Dragon Raja: Starting with acquiring Orochi, a counterattack against the gods.

Fingel ran with all his might, but the noise behind him was getting closer and closer. Fingel was going crazy, cursing in his mind: "Still chasing, still chasing, those bastards are still chasing!"

This is when Fingel's strength is truly revealed. When a man exerts all his muscles, he is like an angry bull or a powerful cheetah, running incredibly fast even while carrying Genjiro on his back.

Fingel was now only grateful that he was carrying a thin girl, which wasn't much of a burden. If it had been a burly man, even if Fingel was kind-hearted, he would have had to abandon the body and run away by now.

Speaking of which, the girl's fierce appearance when she picked up the knife was simply too terrifying to look at. She had a powerful aura and terrifying strength, and could even overpower the Dragon King. Killing one or two giant dragons was as easy as killing chickens. She was as fierce as a Tyrannosaurus Rex.

But when she was seriously injured and fell into a coma, Fingel was shocked to realize how thin she was. Her tall figure was all bones, and her delicate face was as white as if she had been seriously ill. Now it was pale and bluish, and she looked like she was about to die.

Oh no, not just looks like it, it's practically dead.

The reason she's still alive is entirely because of that strange man. Fingel clearly saw that the fiery guy lifted up Genji, drew a symbol on her fatal wound, and squeezed out a drop of blood, which looked like some kind of magical alchemy.

And then, miraculously, that last breath kept him alive.

But I feel like if this drags on any longer, I'll lose all my strength.

But the icy sea was so vast, and a dragon king was chasing after him. Fingel didn't know what to do for a moment, so he could only run away first.

A gust of cold wind swept past, and a dark figure swept past him. Fingel stopped abruptly, his muscles bulging and turning blue, his hand gripping the reddened sword of Genji tightly.

But just as he was about to fight desperately, he saw who it was and was immediately stunned.

The person who came was Old Tang, but it didn't seem like Old Tang.

He put on his old winter clothes, and his body was no longer on fire. He looked the same, but the feeling he gave off was completely different.

Old Tang's usually comical face was now filled with cold, authoritative indifference. His eyes, which used to be always confused and bewildered, now seemed to be burning with an invisible flame, a fiery golden light that made people afraid to look directly at him, as if looking at him for too long would burn them.

He simply stood there, yet he exuded the weight of time, his figure solitary and lonely, as if he had lived like this for over a thousand years.

Fingel retreated warily, his eyes fixed on the strange creature, unable to tell whether it was friend or foe.

But the man merely glanced at him indifferently, his tone calm and unwavering: "If this drags on any longer, she'll really die."

Fingel hesitated for a moment, but finally decided to trust the guy one more time. After all, he was really helpless in the face of this kind of injury. Whether he could be saved or not was up to fate. He might as well try anything.

Genji was carefully placed on a flat surface. The last rise and fall of the girl's chest had almost disappeared, and her breathing was so weak that it was almost imperceptible. Her whole body exuded a pure white color, the color of death, devoid of any vitality.

A huge wound cut open her entire chest, and her injured internal organs could be vaguely seen inside. The blood had stopped flowing because it had long since stopped flowing. The wound had turned an eerie black, and this blackness was spreading, as if death was devouring all life.

Old Tang frowned. He stretched out his hand, and a bright flame condensed in his palm, but Fingel could not feel any heat. The spread of temperature was controlled perfectly.

This control over temperature and the manipulation of flames is something even the most skilled master craftsman cannot achieve, because it is something that humans cannot do; it is the authority that belongs exclusively to the Lord of Flames.

However, Fingel was not in the mood to pay attention to any of this, because he saw the man performing alchemy.

Perhaps it was alchemy, Fingel wasn't sure, because he had never seen such a method before.

A drop of blood melted in the flames in the man's hand, eventually turning into a dense mist of blood. He sprinkled this mist onto the girl's gruesome wound, and the eerie blackness vanished.

Fingel had heard of bio-alchemy before, mainly used to create corpse guards and modify dead servants, but this was the first time he had seen it on a living person. However, after looking at it for a while, he found that the wound had not healed; only the layer of deathly blackness had disappeared.

