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

The Corrupted Dragon roared hysterically, and the Corpse Guardians trembled slightly. Anyone could hear the uncontrollable rage in the roar of the Corpse Guardian King.

It should have led its undead army to all directions with the tsunami and occupied all the lands it could reach, but now it is still blocked in the dark deep sea by this uninvited guest.

Its ravenous desires craved fresh blood and food. Its skin, burned by the black flames, could not be healed. The flesh it had regained after millennia had been burned into an ugly, dilapidated hollow. It longed for fresh blood and flesh, like a thirsty person's reliance on water. When it couldn't eat, it even felt as if its finally recovered body was rotting and festering every second.

What's more, that was obviously its prey. A large number of its comrades were surrounded and wiped out by just one prey. The king of the corpse guard felt that his supreme dignity was challenged.

The enraged Corpse Guard King roared his death-defying orders with a deafening roar, interspersed with obscure, archaic dragon script. The Corpse Guards roared back in response, whispering to each other in shrill, strange tones, like the whispers of the dead, their meaning unintelligible; it was the language of the dead.

It was hard to imagine that these dead creatures could still have wisdom and language. They were supposed to be a group of bloodthirsty beasts who knew only killing. But when their king was reborn, these savage creatures were actually given simple thoughts. They could understand the orders of the corrupt dragon, and the meaning of their existence was to obey the king's will.

The Corpse Guards gathered together, linked end to end, once again performing the devilish and grand dance they had done when welcoming the Corpse Guard King. Thousands of Corpse Guards stirred the sea into a massive black whirlpool. A faint dragon-like figure appeared in the center of the whirlpool. Circles of black turbulence formed a vast pattern, like a giant seal or cage, enveloping the dragon-like figure.

Lu Mingfei was trapped in the vortex, a terrifying roar emanating from beneath his black bony mask. Bestial instincts propelled him to flap his bony wings with all his might, breaking the seal. As he struggled, the cage formed by thousands of corpses could only hold him for a moment, but that was exactly the moment they needed, a single moment that could change so much.

The rotten dragon roared and issued orders one after another, and the group of corpse guards also screamed and rushed towards the dragon-shaped figure one after another. They were all fearless and brave, as if they were competing to be the bravest warrior under the general's seat.

The horde of corpse guards descended in overwhelming force, completely encircling Lu Mingfei. He roared, his own roar drowning out the vast swarm of corpse guards. His sharp claws swung across the chasm, stirring up large swathes of thick, sticky black blood. Any corpse guard who dared to approach him was slashed open in an instant, like the Grim Reaper wielding his scythe, a symbol of slaughter, stripping these empty bodies of life that should not have existed.

Countless corpse guards died, and countless corpse guards surged forward again. The scene was like a colony of ants devouring an elephant.

Every time the elephant swung its claws, it would stomp on the corpses with its giant feet. Groups of corpse guards died helplessly under the elephant's feet like ants. However, there were too many ants, and the elephant would sometimes have gaps and be careless. Often, the corpse guards would seize the opportunity when Lu Mingfei attacked and give him a heavy blow, but this would only make Lu Mingfei stagger or vomit blood.

His recovery ability is so terrifying that a small piece of scale will grow back the next moment after being torn off.

A large enough ant colony might be able to devour a healthy elephant, but if the elephant possesses almost immortal resilience and wildness, it will definitely be a desperate nightmare for the ant colony.

But the corpse guards are not just going to die in vain.

The Corrupted Dragon roared and issued its last order. The corpse guards abandoned their instinctive fear and charged forward even more fiercely. They surged like locusts covering the sky and the sun. If one died, another would take its place. If a group died, a new group would rush over, leaving Lu Mingfei no chance to escape or breathe.

An airtight cage made of the lives of the corpse guards gradually took shape. A pair of huge pupils kept looking at Lu Mingfei who was trapped and died in the encirclement of the corpse guards. The icy fangs of the Corrupted Dragon made a terrifying sound when they rubbed against each other. It was for this moment that it sent its subordinates to die one after another.

The thick smell of decay and the mercury vapor formed by the huge amount of mercury in the body merged into a yellow sea current air mass, which was sprayed towards the group of corpse guards and the human figures surrounded by them.

