Dragon Clan: Starting from obtaining Yaki, counterattack against the gods

Chapter 343: Nice weather for burying a dragon king

The light from the spotlight could only penetrate less than 5 meters into the river water. In front of Lu Mingfei's eyes was a rich dark green color. The water was turbid and there were plankton everywhere.

The water pressure seemed to burst his eardrums. The pressure gauge showed that they had dived to a depth of nearly 100 meters. High-pressure gas was injected into their diving suits, helping them resist the external pressure and making them look swollen like the Michelin man.

"Take a deep breath, otherwise the pressure will really rupture your eardrums. The current depth is only over 100 meters, and the target is still more than 200 meters away." Chu Zihang's voice came from the headset: "It is expected to dive for another 15 minutes."

"It's only more than 100 meters? I feel like I'm about to collapse." Lu Mingfei took a deep breath, and the condition in his ears eased a little.

But he soon discovered that he seemed to be the only one having a hard time, while everyone else seemed to be doing it with ease. Eri even looked around curiously. If it weren't for Gen Chisei stopping her, this girl would have lost herself.

There is no need to talk about Chu Zihang, his expression was as calm as if he was taking a walk, as if the terrifying water pressure did not exist at all. Yuan Zhisheng was similar to him and still had the mood to take care of Eri. As for Ling, he was half fish, so what was a big deal about going into the water?
The most outrageous one was Fingel. They had agreed to be losers together, but once he got into the water, this guy was like a fish in water. Like Zero, he was like a half-fish. It was hard to imagine how he developed such advanced diving skills. Their group was the happiest swimmer.

So after all this time, Lu Mingfei is the only one who is really a wimp.

“Is there still a chance for losers to survive in this world?” Lu Mingfei murmured, feeling lost among the elites.

"Hold on to me, we will descend naturally." Chu Zihang said, "We are going to enter a deeper crack, pay attention to your position."

Lu Mingfei hurriedly did as he was told. There was an underwater crack under his feet. Each group held on with both hands, relaxed their bodies, and were dragged down by the heavy lead weights on their belts. They were tightly clamped by the uneven stone wall.

Lu Mingfei raised his head and saw darkness above his head. The pressure continued to increase. They didn't know how long they had been diving until Yuan Zhisheng's voice sounded.

"We're here," the man whispered.

The beam of the spotlight shone forward, and a wall appeared in front of them. It was a huge wall that extended infinitely to the left, right, upward and downward.

Under the spotlight, it glows with an ancient green color, and mottled copper rust covers it like a layer of cotton wool. Unnamed plants grow in the foamy copper rust, and thin silk threads sway gently with the water flow.

This is the outer wall of the Bronze City. Even though this is the second time Yuan Zhisheng has come here, he is still amazed by this thing. It is simply a miracle.

"This thing looks quite old." Lu Mingfei took a deep breath and exclaimed, "It's incredible that such craftsmanship existed thousands of years ago."

"So how do we get in?" Finkel looked around: "I don't see a door."

"It's a living spirit." Chu Zihang pointed at the slightly raised human face on the bronze wall. Looking at the painful face with a burning match in its mouth, he said calmly, "It's in the mission information Eva gave me. The door can be opened with blood of sufficient bloodline."

"Before the Bronze Plan, we also implemented the Kuimen Plan. This is not the first time we have started this. The last implementation of the Kuimen Plan was said to have been successfully completed, so this time we have a detailed route and a complete plan."

"Whose blood should we use? S-level blood?" Finkel looked at Lu Mingfei and shrugged, "You can't use my F-level blood anyway."

"Lu Mingfei can, and so can Eri." Yuan Zhisheng said, taking out a tube of blood from his pocket and stuffing it directly into Huo Ling's mouth: "But taking their blood will tear the diving suit, so Zhinv prepared blood for us in advance."

With a crisp click, the test tube broke, but the blood strangely did not overflow, as if it was swallowed by something.

Then everyone watched as the bronze face moved. The entire face emerged from the wall, the rust on the surface cracked, and the sharp canine teeth suddenly opened and closed with a "crackling" sound.

