A man among dragons, building a mysterious ancient church.

Chapter 285 The Secret Party's Trump Card: The Immortal? Sorry, the bull is mine now.
Genjiro temporarily handed his phone to Sakura Yabuki, asking her to help him remember the contents of the subsequent meetings between the various factions.

He walked heavily toward Erii, attracting the attention of Nuwa and Asou Makoto.

Erii looked at her brother curiously. Genji met their gazes and chuckled sheepishly, "Erii, with hundreds of dragons, can your Judgment kill them all?"

“If we can’t get through this, the Black King will eventually rise again, and everything you and I cherish will be destroyed by Nidhogg.”

Nuwa and Asou Makoto smiled slightly. Great! Genji was also fooled by the church's fake incubator. Realizing that smiling like this would easily expose them, they immediately suppressed their upturned lips.

Following her sister Nuwa's instructions, Erii picked up paper and pen and quickly wrote: 'Judgment is impossible.'

Even today, after so much time has passed, Erii still remembers Xu Lie's teachings.

If Genjiro asks her questions, she should write as few words as possible; the less she writes, the fewer clues she will reveal.

Just now, Nuwa was secretly teaching her that if Yuan Zhisheng asked her about the judgment, she should just say that she suddenly couldn't use it.

"Can't be judged?" These words left Genjiro speechless!
What does it mean that the trial cannot proceed? He suddenly realized that the Japanese language, which he had studied and used fluently for over twenty years, felt so unfamiliar at this moment.

"You, no, the judgment, how could you not be able to judge?" If it weren't for Nuwa and Asou Makoto watching, Genjiro might have gone over and grabbed Erii's shoulders to question her.

The reason Erii was dispatched was precisely because of her Word of Power: Judgment, which might be able to slay the Black King.
In the end, Erii actually said that she couldn't be judged? How could Genjiro accept that?

Erii turned to a new blank page in her notebook and continued writing: 'I don't know, I can't use it.'

"Can't use it?!" Genji was shocked and immediately recalled the word-seal technique that the Oni Clan had created a long time ago.

At that time, his royal power and the Yin-Yang School of Yabuki Sakura were sealed and could not be used.

Could it be that Erii was ambushed and had her Word of Judgment sealed by the Oni Clan before leaving Tokyo?!

Damn it, damn it! Yuan Zhisheng's face showed a rare anger, and his originally effeminate cheeks began to heat up and turn red.

If only they had known this would happen, they should have joined forces with the Old Church sooner to completely wipe out the Demon Clan! Faced with the Black King, a matter of global security, the Demon Clan still dared to secretly target the Snake Clan!
"What happened? What are you talking about?" Nuwa seemed very concerned about Erii. With a swaying serpentine body, she came to Erii's side and looked at Genjiro.

Genjiro's eyes still held lingering anger, but he barely managed to suppress his hatred for the Oni Clan: "According to incomplete statistics from the video conference of various forces, there are nearly 170 dragons on the island, or even less."

"If, if Erii could use her Words of Power, she might be able to kill all the dragons, but now, now..."

"Eri, explain yourself clearly. When is it impossible to use Judgment?"

"Hey!" Before Erii could write again, Nuwa had already swum up to her: "Keep your voice down, you're scaring Erii!"

"..." Genji was speechless. He? He scared Erii?

At this moment, Yuan Zhisheng, a dignified hybrid of the highest rank, felt a pang of bitterness and injustice in his heart.

Before Genji could explain, Erii had already held up her notebook: 'After arriving here.'

Upon seeing this, Genjiro's anger subsided somewhat. Since they couldn't use the trial method after arriving on the island, the suspicion of the Demon Clan had already been eliminated, but his brows furrowed even more.

Does Erii's statement imply that the Black King Hatchery possesses a magical ability to seal off high-level incantations?
His Word of Power, number 92, can be used normally, while Erii's Judgment number 111 cannot be used. Could it be that all Words of Power above number 110 have been locked and sealed by the Black King?

