Dragon Raja: Reboot

Chapter 180 0.1%

Beneath the dark seawater, two golden eyes, like the moon, lit up.

A massive black shadow appeared below; it was a Corpse Guardian made from the remains of an ancient species. It was originally part of the foundation of Takamagahara, and the descendants of the White King built a city on its bones. At the same time, it was also the most dangerous guardian of Takamagahara.

Even with just a cursory glance, one can glimpse its enormous size, which could be tens of meters long.

In its lifetime, it was a majestic "god," but after its death, it was refined by an even more powerful "god" into a tool to protect the city, losing the most fundamental "power" of the dragon race—the power of words.

Now, only this enormous body remains, yet it is enough to crush almost all living beings in the world.

In this world, apart from a direct hit from a strategic weapon, only certain high-risk incantations or certain alchemical artifacts, such as the Seven Deadly Sins, can cause it harm.

Its speed in the sea exceeds 100 kilometers per hour, comparable to that of a torpedo.

Akira Sakurai spread his dragon wings in the sea. He didn't have time to test the power of this new body, but the unparalleled confidence of holding power and strength filled his chest.

He believed he would only be faster and stronger than his opponent!

Even though he has a dragon body from head to toe, he can only be considered half-human and half-dragon in the strict sense.

The distance between them was less than 100 meters.

A massive black shadow charged forward with agility, clad in ancient armor, its head raised beneath the sea, uttering a silent roar.

Its vocal cords have rotted into ash over tens of thousands of years, but one can still imagine how magnificent it must have been when it was alive from its posture of roaring to the sky.

Its attack was fierce and heavy, like a mountain pressing down.

Sakurai Akira strolled leisurely through the sea, dodging the heavy blow. He casually swung his sword, his movements effortless, leaving a narrow gash on the alchemical corpse.

But a three- or four-meter opening is still insignificant to this dragon that is tens of meters long.

The giant dragon leaped out of the sea, carrying thousands of tons of seawater into the sky.

Its wings were clearly reduced to black iron-like wing bones, yet an indescribable power still propelled its massive body through the water and into the sky!

It turned in mid-air and pressed down heavily on the sea with the force of Mount Tai.

Those dim, golden eyes reflected the tiny, yet ferocious and beautiful figure below.

This time, Akira Sakurai did not back down. His blood-stained bone wings spread wide, and white dragon scales stood up one by one.

He has awakened the [Orochi] form, obtained a body comparable to the Dragon King, ascended from the earth to the heavens, and then descended from the heavens, gaining the glory of the world!

He had no reason to back down!

The dragon roared silently once more, its ribs stretching out one by one like blooming flowers, and countless ghost-toothed dragon vipers surged out like swarming bees, sweeping towards Sakurai Akira in a mighty wave!

This dragon, which has lost its ability to think, still retains its hunting skills: to attack with all its might at the most crucial moment, using any means necessary!

It swung its massive wings, the jagged wing bones cleaving through the seawater, crashing down like a barrage of blades!

What greeted the dragon and the demon-toothed viper was an extremely dazzling and brilliant flash of sword light, like the cherry blossom rain falling gently on the streets of Tokyo tonight, a beauty beyond compare.

But beneath this breathtaking beauty lies an intense and violent killing intent!

"kill!"

An invisible domain opened up around Sakurai Akira, emptying the seawater within a ten-meter radius!

He roared and surged upwards against the current in the empty space, his bone wings unfurling, his muscles bulging like waves beneath the white dragon scales, and his twin blades ignited, extending their blades to carve out an inviolable territory in front of him!

There were no special techniques or schools of thought involved in the swordplay.

He had never formally studied any swordsmanship; all the martial arts he possessed were skills he had learned on his own through countless life-and-death battles.

At this moment, all he uses is pure force and pure speed!

His sword flashes were like a torrent, unstoppable like a massive avalanche stretching for thousands of meters, as if the sky were collapsing!

This is the ultimate expression of speed and power, the most primal form of violence!

Countless ghost-toothed dragon vipers were shattered into dust by his lonely, snow-like blade light before they could even get close.

He cleaved through the seawater, sliced ​​open the massive corpse of the ancient dragon that had fallen from the sky, and shattered its jagged wing bones into dust!

Just then, a long, thin, black snake, clad in bronze armor, swept across from the side!

That was the dragon's tail. After losing its wings, this ancient dragon used its tailbone. When the tail tore through the seawater, it made a muffled buzzing sound, which was supersonic turbulence.

But this dragon tail, powerful enough to smash a ship in half, was blocked by another dragon tail that was almost identical, but more than ten times smaller.

Akira Sakurai exhaled slowly, his breathing so heavy it seemed to draw the entire world into his chest.

His dragon transformation is ongoing!

It wasn't just dragon scales and bone wings anymore; a long, powerful dragon tail had also appeared behind him, and it was this tail that had easily blocked the sneak attack.

Akira Sakurai raised his hand to gently touch his forehead and closed his eyes.

