Chapter 313: The Grand Feast of Dragons

Chapter 313: The Grand Feast of Dragons

The Japan Trench, a place of profound depth in the vast ocean.

Here, at a depth of 7,900 meters, lies an extreme realm accessible only to deep-sea submarines. It should be an absolute darkness, but defying logic, it presents a vibrant and lively scene.

The water resembles the hues of a sunset, surreal and enchanting. Countless fish form massive schools, floating in the sunset-like waters, creating a sinuous, ever-expanding and contracting sea within the sea, a mesmerizing spectacle of diverse shapes and colors.

The sight before them exudes a grand and magnificent aura, a dreamlike beauty that surpasses the limits of imagination, making one mistake the sunset-hued seawater as the sky before sunset, with the schools of fish swimming in the sky.

Amidst this ethereal predicament, an uninvited guest arrives quietly. A graceful and slender figure swims effortlessly through the water.

This is an utterly absurd situation. For ordinary people, thirty meters is considered deep-sea diving, and even well-trained divers find one hundred meters to be an extreme limit. Even Caesar and Luke's previous trip to Bronze City was only over a hundred meters deep! But facing the eight-kilometer-deep ocean, a depth where even the steel exterior of a submarine would be crushed by the terrifying pressure, this figure swims with ease, seemingly unaffected, not even wearing a symbolic diving suit.

The person's face is hidden beneath a hood, but as the seawater ripples, a delicate chin is revealed, hinting at the beauty of its owner.

Eight thousand meters... Eight thousand five hundred meters...

The depth continues to increase. The rock seems to have been cleaved by an unparalleled giant weapon, leaving a scar thousands of kilometers long. Golden blood flows from the wound, and the seawater boils under the high pressure, capable of cooking a human body instantly.

Yet, the figure remains calm and unhurried. A thin layer of dragon scales appears on her body, and she walks gracefully on the ground, approaching an ancient, dilapidated city.

The city is centered around a tall tower, neighboring a river of lava. Despite its millennia of existence, its grandeur and grandeur are still evident, even in its ruined state. The roofs, shaped like raised mountains, are covered in iron-black tiles adorned with engravings of clouds and dragon beasts. Hundreds of meters of metal chains hang from the corners of the buildings, adorned with black wind chimes.

"Even after so many years, this execution platform for the tyrant still sends shivers down one's spine. Haha, what an unpleasant memory."

The figure gazes at the empty chains, her crisp and pleasant voice echoing. She walks purposefully towards a peculiar building shaped like a ship, covered in thick moss and countless unknown black shellfish.

She surveys her surroundings, sensing something, and lets out a soft sigh, revealing a trace of inexplicable sadness.

"To be parasitized and devoured by these lowly creatures, allowing them to suck your blood... How pitiful."

Sharp nails slice through her wrist, and crimson blood flows out, rippling in the seawater. It is as if drawn by an unseen force, flowing towards the ship, and then miraculously sinking into it, absorbed by a resilient, living embryo! Suddenly, the entire city comes to life, with distinct fetal movements emanating from all directions. Countless dormant and slumbering Dragon Blood creatures, hidden in the shadows, are stirred by a deep, primal urge, drawn to the rich and potent blood of nobility.

Buzz—

The ground begins to tremble as countless Deathstalkers awaken within the city. A massive dragon-like corpse rises from the rubble.

These mindless creatures surge towards the figure, crying out in anguish, drawn to the alluring source of power. Yet, they do not launch an attack. Each creature trembles as it approaches, and in their blank minds, an image appears—a colossal serpent coiled around a bronze pillar, reaching towards the heavens. All the Dragon Blood creatures prostrate themselves, their most primitive instincts compelling them to praise the name of the great king.

Yemengaddi! Yemengaddi! Yemengaddi!

...

The gasoline ignites, and the elegant "Narakai" is mercilessly set ablaze. Priceless furniture, rare paintings, and countless banknotes all become fuel for the sole purpose of destroying the Half-Dragon within.

"I don't know why, but cornering the enemy like this gives me a sense of sweet revenge."

He sighs, watching as the flames grow more intense, thick smoke choking the air. He listens to the wails of the Demon Hordes with a satisfied smile.

Amidst the blazing inferno, a girl sits in the top-floor hall, a painting spread out on the table before her. The painting depicts a casino even more luxurious and enchanting than the present one. The walls are draped in soft silk, and dazzling crystal chandeliers hang like stars fallen to earth, exuding an atmosphere of Elysium.

