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

Yuan Zhinu frowned, pushed open the old and heavy door, and saw Fingel squatting at the door of a villager's house, chatting enthusiastically with an old man.

Upon seeing Yuan Zhinü emerge, Finger immediately waved and, after she came over, handed her a cup of hot milk, saying warmly, "I found out something."

Yuan Zhinv walked over and sat down, took the still steaming milk, and casually asked, "What?"

"First, the girl named Xiao Yi left the village early this morning. She doesn't stay in the village often; the villagers say she's always busy hunting."

"But with her abilities, hunting would be an easy task, which means she's doing something else."

Yuan Zhinv nodded, not particularly concerned about the girl: "Is there anything else?"

“I asked if there was anything unusual here, and they all said no. The only thing that could be considered unusual is that we often hear whale songs.”

"Whale?" Yuan Zhinv frowned. Almost subconsciously, she thought of the giant whale in the simulator. She had even died at the hands of that whale in the simulator. That terrifying creature could completely crush her current strength.

"Yes, no one has ever seen what that whale looks like, but many people have heard its voice, including their fathers and grandfathers. They all grew up listening to that voice because of their faith. They believe that the whale is a deity that has been protecting them for generations."

"But according to them, it must be at least several hundred years old. No whale can live that long unless it's not an ordinary whale."

"what do you mean?"

"In the records of the Secret Society, there was indeed a giant whale that lived for thousands of years. In Hebrew mythology, it was called Leviathan."

"Leviathan?"

“On that day, the two beasts will be separated. The female beast will be called Leviathan, and she will live in the depths of the sea, in the waters; the male beast will be called Behemoth, and he will live in a wilderness east of the Garden of Eden, a wilderness called Dendar Smoke, which no man can see,” Fingel murmured.

"This passage comes from the Book of Enoch, a mythological book written in Hebrew that records their gods and monsters. Leviathan is a hybrid of a whale and a shark, symbolizing the king of sea monsters, who is cruel, tyrannical, and bloodthirsty."

"You mean this whale is something from a myth?" Yuan Zhinv asked.

“Be bold, girl. Perhaps this is the embryo you are looking for. However, it has already hatched successfully. At this point, we should call it…” Fingertillion paused before uttering that chilling name: “The King of the Ocean and Water!”

"That sounds like a really scary story." Genji took a sip of hot milk with a blank expression, but in her mind she was thinking about the strength of the giant whale in the simulator.

Unfortunately, the difference in strength between the two sides was too great, and she could only conclude that she couldn't win, but the exact difference was unknown.

However, given that she still possesses Orochi and Judgment in her current bloodline, the fact that she could even kill Samson, one of the best among the next generation, but couldn't defeat this whale speaks volumes.

Far more powerful than Samson, perhaps it really can only be the first generation of the race.

Was that whale truly the king of the ocean and water? Was the prince really lying to her, and that the embryo had actually hatched ten years ago?

Before Yuan Zhinv could figure it out, she suddenly felt dizzy, her hand unconsciously spilled the milk, and she staggered.

But just before she collapsed, a strong hand caught her shoulder, and the last thing she saw was Fingel's helpless smile.

"Junior, although I know you're very strong, it's best for girls to stay away from such dangerous things. Get some sleep."

Fingel gently embraced the unconscious girl and, speaking fluent Greenlandic to the villagers who were looking at him with worried expressions, said, "It's alright, she might be a little short of oxygen."

He gave the villagers a friendly and sincere smile: "I'm leaving to find rescue in a bit. I'll have to trouble you to look after my younger brother and sister. I'll bring you fuel when I come back."

The villagers nodded repeatedly, trusting the sincere young man completely. They watched as he escorted the girl back into the house, then strolled away humming an unknown song.

The man's solitary figure appeared somewhat lonely and desolate amidst the white snow, but he soon disappeared into the wind and snow, completely out of sight.

Chapter 135 It's time for us to settle the score!

In the cramped wooden house, Genji lay on the only bed, and Fingel even thoughtfully covered her with a blanket.

Old Tang was fast asleep on the thatched ground nearby, looking exactly the same as when he fell asleep the night before.

The whole room was filled with a soporific smell, clearly Fingel's masterpiece.

