Lu Mingfei, the Martial Saint of the Dragon Clan

The man stood on the lava.

His body is covered with white scales, making his body even more majestic.

The hybrids from the eight Sheqi families looked at him.

He discovered sensitively.

Everyone only saw the man raise his head, revealing a pair of golden eyes.

Genichiro Ryoma, Shio Miyamoto, and all the others.

I just feel cold all over.

This is a feeling like being stared at by a natural enemy. The hairs all over your body stand up, as if you will die if you just move.

The same name appears in everyone's mind.

Yamata no Orochi.

They couldn't find any human reason in their eyes. What they had in these eyes was boundless violence and honor.

Miyamoto wanted to give the order, but he couldn't move.

So is this what it feels like to truly face a pure-blooded dragon?

S-class, the principal, and Mr. Uesugi have been fighting monsters like this all the time.

Shio Miyamoto wanted to give the order.

But if you can't move, you can't move.

Miyamoto Shio heard the sound of a sharp knife entering flesh.

In the silence of the Divine Burial Hall, this sound was particularly clear.

Without thinking, Miyamoto Shio immediately guessed that it was Ryoma-kun.

Ryoma Genichiro's head was covered in sweat and hurt.

This was the mechanism he had prepared early in the morning. When he was unable to move, the mechanism controlled the sword to pierce the palm of his hand.

There is no way, compared to pure-blood dragons, hybrids are naturally at a disadvantage.

Weak people must have the consciousness of a weak person. Since you are a weak person, you also want to win. If you don't pay the price, how can this be a good thing?

Ryoma Genichiro exchanged pain for the temporary right to move.

He's about to push the intercom button and speak the code word.

At that moment, a dark shadow enveloped him.

Ryoma Genichiro was beaten away.

This is an absolutely violent crushing.

The monster's anti-jointed feet were on the ground.

Golden Eyes looked around with cruelty and curiosity.

Some people lowered their heads and tried to raise their heads, such as Shio Miyamoto.

Some people keep their heads down and just want to bury their heads lower, such as the old guys.

Genichiro Ryoma was in great pain. His bones were broken, including his ribs and arm bones. Fortunately, his internal organs were not injured.

Ryoma Genichiro groaned, blood dripping from the corner of his mouth. He remained silent and rushed towards the monster.

The monster vibrated its wings and created wind pressure. He seemed to be about to fly, then paused.

Are you not used to this body yet?

Ryoma Genichiro seized this opportunity.

He finally approached the walkie-talkie.

Ryoma Genichiro was very calm. At this time, he still had no emotional ups and downs.

He didn't grab for the walkie-talkie.

Ryoma Genichiro hit him with his head.

He was going to bang his forehead against the button of the intercom.

The monster appears again.

The monster stepped on the walkie-talkie.

His reverse-jointed leg caused Ryoma Genichiro to bleed from the collision.

At this time, Ryoma Genichiro showed his hidden responsibilities.

He continued to fight despite his injuries.

He shoots at the monster.

As expected, the bullet had no effect at all.

So Ryoma Genichiro drew his sword.

The figure of him charging at the monster's back is reminiscent of Don Quixote, the knight charging at the windmill.

The difference between him and Don Quixote is that Don Quixote will not die if he hits a windmill, but he will.

Ryoma Genichiro was knocked away again and then got up.

This scene is amazing.

The lowered hybrids couldn't understand.

They couldn't even raise their heads in front of the monster.

Why can Genichiro Ryoma charge again and again?

What is sustaining him.

The old guys were heartbroken. They thought of Angers and thought that that bastard Angers must have poured some kind of ecstasy soup into their head of the Longma family.

However, come to think of it, they would not dare to scold Angers.

Even if you just curse in your mind.

Therefore, all the sins lie with Ryoma Genichiro.

Who told you that you couldn't resist Ange's temptation?

The old guys who buried their heads lower and lower naturally didn't notice.

The monster behaves strangely.

The hearts of the old guys were filled with the power of Yamata no Orochi and their complaints against Ryoma Genichiro.

No one thought about this question. No matter how secretive Ryoma Genichiro was, how could he persist in the hands of Yamata no Orochi for so long? After all, he was just an ordinary mixed-race species and had no royal blood.

In fact, not to mention the old guys, even Ryoma Genichiro himself didn't expect it.

The only person found present was Shio Miyamoto.

He stopped trying to raise his bowed head.

There was a thoughtful look in Miyamoto Shio's eyes.

So, when the old guys began to kowtow, began to praise the greatness of Yamata no Orochi, and began to angrily criticize Ryoma Genichiro.

Miyamoto Shio smiled.

The monster listened to the compliments of the old guys, and his golden eyes became brighter and brighter. He picked up Ryoma Genichiro. The current Ryoma Lord was really miserable and inhuman.

