A man among dragons, building a mysterious ancient church.

Chapter 353 Ancestral Calamity, Imperial Blood Bows
Old George, a member of the Secret Party's Elder Council and the current head of the St. George family, looked puzzled: "The ancestors of the Snake Clan? Are they also considered a disaster?"

Ancestors, in the general understanding, are all buried dead, how could they cause a disaster? They can't possibly crawl out of the ground, can they? At least use some science, right?
The hybrids didn't know much about the Snake Clan before, and thought they were just ordinary hybrid forces.

After Ince exposed Herzog's conspiracy and publicly stated his intention to steal the White King's power, the views of various factions on the Snake Clan changed.

Although there is no concrete evidence, everyone believes that the Snake-Headed Eight Families are descendants of the White King.

But no matter how powerful the White King's bloodline is, they can't be resurrected after they die, right? It's one thing for the Dragon King to be resurrected, but for a hybrid to be resurrected is just too outrageous.
Since he was called an ancestor by Genji, he must have been dead for countless years. How could he possibly come back to life and attack Tokyo?
Yuan Zhisheng's expression was also somewhat unpleasant. He felt that the matter being discussed had a hint of a hellish joke. Ancestors coming back to life to attack their descendants—was this a disaster or the extermination of unworthy descendants?

Putting this thought aside for the time being, Genjiro recounted the records in the ancient murals of his family: "The earliest ancestor of the Snake-Headed Eight Families was fortunate enough to obtain dragon blood from the White King."

The representatives of all parties nodded in tacit agreement. They had suspected this beforehand, and Genji's admission proved that they were right.

Seeing that the representatives had no questions, Yuan Zhisheng continued to explain the family mural: "From then on, the descendants of the White King began to thrive on this land."

"But because they lived in ancient times, our ancestors had different ideas than we do now. They would protect their homeland even at the cost of their lives."

"Therefore, every deceased ancestor is made into a corpse guardian by his companions."

Corpse Guardians, as the name suggests, are guardians created using the corpses of the dead and alchemy.

Similar to the Secret Society's trump card, the Immortal, but inferior in quality, the dead guardian cannot use Words of Power, and unlike the Immortal, it cannot heal itself after being injured.

While inferior to the immortals, the Corpse Guardian can still be a nightmare for ordinary hybrids because alchemy enhances the corpse, making its physical strength far exceed that of ordinary hybrids.

Moreover, the essence of this thing is a corpse, devoid of consciousness, feeling no pain, and tireless; it is the purest killing weapon.

Corpse Guardians are essentially dead, unable to eat or digest. In order to maintain the energy for movement, the ancient alchemy in their bodies requires blood to be converted into energy, so every Corpse Guardian is extremely bloodthirsty.

If a group of zombies were to invade Tokyo, then mountains of corpses and seas of blood would become a reality.

Upon hearing this, the representative of the Tamoan family felt a chill run down his spine: "They...they've all been turned into corpse guardians? No one is an exception? Have you ancient hybrids from the Snake Clan gone mad? How could you do such a thing?"

If it were just one or two corpse guardians, that would be one thing, but the ancient Serpent Clan actually turned every single one of their deceased clansmen into a corpse guardian, leaving none of them to be laid to rest. This is too insane and chilling.

Now everyone understands what a disaster from the deep sea is. Those ancient hybrids from the Snake Clan have turned into corpse guardians and are likely to attack Tokyo Bay!

If all the factions were at home, no one would care about the fate of Tokyo. If the Corpse Guardians were to storm the city, so be it. It has nothing to do with them. Better to die for their own cause than for themselves.

At most, afterward, out of humanitarian concern, they might offer a few words of condolence, or, if they're feeling particularly kind, provide relief supplies and that's it.

The problem is! They coveted the power of the White King and transferred their remaining elite troops to Tokyo to search for traces left by the White King. Now that the Corpse Guardian has arrived, they will also suffer!

