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

Those alluring and exquisitely beautiful black eyes were now only a cold gold; Chu Zihang could see no human emotion in them, only the joy of killing.

The scarlet longsword carried a strong stench of blood, and the girl was enveloped in that stench. The way she walked towards them was as if she were stepping on mountains of corpses and seas of blood, with countless wailing souls struggling and roaring behind her. Those were all the lonely ghosts who had died by her blade.

Now, she gripped the demonic blade, saturated with blood and life, once more, and perhaps soon two more souls would perish beneath its blade.

Chu Zihang knew he couldn't beat her, and that even if he tried his best, he wouldn't be worthy of exchanging a single blow with her, but he still stubbornly stood in front of this bloodthirsty reaper.

Behind him, the timid man huddled in a ball, trembling with fear, not even having the courage to look up and meet the girl's gaze.

Yuan Zhinu tilted her head slightly, her cold, dazzling golden eyes clearly reflecting Chu Zihang's stubborn figure. She seemed somewhat surprised and spoke softly:

"Are you going against me?"

Chu Zihang pursed his lips, the veins on the back of his hand gripping the knife bulging. He looked at Yuan Zhinu and said in a hoarse voice, "He is innocent."

"Do you know what it is?" The girl blinked, seemingly finding it amusing. "You know nothing."

Chu Zihang did not back down at all. He stared directly into the terrifying eyes in front of him and said, word by word, "No matter what he is, at least he is innocent at this moment."

"If you're going to kill him, kill me first."

Do you think I wouldn't dare?

Chu Zihang didn't speak; he simply gripped the knife in his hand even tighter.

At that moment, a suffocating killing intent swept over him. Chu Zihang felt as if he were being forcibly suppressed by something as heavy as a mountain. He tried to struggle, but he couldn't breathe.

Faced with such overwhelming killing intent, Chu Zihang almost thought that the girl would kill him directly, just like she had killed Deadpool countless times.

With just a gentle swing of the knife, the fragile neck would be severed, the head rolling on the ground, blood splattering on the wall.

But that was just what he thought.

The bloodthirsty, terrifying girl, who seemed to be the embodiment of death, simply stared at him, remaining motionless despite being only inches away. To her, killing him would have been nothing more than another swing of the knife.

But she seemed to be thinking about something, and the terrifying gold in her eyes slowly faded, while the mountain-like pressure also receded like a tide.

"Boring." The pretty, pale girl pouted and turned to walk away. "Let's go, this place is going to collapse."

Seeing this, Chu Zihang breathed a silent sigh of relief, only then realizing that his back was already soaked with cold sweat.

He turned around and saw Old Tang, who was also covered in cold sweat. This somewhat timid man was so weak in the knees that he couldn't even stand up.

Chu Zihang sighed silently in his heart and reached out his hand to him.

"Damn it, what kind of deadly mission is this!" Old Tang muttered under his breath, as if he were stunned. "Where's the sickly girl I was promised?!"

"The actual product doesn't match the description! I'm never trusting pretty girls again!"

Upon hearing this, Chu Zihang's lips twitched, but he wisely remained silent.

They followed behind the girl's dark figure, but were afraid to get too close, and even their steps became more cautious.

The dragon-shaped Deadpool's enormous corpse completely blocked the passage. Its hard body should have sealed them off completely, but it was like a block of tofu to the girl.

Wherever the long sword passed, it was utterly devastating.

She carved a path through the monster's body.

In truth, Genjiro didn't know why she put down the knife.

She went to great lengths to lure out the unawakened Norton, and it wasn't easy for him to fall into her hands. Moreover, he was still so weak, and the place to dispose of the body was just right. It was a perfect storm of timing, location, and people.

She had to admit that this was a rare and invaluable opportunity.

So what if Chu Zihang tries to stop him? It'll just mean killing one more person.

No matter how fierce this murderer is, he is just a freshman who has just entered school. In her eyes, he is not much better than an ant. She can crush him with a flick of her wrist.

