A man among dragons, building a mysterious ancient church.

Chapter 354 The old father avenges his son

"High Priest, are we really going back? This is the power of the White King!"

“I don’t want to go back either. In my opinion, that Genjiro from the Snake Clan must have obtained power related to the White King. Otherwise, how could he have slain a dragon alone on Bellow Island?”

"If we can also obtain the power of the White King, we can become stronger than that Genji! Maybe then, one of us half-bloods can slay two evil dragons on our own!"

The crescent moon hung low, and the starlight, which should have been dazzling, could only sparsely adorn the gaps in the clouds due to the light pollution that continued into the night in Tokyo.

Outside the Hyatt Regency Ginza, golden lights shone through the revolving doors, illuminating the yellowing beech leaves in the courtyard.

Faced with the ambitions and desires of the core followers, the high priest of the jungle sect raised his voice: "Enough!"

The twenty-odd mixed-race members of the jungle sect who still wanted to join immediately shut their mouths and listened to the high priest's teachings.

"Sigh." The high priest roared, then his mood slowly sank: "I know what you're thinking. I also crave the power of the White King. Hmph, as a half-blood, who wouldn't crave the power of a king?"

"But our home still needs you to protect it. I can't let you all be buried in Tokyo, this completely unfamiliar city."

"Think about it. If it's just about competing for the power of the White King, we have a chance, and it's worth a fight."

"But what about the ancestral corpse guardians of the Snake Clan? There is no benefit in fighting against these corpse guardians. If you who fight against the corpse guardians all die in Tokyo, and then the dead appear in our homeland in the future, are we just going to let the dead rampage through our homeland and use everyone as a granary?"

“Let’s go back to Tokyo. Rad and I will stay here. We’ll see if we have a chance with the power of the White King.”

Beside the high priest stood a burly man who was 2.1 meters tall. He was the only member of the jungle sect with an S-class bloodline in the past hundred years and was known within the sect as the chosen one of the gods.

Hearing the high priest's sermon, the twenty-odd mixed-race individuals, no matter how unhappy they were, dared not voice their opinions. Some obediently, others resentfully, agreed to leave.

"Heh, you still want to go back?"

A cold laugh came from the darkness, from who-knows-where. The high priest and Rad reacted the fastest, one raising his staff and the other drawing his gun and dagger.

Before they could make a move, a dark shadow flashed by, and the two men almost simultaneously felt excruciating pain in their abdomens! It felt as if their intestines had been shattered by a punch from the newcomer, and stomach acid was blasted up their throats, burning their trachea.

The overwhelming pain nearly overloaded their brains!
Only now did the twenty-odd A-level hybrids from the Jungle Cult manage to draw their weapons. The newcomers ignored everything and charged straight into the crowd, showing no fear whatsoever.

Or rather, they didn't take these mixed-race people seriously at all.

No matter how the members of the Jungle Cult attacked, they could not hit the shadowy figure from the darkness. In less than thirty seconds, they were all lying on the ground.

Moreover, this enemy seems to have a natural quirk: no matter who he's facing, he only punches the abdomen and doesn't injure other parts of the body.

"Hmph!" After easily taking down a group of mixed-bloods, the dark figure then threatened menacingly, "You all better stay here and deal with the Corpse Guard!"

"If you try to escape again, I won't hesitate to take your heads."

Leaving behind two sentences, the dark figure quickly departed. In a few flashes, the occasional moonlight pierced through the clouds, illuminating Uesugi Kotetsu's already aged face.

Uesugi took out his phone: "Angers, have Norma tell me, is there anyone else who wants to back out at the last minute?"

"My old friend, please give me some time to rest. You can directly ask Norma; I've given you temporary access." The Time Worm parasitizing Angers was quite helpless. Don't they even give people a chance to sleep?

"Damn it, wasn't I helping you keep people here?" Uesugi thought for a moment, but decided not to disturb Angers' rest, thinking that the old rogue should rest more and recover his energy.