The last Black King incident on Bello Island resulted in the loss of many elite troops from all sides, leaving almost none. If they suffer even greater losses this time, their lineage might be wiped out.

If corrupted hybrids or Deadpools appear on their own territory in the future, they may not even be able to deal with them anymore.

In short, many people deeply regret their actions and are reflecting on why they were so greedy and why they specifically came to join in the fun with the White King.
"Gentlemen." Genji bowed to everyone from the window. This was not out of fear of the wrath of various forces. As a possessor of imperial blood, he would not be so cowardly. The reason he did this was for the sake of the people of Tokyo.

"At this critical moment, I implore you all to join the Snake Clan in guarding Tokyo Bay and prevent even a single corpse from entering Tokyo."

Tokyo is currently calm and peaceful. If the various forces are afraid of the Corpse Guardians and run away, leaving only the Snake Clan, they will inevitably be overwhelmed.

For the sake of justice in his heart, and to protect the lives of 30 million citizens of Tokyo, the emperor, who had always been above ordinary mixed-race people, bowed solemnly at a 90-degree angle.

They earnestly requested, or rather, pleaded, that all forces remain to help the Snake Clan and jointly fight against the calamity of their ancestors.

Behind the screen, Uesugi Koshi grew angrier and angrier. His son was actually begging for help like this for the sake of Tokyo.
The child who inherited his royal blood should not be like this! This child should be high above, with all the mixed-race people bowing to him.

Thinking of this, Uesugi Kotsushi's anger subsided, replaced by a surge of guilt. Yes, he shouldn't have done this.

Protecting Tokyo should have been Uesugi Koshi's responsibility, but now it's up to his son, Genjiro, to shoulder that burden.

The head of the Sigurd family, who was also a member of the Secret Party's elders council, sighed: "Ah, Mr. Yuan, please rest assured, the Sigurd family has agreed to this matter."

Although the Secret Party has done many bad things over the long term, it still has a sense of responsibility to protect human society and will not sit idly by and watch the zombies invade Tokyo.

Thirty million people! The head of the Sigurd family couldn't bear to see so many humans facing a crisis.

Seeing that his friend had agreed, the Beowulf family also agreed. Seeing this, the head of the St. George family, for the sake of the reputation of the Secret Party as a whole, could only reluctantly agree to Genjiro's request.

Angers maintained his avenger persona, stating that Kassel College would gather the necessary forces to assist the Snake Clan. Caught between the Council of Elders above and Angers below, the Secret Party's board of directors was caught in the middle. What could they do? Elizabeth, Charlotte, and others could only echo his stance.

Even Elizabeth, who had sided with the old church, said she would stay and fight alongside them. The old church’s Tokyo diocese would definitely protect Tokyo, and the Laurent family, who had just joined the church, would have to fight alongside the Tokyo diocese.

Only Pompeii, the school board member, had a strange glint in his eyes. Just as Chen Motong had discovered, Pompeii was Herzog's biggest supporter and the real mastermind behind the scenes.

Even Pompeii couldn't understand where Genjiro and Angers got their intelligence that Takamagahara Corpse Guardian would launch an attack on Tokyo Bay.

To learn the reason behind it, Pompey agreed to help with the defense.

The major powers, however, were quite different. Apart from the head of the Sera family in Australia, who, as always, fawned over the Secret Party and said he would stay, the other powers were already cursing the Secret Party to the core.

Your party is large and powerful, so it doesn't matter. Even if you lose some elite troops, you still have reserves. But these small forces can't withstand it!
Protecting Tokyo offers no real benefit, only bloodshed. If we wipe out our last elite force, wouldn't we be in danger when we return?
For example, the alliance of the six major tribes in North Africa, or the alliance of mixed-race families in Southeast Asia, are examples of many small forces coming together to stick together for mutual support.

Take the six major tribes as an example. If the elite of any one tribe is exhausted, it will probably be divided up by the other five tribes the next day and directly destroyed. Who would want that?

