Chapter 163: Sword of Scourge
"Damn it! Ange, what kind of monsters are there in Japan!" Flamel, the vice-president of Kassel College, code-named "Night Watchman", was so overwhelmed by the breath of chaotic elements as soon as he stepped out of the cabin door of the special plane.
His usually calm face was now filled with panic and anxiety. The night sky of Tokyo was filled with strange energy fluctuations. The violent elemental turbulence surged like a tide, and even the air became sticky and heavy.
"Vice Principal! Should we reconsider our plan? Or..." A technician from the equipment department said with a trembling voice, and quickly picked up the equipment box he had just put down, as if he was afraid that the sky would collapse in the next second. He took a few steps back, obviously not mentally prepared for this unknown force.
What's worse is that when other members of Cassel's equipment department saw this, they also began to follow him and retreat towards the plane. Some even climbed up the gangway and tried to get back into the plane's safety cabin.
"Stop right there!" Flamel was so angry that he blew his beard and glared. He slammed the hatch and stopped the subordinates who were about to run away. "You are from Kassel Academy, not a tour group! You just arrived in Tokyo, and you are going to run back? You are the equipment department, and you are going to run for your lives before you have even finished dismantling the equipment?"
"But, Vice President... the element fluctuations here are too weird." Another technician whispered, his forehead covered with cold sweat. He wiped the sweat off his face and raised the detector in his hand with trembling hands. "The energy index here has exceeded the safety standard by dozens of times! Our equipment can't hold out for much longer..."
"This... is even more terrifying than the depths of the Nibelung!" another technician muttered to himself.
Just as he finished speaking, a deafening explosion was heard in the distance. The entire Tokyo night sky was lit up by a blazing fire, as if a new sun was rising from the horizon. Immediately afterwards, a scorching shock wave rolled in. Even the tarmac several kilometers away could feel the suffocating heat and vibration.
"Oh my God!" A member of the equipment department was shocked and staggered, almost falling to the ground. He turned around to look in the direction of the explosion, and saw a beam of light intertwined with black and white rising into the sky, accompanied by large amounts of flames and smoke. The scene was like the end of the world.
"Anger!" Flamel turned to look at Anger, the principal of Kassel Academy, who was standing not far away, with a tone of fear and anger that was difficult to conceal, "What is going on? What is happening here in Tokyo? Why didn't they even tell us the intelligence before we arrived? This is not a place for humans to stay!"
Angers stood in the strong wind, his white hair was blown into a mess, but there was no wavering on his face, still with that stern expression, as if all this chaos was within his expectations. He raised his head and looked towards the center of the explosion in the distance. The horrific energy confrontation was still going on, and the strong wind, thunder, fire and darkness intertwined into a shocking doomsday picture.
"This is not an ordinary battlefield, this is the arena of the gods." Angers spoke coldly, his eyes were deep, and there was a hint of inexplicable excitement in his tone, "Tokyo is no longer an ordinary battlefield. A game of the Dragon King is being played here, and we are here to break their chess game."
"The Dragon King's game?" Flamel was stunned for a moment, then his face turned pale. He pointed at the energy turbulence in the distance, "You mean, these elemental turbulences and this destructive aura are all caused by the dragons fighting?! Could it be that the Dragon King has revived in Tokyo?"
Ange did not answer, but raised his hand and pointed at the sky in the distance. Everyone looked in the direction of his finger and immediately took a breath of cold air -
In the distant night sky, a dark sun was suspended, and its dark core swallowed up the light like an abyss, but at its edge, a scorching corona flame burned, like the ultimate scene of the junction of hell and heaven. Under the sun was a young man holding two swords. His thin figure formed a sharp contrast with the terrifying power.
"Who is that?" Manstein's eyes widened, with a hint of shock in his tone, "How could a human being cause such a scene?"
Angers eyes did not move away, his voice was low and calm: "He is Lu Mingfei..."
"Lu Mingfei..." Manstein murmured the name, his pupils shrinking slightly. He knew that Lu Mingfei was very strong but he didn't expect him to be so strong.
"Our mission in Tokyo is to prevent this dragon game from completely destroying the city." Angers turned to look at the members of the equipment department, his tone icy but with an unquestionable power, "So, put away your timidity and take off all your equipment! The dragon hunters of Kassel Academy will not retreat because of a dragon storm."
