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

"Oh no, it looks like an underwater earthquake!" Selma turned around abruptly, her beautiful eyes filled with terror: "If the earth's crust closes, the underwater team will be buried and sealed deep underground along with the Bronze City!"

"They might never get out after the earthquake! We need to rescue them immediately, Principal?!"

Faced with the girl's anxious question, Angers simply looked out the window at the churning river and remained silent.

Everyone looked at the silent old man, all waiting for orders. The events of many years ago were repeating themselves. The underwater situation was unclear. Should they immediately send people to explore and rescue?

Or should we just give up like we did with the Greenland ice sea?

Angers remained silent for a long time, and a suffocating silence filled the entire research vessel, creating a tense atmosphere.

Meanwhile, a hundred meters away on the river, a small, converted fishing boat drifted quietly in the wind and rain.

This small boat has been sitting here for a long time, and no one has ever noticed it because it is so inconspicuous. Its dilapidated appearance is like an anchor point that fishermen throw into the river to secure their nets.

The college staff also inspected the place, and found it to be dilapidated and empty except for the fishing nets attached to the bottom, so they didn't pay much attention to it.

Inside the wrecked ship, a young man stood alone, with two sharp long knives beside him.

Genji took off his headphones. Even from this distance, he could still feel the deathly silence on the ship and the terrifying, suffocating atmosphere.

With the help of Genji, installing listening devices on the research ship was not difficult. The sounds traveled along a thin wire and were eventually transmitted to Genji's earpiece via a transmitter, allowing him to monitor the academy's activities at any time.

Genji reached out and tied the Spider Cutter and Child Cutter together on his back. He tested them, and the hilts were in the right position. The man lifted the tattered ship curtain, and his black trench coat fluttered in the wind and rain.

Yuan Zhinu had repeatedly instructed him not to act rashly, and that no matter what happened, he should just wait quietly for the outcome.

As the young master of the Snake Clan, Genji had the absolute right to command Genji, who was merely an ordinary executor at the time. However, Genji chose to disobey the order.

Braving the raging storm, his trench coat billowing in the wind, the man's pupils gleamed with a branding iron-like color, his bones cracking as he instantly completed the Dragon Bone Enhancement state.

Taking a deep breath, Genji jumped into the water without hesitation.

He had made many mistakes, and had lost his sister more than once. This was the thing he regretted most in his life. Whenever he thought about it, his heart would ache and he would feel so uncomfortable that he could hardly breathe.

So this time, he absolutely cannot make the same mistake again.

Even if it means death, he would never lose his sister again.

……

The jet-black dragon, as large as a small mountain, roared, and the girl's slender figure was clearly reflected in its golden eyes, which were like lanterns.

With that bloody and terrifying weapon in hand, Yuan Zhinv approached the enormous creature before her step by step, her posture as elegant as if she were strolling leisurely in a garden.

Her beautiful face, covered in fine scales, now looked eerily terrifying. A cruel, grotesque smile appeared on her lips, and her dazzling golden eyes surveyed the monster before her with a satisfied expression.

"At least they're not a bunch of broken pieces of trash anymore."

His deep voice carried a hint of emotion, as well as an unspeakable joy.

Aside from the crippled dragon that had been trained into a corpse guardian, this was the first time Genji had faced a living next-generation creature. The monster's body was enormous, its black scales gleaming with a metallic sheen, and its fiery golden eyes were filled with majesty.

Unlike the dead and refined dragon, this thing in front of me is no less intelligent than an adult. It can think and strategize, and can even be described as cunning.

Its power can easily destroy a small mountain, and its sharp claws and teeth can even tear steel apart. So-called powerful hybrids are as insignificant as ants in front of it.

In the original story, almost everyone on the Moniach was wiped out by this monster, but for it, it was just a little entertainment before the meal. Although it was careless and died in the Three Gorges in the end, it was enough to prove its power.

It is the gatekeeper here, the most loyal guardian of the King of Bronze and Fire, and perhaps thousands of years ago it followed that great monarch in his conquests, leaving behind mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

Only such ultimate beings deserve the title of "dragon," not those broken and incomplete creatures.

Yet this terrifying being trembled and retreated as the girl approached, its enormous, human-like golden eyes revealing fear and wariness.

Despite its enormous size, the girl appeared as insignificant as a mayfly trying to shake a tree.

Would a bloodthirsty and brutal monster fear such a tiny being? Would it feel sorrow for the death of an ant?

of course not.

They only fear monsters that are even more bloodthirsty and brutal than themselves.

