Lu Mingfei, who had read Dragon Clan before slaying the dragon

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On the roof of the Trieste.

The corpse guards gradually moved away from Lu Mingfei. They lined up in the surrounding sea water like a formation. The head of the previous corpse guard tightly bit the tail of the previous corpse guard, and they slowly circled in a huge circle with their head and tails connected, as if they were dancing some kind of evil dance, or performing some kind of ancient ritual.

Lu Mingfei looked down and saw that a huge whirlpool suddenly appeared in the sea below them. A huge dragon head emerged from the center of the whirlpool in the shape of a skeleton.

In the bone dragon's dark eye sockets, the golden pupils were like the blazing flames of giant candles. Its body, made of rotten bones, was draped in decayed armor. The bronze chains covered with green algae were bitten by its ferocious mouth and dragged from its chest to its tail. Every time it swung its long tail, it stirred up turbulent sea currents. At the end of the chain at the tail was a dilapidated giant warship. On the ship, the red five-pointed star logo had become blurred.

It was the Lenin, but only the steel remained; the blood-red flesh was gone. After being slain by Mai Jutoku, the Lenin had completely lost its resistance, but Takama-ga-hara was also on the verge of destruction. This creature had taken advantage of this opportunity to devour the embryos that hadn't yet died! That was enough energy to nourish an entire city, and it had taken it for itself!

The giant dragon slowly opened its empty chest, and countless corpse guards swarmed out from its ribs. They lit up thousands of golden eyes, as if thousands of ancient candles were lit at the same time in the deep sea. The endless pressure seemed heavier than the pressure of the sea water, as if it could destroy a person's spirit at the will level. The bone dragon opened its huge mouth with fangs, roared silently, and confronted Lu Mingfei who was standing on the top of the Trieste from a distance.

They had already evacuated to a relatively safe distance. All they had to do now was survive the aftermath of the nuclear explosion and avoid the hordes of zombies to reach the surface. But just before they could escape, this hideous behemoth and its army relentlessly pursued them, like a deadly grim reaper.

Lu Mingfei exhaled a breath of foul air, creating a massive bubble in the water. His scaly face glared coldly at the enormous ancient dragon. Hundreds of meters apart, two pairs of golden eyes, vastly different in size, met silently, each brimming with a terrifying menace.

Lu Mingfei took out the last tube of potion from his waist. He tore off a black scale on his arm and was about to push the third injection of potion into his body when a hand also covered with scales stopped him.

"Do not impulse."

Lu Mingfei turned his head and Chu Zihang, who had transformed into a dragon, looked at him quietly.

Chapter 229 Monster Brothers, Resurrected Corrupted Dragon

"Senior brother, why are you here?" Lu Mingfei looked at Chu Zihang in surprise.

"Caesar is in the cockpit. His piloting skills are better than mine, so he can handle it alone. And Jiude Mai warned us that something is coming." Chu Zihang lowered his head and stared at the huge, ferocious bone dragon under the sea, and whispered, "I can't let you face this thing alone."

"But you shouldn't have blood burst out." Lu Mingfei frowned slightly as he looked at the dark blue scales on both sides of Chu Zihang's cheeks. "Brother, you should know that your bloodline problem hasn't been completely resolved. The reason you haven't transformed into a dragon yet is because Old Tang used the blood essence of three dragon kings to place three mental imprints on you to suppress the restless blood in your body. Every time you use your extraordinary strength, you are wearing away the mental imprints. If your bloodline problem isn't resolved before the mental imprints are exhausted, your dragon transformation will be irreversible. You know the final outcome better than anyone else."

"Yes, I know." Chu Zihang looked directly into Lu Mingfei's eyes. "You should know it too, right?"

Lu Mingfei was stunned.

"I've already activated my second Blood Rush, but your signs of dragon transformation are clearly deeper than mine. I can sense that the method you're using is different from the Blood Rush." ​​Chu Zihang looked at the black scales covering Lu Mingfei's neck and jaw, then at the injection in his hand. "Is it because of this medicine? Your current state gives me the feeling that it's more dangerous than the Blood Rush. You should know that no one can draw power endlessly. Any power gained comes at a price."