But even that alone is amazing.

"Who exactly are you?" Fingel blurted out.

The man glanced at him calmly and uttered only four words: "My name is Norton."

Fingel scratched his head, somewhat puzzled: "Aren't you surnamed Tang?"

"Wait... what?"

He quickly realized what was happening, staring wide-eyed at the man in front of him as if he had seen a ghost in broad daylight.

The arrogant man didn't bother to look at him again, but Fingel didn't find anything wrong with this arrogant attitude at all. All he wanted to do now was pinch his philtrum hard.

He thought he might not be fully awake, otherwise why would he hear the name Norton?

Times have really changed. Both the Bronze and Fire Kings are saving people now. Who would have dared to imagine this before?

The most crucial thing is... it seems they haven't been saved yet.

Seeing the girl's wound, which showed no signs of healing, Fingel mustered his courage and cautiously asked, "Um, Your Majesty, why isn't anything happening?"

The man's face darkened: "I don't know how to heal injuries."

Fingel asked hesitantly, "...? And what are you doing here?"

“Remove that damned woman’s death order,” the man said.

"Is there any hope for her?"

"do not know."

Fingel thought to himself, "What a tragedy for my junior. Could she really have died here on the snowy plains? It's such a pity that such a beautiful girl would die here."

But if it's truly beyond saving, then so be it. He's already done his best, and even the Dragon King can't do anything about it; they're truly at a loss.

If all else fails, he might as well bury him in a snow pit. He thinks the scenery here is quite nice, and he can enjoy the snow every day. On the seventh day after his death, he can even go and settle accounts with Leviathan.

Just then, the man slowly spoke: "But if she dies, you will go and join her."

Fingel, who was just about to suggest burying her somewhere if all else failed, thought: "..."

He picked up the girl from the ground and said with a serious face, "I think she can still be saved. Why don't we leave the ice field first?"

"By the way, Your Majesty, would you like to return to your dragon lair or..."

Norton gave him a cold look: "Go to Japan."

Fingleton looked surprised: "Huh? I remember you were a Chinese dragon... oh no, I mean your dragon's nest is in China, the Three Gorges, right? How come you went to Japan?"

Seeing that a fire seemed to be burning in Norton's eyes, Fingel decisively shut his mouth and said obsequiously, "Go to Japan, go to Japan right away, sir, please, please."

At the same time, he muttered to himself, "Does even the Dragon King travel these days?"

Norton: "..."

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Chapter 148 The doctor shook his head and said, "We've done our best."

The pitch-black helicopter slowly descended, becoming the only color on the endless snowy plain. A white-haired old man walked slowly towards the detection house that had merged with the ice and snow in the howling cold wind.

After the Greenland Ice Sea incident ten years ago, the Kassel Institute has been monitoring the Greenland Ice Sea, and this detection house is one of the residences of the institute's executive commissioners.

At this time, several specialists inside had been waiting at the door early, waiting nervously for the principal to arrive.

Actually, we had been in Angers for a while, but we didn't rush here. Instead, we went to investigate the areas where the anomalies had occurred. However, neither the volcanic eruption nor the earthquake seemed to have had any impact.

Apart from the endless snow and ice and the glaciers that have remained unchanged for millions of years, there was nothing unusual about Angers. It was so calm that it didn't seem like a place where a natural disaster had occurred. It was as if all traces had been hidden by the wind and snow.

But precisely because it's so common, it indicates a problem.

"Principal!" Several commissioners braved the cold wind to come out and greet him, but their gazes toward Angers were very ardent.

Few of the executive officers did not admire and respect Angers, because the principal was a legend.

He raised his head and smiled, exuding elegance and gentlemanly grace: "Hello, students."

"These are the geological monitoring reports for this period of time." A specialist handed over a stack of documents: "It's strange. We clearly detected underwater fluctuations and increased water temperature, but they disappeared very quickly. We suspect that an underwater earthquake triggered an undersea volcanic eruption."