Yuan Zhinv bowed slightly, then suddenly exerted force with her calves, her slender figure leaping into the air. Countless pale, hard scales rose and fell slowly as her muscles tightened, as if she were breathing. Her entire skeleton was strengthened and reorganized, a structure far beyond human comprehension.

The blood-red longsword was raised high, bringing with it a stench of blood. The black dragon roared angrily, its massive body spinning violently, its hard, thick tail lashing out at the tiny figure.

What a fierce attack it was, like the scourge of God punishing humanity, with a teeth-grinding whooshing sound that left no doubt that if hit head-on, even the most powerful hybrid would be smashed into mincemeat on the spot.

But the pale, tiny figure merely shifted its body slightly. The enormous, deadly tail almost grazed her cheek, yet she didn't even blink, and swung her sword backhand fiercely.

The hard scales that Caesar had managed to leave with only a trace of white even after exerting all his strength were instantly melted when they touched the scarlet longsword that seemed to be burning with demonic fire, just like ice and snow encountering hot oil! The longsword shattered the dark scales with overwhelming force and sank deep into the flesh.

Thick, fresh blood gushed out, and the dragon's entire tail was sliced ​​open by the longsword, revealing the bright red muscle underneath, with the dark golden bones faintly visible.

The dragon suddenly raised its neck, letting out a painful roar. It swung its head violently, and its ferocious maw bit down on Genji without hesitation. Its sharp teeth gleamed with a chilling, dagger-like light.

Yuan Zhinü kicked the dragon's tail, using the momentum to leap high into the air again, dodging the fatal bite. At the same time, she changed the direction of her long sword and stabbed it fiercely into the dragon's massive body.

The dragon twisted its body and roared, but it could not shake the girl off its body. The pale figure was like a leech, or like the Grim Reaper coming to its face, taking away its life again and again.

There was no way to avoid it, and nowhere to escape it.

The long sword was suddenly pulled out, and countless drops of blood gushed out instantly. The thick, scarlet blood splattered onto the girl's beautiful face, which was covered with fine scales, making her already eerie appearance even more sinister.

Yuan Zhinü stuck out her scarlet tongue and slowly licked away the bloodstains that had splattered at the corner of her mouth. She tasted the blood, but her blood was boiling, as if a raging fire had tasted fuel.

The brilliant golden eyes burned even brighter, but they no longer held any human emotions, only endless joy and desire for slaughter.

In the midst of slaughter and bloodshed, she tasted the power, and that boundless power was simply mesmerizing!

Chapter 100: That moment felt like the rebirth of a white monarch.

The cherry-red longsword fell heavily through the air, striking the hard, black scales. A piercing metallic clang rang out, and sparks flew, illuminating both of their faces.

The dragon's deformed head resembled a mythical beast from a legend, its eyes completely disfigured. It opened its ferocious maw, and an unparalleled roar burst forth from its mouth.

The girl in front of her now had a hideous appearance, completely unlike her previous innocent and pure self. The firelight illuminated Genji's pale, scale-covered face, making her look like a bloodthirsty demon.

At this point, she could no longer be called human. Her tall and slender body was rapidly transforming into a dragon. Her delicate hands turned into sharp dragon claws, and the protruding bone spurs on her back tore through her diving combat suit, slowly unfurling in the air as if she were breathing.

Her movements were so swift that they were imperceptible to the human eye; no one could lock onto her with their gaze.

As she moved at high speed, Genji became a blur, but every blade of light she threw was like the brilliance of stars and the moon, illuminating the surrounding darkness.

Each strike that cleaved the scales caused sparks to fly, like fireworks. If she hadn't been wielding a top-tier alchemical weapon, it would have collapsed long ago under the immense force of the attack.

But the cherry-red longsword grew brighter and brighter, like a blazing flame that burned ever brighter amidst the blood.

The enormous black dragon roared incessantly, each twist of its body causing an earth-shaking effect, but no matter how it moved, it was all in vain. It could not touch that ghostly figure at all, and could only watch helplessly as the wounds on its body increased.

This is a duel between dragons, a battle between monsters, a scene filled with bloodshed and grotesque horror—a hellish spectacle that would haunt an ordinary person's nightmares for a lifetime.

Caesar was stunned. In the face of such an ultimate being, he seemed so small and vulnerable. He had no ability to intervene and could only be the sole spectator witnessing this terrifying battle.

At this moment, he finally realized his previous foolishness. It turned out that this S-class freshman had never been serious from beginning to end. The little squabbles between him and Chu Zihang were probably just like children playing house in her eyes.

So she never wanted to get involved, probably because she found it ridiculous.

It's probably true that she thought he was a hindrance before, because she was fully capable of handling everything on her own. Even if the Dragon King appeared in front of her now, she would only swing her sword without hesitation.