This is its unique dragon breath. At the cost of its death, it possessed the power of corrosion. After being reborn by devouring the Lenin, the power of the corrosive properties combined with the refined sulfur bomb was increased several times. Rocks soaked in this turbid gas will be melted, and it can even corrode steel in a short period of time.

The ocean current mixed with foul air enveloped the corpse guards and Lu Mingfei. Countless corpse guards were immersed in this thick smell of corpse decay and let out heart-wrenching wails. Their bodies were slowly rotting and melting.

Some of the corpse guards were melted on the spot into a pool of thick black blood like asphalt. Some of the corpse guards escaped from the covered area the moment they were wrapped by the turbid air, but unfortunately the parts of their bodies that were contaminated by the yellow turbid gas were slowly corroding and rotting towards their main bodies. They painfully bit the parts of themselves that were contaminated by the corrupt air, and did not hesitate to make themselves mutilated in order to save their lives.

The foul air enveloped Lu Mingfei completely, and each yellow, extremely corrupt particle tried to penetrate into his pores through the gaps in his scales, causing his body to collapse.

Gradually, the scales on Lu Mingfei's body began to corrode, and the black and shiny scales were covered with holes that looked like they were made by small insects. The bone wings on his back were swallowed by the gas, and his visor also peeled off and shattered from his face bit by bit.

Until half of the bone surface was completely peeled off, revealing half of Lu Mingfei's bloodless face. The face was so pale that it was like a vampire in 17th century Europe, with a cold and icy expression.

The smell of corpse decay was eroding his face every second, but his flesh and blood were also reorganizing every second. This should have been unbearable pain. The severe pain caused by the rapid ulceration of skin and the rapid growth of flesh and blood was enough to make an adult faint ten times in a minute.

But Lu Mingfei remained unmoved. He looked at the rotten dragon below with an expressionless or indifferent look. There was not a trace of fear, dread or solemnity in his golden pupils, and there was no emotion or ripples at all.

He suddenly broke off the other half of his face, not caring at all about the crimson blood that stained it. The moment his face was revealed, he looked down at the king of the corpses, a sickly, sarcastic smile playing at the corner of his mouth. It was as if he was sneering at the other's despicable tactics, like the instinctive mockery and contempt of the strong for the weak.

His hand brushed across his face, and a new and hard bone mask covered his face again, with a deep and indifferent black light dancing on the bone surface.

The Corrupted Dragon roared unwillingly, and the sea water was shaken by its huge roar. No matter in life or death, it was a noble king. In the world of dragons, it was also a noble and great existence, enjoying the admiration of all things. No one could express disdain or even contempt for him, let alone a human who could only transform into half a dragon!

It slapped the huge amount of sea water as it moved forward, and the group of corpse guards were tossed into pieces by the turbulent ocean currents. Only the shadow with its wings spread out stood tall and motionless.

The Corrupted Dragon used its hundred-meter-long body to slam into the tiny figure, knocking the figure away like a cannonball, stirring up a series of bubbles. After the collision, the Corrupted Dragon did not give up. It leaped over and lashed Lu Mingfei fiercely with its huge tail, then dragged the bronze chain on its tail to entangle the other party.

Huge bronze chains crisscrossed and bound Lu Mingfei's body. It was an instrument of torture used by the ancient dragon clan to severely punish sinful dragons. It was as heavy as a mountain.

The Corrupted Dragon dragged Lu Mingfei away from the Abyss and came to the nearby seabed. It swung the chain down with its huge tail, throwing Lu Mingfei into the hard rock again and again. The rock bed was dug out with increasingly larger holes. The falling rock fragments buried the human figure in the hole. Deep red blood seeped out from the cracks in the rock and mixed with the sea water.

The remaining corpse guards rushed over, swarming with blood oozing from their struggle. They shouted excitedly, like mountain people tasting the finest seafood for the first time, or even more like celebrating their king's victory. The Rot Dragon roared with a victorious roar, and it soared upward, ready to return to the embrace of the corpse guards in a supreme manner.

But when it was halfway there, it suddenly stopped.

Because the bronze chains wrapped around its body were stretched straight, the chains ran from its tail all the way to the huge pit on the seabed. The friction between the huge bronze chains made a teeth-grinding holy sound. The Corrupted Dragon twisted its body and swam upwards with its huge tail, but it could not move forward an inch.

