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

Chapter 98 The hunter and the prey's positions are reversed!

Having gotten rid of the burden, Yuan Zhinü jumped directly into the deep water. In her mind, her snake was constantly circling around a certain place, filled with fear, and dared not approach.

But Genjiro entered that space without hesitation. The water flow gradually decreased until it was only knee-high.

It was a long passageway with countless snake-faced statues on both sides. These statues, which were originally standing upright, bowed and paid their respects in unison as Genji walked by, like servants on a pilgrimage.

Genji drew her sword; the crimson blade gleamed sharply in the darkness, leaving a pungent smell of blood in its wake.

She knew this place was far from safe; there were at least two secondary species. In the original story, one was severed by the Three Gorges, and the other became Norton's dragon body.

Although her bloodline has now reached the level of a second-generation species, and after using Orochi to further enhance it, she can even barely reach the power of a first-generation species, she still dares not be careless.

Stepping out of the passage, the view suddenly opened up. In the calm, stagnant water, countless eerie white bones floated on the surface, densely piled up like small mountains, with faint traces of charring still visible.

It's hard to imagine how many people have died here. Such a horrific scene is like seeing hell, with an extremely strong visual impact.

But Yuan Zhinv merely frowned and calmly ignored the skeletons. With the snake's prompting, she quickly found a new entrance, still locked by the Living Spirit Lock. A hideous ghost face lay on the ground, staring at the dome that would never see the light of day.

As expected, Yuan Zhinv took out another bottle of blood and smashed it into the mouth of the living creature. The vibration came from under her feet, as if it were the prelude to an earthquake, and the entire underwater area was slowly shifting.

A thin, long waterspout appeared above Genji's head, its sharp tail piercing down like a cone. Before Genji could react, she suddenly lost her footing.

Everything went black before her eyes, and she plummeted, spun, and tumbled rapidly.

But she didn't react at all, letting the water carry her away, only gripping the knife tightly.

Below was a smooth slide that spiraled down. After a moment, the darkness dissipated, and light appeared before her eyes. She landed on a huge waterwheel.

Yuan Zhinü leaped out, and what came into view was an ancient dwelling cast in bronze.

Apart from the texture, it is no different from the ancient Chinese dwellings that Yuan Zhinü saw in the illustrations of history books in her previous life.

The houses even had windows, but the outside of the windows was a black metal wall.

There is a small bronze lamp in front of me, shaped like a palace maid kneeling on a table, holding the lamp in one hand and tucking the sleeve of the other hand over the lampshade.

However, the lamp was dim at this moment, and the dried-up lamp oil inside could be vaguely seen.

The furnishings in the house were unusually simple. Two of the three rooms were bedrooms. The beds were made of rattan and were still sturdy. On the low table was a ceramic vase with a withered flower in it.

Two white robes hung on the wall, making it look like two people, one tall and one short, standing against the wall. Inside the main room, a stack of yellowed coarse paper was placed on a low table, with the writing clearly legible, and a pen was placed next to it.

It's as if the host is only temporarily away and will return at any time to continue writing.

Time seems to stand still here. Thousands of years have passed, yet the house still retains the scent of the people who once lived here.

Yuan Zhinv could almost imagine the scene of the two brothers living here. There was not much of the majesty and ups and downs that a dragon king should have. There was only warmth. They relied on each other and accompanied each other, spending many years together.

She found the cocoon in the bedroom where there was a wheelchair; it was placed on the bed, like a boy lying there quietly.

Yuan Zhinv reached out and gently stroked the hard outer shell of the brass can. The texture was rough, but she could vaguely feel the warmth.

“Constantine.” The girl’s deep voice echoed in the empty bedroom: “Be good, I’ll take you to find your brother.”

The cocoon did not react. Yuan Zhinv picked up the cocoon, secured it, and carried it on her back. She then turned around and went to the main room, where she took out the long bronze box hanging on the wall.

Yuan Zhinü reached out and tapped it, and the thing emitted a deep metallic hum. She casually lifted it and saw seven swords neatly stacked inside.

The Seven Deadly Sins.

His slender fingers stroked over the swords and blades, and the ferocious weapons began to hum, as if they had sensed a summons and were eager to break free of their sheaths.