After a brief silence, Lu Mingfei said softly, "Brother, I understand everything you said, but I have my own reasons, and there are some things I have to bear."

"Brother, you may not believe this, but all of this could have been avoided." Lu Mingfei paused. "I mean, we traveled all the way to Japan, and then were dragged into the war between the Eight Snake Clans and the Fierce Ghost Clan. Then we're facing a crisis underwater, and there will probably be even more dangerous situations in the future... None of this should have had to happen, but for some reason, I chose to let it happen. I think I'm selfish, because this is tantamount to letting you and Boss Caesar gamble your lives with me. If anything happens to you, I will feel that it is my responsibility. I'm sorry to you, sorry to Boss, sorry to Nono, and sorry to Xia Mi."

"No." Chu Zihang shook his head gently, "You haven't wronged anyone."

Lu Mingfei was stunned again.

"A dragon slayer only does so with the conviction that he will die. This is true for me, and for Caesar as well. Coming to Japan was our own choice. You didn't force us to do anything, so even if we die here, you don't have to feel sorry for anyone. A samurai's destiny is to die on the battlefield." Chu Zihang paused briefly. "In fact, I've noticed a long time ago that you seem to have some unusual secrets. You always seem to be able to predict things we don't know, but I never ask you because none of this is important to me."

Is it really unimportant? If it's unimportant, why are you still exploring these things and even deliberately bringing them up now? Lu Mingfei thought subconsciously.

"It's just that there was a time when I thought you were carrying too much. Your back always exuded a sense of fatigue. Sometimes I even had the illusion that you weren't the Lu Mingfei I knew." Chu Zihang said softly, "Actually, you don't have to be so exhausted. I understand the feeling of wanting to squeeze every last bit of strength out of yourself. It's suffocating. You should give yourself a break every now and then."

Lu Mingfei opened his mouth, but couldn't say anything. Instead, he swallowed a big mouthful of sea water.

"I can still feel that you've become more tense since coming to Japan. There must be something here that you particularly care about... maybe it's someone." Chu Zihang said continuously, "But it doesn't matter, you don't have to tell me. Now that I think about it, it was actually you who carried the fate of Xia Mi and me. You've done a lot for us, and now it's your turn to carry your own fate. But a person can't live with several mountains on their backs. The mountain of fate is too heavy and will crush a person... You can consider giving me one of your mountains."

As if he felt that the metaphor was not appropriate, Chu Zihang looked at Lu Mingfei and said bluntly: "What I mean is, if there is something that makes you feel that betting your life is not enough, you can at least bet mine too. It doesn't matter."

"Senior brother..."

Lu Mingfei looked at Chu Zihang, completely stunned. He rarely saw Chu Zihang so talkative, and he never knew Chu Zihang had such sharp intuition.

As expected, gossips are gossips. They always like to observe other people's lives and try to figure out what they are thinking. Then they say some encouraging chicken soup for the soul in a bland tone. Brother, don't you know that you are not the type to give chicken soup for the soul at all?

If Caesar had said this, it would be like giving someone an injection of three large doses of stimulants, which would make even a dying vegetative patient get out of bed and run around the hospital three times. But when you, senior brother, say things like "Don't worry, even if the world is destroyed, I will still be your strong backer," it's like forcing someone to drink a bowl of salty and sour sentimental porridge, which makes people feel uncomfortable all over... so uncomfortable that it makes them feel like they're dying... so uncomfortable that it makes their noses sore.

"They're coming." Chu Zihang looked down at the sea, referring to the ancient dragon that had been watching closely. Suddenly, his gaze seemed to penetrate deeper into the sea, and his expression changed slightly. "No, they're afraid. Something even bigger is coming... It's a nuclear explosion! It's time for the nuclear power module to explode!"

Beside the Trieste, groups of corpse guards seemed to sense the impending destruction of the city connected to them by blood. They no longer cared about the tempting blood food in front of them. Each corpse guard let out a sharp howl and swam quickly towards the sea as if fleeing for their lives.

