Dragon Clan: I can randomly draw a word spirit

There are always things in this world that are more terrifying than death, such as when someone you care about dies while you are alive, or when you do something wrong but it is too late to make up for it and you can only live in guilt for the rest of your life.

Guilt is the most vicious poison in the world. It will make people unable to get rid of it and never have peace for the rest of their lives.

Yuan Zhisheng had experienced that feeling and knew that pain, so he would never be able to forgive himself in his life.

He once thought that his justice was to protect everyone, but now he understands that his justice is just to protect the people he cherishes.

And he was willing to die for his justice, even honored to do so.

The giant dragon roared suddenly and pounced on Yuan Zhisheng with anger at being provoked by an ant. Yuan Zhisheng also jumped up suddenly, and his two swords made sharp sounds of breaking through the air, and as he fell, he smashed hard into the giant dragon's head.

The black dragon twisted its body violently, and its huge tail slammed onto Yuan Zhisheng before his two swords fell. Yuan Zhisheng was thrown away in an instant, and fell to the ground like a bird with broken wings, and spat out a mouthful of blood.

But he seemed not to feel the pain. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, used the knife to support his body and climbed up again. Even though he could not stand steadily, he still stubbornly stood in front of the girl.

Just like many years ago, when the two of them were still dependent on each other in a small town in the countryside of Japan, Gen Chisei would always stand in front of her and block all malicious eyes for her when those naughty children came to bully the skinny Gen Chisei.

When Genji looked up, she could only see the boy's narrow back. It was her stupid and stubborn brother who was protecting her and had been protecting her for many years.

A faint sigh was heard in the air, sounding like helplessness and compromise.

A clear voice sounded softly, then became clearer and clearer, and finally echoed throughout the space. It was a girl who was speaking, and she was speaking the language of ancient times.

Caesar on the side suddenly realized that this girl had never used her words during the battle so far, but now she seemed finally ready to use it.

As the voice rang out, incomparable pressure descended, and the fatal and horrific wound on Yuan Zhinv's chest was healing at a speed visible to the naked eye. The shattered internal organs were growing again, the broken bones were healed, and the flesh and blood were regenerated.

The broken pale scales were replaced by new ones. The bone spurs on the back extended again, and finally turned into a pair of terrifying huge bone wings. Flesh and blood grew on the bone wings, and finally turned into a white film that covered the entire body.

Her hands and feet also turned into sharp claws. The scarlet long sword that she had always held in her claws suddenly swelled again, and an overwhelming smell of blood filled the air, as if the flames burning on the sword were condensed from blood.

She suddenly spread her wings and stretched her body in the air. Her figure was still slender and delicate, but her whole body was pale. With her breathing, her sharp scales slowly expanded.

The once beautiful and pure girl now had horns and hideous features, and was elegant and graceful, somewhere between an angel and a devil. She looked like a giant cross suspended in the air, and the reflection of her scales illuminated the darkness.

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

Chapter 101: Perhaps She is More Like a Monster Than a Dragon

At the bottom of the Yangtze River, in the ancient bronze city, in the huge sky temple, the devil finally revealed his true face.

Caesar stared blankly at the girl who was half-hung in the air and had completely transformed into a dragon. He looked at the pale huge bone wings that spread out and vaguely revealed a cross, and murmured, "Dragon Bone Cross..."

"Little girl..." Yuan Zhisheng also looked up blankly, almost unable to believe his eyes.

He knew that Minamoto no Chitose's words seemed to be some kind of bloodline enhancement. She had used this kind of words when she was forced to fight against Eri in the battle between the Snake Eight Clan.

She also had a dragon-transforming reaction at that time, but she only had a few more scales on her body.

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

Looking at those blazing, bright golden eyes that lacked any human emotion, and feeling the incomparable pressure emanating from the girl, Yuan Zhisheng felt a fear from the bottom of his heart, and he began to tremble.

His sister turned into a monster in front of him again, but he would not swing the knife at her again. He was just extremely worried whether she could return to her original appearance.

But no matter whether she can recover or not, she is still his sister, someone he will give everything to protect.

Compared to the shock of Caesar and Yuan Zhisheng, Samson seemed a little anxious. He stared at the white figure in front of him, and a hoarse roar kept coming out of his ferocious big mouth. There was an undisguised uneasiness in the roar, but he did not dare to attack.

