Erii: A Journey Through the Heavens Begins with Frilian

Chapter 113 You Have No Choice (Seeking Monthly Tickets)

Erii's hand paused, and her head suddenly turned to the side of the overpass, her gaze seemingly piercing through the rain curtain, fixed on the top of the distant building.

Word of Power: Blood Ties!

The vast territory unfolded, its area far exceeding that of the trial area.

It covers the sprawling buildings and streets, searching for all dragonbloods within its range, including Deadpools, dragonblood monsters, hybrids, and pure-blooded dragons.

As long as one's body contains dragon blood, one cannot escape the sensing and locking of the Blood Ties. The stronger the initiator, the greater and more precise the range of the domain.

At this moment, within Erii's vision, there seemed to be a chain formed from blood extending into the heavy rain, with the target being perceived at the other end.

The enemies near the overpass are gone, but there's still one lone enemy there.

But before Erii could react, the target sped away and disappeared.

Extremely fast, like the wind, definitely a master!

Erii withdrew her gaze, removed the corpse's mask, and was momentarily stunned when she saw the face beneath it.

The rain gradually subsided, and under the wash of the rain, a fair and delicate face appeared incredibly tender, with wet hair clinging to her forehead, making her look even more pitiful.

She was shocked by the man's breathtaking appearance; his features were exquisite, and his beauty was both delicate and alluring. Even in death, he was no less beautiful than herself.

The others got out of the car and were also shocked when they saw the face of the corpse.

"A woman?" Shude Aki asked in surprise.

Ye Sheng shook his head. "No, his Adam's apple is clearly protruding, his body is flexible but his frame is not small, and the thickness of his joints is also in line with male characteristics."

Fingel shrugged. "This guy looks like a grown man, but his face looks like a woman's, a really beautiful woman at that."

The group waited there for a while until the rain stopped and the support from the Enforcement Bureau arrived.

Yuan Zhisheng personally led the team, with Crow and Yaksha as his left and right hands, and seven or eight modified cars drove into the overpass in a grand procession.

Along the way, they also encountered road maintenance and a sudden attack.

Most of them are biker gangs, with a small number of fierce ghosts.

Dealing with these scattered soldiers was a piece of cake; they swept through the enemy lines and captured quite a few alive.

"I am the Director of the Executive Bureau, and also an alumnus of your school." Yuan Zhisheng shook hands politely with the trio, speaking in Chinese.

"Director Yuan, I am the chief executive officer for this operation, and I will be in direct contact with you," Ye Sheng said.

Yuan Zhisheng nodded.

"Hello, senior." Akira greeted him in Japanese.

Yuan Zhisheng nodded.

"Junior, you look unfamiliar," Fingel said with a familiar arm around Yuan Zhisheng's shoulder, and said suspiciously, "I entered the class of 01, and you are a senior student in 03. Logically speaking, we should have met in the academy."

Genji's eyelids twitched, stunned by Fingel's cheap yet flamboyant kimono. Two seconds later, he took a step back and broke free from Fingel's arm around his shoulder.

"I did not complete four years of study. During that time, I used an alias and concealed my identity. Apart from the principal, I never had any close relationships with teachers and students," Yuan Zhisheng answered truthfully.

"I see, impressive!" Fingel gave a sincere thumbs up. "Even I, the head of the news department, didn't realize you existed. You're really good at hiding your tracks!"

Genji remained noncommittal, saying, "I'm sorry to have made you three laugh, but the current situation in Japan is indeed this dire, please bear with me."

After saying that, he went to the front of the car, about to speak to Erii, but his peripheral vision was drawn to the corpse on the hood.

In that instant, Erii was absolutely certain that her brother in front of her had frozen.

His body suddenly tensed up and trembled, which also drew the attention of Sakura Yabuki, who was always watching him.

"Brother, what's wrong?" Erii looked at the corpse. "Someone you know?"