The skeletal dragon opened its maw and roared silently to the heavens, as if offering a final mourning for the city it guarded. Then, with its massive tail, it whipped up a turbulent current. It was hard to believe such a massive body could swim so fast. Some of the corpse guards retreated back into the ancient dragon's empty chest and ribs, like small animals retreating to the warmth and safety of their nests, sensing a premonition of disaster.

A loud crackling sound echoed from the seafloor below, like a roaring thunder. It was an underwater volcano awakened by the nuclear explosion. If someone were to be in the depths of the trench at that moment, they would have noticed that it was as bright as day. A wall of flames erupted from a massive crack. Thunder rumbled through the silent ancient city. The ground began to crack and then collapse. Buildings that carried ancient civilizations were about to be forever submerged in the abyss.

The huge torii was buried by heavy volcanic rocks. Some of the embryos of the corpse guardians that had not yet hatched were swallowed by the high-temperature magma and turned into ashes in an instant. The majestic dragon statue fell into the lava river. It was the landmark of this ancient city. Its fall symbolized the complete decline and destruction of a city.

The chains wrapped around the entire Takama-ga-hara were stretched and then broken as the seabed collapsed. The bronze bells hanging on them rolled down one after another, making mournful sounds, as if resonating with a song commemorating the city festival. However, the song was instantly drowned out by the thunder of the evaporating sea water.

The lava rolled along the city streets, burning everything, as if a god was cleansing the city of its sinful history, until the lava formed a tide that submerged the entire city, and the broken plots of land and buildings were swallowed up by the golden river.

In the center of the golden river was the giant statue that was slowly sinking. As violent flames exploded above the statue, the nuclear power cabin was successfully detonated. The legendary ancient city of Takama-ga-hara disappeared from this world forever, and was completely submerged in the long river of history.

Below the Trieste, a bone dragon rose towards the sea, its bloody mouth wide open as if it wanted to swallow the Trieste in one gulp while escaping. It was already dead, but the delicious blood meal of the Lenin embryo had just been tasted, which awakened the greed in its bones. The taste of the exquisite blood in front of it was no less attractive to it than that embryo.

"Brother, do you remember our underwater combat training?" Lu Mingfei yelled, "Have you managed to maintain your tacit understanding?"

"Of course, keep us secure!" Chu Zihang also responded loudly.

Lu Mingfei nodded. He pulled the safety lock connecting the Trieste to the sea surface with great force, twisting the stretched fiber steel cable into an amazing arc. He tied himself and Chu Zihang tightly to the steel cable, as if putting a hard giant lock between the two of them and the Trieste.

Chu Zihang's golden pupils began to burn, as if two suns were stuffed into his eyes, and the dark sea water was illuminated into a dazzling golden color. The gas lamps of the Trieste were not as dazzling as Chu Zihang's eyes.

The Sovereign Flame's domain expanded, and the distance between the Bone Dragon and the Trieste was already quite close. A vortex of black flame suddenly appeared in the seawater between them. This was a brand-new form of the Sovereign Flame. Not a trace of heat leaked out, but just by looking at it, one could feel the immense heat contained within, like dormant but incredibly hot black magma.

When the bright light of the nuclear explosion suddenly appeared from the bottom of the sea, the thunder of the bombing followed. It was indeed a shocking explosion, and it was so loud even after passing through four thousand meters of deep sea water.

At the same time, Jun Yan also exploded.

The black flame vortex seemed to be burning the collapsed space. The spiritual imprint belonging to Xia Mi in Chu Zihang's consciousness was lit up, and a tornado-like white airflow burst out in the deep sea. The exploding flames were swept and swirled by the white airflow. Tons of sea water were instantly evaporated and vaporized, and a huge amount of white mist exploded.

At this moment, Xia Mi seemed to be standing behind Chu Zihang, her hands on his shoulders. With her golden eyes, those of Jörmungandr, she surveyed the enormous, uninvited guest beneath the sea. The powerful Sovereign Flame and the Eyes of the Wind King combined, creating a violent tornado of flames like a swirling fire dragon, fiercely slamming into the attacking Bone Dragon. Chu Zihang's mind resounded with Xia Mi's scornful laughter, as if it stemmed from the Dragon King's disdain for a dead creature.