The people in the equipment department looked at each other in bewilderment, and finally gritted their teeth and began to move the equipment, while Flamel covered his forehead and sighed: "Damn it! This time we are really in big trouble..."
“What do we do now?”
"Let's head to the Red Well now," said Angers.
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Deep in the Red Well, the bloody odor was so thick that it was suffocating. The air was filled with a strong smell of corruption, and the surrounding walls were covered with dried dark red bloodstains, as if this place had once been the site of a crazy sacrifice.
Countless broken corpses were scattered on the ground, both human and hunter. Some of the corpses had been rotten to the point of being unrecognizable, but they exuded a strange sense of oppression, as if each corpse carried some unspeakable power.
Flamel raised his hands to cover his mouth and nose, trying to resist the disgusting smell, but when his eyes fell on the huge corpse in the middle of the red well, he instantly forgot to breathe. He stood still, his pupils suddenly contracted, as if something was grabbing his heart.
"What... is that?" His voice became hoarse due to shock, even a little out of control. He moved forward step by step until he got close to the corpse and finally saw its full appearance.
It was a corpse beyond imagination, as if it came from a nightmare of ancient times. Its body was almost split in half, but the broken outline still exuded a kind of oppression that could not be looked at directly. The white scales like steel were all over its body, and the texture that was difficult to be damaged by swords reminded people of the most terrifying beasts. Eight huge heads lay around the corpse, as if they were chopped off by some destructive force. The sharp teeth on each head had not yet completely closed, and one could even vaguely see coagulated blood flowing out of the throat. It seemed that the ferocity before death had not yet dissipated.
"Yamata no Orochi..." Flamel murmured to himself. He had never thought that the mythical monster in the legend actually existed and would appear before his eyes in such a shocking manner.
Angers stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes calm but deep as if he could penetrate the mist of time and history. He did not answer Flamel immediately, but slowly turned around and looked at a body covered with scars but still heroic on the other side of the ground. The body obviously belonged to a human man, but the huge penetrating wound on his chest completely cut off his life. Angers stared at him for a long time before sighing: "Uesugi Yue... another old friend is gone."
Hearing this, Flamel's back stiffened slightly. He turned his head to look at Ange, and his voice trembled: "Uesugi Yue... the head of the Snake Eight Clan? How did he die? Could it be... this thing did it too?"
"That's right." Angé retracted his gaze and walked to the side of the Yamata no Orochi's corpse. The two dragonized female corpses that emerged from the cracked chests caught his attention. The two corpses were covered in dark golden scales. Even the dead bodies were still full of powerful tension. There were still human outlines in their dragonized faces, especially one of the corpses. Her messy black hair and slightly soft outlines made people vaguely feel that she might have been extremely beautiful when she was alive.
Flamel finally couldn't help but strode forward. His eyes were firmly attracted by the two corpses, and his eyes were full of shock and confusion: "Who are they? They have completely turned into dragons...but their faces look like humans."
Ange tilted his head slightly and said calmly: "They are the Amaterasu and Tsukuyomi from the Japanese legend."
"Amaterasu and Tsukuyomi?" Flamel was stunned. It was obvious that he was familiar with the name. "You mean, the sun god and moon god in Japanese mythology? This, this is impossible! They are just legendary gods, how could they appear in this form?"
"Myths are never just myths. These so-called gods are nothing more than projections of the dragon race in human history. These two corpses are two extremely powerful beings among the hybrids. They used their lives to seal the Yamata no Orochi. Otherwise, Japan would have become a wasteland thousands of years ago."
Flamel's eyes widened. "They sealed the Yamata no Orochi with their bodies? So, this incarnation of the White King has not fully revived?"
"But now, their seal has failed. The bodies of these people you saw, and Uesugi Yue... they all died in the attempt to stop the White King from reviving, but in the end, they failed." Angé said.
Flamel couldn't help but take a step back: "The White King...has revived?"
Ange turned his gaze to the corpse of Yamata no Orochi, and a hint of suppressed anger and cold murderous intent emerged in his cold eyes: "Yes, the White King has revived, and now its body has broken free from all restraints. The turmoil in Tokyo is a sign of his resurrection."
"What we have to do next is to kill the White King."
