Dragon Clan: Starting from obtaining Yaki, counterattack against the gods

Chapter 103: Dragon Slaying or Something, Just Sprinkle Water

The sky was covered with dark clouds, and raindrops as big as beans fell all over the ground. The originally calm and gentle river gradually revealed its ferocious side, and the roaring waves hit the survey ship again and again.

In the violent storm, a huge dark shadow floated beneath the river. It was so huge and so flexible, like a sharp water line, coming straight towards them.

There was no need for any command at all. The two anchor chains were cut at the same time, and the modified huge engine started quickly without any preheating. The speed at that moment made the people on the deck grab each other and roll down together.

At the moment of falling, Selma saw the appearance of the giant dragon clearly. It was covered with wounds, and its huge golden eyes were filled with undisguised anger and hostility.

"Is it here to seek revenge on us?" Selma broke out in a cold sweat: "It's here, but where's Fengjian Liuli?!"

According to Caesar's description, they encountered this giant dragon underwater and a fierce battle broke out between the two sides. He was exhausted and had to retreat first, while Kazama Ruri stayed behind to cover their retreat.

But now the dragon had come to the surface of the water, but the beautiful girl was nowhere to be seen.

Caesar could not answer this question, and this eloquent speaker was choked.

He couldn't say that the girl probably left with her brother and didn't know what happened, otherwise the dragon would definitely not be able to escape. Why do you ask me? Of course it's because in front of the girl, the dragon is just an appetizer!
As for why this appetizer was not eaten, of course it was because I forgot about it after eating the main meal...

But in front of that girl, it was just a small appetizer, but now appearing here, it seemed a little fatal to them.

"Turn on the sonar!" Angers, the only one who did not fall, strode into the cabin. His face was stern, and his cloudy eyes were as cold as an iceberg. "Let me see the true face of this thing."

"It's going too fast, so we can't get an accurate image. It's about fifteen meters long and looks like a fish!" said the third mate.

"Fish? What kind of fish can swim at a speed of fifty knots?" Selma, who followed in, said loudly, "I'm sure it's a pure-blooded dragon!"

"Could it be the Dragon King?" the second mate asked, "The Dragon King who woke up early?"

No one can answer this question. When facing real pure-blooded dragons, the hybrids are as fragile as paper dolls and dare not even face their majesty.

The calmest person in the room was probably Caesar. The blond-haired, blue-eyed boy shrugged his shoulders and said, "How could he be the Dragon King? He's just a janitor."

"How do you know?" Selma asked subconsciously: "Did you see the real Dragon King? What happened underwater?"

This series of questions left Caesar speechless. Before he could think of an explanation, Ange finally spoke again.

"No matter what that thing is, since it dares to show up, just kill it."

The gray-haired old man stood straight at this moment, and the black suit made him look solemn and dignified. He pulled open the weapon cabinet on the bulkhead, and an L115A3 sniper rifle was placed upright in the center.

This British-made long-range sniper rifle can be called the king of sniper rifles, but the executive department was still not satisfied with its performance and optimized the ammunition.

Ange loaded bullets with a cold blue glow and ancient patterns carved on their heads into the magazine one by one. The primer of each bullet was painted red, which is a unique symbol of high-risk weapons.

Throwing the heavy weapon to Caesar, Ange said casually: "I remember you got full marks in shooting class."

Caesar held the gun in one hand and raised his eyebrows: "Principal, do you still remember these little things?"

"It is my duty as an educator to care about every student." Angers smiled slightly: "Are you sure?"

"Maybe." Caesar shrugged.

Because the plan was started ahead of schedule, the Moniah, which was originally planned to be used, had not been modified. At this time, their research ship was really very old. The fact that they could speed up so fast without falling apart was entirely thanks to those crazy people in the equipment department.

But if it runs any further, it will probably explode into countless pieces on the river like a huge firework? Caesar could already hear a terrifying creaking sound on the deck, which was the old cabin cracking.

Caesar had faced the dragon head-on and knew how powerful it was. He knew how terrible it would be if it caught up with him. Perhaps no one on the ship would survive. The reason why it was a maybe was because he was not sure of the principal's strength.

Hilbert Jean Angers, a legendary figure, the president of Kassel College, the leader of the secret party, the chosen dragon slayer, he has many titles and a brilliant resume, but in fact, few people have actually seen him in action.

At least Caesar had never seen it. Since he entered school, this elegant old gentleman has always maintained the image of a kind educator.

In fact, the current situation is really critical. He might die if he is not careful. But for some reason, maybe because he has experienced too much, Caesar is unexpectedly calm.

Even though the god of death was chasing him, his heart was not moved at all. He even had the leisure to wonder what kind of violent soul was hidden under the principal's educator appearance.
Will there be that pretty girl cut?

