Know Yourself in the Dragon World

Chapter 347 Herzog (1)

"Mr. Masamune..." Gen Chisei was supported by Sakura, and the name came out of his mouth instinctively.

Yuan Zhinu was unconscious. Fortunately, she didn't see it, otherwise she would have gone crazy if she had seen it.

Han Qiu really wanted to say, "Young people should be calm." This is nothing, it's just a small scene.

Yasha, carrying a rocket launcher, finally took aim and said, "Boss, it's too far."

"Xia..." Han Qiu hadn't finished giving the order yet when a helicopter in the distance exploded with a loud bang and a large flame.

It drew an arc in the rainstorm and fell towards Swan Lake.

Han Qiu just stared closely to see if anyone was parachuting.

Only after it had completely fallen did he breathe a sigh of relief and said to the tortoise, "Send someone to fish it out. You never know what they might find."

Sakura and Yasha stared at Genchisei's face, waiting for orders.

The remaining elite members of the Executive Bureau were also waiting. They were already exhausted, but they mistakenly believed that they had won and that Yamata no Orochi was dead.

Minamoto no Chisei left a few people underground to deal with the body of the Yamata no Orochi.

"Mr. Han." Yuan Zhisheng looked at Han Qiu weakly.

The tattered windbreaker was stained with blood, which could not be washed away by rain.

This sentence and this glance directly caused more than thirty people to look at Han Qiu.

"Why are you looking at me?" Han Qiu spread his hands, "Do you still want me to do this?"

Genji raised his hand, and Sakura whispered to Yasha.

Yaksha led his men to the lake.

"I just want to ask something else." Yuan Zhisheng is a smart man.

I was so smart that I could think of a lot of things when I saw that face.

Even if he didn't want to think about it, the door was already opened.

Those fragmented and disconnected pieces of information are weaving a truth.

That face can explain things that don't make sense.

However, Yuan Zhisheng still didn't want to believe it. He grabbed Han Qiu like a life-saving straw, and looked back at the way he came.

The source girl was still down there, and her poor brother was killed by her...

The fact that Gen Chino was not an evil spirit hurt Gen Chisei's love for his brother.

But he also has justice, a greater sense of justice that transcends personal interests.

The source of that righteousness was Mr. Masamune...but wasn't Mr. Masamune dead?

"I know what you want to ask. You can't accept it." Han Qiu warned: "You may not believe what I say. Go and look for it. Maybe..."

There was a loud explosion on the lake surface, echoing the bright lightning in the sky.

Han Qiu looked back hurriedly and saw only a white mass.

It was a perfect creature, the god that cursed the Eight Clans of Sheqi.

"Didn't we kill God?" A little fool from the Executive Bureau expressed the doubts in everyone's mind.

Doubts came one after another. Mr. Masamune was not dead, and neither was God.

Not only did He not die, He crawled out from the cracks in history and flew out from the murals that recorded history.

Compared with Xia Mi's dragon transformation, that was closer to dragon transformation, and the changes were still continuing at a level visible to the naked eye, with a tendency to directly grow a dragon body. The head was prominent, and the white membrane wings stirred up a strong wind. When it spread out, it looked like a huge cross, dragging out white filaments, floating down as if to cover everything.

The storm came for him, a welcome, even the raindrops that fell on the way froze into ice. The black clouds were like churned ice cream, and the lightning cheered for the king's resurrection.

The spiritual power reshaped the old body and changed his bone structure, making his old face look younger and closer to the facial features of a dragon. This was not just something that the hybrids couldn't understand, even the dragons would find it outrageous!

No wonder it is called the Forbidden Road, or even the Outrageous Road.

Xia Mi looked expressionless, but in fact, she was in turmoil. Cocooning was almost a law, a fact that all eight dragon kings had to accept, and they had to cocoon in order to reshape their bodies.

Now the law is broken.

"Your father is so biased." Han Qiu muttered in Xia Mi's ear, "Look, this is what a dragon is, this is real power. It can change the world for people. After being killed for so many years, it can be resurrected with a piece of bone."

"How about I grind you to ashes and see if you can be resurrected?" Xia Mi asked angrily.

She has been in a bad mood since she lost the bet.

There were many outrageous things happening that night, not only about a group of hybrids that were like ants, but also about the grudges between the Dragon Kings.

Xia Mi looked for that guy for many years, but only found Chu Zihang with the mark on his head.

And there is this White King who has been dead for many years.

Xia Mi didn’t know much about the White King, and she was too lazy to care or understand. At first, she thought that the White King’s resurrection was a little unreliable.

After all, Nidhogg once said that the White King was completely dead.

After following Han Qiu in Japan for such a long time, I have gradually verified the truths that Han Qiu said, such as the Emperor, the God's Burial Place, and so on.

But before it was just a confirmation, now he is the real White King.

It’s not the state of Yamata no Orochi, but a real white priest, white emperor.

"Knife!" Xia Mi shouted at Han Qiu.

"I want to use it too." Han Qiu was reluctant to part with the knife he had used to kill Herzog. "You can just get two pieces of iron plates and melt them with the Word Spirit. Everyone in the Execution Bureau, lend me your knife!"

More than a dozen blades, long and short, were thrown in front of Xia Mi, including Spider Cut and Boy Cut.

Yaksha and his men turned back, yelling about what happened to the monster just now.

"Boss, I was close to it just now, and that monster really was Mr. Masamune's face." Yasha said the most inappropriate thing to say.

Seeing Yuan Zhisheng's heavy face, his voice gradually became softer.

"We probably haven't finished the forbidden road yet. The holy remains have condensed a lot of nutrients, and the White King's consciousness has been suppressed by the alchemical matrix. It has indeed paved the way for Herzog, but it's not so easy. When humans fight dragons, there are usually no good results." Han Qiu pointed to the sky and said to Xia Mi, "Go and fight first and test your skills. I'll go up to find you after I give you a few instructions."

Mr. McCarron did not give a complete account, and relied more on Mr. Han's explanations.

Maybe big shots like to say half of what they say and leave the other half unsaid, not saying everything.

"Go up? Do you mean go to heaven?" Xia Mi picked up two knives at random.

She wanted to take the Spider Cut and the Boy Cut, but considering Han Qiu's relationship with Yuan Zhisheng, she gave him face.

"I don't want to die. I'm very afraid of death." Han Qiu smiled.

"It's not that I lost the bet, I just really don't want to fight this thing." Xia Mi said this, but her membrane wings had already spread out.

The wind belongs to the White Emperor, and so does the rain.

There can only be one Dragon King in this world, and the King of the Earth and the Mountains is not worthy to compete with the White Priest for power.

In a world without the Black King, he is the only one sitting on the throne.

However, Xia Mi insisted on committing a crime of insubordination. She did not think it was an offense. Something that had already been buried in the ground, why should it come out and stir up trouble?

She is a girl who never shows weakness, even though in history, she was the weakest among the eight first-generation kings.

The ordinary sword of the Execution Bureau was smelting in her hands. She did not have the white filaments trailing like the White King, but she was accompanied by molten iron.

The brighter the pupils become, the more magma flows in the eyes.

"He really kept his promise." Han Qiu couldn't help but sigh: "He is really brave."