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

Chapter 411 The Last Chance
"Do you know the feudal dynasties in ancient China? Not everyone can become an emperor. If you don't have enough ability to crush the dynasty, it's not that easy to usurp the throne."

"In this case, most of those who can inherit the throne are of royal blood. This royal blood is the threshold. Only those with royal blood can compete for that position. Otherwise, whether it is the prime minister or the general, in the final analysis, they are just ministers."

"Your current situation is very similar. You are extremely powerful and even hold military authority, but your own strength is not enough to cover the entire dynasty, so you can only follow the inheritance system. At least you must first obtain the qualifications to become the Black King before you can compete for the position of the Black King."

"To sum it up, you need an admission ticket, or an identity, more than strength."

The waves were surging and sweeping, and amid the overwhelming sound of the tide, the boy's voice was gentle, just like the most ordinary warm afternoon tea, where two familiar friends were quietly chatting about an interesting topic.

When Yuan Zhinu heard this explanation, she suddenly realized that it was no wonder that she always felt that she had no chance of winning. No wonder she always felt that she was missing something. No wonder, no wonder...

Although the memories and power inheritance left by the White King are among the best in the dragon clan, the White King is ultimately just a split from the Black King, and his identity and status are different.

The Black King is a life form born from the world itself. He is the master of the world and possesses the highest authority in the world. Whether it is the White King, the four monarchs, or even the entire dragon clan that split from him, they are all just his subjects.

Everyone is in a different plane, so the outcome of the battle between the Black King and the White King thousands of years ago was already determined.

The White King will definitely die, just like she will definitely lose now.

The fate was already predetermined, as if it was a pre-written script. Everything was proceeding step by step, and even the ending had already been written.

The other party was a being far superior to herself, and the White King's predictive ability failed, but Gen Chitose still saw her own ending as if she had foreseen it, because she had gained the ability to see the script.

She has indeed become very powerful, so powerful that she has gained a certain say and the ability to see the script, but she is still a player in the game.

Because the opponent is Nidhogg, the top existence in this world.

After taking a deep breath, Yuan Zhinu looked at the boy in front of her and asked calmly, "So, you have a solution?"

"Didn't I say I would give you this identity?"

The devil smiled, and his smile was very polite. His delicate facial features could even be considered gentle and elegant. There was no trace of the devil at all. He looked so high and mighty as a god.

"You guessed it, my body is in Black Swan Harbor."

"That is the final throne I prepared for my brother, but unfortunately, my brother doesn't want it, so you get it for free."

"Go ahead, eat me, and you will have the qualifications to become the Black King, and you will have a real chance of defeating Nidhogg."

"Why are you helping me?" Yuan Zhinv frowned: "I don't think our relationship is so harmonious."

Their relationship was not only unharmonious, they were even once considered mortal enemies.

But in the face of her questioning, the devil just smiled faintly. He seemed to not care about anything and no one knew what he had experienced.

"I'm not helping you, I'm just giving you a chance."

"To me, this world has lost all its meaning. You have disrupted so many of my plans that I have no way of convincing Lu Mingfei. In this case, I will give up this world."

"If you fail, I will restart the world. For Lu Mingfei and I, this will be another failed ending and a new beginning. We have experienced this many times, but you are different."

"You won't have a second chance, because you are not the real Genji. If you fail, the world will be over. After the restart, you will no longer be yourself. You will die beyond death."

"So, whether it's life or death, restart or escape from death, what the final outcome will be depends on how far you can go."

"Go ahead, I'll wait and see."

He raised the glass in his hand, drank the champagne in it, let go of the glass, and let it fall to the ground and shatter.

Amid the sound of shattering wine glasses, the illusion collapsed, and Yuan Zhinv found herself still standing at the door of the ward. However, inside the door of the ward, there was no sea, nor any bloody frenzy, but only the regular mechanical ticking sound of machines.

The doctor in a white coat looked at the girl who pushed the door but didn't come in strangely, and asked in a low voice: "Young Master, is there anything wrong?"