"What a pity."

Beside her, a Warlord wearing a Noh mask expresses his regret. "If it could have opened, business would have been even better than now. Have you thought of a name for it?"

"The previous Hell's Abyss was terrifying to hear, but this one, I want to call it Elysium Hall. But it can't be built anymore.

With the destruction of the Demon Hordes, their protection of the illegal activities in the casino, a vital source of their finances, was no longer possible. The casino relied on the Demon Hordes, and vice versa, creating a symbiotic relationship. Now, they faced their demise together.

Sakura Yume offered a faint smile; the Narakai was merely a tool for her to amass wealth, and she only wanted to see Fujima Ryuuji smile and praise her. Losing this tool wouldn't sadden her, and she doubted Fujima Ryuuji would mourn its passing either.

As the fire raged around them, Sakura Yume spoke softly, "Now this place truly resembles the 'Narakai.' Why aren't you leaving? With both the Warlord and the Dragon King here, the Enforcement Bureau won't let us go."

"I won't die. You only need to worry about yourself."

The Warlord glanced at the woman, feeling a mix of awkwardness and admiration. While she was skilled in management, her death wouldn't be a significant loss, but it was still somewhat regrettable.

"You and I will go to the rooftop."

"The Enforcement Bureau must have set up an ambush there. This fire is not only to eliminate the remnants but also to force us out."

Sakura Yume had a detached view of life and death, but she couldn't help feeling a hint of attachment. "Do you have a way to deal with them?"

"A way?"

The Warlord let out a cold chuckle. With the Serpent Clan under his control, what need did he have for any special methods? Soon, his substitute, "Old Dad," would set him free.

Although it was a pity that his years of planning had been mostly destroyed, he wasn't worried. As long as the Serpent Clan thrived, it would naturally give birth to the Demon Hordes under his manipulation once again.

He wondered if Fujima Ryuuji had dealt with that mysterious disruptor.

She should be able to handle it, after all, she was the White King's blood, evolved by the Molotov cocktail.

As the Warlord contemplated his next move, he led Sakura Yume to the rooftop with a smug smile. As expected, they saw the Enforcement Bureau agents waiting for them, smoking and holding guns.

The leader, dressed in a black trench coat, had a somewhat refined appearance, and he was undoubtedly one of the Young Master's henchmen, the Crow.

...

Inside the lodge, Li Hua opened the computer on the table and accessed the file named "Matryoshka." A completed report appeared on the screen.

It was a record of the various illogical details from Lu Ke's daily life that Li Hua had observed during his stay at the lodge for over a year.

Li Hua's face showed hesitation, as if he was engaged in an intense internal struggle.

"Should I send this report to the principal and the others?"

Li Hua sighed. As one of the two men in the lodge, he had to admit that Lu Ke had been good to him. However, this report seemed like a betrayal.

But the issues surrounding Lu Ke were hard to ignore...

Recalling the incident in the Greenland Sea ten years ago, Li Hua couldn't help but slam his fist on the table, his emotions becoming more complex.

"Damn it! It's like choosing between Kikyo and Kagome!"

"Shouldn't the adult's multiple-choice question be to choose all of them?"

"Indeed, Kikyo is pure and beautiful, and Kagome is lively and cheerful. But the ship split on its own... huh?"

Li Hua's voice trailed off as he stared at the screen, where NoMa smirked.

"But I'm faithful and devoted, and I only ship EVA. NoMa, you're my one and only!"

NoMa maintained her smile, hinting at a hidden murderous intent, without the stiffness of a robot. "Why did you follow me to Japan? Is something bothering you?"

"Is something wrong...? I feel like you, as a split personality, are more human than the original body. Is Lu's technology that advanced?"

Li Hua's keen senses picked up on something amiss. "For some reason, ever since you changed after Lu Ke's touch, I've had this feeling of being NTR'd."

NoMa smiled helplessly. "Stop joking and get to the point. I know what you're suspecting, and although I don't understand where the master's special power comes from, he's definitely not the Dragon King."

"Are you sure?"

"Then I'll give you two choices. First, betray him, and forever become a girl, facing the wrath of five hundred strong men."

"Hiss~"

Li Hua gasped, his heart pounding with fear. "What's the second choice?"

"The second choice is to remain loyal to him. Perhaps we'll have a chance to meet again one day."

