A man among dragons, building a mysterious ancient church.

Chapter 380 When the royal blood evolved, did they leave him behind?
Murasame, with its blood-red light that seemed to tear everything apart, slashed towards Ince. Ince knew in his heart that it was the blood-red light of 'harvesting'.

Ince showed no panic. Faced with Chu Zihang's close-range attack, he simply uttered two words: "Chaos."

At that moment, Chu Zihang felt his vision blur for a moment, and everything around him was affected by some strange chaos. The four cardinal directions were out of order, and he took one step forward but took two steps back. In the end, Murasame's slash missed and struck three steps away from Ince.

The ground rocks were sliced ​​open like tofu by the 'harvesting' rain, carving out a deep ravine. Rock fragments shot out, and dust billowed into the sky. The power was great, but it couldn't hit anyone, so the great power was meaningless.

Before Ince could pursue Chu Zihang, three-colored flames surrounded him from the east, south, and north. A white light appeared in Fingel's eyes as he manipulated three different flames—blue, green, and red—to surge toward Ince.

Despite his fondness for activating the Bronze Throne and achieving zero collisions with time, Fingel, who possesses numerous secret arts, is essentially a spellcaster.

The release of the secret flame technique to surround and kill Ince was not only a diversionary tactic to force Ince to stop pursuing Chu Zihang, but also to make it easier for Chu Zihang to perform the Flame Leap.

There were no flames on the west side to protect Erii. From beginning to end, Ince held Erii with one hand and never put her down!
This shows how much Ince valued Erii.

Flames engulfed him, but before Ince could make a move, a deep, white frost erupted from Ince in all directions, the low temperature condensing the moisture in the air into black ice crystals.

The three-colored flames were completely neutralized by the black frost, and the forest within a 30-meter radius was instantly stripped of all life, with its branches, leaves, and bark all covered with a layer of frost.

While Fingel was setting the fire, Chen Motong and Susie were not idle either. The former secretly used her virtual personality to infiltrate Ince's mental island and exert various psychological suggestions. Countless threads in the dark tried to entangle Ince's mind and body, plunging him into madness and fear.

The latter fired at Ince while unleashing a mental storm.

Ince calmly retaliated, and Chen Motong's psychological control and Susie's mental storm were like a stone thrown into the sea, having no effect whatsoever. On the contrary, the bullets fired by Susie required Ince to raise his hand and manipulate the airflow to deflect them one by one.

After ordering her subordinates to hunt down the fierce ghosts, Nuwa rushed to the core battlefield, and the dawn turned into a storm that swept in.

Ince waved his hand in retort: ​​"Twisted."

The power, which shared the same origin as the previous 'chaos', distorted Nuwa's attack, and the Dawn Storm swept directly toward Chu Zihang, leaving Nuwa dumbfounded!

Fortunately, Chu Zihang is no longer the same as before. Once he activated his steel transformation, his body became as solid as iron, and he remained unharmed even as the morning storm raged around him.

Fingel cast another spell, and giant hands of earth rose from the ground, reaching for Ince. Ince was enveloped in invisible energy and flew into the air to dodge.

Chu Zihang seized the opportunity and released hundreds of fire crows, which tracked Ince, who was floating in the air.

Even though Ince could fly short distances, the agile fire crows could easily catch up and surround him from all sides. However, Ince created rings of water curtains to forcibly extinguish the fire crows, preventing Chu Zihang from even having time to jump through the flames to get close.

Aso Makoto also flew into the sky to chase after Ince, and the crimson moon cast a curse on Ince. At the same time, Aso Makoto also summoned countless twisted moonlight vines.

These bizarre vines, as if rooted in moonlight, sprouted from mid-air, wildly waving their whips, and besieging Ince.

Knowing that these spells wouldn't cause Ince much trouble, Makoto Aso only used them to slightly interfere. His real killing move was Dark Gaze. Makoto Aso would gouge out Ince's eyeballs while Ince was freeing himself from the Moonlight Vine.

