A man among dragons, building a mysterious ancient church.

Chapter 357 Why did your ancestors have so many children?
Outside Tokyo Bay, the gunfire was barely audible.

It's not that the battle is over, but rather that firepower is limited.

The fourth wave of zombies leaped out of the sea and braved a hail of bullets to land on various parts of the platform. They were already dead, but their skills were as if they were still alive.

Some gripped the edge of the platform with their arms, some used their claws to stand on the railing like birds, and others used their snake tails to coil around the steel, climbing up the path, trying to tear open the bodies of the hybrids and suck their dragon blood.

The hybrids, who had initially benefited from modern firepower and were slaughtering the first three waves of corpse guards, were starting to falter because they no longer had unlimited ammo.

After defeating the first three waves of corpse guards, many people had run out of ammunition and had to shout loudly to urge the members of the Snake Clan to replenish their ammunition.

Previously, the most heavily armed helicopters and naval patrol boats gradually fell silent. The vehicles had limited ammunition to carry and could not even replenish their supplies on the spot, so they had to return.

Only snipers like Susie had a lot of alchemical armor-piercing rounds left, which helped the surrounding naval police ships get out of the encirclement and clear out the approaching corpse guards, allowing the naval police ships to break through.

As for the corpse guard who has already climbed onto the platform?
That's not something snipers can consider. These zombies that have climbed up use the platform's steel structure as cover, making them extremely agile and difficult to snipe.

The hybrids on the platform began to shrink inwards, leaving enough space outside, and then they threw grenades more and more aggressively than the other.

However, neither fragmentation grenades nor stun grenades have very limited effectiveness.

The shattered fragments couldn't damage the zombie guards behind the platform's steel structure, and the already dead zombie guards were completely unaffected by the loud noise and intense light of the stun grenade.

"Fire! Fire!"

"Get out of the way, everyone!"

Accompanied by the roars of the Snake Clan members, these descendants, each carrying a flamethrower, warmly welcomed their ancestor who had returned to the mortal world from Takamagahara.

A blazing white fire dragon roared out, its spreading heat licking the cheeks of the many mixed-race individuals, causing them to involuntarily retreat and shrink back in unison.

At the edge of the platform, hundreds of burning corpses, resembling vengeful ghosts, silently charged forward despite being covered in flames.

Until the intense flames burned through their bodies and charred their limbs, the corpse guardians emitted a foul, burnt stench, and were unable to advance any further.

Before Lu Mingfei and the mixed-race people around him could even cheer for the filial piety of this generation of the Snake Clan, Norma's alarm sounded again: "The fifth wave of corpse guards is about to arrive, currently at a depth of 120 meters."

The cold, mechanical synthesized voice was no different from the dark clouds in the sky. Darkness enveloped the hearts of every hybrid, and the lingering gloom gradually approached, as if it would devour the hearts of each of them.

"Fuck! When will this end?"

"Quick! Replenish the ammo! Go get me more bullets!"

"What are you Sheqi Eight Clan doing! Open the ammunition depot, I'll get it myself!"

Do you have any more flamethrowers? Give me one!

Lu Mingfei had originally planned to hand over the unused heavy machine gun, which still had a full magazine, to the guy next to him, but seeing the guy's anxious and angry expression, he suddenly lost the courage to socialize.

Fortunately, the higher-ups did not stand idly by and watch the chaos spread on the front lines.

Instead of Norma speaking out, the focus has shifted to the leaders of various organizations.

For example, the members of the Snake Clan heard Genji's voice coming from their phones: "Follow Norma and Princess Kaguya's orders."

The Secret Service members and the students in Kassel all heard Angers' voice, also demanding that everyone follow the instructions of the artificial intelligence, as this would be the most efficient way. Everyone rushed into the ammunition depot in a chaotic frenzy to grab bullets, resulting in an absurdly low efficiency.

The mixed-race individuals from various factions were no exception; they all heard brief commands from their respective representatives.

The order from their own superiors quelled the growing restlessness among the half-bloods. It helped them regain their composure and cooperate with the commands of Norma and Kaguya, the two pillars of stability.

Under the calm, or rather indifferent, instructions of the artificial intelligence, the experienced members of the Snake Clan quickly began to move the remaining ammunition and provide it to the hybrids of various factions.

