Dragon Clan: I'm too lazy to talk to you, you're not worthy to listen!

The sea breeze blows.

A cross-shaped metal mast slowly rose from the thick fog, and hanging from the top of the mast was not a flag, but a dragon-like corpse guarded by alchemical conduits.

When the Corpse Guardian's golden eyes lit up, all the mechanical puppets knelt down in unison, ancient dragon script chants emanating from their chests.

Li Wuyue felt cold whispers murmuring in her ear, trying to manipulate her consciousness in reverse.

She struggled to shut down her spiritual vision, but saw more images. She seemed to see Odin standing on the glacier, with an altar built from her shed dragon scales beneath his feet.

Norton poured her blood and bone into a flask before the Bronze City furnace.

"Don't think nonsense!" Ye Jingchen noticed Li Wuyue's abnormality and suddenly covered her face with his tie.

Amidst the tingling sensation of silk rubbing against her eyelids, Li Wuyue heard his unusually serious voice: "He's using bloodline resonance for reverse brainwashing. Now, do as I say."

The damp fabric filtered out the deathly gaze in the corpse guard's eyes.

Following Ye Jingchen's instructions, Li Wuyue compressed the Eye of the Wind King into a cyclone the size of a needle tip.

These cyclones easily blew the mechanical puppets into the air.

Ye Jingchen's pupils contracted as the seventeen mechanical puppets disintegrated in the cyclone!

"Now!" Ye Jingchen suddenly picked her up and leaped out of the window.

In the instant the feeling of weightlessness washed over her, Li Wuyue saw through the gap in his tie his evening suit, which was torn to shreds in the gale.

In the instant he plummeted toward the sea, Ye Jingchen drew his revolver and fired it toward the cruise ship!

The figure in the raven mask glanced up at Ye Jingchen, then transformed into a wisp of gray mist and vanished instantly from the deck…

Ye Jingchen, holding Li Wuyue, fell onto the deck.

The torrential rain lashed the cruise ship deck, and Li Wuyue's short gray hair clung wetly to her forehead.

She looked out the window at the flashing red dots on the radar screen—Odin's fleet approaching from thirty nautical miles away, each ship carrying alchemical torpedoes powerful enough to vaporize small islands.

"Are you sure you want to break through head-on?" Li Wuyue wiped the blade of lust.

This alchemical weapon, which had pierced the ribs of many lewd dragons, now reflected Ye Jingchen's profile as he adjusted the alchemical matrix.

Ye Jingchen didn't look up; his fingertips traced star trails on the bronze compass.

"Your brother's fleet has blockaded all shipping lanes, but every hour on the hour, the Gattuso family's satellite will pass over this area."

Do you know what this means?

"Satellite surveillance? Basically, it's an object with surveillance capabilities, right?" Li Wuyue understood for a moment, "An alchemical object with surveillance capabilities..."

"No, it's free WiFi." Ye Jingchen climbed into the ship's command cabin. Suddenly, twelve bronze cannons rose from the deck. He placed his hands on the instrument panel's keyboard, entered the code matrix, connected to the artificial intelligence Norma, and input the command, "Norma, this is Ye Jingchen. Help me hack into the satellite channel!"

On the black monitor, a white ellipsis "..." was displayed, indicating that loading was in progress.

There was no audio playback device in this area of ​​the dashboard, and Norma replied in text on the display: "Okay, control has been connected for you."

"We're now in charge of all communications for the entire fleet," Ye Jingchen said with a faint smile. "Cut off all communication between the surrounding ships!"

Ye Jingchen leisurely whistled.

Li Wuyue watched him hum a tune out of tune, and silently fastened her erotic belt back onto her thigh.

"Have you dragons ever experienced a period of zombie crisis?" Ye Jingchen asked Li Wuyue, his hands resting on the dashboard.

Li Wuyue pondered, "Zombie crisis? What are zombies?"

"It's that kind of dragon that has lost its mind and become only bloodthirsty. If you are bitten or scratched by it, even a healthy dragon will be infected and become bloodthirsty," Ye Jingchen said.

Li Wuyue shook her head. "No, even if they become Dead Servants, we still have absolute control over them. As long as they have dragon blood in their bodies, they will only be servants of our Dragon King. This is a prohibition set by the Black Supreme."

“Nothing is absolute. For example, didn’t the White King also create the Word of Power and Oracle, thus breaking through Nidhogg’s bloodline control over the White Dragon Clan?” Ye Jingchen said.

