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

She lowered her voice and said in a tone only the two of them could hear:

"Let me tell you a secret: my Word of Power is a mental technique that allows me to see into people's deepest memories. The moment I saw you, I saw right through you."

Chu Zihang's eyes widened suddenly. This boy, who was only eighteen years old and whose Word Spirit had not yet been awakened, was not yet able to fully control his emotions. He had a pair of light brown eyes, and his surprised look was quite cute.

Upon seeing this, Yuan Zhinv burst out laughing.

She slammed the accelerator to the floor, and amidst the raging wind and rain and the roar of the engine, she lit a cigar with one hand. A moment later, she exhaled white smoke, her beautiful face appearing and disappearing behind the smoke.

"You're right, they're just a bunch of monsters with dragon blood flowing through their veins, nothing to be afraid of."

On a stormy night, the tollbooth attendant was dozing off when suddenly a light flashed outside. He rubbed his eyes and saw only a dark shadow flash by.

Yuan Zhinv was not familiar with this city, but because the mission target was Chu Zihang, she checked all the elevated roads outside on her first day here.

She knew that Chu Zihang in the original novel entered Highway 0, but there is no highway in the world numbered 0; Highway 0 simply does not exist.

It was essentially just a Nibelungen, a Nibelungen as vast as the city, a world in the shadows, and Odin was its ruler.

However, according to the principles of the Nibelungen, the Dragon Kings cannot create something out of thin air. Highway 0 must be the result of some kind of real highway being distorted.

After examining all the highways, only one highway that had been abandoned for many years met the criteria. That highway was numbered 10, and some mysterious force had erased the "1" in front of it.

In a few years, this highway will be rebuilt, and a loser will come in a tricycle. He may be the second visitor after Chu Zihang and his son accidentally wandered in over the years.

But now, Yuan Zhinu has brought Chu Zihang to visit ahead of schedule.

There was no particular reason; it just suddenly came to mind.

Compared to Herzog, a mysterious entity that always lurks in the shadows, intangible and untouchable yet seemingly omnipresent, Genji didn't care about the Nibelungen.

No matter what stands in your way, as long as you still have the sword in your hand, you have nothing to fear. You can also take the opportunity to see if the Dragon King, who has been following the Killer Embryo, will appear in this critical moment.

That's how madmen are; they'll do anything on a whim, never considering whether they'll die or get hurt.

The Bugatti Veyron was pushed to its limits, the wind and rain rushed towards us, and the black mountains and forests on both sides of the road also rushed towards us, as if the whole world was rushing towards us.

The vehicle drove up a high slope, and golden flames slowly rose at the end of the dark road. Countless dark shadows crawled up from under the overpass and slowly stood up, like wild beasts that had transformed from four-legged creatures into upright walking humans.

As the Bugatti Veyron passed by, they turned their necks and watched the crazy sports car rush toward the golden flames, neither stopping it nor chasing it, like passersby indifferently watching Don Quixote raise his lance and charge toward the windmill.

Chu Zihang's breathing suddenly became rapid, his eyes widened, and his pupils were bloodshot.

They finally saw the person standing in the golden flames. The eight-legged horse pawed at the ground, and the person on its back was wrapped in a shroud, wearing dark gold armor and a blue cloak, and holding a curved golden spear.

They were godlike beings, and they were like lambs offered as sacrifice.

Chapter 29 Like the Blade of Death

The vast expanse of broad forest leaves swayed beneath the elevated road, the world subtly distorted, the sounds of wind and rain, and the suppressed, baby-like cries from the throats of shadowy figures—as if whispers were emanating from the depths of the earth…

So hungry...so thirsty!

Someone's coming... Flesh and blood... Fresh flesh and blood!

This hellish scene is unfolding in reality. As the Bugatti Veyron gets closer to the only light in the darkness, the absurd and distorted world around it becomes clearer.

Genji knew that they were entering Nibelungen through some kind of interface, and it wouldn't be an exaggeration to call this place hell.

The golden flames in front of them resembled the throne of a god; everything was both terrifying and solemn, creating a scene with a tremendous sense of ritual.

The only discordant element was that the guy worshipping the throne wasn't going to slow down; the black sports car roared and crashed into the god's throne!