"Is this the end of your little brotherly spat?"

Lu Ke, who had been watching the drama unfold, finally spoke up, not because he disliked the show but because the atmosphere between the brothers was just... awkward.

If this continued, it seemed like both Yabusaki Sakura and Sakura Yume would end up alone. The latter didn't matter much, but Sakura deserved happiness.

Genji Shina silently collected the long red sword from the ground, a steel manacle from his pocket, and locked it around Genji Shina's wrist. While it was unlikely to hold a half-dragon with royal blood, it would still take a few seconds to break free, plenty of time for Genji Shina to swing his sword a thousand times.

"You've killed too many people, even if most of them were under the orders of the Warlord."

Genji Shina stared into his younger brother's eyes, "Next, you'll be locked up in the 'Black Prison', never seeing the light of day again, with no chance of ever getting out."

"I deserve it."

Genji Shina remained calm, her pale and fragile face betraying her weakness, "Actually, the best thing for me is to take my own life as an apology. If you're willing to be my second, I'll die willingly."

"One person can't bear the weight of so many lives. Death is a form of escape and a gift. I'm keeping you alive to torment your conscience."

Genji Shina lit a Soft Seven cigarette, turning his face slightly.

Lu Ke seemed deep in thought, "Big Brother, you don't need to be so law-abiding. The Serpent Clan isn't exactly a group of saints, and theoretically, a fool killing someone isn't a crime."

"It's not about the law. The Serpent Clan deals in grey areas, already crossing many legal red lines. The issue is that they are the arbitrators of Japan's half-dragons, with rules they must follow. If someone has killed, even a newborn demon, we won't let them off."

"People must pay for their actions. I can pretend not to see all this, but others won't. There are also many from the main family who died at the hands of the Dragon King's subordinates. How can their families accept that the murderer faces no consequences?"

"Can he atone for his crimes?"

Lu Ke smiled, "You said they operate in a grey area, not like the outside world where merits and demerits are strictly balanced. So, if he can make up for his crimes with enough achievements, can't he be forgiven?"

Genji Shina paused, then quickly took out his phone and made a call. On the other end, he heard Crow's voice, and after a brief conversation, disappointment flashed in his eyes as he shook his head.

"The Demon Hordes have been mostly eliminated, and the most important figures, the Warlord and Dragon King, have been captured."

The blitzkrieg was faster than he imagined, especially with Caesar and Chu Zihan's help. Now, even if Genji Shina wanted to defect and help, there was no chance.

But Genji Shina, awaiting his sentence, showed a hint of fear. He shook his head, his tone firm.

"No, the Warlord won't be captured so easily. He's an immortal demon. Over the years, I've killed him countless times, but each time he resurrects and returns."

"No, the Warlord will die, and soon."

Lu Ke's eyes saw the world as countless threads weaving together, finally converging at a nearby node. He raised his hand and gently plucked at the threads, sealing the fate of the man who would sacrifice Hanahoe to become the fake White King.

"I'm not talking about the Warlord, but something far more significant, a feat no half-dragon has ever accomplished."

A feat no half-dragon has ever accomplished? Genji Shina furrowed his brows, his heart skipped a beat, "What do you mean?"

"Don't let the infighting with your fallen kin make you forget the primary duty of half-dragons."

Lu Ke's smile widened, and he couldn't help but lick his lips, anticipating something.

"For half-dragons, the most important task is slaying dragons. If you take down a Dragon King or two, even the greatest sins can be forgiven. At least, it will be much easier to manipulate things on the surface."

Dragon King?! Genji Shina couldn't help but look at Genji Shina, who was currently pale and fragile. He understood that Lu Ke's "Dragon King" didn't refer to his younger brother's code name in the Demon Hordes, but to the noble first-generation species of the Dragon Race.

But how is that possible?

The Four Great Kings hadn't been seen in many years, and although Genji Shina was strong, even stronger than him, it was still an exaggeration to say he could take on a Dragon King.

They, the so-called super half-dragons, were merely a fraction of the power bestowed by the White King. The Four Great Kings were a direct split from the Black King!

Genji Shina looked at him with doubt and uncertainty, "Which of the Four Great Kings are you talking about?"

Lu Ke patted Hanahoe's head, "It's hard to say which one, because right now, the Four Great Kings have all gathered in Japan, well... including the Shanghai region."

What?!

Genji Shina's body went cold, and he felt a chill down his spine.

(End of Chapter)

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