But Yuan Zhinv simply closed the box.

With the heavy box in one hand, a knife in the other, and a brass pot on her back, she turned and left the cozy little house without a second thought.

……

Meanwhile, outside the ancient bronze city.

Caesar stared at the colossal creature before him, his icy blue pupils shrinking sharply.

The dragon was instantly excited upon seeing him, its fiery golden eyes gleaming with bloodlust. It suddenly opened its ferocious maw and bit down hard on Caesar's head.

Caesar kept a close eye on the dragon's movements. Years of fighting memories were ingrained in his genes, and almost the moment it moved, Caesar instinctively crouched down, barely dodging the attack, and at the same time, lifted Dick and slammed it down hard.

The short sword struck the black scales, sparking bright sparks that were instantly swallowed by the water. He swung it with all his might, but only left a small white mark on the scales.

A foul stench quickly spread over Caesar's head. The dragon swung its tail violently, and Caesar, unable to dodge in time, was sent flying a great distance.

A sharp pain shot through him, and Caesar looked up to see a mocking glint in the dragon's eyes. His heart sank.

This dragon seems to be surprisingly intelligent. Instead of rushing to eat its snack, it toyed with its weak prey little by little, like a cat playing with a mouse.

Caesar seemed to be no more powerful than a rat in its presence.

This realization enraged Caesar, but he was powerless to do anything about it; the disparity in strength between the two sides was too great, and a sense of helplessness overwhelmed him.

Am I going to die here?

A flash of savagery crossed Caesar's eyes as he gripped his sword tightly, prepared to fight to the death.

Even if it means death, he will make this dragon pay the price!

Just as he was about to risk everything, the giant monster suddenly stopped and turned around to look at the ancient bronze city.

Immediately afterwards, the creature abandoned Caesar, its fresh prey, and charged into the ancient bronze city without hesitation, its enormous body creating countless splashes and bubbles in the water.

Its movements were so swift, like a nimble fish, that it vanished from Caesar's sight in an instant.

Caesar froze on the spot, staring at the suddenly empty space before him. His defensive and vigilant posture looked like a joke.

But he quickly realized something, his pupils suddenly contracted, and he instinctively cursed, "Damn it!"

Why did the dragon suddenly leave? It must be because something attracted it, but in the entire Bronze City, there is only one outsider now, and that is Kazama Ruri!

The dragon headed towards Kazama Ruri, even abandoning him as its easily attainable prey, its swift and decisive action resembling a house on fire.

That girl must have done something wrong, and the dragon, filled with thunderous rage, went to settle the score with her.

Without any hesitation, Caesar swam back to the Bronze Age city.

Even knowing that going there would be suicide, Caesar did not hesitate. He was an extremely proud man and could not accept the fact that his team members had died while he, as the team leader, was still alive.

Was it foolish? Maybe, but even if it was a suicide mission, it should have been the team leader who died first.

But he was too slow in the water, and even though he tried his best, he still couldn't see the dragon.

Caesar's face was as cold and hard as ice. He pursed his lips, released countless Kamaitachi, and then plunged headlong into the direction that even the Kamaitachi feared.

He kept urging himself in his heart, faster, faster. That dragon was too powerful, it had definitely reached the level of a next-generation species, while that girl, no matter how powerful, was just a mortal with flesh and blood. In front of that dragon, she was probably just an appetizer.

Caesar was terrified that when he arrived there, all that would remain were mangled remains. He absolutely could not accept such a scene, to the point that just thinking about it was unbearable.

Overwhelming rage overwhelmed his fear; he gripped Dick's hand tightly, his eyes burning with a furious golden light.

He absolutely would not allow that dragon to take away his team members!

But when he finally arrived, he witnessed a scene he would never forget.

In his mind, even if the girl hadn't been bitten to pieces, she should be struggling to keep up with the dragon, while the terrifying monster would treat his team members as if he were a toy.

There were times when we had to maneuver, and times when we were in a sorry state, but the roles were reversed.

Despite his best efforts to maneuver, he still ended up looking somewhat disheveled, transforming into that giant dragon.

The girl, whom he had imagined to be frail and weak in the face of a dragon, was now wielding a scarlet longsword, slashing fiercely at the dragon's body again and again.