The living creature suddenly opened its mouth, which became bigger and bigger. If no one had seen it with their own eyes, no one would dare to believe that a "person" could open his mouth so wide, unless he had no jaws and the structure of his mouth was like a giant snake swallowing an elephant.

When everyone turned around, they saw a huge black mouth that looked like it wanted to... eat them.

Lu Mingfei felt a black screen before his eyes, and the next moment his hand was grabbed by Chu Zihang, and a huge whirlpool instantly sucked them in.

Lu Mingfei subconsciously wanted to scream, but before he could make a sound, the water became chaotic and a figure vaguely appeared in his blurred vision.

Lu Mingfei looked at it intently, his eyes widened instantly, and he subconsciously shouted: "Old...Old Tang!"

But no one heard his voice, because the huge whirlpool had swallowed them up, and the roaring sound of the water buried everything, leaving no sound or figure, only an endless darkness.

……

The Three Gorges Reservoir of the Yangtze River, the "Kuimen" in ancient times.

On a clear night, due to the ban, there were only a few lonely boats moored by the river. The entire Bronze Plan was empty. The river was calm, and the water reflected the light of the stars and the moon.

The man waited anxiously on the empty shore, occasionally looking up at the sky, the time, and then at the still calm river surface.

Judging from previous transactions, this employer has always been the most punctual, but given the current chaotic situation, not to mention the major half-dragon families, even the Dragon King can hardly protect himself, making it hard for him not to worry.

As the agreed time was getting closer, the sound of water was heard, until the last moment, the roar of a helicopter suddenly resounded in the sky, like a giant black bird flying across the sky, and finally landed on the green grass.

It was a Mi-17 helicopter, a pure Russian-made aircraft.

Only this kind of large helicopter with auxiliary fuel tanks can fly across the vast ice sea, cross multiple countries, and finally come here. Its former take-off platform was probably an oil drilling platform in the North Sea or another large ship anchored outside the thick ice area.

The pilot opened the door of the cockpit and jumped down, respectfully opening the cabin door for the distinguished guest in the rear cabin. Even in such harsh conditions, the pilot did not forget etiquette, just like when he parked a Rolls-Royce sedan in front of the red carpet of the yacht club.

The man in black sat in the cabin, holding a glass of red wine in his leather-gloved hands. The man who came to greet him was stunned. He finally waited for the mysterious employer, but the employer's luggage was a pile of coffins. The cargo hold behind the employer was filled with layers of coffins, ebony with gold-plated handles, in a uniform shape.

"Oh, you must have been waiting impatiently. It took some time to salvage the cargo." The employer in black jumped off the plane. He was wearing a black suit, a white bow tie, and a leather mask on his face so his features could not be seen clearly, but his voice was warm, like a kind elder, patiently explaining the reason for his lateness.

"The tsunami swept too many people to the bottom of the sea. It's a pity that many of the goods with excellent bloodlines disappeared in the icy sea. It would be bad if they drifted to some place they shouldn't go and became nutrients and woke up the wrong people. I just spent a little more time."

"It's okay, it's okay. You've come at the right time." The man bowed, his tone and gesture were very respectful. The employer looked at him for a few times, as if thinking: "You are the child of the Chen family, right? I think I have seen you before. What's your name?"

"Chen Han." The man said, "I am Chen Motong's brother."

"Yes, yes, I saw you when you were little. At that time, Chen Motong had just come out of the laboratory. There were a few kids peeking at him, and it seemed like you were the leader."

"You have a really good memory." Chen Han smiled. "Then sir, do you need to ship your goods to the Chen family for processing first? They may be easily rotten if they have been soaked in water. We have first-class processing technology."

"No, no, these are empty." The employer waved his hand and said, "I'll deal with the ones in the Arctic. I'm here to see if there are any new goods to take away. I'm afraid the Yangtze River is not peaceful tonight."

"Yes, according to reliable information, the Bronze Plan will be launched tonight, and the Academy's Moniah is already in place. By this time, the plan should have already begun. The Academy has sent out elites, and every bloodline should be able to meet your requirements."

"That's right, but I'm afraid the bloodline is too high and I can't handle it." The employer sighed, "So, there is still no news about Chen Motong? Your father told me at the beginning that he had a way."