It roared, unleashing a force powerful enough to move a mountain. However, its massive body didn't rise, instead slowly drifting towards the seabed, being dragged downward. A cloud of dust erupted from the pit, and within the hazy cloud, a distorted human figure could be vaguely seen.

The figure spread its wings and the dust dispersed.

Lu Mingfei was seriously injured by the powerful blow from the dragon. His entire skull felt like it was being violently shaken by an iron bell. Blood oozed out of his nose and mouth. One of his bone wings was broken and the bone surface was damaged. The repeated impacts on the seabed almost broke his cervical vertebrae. His head was twisted in an incredible posture, as if the connection between his head and shoulders was only soft flesh and skin... If a normal person suffered such an injury, he would have died a hundred times already.

But the bright gold in Lu Mingfei's pupils under the broken bone face turned into red gold. The dying injury made the blood in his body further rewrite his physique. Before this, he still had some sanity, and as long as he had sanity, he was a human being. But at this moment, he seemed to have opened another pair of eyes... a pair of eyes belonging to a dragon... ancient, solemn, distant and noble golden eyes!

The powerful self-healing ability allowed the bone surface to cover him again. A cold black light flashed on the cold bone surface, and no expression could be seen. He used his palms covered with bone spurs to support his head that was almost separated from his neck, and then with a "click", he forced it to stand straight!

At that moment, Fu Long saw a bloodthirsty grin beneath the stern bone mask.

The Corrupted Dragon instinctively sprayed out dusty yellow corrupted air, which enveloped Lu Mingfei, but he didn't care at all and allowed his body to be corrupted and reorganized by the air. He pulled the huge bronze chain and actually dragged the Corrupted Dragon's huge body as big as a mountain.

The Corrupted Dragon struggled desperately, but to no avail. Lu Mingfei held it tightly, his feet sunk into the huge pit. He used himself as the axis, grasping the bronze chain with both hands and spinning, swinging the Corrupted Dragon's massive body sideways.

Many corpse guards along the way were knocked away. The body of the Corrupted Dragon pressed the groups of corpse guards into the ridges of the seabed in the distance. The towering and solid peaks were blasted and collapsed.

Chapter 234: Underwater Meeting of Monsters

Three thousand meters deep under the sea.

The Rot Dragon's massive body, dragged along by heavy bronze chains, smashed through towering mountain ridges, cracking the seabed like a spiderweb as it crashed to the ground. It roared in terror, its massive body curling up in agony, its noble golden eyes revealing a deep fear unlike any it had ever seen before.

It is hard to imagine that the emotion of fear would appear in the pupils of an ancient dragon with a title.

In the reflection of its huge golden eyes, a black figure flapped its bony wings and fell from the sky like a sharp arrow.

The flying black shadow landed on the ribs of the Corrupted Dragon. The rocks on the seabed were covered with dust that covered the sky. A huge pit with a diameter of more than a kilometer was formed under the ground. The Corrupted Dragon's chest cavity was like being hit by a cannonball, and it was deeply sunken.

The rot dragon let out a heart-wrenching wail, as its heart and lungs were actually being torn apart by the falling black shadow. Huge pieces of rotten flesh were torn off and shredded, and the black mud-like blood corroded the seabed into dark holes.

The Corpse Guardians rushed forward to grab the torn flesh and blood of the Rotten Dragon. It turned out that they were not loyal. They would obey instinctively under the pressure of the king, but now their king was pinned to the ground, rubbed and torn apart by a stronger one, and their instinct prompted them to plunder the weak king.

Monsters that have been hungry for thousands of years are naturally crazy for food. They are all beasts whose central nervous systems have been removed. All actions of these irrational beasts are just to obey the call of instinct.

The rot dragon struggled to rise, its huge body slamming the bedrock beneath it, causing it to vibrate continuously. However, no matter how it thrashed and rolled, it was still stuck to the huge pit on the seabed, because the bronze chain was tightly wrapped around it. The end of the chain was held in Lu Mingfei's hand. He stepped on the rot dragon's chest as if he was stepping on a flapping fish.