As for the hybrids who hadn't gotten bullets when the fifth wave of zombies came up?
He could only follow Norma's instructions and grab a knife to protect his teammates.

With their teammates firing from behind, they had to go up and fight the zombie horde hand-to-hand to prevent them from rushing into the crowd and wreaking havoc.

The intensity of the war began to rise. The clash of blood and iron was always brutal. Hybrids were constantly being torn apart by the claws of the Corpse Guardians and having their heads smashed by the giant snake tails. But as soon as a gap appeared, a new hybrid would immediately draw his sword and fill the gap.

The sea was still roaring, and more corpses emerged from the sea of ​​blood; unknowingly, this was already the sixth wave of corpses.

This thing is like an endless stream, and many hybrids sincerely cursed the ancestors of the Snake-Headed Eight Families.

Why have so many children? They're all snake-tailed humans. Did the ancestors of the Snake Clan eat the White King every day? How can their average bloodline be that high?

Due to the difficulty in replenishing ammunition, the faces of the hybrids were covered with blood and sweat, unable to hide their exhaustion. Seeing that the firepower defense line was gradually failing, Chu Zihang and the others chose to take action.

Chu Zihang was still wearing the same black trench coat from the Executive Department, with Flame in his left hand and Murasame in his right. He crashed into the horde of Corpse Guardians like a hurricane, slicing them down as easily as cutting melons and vegetables.

The sea breeze, carrying a cloud of blood mist, ruffled the hem of the trench coat, which was stained with countless drops of dark, corpse-guard blood, yet still crackled and sizzled under the blazing white flames.

They also secretly used the Necromancer's Gloves to manipulate several corpse guards, causing them to 'accidentally' fall into the sea or deliver their heads to the hybrid's blade.

This ability was exposed once on Bellow Island, and the whole world thought it was the Black King's doing. Chu Zihang couldn't use it openly on a large scale, so he could only do it secretly.

Fingel activates the Bronze Throne, guarding it with a punch and a headless corpse, occasionally using the extreme speed of Time Zero to rescue hybrids in distress.

Chen Motong also wielded a steel bar as tall as a person, swinging it with great force. There was no other way; against these already dead corpse guardians, most of the manipulator's abilities were ineffective. Mental plagues and mental storms were useless, only creating deathly silence. The corpse guardians, already dead, were unaffected even by Chen Motong's mental attacks. Therefore, Chen Motong could only rely on his enhanced physical abilities after his advancement to fight.

Susie was the most composed, never letting go of her gun, holding a sniper rifle and guarding against a corpse.

Caesar was thrilled. How could he let Chu Zihang steal the spotlight in such a fierce battle? He drew his hunting knife, Dick Tudor, and leaped into the battlefield, unleashing a burst of bloodlust, and slaughtered his way through the horde of corpses.

Occasionally, when attacked from both sides, he would be rescued by Chu Tianjiao, who would appear and disappear inexplicably.

Platform 3 was barely stabilized thanks to the intervention of Chu Zihang and others, but Norma brought bad news from the other platforms.

"Please note that Platform 4 has run out of 12.7mm ammunition."

"Please note that Platform 5 has only two man-portable anti-tank rockets remaining."

"Platform 6 has been breached. Repeat, Platform 6 has been breached."

The series of bad news shook the hearts of the mixed-race people on the front lines once again. They had no mood to watch Chu Zihang and others' efficient killing, and they all tried to stand on tiptoe to look at Platform 6.

Unfortunately, the steel frame of Platform 3 blocks the view, making it impossible to see anything.

Fortunately, Norma brought more than just bad news: "Attention everyone on Platform 6, the Tokyo Diocese of the Old Church has arrived at Platform 6. Please cooperate with the Tokyo Diocese to retake Platform 6."

Hearing this, many mixed-race people felt a little relieved, even though it wasn't the Old Church that had come, but just a Tokyo parish.

However, as the influence of the old church gradually expanded, it has subtly replaced the Secret Party and become the No. 1 force in the eyes of all parties.

Hearing that the Tokyo parish had arrived at the battlefield subconsciously reassured them.

