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

But in the face of such natural disasters, humanity appears too fragile. They don't know what's happening and can only helplessly pray that this apocalyptic catastrophe will pass quickly.

Because the leaders of various countries had communicated beforehand, they did not appear too panicked. Their first thought was to contact the Japanese Sheqi Hachike family, because they needed to know the latest situation.

The Tsar was mobilized, and not only the Tsar, but all sorts of nuclear weapons were sent to the battlefield. With such a large investment, they always needed to know who their enemy really was.

Faced with this world-destroying entity, both humans and hybrids united in battle. The only problem was that whether they were united or not seemed to make little difference.

Because of prior preparation, the chaos in Japan was the first to be quelled.

Thanks to the young girl, the entire Sheqi family, along with all its gang members, mobilized to provide disaster relief. They had become quite skilled at it, and the Japanese people had almost grown accustomed to the frequent tsunamis, earthquakes, and volcanic eruptions.

But all they can do is appease and minimize the losses for now. If the situation continues to deteriorate, they will only have one fate: to perish along with the world.

"I'm a little scared." She struggled through knee-deep water, soaking wet like a drowned rat, her hands clutching the boy's clothes tightly.

Noda Hisashi shielded the girl with one hand, holding a baseball bat in the other, and cautiously surveyed their surroundings, whispering, "It's okay, I'll protect you."

Whenever chaos strikes, all sorts of unfortunate things happen. It's really sad. The last time it was a flood like this, she lost her grandmother, who was her only family. And this time, she's afraid she'll lose the boy in front of her, or even more.

"Is there any hope for us?" The girl could barely contain her sobs. "I saw on the news that this disaster is global, not just in Japan. Is there any hope for us?"

The Noda-gumi gang was too small; when disaster struck, they couldn't even gather together. So their responsibility became to help others on the way to escape. Noda Hisashi, holding Makoto's hand, with several other people soaked to the bone following behind, was rushing towards higher ground.

The waves have already reached Shinjuku Ward. Japan is surrounded by the sea, which makes them feel suffocated with nowhere to escape.

Upon hearing the question, everyone looked at the boy who wasn't particularly burly. He cleared a path for everyone, his thin back barely concealing the girl, but at that moment, it was that thin back that carried everyone's hopes.

"There will be salvation!" Noda Hisashi shouted. "The main family will save us! Young Master will save us! Have you forgotten? Young Master will never lose! We just need to wait for Young Master to return!"

With red eyes, she nodded heavily. She looked up at the overcast sky, tears streaming down her face, and murmured, "Please come back, please come back soon."

The last plane of the Snake Clan took off, not to escape, but to head to the battlefield.

Genjiro, Uesugi Yue, Angers, Chu Zihang, Caesar, and even Chen Motong and Lu Mingfei all rushed to the battlefield. In other words, at this moment, almost everyone with bloodline was heading to the battlefield.

Only a handful of people from the Snake Clan remained. Only those like the vice principal and Pompeii, who lacked combat talent and were better suited to stay behind and guard the rear, were spared.

But they are by no means useless. Working together with Eva, no matter how unserious they may be normally, they are now the most reliable support for those fighting on the front lines.

It was a battle for survival, and everyone knew that things had reached a point of no return, so they were all prepared to fight to the death.

The monsters that crawled out of the Arctic Ocean were completely surrounded. One hybrid after another risked their lives to form a circle, pinning the monsters down inside. The price they usually paid for this was their lives.

However, just maintaining this encirclement had almost exhausted all the hybrids' strength. If it weren't for the support of various countries and their ample firepower, they probably wouldn't have been able to hold out long ago.

Even so, no one backed down, even knowing that continuing to defend would lead to certain death, even unaware of how many more monsters were lurking, eager to tear them apart and devour their flesh.

In the blood-red ocean, the blood-red monsters seemed endless, roaring as they tried to crawl into the human world.

It was a scene straight out of hell, so terrifying that just looking at it would give you nightmares, yet it was actually happening, and the world was turning into an apocalypse.

As Yuan Zhisheng sat on the plane, he watched helplessly as the crimson tide spread across the ground, as one hybrid after another was torn to pieces and devoured by monsters, their blood mingling with the crimson tide. His eyes were filled with an uncontrollable grief.

“Stop looking.” Uesugi Koshi, sitting next to him, said in a low voice, “We can’t save them, and they can’t retreat either, because they, like us, have families and compatriots they can’t sever ties with.”

Yuan Zhisheng did not look away; the plane roared over the crimson tide and plunged into the deeper sea of ​​blood.