Based on the information provided by Norma, they continued searching for the next company that wanted to abscond.

In the courtyard in front of the Hyatt Hotel, all the mixed-race individuals from the Jungle Cult were stunned by Uesugi Kotsugi's threats.

Damn it, instead of sleeping at night, you came over and beat them up, just so they would stay and deal with the Corpse Guardian?
Is this how you beg for help? Why can't you learn a thing or two from Genjiro of the Snake Clan?
All sorts of grievances piled up in their hearts, but no one dared to speak out, for fear that the shadowy figure would return and give them another punch, which they could not bear.

They would never dare to offend a powerful figure who could take them all down in thirty seconds, leaving them no time to unleash their incantations. On average, the opponent could eliminate one person per second, a true instant kill.

This is the elite of the jungle sect. How could a mixed-race person do something so outrageous?
"Cough, ptooey!" Rad managed to spit out the acidic liquid and half-sit up, helping the High Priest to his feet: "Cough cough! High Priest, are you alright?"

"I...cough cough!" The high priest stammered, managing to speak with difficulty: "Damn it, who is it?!"

Rad's expression was particularly grim: "Genjiro, it must be Genjiro! They want to hold Tokyo to the death, and they're dragging us into it!"

“No, that’s not right.” The high priest thought for a moment and felt that there was someone else: “Yuan Zhisheng looks naive and is unlikely to threaten us to stay.”

“If Genjiro intended to use violence and leave us to assist him, he could have done so long ago. There was no need for him to bow and beg in public.”

"A hybrid with such powerful skills must be either from the Old Church or the Secret Society!"

Rad's indignant expression turned to astonishment. He dared to lose his temper with the Snake Clan, but he wouldn't dare to have any issues with these two families. These two families were currently the number one and number two in the mixed-blood circle, and they couldn't be provoked: "Then, shall we just stay and help?"

"High Priest, how about we suddenly retreat when we're defending against the Corpse Guardians in the future? Let them know that we're not so easy to bully."

“Foolish, cough!” the high priest scolded, then coughed again: “Such revenge is meaningless; it may bring you temporary pleasure.”

"If we suddenly retreat and the defense line collapses, do you think the Corpse Guard will let us go? The Corpse Guard is tireless and can chase you for three days and three nights. No matter how strong your stamina is, can you run continuously for three days and three nights without getting tired?" "Don't forget, the Corpse Guard is extremely bloodthirsty. What it loves most is the blood of hybrids. Once we betray our teammates, we are likely to lose our own lives as well."

"Rad, remember, it doesn't matter what happens to the other hybrids, we can't sacrifice ourselves. Think things through more in the future, and don't make decisions on impulse."

After saying all this in one breath, the lingering pain in his abdomen was still tormenting the high priest. After a while, the high priest pointed to the last member who had gotten up: "Kenxi, you, you go to the airport."

"Ah?" The middle-aged man named Kensi shuddered instinctively, recalling the threat from the shadowy figure. "High Priest, I... I can't do it, can I? Just now..."

Are you going to break the oath you took when you joined the church?

Looking at the high priest's golden eyes that faintly shimmered with golden light, and at Rad's angry glare, Kensi finally gave in with a bitter face and left the hotel alone.

What a double standard! Kensi felt wronged. One minute the high priest was lecturing Rad, saying that he couldn't sacrifice himself; the next minute he sent him to the airport to test the shadowy figure.

An S-class person's life is precious, but Kensi, with his C-class bloodline, doesn't have a life?

Despite his resentment, Kensi ultimately didn't dare disobey the High Priest and took a taxi to the airport. Ten minutes later, Kensi's bloody head was smashed through the window and thrown into the High Priest's room.

The jungle sect was so frightened that no one thought of running away anymore.