Odin remained standing amidst the golden flames. As the distance drew closer, Genji could clearly see the cold light reflecting off Odin's silver mask... The lightning bolts spewed from his eight-legged steed turned into lightning fragments... The golden flames on his Gungnir rose and fell with each breath...

This was a massive, bloody feast.

As the surrounding environment completely distorted, a wave of baby-like cries washed over them, as if something had enveloped them.

The ground gradually became slippery, as if something sticky was spread on the road surface. The sports car was forced to slow down, and the engine made a rumbling sound as if it was about to stop at any moment.

They finally entered Nibelungen completely, entering this twisted and absurd world.

Countless golden pupils lit up in the darkness, like a mysterious firefly, as they slowly approached. The sound of rustling footsteps echoed on the ground, and terrifying cries surrounded them.

These monsters became extremely excited.

Yuan Zhinu stepped on the brakes and brought the car to a stop. Before the monsters could pounce, she turned to look at Chu Zihang, whose body was tense and whose face was pale. His hands were gripping the door handle tightly, trembling slightly from excessive excitement.

This still-naive young man once again found himself in this nightmarish place, but he was not afraid; his eyes were filled with excitement at seeing his enemy again.

Do you know how to use a knife?

Yuan Zhinv asked him, and the girl's voice remained calm. There was no extra expression on her face, as if she were not in this terrifying scene that resembled hell, but rather preparing to take a walk in the park in the evening breeze.

She is now asking her travel companions if they want to come along.

Chu Zihang clenched his teeth so hard that his crowns made a grinding sound, his brown eyes were bloodshot, and his voice became hoarse.

"I know a little; I learned it at the Children's Palace."

Yuan Zhinü nodded and casually pulled a long sword from the car beside her and tossed it to him. It was a sword she had brought from Japan. Although it couldn't compare to her cherry-red one, it was still a rare and fine sword.

She knew that Chu Zihang in the original novel used a Japanese sword, but she wasn't sure whether he knew it before or after entering the school.

Actually, this was just a one-sided outburst from her. The endless rain made her feel terrible, and when she's in a bad mood, she wants to kill things that she hates.

Chu Zihang was simply dragged into this innocently. He is only eighteen years old and has not yet entered Kassel College to learn the necessary skills for killing embryos, nor does he possess any Word Power. In this bloody and terrifying place, he is as fragile as a paper doll.

So she said to Chu Zihang:

"If you feel scared, you don't have to get off the bus. With me here, nothing can hurt you."

“If I die, just drive away. Trust me, you’ll be fine.”

But Chu Zihang simply gripped the hilt of the knife tightly.

Yuan Zhinv was not surprised by his choice, but simply said, "Then take good care of yourself. If a fight breaks out, I may not be able to look after you."

Before she could finish speaking, the girl, who looked like a knife, picked up her cherry-red, bloody weapon, opened the door, and got out of the car.

In the darkness, countless Dead Servants flew rapidly closer, silent and grotesque. These deformed monsters were like demons who had died tragically in hell, eager to destroy everything that was alive.

The burly man riding a giant horse not far away had been coldly watching this side the whole time, like a silent statue, like a terrifying shadow that could never be shaken off, or like a god looking down on the ants on the ground.

Genjiro knew that Odin was not in Nibelungen.

At this very moment, His Majesty the Dragon King may be searching for warriors in that land reminiscent of Norse mythology, and that terrifying shadow is nothing more than a shadow.

Of course, these are all her guesses, and guesses are always prone to error. Perhaps the Dragon King just happened to be going back to his hometown on a whim.

Perhaps the god riding a horse was not a shadow or an illusion, but the real body, and that's why Genji just happened to walk into the line of fire.

But it doesn't matter, it doesn't matter at all. The worst that could happen is death. At least this is the path she chose herself, not some damn script written for her by someone else.

As for Chu Zihang... this boy had been looking forward to this moment his whole life. Yuan Zhinu could not see any fear on his face, only suppressed excitement and deep-seated hatred.

So she decided to take the gamble, and the stake was her life. At least before she died, she was certain that she would burn everything to send Chu Zihang away.

Genji stretched her body, her joints cracking as she drew her long sword. The cherry-red blade gleamed in the darkness, illuminating Deadpool's pale, distorted face.

