A man among dragons, building a mysterious ancient church.

Chapter 282 The Charge of the Dragons

The Spider Cutter flashed, cleaving the last Kamaitachi in two. Genji skillfully swung the blade, flicking it to shake off the blood, before elegantly sheathing the sword.

"Your brother is pretty amazing, Erii."

Hearing this, Genji turned around speechlessly, looking at Nuwa who was clinging to his sister, and Asou Makoto who was standing next to the two of them with a smile.

Yuan Zhisheng couldn't understand why the relationship between these three women could progress so rapidly in such a short time, and why they got along so well.

Because Nuwa was with Erii, the Snake Clan's group could only follow the Zhou and Bai families and the believers of the Tokyo Diocese as they ventured deeper into Bello Island.

While clearing away the bloodstains along the way, they also encountered an attack by a group of Kamaitachi. Fortunately, the team they brought this time consisted of elites, and with the help of the Old Church, they managed to drive away the Kamaitachi without serious injury.

Moreover, Yuan Zhisheng glanced at Nuwa again; the opponent was indeed terrifyingly strong. Just now, when fighting the Kamaitachi horde, Nuwa condensed a Dawn Armor and charged into the Kamaitachi horde alone.

With the Condensing Light Sword in his left hand and the Gathering Light Blade in his right, he attacked relentlessly, like a mowing-down lawnmower, completely ignoring the attacks of the Kamaitachi. He even used the Word of Power: Ice Emperor after venturing deep into the area alone.

The team avoided casualties by minimizing the number of Kamaitachi.

The domineering aura he exuded in battle was completely different from his current cheerful demeanor; they were like two completely different people.

Nuwa completely disregarded Yuan Zhisheng's thoughts and quietly asked in a low voice, "How is it, Erii? Did you record it?"

Both of them were Sequence 6. After Erii watched it a few times, she had already recorded the extraordinary abilities of the Nuwa Master and gained new abilities. The Recording Officer's Magic Medicine was also digested accordingly, which made Erii particularly happy.

Seeing how happy they were, Genji thought for a moment and then came over to interrupt: "Be vigilant. We've only just landed on the island and we've already been attacked by a group of weasels. There might be more dangers to come."

The three exchanged glances and nodded in unison, particularly agreeing with Genjiro's view that "the deeper one goes into the island, the more dangerous it becomes."

Even Genjiro couldn't figure this out. Is this really your first time meeting? How can you be so in sync?

Back with his team and continuing forward, Genji was completely baffled. He could only slash at the blood streaks while seeking help from his female secretary: "Sakura, do friendships between you girls really develop this quickly?"

Before Yabuki Sakura could answer, one of the retainers, Yasha, laughed and denied it: "Impossible. As far as I know, some of the family's businesses, patriarch, you know, are mainly in the area of ​​romance and action movies."

“In some small workshops, there are only five actresses living in one dormitory. As a result, they managed to create four chat groups in that one dormitory. Tsk tsk.”

Genjiro glanced at Yasha with surprise, not because he was surprised that there were four groups in one dormitory, but simply because he was surprised that this retainer knew so much about a small film company.

He even knows all the chat groups in that dorm room by heart. How many times has Yaksha been there?
This time, Yaksha was right, so Crow didn't stop him: "Every time I go to Ginza for drinks, the hostesses complain to me about how their colleagues steal their business or how they show off their designer bags."

"I've been there so many times that they've started using me as an emotional dumping ground. Every time I go there, I can't drink in peace. I can only listen to them constantly nagging about what happened to so-and-so colleague."

"When women talk badly about someone behind their back, they really don't hold back. If they do this with acquaintances, how can they become good friends with strangers they've just met so quickly?"

Genji looked at the two men with suspicion, vaguely feeling that these two retainers were not very reliable in this regard.

In the end, Genjiro chose his most trusted female secretary: "Sakura, you speak."

Sakura Yabuki calmly raised her hand, adjusted her glasses, and gave a cold and cruel answer: "Master, I have no female friends."

“…”*3.

Silence, silence is Cambridge tonight.

Despite her current position as the assistant to the head of the Snake-Headed Eight Families and her high status and power, Sakura Yabuki actually grew up in a war-torn region. Thanks to her dragon bloodline, she did not die in the war. Later, she was brought back by the main family and became Genji's assistant.

Along the way, apart from Genjiro, the crow, and Yasha, Sakura Yabuki did not have frequent contact with anyone else.

Unlike Yasha, who goes to see actresses after work, or Crow, who goes drinking in Ginza, she quietly arranges tomorrow's schedule for Genjiro and is always on standby.

Over the years, she has become like a shadow of Genjiro.