The high priest even secretly climbed through the window into Rad's room before daring to take out his phone and order his men to find out from other factions if anything similar had happened.

The High Priest originally thought that all the hybrids from various factions would be asleep by this time, and it would probably take some time to get a reply.

Surprisingly, it only took a few minutes.

Intelligence poured in from all sides: the Titan Brotherhood, the Solomon Temple, the Southeast Asian Family Alliance, and the thirteen North American families—anyone who tried to escape on a late-night flight was taught a lesson.

No one could see clearly who the mysterious attacker was or what he looked like; all that was known was that he was fast and powerful.

Most of the hybrids from the aforementioned factions were punched in the abdomen but were not in mortal danger. Only three hybrids, after being warned, "insisted" going to the airport and were subsequently beheaded.

Where did this freak come from? How could one person take down so many forces in a row without even taking a break?

The representatives of all parties were kept awake all night, afraid to sleep for fear that if they closed their eyes that night, they would never open them again.

Finally, the sun rose, and as dawn broke, the representatives of all factions breathed a sigh of relief; they had finally survived.

After a night of fear and trepidation, they dared not delay any longer and hurriedly led their respective elite troops toward Tokyo Bay.

All the factions were genuinely frightened by Uesugi Koshi, fearing that if they arrived too late, Uesugi Koshi would take their heads.

The Gattuso family was the only exception; they lived quietly in the Ritz-Carlton, and none of the family members even considered leaving.

Because the patriarch Pompeii did not give an order, the clansmen would not act on their own.

Since arriving at the Ritz-Carlton Tokyo, Pompeii has not returned to his room, and has been eating and sleeping at the hotel's spa.

Even during yesterday's all-day online meeting, two young technicians in very short skirts appeared in the background of the Pompeii window.

All sides were used to it. Everyone had heard of Gattuso's stallion Pompeii, whose absurd reputation they had. It was already good enough that he came to Tokyo in person; who could ask for more?

"Ring ring." As the phone rang, Pompeii waved, and the technician respectfully bowed and left. Only then did he answer the phone: "Blake?"

"What happened?" Pompeii's originally lazy and frivolous tone changed, becoming full of royal authority.

Normally, Blake would only send a summary email to Pompeii's secret mailbox every night and rarely called.

The caller was Blake Gattuso, the head of the Gattuso family who had been placed under Herzog's command: "It's me, Master."

"This morning, during my inspection at the Ganryu Research Institute, I discovered that at 11 PM the night before last, one of Herzog's newest clones secretly took away all the ancient dragon blood!"

"At the time, Herzog only offered a portion of the ancient dragon blood, saying that he would use it for the latest experiments. He also distributed some to the researchers, asking them to use this portion of the ancient dragon blood to manufacture a large number of evolution drugs."

"It was my mistake. Herzog would create evolution potions every now and then, and I was careless and didn't notice that he had directly taken all the ancient dragon blood."

The ancient dragon refers to the dragon bones of a dragon king that Herzog accidentally unearthed during the Black Swan Harbor period. They were the dragon bones of the former overlord of the sea, the king of the ocean and water.

It was later transported to Tokyo by the Lenin, but sank in Takamagahara en route.

However, before the ship sank, a lot of ancient dragon blood had already been extracted. The raw materials for the so-called evolution medicine of the Fierce Ghosts were the blood and bones of the Dragon King, so the effect was remarkable and could greatly enhance the bloodline of the hybrids.

The king who produced the evolution potion was made the mentor of the Demon Clan.

Pompeii suddenly sat up on the massage bed. All the ancient dragon blood had been taken away? Pompeii recalled the intelligence his son Caesar had brought back, saying that the Corpse Guardians were going to attack Tokyo.

The Dragon King's blood and bones are indeed the most attractive to bloodthirsty corpse guards!
Has Herzog completely gone mad? What is he trying to achieve by using ancient dragon blood to trigger a tide of corpses?!

(End of this chapter)