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

Genjiro's face, which always showed weakness, was now filled with an unprecedented determination. He faced the terrifying behemoth without fear, his pupils glowing with a molten gold color.

An unprecedented will rose within him, like a torch burning to the heavens!

His body was so small in front of the dragon, but he still resolutely stood in front of the injured girl, unwilling and unable to retreat even half a step.

He knew that in the face of such a terrifying existence, his little act of resistance was like a mantis trying to stop a chariot; he would be easily destroyed, along with his life.

But so what? It's just death!

There are always things in this world more terrifying than death, such as the death of someone you care about while you are alive, or the mistake you made that you can never make amends for and can only live the rest of your life in guilt.

Guilt is the most potent poison in the world; it can leave one unable to escape its effects and never find peace.

Yuan Zhisheng had experienced that feeling and knew that kind of pain, so he could never forgive himself in this lifetime.

He once thought his sense of justice was about protecting everyone, but now he understands that his sense of justice is simply about protecting the people he cherishes.

He was willing to die for his justice, even considering it an honor.

The dragon roared and charged at Genjiro with the fury of being provoked by an ant. Genjiro also leaped up, his twin swords whistling through the air as he fell and slammed into the dragon's head.

The black dragon suddenly twisted its body, and its huge tail slammed into Genji before his twin swords could fall. Genji was instantly thrown away and crashed to the ground like a bird with broken wings, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

But he seemed oblivious to the pain, casually wiping the blood from his mouth, using the knife to support himself as he got up again. Even though he could barely stand, he stubbornly stood in front of the girl.

Just like many years ago, when the two were still living together in a small town in rural Japan, Genji would always stand in front of the petite Genji when those naughty children came to bully her, shielding her from all the malicious stares.

When Genji looked up, she could only see the boy's not-so-broad back. It was her foolish and stubborn older brother protecting her, a protection that had lasted for many years.

A faint sigh drifted through the air, sounding both helpless and resigned.

A clear voice gently rang out, growing clearer and clearer until it echoed throughout the entire space. It was a girl speaking in an ancient, primordial language.

Caesar, who was standing to the side, suddenly realized that the girl had not used any words of power throughout the battle, but now she seemed to be finally preparing to use them.

As that voice rang out, an unparalleled pressure descended, and the deadly and terrifying wound on Yuan Zhinü's chest began to heal itself at a speed visible to the naked eye. Her shattered internal organs regenerated, her broken bones healed, and her flesh and blood were reborn.

The broken, pale scales were pushed off and replaced by new ones, and the bone spurs on the spine lengthened again, eventually becoming a pair of terrifying, enormous bone wings. Flesh and blood grew on the bone wings, eventually turning into a white membrane that completely covered them.

Her hands and feet transformed into sharp claws, and the crimson longsword she held within them swelled once more, filling the air with an overwhelming stench of blood, as if the flames burning on the blade were congealed blood.

She suddenly spread her wings and stretched her body in the air. Her figure was still slender and exquisite, but her whole body was pale white. With each breath, her sharp scales slowly unfolded.

The once beautiful and innocent girl now had a ferocious appearance, elegant and graceful, somewhere between an angel and a devil. She floated in the air like a giant cross, and the reflection on her scales illuminated the darkness.

At that moment, it was as if a white monarch had returned to the world.

Chapter 101 More Like a Monster Than a Dragon

At the bottom of the Yangtze River, in the ancient bronze city, within the enormous celestial temple, the demon finally revealed its true form.

Caesar stared blankly at the girl, now fully transformed into a dragon, suspended in mid-air, her enormous, pale bone wings unfurling to reveal a faint cross. He murmured, "Dragon Bone Cross..."

“Chinu…” Genjiro also stared blankly up at the sky, almost unable to believe his eyes.

He knew that Genji's Word of Power seemed to be some kind of bloodline enhancement; she had used this Word of Power when she was forced to face Erii in the battle against the Snake Clan.

She also underwent a dragon transformation reaction at that time, but it only resulted in her having more scales on her body.

But at this moment, she was covered in scales, her hands and feet had turned into claws, and ancient wings had spread out behind her, as if she had completely transformed into a dragon.

Looking into those fiery, brilliant golden eyes that were devoid of any human emotion, and feeling the unparalleled pressure emanating from the girl, Genji felt a sense of fear from the bottom of his heart, and he began to tremble with unease.

His sister has transformed into a monster once again before his eyes, but he will no longer wield his sword against her; instead, he is filled with anxiety about whether she can ever return to her original form.

But regardless of whether she can recover or not, she is still his sister, someone he would give anything to protect.

