A man among dragons, building a mysterious ancient church.

Chapter 355 The Hidden Dragon Soars
Outside Tokyo Bay, in the hazy early morning sea, the streetlights of the winding cross-sea highway outline the silhouette of the Umi-Hotaru artificial island.

It sits alone on the sea, its loneliness accentuated by the boundless ocean and the rising sun.

As a connector between the cross-sea bridge and the ten-kilometer-long undersea tunnel, Haiying Artificial Island is a major cross-sea transportation hub, with countless vehicles passing through it every day.

However, with the combined efforts of the Snake-Headed Eight Families and the Secret Party, the Tokyo Metropolitan Government issued an emergency notice that the Umihotaru artificial island urgently needed repairs and was closed to traffic, which drew a lot of criticism from the public.

But these things have nothing to do with the hybrids; the pressure from the public will definitely fall on the Tokyo municipal government, while they are only responsible for guarding the corpses.

As the largest man-made sea platform outside Tokyo Bay, the Umi-Hotaru artificial island is most suitable as a defensive line against the zombies.

The Snake Clan and the elites from Kassel College have been making various arrangements here since yesterday.

It includes various standard trenches, fortifications, firearms, ammunition, heavy firepower, all-weather armed helicopters, and naval police boats equipped with twin-gun large-caliber machine guns and torpedoes.

Traffic control measures implemented by the Kassel school staff ensured that people did not enter the area.

The secret society also promised the Hebi-hachi family that if things became impossible, they would help mobilize warships from Aramco's military bases in Japan to provide long-range fire support.

All the forces rushed to the artificial island of Haiying early in the morning. When they got off their cars in the parking lot, they were initially cautious and kept their heads down.

When many people bump into each other and have to greet each other, they look up, glance at each other, and see each other's dark circles under their eyes. They can't help but feel a sense of empathy and sigh together.

Oh, so you were also scared by the mysterious shadow last night and couldn't sleep.

The sighs of hundreds and thousands of mixed-race individuals were so dejected that they could make people lose their will to fight and want to surrender on the spot.

"What the hell? What's going on? Why is it so depressing?" Lu Mingfei, who checked into the artificial island of Haiying yesterday, didn't sleep well because he wasn't used to the difference between the presidential suite of the Peninsula Hotel and the cramped sleeping bag in the corridor.

After waking up in the morning, I put on my sleeping bag and lay down in the corridor to look at the scenery, only to see a thousand people sighing.

Fingel, on the other hand, seemed quite energetic and spirited: "Perhaps they're practicing their teamwork? At least their sighs are pretty synchronized."

"No, no, no." The loser wasn't positive at all: "They all look so dejected, don't they? They're completely different from the senior brothers and sisters, and the people from the Snake Clan."

After saying that, he pointed to the distance.

The hybrids of the Snake Clan and the Kassel hybrids were all on the distant trenches, having risen before dawn, each full of fighting spirit and determined to defend the Sea Firefly to the death.

That spirit and energy were real; on the other hand, Lu Mingfei couldn't find any fighting spirit among the various forces.

As the two were talking, Caesar also woke up. Even though he was sleeping in a crowded sleeping bag in the corridor for the sake of the mission, the young nobleman was no ordinary man. He took out a brand new silk scarf from the surface of his special sleeping bag and wiped away the sleep that had accumulated in his eyes overnight.

After just a few glances, Caesar could give an accurate assessment: "They were obviously forced here, but one more half-blood means one more source of power."

“At times like these, we can’t be picky.”

Lu Mingfei understood, and his nervousness gradually subsided. It turned out he wasn't the only loser forced to come; there were so many others like him. That was great.

"By the way, where is Senior Brother Chu?" Lu Mingfei looked around but couldn't find Chu Zihang. As for Chen Motong and Su Qian, they were both in the girls' corridor on the other side.

Even if two girls squeeze into sleeping bags in the hallway, they can't possibly squeeze in with the men.

Fingel, his bangs flying wildly in the sea breeze, said, "Go get breakfast... and here I am?"

At the corner of the corridor, Chu Zihang and Chu Tianjiao, each carrying two large bags, arrived. Before they even appeared, Chu Tianjiao's loud voice boomed, "You're both awake?"

"Perfect timing, eat it while it's hot. I really didn't expect Principal Angers to even bring the cafeteria chef. It's authentic soy milk and fried dough sticks, they don't taste good when they're cold. Let me tell you, once, I bought some fried dough sticks to take my son to school and let them cool down..."

"Dad." Chu Zihang couldn't hold back any longer and quickly stepped forward to share the breakfast with his classmates. Lu Mingfei, Caesar, and the others could only smile and thank Chu Tianjiao.

Not to mention Chu Zihang, even Caesar, who is the most sociable among them, is helpless against this talkative Uncle Chu. He can talk for an hour straight, starting with just a few words.

Caesar tried to socialize last night, but Chu Tianjiao grabbed him and chatted with him for four hours straight. The young nobleman was so scared by the chatter that he dared not approach Chu Tianjiao for socializing again after that.

Lu Mingfei took the fried dough stick, tried it, and it really tasted like the one from the Kassel cafeteria. After chewing a few bites, he suddenly saw a steel platform floating in the distance and was so shocked that he choked: "Ugh! Cough cough, ugh!"

"What are you doing?" Fingel slapped Lu Mingfei's back several times before finally helping the fried dough stick in Lu Mingfei's esophagus go down.

Lu Mingfei was still coughing and couldn't explain, so he could only desperately reach out and point to the sea. Everyone looked in that direction and saw six huge steel platforms cutting through the sea, slowly and majestically floating towards them.

Like six small mountains in the sea, the violent sea wind howled through the gaps in the various steel structures inside, and the headstrong waves crashed and shattered on the platform's foundation pillars.

