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

"The boss hasn't given any orders yet; he's probably still observing this girl's strength. By the way, aren't you Japanese too? How come you don't know this young master?"

"Compared to the noble Snake Clan, I am but a commoner."

Saketoku Mai sighed, her tone tinged with self-deprecation: "The young master of the Snake-Headed Eight Families is probably equivalent to the crown prince in ancient China. I am just a commoner in Japan, and I have no way of getting close to such important figures."

"It's okay, long legs. In my eyes, you are the most beautiful Japanese woman!" Chip Girl declared righteously, "No young master or prince can compare to you! You are the most amazing and beautiful woman in all of Japan!"

Mai Shude's lips twitched. She was a little reluctant to deal with this abstract woman. She looked up at the chaotic battlefield, and just that one glance made her break out in a cold sweat.

In the brief moment she was chatting on the phone, the battle over there had ceased at some point! The ground was littered with neatly cut headless corpses, and the death-like girl had vanished without a trace.

It's hard to imagine what could have happened to kill so many terrifying Deadpools in such a short time, and then disappear without a trace!

Almost instinctively, Mai raised her hand to watch the video replay and check where that person had gone.

But just as she raised her hand, a body pressed close to her from behind, slender fingers gently resting on her waist, while warm breath sprayed onto her neck.

Mai Shude felt a chill run down her spine, and an indescribable fear suddenly exploded in her heart, leaving her frozen in place, her body stiff.

Mai Shutoku has undergone the most rigorous ninjutsu training and is the most outstanding ninja. She is also shrouded in the power of the Word of Light, making her appear as if she has cast an invisibility spell in such a dim environment.

Logically speaking, no one should be able to approach her silently, yet she is now being approached so closely without her noticing!

No one knows when that person approached, or rather, that person was more like a ghost, silent yet omnipresent.

Faced with such a wicked demon, what can a living person do but surrender?

"Young lady, are you looking for me?"

The girl's voice rang out casually, accompanied by warm breath brushing against Mai's ear. It seemed as if the ghostly girl was speaking close to her cheek.

Cold sweat instantly soaked her combat uniform. In just a moment, Mai's heart pounded like a drum. But before she could think of a way to escape, another slender hand gently stroked her neck, caressing her fair and delicate skin.

Mai Shude was forced to raise her head, like a swan with its neck clamped, as the shadowy figure embraced her in an extremely intimate manner.

Given the strength with which that dark figure killed the servant, it's not hard to imagine that with just a little force, Mai Shude's waist and neck would be instantly snapped, like a doll being violently torn apart into several pieces, with blood splattering far away.

The woman on the other end of the phone immediately realized something was wrong, but before she could say anything, her small earpiece was crushed. Yuan Zhinv admired the beautiful and sexy woman in her arms as if she were looking at a fine gift.

She let out a soft sigh, her words full of admiration: "What a beautiful gift!"

"I'm truly flattered."

Chapter 108 The Devil Said, Meeting You Is Such Bad Luck

Guderian was brushing his teeth while wearing his Mickey Mouse sleeping cap when he received the mission notification.

As an assistant professor, his daily life was actually very simple. His courses were not busy, and his only student had become quite experienced and did not require any supervision.

His only regret is probably not knowing when he will become a tenured professor.

However, this cannot be rushed. There is an old Chinese saying that everything depends on fate. If you haven't become one, it's just that your time hasn't come yet. Guderian was very open-minded about this.

So when he heard the knocking, he didn't realize the seriousness of the situation until he opened the door with his nightcap on and a toothbrush in his mouth, and saw the handsome old man standing there. Guderian was stunned.

"Good morning, Professor Guderian," Angers greeted him with a charming smile. "How have you been settling into life at the academy lately?"

Guderian stared blankly at Angers, muttering unconsciously, "Principal?"

Only then did he suddenly realize what was happening, and he quickly opened the door to welcome the person in: "Please come in, Principal!"

Angers walked into the room, his gaze sweeping over the Pikachu, Mickey Mouse, and Donald Duck plush toys scattered everywhere, and said nonchalantly, "Professor, you still have a childlike heart."