Even though the ancient dragon was roaring and howling at him, he still closed his eyes as if no one was there, lost in some kind of reminiscence.

However, in reality, he was suppressing the rebellious bloodthirsty genes of the dragon race.

As his dragonification intensifies, the consciousness originating from the depths of his dragon blood is devouring him.

Perhaps this is the price to pay for touching the Dragon King's domain.

He opened his eyes again, his golden pupils surging with intense killing intent and rage. He would not allow himself to fall before killing his opponent!

Sakurai Akira remained expressionless. The two katanas in his hands, which had extended to three or four meters in length, suddenly expanded again at an astonishing speed. A molten gold alchemical domain burst forth as he pushed his power to its limit, and crimson blood seeped out from beneath the white dragon scales.

They seemed to realize that the moment of truth was about to be decided.

The ancient dragon slowly retreated, lowered its head and inhaled a huge amount of seawater. All the withered cells in its body came alive, the shriveled muscles bulged from the gaps in the bones, and the bulging blood vessels appeared under the skin.

It was restored from a mummy to its living state, but it lost its wings and was left with only a bare tailbone. In its open chest, you could see the huge heart beating.

Both signs of life and death appeared on its body at the same time. The life that had been sealed in its bones by alchemy finally broke free and bloomed like flowers. It once again dominated the world in the form of a dragon, and its fierce fighting spirit was ignited.

It spread its wings, roared to the sky, displaying the fury of a dragon, and then charged fiercely towards Sakurai Akira.

Wherever it passed, the seawater parted and the air tore apart. At this moment, it became Him again, wielding the violence that occupied the top of the food chain!

Sakurai Akira's wings fluttered, and he gripped his twin swords, slowly assuming a sword stance. He then casually swung his swords, unleashing a continuous, tidal wave of light from the heavy blades.

He severed the dragon's sweeping tail, cut off the dragon's flower-like ribs, and severed the ancient dragon's furious head.

It was as if fate, which had been so unexpectedly brought about, was also severed in one fell swoop.

The ancient dragon's massive body brushed past Sakurai Akira, and was shattered into countless pieces in mid-air, plummeting straight into the deep sea.

Sakurai Akira sheathed his sword and stood in mid-air, slowly closing his eyes.

In an instant.

The only sound between heaven and earth is the sound of the ocean tide.

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Propelled by the second steam explosion, the submersible's hull cracked like a broken egg, with cracks extending to every corner. The sound of metal tearing and curling was teeth-grinding, followed by a "whoosh" and then the sound of surging fluid.

"Did you hear that?" Caesar asked in a low voice.

"Of course, it was expected," Chu Zihang said in a low voice. "It's a miracle that this deep-sea submersible has lasted this long."

"Even your alchemical domain couldn't withstand it?"

"Hmm." Chu Zihang took a deep breath, placed the holy sword horizontally on his lap, and offered no further explanation.

He put on his diving helmet, then tossed it to Genjiro and Caesar respectively, glanced at the data on the dial, and said, "Two hundred meters to go. From here on, we'll have to swim up ourselves."

"Diving? I'm good at that. Follow me." Caesar confidently tossed aside his diving helmet. With his breath-holding ability, two hundred meters would be more than enough.

Yuan Zhisheng's eyes revealed a hint of worry. He was not worried about the deep-sea submersible breaking apart, but rather about the Corpse Guardian Swarm.

The outer shell emitted a terrifying tearing sound, the porthole collapsed, and the enormous water pressure acted directly on the inner shell, deforming the resin porthole at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The three of them looked at each other one last time and nodded to one another.

Immediately afterwards, a torrent of seawater flooded into the cockpit.

The three of them instantly leaped out of the shattered cockpit from different directions and swam freely towards the surface of the sea like fish.

A few minutes later, Genji broke through the sea surface. The last remaining Sumeru pedestal was still operating at full power, and the huge spotlight instantly locked onto Genji emerging from the sea.

"Young Master! It's the Young Master! You bastards, put down your guns!"

"Quickly! Bring the young master up!"

"Medical team! Medical team! Get the medical team ready!"

"Splash! Splash! Splash!"

In an instant, chaos erupted on the Sumeru pedestal. Crow, Yaksha, and Sakura jumped into the sea almost immediately, gathering from all directions and surrounding Genji.

Genjiro gazed at the devastation on the Sumeru pedestal and remained silent in the seawater for a long time.

He took a deep breath, forced himself to focus, and asked in a low voice, "The Corpse Guardians have gone to the northeast. Have the reinforcements from our main force arrived?"

"We'll be there soon!" Sakura replied quickly. "But if I may be so bold, we've lost track of the Corpse Guardians, and it's going to be very difficult to locate them in the ocean."

"No need to search, they will definitely come ashore to hunt for blood and food. Have our family set up defenses along the coast, and make sure that no corpse guards are allowed into the city!" Yuan Zhisheng's tone left no room for argument.

"Oh right, Caesar and Chu Zihang are still behind me..."

He froze suddenly.