The giant bone dragon was swallowed by a fire dragon that was even bigger than it. The huge skeleton was wrapped in scorching flames, and the groups of corpses in its chest and abdomen let out heart-wrenching roars under the high temperature burning.

Beneath the Trieste, a massive amount of steam was compressed, and the high pressure generated by the steam explosion propelled the submersible toward the surface. Compared to this extreme speed, the Atrium Serpent they had once ridden paled in comparison. Even Lu Mingfei and Chu Zihang's dragon-like bodies, under this astonishing speed and high-pressure seawater, made a heart-pounding sound like bones and scales being crushed by a steamroller.

"Damn it, what are those monster brothers doing again!" Caesar was pressed firmly on the seat by the sudden heavy pressure. He used all his strength to make his hands jump on the operating table. He felt that the bones of all ten fingers were about to break, but he had to endure the severe pain to ensure that this antique submersible would not suddenly disintegrate in this terrifying acceleration.

Jiude Mai was also pressed hard to the floor. Her already pale face became even paler. The ribs that had been reattached seemed to be broken again, and her eardrums hurt as if they were about to burst. While suppressing the huge pain coming from her waist and abdomen, she silently prayed in her heart that Lu Mingfei, this guy who had caused so much harm to others, would definitely not die a good death!

The Trieste emitted a long column of white steam in the deep sea and fled rapidly towards the sea surface.

No one on the submersible could see that under the sea, the skeletal dragon with half of its body melted away was writhing in pain. It dragged the chain with its long tail and brought the Lenin, which was wrapped in the chain, to its mouth. It bit the hard steel to pieces with one bite, and the remains of the corpse in its belly were absorbed. The melted bones began to revive, and rotten flesh and blood were slowly growing out.

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"Young Master, the nuclear power cabin was successfully detonated, and Takama-ga-hara and everything buried in it have completely disappeared from the world!" Miyamoto Shio looked at the thermal screen that was full of red. It was the magma that submerged the abyss, and his voice could not hide his excitement.

"Those three psychos did it!" Yuan Zhisheng clapped his hands and roared towards the sea, "Everyone, the God's Burial Ground has been completely wiped out from the world. The 'God' will never return to this world again. As long as we eliminate the last of the corpse guardians, we will win this war."

Inspired by Yuan Zhisheng's words, the morale on the sea was unprecedentedly high. In the areas covered by artillery fire, the corpses guarding in groups of three or two could not make any waves at all.

"The bad news is that in five minutes, an earthquake and tsunami will hit. The Sumeru Throne won't be able to withstand such a large-scale tsunami for long. We need to prepare to evacuate." Miyamoto Shio's tone suddenly changed as he spoke, "What...how could this happen!"

"what happen?"

"Shiki… there are even more Shiki hiding beneath the sea! They're just now scrambling to the surface, as if they're trying to escape something. The number of Shiki is ten times greater than all our previous encounters combined!" Miyamoto Shio's voice was distorted. "Something enormous has formed 3,500 meters below the sea… Originally, it had no sense of heat and was dead, but now… it's alive!"

"It's a dragon! A huge...dragon!"

Chapter 230: Peerless Beauty Eri

The sea was burning fiercely in the middle of the night. The Sheqi Eight Clan poured a thick layer of oil on the water. Yuan Zhisheng lit a torch and threw it on the sea. The strong wind blew up the flames that shot up into the sky.

Each group suffered varying degrees of damage, and their armed forces and ammunition were almost exhausted. Setting the sea on fire to resist the corpse guards was no longer a viable option. For this, the Sheqi Eight Families even sacrificed a 10,000-ton cruise ship.

This was a do-or-die duel, and failure meant death. Everyone had thrown the idea of ​​retreat out of their minds.

Sirens blared in large numbers, and piles of corpses began to emerge from the sea in a frenzy. They rushed headfirst into the sea of ​​fire, but the flames could not burn through their steel bodies, nor could they threaten their lives. They could only slightly hinder their movements.

The group of corpse guards braved the raging flames and hail of bullets and rushed towards the fire team's coast guard ship first. One after another, the flames lit up their bodies, like human figures leaping in a bonfire, dancing some kind of bloodthirsty dance of killing.