Compared to Caesar and Genjiro's shock, Samson seemed somewhat anxious. He stared intently at the white figure in front of him, his hideous maw constantly emitting hoarse roars, but there was an undisguised unease in his roars, yet he hesitated to attack.

As a second-generation race with a title, Samson's bloodline was already quite noble, but for thousands of years, he had never felt such oppression from a human.

This fear, which arose from the depths of his heart, came from the pressure within his bloodline, a feeling he had only ever experienced with the Dragon King before.

For a moment, the entire Sky Temple was extremely quiet. Everyone, whether human or dragon, was watching the girl stretching her body in the air. She looked so holy and yet so evil, as majestic as a god and as ferocious as a ghost.

As Yuan Zhinü felt the boiling blood in her body, she felt an unparalleled power coursing through her limbs and bones. It was as if everything in front of her could be destroyed if she so desired, and no living creature could stop her. She could do anything she wanted.

So this is what it feels like to wield power? It's so intoxicating...

Samson grew increasingly anxious. He finally realized he couldn't wait any longer, but he dared not attack rashly. His enormous golden eyes burned brilliantly, and the black dragon opened its ferocious maw, with incredibly dazzling flames gathering deep within its throat.

As a direct descendant of the Bronze and Fire lineage, Samson also wielded the power of fire. Although he did not reach the level of Zhulong, his power far surpassed that of Junyan.

With a deafening roar, countless flames coalesced into a gigantic fire dragon that erupted from his mouth. In that instant, the river water turned scalding hot, and the temperature inside the entire temple soared.

The flames attacked swiftly and dangerously, but the pale figure didn't even try to dodge. In an instant, it was engulfed by endless flames, and countless evaporating water vapors filled the air, blurring its vision.

Samson warily crouched at a distance, his enormous golden eyes fixed on the flames that had engulfed half the space. Although he hadn't held back at all in this attack, he didn't believe that the monster would be killed so easily.

A terrifyingly high temperature rose rapidly throughout the space, and amidst the endless flames, a pale figure stepped out of the fire.

Her movements were not fast, even elegant, but with each flap of the huge bone wings on her back, the flames were pushed away a little by an invisible force, unable to get close to her at all.

Even though he had anticipated it, Samson still let out a defiant roar as he gathered his strength once more, seemingly preparing to unleash an even more dangerous ability.

But it was too late, because the monster in front of him raised its bloody longsword.

Looking at the enormous black dragon in front of her, Genji threw the long sword in her hand with all her might.

Amidst the raging flames, the endless firelight illuminated the defiant figure of Genji. This deformed monster uttered a metallic voice, saying, "Death!"

The bloody weapon of slaughter tumbled and flew toward Samson like a streak of crimson light. It was not fast, and it was very quiet, because death is such a quiet thing.

The flame that had already gathered halfway in the dragon's mouth was forcibly interrupted, and this dangerous ability was not released. It was as if a bomb that had already begun to explode was forcibly gathered together!

Samson raised his head and roared silently. The shadow of the crimson longsword was reflected in his huge golden pupils. This supreme being finally realized that annihilation was imminent, but he had no way to dodge it.

It was as if Death had been watching him, the command of death was issued directly through the long sword, imposed on Samson's huge dragon body. He curled up, trembling slightly, like a sinner awaiting judgment.

The long sword pierced the dragon's spine, and the huge black dragon was completely powerless to resist. The unparalleled force carried him from the air and slammed him hard to the ground, splashing up a huge spray of water.

This is an absolute killing intent, God's judgment on the world, nailing all sinners to the pillar of shame, allowing no resistance or defense.

The pale, grotesque ghostly figure gracefully flapped its enormous wings, slowly approaching the dragon that was pinned to the ground and still struggling in its death throes, its condescending posture like that of a god looking down upon a sinner.

Genji bent down slightly, her sharp claws gently stroking the dragon's scaly head. Her movements were so gentle, as if she were petting a playful pet.

She slowly unveiled Samson's iron mask, looked at the fear revealed in his golden eyes, tilted her head and smiled slightly, and at the same time suddenly reached out.

Sharp claws pierced Samson's skull, and endless killing orders were forcibly imposed on the dragon through her hands. The hard scales shattered instantly, the flesh melted away, and cracks were faintly visible on the dark golden bones inside.

He is being dismantled.

The enormous black dragon let out a dying groan, its long, powerless tail swaying in the river until it finally stiffened completely. It slowly closed its golden eyes, and in the instant its breath disappeared, its entire body instantly disintegrated into a pile of minced meat.