Even Lu Mingfei couldn't shake off this subtle impression: "That's great."

"Is it really okay, brother?"

The world suddenly fell silent, as if everything had been frozen in time like a fossil in amber, coming to a standstill.

Lu Mingfei's expression changed instantly, from the previous tension, unease, and fear to a radiant expression. He looked around and asked, "Lu Mingze? Where is he?"

Scanning his surroundings, Lu Mingfei could see that the ferocious corpse guards had all stopped, some lunging forward, others dodging. Compared to bloodthirsty monsters, they now looked more like posed monster figurines.

Chu Zihang also stopped in place, and the flames stopped flickering. Chen Motong continued swinging the steel bar, and Lu Mingfei could even see the steel bar smashing the head of a zombie into a crescent shape.

After scanning around and not finding anyone, Lu Mingfei looked up and, sure enough, Lu Mingze was sitting on the steel frame above platform number 3, swinging his little feet. Really, this little devil isn't afraid of falling to his death.

Ignoring Lu Mingze's explanation about the white hair he had given once, Lu Mingfei pointed irritably at the corpse guards ahead: "Come on, with so many corpse guards, if the Tokyo diocese of the Old Church doesn't come, we're in big trouble!"

"why not?"

"Heh." Lu Mingze, as always, looked down on these lowly creatures: "These little things can be dealt with in a little time with just a flick of the finger. You don't need to be so troubled by them, brother."

Lu Mingfei rolled his eyes at Lu Mingze: "You make it sound so easy. Then come out now and take down the corpse guards. I'll praise you, but not the Tokyo Diocese."

Lu Mingze, quite mercenary, rubbed his right thumb and forefinger together: "If you, brother, wish to kill all these insects, how about we make a deal?"

"As long as the deal goes through, I can wipe out all these zombies for my brother in no time, guaranteeing the most satisfactory service to our clients."

Upon hearing the word "deal," Lu Mingfei felt a sense of resistance and impatiently waved his hand, saying, "Get lost, get lost, get lost."

Having already traded once before, would trading again be like losing half his life? Besides, Lu Mingfei is now a sophomore in college, which is a bit young, but he's already walked a quarter of the way through life, so he doesn't dare to trade anymore.

Moreover, Lu Mingfei had a very ominous premonition, silently reminding him that he must not continue the transaction. Once the life was traded away, something he particularly did not want to see would happen.

Although he didn't know why he had such a premonition, Lu Mingfei followed his heart and rejected Lu Mingze's suggestion.

"Don't rush us like that." Lu Mingze smiled knowingly, pointing to the sea in the distance: "These corpses with snake tails and human bodies are nothing. The real troublesome big guys are coming soon."

Based on the fact that most of the information provided by Lu Mingze in the past was correct, Lu Mingfei perked up: "What big guy?"

“Dragon.” Lu Mingze uttered the word slowly: “One, a pure-blooded high-ranking dragon with a title, a second-generation species with extremely superior bloodline.”

"After its death, its dragon bones were used in alchemy to create a dragon-shaped corpse guardian, and the foundation of Takamagahara was laid on its skeleton."

"With this huge thing appearing, tsk tsk, brother, I wonder if you can escape?"

"Tch." Lu Mingfei didn't take Lu Mingze's threat to heart at all. Despite his usual cowardly behavior, Lu Mingfei was actually quite indifferent to what would happen to him in the end.

As long as the people Lu Mingfei cares about are safe, that's fine.

"Brother, don't you believe there are Dragon Lord corpses guarding the bottom?" Lu Mingze looked down at Lu Mingfei, not understanding why Lu Mingfei wasn't afraid this time.

Despite his timid demeanor and barely-smart mind, Lu Mingfei possesses a strange confidence that when he is about to face death, this little devil Lu Mingze will definitely jump out to save him.

So this time, please forgive his selfishness and cowardice; Lu Mingfei is still unwilling to make the deal.

"Thanks. I'll tell the principal and Norma about the Dragon-shaped Corpse Guardian information so the principal can make preparations as soon as possible." Lu Mingfei grinned slyly, as if he had successfully gotten something for free.

Save a quarter of your life and get Dragon Lord information for free – what a steal!
(End of this chapter)