There was no escape on the sea. One coast guard ship after another was gnawed to pieces by the surrounding swarms of zombies. The hard claws of these guys could even leave marks on steel. Some sailors were caught by the zombies before they could grab the lifeline of the helicopter. Falling into the zombies was no different from falling into a meat grinder. They could only let out a brief and desperate wail before being chopped into flesh and blood flying all over the sky.

The Wind Group helicopters that barely managed to rescue a few sailors began to gradually withdraw from the battlefield, and several helicopters did not have time to reclaim the lifelines, causing the corpse guards to climb up the ropes and attack together, ultimately resulting in the destruction of the aircraft and the death of the crew.

Among the six Sumeru thrones, only the one where Yuan Zhisheng is located can be said to be holding the line of defense.

The battlefield rose from the sea onto a floating platform. Naval guns and torpedoes were no longer effective. Gen Chisheng personally blocked the entrance to the platform from the dock. The Spider Cutter held horizontally in his hand, emitting a cold, dim glow, evoking the aura of a single man standing against a thousand. Yasha, armed with a hunting rifle and a massive saber, stood behind Gen Chisheng, resembling a powerful, unflinching figure. Crow and Sakura lay in ambush on the second floor, one armed with a high-precision sniper rifle, the other skewered with deadly blades.

Spider-Cutter sliced ​​off a corpse guard's head at a treacherous angle. Yasha followed suit, shoving his shotgun into its mouth and pulling the trigger. Milky white brain matter splattered from the shattered skull all over the wall. It was incredible that this guy even had an MP3 player and headphones on. While he was killing like a butcher, he hummed the enchanting tune of "Come and Get Your Love" in his headphones, practically dancing.

Gen Zhisheng didn't restrain this idiot-like pervert. Yasha was always like this. In fact, Gen Zhisheng admired this simple-minded guy. He could be so relaxed in a battlefield full of blood and death. He wondered if the nerves that could mobilize tension had been removed from this guy since childhood.

"Master Miyamoto, how many corpse guards are left outside?" Yuan Zhisheng asked quickly in the channel.

"There are at least more than 300 of them. Our defense line has completely collapsed. A conservative estimate is that 30% of our personnel have been killed or injured. Many people have not yet evacuated, and the losses are still expanding." Miyamoto Shio responded loudly in the channel.

"Inform the injured to evacuate the battlefield immediately. Those who are incapacitated should be evacuated first!" Yuan Zhisheng ordered. "If we can eliminate those 300 corpse guards, will that mean we have initial control of the battlefield?"

"No... there are more and larger numbers of corpses continuing to emerge from the sea!" Miyamoto Shio's voice was involuntarily mixed with a hint of panic.

Yuan Zhisheng froze in his tracks, his blood running cold. These corpse guardians were like wheat in autumn: once you mow down one crop, another sprouts up. You can never kill them all! But unlike wheat, which is a beautiful thing, they are also vicious, relentless ghosts, refusing to stop until they've devoured every living thing in sight.

Yuan Zhisheng couldn't help but wonder, was this retribution for digging up their own ancestral graves? They'd released their ancestors, trapped in the dark underworld for millennia. They'd gone without food for thousands of years, and were utterly starving, so they ate everything they could find, even their own descendants... It sounded like a cold irony. Could there be a more ridiculous family history than this?

As Yuan Zhisheng thought about it, he suddenly felt that even in such a cruel and fierce battlefield, his thoughts had wandered. It seemed that he had been seriously harmed by those three psychopaths. Thinking of which three psychopaths, Yuan Zhisheng was stunned for no reason and suddenly asked into the headset, "Master Miyamoto, where are those three psychopaths? I mean, the Trieste. It should be about to finish surfacing and breaking the surface, right?"

"Young Master, unfortunately, the winch motor connected to the Trieste has been damaged by the Corpse Guards. It's been out of action for three minutes." Miyamoto Shio sighed softly. "The Trieste experienced a rapid ascent two minutes ago. They moved 1,600 meters in a short period of time. I don't know how they did it, but they're still at a depth of 2,400 meters. With the speed of lithium batteries alone, it's unlikely they'll be able to escape the Corpse Guards' encirclement."