The pale figure stood amidst the blood and flesh, splattered with blood and gore, yet her expression was one of pure bliss, as if she were savoring the most exquisite food in the world.

The river water was still boiling, but suddenly everything fell silent, as if the world had just been created and all was still.

Caesar stared in shock at the scene before him; it was a truly hellish sight. Perhaps more than the terrifying dragon, the ferocious girl resembled a monster.

She was like a demon crawling out of hell, craving all fresh blood and gore, bloody and violent, hating everything beautiful and vibrant, and capable of tearing everything in her sight to shreds.

Looking at this scene, which could be described as a horror movie, an indescribable fear spread from the bottom of Caesar's heart, and a chill spread from his cervical spine to his limbs and bones. He felt his scalp tingle.

He dared not make a sound, for fear of disturbing the feeding demon. If he attracted the demon's attention at this moment, there seemed to be only one outcome.

That means I'll end up on the dinner table and become her next meal.

But at this very moment, some clueless people had to speak up.

“Childhood sweetheart…” Genjiro muttered to himself as he looked at the terrifying creature before him, his voice ringing out clearly in the silent temple.

Caesar rushed to the only other living person besides himself, grabbed the man's wrist, and growled, "Are you crazy? She's clearly lost her mind! Don't provoke her now!"

After he finished speaking, he froze the moment he saw Kiyomoto's appearance. The boy had delicate features and even looked somewhat effeminate, bearing an eight or nine-tenths resemblance to Kazama Ruri in Caesar's memory.

They look almost identical, yet completely different. What distinguishes them is their temperament and demeanor. Kazama Ruri is flamboyant and unrestrained, seemingly indifferent to everything, like a blazing flame, beautiful yet with a strong sense of aggression.

The boy in front of her, though handsome, seemed to have a dark cloud between his brows. This melancholy appearance made him look particularly downcast, even somewhat effeminate.

But it was only for a moment before Caesar came to his senses. He lowered his voice and said, "I don't care who you are, don't speak if you don't want to die!"

But his voice seemed to remind the boy in front of him that Yuan Zhisheng had suddenly become clear-headed. He violently shook off Caesar's hand, and in that instant, Caesar's strength was so great that he couldn't hold on at all.

Without even glancing at Caesar, Genji ran straight towards the hideous monster, shouting, "Chijo!"

Caesar tried to stop it but it was too late. He could only watch helplessly as the monster slowly turned its head, revealing a face covered in pale scales. On that terrifying face, one could vaguely see the delicate features of a young girl.

But at this moment, the beautiful and flamboyant girl had completely disappeared. Her majestic golden eyes held no trace of human emotion, only endless coldness, like some kind of cold-blooded reptile.

She looked at the human running towards her, her pupils narrowing slightly, like a snake locking onto its prey.

That gaze was so cold and terrifying that Yuan Zhisheng couldn't help but tremble all over. Even though he was so afraid that his teeth were chattering, he still approached step by step, slowly but firmly.

"Child, wake up!" The boy's voice trembled as he spoke. "Father and Erii are still waiting for us in Japan, and Kogure is waiting for you too. Wake up!"

He knew that Genji was probably on the verge of losing control at this moment, and might not even recognize him anymore. Approaching him now would undoubtedly be a very dangerous act, and he might be torn to pieces.

But Genjiro didn't care.

He only knew that he had already lost her once, and he would not repeat the same mistake.

Absolutely not.

The girl watched him approach coldly, her golden eyes devoid of any emotion, as if she were looking at a clown coming to his death, or as if a god were scrutinizing a greedy believer.

Caesar, who had been watching this side the whole time, held his breath and dared not make a sound. He watched as the boy finally walked up to the girl and then opened his arms without hesitation.

He grabbed the bloody, grotesque monster and hugged it tightly in his arms.

Chapter 102 Brother Takes You Home

The ground was covered in blood and flesh, and the girl stood on this mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood. Her pale scales were covered in blood, and the huge bone wings on her back blotted out the sky.

What a terrifying and bloodthirsty demon it was! Just one glance at it would give you nightmares.

But Yuan Zhisheng didn't hesitate to hug her tightly. The cold, hard scales cut through his skin, and warm blood flowed out, but the boy seemed not to feel any pain. He just held the hideous monster tightly.

"Little girl, it's alright now. Brother will take you home."

Genjiro looked down at Genjiro, who was holding her. He was so weak and vulnerable that even the opening and closing of his scales could tear through his skin and pierce his flesh.

She probably only needed to wave her hand gently, and this fragile life would have vanished in an instant, but she only carefully gathered all the scales.