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She was someone who could easily control her own destiny by simply taking half a step forward, yet she always chose to give up at the last minute!
The initial personality traits could be attributed to the "environment," but what about later?
After thinking about it, I decided to choose an original character that was more "us," just like most people who have read "Dragon Raja."
Choose to change! To end these regrets!
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Chapter 85 Apocalyptic Catastrophe (Seeking first subscription!)
The Lenin shipwreck was taken over by a parasitic ancient dragon embryo, which used it as a breeding ground for its own incubation. Over the years, even the steel had been assimilated into its own part.
Thick blood vessels emerged from beneath its belly and flowed into the seabed. The blood of the ancient dragon flowed from the Lenin to the entire ancient city, seemingly nourishing this dead city like a spring.
As the tremors intensified, the seabed began to crack, and thick, black blood plasma filled the dark fissures.
In terms of alchemy, Cao Han was a complete novice because he had never devoured a pure-blooded dragon of the bronze and fire lineage. However, just by looking at it, one could tell that it was a bloody alchemy of some kind of black magic ritual, with the dragon blood flowing from the Lenin irrigating the city.
And this shaky ancient city seems to be awakening!
"It seems there's a slight discrepancy in the memory. It appears that the White King didn't resurrect by parasitizing the ancient dragon embryo, but rather absorbed the essence of the entire ancient dragon embryo in an attempt to reshape his sacred remains."
Cao Han could understand this, since no matter what, other people's bodies are definitely not as good as his own.
"That's a bit of a sham. Trying to use sheer numbers before even meeting in person... a 'sea of people' tactic."
Crimson mist gushed from the cracks in the underground of the ancient city ruins, and the dragon blood flowing from the bottom of the ruins spread out. Slender creatures crawled out of the cracks, tearing apart the amniotic sac covering them. Their bodies gleamed with a metallic luster, and their pupils were a ferocious gold.
Because of their long period of dormancy, they are not yet able to control their bodies well, and for the time being they can only crawl on the seabed, twisting their slender lower bodies.
But as they crawled, they gradually absorbed the power of the dragon blood surging from the ground and regained their power from the ancient times. As they crawled, they suddenly stood up, while their lower bodies slithered rapidly on the ground.
The divine command kept their emotionless golden gaze fixed on the man standing in the center.
After letting out an astonishing roar, thousands of them launched a suicide attack on the man who stood motionless in the center.
“A hybrid with a snake tail and a human body is quite rare,” Cao Han said softly. “Since you want to stall for time, I’ll play with these small fry for a bit.”
He drew the black knife he carried with him. The water pressure at a depth of over 8000 meters could not stop the sharpness of this alchemical knife, and its gold content continued to rise.
Praise be to that nameless half-blood in Valhalla!
They actually contributed such top-tier loot!
If it were any other dragon slayer, they would naturally think of taking advantage of the White King's unpreparedness before he fully awakens.
Only someone like Cao Han, with ulterior motives, would turn the tables on such a scheme.
He was worried that if the White King wasn't given enough time to awaken, and the reward for killing him was calculated based on some next-generation species, then it would be a huge loss.
"Besides... one should still have some public morality. If I let you monstrous creatures run rampant in human society and commit murder, then it would be my mistake," Cao Han murmured softly.
As for the countless corpse guardians and ghost-toothed dragon vipers overhead, those little creatures can be dealt with using technology even if they enter human society, so I can't be bothered to bother with them.
It's too late to say.
The fastest of the first batch of human-bodied, snake-tailed hybrids launched themselves forward with a sudden burst of speed when they were still about one or two meters away from Cao Han.
Lacking any sharp weapons, they can only choose the most primitive methods of attack: claws and fangs.
If it were a weaker hybrid, it would inevitably be overwhelmed and unable to cope when faced with a human wave tactic. Unfortunately, they encountered Cao Han.
In Cao Han's hands, the black knife required no skill whatsoever. The dark blade drew an arc in the air, and various limbs and fragments flew through the air.
These beasts, who have completely lost their minds and only know primitive fighting methods, will not stop because of death. On the contrary, the strong smell of blood further stimulates their bloodthirsty instincts.
One after another, death is the only fate that belongs to these snake-like hybrids.
With a swish, Cao Han cleaved the four snake-like hybrids in two. One of them, though only its upper body remained, still opened its foul-smelling mouth. The sudden pressure caused Cao Han to be unable to dodge and was bitten on the left arm.
Cao Han felt a binding sensation and a slight stinging pain, like being bitten by a mosquito, on his left forearm. His expression did not change. He simply raised the hilt of his knife and smashed it. The head of the snake-like hybrid that was biting his forearm shattered like a watermelon, and blood and bone fragments splattered everywhere.
The sudden feeling of pressure made Cao Han realize one thing: it seems that not all of these hybrids who have broken free from the seal and awakened are mindless beasts; some of them are actually capable of using incantations.
"It should be the Word of Power of the White King's bloodline. It might be interesting if it is Genjiro who releases it."
With swords drawn and slashing, the serpentine hybrids continued to pounce, seemingly endless in all directions, launching a brutal, suicidal attack one after another under the command of their gods.
This can delay the opponent and also deplete their strength.
Unfortunately, Bai Wang misjudged Cao Han's strength; such an attack posed no threat to Cao Han's seemingly bottomless stamina.
If someone were to look down from above at this moment, they would witness a truly breathtaking scene.
Centered on Cao Han, the area was filled with small mountains of snake-shaped hybrids in various dead states. The corrosive, pungent, dark red blood almost overwhelmed the blood flowing from the ancient dragon embryo.