The patriarch and his two retainers fell silent, exchanging glances. Neither Crow nor Yaksha looked at Genjiro, but he knew they were probably thinking about him, about him asking Yabuki Sakura such a question. Genjiro gave Yabuki Sakura an apologetic look; he hadn't noticed this before. His mouth moved, but Yabuki Sakura anticipated his words and spoke first: "Patriarch."

"There is danger here at any time. If you have anything you want to tell me, please do so after you leave Bello Island."

"..." Yuan Zhisheng pursed his lips and finally only said "Okay".

Yes, he had just reminded Erii and the other two that the deeper they went into the island, the more dangerous it would be. How could they be thinking about such nonsense at a time like this?

But in the end, he was the one who owed Sakura.

Spider Cutter's blade flashed even more fiercely, as if he wanted to unleash all of Genji's inner displeasure, severing all the blood vessels in front of him.

The crow and the yaksha were sweating profusely, not daring to utter a word. Fortunately, they didn't need to be afraid for long. As they ventured deeper into the island, they could faintly hear the roar of a dragon coming from ahead!
The dragon's unique roar was so distinctive that Yuan Zhisheng, Nuwa, and the others all focused their attention and gripped their weapons tightly.

They're getting closer; the commotion is getting closer and closer.

What appeared in the woods ahead were not dragons, but more than twenty hybrids fleeing for their lives, charging and crashing along the way, afraid of being slower than their companions.

In an attempt to overtake their companions, they recklessly crashed into trees to escape. The trees here were already withered and depleted of all nutrients, making them extremely fragile. The hybrids easily smashed them into piles of dead wood fragments.

"What is that?" Sakura Yabuki quickly judged from the other party's clothing: "Master, that's someone from the Pharaoh's Society."

Just then, the Pharaoh's Church's hybrids clearly saw the Old Church and the Serpent Clan. Some hybrids accelerated and rushed towards them, as if they could be saved as soon as they got there.

Some of the mixed-race individuals quickly veered off in another direction, seemingly believing that even the Old Church, along with the Snake Clan, could not withstand the threat lurking behind them.

Only a very few hybrids, who possessed a modicum of strategic thinking, shouted as they ran, "Dragon! There's a dragon chasing us!!"

"Roar!!" An even clearer and more distinct dragon roar came from the forest behind the Pharaoh's Council.

One, two, three blue-black, triangular-shaped heads and mountain-like carapaces on their backs—the fifth-generation species—stretched their thick limbs and crawled vigorously through the forest, pushing aside dead trees like bulldozers, charging toward all the hybrid species.

"Three heads and five generations...!" Yaksha shouted, preparing to have the brothers from the Execution Bureau grab their weapons and go up to show those guys from the Pharaoh's Council how powerful the Snake Clan was.

Before the words were even finished, the fourth, the fifth, and so on, more and more fourth and fifth generation species of various colors began to rush out of the dense forest.

At first, they could be seen from afar, and then wriggling black lines quickly spread out. In an instant, the dragons' sharp scales and snow-white fangs became clearly visible.

The high-frequency rumbling sounds grew ever closer, making it difficult to distinguish whether they were the footsteps of a dragon or the beating of one's own heart.

Immediately, the rumbling grew louder and louder. The vibrations from the dragons' charge were no longer muffled or vaguely uniform. As the dragons approached, everyone could distinguish the irregular thunderous sounds of countless iron hooves madly trampling and tearing the earth!
The earth-shaking tremors caused by the multiple fourth- and fifth-generation hybrids trampling the ground were like underground thunderclaps, rolling along the surface and slamming into the hearts of many hybrid species.

Moreover, the dragons were shoulder to shoulder, and the thunderous roar was mixed with the cold, sharp sound of their scales rubbing together, savagely piercing the eardrums, as if foreshadowing the approach of death.

Every hybrid felt unsteady on its feet. The massive commotion created by the collective charge of dozens of dragons was truly terrifying; it was more like an earthquake than an earthquake.

The dust that was stirred up gradually rose into the sky, obscuring the tree branches and making the clear sunlight blurry and chaotic, as if a sandstorm had swept in, plunging the sky and the earth into a haze.

The sheer power of the dragons was overwhelming, surpassing even the collapse of mountains and the force of tsunamis. Even the brave mixed-race warriors who had come to fight the Black King turned pale, lost their will to fight, and deeply felt their own insignificance.

Even Yaksha, who had spoken first, dared not let his brothers go up and display the bravery of the Snake Clan.

If it were just a few fifth-generation species, it would be easier to handle. With the patriarch there and his elite forces, they could take them down with a little effort.

Dozens of dragons! Who could withstand that?!

Now, the Snake-Headed Eight Families, the Zhou and Bai Families, and the believers of the Tokyo Diocese finally understood why the Pharaoh's Hybrids ran away so fast without looking back—because at this moment, they also wanted to run away!

If we don't run now, we'll be trampled into baby-chan and cherry-chan by the dragons.

(End of this chapter)