Given the power of the Secret Service and the extensive cooperation and trade involved, a direct refusal would affect their respective relationships, so all parties had no choice but to agree on the surface.

In reality, each of them had their own calculations. They left behind their most elite experts to see if they could obtain the White King's power; if not, they would just give up.

As for the rest of the elite troops? They should hurry up and buy plane tickets home.

With the main issue set, Pompeii finally had the opportunity to ask Angers: "Will the deep-sea zombies really rise to the surface and attack the city?"

“Angers, you used your own reputation, and the reputation of Kassel, as collateral, and we held a meeting for a whole day to discuss how to deal with the disaster without verifying the authenticity of the intelligence.”

"But now you can talk about it, right? That's over 8,000 meters deep! There's no way the Corpse Guardian could just take off like a dragon, right?"

Representatives from various factions have also taken notice. Angers spent the entire day urgently contacting all parties, guaranteeing with his own reputation, speaking with absolute certainty, as if disaster were about to strike at any moment.

This caused them great anxiety, so they had no choice but to follow Angers' wishes and hold a meeting to discuss some of the matters. Now it's time to hear why Angers is so confident.

Even now, Uesugi Etsu, sitting next to Angers, cast an anxious glance at him. As the former emperor of the Snake Clan, Uesugi Etsu knew best how terrifying Takamagahara was.

The Time Worm parasitizing Angers glanced at Pompeii, a hint of amusement in its eyes. It seemed that even Pompeii, hidden behind Herzog, couldn't immediately detect Herzog's actions.

"This important intelligence comes from my outstanding student, Caesar Gattuso, who obtained it from the Old Church."

Actually, the intelligence was dictated by Chen Motong and reported to Angers by Caesar, but Caesar was implicitly identified as the leader of the vanguard squad. Here, "Caesar" refers to the entire team.

As soon as Caesar's name was mentioned, everyone turned to look at Pompey, Caesar's father, completely bewildered.

His son obtained the intelligence from the old church? No, when did Caesar acquire that ability?
Pompeii was well aware of Caesar's current state. Before he officially completed his plan, Caesar was only at the level of a normal A-grade hybrid. How could he possibly obtain intelligence from that mysterious Old Church?

Could Caesar have been tricked?

That doesn't make sense either. Even if Caesar was deceived, wouldn't an old fox like Angers have verified the truth first? Otherwise, would Angers have risked his own reputation to vouch for it?

"Hmph, after discussing this all day, I don't think this intelligence is necessarily true," the representative of the Jungle Cult said unhappily.

The Titan Brotherhood in Northern Europe also began to analyze: "Could this be a conspiracy by the Old Church? Trying to use a fake disaster to drag us into Tokyo Bay while the Old Church secretly seeks out the power of the White King?"

The jungle sect has always been unhappy with the old church, believing that the old church has usurped the faith of the people in their territory.

The Titan Brotherhood was simpler because during the Bellow Island period, the Old Church, facing the dragons, only went through the motions.

Both sides were prejudiced from the start, believing that the old church was a fraud. Of course, Pompey also had connections in the online meeting room and was aware of the power of the Gattuso family. Their small power would not dare to discuss Caesar in front of Pompey.

Angers still had the time to explain slowly: "You can't say that. The methods of the Old Church are mysterious. I believe in the Old Church. They really have discovered something."

These words were well received by the council of elders. Sigurd and old George nodded frequently. After several battles, the Secret Society elders understood the mystery and terror of the old church.

Sitting next to Angers, Uesugi Kotetsu had much less patience, glaring fiercely at the leaders of the Jungle Cult and the Brotherhood.

For this matter, his son, whom he had not seen for many years, specially bowed and begged to put aside his pride as a member of the royal family and protect the people of Tokyo. But you guys are so shameless.
Then don't blame an old father for standing up for his own son!

(End of this chapter)