Guderian looked a little embarrassed and scratched his head. "These are all free gifts. Principal, is there something you need for your sudden visit?"

"I noticed that you haven't been promoted to tenured professor yet?"

Guderian immediately lowered his head in embarrassment. After more than ten years at the university, he was still only an assistant professor, which was really quite shameful.

Angers comforted him, expressing his belief in his talent, but said helplessly that although he wanted to help, school rules stipulated that to become a tenured professor, one must achieve something, such as mentoring an outstanding student.

Guderian thought of his only student, Fingel, and immediately lowered his head even further, wishing he could find a crack in the ground to crawl into.

But at that moment, Angers suddenly changed the subject and said, "I believe you just haven't encountered a good opportunity yet, so I want to give you a chance."

These words came as a surprise, and Guderian was stunned for a long time before suddenly becoming excited: "What opportunity?"

"I need you to go to China and recruit a student, an S-level student."

“S-rank?” Guderian’s eyes widened. “Kaze…Ruri Kazama, an S-rank?! How could we find another one like that?”

Angers paused, remembering the violent girl, and suddenly hesitated: "...Maybe?"

"That's wonderful! Principal, you really take good care of me!"

Guderian cheered, waving his toothbrush excitedly, "It must be so easy to train an 'S'-class student with such unparalleled potential into an outstanding student!"

Angers nodded: "It's probably as simple as the New York Yankees winning next year's MLB championship."

Angers patted the old man's shoulder and said softly, "Ruri Kazama has already made contact. You should also prepare to set off. Don't let me down."

Guderian was taken aback: "Ruri Kazama has already gone? What is she doing there?"

“Let her show our future new S-class how to be an S-class.” Angers smiled faintly. “You don’t need to worry about her, just let her follow orders.”

"Okay, I will definitely obey her orders and will never let you down, Principal. I will absolutely not hold you back." Guderian nodded hurriedly.

Angers: "...I mean, make her obey your orders."

Seeing Guderian's innocent and bewildered expression, Angers put one hand to his forehead, his eyes full of helplessness: "Fine, you can listen to her."

Guderian nodded repeatedly, but seeing Angers turn to leave, he couldn't help but blurt out, "Why me?"

"It's probably because sincerity is the ultimate weapon. S-class students like these are often quite sensitive. No matter what schemes or malice they try to hide, they have nowhere to hide. Only a sincere person like you, Professor, can move them."

At this point, Angers paused, glanced back at Guderian, and focused his gaze on Guderian's comical nightcap.

Guderian looked very inspired and said excitedly: "Thank you for your trust, President! I will definitely complete the task well!"

"Then I look forward to your performance."

"Oh, right." Just before leaving the room, Angers turned back and suddenly said, "Remember to take Chen Motong with you. She can do profiling, and she might be able to help."

……

Under the dim sky, the towering viaduct casts dark shadows, and one after another, thin, ghostly figures crawl out of the shadows, seemingly endless.

No one knows how many years the Nibelungen has existed, or how many Dead Servants it contains, just as no one knows how many demons are crammed into Hell.

The air was filled with the high-pitched cries of babies; those things seemed to be crying and laughing at the same time. The air was filled with the smell of rotting flesh and blood—the smell of death.

In the past, when Yuan Zhinv heard these cries, she would only feel excited, because they represented experience, leveling up, and becoming stronger.

But at this moment, she felt a little annoyed.

"Shut up!" she yelled, turning around. "Quiet down!"

The girl's rebuke swept across the land like a military order, carrying an overwhelming pressure. Wherever it went, all the ghostly dead servants trembled in silence.

This is an incredible scene. Deadpool is a monster that has long lost its soul and life. They don't know what fear is, or even pain. All that's left is the bloodlust and brutality in their genes.

But in that rebuke, they felt a pressure deep within their bloodline, a threat far more terrifying than death, and the fear etched into their genes was awakened.

Countless death servants prostrated themselves on the ground, like lowly slaves paying homage to royalty.