Faced with this ferocious and enormous monster, the girl's body was so small, but every time the dragon tried to attack her, she would nimbly dodge it. It clumsily twisted its body, but could never touch a single hair on her head.

Seemingly having warmed up enough, the girl stopped dodging.

But the moment she stopped, the dragon seemed to sense something. Instead of taking the opportunity to attack, it tensed up and curled up, revealing a defensive posture.

In knee-deep water, the girl ripped off her headgear, and her long, black hair cascaded down like a waterfall. She slowly stretched out her body, and countless pale scales emerged from under her skin, quickly covering her slender and thin frame.

He slowly swung the long sword in his hand, and crimson flames spread from the tip of the blade, extending the sword more than twice its original length. Holding it in his hand felt like holding a raging fire, or like holding countless wailing and screaming ghosts.

The girl slowly raised her head, her eyes burning with intense gold, far more dazzling than the dragon's golden pupils. There was no fear in her eyes; her gaze towards the terrifying behemoth was excited and fiery, as if she had seen some mouthwatering delicacy.

And under such gazes, the enormous dragon's massive body began to tremble slowly.

In an instant, the positions of the hunter and the prey were reversed!

As Caesar looked at the pale girl with grotesque horns, a chill ran through him, and he shivered violently, his whole body trembling uncontrollably.

Chapter 99 The Scent of Power in Blood

A deathly silence enveloped the entire research vessel.

The entire diving team lost contact, and the lifelines broke for some unknown reason. The once clear sky quickly became covered with dark clouds, and there were faint rumbles of thunder. Large raindrops poured down, and in that instant, it was as if the sky itself had been torn open.

A wind, seemingly from nowhere, stirred up the river, causing it to churn and roar. Wave after wave crashed against the research vessel, making the entire ship sway precariously in the wind and rain.

Unlike the Moniach originally intended for use, this research vessel was just an ordinary research vessel, characterized by its unremarkable and inconspicuous nature.

At the same time, its disadvantages are also obvious: it does not have enough resistance to wind and rain.

Nobody knows why the weather forecast, which predicted sunny skies, suddenly turned into a whirlwind and started pouring rain, and it all seemed to happen in an instant.

Angers stood by the cockpit window, raindrops pounding against the windshield and then exploding. The wind howled, the ship rocked, but he stood steadily, his cloudy eyes staring out the window.

This sudden downpour always reminded him of the icy seas of Greenland many years ago; it seemed that every time he approached these places, he had a feeling that disaster was about to strike.

It's as if disaster is about to strike, and people are completely unaware and indifferent.

"Principal, we have received a signal from the Yangtze River Waterway Maritime Safety Administration. The storm will continue for a long time, with winds increasing to level 10 and rainfall reaching 200 millimeters. This rare rainstorm may also include thunderstorms."

The third officer took off his headset and said with a serious expression, "They are mobilizing helicopters to rescue us and have advised us to abandon ship. However, the research ban we applied for can only prevent the fishermen from going out today. If we give up now, it will be very troublesome to apply for the ban again. They have already begun to guard against us."

"We told them that we did not need rescue for the time being, that there were important supplies on board that could not be moved, and that the situation was currently stable enough to weather the storm."

Angers frowned: "Still no signal from the underwater team? The glass snake should be able to serve as a special signal to communicate with us. Have you received any messages?"

Selma was extremely anxious, but the beautiful young woman was trying her best to maintain her composure. She said, "The calls are still going on, but the underwater team is not responding at all. The life pod has been lowered, but no signs of use have been detected so far."

As if she had thought of something terrible, the girl slowly shivered, her voice trembling: "They just vanished into thin air."

"Notify Norma to use radar to scan the riverbed." Even in such an emergency, Angers' voice remained calm and powerful, only much lower: "The rescue team is ready to dive at any time."

At this moment, the gray-haired old man became everyone's anchor. The reason the situation hadn't gotten out of control was simply because he was still standing there.

But at that moment, the entire ship suddenly began to shake violently, and surging waves of water rushed up from the bottom of the water, as if something terrible had happened underwater!

The loudspeaker emitted a hissing sound of erratic electrical current. Norma's sonar scan clearly showed the entire riverbed shaking violently, with countless drops of water boiling and churning, and the earth's crust moving.