Before Caesar could come up with a conclusion, he suddenly met the old man's cloudy gaze.

Ange looked at him quietly, with no expression on his face, but Caesar had a feeling that he was seen through.

"I don't like students who lie." The old man said calmly: "I know you are hiding something from me, but I don't want to pursue it for now."

"Now, hold your gun." Caesar's expression was a little subtle, but he finally nodded to show his obedience. Then he looked at the old man without taking any weapons, turned around and walked out of the cabin.

Standing alone in the wind and rain, Angé cut a cigar and lit it, calmly staring at the huge black shadow that was getting closer and closer to them, a faint golden color gradually appearing in his eyes.

Behind him were Caesar, Selma and other executioners with guns raised.

After all, the research vessel is not the fully armed Moniach, and its firepower is very limited. Facing such a huge monster, the effect of guns is greatly reduced and it is difficult to cause fatal damage.

But now that things have come to this, the only thing we can do is to try our best to seize that glimmer of hope.

The speed of the research vessel gradually slowed down. It had to slow down because continuing to speed up would only cause the entire ship to disintegrate.

Under the water, the huge black figure was getting closer and closer. Finally, everyone could see its hideous face clearly. Its huge golden eyes, like lanterns, were burning with bloodthirsty light.

The black dragon opened its mouth, revealing countless sharp teeth. It let out a hoarse roar and pounced towards the research ship, its golden eyes filled with resentment.

Its body was so huge that when it pounced, it cast a huge shadow, as if a mountain was pressing down on one's head.

Everyone's expressions changed drastically, and their hands holding the guns were shaking so much that they could hardly hold the guns, but no one fired, they were all waiting for Ange's order.

The old man stood alone in front of everyone, his back straight, the hem of his suit rustling in the wind. He held a cigar in one hand and played with a folding knife he had pulled out from somewhere with the other.

Under the dim sky, the flame of the cigar flickered. Just as the black dragon was about to arrive and the gold in Angers eyes was finally about to ignite completely, a huge sound of water was heard.

A thin figure suddenly jumped out of the water, and his slender hands grabbed the edge of the research boat in the air, using the force to flip over and into the cabin.

Before everyone could see her clearly, the thin girl raised a bright red knife and slashed forward fiercely.

Almost in an instant, the huge monster raised its head from the water, opened its ferocious bloody mouth and was about to bite the cabin, but before it touched the hull, it was smashed into the water by a huge force.

Everyone who saw this scene had a sense of inappropriateness and absurdity, as if they were watching someone playing Whack-a-Mole.

But this big guy is much uglier than a gopher.

Without waiting for everyone to react, the girl in the black windbreaker bent slightly, exerted force with her calves, and leaped into the air. As she fell, she chopped down fiercely with the long sword in her hand.

The sound of metal cracking was heard, and the long sword was completely inserted into the dragon's head. If you look closely, you will find a huge wound there, which is the fatal wound that Yuan Zhinv had cut in the ancient bronze city.

Although I don’t know why this big guy didn’t die, it doesn’t matter. If he doesn’t die, I can just kill him again.

The black dragon roared in pain and swung its body violently to try to get rid of the ghost that was stepping on its head, but the girl didn't move at all. She just drew out her knife and chopped behind her again.

There is the dragon's spine.

Because she rarely encounters living dragons, Genjitsu's practical experience is actually quite limited. But she thinks that no matter how huge a creature is, it will no longer be able to move if its spine is broken, right?

Genji's idea was very simple and crude, but very effective.

As she chopped down with her sharp knife, the dark scales collapsed instantly, the flesh and blood were split open, and finally the dark golden bones inside were revealed.

Those hard bones quickly became covered with cracks under the huge force, and finally they could not bear the weight and broke directly.

The dragon froze and began to twitch violently.

Seeing this, Yuan Zhinu simply drew out her knife and chopped it hard again.

With one strike after another, blood and flesh flew everywhere, and in front of everyone's stunned gaze, she actually chopped off that horrible head!

With a loud bang, the huge monster, which had completely lost its life, crashed into the water. At the last moment before falling into the water, the girl stepped on the huge head and used the force to jump back into the cabin.

In the wind and rain, a black windbreaker rustled, black hair fluttered in the wind, and the tall, thin figure sheathed the knife and slowly turned his head.

The girl's face was a little pale, and her delicate and beautiful facial features were stained with a trace of blood that had accidentally splashed on them. The bright red color painted a thick and colorful stroke on her pale face, making her look like a ghost that had just crawled out of hell.

Looking at her weird appearance, countless people shuddered quietly, feeling a chill running down their spine.

Noticing that someone was watching her, Yuan Zhinv smiled slightly and said to everyone apologetically: "I'm sorry, I almost let it run away."

"Fortunately, I found it."

(End of this chapter)