The next moment, Lu Mingfei exerted force, pinning it to the ground. His long, sharp claws pierced the Corrupted Dragon's heart. The massive monster rolled over, screaming and uttering a deathly roar. Lu Mingfei simply looked at it indifferently, his dark, bony face gleaming with a cold light, his ancient golden eyes devoid of any pity.

The next moment, thick black blood flowed from his hands covered with barbs and sharp claws. The moment he pierced the Corrupted Dragon's chest, he crushed a corner of the huge heart and held it in his hand... A blue-black, scaly heart fragment was held in his hand, and the dark red blood vessels were still beating slowly.

Lu Mingfei's facial bones cracked into hideous cracks. He raised his head and bit a part of the rotten heart into pieces. When he raised his head again, there was a bloody sneer on the corner of his mouth, and there was no human warmth in his smile... It seemed that he had become a complete monster.

……

At the same time, on the sea surface directly above the Abyss.

It was a disastrous day with a raging storm, but the sea was surprisingly calm.

The huge floating platform known as the "Unsinkable Sumeru Throne" is slowly sinking below the sea surface, taking with it the frozen corpse guarding it.

The golden eyes of these monsters sealed in the ice were dim, with only black holes remaining in their eye sockets. They were already dead, not in the sense of having transformed into embryos and waiting to wake up in deep sleep, but in the truest sense of the word.

Each of the corpse guards' hideous faces was frozen in terror or shock, as if they had witnessed something unimaginable just before their death. Their right to "live" had been stripped away by the power known as "judgment." Faced with this extraordinary power, even a monster as resilient as a corpse guard would have its life force forcibly altered, forcing it to obey death without resistance.

At this moment, the Sheqi Eight Clans had completely evacuated the sea, leaving only a single helicopter hovering overhead. Those who hadn't had time to evacuate were either trapped in the corpse-guarding hordes or sunk to the icy seabed.

The helicopter's lights converged on a figure on the sea. Eri, dressed in a red and white shrine maiden costume, was standing at the bow of a small wooden boat.

The towering tsunami waves were still roaring in the distance, but the area where the girl was was absolutely calm. Neither the strong wind nor the heavy rain could invade it. The sea surface with a diameter of one kilometer was frozen into a huge circle.

This vast sea was filled with wind and rain, and waves as high as walls were surging everywhere, but the high tides instantly collapsed when they reached the edge of the circular ice surface; dark clouds covered the sky, and thunder rolled in the clouds like a green dragon. From time to time, lightning struck the sea, but only above the sky where the girl stood, the black clouds were parted, leaving a hole that echoed the ice circle on the sea surface. The moonlight was drawn from the sky, and fell along the hole onto the crystal clear ice surface, reflecting a cold and faint glow.

Everything in Eri's domain seems to be absolutely subject to the girl's will.

The helicopter was protected in Eri's territory, carrying the young master of the Sheqi Eight Clan and his followers.

"You're so awesome, Ms. Eri, you're simply unmatched!" Crow looked down from the helicopter at the stunning figure and couldn't help but sigh.

The battlefield that they had fought to defend with their lives was easily defeated five minutes after the girl arrived. Under her power, the bloodthirsty monsters were as fragile as chicks just hatched from eggs.

"Yaksha, you're not being obsessed with Miss Eri's back, are you?" Crow poked Yaksha who was staring at Eri in a trance.

"Hmm?" Yasha came back to his senses, "I was wondering which anime theme song Ms. Eriya was humming. It sounded familiar to me when I passed by her just now."

"What the hell, are you thinking about it? Are the anime that a young girl like Erie-san likes to watch the same type as an old man like you?" Crow curled his lips. "By the way, you don't watch much anime, do you? The last one you watched was before you even graduated from junior high, right? Was it 'Dragon Ball' or 'Saint Seiya'?"

"To be honest, it's actually "Sailor Moon." Yasha looked shy.

Seeing the burly 1.9-meter-tall man imitating Usagi Tsukino's classic moves in "Sailor Moon" with a coquettish look on his face, and reciting the classic line "I will destroy you in the name of the moon" in a pinched voice, Crow was quickly defeated.

Although Crow is smarter than Yasha, and his eloquence as a military advisor is beyond the reach of Yasha, a general, Crow has rarely won in the battles between the two, because Yasha is so disgusting. People without bottom line rarely fail.