A flicker of sadness suddenly crossed Li Wuyue's eyes. "Yes, nothing is absolute. The Sky City where my brother and I once lived has long since collapsed into the soil and rocks..."

"I've always been curious about something. The story goes that the four monarchs joined forces with the half-bloods to betray Nidhogg. But why do you dragon kings seem to have no extreme hatred for Nidhogg? Is it because you never betrayed Nidhogg at all?" Ye Jingchen asked.

Li Wuyue recalled the solitary figure of the Black Sovereign on the throne and unconsciously lowered her head. "We are traitors, and traitors are not worthy of hating the Sovereign."

A long whistle suddenly sounded in the distance.

Odin's flagship broke through the thick fog, and the figurehead was a bronze sculpture of Li Wuyue's true form, a flying dragon with outstretched feathered wings.

At this moment, countless armored death servants stood in neat rows on the deck, their golden eyes reflecting the same dark gray patterns—the unique mark of the King of the Sky and the Wind.

"There are so many Dead Servants. Can you compete with your brother for control of them again?" Ye Jingchen asked. The Seven Deadly Sins sword case opened automatically, and he reached out and grasped Greed and Wrath.

"Impossible!" Li Wuyue pressed her throbbing temples; she could feel Odin nearby. "Unless my brother leaves!"

She suddenly froze.

As the flagship's searchlight swept across the sea, she saw the stitches on the necks of the mixed-race individuals. "Wait, these aren't Deadpools!"

Ye Jingchen nodded. "I can see that now. Odin turned all these undead into corpse guardians."

The waves suddenly surged violently.

Twelve ghost ships surrounded the cruise ship in a ring, with thick, black crude oil seeping from the gaps in the deck.

The crude oil condensed in the air into the phantom of Odin, and the sharp edge of the Eternal Spear pointed directly at Li Wuyue's brow.

"Long time no see, my dear brother." The phantom let out a devilish laugh, staring into Li Wuyue's eyes. "It seems you've found an interesting beast tamer."

Li Wuyue dared not look directly into the phantom's eyes and turned her head away.

This is Odin's usual method of punishing traitors: intimidating others in an attempt to break down their psychological defenses.

She was imprisoned under the Arctic ice by her brother for refusing to participate in the Black King's resurrection plan.

Lust trembled violently in his thighs, and the alchemical matrix on the hilt of the sword suddenly burst forth with a blue light, a counter-spell that Ye Jingchen had inscribed beforehand.

"Chat time is over." Ye Jingchen snapped his fingers.

The roar of machinery came from the lower deck of the cruise ship. The twelve alchemical cannons turned around, but instead of pointing at the fleet, they were pointed at the sky.

Odin's phantom suddenly twisted: "Are you insane? This will trigger..."

His warning was drowned out by the deafening roar of cannons.

A pale pillar of fire shot straight into the sky, exploding in the low-hanging clouds, and a fine rain instantly fell where the gray mist shrouded the area.

"Now it's my turn." Ye Jingchen drew his sword in a fit of rage.

The sword blazed with black flames in the rain. "Aren't you going to reveal your true form, Odin?"

As Li Wuyue watched the figure leaping towards the flagship, she suddenly recalled Ye Jingchen's nonchalant demeanor at last night's auction.

In the instant of the furious strike, a cross-shaped star shone between the sea and the sky.

Li Wuyue finally saw what was hanging at the top of the flagship's mast: an empty bone vial, bound by alchemical chains, its surface covered with fine cracks.

Fury and greed clashed in Ye Jingchen's hands, slashing across Odin's phantom. The phantom exploded instantly, and the gray mist receded!

The rain stopped, the dark clouds dispersed, and moonlight shone on Ye Jingchen's profile.

Odin's voice echoed in her ears: "You cannot kill me, we will not die, we will only cycle between sleep and waking."

Ye Jingchen: "I don't think so, because the White King is already dead."

The Deadpools, Corpse Guardians, and Hybrids standing on all the ship decks exploded into black blood mist the instant Odin's phantom disappeared!

Odin's research on living dragons now occupies the forefront of the world, and he is unwilling to share his findings, preferring destruction.

“Odin is gone.” Ye Jingchen opened his eyes and put Wrath and Greed back into the Seven Deadly Sins Sword Box.

Li Wuyue: "So what do we do now?"

Ye Jingchen: "Return to the auction house, release the control over the surviving hybrids inside, and have them announce our declaration of war against all hybrid families."

Li Wuyue: "Shouldn't we keep a low profile? For example, secretly assassinate the leaders of those mixed-race families."