An unnatural look flashed across Chen Han's face, and the gloom in his eyes was not concealed: "Chen Motong hid in Japan and didn't come out at all. We sent several groups of people to look for her, but they were all eaten by the Deadpool. The Eight Snake Qi Families have raised countless Deadpools, and our people can't get in touch with her at all."

"Father thought she would leave Japan and go to America to find Kazama Ruri, but she actually hid in Japan. It was our mistake. Please give us a little more time."

"It's too late." The employer shook his head and looked at the calm river surface. Not too far away from here, the woman was standing on the boat, waiting to reap Norton's life.

So what comes after Norton?
How many Dragon Kings are still alive?
Whose turn is next?
The man was too lazy to think about it, because he knew that he and Gen Chinuo had been at war to the death for a long time. He had been planning for a thousand years, but he never expected that in the end, this good situation would be out of control because of a small chess piece like Gen Chinuo. This forced him to admit that even gods make mistakes sometimes.

The biggest mistake he made was that he mistook Genji for Herzog. He thought he could control Genji like he controlled Herzog.

Herzog is a ghoul with a greedy heart in his chest. He will devour all the people he can eat and eventually turn into a monster oozing with pus and blood.

Therefore, he can completely control Herzog by greed, just like a piece of meat placed in front of a vicious dog. The vicious dog will never know that every piece of meat he eats is carefully cooked by others and sprinkled with drugs that others hope he will try.

Genjitsu is also a ghost, but she is an evil Asura ghost that came out from hell. She is cruel and bloodthirsty, killing people without blinking an eye, and her heart is filled with hatred. So he thought he could control her with hatred, but what he never expected was that inside the seemingly ferocious evil ghost, there is actually a human heart.

She did have endless hatred, but she was not blinded. She did not kill Yuan Zhisheng who caused her to fall into such a situation, nor did she kill everyone as he expected. The cowardly human heart was extremely disappointing.

But it was precisely this human heart that became the only flaw in his thousand-year plan.

"If Chen Motong is reluctant to leave Japan, can we not kill her first and create a new bride directly?" Seeing that the man didn't speak for a long time, Chen Han asked cautiously: "We will do our best to find a candidate."

"Silly child, only when Chen Motong dies can there be another bride. If the old body is not destroyed, how can the soul go to the new body?" The employer smiled, seeming a little helpless: "But compared to the fact that we lost the groom, the bride is nothing."

Chen Han was stunned: "You mean Caesar also..."

"Yes, Caesar also went to Japan. It's really a headache, isn't it? These children always have their own ideas, which always makes us adults feel helpless."

"Besides, Caesar's problem may be bigger than Chen Motong's. He should know the truth by now. He is a smart kid, but he is always too naive."

"Compared to his father, he is still far behind. After all, who would have thought that a useless playboy would have revenge in his heart."

Chen Han was stunned again. He knew who the man was talking about, Pompey Gattuso, a well-known playboy in the mixed-race society, who was determined to sleep with all the beautiful women. He only wanted beauty and not power. He was the eccentric head of the family who was called the stud daddy by Caesar.

To be honest, many people look down on such a useless man, and Chen Han is no exception.

Because he knew that although Pompey was the head of Gattuso's family, he was just a nominal manager, and the actual power of the Gattuso family had never been in his hands, so it didn't matter how crazy he was, and no one would have too high expectations for a stallion.

But now, this person says that what the Playboy has in mind is not women, but revenge?

What hatred did he have? Hatred of the Gattuso family for making him the head of the family, giving him countless money and unparalleled power so that he could pick up girls, right?

"Some people linger among countless women, but it's just to hide the person deep in their hearts. They look very frivolous, but it's just to hide the hatred burning like fire in their hearts."

"He cheated Caesar away because he knew how important Caesar was to us. But it doesn't matter. I will always get what I want. It's just a matter of paying a little more. But in front of the big plan, what can't be given up?"

"what do you mean……"

The man did not answer him. He just looked at the bright moon in the sky and said with some emotion: "Tonight is a good day, suitable for burying a dragon king."

"It's also suitable for the new king to return to the throne."

(End of this chapter)