Incredulously, Genji reached out, his Adam's apple bobbing as he brushed aside the disheveled hair on the corpse's face. The cool, real touch of the skin told him that this was not an illusion.

"It looks familiar, like an old friend. I must have mistaken him for someone else." He realized there were other people around and forced back his turbulent thoughts.

at the same time.

"? Is Young Master Liuli not here today?!"

"How could this happen?! I came in this pouring rain, and my haute couture dress is completely soaked!"

"Yeah, I brought my girlfriends here specifically to see Kazama Ruri. She's heading back to New York first thing tomorrow morning!"

Inside the glittering host club, the air was filled with the fragrance of luxury perfumes. Even though it was pouring rain outside, wealthy ladies carrying expensive bags continued to come and go.

However, after learning that the famous host of Takamagahara, whose reputation resounded throughout Japan, had stopped working, everyone's expression changed. The decadent atmosphere suddenly turned into a noisy market, clamoring for Kazama Ruri to show her face.

"I'm so sorry, ladies," the manager quickly stepped in to smooth things over, "Ruri Kazama is indeed not here today, but Musashi and White Rose are both here—"

The club's backstage area.

The exclusive lounge for the top male escort.

Genji breathed a sigh of relief, secretly thankful that she had reacted quickly and run away fast, otherwise she might have really had a fight with Erii tonight.

He also witnessed Erii slaying the king.

"Aren't you happy to see me dead?" Wang asked with a light laugh as he sat upright on the sofa behind him.

"You are a demon from hell, death is far away from you, isn't it?" Genji sneered.

Yes, that's always the case.

The initially controlled Genji (Ruri Kazama) killed the King, but just when she thought she had gained her freedom, a brand new, unharmed King inexplicably appeared.

Coupled with the incantation-like sound of the clapper, the image of the king as terrifying and powerful gradually took root in his mind.

"You didn't need to pull this stunt today. The Ghost Gang hasn't been fully mobilized yet. Doing this will only send everyone to their deaths in vain," said Genji.

"Don't try to guess what I'm thinking," the king said coldly.

In reality, he was testing whether the sound of the clapper had truly lost its effect on Erii.

"The next operation will be led by you personally, with elite troops, to ambush Erii. No matter the cost, you must bring her back to my side," the king declared without room for argument.

Now that Erii is out of control and Kassel College has also intervened, Herzog knows that his long-planned scheme is on the verge of collapse, so he intends to burn the Oni and make the last use of this trash.

Even if it means taking a desperate gamble, they must leave this country with Genji, Erii, and the White King's remains, and complete their great evolution in the desolate Siberia or Sahara Desert.

"At all costs? Aren't our lives lives too?" Yuan Zhinu frowned and questioned.

He is not the same personality as Kazama Ruri, and he dislikes killing and war. Therefore, he is extremely resistant to the great battle that the king spoke of, which would result in mutual destruction and annihilation.

"My dear girl, you had no choice," the king said with a sigh.

"Are you going to force me with this again?" Yuan Zhinv mocked, glancing at the clapper at the other's waist.

Wang Jiang sighed and shook his head. "I actually made a mistake by accident. Guess what kind of features the 'me' that Erii killed had under the mask."

Yuan Zhinü was stunned. He had tried to lift the mask, but found that it was stuck to his cheeks. Forcibly tearing it off would only remove the entire face, making it difficult to discern his appearance.

Hearing the king's tone, his heart sank for no reason.

"It's you! It's your face, Genjiro's face, the younger brother your brother has been longing for day and night." The king's words were like a bolt from the blue, leaving Genjiro stunned and speechless.

The next second, he lunged forward, his hand forming a palm blade, creating a sharp buzzing sound as it rubbed against the air.

"You're asking for death!" Genji roared furiously.

scared

Yuan Zhinü collapsed to the ground, clutching her head in anguish, much like Sun Wukong being subjected to the Tightening-Headband Mantra recited by Tang Sanzang.