So many Dead Servants have died here, and so many hybrids have mysteriously disappeared. It won't be long before the entire tomb collapses completely. A new life is born here, dying in this dangerous mission. Would anyone still have any doubts?

Besides, even if someone has doubts, so what? It won't affect her at all.

With just a casual swing of her knife, this troublesome fellow will go to meet God along with that unawakened dragon, and her bloodline will evolve once again.

No one can say for sure how much of an improvement a dragon king can bring. Maybe with a stroke of luck, she could break through to the next generation. At that time, she would be confident even if she faced Odin or a little devil.

This is truly a golden opportunity to make a fortune.

So why give up such a great opportunity?

Yuan Zhinü could not give an answer.

Perhaps it was because that foolish man, despite trembling with fear, repeatedly tried to save her, a complete stranger—it was both ridiculous and sincere.

Or perhaps it was because Chu Zihang knew that stopping her was suicide, yet he still resolutely stood up and fearlessly blocked her way, so fragile yet so stubborn.

In short, looking into Chu Zihang's stubborn eyes, the longsword that should have been easy to wield suddenly felt heavy, and he couldn't swing it down no matter what.

The boiling blood in her veins suddenly cooled down, and complex emotions spread through her heart. Yuan Zhinv suddenly felt that she needed to calm down and think things through.

She knew this was a rare opportunity, and that if she missed it, she might never have another chance like it. Only by eliminating distractions and hardening her heart like iron could she go further and become stronger.

But she just couldn't do it. Perhaps this is why humans can never become dragons. No matter how powerful they are, even if they rewrite all their genes, they can never change their cowardly human heart.

Humans are born with emotions, making it difficult for them to be absolutely rational and selfish, which is the root of their weakness.

Her bloodline has reached the level of a second-generation species, and with another step she might become a first-generation species or even a dragon king, yet she can't bring herself to attack someone who has no chance of fighting back, which is quite laughable.

Her heart was filled with complex and turbulent emotions, but Yuan Zhinu's face was as cold as ice. She walked ahead and cleared the way, never looking back once.

Just as she approached the tomb's exit, the snake she had been using to probe the way gave another warning, and Genji stopped in her tracks, vaguely hearing sounds coming from outside.

"Judging by the time, the ground underneath should be collapsing soon, right?"

"Okay, that's about it. We can go back once we seal off the exit. We also need to report to the administrator."

"What a pity. So many people were killed for this plan, and even the Corpse Guardian was used. Isn't the price too high just to deal with one person?"

"If the administrator thinks it's worth it, then those people died a worthy death."

There seemed to be two people talking outside the cave. Yuan Zhinü stood still and listened to them finish speaking. Then she heard the sound of a giant object being moved, and finally the sound of footsteps leaving.

She sent a snake to follow the two men, and only emerged from the darkness after confirming they were far away. The entrance to the cave was blocked by countless boulders, so tightly that it was impossible for an ordinary person to push it open.

Even if someone manages to escape the monsters and Deadpool's pursuit and isn't buried in the collapsed tomb, they will still be trapped and die before this final exit.

It cannot be said that he is not meticulous.

but……

Genji slowly touched the boulder with her hand. She stepped back slightly and squatted into a half-horse stance. At the same time, all the muscles in her body were mobilized, and countless bones that were different from those of humans rearranged and overlapped, finally making a crisp cracking sound.

She exerted her strength suddenly, and countless dense white scales instantly sprouted on her arm, while her black veins throbbed violently.

The massive pile of rocks, which had been firmly in place, collapsed with a deafening roar, as if struck by some terrifying force, kicking up clouds of dust.

The girl, however, withdrew her hand without a care, lifted her leg and walked into the dust-filled air. Her slender yet upright figure was faintly visible, her posture elegant as if she were strolling leisurely.

Old Tang stared in shock at the scene, too terrified to speak. He could only grab Chu Zihang's arm tightly, stammering, "She, she, this, damn it!"

Chu Zihang's expression was also serious, but he did not hesitate and followed.

Old Tang really didn't want to continue walking with these two lunatics, but the place felt too terrifying for him, so he dared not linger and had no choice but to grit his teeth and follow.

