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

"3/4, not a little less."

Lu Mingfei fell silent. Anyone could see his struggle at that moment. The devil didn't urge him but instead looked up at the sky.

Through layers of dark clouds and through the thunder and lightning, two figures could be seen colliding and intersecting.

Genjiro was indeed at a disadvantage.

This is not surprising. If Odin were weaker than her, he wouldn't have chosen to appear now. That bastard has been hiding for thousands of years; he wouldn't make a move without absolute certainty.

Since he has chosen to make a move this time, it means that he is confident in dealing with Genjiro.

Although they had left that perfectly positioned barrier, the difference in strength was still real.

Even if it's just a pseudo-Black King, it's still a Black King, at least stronger than a complete White King. Maybe not by much, but it's not at the level of overwhelming power. However, in this kind of life-or-death battle, a slight difference often means the difference between life and death.

That's why Odin mocked Genji for overestimating herself and eagerly courting death.

But so what?

Even if we can't win, even if we get killed, so what?

Even if Yuan Zhinü wasn't the most intelligent person, she knew her chances were slim. She had already reached the limit of progress. Was she supposed to eat Xia Mi and Constantine as well? Even if she ate them both, she probably wouldn't improve much.

But Odin has been plotting for a thousand years, so who knows how many tricks he still has up his sleeve?

Letting him go this time will only repeat the same situation as before. They won't be able to find Odin, but Odin can attack them at any time because the Snake Clan is in Japan and Kassel College is in the United States.

Even if Genji could disregard these people and ruthlessly sacrifice everything, she might not be able to surpass Odin's level; instead, it would add more uncertainty.

Taking all factors into consideration, Yuan Zhinv felt it would be better to settle the matter here.

She knew in her heart that here, she could at least catch Odin off guard and gain a tiny bit of initiative.

Although this initiative is really nothing special, and her reckless actions seem quite impulsive, it was actually her highest winning percentage ever. The longer the game dragged on, the lower her winning percentage became.

Since that's the case, there's nothing more to say, let's end the battle!

Whether one lives or dies is no longer important at this moment.

The Spider-Slaying Child-Slaying Blade, which was originally as sharp as a mirror, is now covered with cracks and is no longer a weapon that can cut through iron like mud. As for the Murasame, it is completely destroyed. Odin's spear, which looks like it has no power, has a power that far exceeds these top-level alchemical weapons.

Gungnir greatly enhanced Odin's combat power, and the buff that guaranteed a hit whenever it was thrown caused countless wounds all over Genji's body. Hot dragon blood rolled down, almost dyeing her white scales blood red.

Odin's arrogance was not unfounded. He was slightly stronger than Genji, and with the overpowered weapon Gungnir, if they were to fight to the death, although he himself would not be able to leave unscathed, it would be highly likely that Genji would die.

The dense dark clouds suddenly broke apart, and the two collided like meteors before bouncing off and falling into the sky.

The churning seawater froze, and the extreme cold spread instantly, with wind and snow sweeping across the ruins in a flash.

The two landed on the ice, stumbling backward. Their wounds were healing rapidly, their cells were dividing at high speed, and their flesh was regenerating.

There wasn't a single undamaged spot on Yuan Zhinü's body; countless holes in her shattered scales were bleeding.

Although Odin was also in a sorry state, his injuries were significantly less severe than those of Genjiro. Most importantly, he was still wielding that overpowered weapon, which was the key to victory.

The three top-tier alchemical weapons in Genji's hands were almost completely destroyed, with countless nicks and chips appearing on the blades, a testament to the intensity of the battle.

In their countless clashes, she was often the one who ended up being pierced through. If it weren't for her powerful bloodline, she would have been reduced to ashes long ago. But even with the White King's bloodline, she was growing weaker and weaker, and was about to be worn down to death.

"It's not too late to back out now," Odin said arrogantly, his posture utterly haughty.

In the previous collision, his Pegasus was torn apart once again, and his blue cloak was ripped into strips, but he was still in much better condition than Genji.

“Odin.” Genji sighed softly, her tone even carrying a hint of helplessness: “You always act like you want to recruit me, do you think I don’t know the ironclad rules among the Dragon Kings?”