"The winch is broken?" Yuan Zhisheng was shocked. "How badly is it damaged? Can it be repaired?"

"The electrical system was damaged. The starter and operating systems are fine. There's a backup switch near the winch. Activating the backup switch and then manually starting the winch will allow it to operate normally," Miyamoto Shio said. "We tried to send people to repair it, but the area was occupied by the Shikigami, and everyone we sent was killed."

"You are responsible for leading the remaining people in the Rock Flow Research Institute to retreat. I will go to the winch!" Yuan Zhisheng turned and went to the engineering elevator.

"Young Master, you can't go. The place is overrun with corpses. You are our backbone. We can't let your men escape while you die!" Miyamoto Shio exclaimed in shock. "Please evacuate with us."

"At least the machine has to be working, at least to give them a glimmer of hope of survival, then I can consider evacuating!" Yuan Zhisheng quickly tapped the up button of the elevator.

In fact, he thought that dying in battle was fine. Although he would miss out on nude beaches and the beautiful sunbathers, at least he would have fulfilled his duty to his family, right? Besides, he had promised those three guys that if they died at the bottom of the sea, he would die on the surface to be buried with them. They had drunk wine together and clinked glasses together. A promise made between two men after drinking and clinking glasses is worth a thousand gold and should be kept with one's life!

Before the elevator door was completely closed, a pair of strong arms suddenly pushed it open, and then a burly figure and a thin figure squeezed into the elevator.

"Damn it, didn't I already order the evacuation? Why haven't you gotten on the helicopter yet?" Yuan Zhisheng looked at Crow and Yaksha who squeezed into the elevator with an angry look on his face.

"Master Miyamoto is right. How can you, young master, escape while your subordinates are dying?" Crow smiled. "We would bear the infamy for the rest of our lives. Young master, you know I'm very proud. If I were to be condemned by so many people, my conscience would keep me awake every night."

"Yaksha, what about you?" Yuan Zhisheng looked at Yaksha.

"Come and get your love, come and get your love, Baby!" Yasha continued humming his idiotic English song with a thick Kanto accent, even waving the barrel of his shotgun like a rose. "I haven't finished listening to my song yet, and there's a mysterious force preventing me from getting on the plane... Oh! It seems I've come down with a disease that prevents me from getting on a plane until I finish listening to my song!"

Yuan Zhi was very happy. He suddenly felt that there was no essential difference between the two guys beside him and those three psychos. When you are surrounded by monsters and it seems like the end of the world, having such a group of idiots around you, singing and dancing to make you laugh, and accompanying you to death, is actually... quite lucky.

The engineering elevator took them to the top of the Sumeru pedestal. When the elevator door opened, all they saw were blue and black shadows. The platform was already filled with corpses.

The Corpse Guards used this place as their base to enjoy the fresh flesh and blood they hunted. The wind and rain hit their bodies like hitting steel, and there were crisp sounds. Some Corpse Guards were plundering the delicacies snatched by their companions, and some Corpse Guards were perched on high places, wrapping around the communication cables like snakes. The moment the elevator door opened, they all looked at the three people who suddenly appeared with their red-gold pupils, staring at them with greedy eyes.

"Looking at them, they seem to be very hungry and haven't eaten enough. Are you sure we are not here to deliver human lunch boxes to them?" Crow swallowed his saliva and slapped the magazine filled with bullets into the chamber of the submachine gun.

"Then feed them bullets, this thing will keep them full!" Yaksha said coldly. He had already opened fire randomly. Anyway, all he saw were zombies guarding the battlefield. He could shoot without worrying about missing bullets. It felt like a real-life zombie siege with a sense of urgency.

Minamoto no Chisei carried the Spider Scimitar and passed Yasha and Crow, clearing the way ahead. When encountering a crisis, the young master was usually surrounded and protected, and it was rare for the main master to clear the way. Crow was an accurate sharpshooter, and Yasha was definitely a brave and powerful general, but unfortunately, Minamoto no Chisei's bloodline was too human. Amaterasu was born to be both a noble and an unparalleled general.