This one-sided massacre lasted for five hours. Of the tens of thousands of snake-like hybrids, not one was spared, but the last one fell in two on Cao Han's blade.
However, for Him, all the sacrifices were worthwhile.
At the same time, the ground of the entire ancient city ruins began to crack. This time, instead of cracks like scars, huge creatures hidden underground broke out of the ground.
He absorbed and devoured everything he could, turning it all into his own power, just so that he would have enough strength to face Cao Han.
The essence of the ancient dragon embryo, the last giant corpse guardian, and countless blood descendants who once lived in this Takamagahara could not escape their fate.
His entire body was covered in fine white silk, making him look like a giant cocoon, with a hideous long tail trailing behind him.
"I've been waiting for you for a long time!"
Forced to retreat again and again due to the collapse of the ancient city, Cao Han looked up at the huge white cocoon in front of him and subconsciously licked his dry lips.
The white silk cocoon did nothing to diminish the overwhelming aura of a king that emanated from the once supreme White Emperor!
Standing before this giant white cocoon, Cao Han felt like a tiny ant, only qualified to look up in awe.
"Rip—tearing—" The sound of Cao Han's diving suit being violently torn rang out. "As expected, I still have to transform back into dragon form to fight this monster."
First, the huge bone wings tore open Cao Han's back ribs, and veins and wing membranes gradually appeared on the bone wings. At the same time, his body was like an inflating balloon, constantly expanding and growing larger in place.
As it grows to a certain size, it instinctively lands on all fours, its head contorted in a ferocious display of power, sharp claws, and a long tail, before its entire body is covered in pale white scales...
"Roar!!!"
Having fully regained his dragon form, Cao Han felt an urge to speak out. Then, as his abdomen swelled and expanded, he roared furiously at the white cocoon in front of him.
The battle to slay the gods is about to begin.
Cao Han, who was completely focused on the upcoming battle with the awakened White King, was unaware that during the process of the White King gradually awakening, the island nation 8400 meters above their heads had fallen into a scene of apocalyptic panic and was in complete chaos!
Let's go back in time to about five hours ago.
At the same time that Cao Han arrived smoothly at the burial site of the gods and awakened the White King.
Lucy Pallas, who had just left Yamanashi Prefecture, immediately contacted Finger and arranged to meet him in Tokyo.
“Finger, our junior told us to find a place with high enough terrain, and then all we need to do is protect ourselves and not worry about anything else.”
"clear."
Fingel naturally understood what Lucy Pallas's appearance meant.
He knew that he couldn't offer any help to Cao Han when he was slaying the dragon, but he certainly couldn't be a "burden".
The location where they hid had been discussed and scouted in advance. It was a residential building located at the highest point in Tokyo, where an ordinary family of six originally lived.
After Fingel gave the other party a number they couldn't refuse, the whole family happily moved away from there.
Initially, it was the Tokyo Metropolitan Meteorological Bureau that detected a minor earthquake of magnitude 3.2 in Tokyo Bay.
Such a minor earthquake is not even worth making a fuss about in earthquake-prone Japan; at most, it might only attract the continued attention of a certain employee.
However, what happened next far exceeded the expectations of meteorological researchers and even experts.
By the time they realized something was wrong, it was already too late!
Geological and atmospheric changes unprecedented in decades swept through Tokyo in less than half an hour.
The printer spewed out recording paper like crazy, and the chief research expert, Miyamoto Sawa, frantically snatched the results to look at them. The steep curves overflowed the effective range of the paper, and the instruments installed on the near-shore seabed had lost their ability to monitor the tides.
The tidal bore, reaching heights of 100 meters, swept away and destroyed all the buoys and monitoring equipment set up by the Tokyo Meteorological Bureau. As a result, the Tokyo Meteorological Bureau was completely unaware of the impending crisis. Just over ten minutes earlier, they were drinking coffee and discussing which brothels offered the best value for money, just like usual.
The breakwaters near Tokyo Bay were rendered useless by the 100-meter-high tsunami. The seawater intruded into the land in the blink of an eye, and the tidal surge advanced inland at a speed of 80 kilometers per hour. The third tidal surge reached Shinjuku Ward.
In just over ten minutes, a third of Tokyo was submerged by seawater.
Needless to say, the port area, which was the first to be hit by the tsunami, was completely reduced to ruins. Giant ships weighing tens of thousands of tons were swept away by the unprecedented tsunami and crashed through the breakwater. Houses were torn up in large numbers, the cross-sea bridge collapsed, and tens of thousands of containers were submerged by the tide.
Even so, the intensity of the disaster continues to rise!
Faced with such a natural disaster, human power seems so insignificant; it seems that all we can do is pray...
But when it comes to the moment of prayer, desperate people are at a loss as to which god to pray to for salvation.
Misfortunes never come singly!
The strange phenomena brought about by the White King's awakening were not only the tsunami triggered by the earthquake, but also the gale-force winds of level 12 and torrential rain.
It's as if all the natural disasters that people in this world can recognize have chosen to gather in Japan, this island nation, in a very short period of time.
"Dr. Miyamoto! Dr. Miyamoto! The High-Ranking Official's residence has called, demanding an immediate explanation from the Meteorological Bureau: why was there no forecast? Why was there no forecast?" The young operator shouted into the phone, his face contorted with a menacing expression.
However, Miyamoto ignored everyone and ran straight to the terrace, his fierce gaze fixed on the west, as if his mortal enemy was hidden in the clouds there.
Maybe a minute or two minutes have passed.