"The new king will never allow the old king to live in this world; once hatred begins, it will never end."

Yuan Zhinv recited the ironclad rules passed down from her memory in a hoarse voice, then suddenly paused, a hint of mockery in her scarlet eyes: "Or perhaps..."

"You're afraid I'll take a desperate gamble, like this!"

Before she finished speaking, Yuan Zhinu suddenly slammed her hand heavily on the ground beneath her feet. Instantly, the ice layer, hundreds of meters thick, cracked open, and the seawater surged violently!

Odin's pupils contracted. He finally dropped his feigned attitude, raised the long, piercing spear, and his eyes revealed undisguised murderous intent.

He saw through Genji's intentions. Knowing she couldn't win, she wanted to take everyone down with her. He absolutely wouldn't allow that to happen; he had to end Genji's life completely!

Gungnir tumbled and flew toward Genjiro like a streak of purplish-black light. It was not fast and it was very quiet, because death is such a quiet thing.

As if oblivious to the approaching danger, Genji completely abandoned all defense, her eyes burning with a mad flame, and anyone could see her resolute determination.

If we can't go on living, then let's die together! No one will survive!

"Lu Mingze!" Lu Mingfei roared.

Time suddenly slowed down in his eyes. Odin's movements froze at the moment Gungnir made his move. The damned weapon flew slowly, as if everything had been put on slow motion.

"What's wrong, brother?"

The devil smiled, but there was no smile in his eyes; if you looked closely, you could even see a faint sadness.

“I’ll make a deal with you,” Lu Mingfei said, his voice hoarse and dry, as if each word had been uttered with all his might, until finally he completely let out a breath, as if murmuring, “I’ll make a deal with you…”

"Please, save her! She can't die! I don't want her to die! I don't want her to die!"

"Why didn't you do this sooner? Why wait until the last moment?" The devil sighed. "When your senior sister goes crazy, she wants to kill the whole world."

As he spoke, he suddenly opened his arms and gave Lu Mingfei a tight hug: "100% fusion... 24x boost!"

The icy domain was forcibly broken by the domineering temperature. Lu Mingfei, or rather... the real Lu Mingze, slowly moved forward and reached out to grab the tip of Gungnir's spear!

Almost instantly, blood splattered from the boy's hand, dripping onto his black scales, but he didn't care. He simply turned to look at Genji and whispered, "Is this the only move you know?"

Just as she was about to unleash a devastating attack, Genji looked up at the noise and hesitated, narrowing her eyes.

But the devil didn't look at her again. After stopping Genjiro's crazy act of dragging everyone to their deaths, he looked at Odin and chuckled.

"Long time no see."

Odin stared at him coldly, his eyes filled with wariness, no longer the composed man he once was.

"To be honest, I'm really unhappy to see you still alive, but then I think, only if you're alive can I kill you with my own hands, right?"

Odin remained silent, wary, as he scrutinized the boy's grotesque body and enormous membranous wings. The shadow, hundreds of meters long, twisted and deformed beneath his feet, like a demon that had escaped from the Code of Solomon.

He is a mixture of humans and dragons, angels and demons, boys and monsters, all sorts of different elements, making him look like the ultimate monster. Compared to him, even Odin becomes sacred, and Genji is as beautiful as an angel.

"Speaking of which, I should thank you. If it weren't for you, my brother wouldn't have made up his mind. Now, everything is so much better."

"Stop talking nonsense, kill him." Odin still didn't speak, but Genji interrupted him mercilessly: "I feel disgusted if he lives for even a second longer."

"Sigh, I was hoping to catch up some more, but my teammate is just too impatient." The devil wasn't angry at being interrupted, but just gave Odin a regretful look: "In that case, I guess you'll just have to die."

As he spoke, he raised his hand, and metal ions condensed from who-knows-where, flowing with firelight, eventually transforming into two simple yet sharp giant swords.

Genji stood up, her wrist hanging down, flowing electric light swirling around Murasame, heating it to a semi-melted state. Fragments of Dojigiri and Kumogiri slowly floated up, merging with Murasame, the blade extending to a length of four or five meters, the curved blade revealing an eerie crimson after being quenched in the cold wind.