This plane was full of elites, the highest-ranking hybrids, so their target was the one deep within the sea of ​​blood.

Even though they knew that going there would only mean their deaths, they still went without hesitation.

Deep within the sea of ​​blood, Xia Mi, transformed into the Golden Crowned Empress, staggered backward, spitting out a mouthful of blood. Her dragon bone form was forcibly shattered, and behind her was Constantine, curled up on the ground.

Before them stood a gigantic, jet-black dragon.

The strange catfish form was not the final form; emerging from that heavy, bloated shell was a terrifying and majestic black behemoth.

No words can describe his ancient and solemn body. His jet-black scales opened and closed one after another from front to back, making a metallic clanging sound. He rose from the depths of the sea of ​​blood, his bony face bearing the majesty of a monarch.

With its wings spread wide enough to blot out the sky, the giant dragon raised its head and spewed out black flames, seemingly about to burn through the sky.

Before such a colossal creature, even Xia Mi's mortal python form appeared insignificant, and the pressure exerted by the two was on completely different levels.

The black dragon merely flapped its wings slightly, causing a towering tsunami. Blood surged into the sky, then turned into raindrops, each drop of water crimson, staining Xia Mi's pristine white body.

She slowly knelt down on one knee, not because she was admitting defeat, but because her knee had been broken in the brief moment of contact.

Constantine couldn't even get up anymore. The boy was curled up in pain, his expression shifting between fear and dread of the girl and the pain and struggle of the boy.

The dazzling golden eyes slowly lit up, and the black dragon gazed at them. It opened its ferocious maw, filled with sharp teeth, and its voice was grand and solemn:

“You traitors deserve to be executed.”

He was like a high and mighty god, or an emperor sitting on his throne, judging the ants at his feet who dared to rebel.

Xia Mi spat out the blood and foam from her mouth. The fine scales on her beautiful face were rapidly receding. She was so weak that she was on the verge of death. This was only because her opponent had held back. Otherwise, with just that one blow, she would probably have been dead without a trace.

The difference in strength between the two sides was too great, to the point of despair. The mighty Dragon King was like a child, easily manipulated in front of this one.

Even so, she remained stubborn, keeping her back ramrod straight.

"Father, shouldn't you be used to this kind of thing by now?" Xia Mi tilted her head, her expression even somewhat innocent, but her words were anything but weak.

"You are omniscient and omnipotent. You knew we would be betrayed long before you created us, yet you still chose to create us. Shouldn't you have been used to betrayal by now?"

The black dragon didn't speak, but the moment Xia Mi uttered those words, the entire sea of ​​blood roared, blood rain poured down, and a gale carrying ice shards howled in—all because the black dragon frowned.

He didn't even bother to say another word to Xia Mi. He simply spread his wings once more, ready to destroy the world, starting with these two traitors in front of him. But the next moment, he suddenly raised his head.

"Target locked, position locked, prepare for launch, launch countdown: 10, 9, 8..."

EVA's voice echoed in the cockpit and cargo hold of the heavy transport plane, and warning lights glowed with a blood-red light.

The next moment, it fell from the sky in a bright arc, like a shooting star thrown by a god to the world.

Missiles exploded one after another, their bright lights illuminating the polar night, and plumes of shimmering dust shot straight into the sky.

Meanwhile, the location was sent out, and missiles were launched from bases around the world, crossing continents and oceans, until they finally arrived here.

Dust and smoke gathered, and the sound of explosions echoed across the sky. As the planes dodged the fire and prepared to unleash the next wave of fire, the smoke suddenly dissipated.

The black dragon spread its wings, which blotted out the sky, and then slammed them down. In an instant, a gale arose, and the blood-red seawater formed a towering column of water that crashed into the heavily armed aircraft in the air.

Those extremely powerful missiles hit him as if they were just dust rolling off, unable to even penetrate his scale-like defenses. But he simply raised his hand slightly, and the heavy transport plane couldn't dodge in time, as easily as a mosquito about to be swatted.

"Warning, warning, hull leak, hull leak! Put on your parachutes and prepare for an emergency landing..."

The cabin was filled with glaring red lights, and Eva's warnings were constant, but no one seemed surprised; in fact, they were quite unperturbed.

Slinging weapons to his back, he jumped out of the plane, opened his parachute, and rushed towards the black emperor, like an ant trying to challenge a god.

The emperor didn't even bother to glance at them; with just a slight gesture, they would be annihilated.

But so what?

