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

Chapter 177 Candle Dragon
Outside the Paradise Hall, the sky gradually darkened. In just a moment, dark clouds appeared and strong winds blew violently.

Uesugi Yue calmly looked at the majestic creature in front of him. His ambition was to be a pastor, to guide the direction of life for all lost lambs, and to tell everyone in the church full of statues that God will bless them.

But now he raised the knife against God.

But he did not regret it. It did not matter even if he was no longer accepted by God and could not enjoy the peace and joy bestowed by God.

He has been a sinner for a long time. He was worthy of going to hell for the bad things he had done. He could calmly accept punishment, even death, but he could not accept anyone hurting his child.

That was his only bond in this world, and he lived for them.

Even God cannot take his child away from him.

Uesugi Yue held gluttony in his left hand and lust in his right hand. His black windbreaker fluttered in the wind like a battle flag, and he swung his sword in a circle with both hands.

The blade drew a perfect circle, and the arc was bright red, looking like the sun in a total solar eclipse. The moon temporarily blocked the sunlight, but the bright corona still emanated from around the moon's shadow.

This is a word spirit that is completely beyond the scope of textbooks. Genjitsu had also used this word spirit when fighting Leviathan. Her bloodline is already higher than that of Uesugi Yue, but she does not have the feeling of ease and mastery that Uesugi Yue has at this moment.

The old man stood in the center of the black sun, chanting the ancient testimony. At this moment, he seemed like a Buddha statue standing in the flowing clouds and flames, extremely calm and dignified.

Everyone subconsciously held their breath, witnessing this divine scene. Rather than calling it a word spirit, it was more like a festival, a festival that allowed a mere human body to reach the realm of the Dragon King.

As the old man chanted hoarsely, Gen Chisei also stood behind Uesugi Yue with a knife in both hands, guarding his back.

The domain quickly enveloped Jörmungandr. She looked up at the slowly rotating black sun. The fierce gale blew away the ruins and rubble beside her, but could not shake her at all.

"Can humans do this?" Jörmungandr's dazzling golden eyes revealed complex emotions, and he sighed, "You are really a family of monsters."

"But you still don't understand our world."

With this sigh, Jörmungandr pushed off the ground with his legs, exerting all his muscles at the same time, and rushed towards the dazzling rotating black sun. He raised the sickle in his hand high and chopped it hard at the old man.

Uesugi Yue held the sword in both hands and spun it like a windmill, and both swords blocked the god of death's sickle at the same time, making a harsh sound of metal collision.

Two days and one flow, two days in the sun, that is the purest power, it can cut through iron in front, it can cut through mountains in front, it can cut through dragons in front!
The old man let out a hoarse roar, as if a lion was roaring. At the same time, the black sun above his head shrank violently, swallowing up the air at an alarming speed, and setting off an even more violent gust of wind, as if it was going to swallow up all the matter in the world.

The debris of the buildings and rocks were swept up by the strong wind and headed towards the black sun. All the debris turned into snow-white ashes when they touched the edge of the black sun, forming white smoke behind the old man that drifted away with the wind.

But this rapidly increasing pressure still couldn't do anything to that tall figure. Jörmungandr held the sickle and exerted pressure hard. She just stood there, like a towering mountain. The black sun couldn't suck her in, and Uesugi Yue couldn't fight back against her.

Just when the two sides were in a stalemate, Yuan Zhisheng suddenly bent over and swung the knife with both hands to stab the monster's lower abdomen. Countless dazzling sparks burst out when the blade and scales touched. Yuan Zhisheng's arm was numb from the shock, and he felt as if he had stabbed steel.

Jörmungandr sneered, twisted his body suddenly and kicked Yuan Zhisheng hard. His black claws instantly took out a large piece of flesh and blood.

She used the force to bounce up, and the huge sickle turned into countless red-hot metal blades in the air, stabbing at the old man's back from all directions. Yuan Zhisheng waved his knife to resist, and at the same time, the gentle field quickly unfolded.

As the young man chanted in a low voice, the countless metal blades in the air instantly fell to the ground like birds without wings, making a dull sound when they hit the ground, and cracks appeared on the ground.

Gen Chisei and Uesugi Yue in the dragon bone state are infinitely close to the pure-blooded dragon clan, but it is not enough, far from enough.

Jörmungandr stood calmly like a master, remaining unmoved despite the raging wind.

The words of Uesugi Koshi and Minamoto Chisei were high-risk words that were not even recorded by the secret party. They were enough to destroy an army, but in front of that majestic figure they were like children playing and seemed to have no effect on her.

"Words are useless against the Dragon King."

A cold smile flashed in her bright golden eyes. Jörmungandr stomped her feet hard. As she moved, the ground cracked again. Countless hard rocks emerged from the cracks like a giant dragon and opened their bloody mouths towards Uesugi Yue and Minamoto Chisei.

No matter whether it is Wang Quan or Hei Ri, they have reached their limits when facing this landslide-like attack. That is simply a force that cannot be controlled by humans. Even if they are the strongest emperors, they will also be suppressed.

This is bloodline suppression.

The power of words was originally stolen from the dragon clan by despicable humans. The birth of hybrids is never glorious, and these stolen powers are undoubtedly a waste of time in front of the real Dragon King.

What stands between them is a chasm like an insurmountable chasm.

For thousands of years, humans have always believed that they are very close to the history and mysteries of the dragon race, but they have always been just wandering at the foot of the iceberg. Looking up, the top of the mountain is still shrouded in clouds and mist.

No one knows what kind of ultimate power is hidden in the deepest part of that civilization? What kind of terrifying existence is the Black King? Why could such a terrifying existence be killed by mere humans?
Just when the rocks were about to completely bury Uesugi Koshi and Minamoto Chisei, a pale shadow pulled them out at the last moment.