The monster's claws cut Ryoma Genichiro's skin, and blood flowed out. The monster released its claws, and Ryoma Genichiro collapsed on the ground. The monster looked at him deeply. Ryoma-kun was still alive, but he was seriously injured.

The monster raised its feet, but the walkie-talkie was still intact. It was surprising that the material it was made of could be intact.

The monster watched the walkie-talkie carefully. At this time, the old guys' singing was getting louder and louder. They didn't hear the sound, and probably thought the battle had stopped, so they worked harder to show their goodwill to the gods in their hearts.

The monster turned its head.

The old guys' efforts finally caught the monster's attention.

The old guys heard the approaching footsteps of the monster.

They were even more excited.

They kowtowed hurriedly.

At this time, the old guys discovered.

It turned out that under the pressure of pure blood dragons, the kowtow posture was so smooth and appropriate.

It's like kowtowing before a real dragon. This is a brand engraved in the genes of these humble beings.

When they faced the monster and kowtowed respectfully, an unprecedented sense of satisfaction filled their bodies and minds.

The old guys were so excited that they shed tears.

God, we finally see you!

They heard the voice of the gods.

It was a series of complex and obscure syllables, a pronunciation method that humans could not imagine.

The old guys were terrified.

This is dragon language!

No, this is the language of the Supreme God.

They had mixed emotions, frightened and excited.

They were excited because they actually heard God’s words during their lifetime.

Scared because they don't understand.

The old guys anxiously speculated whether the gods would punish them for their ignorance and blasphemy.

"It turns out you don't understand."

The old guys heard a voice that was both familiar and unfamiliar.

They were stunned and could hardly believe their ears.

But before they can take action, the monster has taken off the heads of all the old guys present.

He arranged the heads neatly next to their bodies.

It only takes a few seconds before and after.

The old guys had no time to defend themselves, no time to explain, no time to even cry out in pain.

The monster looked at the headless corpses kneeling in an array, hot blood spurting out of the cavity.

Many emotions flashed through the monster's golden eyes.

He seemed to want to step forward and bathe in blood.

He held back.

The monster sighed quietly.

"When I set the fire, I should have killed you too."

Miyamoto Shio felt the pressure on his body disappear.

He went to see the monster, no, he should have called Uesugoshi.

"grown ups."

Shio Miyamoto said.

"Um."

Uesugoshi ordered.

"Put them all away."

"Also, find someone to treat this little guy from the Ryoma family."

Uesugoshi spoke very slowly, almost skipping word by word, and some parts gave people a sense of incongruity and awkwardness.

Miyamoto Shio guessed that it was probably because Mr. Ueyama had not fully digested the legacy of Yamata no Orochi.

It doesn't matter, Miyamoto Shio was overjoyed that Uesugi could win this duel with Yamato no Orochi.

Originally, based on Miyamoto Shio's deduction, Yamata no Orochi's probability of winning was far higher than Uesugoshi no matter how you looked at it.

Maybe it's because of the praise from the old guys.

Miyamoto Shio couldn't help but think evilly.

The monster was obviously not clear-headed when he first came up. He only got better after listening to the praises of the old guys.

Miyamoto Shio began to imagine that if the old guys knew that the reason why their god finally became Uesugi was because of themselves, he didn't know what they would think.

Ryoma Genichiro was treated, and the doctors were shocked. In their words, even a mixed race would have been unable to move after suffering such a serious injury. They couldn't imagine how the Ryoma family master did it.

"Can you survive?"

Uesugi asked.

"We must work hard."

The doctor lowered his head and answered.

Although Uesugi won the battle with Yamata no Orochi, he still cannot control this body well, and occasionally the terrifying coercion will leak out.

The doctor insisted through gritted teeth.

"The key still depends on Patriarch Longma. Your Majesty, for such a serious injury, what matters more is the spiritual will of Patriarch Longma."

Uesugi was thoughtful.

A large part of Ryoma Genichiro's injury was caused by him. At that time, Uesugoshi was still fighting against Yamata no Orochi's last will. It was Ryoma Genichiro who fought again and again, forcing him to take action before pushing Uesugoshi and letting him go. He won the final victory in this fight.

Therefore, he has to accept Ryoma Genichiro's love.

Uesugi walked up to the head of the Ryoma family, and he cut off the scales on his wrists with his claws. No one dared to look up, except Shizuo Miyamoto.

He stared unblinking at a drop of crystal clear, gem-like blood seeping out from Uesugoshi's wound.

Uesugoshi dripped the blood into the mouth of the Ryoma clan leader.

Desire arose in Miyamoto's ambition.

This was an unreasonable emotion, and he couldn't explain why. It was just like a traveler trapped in the desert seeing spring water, or a refugee who had been hungry for several days and nights seeing ears of wheat. It was the instinct of the body.

To be more precise, Miyamoto Shio's body may be the dragon's blood flowing in his body, which is ready to move.

He realized that that drop of blood was the ultimate medicine for hybrids.

Uesugoshi stepped back to give space to the doctors.