Those two were indeed behind him earlier. He had been leading the way and was planning to mock a man who had previously claimed that everyone should follow him after they got ashore.

But now...

Yuan Zhisheng looked back and saw the sea rising and falling with the night wind, calm as if nothing had happened that night.

Those two guys... they ran away.

"It's nothing, let's go upstairs," Genji said softly.

Let them run. It's better that they ran away. If they hadn't, I really wouldn't know what to do with those two. After all, the family and the academy are completely separated.

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"Hey! You're exhausted?"

Caesar supported Chu Zihang with one hand, while his other arm powerfully parted the seawater as he swam forward.

The reason they lagged behind Yuan Zhisheng earlier was not only to sneak away, but also because Chu Zihang was exhausted and in extremely poor physical condition.

Chu Zihang asked in a low voice, "We're about 100 kilometers from the nearest coastline right now. Can you hold out?"

The two full-force bursts of [Monarch's Flame] plus the final activation of the alchemical domain attached to the Holy Sword were a huge burden for him, but the biggest burden was entering the Lenin!

He made astonishing discoveries aboard the Lenin, but at a great cost; had he not been corrupted by the Holy Sword, he would have been.

"One hundred kilometers..." Caesar muttered, "I could try without you dragging me down."

With his physical abilities, he can swim 5,000 meters in an hour, but it would take him 20 hours to swim 100 kilometers, which is a considerable challenge for his physical fitness, especially with Chu Zihang also involved.

But despite saying that, the guy grabbed Chu Zihang's arm but didn't move an inch.

His pride wouldn't allow him to abandon his companion at this critical juncture.

"In the future you see, how do we get back to Tokyo?" Chu Zihang suddenly asked.

Caesar paused for a moment, then hesitated and said, "In my dream, I was pulled up by a fishing boat. As for you, I don't know. I was unconscious at the time, but I am perfectly lucid now. The future timeline has been altered."

"So what do we do now?"

"I don't know either. Maybe we'll find an unwanted ship later."

"...What are the chances?" Chu Zihang suddenly asked.

"About 0.1%?"

"So that thing is 0.1% of yours?" Chu Zihang raised his hand and pointed to their left.

Caesar turned his head in confusion, and saw a white ship bobbing up and down with the waves.

Caesar raised his hand and rubbed his eyes in disbelief, wondering if he was hallucinating.

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Central control room.

Schneider slammed his fist hard on the table.

Manstein let his arms fall limply and put down the microphone.

On the huge 3D simulation map projected on the screen, there was a cluster of green dots, each with a number, representing the executive department's liaisons all over the world.

The college has spent decades building this network, and most of its graduates are sent to various parts of the world as specialists.

Some of them are hidden inside the Pentagon, serving as intelligence analysts; it would be too easy for someone of their mixed race's intelligence to get such a position.

Some went to research institutes to conduct cutting-edge research and collect scientific and technological intelligence.

A guy founded a new social networking company with hundreds of millions of users. These users post photos and write diaries in their spaces every day, such as "went to a nightclub to pick up girls today and bumped into my dad there." This guy then sifted through this massive amount of information to find news related to dragons...

Of course, there were also some unlucky ones who were sent to uninhabited islands in the Pacific Ocean to live with the local tribesmen, with the purpose of guarding the abandoned dragon tombs on the islands.

Every time the people from the academy visited him, they would see him wearing shorts made of coconut shells, dancing around the campfire, slapping his buttocks and dancing with the tribe. It is said that he has been wearing those ever since all the underwear he brought with him was torn.

When the people visiting him asked if he needed any extra supplies, like some sturdy underwear, the specialist said, "Forget it, wearing underwear here is so unfashionable. The girls in Broly won't like it. If it's convenient, could you bring me some fennel? I'll put fennel in my coconut shell underwear, and it'll give me a masculine charm. Then a lot of tribal girls will be willing to spend the night with me!"

But no matter where you are in the world, staying in touch is the top priority.

The specialist on the Pacific island would charge his communication device every day by cycling, ensuring he could speak with the academy at least once a day.

However, at this moment, the dots on the map started to go out one after another.

Norma monotonously recited their numbers:

"J0234, offline."

"J0177, offline."

"J9547, offline."

Communication between the comrade whose number was called and the academy headquarters was interrupted.

"Off-line" means being offline, but for Norma, it's not just about her phone running out of battery.

Norma's surveillance covers areas around the world with information systems, including emails, mobile networks, credit card information, and postal networks. A person is only considered "offline" when all other means fail to reach them.

It's highly unlikely that she'll lose track of someone.

When someone is deemed "offline," it usually means that they are dead.

What happened at this moment was unprecedented since Norma was founded: hundreds of specialists, thousands of communication channels, and tens of thousands of accounts were "cut out" from Norma's system.

Each number begins with "J", which is the first letter of "Japan", and all of these numbers come from the Japanese branch.

The last light on the Japanese archipelago went out, leaving the entire area blank.

"Japan is out of control!" Schneider said hoarsely.

(End of this chapter)