As a second-generation person with a title, Samson's bloodline can be considered very noble, but for thousands of years, he has never felt such oppression from a human being.

This fear that came from the bottom of his heart came from the pressure in his blood, and he had only felt this feeling from the Dragon King before.

For a moment, the entire Sky Temple was extremely quiet. Both humans and dragons were looking at the girl who was stretching her body in the air. She looked so sacred and yet so evil, as majestic as a god and as hideous as a ghost.

Yuan Zhinu felt the blood boiling in her body, and felt an incomparable power filling her limbs and bones, as if everything in front of her could be destroyed as long as she wanted. No living creature could stop her, and she could do anything she wanted.

Is this what it feels like to be in control of power? It's so intoxicating...

Samson became more and more anxious. He finally realized that he could not wait any longer, but he did not dare to attack easily. The huge golden eyes were burning brightly. The black dragon opened its ferocious bloody mouth, and an extremely dazzling flame was gathering deep in its throat.

As a direct descendant of the bronze and fire lineage, Samson also possesses the power of fire. Although his power does not reach the level of Zhulong, it is far greater than Junyan's.

With a life-shaking roar, countless flames condensed into a huge fire dragon that erupted from his mouth. At that moment, the river water became boiling hot and the temperature in the entire temple rose suddenly.

The flames came swiftly and fiercely, but the pale figure did not even try to dodge. In an instant, he was enveloped by endless flames. Countless evaporated water vapor filled the air, and his vision became blurred.

Samson was lurking vigilantly in the distance, his huge golden eyes staring at the flames that burned half of the space without blinking. Although he did not hold back at all in this attack, he did not believe that the monster could be killed so easily.

The rapidly rising terrifying high temperature filled the entire space. In the endless flames, a pale figure stepped out from the fire.

Her movements were not fast, and could even be considered graceful, but every time the huge bone wings behind her flapped, the flames would be pushed away a little by the invisible force and could not get close to her at all.

Even though he had expected it, Samson still let out an unwilling roar. He gathered his strength again, as if preparing to use an even more dangerous ability.

But it was too late, because the monster in front of him raised the bloody long knife in his hand.

Looking at the huge black dragon in front of her, Yuan Zhinv threw the long sword in her hand with force.

In the raging flames, the endless flames illuminated the unruly figure of Yuan Zhinv. The deformed monster made a metallic sound and said, "Death!"

The bloody killing weapon rolled and flew towards Samson like a stream of bright red light. It was not fast and it was very quiet, because death is such a quiet thing.

The flame that had already condensed halfway in the dragon's mouth was forcibly interrupted, and this dangerous ability could not be released. This was like forcibly gathering a bomb that had already begun to explode!

Samson raised his head and roared silently, the shadow of the blood-red sword was reflected in his huge golden pupils. This top creature finally realized that the disaster was right in front of him, but he had no way to dodge it.

It was as if he was being stared at by the god of death. The order of death was issued directly through the long sword and imposed on Samson's huge dragon body. He curled up and trembled slightly, like a sinner waiting for judgment.

The long sword pierced the dragon's back, and the huge black dragon was completely unable to resist. The incomparable force carried him from the air and smashed him to the ground, splashing huge water.

This is an absolute will to kill, it is God's judgment on the world, nailing all sinners to the pillar of shame, without allowing resistance or defense.

The pale, ferocious ghost flapped its huge wings gracefully and slowly approached the giant dragon that was nailed to the ground and was still struggling in death. Its condescending look was like God looking down on a sinner.

Yuan Zhinv bent her body slightly and gently stroked the dragon's scaly head with her sharp claws. Her movements were so gentle, as if she was stroking a naughty pet.

She slowly lifted Samson's iron mask, looked at the fear revealed in his golden eyes, tilted her head and smiled slightly, while suddenly reaching out her hand.

The sharp claws were completely inserted into Samson's head. Endless killing orders were forcibly imposed on the dragon through her hands. The hard scales broke instantly, the flesh and blood melted, and the dark golden bones inside were vaguely visible and covered with cracks.

He was being unraveled.

A dying groan came from the mouth of the huge black dragon, and its long powerless tail swayed in the river until it finally became completely stiff. It slowly closed its golden eyes, and the moment its breath disappeared, its entire body instantly disintegrated into a pool of minced meat.

