dare to get your hands on something you shouldn't touch." Yuan Zhinv whispered in his ear.

The long sword was drawn, and then the king heard the sound of whistling wind.

His vision spun around and finally he fell to the ground.

He realized he had been beheaded.

Then the old man's consciousness began to fade, and the sound of a body falling was finally heard.

The world is slowly getting darker, and the huge heart taken from the dragon's body is beating slightly in the increasingly dim world. (End of this chapter)