Ince was crushed by an invisible force, turning into scraps of paper. His true form suddenly appeared on the ground, still holding Erii. Ince even went so far as to prepare a paper doll substitute for Erii.

"Troublesome." Chen Motong, who seemed to be doing nothing, felt deeply troubled by Ince's situation. The sealed artifact, [Wriggling Hunger], was too flexible, and he had no idea how many extraordinary abilities Ince still had at his disposal.

Since manipulation and psychological suggestion were ineffective against Ince, Chen Motong stopped wasting her time and simply kept two virtual personalities to occasionally interfere with Ince or to protect her companions from being psychologically influenced by Ince.

The remaining virtual personalities were sent out by Chen Motong to find more reinforcements.

Beneath the Red Well, both Orochi and Genjiro possessed extraordinary stamina, continuing their relentless battle even after such a long fight.

As Genjiro's twin swords once again tore open the scales of one of the Yamata no Orochi's necks, a strangely familiar voice echoed in his mind: 'Never mind this snake!'

"The situation is urgent. You need to get out quickly, otherwise either your brother or your father will get hurt."

"!" Yuan Zhisheng was so distracted that he stumbled and his running movements became disjointed. He was almost bitten by the two snake heads.

Fortunately, Genjiro rolled over and managed to curl up, rolling down the side of the Yamata no Orochi's neck. He then straightened himself in time, plunged his twin swords into the snake's neck to stop his fall, and kicked off with both feet, flying diagonally and dodging another fang from a snake's head.

'Chen Motong?' Yuan Zhisheng's eyes were focused on the attack of the Yamata no Orochi. As he calmly dodged, he recalled the owner of this voice.

"It's me. I don't have time to explain, and don't ask. Just listen to me... This is roughly the situation. To win, I have a little plan..."

While dodging the Yamata no Orochi's counterattack, Genji listened to Chen Motong's rapid explanation. Although he didn't understand why Chen Motong had this magical ability of telepathy, now was not the time to worry about that.

In the end, Genjiro chose to believe Chen Motong. He jumped off the Yamata no Orochi and onto the well wall, relying solely on his physical abilities to run upwards at a 90-degree angle against gravity.

As he approached the mouth of the Red Well, Genji turned around to face the Yamata no Orochi, kicked his feet again, and pretended to be knocked away. He actually flew backward out of the well, rolled several times around the edge of the Red Well, and lay there motionless.

Although everyone was engaged in their own chaotic battles, they all unanimously kept an eye on the Red Well, all because they were there for the White King's remains. What if they didn't pay attention and the White King's remains got away?
Therefore, everyone could see that Genji was 'seriously injured and unconscious.' Everyone was fighting fiercely above the Red Well, so naturally they didn't know the details of the battle at the bottom. "Genji!"

"elder brother!"

The first to stop were the father and son, Genjiro and Uesugi Kotsugi. Each of them shouted a sentence, and anyone could hear the worry and anxiety in their words. The father and son stopped fighting in perfect unison and ran towards Genjiro together.

Meanwhile, without Genjiro's obstruction, the Yamata no Orochi finally managed to climb out of the well by biting and dragging itself with its eight heads.

Upon seeing Genjiro's eyes closed like a dead dog, the mindless Yamata no Orochi could only assume that its prey had been poisoned to death by the pervasive venomous mist. Filled with resentment, it opened its massive jaws, and its eight heads rushed to bite at Genjiro.

They were afraid that other heads would steal this delicious prey.

"You beast! How dare you hurt my son?!"

"No one can... hurt my brother!!"

More swift and fast than when they were fighting each other, Uesugi Koshi and Genji trusted each other completely for the first time. Instead of attacking each other, they worked together to charge at Orochi.

On the left wing, Uesugi Kotsugu's figure crouched low and lunged forward, like a spring compressed to its limit, suddenly leaping up. His ancient Tang sword trailed a silver light, and before the first snake head could even swoop down, the blade had already slashed at its forehead, echoing with a muffled sound of flesh tearing. In an instant, the blade had pierced through.