The pale figure was standing in the flesh and blood, with blood splattered on her body and face, but her expression was so intoxicated, as if she was enjoying the most wonderful food in the world.

The river water was still boiling, but everything suddenly became quiet, as quiet as when the world was first created and all was silent.

Caesar looked at the scene in front of him in shock. It was truly a scene from hell. Perhaps compared to the terrifying dragon, the hideous girl looked more like a monster.

She was like a demon crawling out of hell, craving for all fresh blood, bloody and violent, hating everything beautiful and alive, and would tear apart everything in front of her.

Looking at this horror movie-level scene, an indescribable fear spread from Caesar's heart. A chill spread from his cervical vertebrae to his limbs and bones. He just felt his scalp tingling.

He didn't dare to make any sound, for fear of disturbing the evil ghost who was eating. If he attracted the evil ghost's attention at this moment, there seemed to be only one outcome.

That is to go to the dining table and become her next meal.

But at this very moment, there are some short-sighted people who want to speak.

"Little girl..." Yuan Zhisheng muttered to himself as he looked at the horrifying creature in front of him, his voice particularly clear in the silent temple.

Caesar quickly walked towards the only living person besides him, grabbed the man's wrist, and growled, "Are you crazy? She has obviously lost her mind! Don't provoke her at this time!"

After he finished speaking, he was stunned the moment he saw Qingyuan's childish appearance. The boy had a handsome face, even looked a little feminine, and was 80% similar to Fengjian Liuli in Caesar's memory.

They look almost exactly the same, yet completely different. What distinguishes them is their temperament and demeanor. Fengjian Liuli is flamboyant and unrestrained, as if she disdains everything. She is like a burning flame, beautiful and extremely aggressive at the same time.

The boy in front of him, although handsome, seemed to have dark clouds between his brows. This gloomy look made him look particularly depressed and even a little effeminate.

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

But his voice seemed to remind the young man in front of him, and Yuan Zhi suddenly woke up. He fiercely shook off Caesar's hand, and at that moment Caesar, who was so strong, couldn't hold it at all.

Yuan Zhisheng didn't even look at Caesar, but ran straight towards the hideous monster, shouting loudly: "Child girl!"

Caesar wanted to stop it but it was too late. He could only watch as the monster slowly turned its head, revealing a face covered with pale scales. On that terrifying face, the girl's delicate features could be vaguely seen.

But at this moment, the beautiful and flamboyant girl had completely disappeared. There was not a trace of human emotion in those majestic golden eyes, only endless coldness, like some kind of cold-blooded reptile.

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

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

"Little girl, wake up quickly." The boy said in a trembling voice: "Dad and Eri 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. It would undoubtedly be a very dangerous act to get close to her at this time, and he might even be torn to pieces.

But Yuan Zhisheng didn't care.

All he knew was that he had lost her once, and he wasn't going to make the same mistake again.

Absolutely not.

The girl watched him coldly as he slowly approached. There was no emotion in her golden eyes. It was as if she was looking at a clown who came to die, or as if God was sizing up a greedy believer.

Caesar, who had been watching this side the whole time, held his breath and dared not make any sound. He watched the boy finally walk up to the girl and open his arms without hesitation.

He hugged the bloody and hideous monster tightly in his arms.

Chapter 102 Brother will take you home

The ground was covered with blood and flesh. The girl was standing on this sea of ​​blood and corpses. Her pale scales were covered in blood, and the huge bone wings behind her blocked out the sun.

What a terrifying and bloody evil spirit it was, to the extent that just one look at it would give people nightmares.

But Yuan Zhisheng hugged her tightly without hesitation. The cold and hard scales scratched his skin and warm blood flowed out, but the boy seemed not to feel any pain and just hugged the hideous monster tightly.

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

Yuan Zhinv looked down at Yuan Zhisheng who was holding her. He was so weak and vulnerable. The mere opening and closing of his scales could cut through his skin and pierce into his flesh.

She probably only needed to wave her hand lightly and this fragile life would disappear in an instant, but she just carefully retracted all the scales.

The girl sighed softly, and all the resentment and unwillingness that she had felt during those hard years with no one to talk to suddenly disappeared.

It was like finally waking up from a nightmare that had lasted for years.

The death-like coldness in her eyes quickly faded, and the ferocious golden pupils gradually dimmed. Yuan Zhinv closed her eyes and said in a hoarse voice: "Stay away from me."