What Fingel didn't know was that shortly after he left, the girl silently opened her eyes.

Once she was sure the man was far away, Yuan Zhinv quickly sat up in bed and scanned the room. She soon found the source of the smell: a small incense burner burning in the corner of the room, emitting a drowsy scent.

Knowing that Genji's bloodline was strong and might be able to withstand this inhaled drug, he deliberately added something to the hot milk, though it's unclear what it was.

However, considering that even someone like Yuan Zhinü, who grew up drinking various sedatives from the King and had developed a strong resistance to them, could feel a dizzying effect, it's clear that this scoundrel used a sufficient amount of drugs.

If it weren't for the fact that her bloodline has now broken through to the next generation and that her whole body is flowing with dragon blood, she might have really been defeated.

However, if that were the case, she wouldn't have drunk that glass of milk.

Knowing that Fingel had ulterior motives and that he had managed to sneak away from her several times in the simulator, Genjiro naturally took precautions.

However, it's useless to say nice things to someone who's so wary. Even if you tie him up and beat him, he probably won't tell you a single truth.

Since that's the case, why not let him do it? She can just follow behind and be the one to catch the cicada.

Regarding that embryo, Genji actually had some thoughts in her mind.

Previously, I learned from the simulator that the Dragon King could parasitize corpses and wait for an opportunity to hatch and regenerate. In addition, the black dragon has been guarding the corpses of the students who were lost in the academy ten years ago. I don't believe there's nothing fishy going on here.

However, so much time has passed, and the location of those corpses is not easy to find, given the vast expanse of sea. Since Fingel is in such a hurry to get there, let him lead the way.

From the moment they entered Greenland, Genji had sent a snake to stay by his side, just in case he left without saying goodbye.

Now, from the message brought by that snake, Genji could clearly sense that Fingel was heading in a very specific direction with a clear goal. Sure enough, his previous inability to find the way was all an illusion; he was just pretending.

However, Yuan Zhinü did not rush to chase after him. She casually threw the burning incense outside the house, walked to the side of the fast-sleeping Old Tang, and reached out to shake him awake.

When Lao Tang woke up, he still looked confused, and his eyes were unfocused for a long time.

Yuan Zhinv was quite patient, waiting for him for a long time before watching him slowly come to his senses.

Old Tang clutched his dizzy head, his voice hoarse: "What's wrong with me? My head is so dizzy."

“It’s good that you’re dizzy,” Yuan Zhinu said. “Your good brother drugged you. If you feel really uncomfortable, you can go outside and wash your face with snow.”

It took Old Tang a while to process such a simple question before he stared wide-eyed in disbelief and blurted out instinctively, "Why?"

"Who knows? Maybe he's afraid we'll steal his wife," Yuan Zhinu said casually. "Get up quickly if you're sober. Let's go and secretly follow him now."

Old Tang was completely bewildered. He was out of the loop from beginning to end, not knowing what this trip to Greenland meant, what he was doing here, or when he would be going back.

But seeing that his two companions were both quite ill, he inexplicably began to miss the warmth of his room and his computer.

"Big-faced Cat Brother, I've sacrificed so much for you this time, you'd better repay me in the future." Old Tang muttered as he was led outside, then a cold wind blew across his face.

At that moment, Old Tang even felt like dying.

……

Hey bro, remember me?

In the frozen harbor, a worker had just finished his morning walk and was about to head back when someone patted him on the shoulder. He turned around and saw a warm and genuinely smiling face.

"Who are you?" The worker looked puzzled. He didn't remember knowing such a person at all, and besides, the person had a face that clearly wasn't from the local area. If he had seen him before, he should have remembered him well.

But this person spoke in a genuine local dialect, and greeted others with such warmth, as if they were old friends who hadn't seen each other in a long time.

“Oh, you don’t remember me?” Fingel looked sad. “I was a foreign employee here before, but I couldn’t stand it and left.”

The worker scratched his head. They had indeed hired some foreign employees before, but they all left after a short time because the environment was too harsh. In the end, only the locals who were used to the cold remained.

But he still couldn't remember which foreign employee he had ever interacted with, probably because it had been so long and he had forgotten.

The worker didn't delve into the matter, but asked with a hint of doubt, "Then why did you come back? Is something wrong?"