They certainly wouldn't dare to be presumptuous in front of the high and mighty royal family, because lowly blood flows in their veins, and all their power is nothing more than a small favor from those terrible beings.

In a short while, all was quiet, and the only sounds in the world were the wind and... the rapid breathing of the girl in my arms.

The world finally quieted down, and Yuan Zhinü lowered her head with satisfaction to admire her beautiful prey.

She was undoubtedly a very beautiful girl. She had a pretty face that would leave a deep impression on anyone who saw her. Her black combat suit tightly hugged her shapely body, and her long legs, which would make countless men drool, were taut at the moment, making her curves even more obvious.

Reaching out and hugging the slender waist, Yuan Zhinu lifted the girl's delicate white chin with one hand, admiring the beautiful face and the girl's ugly expression.

She raised an eyebrow slightly and spoke slowly and deliberately: "You seem very nervous?"

Mai Shude was completely immobilized. She felt as if she were imprisoned by a humanoid dragon. Her seemingly thin and slender arms contained unparalleled strength, like iron clamps that she could not break free from.

As if sensing her struggle, the arm around her waist tightened slightly, and Mai Shude instantly felt her lower abdomen tighten violently, as if a mountain was pressing down on her, and she immediately felt that it was difficult to breathe.

Her heartbeat quickened, Mai Shude's face gradually turned red, and a low, dying moan escaped her throat. She could even feel her life slipping away.

Just when she thought she was about to be snapped in half, the arm around her waist suddenly loosened, and fresh air rushed in. Mai Shude was immediately choked and coughed loudly. Without support, she fell to the ground.

Because of suffocation and coughing, the girl's eyes welled up with tears, and her face turned red. She curled up, clutching her waist, like a fragile shrimp.

The demon-like figure was looking down at her, the difference between them as vast as an insurmountable chasm. Mai Shude looked as vulnerable as a fledgling bird in front of him.

Looking at the girl lying on the ground in front of her, Yuan Zhinü slowly drew her long sword and slashed down without hesitation.

A hand emerged from the shadows behind Mai Shude and grasped the blade of the long sword!

It was a shadow hidden behind Shude Mai. No one knew when it appeared; it was as if it had appeared out of thin air without any warning.

He held the fiery red blade tip as casually as if he were holding a cup of black tea, but even with that effortless posture, Genji felt as if the long sword in his hand had struck steel, unable to penetrate any further.

He was a boy who only reached Yuan Zhinv's thigh in height. He was wearing a black suit and a white tie, looking as refined as a little aristocrat.

Looking at the boy who suddenly appeared, Yuan Zhinü showed no surprise, and the corners of her mouth turned up into a mocking arc: "Finally decided to show up?"

"I thought you were going to keep hiding like a coward."

The boy seemed oblivious to the mockery in Yuan Zhinv's tone. He simply sighed softly, his delicate brows furrowing slightly, as if he had encountered something very difficult.

"I'm really annoyed with you," the boy complained. "Why don't you just stay in Japan or America? Nobody will care if you cause a huge scene there. Why do you have to get involved in my business?"

“Then you should ask Angers.” Yuan Zhinu shrugged. “To be honest, I don’t want to see you either. After all, encountering a devil is really bad luck.”

"I find it rather unlucky that someone called a demon would say such a thing." The little devil sighed, then suddenly raised his head, the faint gold in his eyes suddenly becoming incredibly bright, like burning flames.

“Mai, get up and stand before me. Do not be afraid, do not be alarmed.” The boy coldly commanded, “She has a bloodline far superior to yours to rely on. Your bloodline is inferior to hers, but you have me.”

"I am your support."

Mai Shude stood up and walked to the boy, turning her back to him and standing between him and Genjiro.

The blood-red longsword was millimeters away from her neck. If the sword moved even slightly, she would be splattered with blood, just like those Deadpools whose heads were chopped off.

But she was no longer afraid, because the man had broken through the shadows and emerged.

Compared to that man, all the bloodshed and violence in the world pales in comparison.

Because he himself is the greatest violence.