Unlike the relaxed and cheerful atmosphere of the funny group, Sakura's expression was much more serious because she noticed that something was wrong with Gen Chisei's mood.

"Is this the power of Tsukuyomi?" Sakura whispered, but her eyes were looking at Genjiro.

Before this, they knew very little about Tsukuyomi Nobuyoshi in the family. They only knew that the head of the Uesugi family was Tsukuyomi Nobuyoshi, and like Minamoto no Chisei who was "Amaterasu Nobuyoshi", they were both indispensable figures in the family.

Yuan Zhisheng quietly lit a cigarette and remained silent.

He is one of the few people in the family who knows Eri's secret. To be more precise, he, the young master, and Masamune Tachibana, the head of the family, are the only ones in the entire Yaki family who know Eri's true appearance. This girl, who looks like a young girl, is actually the Yaki family's most secret weapon.

If the secret party's leaders were here, they would be stunned and speechless. They thought themselves the most powerful of this world, mastering all the mysteries except the dragon race itself. But this girl's existence seemed to transcend the realm of hybrids. Mysticism, alchemy, and word spirits could not explain her power. Eri's abilities seemed to have reached a realm unattainable by mortals... the realm of the gods.

Yuan Zhisheng finished a Mild Seven Stars, but his heart still felt strangely heavy. He pulled out a Partagas cigar in an aluminum tube and a Zippo 75th Anniversary lighter from his lining pocket. This was a "greeting gift" Caesar had given him when they first met. Yuan Zhisheng lit the cigar. It tasted slightly bitter, the tobacco soaked in seawater, giving it a faint salty flavor.

It could also be that he already knew in his heart that the three psychos were most likely dead.

Yuan Zhisheng didn't know what was happening under the deep sea. He thought that even if the three people escaped the group of corpses and the tsunami, the oxygen reserves of the Trieste should have been used up by now. Even if they survived these crises by chance, there would be no possibility of survival in the future.

Because Eri would go below the sea to clear out the remaining corpse guards and the awakened dragon shadow, Mr. Masamune's order to her was to clear out all living creatures except the eight families of Snake. In Eri's current state, she couldn't hear anything, not even what Minamoto no Chisei said.

The girl at this moment is no longer the cute and naive creature like her sister. She is the cold god of death. No one can get close to her. Any creature that steps into her territory will be ruthlessly killed by her with divine power.

Eri suddenly stopped humming, as if sensing something interesting happening beneath the surface. She slowly rose, and the entire ice sheet solidified into a sharp cone. A massive iceberg, inverted and angular, formed beneath her feet, its tip like an incredibly sharp spear.

Eri stood in the center of the ice. More and more spikes formed on the peaks of the iceberg under the sea, like the jagged teeth of a beast.

Eri uttered a series of obscure notes, the purest language of dragons. A thin layer of weaponry faded from her dark crimson pupils, and a crimson-gold light swirled like magma. A massive iceberg, seemingly granted divine pardon, sank to the seafloor, trapping hordes of corpse guards. The girl stood on the upside-down iceberg's base, as if she were atop a divine throne in the sky, slowly descending to earth.

Before the iceberg carrying Eri sank, the helicopter carrying Gen Chisei and his group quickly flew away from the battlefield that buried countless people and monsters.

The moment Eiry's figure completely disappeared from the sea, the sea regained its violent nature. Dark clouds covered the sky again, and the sea was as dark as an eternal night. Heavy rain and strong winds once again filled the world. Huge waves of tens of meters were swept high into the sky and then slammed heavily on the sea. The huge impact force could overturn a 10,000-ton ship in an instant.

Like a sword wielded by a god, the massive iceberg sliced ​​through the seawater with unstoppable force, plummeting towards the ocean floor. The scattered corpses along its path were crushed into tiny fragments by the slicing intent carried by the iceberg's blade, leaving them no room for resistance or struggle.

These living dead who had finally escaped from the underworld sank to the bottom of the sea again and fell into the underworld forever.

……

Three thousand meters below the sea.