Yuan Zhinv shook her head and said nothing. She didn't even look inside the ward. She turned around and left, leaving the doctors looking at each other in confusion.

She did not alarm anyone, but only sent messages to a few important friends and family, telling them that she was going to the Arctic Circle and did not know when she would be back, and asked them to delay as much as possible during this period.

After sending the message, she turned off her phone without giving anyone a chance to reply.

However, what she didn't expect was that just as she was about to walk out of Genji Heavy Industries, she saw someone standing at the door.

The girl was wearing a loose kimono, with her hair roughly tied up with a red headband. Her delicate face was filled with a pair of affectionate and charming eyes. She just stood quietly at the door, staring at Genjitsu quietly.

Sighing, Yuan Zhinu walked over resignedly and whispered, "How do you know I haven't left yet?"

"I don't know." Sakurai Kogure said softly, "But whether you leave or not, I will wait for you here."

Genji fell silent. She reached out and touched the girl's long, smooth hair. Sakurai Kogure asked in a low voice, "Will it be dangerous?"

"I don't know." Yuan Zhinv said, "But I promise, this is the last time."

"If I come back safely this time, everything will probably be over."

"Then I will take you away from Japan and let you live the life you want."

Sakurai Kogure looked at the person in front of her steadily, with tenderness in her eyes. She nodded and didn't ask anything, but just said:

"Okay, I'll wait for you to come back and pick me up."

……

"The young girl has set off. Although we don't know what she has discovered, she should have come up with a solution."

In the conference room, Uesugi Yue whispered, "Her last message was for us to delay the situation as much as possible and wait for her to come back and clean up everything."

The word "purge" seemed to carry a thick, unconcealable murderous aura. The entire conference room fell into a moment of deathly silence, and everyone was shocked.

The vice-principal even forgot about abstraction and disconnection, and murmured: "That's Nidhogg, the Lord of the World, how dare she be so arrogant? And what solution can she find?" "Although I don't know what solution she has found, I will always believe in her." Yuan Zhisheng said calmly: "Besides, we have no better choice at this time except waiting for her, right?"

The conference room fell silent again. Although they didn't want to admit it, Yuan Zhisheng was right.

Facing Nidhogg, humans are like ants, and hybrids are just slightly larger ants. In the face of natural disasters, the power of ants is ridiculously weak.

They had no power to resist, nor any chance to struggle. If it weren't for Genjiro, they would probably have just had to wait for death.

Therefore, even if they did not believe in Yuan Zhinv, they had to believe it because they had no other way out and were already in a desperate situation.

"In that case, there is no point in saying more." Angers spoke up, breaking the silence: "Let's think about how to delay a little longer."

"Faced with this kind of enemy, what can we do?" The vice principal sighed. "From the moment he wakes up and opens his eyes, it won't be long before the whole world is destroyed. I ask you, what can we do?"

"There's nothing we can do except wait to die."

These words were very discouraging and full of helplessness, but they were the vice-principal's true thoughts at the moment.

It’s not that he is too decadent, but that his opponent is too strong. This gap makes people feel deeply powerless.

"You have to struggle." Pompey shrugged: "Since no matter what you do, you will die, then it proves that you can do whatever you want."

"Now that it's like this, don't worry about whether they are humans or hybrids. Just use all the technology you can. If you can delay it a little longer, then delay it a little longer. Maybe that's all that matters."

"Our pretty girl hasn't given up yet. It would be embarrassing for us old guys to give up first."

"So what you mean is that we should send a message to the Pentagon now?" Uesugi Yue's mouth twitched: "Let all countries actively prepare for war? How should I put it? It means that prehistoric creatures have awakened and want to destroy the earth? This is too outrageous."

"No, no, no, of course not." Pompey raised his finger, a smug look on his face: "Although our family has declined, our network of relationships is still there. There is no need to alarm everyone."