The doctors examine Ryoma Genichiro.

They exclaimed.

"Miracle!"

"Amazing!"

"Who still has the data just now!"

The doctors couldn't believe it. The head of the Ryoma family, who looked like he was about to die just now, was now so stable in all aspects of his vital signs, and was even improving at a rate visible to the naked eye.

This goes beyond their understanding of medicine and science.

It must be Your Majesty.

They also followed the example of the old guys and addressed Uesugoshi as His Majesty.

Otherwise, it is not enough to express their awe for Uesugoshi.

Uesugoshi taught Miyamoto Shio aside.

"Tell me about it."

Uesugoshi said, holding the walkie-talkie in his hand.

"What's this?"

Shio Miyamoto told everything that had happened before, from Angers, who descended from the sky, to Genichiro Ryoma's persistence in the mission.

Uesugoshi finished listening.

He said.

"It turns out that guy from Angers has been here."

Uesugoshi played with the walkie-talkie and said nothing.

Miyamoto Shio guessed what the returning former emperor was thinking.

He suddenly felt that thinking about this kind of thing, he was really like the powerful ministers around the ancient emperors. They said that accompanying the emperor was like accompanying a tiger. They had nothing to do every day. Instead of thinking about governing the world, they just thought about the powerful person on the throne. What are you thinking about? These days are so tiring and boring.

"Throw them all down."

Uesugoshi said.

Body bags were thrown down the crater one after another, with the bodies of old guys inside.

Uesugoshi watched as the body bag burned and was engulfed by lava.

Miyamoto Shio was even more curious about what the returning emperor was thinking.

In fact, as long as he is willing, these people who kowtow to Yamata no Orochi can also kowtow to him.

For these old guys, it doesn't matter who they kowtow to, as long as they have someone to kowtow to.

The rulers probably like people like this very much.

So, what on earth is Uesugoshi thinking?

"Angers went over there."

Uesugi stared at the crack.

"Yes."

Shio Miyamoto said.

"There are scary guys out there."

Uesugoshi said.

Miyamoto Shio didn't know how to answer.

Uesugoshi's eyes were serious.

If he were asked to recall, he probably wouldn't know how he survived from Yamata no Orochi.

And won.

The opponent is Yamata no Orochi. Even now, when the dust has settled, Uesugoshi still feels unreal.

Am I married?

While at a loss, Uesugoshi still thought.

It turns out that I am not a useless waste.

Inexplicably, I was a little happy.

It's best to find someone to share this kind of happy moment, but for a while, Uesugoshi couldn't find anyone to share it with.

Therefore, he should also go there.

The pure blood dragon's senses made the world look completely different from the past before Uesugi's eyes.

Uesugoshi suddenly understood why the S-class could find the Nibelung entrance here.

Perhaps, he can do this kind of thing now.

But it's strange. He got the inheritance of Yamata no Orochi, but what about Lu Mingfei? How did that kid do it?

"grown ups."

Shio Miyamoto held up an earphone with both hands.

"Message from command."

Headquarters?

It took Uesugi a second to remember what the headquarters was.

He got through.

"Uesugoshi."

Professor Schneider said.

There was no emotion in his voice.

Going up the mountain also smelled malice.

It's amazing, he can indeed smell it, but Uesugoshi can't explain why he can smell emotions, abstract virtual emotions like malice.

Maybe this is the dragon.

Professor Schneider's maliciousness made Uesugi a little unhappy.

His wings moved unconsciously.

Uesugoshi quickly took control.

He flapped his wings.

Uesugi understands Professor Schneider better.

After all, I am a pure-blooded dragon now.

he thinks.

Although these thoughts were numerous in Uesugi's mind, it soon became clear that dragons were indeed better than humans and hybrids in every aspect.

By the time he answered Professor Schneider, only one second had passed.

That was before Professor Schneider hit the panic button.

"it's me."

Uesugoshi said.

Their conversation ended quickly.

Maybe even Uesugoshi himself didn't realize that he now has extremely high requirements for efficiency.

Sometimes the mood is very indifferent, sometimes it is very impulsive.

Professor Schneider asked him before hanging up the communication.

"Are you sure you don't need help?"

Uesugoshi said.

"It's okay, just give me time, I'll digest Yamata no Orochi, and it'll be fine."

Professor Schneider on the opposite side was quiet for a while and said.

"Good luck."

Uesugi listened to the silence of the channel. He knew that the communication was over, but he was just confused. What did this guy's last sentence mean?

Forget it, never mind.

Uesugoshi said to Miyamoto Shio.

"I'll leave this to you. I received a mission and have to support the air battlefield."

"yes."

Shio Miyamoto said.

Uesugoshi had already fluttered his wings and flew into the sky.

What Uesugoshi didn't know was that when he hung up the communication, Professor Schneider from the headquarters immediately ordered Norma to call in a psychology team to study Uesugoshi's mental state based on the previous conversation between the two.