Dragon Clan: Thought So Far.

A large group of dark shadows slowly stood up from the rushing flood of the ancient city. Without exception, they were all wearing dark wind cloaks and holding rusty weapons.

The old men of the Kansai branch remained calm. They lit tobacco rolled up with old newspapers and held it in their mouths. They frowned and took off their white priest robes. Under the robes, they wore old but obviously well-maintained black suits.

They sat in their respective cars and talked in low voices, and in a flash, pale scales covered the old men's cheeks.

In a corner unknown to everyone, the family has been raising such a group of evil ghosts. When they were young, they were the best ghost slayers, and they all carried a blood feud planted by the fierce ghosts. Some of them had their parents slaughtered, some had their children taken away, and some watched their wives being injected with evolution drugs and becoming irreversibly turned into Deadpools, and finally had to pierce their loved ones' hearts with their own hands.

Their hatred burned as fiercely as fire, hatred for the fierce ghosts, hatred for the evil ghosts, hatred for God, and hatred for the eternal curses that flowed in their blood vessels and in their family genes.

Neither wealth nor power can tempt them, because these old people live in the world just to wait for death, and in the process use the fire burning with their lives to burn all the ghosts that appear in front of them into ashes.

The Kansai branch was established after World War II, when Japan was defeated and the Snakesaki Eight Clan suffered heavy losses. The remaining young people in the family united to form an organization to hunt down the demons throughout Japan.

This first group of old men retired from the front lines of combat about twenty years ago.

The Executive Bureau at that time was at its peak under the leadership of Tachibana Masamune and Inuyama Kaoru, and even became an organization that could compete with the executive part of the secret party to a certain extent.

With the semi-colonial behavior of Americans towards Japan, Western thoughts once again swept Japan after the Meiji Restoration, and human rights ideas emerged. The family heads believed that the cruel style of the Kansai branch was no longer suitable for the future war situation with the evil spirits, so eventually, under the impetus of Tachibana Masamune, the old men of the Kansai branch who already had powerful armed forces gave up their identities and status in the family.

In other words, these old men are the only armed forces among the eight families of Snakezaki today that have not been infiltrated and possibly controlled by Tachibana Masamune.

Since being summoned by Gen Chisei, the real Kansai branch, which reassembled after a lapse of 20 years, has been gathering strength. At this time, the old men were in high spirits, the doors of Lexus cars were pushed open one after another, and the shiny black leather shoes were unscrupulously stepped in the puddles, splashing large water drops.

Then eight high-powered sports cars roared and lined up at the end of the viaduct, with a steep downhill slope in front of them.

A tide of black shadows walked out from the reflection of Takama-ga-hara in the Night Food Field. They all had exactly the same face, so pale as if the never-ending rainstorm had bleached their skin color, with no whites of their eyes visible. The bottom of their pure black eyeballs was tinged with a hideous golden color, their long hair was wet by the rain and was disheveled, their crimson armor was incomplete, and their foreheads were tied with a rotten white cloth.

The old people were shocked but relieved. The monsters that had survived from ancient times to today in the Night Food Field were wearing real red armor, which was the leather armor of the elite cavalry of the Takeda family during the Warring States Period in Japan. You can't see a complete set of red armor in the museum nowadays. Wearing these things is like wearing antiques to fight. The strips of cloth were dragon gall, phoenix, spider, horse head, Yaksha...

The family crests of the eight Sheqi families gathered in this army composed of alchemical zombies. The descendants of the White King stared at each other, and the living and the dead also stared at each other, as if they were about to start fighting in the next second.

Suddenly, heavy and slow drum beats rang out one after another on the silent viaduct. The red-armored knights all raised their heads, as if attracted by the drum sounds and returned to the battlefield of their former life.

The drum beats were chaotic and dense, and seemed to compete with each other, eventually turning into a tide of drum beats, and finally even the torrential rain in the sky was vibrating with the drum sounds.

Those were the hearts of the old people. Each of them had a cold and indifferent expression on their faces. In their hands, they were crushing the emptied glass syringes, with blood-red liquid still remaining in the syringes.

That was the dragon blood poison that the Shezaki Eight Clan developed by imitating the evolutionary medicine seized from the fierce ghosts. It was more powerful but also had stronger side effects!

The scarlet evolutionary medicine was pushed into the bodies of these gray-haired old men through the carotid artery, and then carried into the heart along the blood vessels. Then their hearts, which had been silent for twenty years, began to beat loudly in their chests, the sound seeming to drown out the drumbeats of a thunderstorm.