Unfortunately, he realized it too late. At this moment, he witnessed the true face of the devil, and he didn't know if he would be silenced after the war ended.

But he never left, because whether it was the devil or the little dragon, they were all his team members. As the team leader, he could never abandon his team members and leave alone.

However, at that moment, the weasels he had sent out suddenly issued a warning. He heard a sound like the ocean tide, as if something enormous was approaching. It came with overwhelming majesty, and all creatures retreated in fear.

The weasel was no exception. Caesar sensed fear in the scattered little creatures; they were afraid of the presence that was approaching.

Caesar turned around abruptly and saw an enormous, pitch-black figure rapidly and silently approaching.

……

Crushing, this is utter crushing.

A living dragon is a hundred times more troublesome than a dead one. Genji could kill a second-generation creature that had been refined into a corpse guardian with a single strike, yet she had been fighting this living dragon for so long.

But that was the end of it. The black dragon hadn't touched a single hair on her head from beginning to end. Instead, she had hacked it to pieces, leaving it covered in hideous wounds, with hardly a single intact scale to be found.

Blood stained the knee-deep water, the dragon's roar grew weaker and weaker, and the golden pupils in its eyes dimmed considerably, as if it were exhausted.

In the end, it was no match for this monstrous girl; all its struggles seemed so ridiculous, like a clown's antics.

But just as Genji was about to finish off the dying dragon with a single strike, Caesar's thunderous roar suddenly rang out from behind: "Kazama Ruri! Watch out behind you!"

Yuan Zhinü did not turn around. She heard the whistling wind behind her, but she seemed not to hear it and continued her attack, slashing fiercely at the top of the dragon's head without hesitation.

She wasn't unaware that something was coming from behind, but she refused to give up the attack.

Because this was truly a golden opportunity, the dragon was struggling to the death and had no way to dodge. It was driven to the brink of despair and could only watch in despair as the crimson weapon fell toward its head.

With just one strike, she could end the dragon's life completely, and she didn't care what it took to achieve it.

Demons are like this: when they are blinded by rage, they care about nothing else. All they see is the spoils of victory that are about to be obtained. They are impatient to taste the blood, like moths drawn to a flame. Even if they die the next second, they will jump into the fire without hesitation.

The long sword, wreathed in raging flames, plunged deep into the dragon's head. The dragon shuddered violently, letting out a dying groan, its massive body twisting into a grotesque shape.

At the same time, the huge, black tail spike pierced through the chest of the young girl, and the pale scales that could even stop bullets were shattered. Blood gushed out and her internal organs were instantly torn to pieces.

But the girl seemed to feel no pain at all. Slowly and stubbornly, she pulled out the long knife stuck in the dragon's head, and at the same time shattered everything inside the dragon's brain.

The dragon finally fell silent, its enormous golden eyes closed, and its body stiffened into a contorted posture.

The scene was so bizarre: a pale girl stood atop a giant dragon's head, her chest pierced by a massive tail spike, while behind her was another pitch-black, terrifying dragon.

With its tail sting yanked out, the enormous creature spread its body in the air, its jet-black scales unfurling and its massive wings spreading wide, blotting out the sky like a totem carved by ancient people on a rock wall.

The monster roared towards the sky, its terrifying voice filled with sorrow and anger, as if it were mourning the death of its companion.

Compared to the previous dragon, the new one was clearly larger, stronger, and more majestic.

If the previous one was a gatekeeper, this one is a true steward, a leading figure even among the next generation. He is the dragon servant of the Dragon King Norton, and his name is... Samson.

Samson's enormous dragon body stretched out in the air, and he swung his tail fiercely once more, the terrifying tail spike heading straight for Genji's head.

The movement was too fast and too sudden. Genji could only turn her head to avoid the fatal spot and subconsciously raised her hand to use her knife to block.

But everyone knows that if this blow hits, even if the victim doesn't die, they will be seriously injured!

Caesar's face turned deathly pale instantly. He instinctively wanted to rush forward to help. Having suffered such a severe injury, the blood-stained girl's momentum instantly weakened. In front of the roaring dragon, she was as fragile as a paper doll.

But it was too late. He was too weak to do anything and could only watch helplessly as everything happened.

But at that critical moment! A dark figure leaped down from the height, his trench coat fluttering like a battle flag in the wind. At the last moment, he grabbed the scales on the long tail, his arm muscles bulging, forcefully deflecting the fatal blow.

The tail spike missed its mark, and the man drew his swords with both hands and slashed fiercely at the enormous creature in front of him. The Spider Cutter and the Child Cutter made a whistling sound as they cut through the air, and the sound of metal scraping against the scales was ear-piercing!