The three of them fell heavily to the ground, raising a lot of dust.

In the dust, Yuan Zhinu coughed softly, and blood foam kept overflowing from her mouth, but she just wiped it away with her hand without caring, and the pale scales on her body quickly shrank.

She no longer had the strength to continue transforming into a dragon, but even so, she used her last bit of strength to pull the two people back.

Eri anxiously wanted to rush over, but Genjitsu raised her hand to stop her.

The source girl walked towards the unruly figure step by step. She looked so fragile, covered in blood and bruises, as if she would fall down at any time, but she still approached step by step. Jörmungandr tilted his head to look at her, as if a god was admiring the sacrifice on the altar.

"Children!"

Several hoarse shouts were heard from behind, but she couldn't tell who they were or how many people there were. Yuan Zhinu didn't turn around, but the corners of her mouth were raised.

At this critical moment of life and death, she actually smiled, and her smile was bright and brilliant, as if she was an ordinary twenty-year-old girl, which is the most youthful and lively age.

"You said that words are useless? I don't believe it. Do you want to try it?"

The awe-inspiring and terrifying realm was reviving, just like a small stone thrown into the water, but this stone caused a huge wave! Even the dark clouds in the sky were churning, that was because the elements here were beginning to go crazy!

Jörmungandr's relaxed attitude finally changed. Her pair of bright golden eyes were filled with shock. She knew better than anyone else what the Source Girl was doing at that moment, but how could such a spirit of words appear in her?
This is definitely not a power that a mere second-generation species can control. Even if she is the best among the second-generation species, it is absolutely impossible for her to be one step away from the first-generation species, because that is the authority of the ancient times, the ultimate word spirit that belongs exclusively to the Dragon King.

The Word Spirit: Candle Dragon.

"Are you surprised?" Yuan Zhinv was still smiling, even though her eyes and nose were bleeding due to the intense load, and countless golden lines appeared on her body at some point.

Those lines formed complex symbols one after another, flashing on the girl's skin. It was a matrix. She had engraved the alchemical matrix into her body.

When she got the Zhulong experience card, Yuan Zhinu was thinking about a question: could she use this ancient authority with her current bloodline? The answer seemed to be no.

There is only one letter difference between the first generation and the second generation, but there is a world of difference between them. Even though she is only one step away from the first generation, this one step is an insurmountable chasm.

So she looked through all the ancient books in her family and finally found the ancient records.

Thousands of years ago, the original Amaterasu and Tsukuyomi-no-Mikoto used the Shiva Karma Dance and Guixu respectively, dragging the Yamata-no-Orochi of the time into the deep sea and perished together.

The reason why they can use this kind of ancient authority is that they use the alchemical matrix to forcibly improve their bloodline to become a pseudo-first-generation species and simulate the ancient authority.

But even so, once this kind of words are used, there is absolutely no other outcome except death. This ultimate power cannot be controlled even by a young dragon king in human form, and using it will result in death. Even if a complete dragon king uses it, it will incur a huge burden.

In that case, let's all die together.

"Are you crazy?! If you use this kind of power, not only will you die, but everyone will die, and the entire Tokyo will be affected!"

Jörmungandr finally couldn't help but speak, and her uncontrollable high-pitched voice revealed her panic at the moment.

But the pale and thin girl just smiled nonchalantly: "So what? I'm dead, what do I need Tokyo for?"

"Besides, I'm making a profit by dragging you along with me. I know you still have your cocoon, but when will you be resurrected next time? You don't have much time left, do you?"

A happy expression appeared on Yuan Zhinv's face. She actually seemed to be in a good mood: "If that's the case, let's die together."

"Mad! I don't want to play anymore!" Jörmungandr was furious. The shadow of the beautiful girl could be vaguely seen in his irritable voice: "I won't try to harm you guys, okay?"

This schizophrenic and dramatic Dragon King finally realized that he had made a fatal mistake. How could he be so good-tempered as to be able to play with the tyrant Norton?

She thought she had picked an easy target, but it turned out to be a hedgehog bomb. Not only was it difficult to deal with and stabbed her hand, but now it was trying to drag her to death with it.

There is no need to go this far. She just wanted to take away Constantine's cocoon to threaten Norton. She couldn't kill Constantine because of the blood contract. She just wanted to take the initiative!
Is it necessary to sacrifice one's life for this initiative? This loss-making deal made Jörmungandr furious.

She thought that after Norton was gone she would be the god in control of everything, but as a god she didn't know when she would die. Everything was equal before death, and gods had no privileges.

If she had known the cost would be so high, she would never have come to Japan! This lunatic has no rationality at all, whoever touches him will be in trouble!

But even though she had already thought of giving up, the pale girl just shook her head.

"I do not believe you."

Jörmungandr was so angry that she wanted to kill someone. She stomped the ground angrily and looked around, wanting to leave, but found herself surrounded.

Those tiny and fragile humans formed a seemingly fragile encirclement, but Jörmungandr knew how difficult these guys were and it would not be easy to escape.

Moreover, once the world-destroying words were activated, they could not be interrupted. At the same time, a terrifying barrier would be formed, and the whole Tokyo would be shrouded. Where could she escape to? There was no way to invade and interrupt it, because that was a realm that no living person could enter.

Unless... I kill her before she activates her Word Spirit! Jörmungandr suddenly raised her head, with a burning heat in her eyes. She pounced fiercely at the frail girl with murderous intent.

A mocking arc appeared on Yuan Zhinv's lips, as if God was mocking a moth flying into a flame, but just before she was about to recite the ancient language, a hand suddenly grabbed her hand.

A pale, delicate little hand.

Teacher Daye cursed and turned into a maid named Biye ()

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(End of this chapter)