The Corrupted Dragon continued to howl with difficulty. This enormous monster possessed a tenacious vitality, making it difficult to kill. However, Lu Mingfei seemed in no hurry to kill it. He was tearing its heart apart bit by bit. The dragon blood awakened in his body by three injections of potion had completely caused him to lose control. At this moment, he was like a demon that had lost its mind, his bones filled with tyranny and cruelty.

Suddenly, Lu Mingfei soared up from the body of the rotten dragon. He looked up towards the sea, as if he had sensed something. The golden pupils under his bony face narrowed slightly, and the golden light converged.

A few seconds later, extreme coldness surged down from the raging sea water above, and a huge iceberg fell from the sky upside down. Countless sharp swords stood on the ice cliffs, like a blue sword rain falling from the sky.

The reflection of the iceberg expanded rapidly in the huge golden eyes of the Corrupted Dragon. The huge monster was shrouded in a bone-chilling breath, and the coldness carried a sense of judgment that cut through everything. The Corrupted Dragon could no longer roar, and could only let out silent wails, trembling and whimpering, like a dying little beast.

The extremely domineering domain wrapped in an iceberg fell on the chest of the Corrupted Dragon, and it was executed by the sword of judgment sent from the sky. It was an absolute will to kill that could not be questioned or resisted. The call of the Kingdom of the Underworld would ring in the ears of the judged criminals. That was the real kingdom of death, with only endless emptiness and darkness.

The entire hard seabed was actually crushed by the falling iceberg. The huge corpse guard king died powerlessly under the sharpest ice spear. The rest of the corpse guards were also unable to move under the shroud of the breath of death. A towering ice cone corresponded to a corpse guard. The monsters could only watch their bodies being pierced mercilessly by the ice cone, and they were so desperate that they couldn't even make a sound.

The iceberg carried countless monsters and fell into the abyss, and the undead souls returned to the underworld again.

A light shadow leaped up from the falling iceberg. The girl's loose witch costume floated in the sea like a white cloud dotted with red clouds. Her small hairpin was washed away by the current. When the figure fell, her long crimson hair fluttered like soft seaweed.

In front of her was the last hideous ghost, emitting a cold and unfamiliar aura.

Unlike the other Shikigami, this figure sensed her arrival before she landed with her domain, avoiding her judgment. Eri's senses were sharp, and she knew this was an unprecedentedly powerful enemy, and it seemed somewhat dangerous.

The girl's eyes were filled with vigilance and indifference. She stared at the figure like a wild beast that could get angry at any moment, and her whole body exuded an aura of "keep away from strangers"... But the man seemed not to notice and walked slowly towards the girl step by step.

Eiry frowned slightly, unsheathed the cherry-red long sword at her waist, and pointed the tip of the sword directly at the man's eyebrows. The dangerous monster continued to walk towards the girl like a puppet.

Chapter 235: Three Thousand Meters Deep Sea, Half a Centimeter Deep

Eri's expression was as cold as the grim reaper.

Those dark red pupils had completely transformed into lava-like red gold, flowing under the beautiful eyebrows. This was Eri's alert look, and the field of "judgment" had been fully opened. The tip of her cherry-red knife pointed directly at the eyebrows of the underwater monster, and the blade was sharp and ruthless.

If she wanted to, she could wantonly take the other's life. All it took was a fleeting thought, followed by a careless swing of the knife. No matter how hard the black bones covering that face were, to her, it was just a harsh, deadly cut. All hardness and fragility would be blurred, and the killing would be in an instant.

But Eri stopped for no reason. She did not immediately sentence the hideous monster to death because she was not a truly indifferent god of death. Hiding behind this powerful force was actually a girl with a girl's heart. She hid in a loose shrine maiden's costume, looking at the world with curiosity... and the strange monster in front of her.

None of this was terrifying to her, but rather refreshing. She had never seen anyone like him, so calm and unfazed when meeting her cold, deathly gaze, like a monster sizing up another monster, neither fear nor panic. They were both so alien to this world, yet they shared no fear of each other, like two monsters... a mutual understanding?

Three thousand meters below the sea, he slowly walked towards her with heavy and unwavering steps.

The monster came to less than a meter in front of Eiry, and Eiry heard it whisper something, but the voice was too small and too hoarse, like a series of split notes rolling out of the throat with difficulty. Even with Eiry's hearing, it was difficult to detect at a distance.