Even in its embryonic stage, before it has broken free of its cocoon, the Black King possesses such abilities, making it difficult for Genjiro to imagine how powerful the Black King would be once it emerges from its cocoon.

"Master!" Just as Genji was pondering, Yabuki Sakura had already run over, followed by Yasha and Crow: "Master, look, Angers, over there in Angers!"

Yuan Zhisheng thought something had happened and quickly took the phone. Seeing this, the others also took out their phones.

In order to unite and fight against the Black King, the Secret Party has made a big investment in communication and imaging satellites. Norma has granted these people temporary access to the Secret Party's satellite footage at any time.

It's like watching a live stream, except this one is a bit bloody.

Suddenly, Angers, leading a group of vinyl figures, launched an attack on the dragons!
Angers was like a ghost on the battlefield, almost impossible to catch his movements and figure. Even the eyesight of the mixed-race could only barely catch him disappearing after each flash.

With each flash, a fifth-generation creature would develop a small wound.

However, the size difference between the two sides, and the folding knife wound left by Angers, will heal automatically for the fifth generation after a while.

Unfortunately, without going into a frenzy, Angers' physical abilities are limited. His folding knife can't even break through the scales of a fourth-generation species, so he can only bully fifth-generation species.

No one knew that the Philosopher's Stone powder on the folding knife had been secretly wiped off by Angers; otherwise, a single strike could have directly damaged the spirit of the fifth generation.

But not Angers; the vinyl figures from Angers in the past performed exceptionally well.

Hundreds of mysterious figures, clad in black latex suits and wearing black breathing masks, silently charged towards the dragons. They seemed like a group of dead men, without shouts of battle, without changes in their eyes, and without any sense of life; they were like ghosts crawling out of hell, rushing towards the dragons.

Because of their silence, what truly takes the lead is the thunderous roar of the dragons that shatters the clouds!
To the proud dragons, this was an act of usurpation by the hybrids. How dare they charge at them when they had stolen their dragon power?

The dragon's roar, imbued with ancient fury, could be vaguely heard even by Genji, who was ten kilometers away. If he were actually there, wouldn't his ears ring and he feel like he was about to vomit blood?

The dragons roared and stomped across the earth as they arrived. Hundreds of black vinyl figures creaked as the gaps between their bones disappeared, triggering elemental turbulence.

Arcs of lightning flashed across the sky from time to time, the temperature around the vinyl figures fluctuated, and the earth seemed to resonate with them.

And just like that, they clashed head-on with the dragons!
Like a bicycle colliding with a large truck, hundreds of black-clad figures were sent flying and crashed heavily to the ground. In a head-on charge, they were no match for the horde of dragons.

But they didn't utter a sound, like unconscious dead people, and quickly stood up. Even though some of them had broken bones, they could rise in a strangely soft form that defied human ergonomics and launch a second attack.

Furthermore, during the second charge, the broken bones rapidly healed, and the torn wounds closed again.

Word of Power: Lord's Flame, Word of Power: Indra, Word of Power: Hundred Mountains, Word of Power: Vast Ocean—the Black Vinyl People unleashed various high-risk Words of Power, clashing with the dragons.

Nuwa, watching the video, frowned deeply: "What are all these?"

Yuan Zhisheng's eyes were unpleasant as he focused on observing the strange skeletal structure of the vinyl figure. How come it looked like his dragon bone structure?

But shouldn't this be a privilege reserved for royalty and high-ranking dragons?
How did Kassel manage to create hundreds of hybrids in dragon bone form? And how did he manage to possess such unreasonable power?
Like Nuwa and Yuan Zhisheng, all the hybrids who landed on Bello Island took out their phones and saw the battle, marveling at the hidden trump card of Kassel.