"I have some things to take care of when I got back." Fingel smiled sheepishly. "By the way, why is construction stopped here? I couldn't find the foreman."

"Oh, they say there are waves and the water isn't calm lately, so we're taking a break. Most of the workers have left, and the foreman probably went home too."

"Thank you so much, brother, you've really helped me a lot." Fingel gave the other man a thumbs up. The worker scratched his head sheepishly, then turned and left.

The moment the worker turned around, all the expression on Fingel's face vanished.

He turned and walked into the massive factory, easily finding his way to a secluded room filled with safes. He walked to one of the safes, entered the password, and soon, with a soft click, the safe opened.

Inside is a complete set of diving equipment.

As if he knew he would come back someday, this always jovial man made all the necessary preparations without anyone knowing.

He speaks fluent Greenlandic dialect and has prepared all the necessary items for a possible return dive.

It was just too coincidental that the factory happened to stop production at that moment, as if someone had prepared a special gift for him.

But it didn't matter anymore; he was too lazy to think about these things. He calmly and skillfully put on all the equipment, as if he had practiced for it a million times.

At that moment, he had only one thought in his mind: he wanted to take his girl home... or, to stay there with his girl forever, never to be separated again.

He would accept either outcome with equanimity.

The man stood in front of the mirror, carefully and meticulously tidying his clothes, like a clumsy fellow nervously preparing for a date, or perhaps heading to a long-awaited important banquet.

Finally, the man jumped into the sea without hesitation. The splashing water shimmered in the sunlight, and ripples spread out but quickly disappeared, as if they had never existed.

The seabed was crystal clear, and the water rippled gently. The man continued his descent with unwavering determination. Even though ten years had passed, this route was still firmly etched in his mind, because it was the path that had cost him everything.

He dived to a depth of about 200 meters in one go. The surrounding water temperature had dropped below zero degrees Celsius. This super-cold seawater would freeze quickly if stirred even slightly, and a thin film of ice spread out in front of him.

The spotlight on the diving helmet reflected in the thin ice, and for a fleeting moment, a dark shadow flashed by. Fingel did not turn around, as if he was completely unaware, or as if he had expected it.

The man calmly continued swimming toward the place he remembered, and in the reflection of the thin ice, he made out the shape of the dark figure.

The enormous, black creature resembled a totem from an ancient mural. It was so nimble, its slender tail swaying slowly in the seawater, like a butterfly flying without making a sound, or like a ghost silently following behind him.

With a slight upturn of his lips, the man's eyes, which were usually filled with exaggerated expressions, now held only a wild, joyful ecstasy.

Finally, he arrived at the place he remembered, exactly the same as the nightmare scene he had dreamt of countless times in the middle of the night. Time seemed to stand still here, and everything was exactly as it had been ten years ago.

The girl in his memory, his friends, were all locked in heavy metal suits, quietly sealed away in the boundless cold.

Fingel could even see the expressions on those people's faces. They looked so vibrant, as if they were just sleeping peacefully, ready to open their eyes at any moment.

But they have been sleeping here for ten years, never to see the light of day again.

"Long time no see, guys," the man murmured, but no one answered him, and no one would ever answer him again.

The man's gaze swept over every familiar face, finally settling on the girl at the edge.

She was a pale, long-haired girl with snow-white skin that had an almost transparent quality. Her long eyelashes cast faint shadows on her face, and her expression was so serene that it seemed she was simply in a deep sleep.

Her slender body was encased in a thick layer of ice, the crystal-clear ice surface reflecting a faint light. The girl's hands were folded in front of her chest, her long fingers slightly curled, as if she wanted to grasp something, but ultimately stiffened in the cold.

She slept peacefully, surrounded by endless cold and darkness. Ten years had left no trace on her, and she remained exactly as I remembered her.

"EVA, I'm already old, but you're still so beautiful."

The man's voice was hoarse and low, very soft, as soft as the most intimate whisper between lovers, or as if afraid of disturbing a sleeping girl.

He slowly reached out and drew the knife strapped to his waist. The mirror-like white blade suddenly turned black in his hand, and the black blade light greatly extended its length. A long knife with a twisted blade and a strange shape appeared in his hand.