Every step Yuan Zhisheng took was accompanied by countless splatters of blood, which dyed the rain curtain black. The dead bodies of the corpse guards fell one after another, like a dynamic ink painting that was extremely brutal and cruel. The crows and yakshas were only responsible for covering them.

Yuan Zhisheng stepped on the blood and came to the huge winch with a diameter of more than two meters. The manual winch with a diameter of one meter was turned to the direction of the sky. Yuan Zhisheng took a deep breath and jumped to a height of three meters. He grabbed the heavy and cold handle, and the blue veins on his arms popped out like snakes. With a loud shout, the huge winch that required six people to start was slowly pulled by him. Bright flames splashed, and it seemed that a dazzling star was lit up in the night sky.

"Turn on the power now!" Yuan Zhisheng roared, the blood vessels on his neck bulging. The rain splashed on him and was immediately evaporated by his high temperature, emitting wisps of white smoke.

Yasha blasted open the gate and the corpse guard in front of the circuit. Crow yelled, "What if you blew up the circuit like this?"

"If God doesn't stand on their side, then we can't save them!" Yaksha is actually a theist at heart.

Crow pushed aside the headless corpse of the exploded corpse guard. He didn't care how disgusting the black blood on the switch was. He turned on the switch and was surprised to find that the circuit system was still functioning normally. "Young Master, God is still looking after them. The circuit system has been successfully activated. Is the winch moving?"

"It's a success! That's great! Those three lunatics can be saved!" Yuan Zhisheng clapped his hands in surprise.

"Young Master." Ying appeared behind Gen Chisheng and handed him a cell phone. "It's Mr. Masamune's number."

"Dad," Yuan Zhisheng said, "Ten minutes. If we can hold on for another ten minutes, we can evacuate completely."

"Zhisheng," the old man's voice was heavy. After a brief pause, he spoke, "Unfortunately, I have to tell you that we are running out of time. A tsunami could hit the Xumi Platform at any moment, and the Corpse Guards are still emerging in droves. Those three people on the seabed have been targeted by the Corpse Guard King. We can't solve that troublesome situation with our own strength."

"Although this decision is inhumane, our only option now is to abandon them. This time, thanks to them for helping us draw away some of the Shigaraki's offensive, otherwise the Sumeru Throne would have collapsed even faster. I admit that we owe those three children a lot, but as I said, some blood must be shed. If we sacrifice those three, all of Japan will be saved. We are only one step away from success. You are about to become the leader of the Snake Eight Clans. This is your first lesson on the road to leadership. You must learn to be cruel." Tachibana Masamune said in a deep voice, "Eri has arrived. Evacuate, Chisheng. You've done your best."

Yuan Zhisheng collapsed beside the winch, his body fell powerlessly, dejection and dejection covered his face. Just on the eve of success, he was told the despairing news, and his passionate fighting spirit was completely extinguished. He still failed to save the three guys. The remains and broken limbs of the corpses were scattered around him. He was mixed in with those corpses, like a body with a soul sucked out.

The searchlights on the Sumeru pedestal suddenly all shone towards the sea, and slowly moved along with a line of light and shadow on the sea, like a spotlight on a drama stage towards the heroine.

It was a small wooden boat drifting with the waves. A girl in a shrine maiden's costume stood at the bow. The sea breeze blew her dark red hair like flowing clouds. She approached the Sumeru throne where Yuan Zhisheng was. The corpse guards nearby smelled an unprecedented amount of top-quality food. If they sucked a sip of blood of this level, they would be eternally sublimated, and even regain life from a half-dead state.

The corpse guards pounced in groups, each of them was a bloodthirsty beast, but the girl at the bow didn't even look at them. The cherry-red long sword at her waist was silently unsheathed and waved lightly, just like casually painting a freehand ink painting, without any brushstrokes or rules.

But the hard bodies of the corpse guards were judged by an unknown force, just like a painting on paper being cut by a guillotine, the broken ends were as complete as a mirror. These hideous creatures died like ants under the girl's knife, powerless and pale.