Norma's voice suddenly came through the live stream. It was the Secret Party's decision to reveal their trump card, and Norma was specially asked to give a brief explanation: "This is the monster from the bottom of the ice cellar at Kassel College."

"It is the guardian of the ice cellar, and also the secret trump card that the Secret Party prepared to deal with the Black King—the Immortal."

"Every immortal was once an outstanding A-grade hybrid with bloodlines infinitely close to S-grade in life. However, they were gradually eroded by dragon blood and were about to lose themselves. In their final moments of lucidity, they voluntarily accepted the transformation."

"I voluntarily accept the most sophisticated genetic programming, chemical modification, and alchemical human transmutation by the Secret Party, and dedicate everything to protecting humanity's great cause of slaying dragons."

Norma did not provide further information about the top-secret documents, as they involved the dark history of the Secret Society, which could even be traced back to the Middle Ages, an era when dragons were experiencing a significant resurgence.

Driven to the brink of despair, the Secret Society reconstructed this dark human transmutation system from ancient dragon texts. With the help of the genetic and chemical technologies of the time, they barely managed to create the Deadpool, a hybrid race, and finally launched a counterattack.

Even without these words, the immortals' terrifying combat power still shocked the mixed-bloods. While listening to Norma's explanation and watching the live stream of immortals fighting even with their hearts pierced, they felt their scalps tingle.

Is this even human?
Although it sounds noble, claiming to be a sacrifice for the great cause of slaying dragons, the way they can fight even when they are lifeless and mindless doesn't seem like they are human at all.
While some are afraid, others are happy. The Secret Party has even sent out their trump card, the Immortal. If they can win, they might actually win. As long as they successfully break through the dragons, they can defeat the Black King!

As Chu Zihang watched the live stream and slowly approached the battlefield, many thoughts flashed through his mind.

He knew very well that these people were all users of the Bloodlust, because Normakopri had said that they were all A-grade hybrids who were infinitely close to S-grade, and had even been corrupted by dragon blood to the point of almost losing their own selves.

The bloodline of ordinary hybrids will not change. If they do not take bloodline drugs indiscriminately, they will not be corrupted by dragon blood to the point of losing control, unless they use Blood Explosion.

In other words, these hundreds of black vinyl figures, long, long ago, in order to slay dragons, had to master the Bloodlust and were on the verge of corruption when they were transformed into immortals. Many years later, they are still fighting for the Secret Party.

Angers appeared beside Chu Zihang without warning: "You're here?"

"Hmm." Chu Zihang remained expressionless, but he was inwardly troubled, unsure of how to address Angers now.

Should we address him as Principal Angers? Or should we simply call him "senior"?
He was summoned by Angers, and after listening to Norma's explanation, he understood what he needed to do.

Angers is actually a courier, while Chu Zihang is responsible for receiving the packages.

Without a doubt, warriors like the Immortals are worthy of respect. It's just a pity that their positions are different. Chu Zihang raised his hand without hesitation.

The Necromancer's Gloves gleam brilliantly!
The hundreds of immortals who were still fighting suddenly stopped and ceased to move. The enraged dragons seemed to have heard something, their fury dissipated, and they released the immortals.

This unexpected turn of events surprised countless mixed-race individuals. What... what's going on?
Angers' face was beaming with such a bright smile that it almost made his old face swell with laughter.

An immortal being? Made from a bloodthirsty hybrid after death? It's just a weapon that's hard-countered by the Necromancer's Gloves. A corpse without a spirit, to put it bluntly, it's no different from a ball of velvet in the Necromancer's Gloves.

Angers was laughing, and Chu Zihang was laughing too, a rare laugh for him.

Because the newly promoted Reaper potion has actually begun to digest? And quite a bit of it!

Even if the quality of the hundreds of immortals is insufficient, their sheer number is enough to consume a portion of the potion.

"So that's how it is!" Chu Zihang suddenly understood. Attacking the target's weaknesses was one of the Harvester's rules!

(End of this chapter)