With a heavy swipe of her hand, black blood splattered. It was a creature much smaller than the other Deadpools, which was why it ran exceptionally fast.

But just as he was about to approach Genjiro and pierce through her flesh with his sharp claws, his neck was severed, and his head rolled to the ground instantly.

No one saw how she drew her knife; the movement was incredibly fast. In the blink of an eye, all that remained was sprayed black blood and a human head rolling on the ground.

But she didn't care at all. Her movements were so practiced that it was as if she had done it a thousand times before. She didn't even bother to look at it. The girl just casually flicked the blood off her knife and charged straight into the endless horde of Dead Servants.

One ferocious and terrifying monster after another rushed up, surrounding her layer by layer, yet she was laughing.

A joyful, excited smile spread across her face, as if she had finally found a toy that interested her. Her dark eyes lit up with a golden gleam.

With this frenzied slaughter, the fierce, bloodthirsty aura emanating from Genji was fully unleashed, a madness more terrifying than that of a demon.

Compared to those monstrous Deadpools, she was like the Grim Reaper from hell, her long sword leaving a trail of blood wherever it went.

Neither gods nor monsters survived.

Chapter 30 The Power of the Eight-Headed Serpent

It wasn't easy for Genjiro to kill these Death Servants.

These Deadpools were more troublesome than any of the demons she had killed in Japan. Their bones were as hard as steel, and unless their heads were cut off, they would still struggle and pounce on her even if they were cut in two.

These are monsters completely devoid of reason. They are fearless of pain, and the more they are injured, the more excited they become. Most importantly, they never get tired.

Countless Dead Servants climbed up from under the scaffold; no one knew how many Dead Servants had accumulated here over the years, seemingly endless.

Fortunately, the knife in Genji's hand was sharp enough that, although it took some effort, it was not difficult to split open those hard bones.

During her three years in Tokyo, she learned countless combat techniques, and her swordsmanship became incredibly refined. Coupled with her talent for increasing the damage of swords, the longsword in her hands seemed to have a life of its own, greedily absorbing all blood and cutting everything in its path.

In this deadly environment, her three talents undoubtedly came in handy. No matter how terrifying the Deadpools were or how shrill their baby-like cries were, her heart remained as cold as steel, her mind clear, and her emotions never wavered. Beheading was as easy as cutting vegetables.

Pain shielding made her completely indifferent to injuries. As long as it wasn't a fatal attack, Yuan Zhinü didn't even bother to dodge. Blood was flowing out and her stamina was being rapidly depleted, but she didn't care.

Compared to her madness, Chu Zihang's situation was much worse.

Yuan Zhinv single-handedly took on almost all the Dead Servants, but there were always a few clever ones who found her too tough and difficult to gnaw on, so they bypassed her and attacked Chu Zihang instead.

Chu Zihang gripped the knife tightly and swung it forcefully, but he was too weak. The knife got stuck one-third of the way into the Deadpool's bone and could not go any further. He could only pull the knife out and kick the Deadpool away.

But these things are relentless, and being injured only excites them more. Chu Zihang was so entangled that he couldn't spare a moment, and his situation was dire.

Even as Deadpool's sharp claws pierced his shoulder, he didn't make a sound. He gritted his teeth, veins bulging on his forehead, and swung his knife again and again in resentment.

His eyes were filled with hatred and rage; his gaze was like a burning fire. The sharp, hoarse cries constantly lingered in his ears, and he could understand the emotions contained within them.

These things are hungry, these things are thirsty, these things want to eat him.

They desperately craved flesh and blood yet utterly hated all living things, like the spirits of the dead who had died tragically, wanting everyone to go to hell with them.

Chu Zihang felt a splitting headache. These sounds rushed into his ears as if trying to tear his brain apart, and something inside him was burning.

Did Dad face all these disgusting things alone back then?

Will he be hurt by these disgusting things? Is he still alive? Or has he already been torn to pieces by these disgusting things?

How dare they?!

It hurts, it hurts so much. My brain feels like it's going to explode, like someone has stuffed hundreds of steel needles inside.

Chu Zihang's eyes were bloodshot, with a faint golden light flashing in them. He pressed his head down with both hands, his arms convulsing from the intense pain.