With a flick of his wrist, Uesugi Kotsugu's blade flashed, and the hiss of the second snake head, stuck in his throat, was severed by the same silver light.

On the right wing, Minamoto no Chizuru's expression was more ferocious than that of a demon, a mixture of rage and hatred towards those who had harmed her brother. Her longsword transformed into two intersecting bolts of lightning. The first strike shattered the snake's jawbone, and the second severed the cervical vertebrae of the other snake's head.

Without any unnecessary movements, only two clean and crisp arcs of light, and still not satisfied, Genji swung her sword again, cutting off both of the nearly rotten snake heads!
Four heads fell simultaneously, and four severed necks gushed forth at the same time. The blood didn't flow, it gushed out.

A dark red column of blood shot into the sky, like a fountain that had been imprisoned underground for thousands of years finally breaking free from its surface constraints and spraying out its juices.

However, the sprayed blood rain contained a deadly poison. When it was splashed onto the muddy mountainside, it immediately boiled and corroded, producing a hissing white smoke.

The rocks, soaked by the blood rain, were eroded with honeycomb-like holes, the branches and leaves were scorched black, the weeds on the ground were bluish-purple and gradually melted into rotten pulp, and the air was filled with a fishy and poisonous stench.

Uesugi Kotsu and Genji had already retreated, standing outside the rain of blood. Each of them brandished their swords, flicking the blood along the blood grooves until the blades returned to their sharp silver-white color. Their two pairs of golden eyes stared at the Yamata no Orochi with intense anger and murderous intent!
The four severed necks of the Yamata no Orochi twisted wildly, like a showerhead writhing uncontrollably in a bathroom with water flowing too fast. The other four heads simultaneously emitted painful shrieks powerful enough to shake the pebbles on the ground.

The sound alone was enough to bring tears to one's eyes, which shows how much pain the Yamata no Orochi was in at that moment.

Not to mention the Yamata no Orochi, even Genjiro, who was lying on the ground and only dared to open his eyelids a crack, was in great pain!
No, is that right?

Both of them were of royal blood, with Uesugi as their biological father and Genji as their younger brother. With a single sword strike, each of them instantly severed the two heads of the Yamata no Orochi!

And what about Genjiro? He spent half a day fighting Orochi at the bottom of the Red Well. What does that even mean? It's all about his stamina, isn't it?

After comparing the battle records of the three royal bloodlines, Genjiro just wanted to faint right now, too ashamed to show his face.

Yuan Zhisheng strongly suspects that he was left behind during the evolution of the royal bloodline, otherwise it doesn't make sense!

What are you still lying there for? Come here!

Chen Motong's urging echoed in Yuan Zhisheng's mind once again. Chen Motong, who was in charge of the whole scene, had a lot of opinions about Yuan Zhisheng. They were still fighting to the death with Ince, so what was Yuan Zhisheng doing standing there in a daze?

Genjiro was quite uncomfortable. He used to be the young master, and now he was the patriarch; he had never experienced what it meant to be urged with such urgency: 'But, the Eight-Headed Serpent?'

The virtual personality Chen Motong sent out had a more lively and impatient voice than usual: 'Leave it to me. I'm best at dealing with these mindless beasts. I guarantee I'll hold off the Yamata no Orochi.'

"Stop nagging and being all girly, get here quickly!"

Genjiro collected his chaotic thoughts. The important matter was at hand, and for Erii's sake, he couldn't think about such nonsense.

"Childish."

"elder brother."

When Uesugi Koshi and Genjiro defeated the Yamata no Orochi, they exchanged a strange glance before looking away, each eager to check on Genjiro's condition.

Before they could get close, Genjiro sprang to his feet, grabbed the Spider Cutter and the Child Cutter, and charged toward Ince again.

What's happening here?
Uesugi Kotsu and Genjiro instinctively followed in their son's/brother's footsteps. The three royal bloodlines were thus led by Genjiro to join the core battle!

(End of this chapter)