Ye Jingchen: "There's no need. Our real opponents at this stage are only three Dragon Kings: Odin is one, and the twin sons of the Ocean and Water King are two. As for other hybrid families that don't have the support of a Dragon King, they are nothing but illusions."

Li Wuyue: "You're becoming more and more like a dragon."

Ye Jingchen: "Let the world curse me and resent me as they please."

After Ye Jingchen finished speaking, he flashed back to the auction house with Li Wuyue.

Looking at these mixed-race individuals who relied on each other and barely survived, Ye Jingchen glanced at Li Wuyue.

Li Wuyue nodded and raised her hand to cancel the control of "Word of Power: Slave Command".

All the mixed-race individuals breathed a sigh of relief.

Viscount Mike looked up at Ye Jingchen standing on the platform, spitting out the blood-soaked cigar from his mouth. "Bastard, what exactly do you want?"

"You'll find out soon enough." Ye Jingchen looked into Viscount Mike's eyes, smiled, picked up the small wooden gavel from the auction table, and threw it towards Viscount Mike's head!

With a loud "bang," Viscount Mike's head burst open like a watermelon falling to the ground!

His body fell straight to the ground.

Seeing Viscount Mike being so casually deprived of his life, the group of mixed-race people finally realized that the young man in front of them was a madman.

All the mixed-race individuals chose to keep their mouths shut, not daring to make a sound.

Ye Jingchen was very satisfied with their attentive listening attitude. He straightened his collar and said, "I am Ye Jingchen. I will now declare war on all mixed-race families in the world in my personal capacity. Anyone who is willing to surrender and join my great conquest will be spared."

"And ladies and gentlemen present here, you will be the ones to deliver this message!"

"After I finish speaking, who agrees? Who disagrees?"

Count Karen's eyes widened as if she wanted to knock off her single-rimmed gold-rimmed glasses. "I object!"

"you……"

Before he could finish speaking, Ye Jingchen flashed in front of him and threw an uppercut!

Hao Yougen!

Count Karen felt as if she were flying freely, soaring into the sky like a rocket.

With a thud, Count Karen's head sank into the ceiling, and her limbs drooped down naturally, looking like a roast duck hanging in a market.

"I hope you can all pass on my words!" Ye Jingchen said, bowing to all the mixed-race people in the auction house, then took out a white handkerchief from his chest and wiped the bloodstains from his fist.

She was smiling the whole time.

"Li Wuyue is gone."

The two of them walked straight out of the auction house with upright posture, without anyone stopping them.

Li Wuyue turned to look at Ye Jingchen's profile, "Next, you will suffer endless pursuit, just like we Dragon Kings did back then."

"Are you afraid, Li Wuyue?" Ye Jingchen asked.

Li Wuyue shook her head, "I'm not afraid. This isn't the first time I've experienced something like this."

"That's good. Let the storm rage on!" Ye Jingchen said.

"Beep beep beep~" The cell phone that Ye Jingchen had just swiped from his pocket rang!

Ye Jingchen answered the phone: "Hello?"

Angers: "Ye Jingchen, what are you doing? Why are you declaring war on all hybrids in the world? Do you know what the consequences of this will be?"

Ye Jingchen: "The news about these mixed-race people spreads really fast. Things are complicated, I need to simplify them."

Angers: "Is there something you're having trouble telling me?"

Ye Jingchen: "Principal Angers, there's no need to make excuses for me. Some things are better left unsaid."

"Just like a young couple arguing and breaking up over something as trivial as not saying goodnight to each other, it seems that as long as you explain, the misunderstanding can be resolved."

"In reality, this was just a tiny fuse, the smallest thing, but it ignited a powder keg built up from all the major issues that had accumulated during our previous interactions."

"It exploded with a bang."

Upon hearing this, Angers sat in his office, looked at Ye Jingchen's profile picture on his phone screen, and remained silent for a long time before saying, "You've never attended a single class at Kassel College, yet you've taught me a lesson today."

Ye Jingchen: "Then I would be honored to receive a passing grade from you, Principal Angers."

Angers: "Yes, I give you full marks."

Ye Jingchen: "From this moment forward, Ye Jingchen, an SSS-level executor of Kassel College, hereby announces his withdrawal from Kassel College."

Angers: "You want to avoid involving the academy... fine, the next time we meet, we'll be enemies."

Ye Jingchen: "I won't hold back, and I hope you will too, Principal."

Angers: "..."