The old men slowly raised their faces, each of them had a burning golden eye. They carried the knives on their shoulders as they had done many years ago. Their backs, which had been hunched for a long time, became straight as if time had been reversed. Their atrophied muscles became plump, and deep red blood veins bulged out of their bodies like a tangled group of snakes.

There was an eerie silence in the rain, and the Deadpools who had reached the end of the ramp were suddenly covered with black smoke and dust. They were originally wearing black wind cloaks, but now those wind cloaks were turning into black ashes.

The hands holding weapons in the flying black ashes were dry and pale, with sharp claws. Golden pupils lit up one after another in the black army, and the pupil light was like a flickering flame.

There are even more Deadpools running in the ancient city. They are running wildly along the wide sacred road, like a rolling black tide, or like a group of demons pouring out of hell.

A huge black shadow flapped its wings, stirring up a chaotic elemental tide and emitting a sharp and hard roar like metal grinding. It was a dragon-shaped Deadpool that was seven or eight meters long including its tail. It was covered with bluish-white scales, and under its human-like upper body was a slowly twisting powerful long tail.

The monster's shadow in the sky was holy and evil, pressing down with majesty like a violent storm.

"A servant of God, who was killed in the Night Food Field and then made into a corpse-guarding prince." Someone said.

The only thing that can be called a king in the Age of Gods is a true dragon.

According to some ancient documents, in the Age of Gods and the Age of Kings, not only were tens of thousands of alchemical corpse guards buried in the foundations of the great cities ruled by the First Generation, the kings would also kill the traitors who opposed them and use their corpses to make things similar to corpse guards.

Each dragon corpse guard is the most terrible and loyal predator. Their bones can survive for 100,000 years without decaying. In the environment of Nibelung, this time will be even longer, almost eternal. Their spirits imprisoned in their bones will not die, but will gradually become crazy in endless loneliness and hate everything living in this world.

However, this dragon corpse guard did not launch an attack at the first moment, which means that its mind still remained incredibly rational.

The purple-white lightning spread out in the depths of the clouds like a towering tree, and the fierce light of thunder and lightning illuminated the ancient creature.

It was so withered that there was not much muscle and tissue left. The human-shaped part had slender bones. Although it looked ferocious, it had an inexplicable ferocious beauty. The long hair hung down on the pale skull, rolling like pale clouds.

Lightning penetrated between the dragon corpse guard's ribs and sternum. There were no organs in its body anymore. There were only nerves covered by the cold black death metal like pipes, covering and entwining every bone.

The slender and powerful tail also seemed to be reduced to bones, but the surface was still covered with beautiful and enchanting white scales in the fierce light, slender and graceful, like a graceful dancer.

Dozens of surging murderous intentions locked onto the Dragon Corpse Guardian who was slowly flapping his wings to stir up strong winds and elemental tides. The old men were not afraid of such things in the first place, and the drastic dragon transformation after being injected with the evolution drug made them completely forget what fear was.

The ancient alchemical swords that had drunk dragon's blood decades ago woke up one after another and trembled on the shoulders of these old men whose bodies were steaming with heat.

But the dragon corpse guard, who had such great majesty that seemed to be able to destroy everything with a wave of his hand, was not angry.

Instead, it slowly fell into the bright headlights, and after standing upright, its three-meter-tall body swayed gracefully like a cobra controlled by the sound of a flute, and finally gently crawled down, with its palms and forehead touching the rough asphalt road. Everyone was confused, but immediately there was a loud thunder behind them!
That was not thunder, but the great heartbeat that overwhelmed everyone else with its own power!
At the same time, a huge sound of wind came from the same place as the thunder, and it was clear that something was breathing in that terrible sound of the wind!

The old men looked at each other, only to see that each of their companions' eyes had become the eyes of a dragon. Their golden pupils were filled with indifference towards everything, even their own lives.

The pale, withered red guards suddenly walked to the bottom of the slope with heavy steps. They raised their heads, and pale scales covered their rotten, zombie-like cheeks. Then these things crawled down like the Dragon Corpse Guards.

The evil spirits will not bow down to their descendants from the human world, but will only bow down to the newborn king.

Half of the old men pointed their long swords at the medical cabin behind them that was performing blood transfusions, while the other half held a cigarette in their mouths and looked down at the ancient evil spirits.

They raised their swords at the same time, their movements were in unison, as if this was a war to annihilate a country.