Following the snake's guidance, Genji silently caught up with the two who had left, and finally watched as they entered a camp hidden in the desert.

Countless military tents were firmly secured, surrounded by barbed wire, and even artillery emplacements and watchtowers were built. Countless solemn-looking people patrolled back and forth, carrying automatic rifles, with machine guns set up not far away, and all of them had eyes that shone with a dazzling gold.

Seeing this, Chu Zihang frowned deeply. He wanted to stop her and discuss it, but before he could speak, he saw the girl duck down and nimbly slip under the barbed wire.

She moved quickly, but terrifying high-voltage electricity still entered her body through her skin. However, the skin healed rapidly the instant it was charred, without even having time to emit a burnt smell.

However, she was disconnected from the power grid in an instant, just like a brief short circuit caused by a small poor connection, which did not even trigger an alarm.

However, this method was too crude, and Chu Zihang and Lao Tang obviously couldn't use it. They could only watch helplessly as the girl crawled into the barbed wire and silently disappeared into the darkness without attracting anyone's attention, finally vanishing from their sight.

Like the ninjas in Japanese mythology, they appear and disappear unpredictably; like the terrifying ghosts in horror movies, they are everywhere.

Yuan Zhinv had a very clear goal. She went straight to the tent in the very center of the camp. She wanted to see who the administrator was, given the large scale of the operation.

Surprisingly, the spacious tent contained only the simplest furnishings. A handsome middle-aged man sat in the center of the tent, with a pot of strong liquor warming in front of him, the strong aroma of which permeated the air.

The middle-aged man had a standard Western face with deep-set features. He stood upright like a soldier, and when he saw the uninvited guest, Yuan Zhinü, he showed no surprise whatsoever.

He simply picked up the wine from the table and poured it into the glass in front of him. Yuan Zhinv noticed that there were already two wine glasses on the table.

"Why don't you kill him? Just like you killed Herzog, haven't you already experienced the thrill of evolution?"

The middle-aged man raised his head, his eyes revealing the cunning of a male fox. He looked Yuan Zhinu up and down as if admiring a perfect work of art, his expression full of admiration.

He repeated his question, emphasizing each word: "Why not kill him?"

“I thought you would swing the knife without hesitation, and you had no reason to stop.”

Yuan Zhinu looked at the strange man in front of her. Although she had never seen this face before, she already knew the answer to his identity.

Her gaze was unwavering, and she spoke, each word distinct and deliberate:

"Bondalev".

Chapter 82 Dad, I want to raise a dragon.

"Major Bondarev, how's the spirit from the Arctic Ocean?"

The middle-aged man smiled slightly. He was very handsome, with a straight posture like a well-trained soldier, exuding a sense of pressure at all times, yet his every move carried an air of nobility.

However, Genji was not surprised, because she knew that this man, who claimed to be the last grandson of the Romanov dynasty, was indeed a true Western nobleman if his identity was not false.

"It seems that idiot Herzog has told you quite a bit."

Bondarev did not react to Genji's aggressive behavior. He was like a gentle elder who did not care about the jokes of the younger generation.

"Speaking of which, you really surprised me, girl. I thought I had everything arranged perfectly, but I didn't expect Herzog to be so useless. I had paved the way for him, and you still managed to turn the tables on him."

He sighed at this point, seemingly quite helpless, with a hint of disappointment.

It's outrageous to think about. The whole plan was flawless, a veritable step-by-step babysitting tutorial. Herzog did live up to expectations, managing to manipulate the entire Japanese underworld. He held the most powerful position and was on the verge of stealing the White King's authority.

But this grand plan, which had been in the works for decades, ultimately failed because of such a small piece.

Bondarev looked at the girl in front of him with a complex and intriguing gaze.

"I don't know how you, who underwent pontine splitting surgery, managed to break free from control, nor do I understand how you evolved and enhanced your bloodline, but for dragons to gain power, there are only a few ways."

“Slaughter, devour, merge…” Bondarev smiled, as if making a small joke: “Although you are special, you are still traceable in the end. You are far superior to Herzog.”