"Principal, vice principal, according to Norma's report, a tsunami is about to hit Japan!" At this time, Finkel ran down in a panic and said.
"Tsunami?" Flamel's face turned pale when he heard the word. He turned to Finkel abruptly, with a hint of disbelief in his tone, "You mean... now? A tsunami will hit here soon?"
Finkel nodded and added with a gasp, "Norma reported that the scale of the tsunami is extremely rare, almost unprecedented, and... according to calculations, the source of the tsunami is likely to be the crustal movement caused by the revival of the White King. Damn it! We may not only have to face the White King, but also a natural disaster!"
Flamel clenched his teeth, looking as if he had just swallowed a bitter pill. He couldn't help but curse, "Natural disaster? This is a supernatural disaster! What on earth does that bastard White King want to do?! Is he planning to sink the entire Japan directly into the sea?!"
Angers remained expressionless, seemingly unshaken by the sudden bad news. He looked up at Finkel and asked calmly, "How far have the secret weapons of the Equipment Department been prepared?" Finkel spread his hands helplessly, "Uh... they did send some heavy weapons over before, but they haven't been used yet. Now that the technicians heard that a tsunami is coming, they all ran away, and some even tried to carry the weapons on the plane!"
“What?!” Flamel was completely furious, with his hands on his hips, cursing: “What a bunch of cowards! They ran away without even leaving their equipment behind? Do they want to go back and report to the school board? I haven’t even run away yet! But they ran faster than anyone else!”
Finkel shrugged and said helplessly, "These lunatics usually only deal with steel parts and explosives. When they encounter a real Dragon King-level crisis, it's good enough that they can stand and not faint."
"These bastards!" Flamel stamped his feet in anger, then looked at Ange and asked tentatively: "Ange, can we still hold on in this situation? Now even the support of the equipment department is unreliable, and there is a tsunami outside. This is a double disaster!"
Ange narrowed his eyes slightly, his gaze swept across the corpse of the Yamata no Orochi, and said in a deep voice: "The equipment department can't escape. I have guessed this would happen. I have asked Caesar and others to get rid of the plane. Our mission must not stop. The power of the White King's resurrection is constantly expanding. It will continue to disrupt the natural order of Japan and may even cause a larger-scale disaster. If we can't kill it completely before it fully recovers, this catastrophe will affect the entire world. No one can leave before the White King is dead."
"You are so cruel, old man. That's your private plane..." Flamel muttered in a low voice.
Ange turned around, his tone cold and decisive: "Anything can be sacrificed in front of the dragon slayer, including myself."
"By the way, Principal, Gattuso just sent a message saying that they will send their war weapons to support us and bring Caesar back at the same time." Finkel continued.
"Hahaha, it seems that the Gattuso family can't sit still. Their family heir is still in Tokyo. That kid Caesar won't run away so easily." Flamel laughed.
"Report to the principal, the Gattuso family has transferred the launch rights of their secret weapon, the Sword of Retribution, to me." At this time, Norma's voice came from the laptop computer that Finkel carried with him.
"What is the Sword of Punishment?" asked Angé.
"The Sword of Condemnation is a space-based weapon. It is a metal rod about 6 meters long made of high-density tungsten, manganese and uranium. They are released from space and fall to the ground entirely due to gravity. The tail fin is responsible for adjusting the orbit. It also carries a small nuclear warhead that can destroy an area of several kilometers at the moment of hitting the target. In two hours, the Sword of Condemnation will enter the sky over Japan." Norma reported.
When Flamel heard this, he froze in place for a moment, his expression changing from shock to fear to anger, and finally he could only squeeze out one sentence: "Damn it! Is this thing here to kill the White King or destroy Tokyo?!"
Finkel poked Flamel with his elbow and added with a sly smile, "So you know how much the Gattuso family is willing to spend to turn a dragon-slaying war into a global disaster movie. Don't worry, they probably think Tokyo is already in such a mess, so it's not a loss to throw the 'Sword of Condemnation' there."
Angers frowned slightly, but his expression did not fluctuate at all, and he remained terrifyingly calm. He raised his head slightly and looked at the sky in the distance, as if calculating the destructive power of this weapon. After a while, he spoke coldly: "The Sword of Heaven's Punishment is indeed the most powerful weapon against the White King, but the cost of using it is too high. Tokyo still has millions of people. If this destructive weapon is used improperly, the consequences will be unbearable."