It's just death.

Everyone's face was filled with determination, and there was no fear in their eyes. Even Lu Mingfei gritted his teeth and remained silent, because he knew that he, they, and even everyone in this world had no way out.

Xia Mi watched all this, gritting her teeth and forcing herself to stand up. Her cells were still frantically healing the wound on her knee, but this short time was not enough to heal it. So, with her movements, hot blood seeped from her legs into the sea, stirring up waves of boiling water.

Now that things have come to this, the situation is very clear: all of humanity, plus all the existing Dragon Kings, are nothing more than ants that the Black Emperor can wipe out with a wave of his hand, not even worthy of his attention.

Yes, from beginning to end, this black emperor never once looked up at them. He simply looked down at this unfamiliar land, and no one knew what he was thinking—perhaps sadness, or perhaps anger.

No one knew him, no one had even seen him. This ancient emperor had left a prophecy that the day he awoke would be the end of the world.

Now he has awakened, and the apocalypse has arrived as expected, but he does not seem to feel the joy of resurrection or the pleasure of revenge. He is just silent, feeling the planet.

As if finding these ants too noisy, he raised his hand again. This time, the waves all turned into sharp icicles, mercilessly stabbing at everyone. It was just an ordinary weapon, yet it carried an indescribable sense of oppression.

At this moment, these icicles were no longer icicles, but messengers carrying the will of the gods to kill. They did not even need to pierce the executioner; the flesh and blood of Xia Mi, who was closest to them, began to dissolve the instant they were swung.

The dragon scales that were strong enough to withstand the power of missiles seemed to become as fragile as tofu. Xia Mi let out a painful, dying wail. She had no ability to resist, even though she was already a complete dragon king.

Those who are executed are like this: they suffer, they struggle, all to atone for their sins. When all sins are atoned for, they return to dust, to ashes, and everything is reset to nothing.

But just as Xia Mi was about to melt the entire dragon, a howling wind carrying icy mist came from afar, freezing the boiling sea of ​​blood wherever it went, and even stopping the whistling icicles in the air.

As if sensing something, the black dragon, which hadn't looked at them directly the entire time, suddenly raised its head and looked towards the distant sky.

And there, a dark shadow was rapidly approaching.

Chapter 414 The Final Battle!

Lu Mingfei had a dream.

In his dream, the devil came to say goodbye.

The situation was already very critical. Volcanic eruptions, frequent earthquakes, tsunamis, hurricanes—one disaster after another swept across the earth, leaving the entire Snake Clan in a state of utter chaos.

Lu Mingfei had overdrawn his strength too much, and he had also used up the power he gained from exchanging his life. He had become an ordinary person who was no longer of much use, and he listened to everyone discussing countermeasures with great boredom.

The end of the world sounds terrifying, but he wasn't really scared because he didn't see any volcanic eruptions or tsunamis. He stayed at his senior's house, worrying along with everyone else.

Sometimes he would think that with so many people together, even if the earth were to be destroyed and everyone died, it wouldn't matter. He wouldn't be alone on the road to the underworld, and he could continue to be friends in the next life.

He considered himself quite optimistic, so much so that he was momentarily stunned when the devil came to say goodbye.

My life is yours, and now you're telling me you're leaving?

Would the devil be so kind?

However, there was no need to say it aloud. Lu Mingfei couldn't quite describe his feelings; there was an emptiness, as if something was about to be lost. But he still forced himself to stay focused and asked:

"You're going on another business trip? How long will it be this time?"

"I don't know, we might never see each other again," Lu Mingze said. "Brother, can I ask you one last question before I leave?"

"Ask away, ask away." Lu Mingfei shrugged. "Anyway, you already know pretty much everything about me. Just ask me anything else you want to know."

"Have you ever hated me?"

Lu Mingfei was taken aback.

This was a question he had never considered before. Lu Mingfei scratched his head, somewhat bewildered: "I don't hate you. Why would I hate you?"

"Although you can be really annoying at times, always nagging like a pyramid scheme operator, there's probably no one else in this world who would think about me all the time except you."

Lu Mingfei sighed. He felt that he was really in a bad situation. He was already twenty years old, and there was only one devil who wanted to kill him all day long. No one else cared about him or even whether he lived or died.

Although the devil was always tempting him, he didn't really hate the devil, so how could he hate him?

"Then will you forgive me?" the devil asked again.

"Did you do something wrong to me?" Lu Mingfei became wary, but quickly realized something was amiss: "But my life is yours now, what else could you possibly do?"