"It's truly magnificent." Even the talkative Chu Tianjiao could only utter such exclamations at this moment, unable to offer any further praise.

Lu Mingfei, still coughing, nodded vigorously, expressing his agreement. If it were him, he could only exclaim "Holy crap!" without being able to utter any more flowery words. Chu Zihang, on the other hand, was more composed. He took out his phone and repeated the battle plan that the Snake Clan had distributed in advance: "These are the Snake Clan's maritime platforms."

"Usually used for oil exploration or seabed mineral veins, I never expected that they would be used to fight against the Corpse Guardian now."

"Whoosh." Fingel whistled, shielding his eyes from the sun as he gazed into the distance. "So, are we going to be fighting on one of these platforms later?"

Chu Zihang scrolled down again: "That's right, we've been assigned to Platform 3."

Lu Mingfei, who had finally stopped coughing, quickly looked up: "W-Want to go up? Can I...can I stay on this artificial island?"

Behind the artificial island of Haiying, at least there is a cross-sea bridge, so there is a place to run. But if you go to the sea platform, and you encounter danger, you will really have nowhere to go, with only the vast sea on all sides. If you want to escape, you will not be able to find a way back.

Just as Lu Mingfei was about to say something more and decline, a series of alarm sounds echoed around the entire artificial island of Haiying.

Accompanied by a buzzing sound, Genjiro's anxious voice came through the artificial island's broadcasting system: "Attention everyone! Attention everyone!"

"Sonar equipment has detected numerous high-speed moving targets! Begin surfacing from the deep sea."

"Repeat, everyone pay attention! Group up according to the pre-issued plan! Follow the instructions of artificial intelligence."

Anyone could hear the urgency in Genji's voice.

At the same time, everyone's phones vibrated frequently. For the first time, Kaguya, the AI ​​of the Snake Clan, and the AI ​​Kaguya, put aside their past grievances and cooperated.

On everyone's phone, a series of different action prompts are displayed at high speed. Regardless of which faction you belong to, as long as you have a phone, you can immediately see which position the artificial intelligence has assigned you.

At the same time, Norma also released a link that allows users to view the sonar scan results in real time.

Hundreds or even thousands of points of light rose rapidly from the seabed, marked by Norma with red dots symbolizing high danger, forming a dense network, with depth markings on the right.

These red lights are located 3000 meters underwater. What's most frightening is that there are even more and denser lights beneath them!

"Let's go." Caesar, holding his phone and biting into his half-eaten fried dough stick, prepared to lead the team to Platform 3. Chu Zihang and Fingel followed silently.

The three of them could not stand idly by and watch the Corpse Guardians land and slaughter the innocent; they were determined to stop the tide of Corpse Guardians no matter what.

Chu Tianjiao smiled smugly and did not stop his son from going to the dangerous place. Instead, he drew his sword and accompanied him.

Only Lu Mingfei was left behind, holding soy milk in his left hand and a headless fried dough stick in his right, staring blankly at the backs of the four men.

The raging sea wind and the piercing buzzing of bees made the four of them look like heroes. Lu Mingfei's right hand, which was holding a fried dough stick, was unknowingly squeezed to a pulp. He gritted his teeth and roared in his heart, "Move, move!"
The roar of the soul cannot urge the feet of the material world to move.

The thought of being trapped on the offshore platform with nowhere to retreat, and the possibility of death, made Lu Ming's feet in the non-material realm feel rooted to the spot, unable to move.

Watching the four people walk further and further away, Lu Mingfei had a vague feeling that if he didn't follow them this time, he would regret it for the rest of his life!

They began to urge their feet to walk more and more, but their feet remained unmoved. They walked further and further away, and the four of them had already walked quite a distance.

On the other side of the corridor, Chen Motong and Su Qian also came out and joined the group. When there were six figures in front of him, Lu Mingfei finally started to jog: "Wait, wait for me!"

After Lu Mingfei chased after them, he discovered that the artificial island of Haiying was chaotic yet orderly, with various mixed-race individuals from different factions wandering around aimlessly in a disorganized manner.

They may seem to be wandering aimlessly, but in reality, artificial intelligence is controlling their positions to ensure that they can reach their proper locations at the fastest possible speed.

The previously disheartened and resentful hybrids from smaller factions, under such circumstances, disregarded everything else and all chose to follow the instructions of the artificial intelligence.

Most hybrids understand that once war begins, following the instructions of artificial intelligence is the best way to increase their survival rate, rather than acting impulsively and recklessly.

Six massive steel platforms set sail one after another, heading towards the deep sea. Following Norma and Princess Kaguya's instructions, when the six platforms were almost above the Corpse Guardian horde, they began to deploy depth charges, preparing a fiery welcome gift for their ancestors.

"My God..." Lu Mingfei followed his team onto Platform 3, only to find his ears filled with a buzzing sound, unable to distinguish whether it was the raging sea breeze or the wind turbines of the steel platform itself.

The violent sea wind was so strong that Lu Mingfei couldn't even open his eyes.

This enormous platform is so heavy that it can be described as a mountain in the sea, with all the waves crashing into its base and turning into dust.

Logically speaking, such a huge object should be very stable, as if walking on flat ground, but even when Lu Mingfei was walking on the laid steel plate, he could still feel the waves tossing him.

Whether it was because the waves were too big and exceeded the limits of the steel platform, or because of his own psychological effect, Lu Mingfei could only hold on to the railing tightly, not daring to let go, fearing that a big wave would hit and he would be buried at sea.

No one was paying attention to Lu Mingfei, who was at the S-rank level. Everyone was nervously looking at their phones. Norma updated the data, and the first wave of corpse guards that surfaced were less than 300 meters from the sea surface!
(End of this chapter)