The two men formed a pincer movement, surrounding Odin and blocking all his possible escape routes.

The ensuing battle was a foregone conclusion. Lu Mingze and Yuan Zhinv were a pair of madmen, neither of them caring about their own injuries and only wanting to kill the enemy. The scene was bloody and violent.

They roared, they fought, like demons in hell tearing each other apart.

Odin was completely cornered and held nothing back. Dust and debris from the collision of their domains blocked all searching eyes and formed an insurmountable minefield where any life that approached would be instantly annihilated.

That was the ultimate elemental turbulence.

Xia Mi watched this scene from afar, but she was not qualified to participate in the battle, until all the commotion gradually subsided and finally disappeared completely.

Lu Mingfei was in a daze, not knowing what he was doing. When he came to his senses, he realized that the devil really hadn't lied to him.

The number of lives he sacrificed represents the extent of the devil's power. This time, the devil almost couldn't defeat him even after taking his entire life. If he had taken less, the outcome might have been different.

In short, when he opened his eyes, the demon had disappeared, and all he saw was chaos, blood, and wreckage everywhere.

Before him stood a girl with white hair and red eyes, standing quietly amidst a pool of blood, as if a large cluster of dark flowers were blooming beneath her feet.

The pale scales on her body shimmered with a faint fluorescence, and her enormous white membranous wings slowly folded, like Icarus, the beautiful youth in Greek mythology who flew towards the sun with wings made of wax-sealed feathers, or like a real angel, pure and flawless.

Blood flowed freely from her clawed hands, and a dark red, scaled, bloody heart beat within them.

The girl's face was expressionless, as if she had done something insignificant. She looked at the heart in her hand, then slowly clenched her fist, her sharp claws piercing through the heart until it was finally crushed, leaving it dripping with blood.

Blood splattered on her face, on her pale, bloodless skin, like red plum blossoms blooming on snow, so vivid it was almost blinding.

Genji laughed silently.

In a daze, she seemed to see the seventeen-year-old girl who was stabbed to death at the bottom of the well, finally closing her eyes that were still open in death.

Chapter 409 Nidhogg Awakens?

Genjiro stared blankly at the scene before him.

The helicopter had already landed, and he and Erii didn't dare to get too close, since even Natsumi didn't dare to approach that area.

If it weren't for Constantine protecting them, given their bloodlines, a mere aftershock at this distance would have killed them. But it was also because of Constantine's presence that they were fortunate enough to witness this scene—

The girl tore the mythical god apart, ripping out his heart from his chest, like a demon devouring its prey.

The scene was bloody and shocking, and as she crushed her heart, the memories that had always felt familiar but couldn't recall finally returned, as if the sun had risen, the mist had been dispelled, and the forgotten past beneath had finally been revealed.

Erii's eyes reddened, and she couldn't help but murmur softly, "Sister... Sister..."

Genjiro appeared dazed. He didn't seem as agitated as Erii, but tears suddenly welled up in his dark eyes.

"Great," he thought, "this time I finally made the right choice."

He could finally face her with a clear conscience.

It was as if a heavy stone had finally been lifted from his heart, revealing the person struggling to survive beneath. At that moment, he felt as if he had survived a catastrophe, or as if a dying person had seen a glimmer of hope for life.

Looking at the heart that had turned into a pool of flesh and blood in her hand, Yuan Zhinv let out a long breath, as if she was exhaling all the pent-up frustration of the past years.

Her eyes were filled with the exhilarating satisfaction of finally getting revenge, and she even had the leisure to reach out and help the exhausted loser up.

Lu Mingfei was panting heavily. He didn't remember what had happened. After making the deal with the devil, he had fallen into a dazed state and had no idea what he had done.

By the time he regained consciousness, it was all over.

As expected, the devil must have used his body to fight a battle, and it seems he won, but the exertion was considerable, leaving him feeling somewhat dizzy.

But it's good that we won.

Looking at his unharmed senior sister, Lu Mingfei's tense nerves finally relaxed, but then an indescribable weariness surged up, making his eyelids heavy.

Before losing consciousness, he seemed to hear his senior sister sighing. That long sigh made him unconsciously nervous, and he frantically reflected in his mind on whether he had done well enough this time.