"However, due to the low temperature or other reasons, the earthquake and volcanic eruption were very short-lived and ended quickly, so it seems that no trace was left. We may still need to explore the seabed."

"No need." The old man shook his head: "You have done very well."

The staff looked at each other, somewhat embarrassed, but before they could react, the old man had already turned around and picked up his phone.

Meanwhile, in Japan, almost halfway around the world, Schneider glanced at the caller ID and answered the phone.

"Hello, Principal?"

"Are our S-class students still around?" The old man's voice was still elegant and gentlemanly, but Schneider felt that there was something hidden in his voice, even if it was just his imagination.

"Yes." Schneider answered briefly.

"Oh?" The old man was clearly surprised. "Still here?"

Schneider glanced at the student sitting in the wheelchair behind him with a sullen face and said affirmatively, "Yes, she is. She is right next to me now."

"Then why didn't you report to the college?" the principal asked. "Was your leg really injured?"

"Yes." Schneider said, "I checked and found that both legs were shattered and fractured. The injuries are quite serious and he cannot walk upright for the time being."

The principal was even more surprised: "Who could hurt her?"

"I don't know. When I asked her, she refused to say, only saying it was an accident."

"That's really quite unexpected."

"What do we do next?" Schneider hesitated. "With her leg injured like this, she should have been recuperating in Japan for some time now."

"Then let her recover well. Give her my regards." Angers hung up the phone.

Schneider put away his phone and turned to see the girl not far away, still expressionless, seemingly indifferent to everything. But whether it was just his imagination or not, Schneider felt that there was a sense of despair on her face.

And I don’t know why, even though it’s a familiar face, I always feel it’s a little strange.

However, Schneider attributed this feeling of unfamiliarity to the fact that they hadn't met many times, so it was normal for them to feel estranged.

After thinking it over, Schneider, considering that the student was one of his prized students, offered a few words of comfort, conveyed the principal's greetings, and then left.

Throughout the entire process, the girl maintained a cold and expressionless face.

This is what Sakurai Kogure and Minamoto Chiseo said. Sakurai Kogure said that he was probably somewhat similar to Minamoto Chiseo only when he had a cold face and no expression.

In order to deal with the surprise inspection of the academy, Uesugi Yue suddenly had an idea and came up with such a wicked idea. Since his son and daughter are twins who look exactly the same, and his son is so effeminate, it would be very reasonable to replace the one with the other.

Genjiro was speechless and even found it hard to accept, but the situation was urgent, so he had to accept it and reluctantly put on Genjiro's clothes.

He and Genji were about the same size and had similar facial features. Although he was a little taller, it was not noticeable when he was in a wheelchair. The biggest difference was some subtle differences in appearance.

Minamoto Chisei's facial features are not as delicate as Minamoto Chikunori's, and appear a little rougher, but with Sakurai Kogure's careful makeup, that subtle difference is well concealed.

Another issue is the leg injury. Genji didn't go to the academy to ask for leave because she had a broken leg. Schneider will definitely want to verify the truth of the matter, so this charade must be made real. Thus, Sakurai Kogure was eager to try.

This girl made no attempt to hide her desire to settle personal scores, seemingly intending to simply kill Genjiro. Of course, Uesugi Kotsushi didn't dare to send her, but apart from her, no one else dared to lay a hand on their former young master.

Seeing this, Uesugi had no choice but to take matters into his own hands, tearfully breaking both of his legs into comminuted fractures.

Genji felt that he could feel more at ease if he suffered a little pain for his sister, so he refused Uesugi Etsushi's suggestion to not use anesthesia. After all, he had carried out countless missions, big and small, over the years and had been injured before. Every time, he had to endure it on his own.

Even with all his experience, he was still in so much pain that he almost fainted. For a moment, he even wondered if this attack was partly due to personal grudges. But looking into his father's sincere eyes, he realized he was probably overthinking it.

Fortunately, he managed to get through it. When he was studying at Kassel College, he rarely interacted with others and always kept to himself. He had never met Professor Schneider, but he had heard that the professor was an iron-fisted and very astute person.