Another dragon corpse guard pushed aside the clouds and landed heavily among the old men. It did not even show any anger or hatred towards the living. It just growled in its throat and stared in the direction of Tachibana Masamune.

The old man standing in front of it pulled out a modified revolver of huge caliber, and flames shot up from the muzzle. The thunderous roar dispersed the rain curtain around it, and the huge bullet embedded itself into the brow of the completely unsuspecting Dragon Corpse Guardian, and it was forced by inertia to look up at the sky.

The dragoon lowered his head again, and in his empty pupils he reflected the hunter whose revolver was still smoking.

The long sword was unsheathed and slashed towards the dragon corpse guard with a blazing whirlwind, but as soon as the sword was raised, the old man's throat was strangled.

His reinforced larynx cracked with a loud noise, and the Dragon Corpse Guardian spewed anger from its eyes. Its sharp claws slowly exerted force, almost killing him.

But the whistling sound of the wind sounded again, and this monster that had been dead for thousands or even tens of thousands of years let out a roar from between its teeth, threw the old man more than ten meters away, and crawled heavily on the ground.

The whole world was breathing along with the awakening thing. Rich blood spread out from the cracks in the medical cabin in an orderly manner. The gases were sucked in and out by the wind. Within a few seconds, huge amounts of them gushed out from the cracks in the medical cabin. Within a few seconds, they were pressed back into the coffin covered with quartz glass by the terrifying wind pressure!

The scaly white claws pierced through the quartz glass cover, and white flames burned on each finger.

The medical cabin fell apart in the next second. It was not destroyed, but burned by some force or some high temperature into ashes that collapsed in the wind and rain.

A sacred and hideous shadow stepped out of the ashes. He was huge and beautiful, shining with white luster. He was even dazzling in the darkness of Nibelung.

That thing can no longer be called a human being. Tachibana Masamune obtained the first fetal blood generated from hematopoietic stem cells after Minamoto Chisei was parasitized by the Holy Corpse. He inherited it with his soul and body...

God’s authority.

His body no longer looked old, and the black windbreaker turned to ashes when the medical cabin was burned. However, beneath the ashes was not human skin, but a scaly dragon body. Gnarled muscles rippled under the scales, and his bones were thick and deformed. The scales all over his body opened and closed, just like Lu Mingfei or anyone else would do when they turned into a dragon, using this method to disperse the excessive temperature in the body.

The heavy rain poured down on Masamune Tachibana and instantly turned into steam, emitting a shrill whistle.

The ground beneath his feet cracked, and Tachibana Masamune stepped out of the cage of ashes. He looked left and right and then up at the sky. There was some curiosity in the eyes of this lowly clone, but his posture was as perfect as the Black King's creation. When he looked around, he was like a newborn demon looking at the world.

Just a second later, the look in his eyes changed, becoming greedy and fierce, and he was so excited that he seemed to be dancing.

Gold filled his eyes, and it seemed as if lava was flowing in his eyes.

He looked up at the world again, his face cold but...

Dominate the world!

"Fire." Tachibana Masamune stood quietly in front of the Dragon Corpse Guardian and pointed his finger at the top of his own zombie's head, like a priest facing a sinner who was sincerely repenting.

But the dragon corpse was howling miserably, and light shone from its skull, as if the head was actually a crystal handicraft with a lit lamp inside.

Then its body became transparent. There was really fire burning inside its body, but not a single flame overflowed.

The Spirit of Words. Jun Yan.

In other words, absolute dominance over the element of fire.

Chu Zihang can use "Jun Yan" to turn anything it touches into dangerous flammable substances, and now Tachibana Masamune can do the same.

When all the combustible materials in the Dragon Corpse Guardian's body burn, it will explode like a napalm bomb. A huge amount of heat is released in an instant, stripping away the Dragon Corpse Guardian's nerves and muscle tissue still attached to the bones.

The huge bronze skeleton twisted in the flames like a demon struggling in pain in the sulfur spring of hell.

"You are full of vigilance towards me, my student, but your justice forces you to make a choice." Tachibana Masamune looked back at the medical cabin of the motionless Gen Chisei with an expressionless face, and laughed slowly and wildly.
"This is……"

"You lowly human!"

He spread his wings, smashed through the clouds like a cannonball soaring into the sky, and disappeared into the core of the Night Food Field.

The next second, all the deadpools raised their heads, and murderous intent surged towards the top of the viaduct from all directions like a tide. (End of this chapter)