"Just find a few high-ranking officials who can make the decision and discuss it. I believe that other mixed-blood families have also been infiltrated in this way. It's okay to let the national level know some inside information. It can't be concealed anyway, but it's better for the lower-level people to know it as late as possible to avoid riots."

"It's time to put all the accumulated experience to good use. Notify those mixed-blood families. If they haven't contributed to the end of the world yet, when will they contribute?"

This dandy man who was always obsessed with beauty looked like he was going to conquer the world. He was even very excited. "Isn't he the king of the dragon clan? We should prepare missiles, artillery fire, and even nuclear weapons for him to celebrate his new life."

"But there are problems with doing this..."

The discussion next to him was obviously very noisy, but Yuan Zhisheng was too lazy to listen. He looked at the sea surface on the projection that was still changing rapidly.

The blood color was getting thicker and thicker. Even though I was sitting in Japan, thousands of miles away, I could almost smell the thick smell of blood through the screen.

The sea surface was churning like a pot of boiling soup, making people wonder what drastic changes were happening underneath.

The countdown for Eva continues, with 73 hours left.

Will this be the last 73 hours for humanity and the entire world?
No one knows.

The Eight Snake Families finally reached a conclusion after discussion, that is, they must not sit and wait for death. Although there are only more than 70 hours left, there are still many things that can be done in more than 70 hours.

All existing hybrids have received the message that the moment of decisive battle has arrived. Those who have money should contribute money, those who have strength should contribute strength, and those who have neither money nor strength should seize the time to train themselves to avoid becoming cannon fodder.

There were also undercurrents between countries. Pompey went to the United States in person. No one knew who he met or what he said, but the end result was that they obtained weapons support.

Everything is being prepared in full swing, and the oppressive feeling of impending storm lingers in everyone's mind. Even some ordinary people vaguely feel that something seems to be wrong.

All content discussing doomsday topics on the Internet has been censored, but it still cannot suppress the fear in people's hearts. Conspiracy theories are everywhere, but no one cares about them and no one has the time to do so.

Everyone knows that this will be the final battle, and life or death will depend on these two days.

……

The countdown is final 65 hours, deep in the Arctic Ocean.

Xia Mi floated right above the whirlpool, overlooking the seabed that should theoretically be impenetrable. Next to her stood the expressionless Eri, or rather... the expressionless Constantine.

The sea roared, the red waves rolled, and the aurora above the two people's heads formed a vortex shape. All the changes proved one thing, a restraint-level event was about to begin, and the twilight of the gods would come in a place without the sun.

Xia Mi smiled silently. She tried to dodge here and there but failed in the end. But when the moment really came, she felt that it was nothing. Just like what that madman said, if it doesn't work, then die. It doesn't seem like a big deal.

"Hey, kid." Xia Mi tilted her head and asked Constantine, "Are you scared?"

Constantine shook his head: "I'm not afraid, but Eri is a little scared. I'm comforting her."

"If you can get through this time, what do you want to do?"

"I want to go out and play." Constantine said, "Eri said there are many interesting places in this world, and I want to go see them all."

"Hmm." Xia Mi said, "Then let's pray."

“Pray that this time, we can get through this.”

At the same time, Yuan Zhinv pushed open the door of the old wooden house.

Behind her was endless ice and snow, and the buildings were mostly destroyed. In front of her was a dilapidated hut filled with rusty torture instruments. On the only narrow wooden bed, a boy sat quietly.

It was the dry bones of a boy, with a heavy bronze color, like a handicraft made of pure copper. Crystalized eyeballs were embedded in the eye sockets of the skull, like a pair of golden glass beads.

Thousands of bones fused together to form many organs that had never been seen in any textbook. Two bundles of thin bones on his back opened like a fan. Those were his wings. The boy reached out and grabbed the wing bones on his back.

And in his chest, there was a bent spear nailed, that spear made of the branches of the world's branches, which cut off all his life.

Just like Jesus being crucified on the cross.

(End of this chapter)