"Principal!" Finkel couldn't help but shout, "Don't you always advocate sacrificing everything to slay the dragon? Why are you hesitating this time? If the Sword of Scourge, like the 'rod of God', were to smash down, not to mention the White King, even if he were to revive and become God, he would be smashed back!"
"Dragon slaying is never indiscriminate killing." Ange's voice was unquestionable, and his eyes were as sharp as a knife. "We hunt dragons to protect humans, not to create new disasters. The Sword of Scourge can be used, but its accuracy must be guaranteed and it cannot hurt innocent people."
"Norma," Ange looked up at the computer in Fingel's hand, "Can the White King's position be accurately located? How much influence does his current energy field interference have on orbit calculations?"
Norma's voice was calm and precise: "The White King's position can be locked, but his energy field does interfere with the trajectory correction. According to current data analysis, the hit rate is about ."
"Only 68%?" Flamel slapped his forehead, almost collapsing, "What about the remaining 30%? Where will it hit? Don't tell me it might just evaporate Tokyo Bay!"
Norma replied calmly: "According to calculations, if the Sword of Heaven's Wrath had missed the White King, it would have likely deviated from the target center area and landed near Tokyo Bay, generating a devastating shock wave that would have likely triggered a super earthquake."
"What's the difference between this and destroying Tokyo directly!" Flamel almost jumped up, "Anger, we can't take this risk! 68% hit rate? Why not just roll the dice!"
Norma's mechanical voice was emotionless: "If we use the ground guidance device, it can be increased to 91%. However, the guidance device needs someone to go deep into the core area where the White King is located to deploy it."
"Ground guidance device?" Flamel's eyebrows jumped. "Wait, you mean... someone has to rush to the White King to place the guidance device? That would be a death sentence!"
"That's why we must choose the most suitable candidate." Angé said calmly, his eyes sweeping across everyone and finally stopping on Finkel.
"Principal! Don't look at me!" Finkel immediately held his head with both hands, his face horrified. "I'm just an information officer. The protagonist's mission has nothing to do with me! The only things I'm good at are running errands, being funny, and running away from the battlefield!"
Angers raised the corner of his mouth slightly with a hint of sneer: "Don't worry, I never expected you to complete this task."
As he spoke, he turned his head and looked into the distance, and a tall figure walked out from the shadows - Caesar Gattuso, wearing a black windbreaker, holding a Desert Eagle, with a firm look in his eyes.
"Caesar," Ange said, his tone carrying an irresistible majesty, "You are the heir of the Gattuso family and one of the best dragon hunters in Kassel Academy. Only you can complete this mission."
Caesar smiled softly, as if he had already anticipated his fate. He brushed his short blond hair with his hand, his eyes revealing arrogance and fearlessness: "Of course, this is my responsibility and my honor. Since the White King dares to revive, I will send it back to zero completely."
"Are you crazy?" Flamel's eyes widened and he grabbed Caesar by the collar. "Do you know what it means to rush into the White King's core area? That means shaking hands with the god of death!"
Caesar gently pushed away Flamel's hand with a hint of unruly smile on his face: "Don't worry, Vice Principal, people like us have always danced with death. Rather than letting this disaster spread, it is better for me to dance the most gorgeous dance on the edge of a knife."
Anger nodded and turned to look at Norma: "How long will it take for the Sword of Scourge to adjust its trajectory?"
"We have one hour and forty-five minutes to enter the airspace over Japan, but the deployment of the guidance device must be completed within thirty minutes, otherwise we will not be able to carry out precision strikes." Norma replied.
"Okay," Ange whispered, "Fingal, immediately contact all personnel on the scene and fully support Caesar to complete the task of guiding the device."
Finkel hugged his computer with tears in his eyes: "Why do I have to participate in such high-risk missions every time! Can't I just watch the show remotely?"
"Because you run the fastest." Caesar patted his shoulder and smiled meaningfully, "Don't worry, you won't die easily with me here."
"That's really a reassuring thing to say..." Finkel rolled his eyes.
Flamel sighed helplessly and looked at Ange: "You are always so cruel and ruthless. I hope this plan will succeed."
Ange said solemnly: "For the sake of humanity, we have no way out."
(End of this chapter)
