Heavy rain poured down on the sky.

The whole world was drowned in this violent falling rain.

With the violent flickering of the sky tree, it seemed that the world was also flickering in and out, with the sharp and howling wind and rain, just like the devil in the fairy tale stirring up an army of locusts to attack the Kingdom of God.

The killing horn has sounded, the devil is laughing hysterically in the darkness, and all the ghosts below are roaring.

This is such a terrifying scene, but now it seems like it has burst from myth into reality.

There is indeed an army of devils roaring in this stormy night, but they are not attacking the Kingdom of God, but the human world.

In the wind and rain, a series of ferocious dragon-shaped figures roared from the end of the world.

The pale white electric light shines on these dragon-shaped monsters, accompanied by thunder, but it is surprisingly beautiful with an indescribable violence.

Even the most absurd artist cannot paint this scene with such strange and violent beauty.

Just from its appearance, people can feel sincere horror. It represents the ultimate evil and mystery, and it is the evil ghosts who should be suppressed in the last layer of the eighteenth floor of hell.

They have humanoid bodies, covered with iron-gray scales, their hands are dry and twisted, their sharp nails are like daggers, drawing white tangents in the air, and their long python-like tails are swinging seductively behind them.

The huge and rotten membrane wings spread out, covered with fishy mucus and intricately intertwined inscriptions, but they looked more like they were sewn on with surgical threads the day after tomorrow, like the eyes of an evil ghost.

It seems like every inch of these dragon-shaped monsters was made for killing.

Their figures unfolded in the wind and rain, and their rugged bodies and the huge membrane wings stretched out behind them formed a sacred cross. What they brought was not touching and beautiful, but the most ferocious and violent killing intent.

This murderous intention rushed in like a frenzied wave, tearing apart the howling wind and rain in the sky. In an instant, all the water near the Sky Tree shook together, like a rough sea.

These Deadpools possess a powerful sense of attack. They roared out of the wind and rain, vibrating their wings together, causing the accumulated water to roll up layer by layer, and push it higher and higher until they came close to them and turned into a pile of water.

A ferocious giant wave six to seven meters high.

With the huge impact, some small buildings around were severely washed away and collapsed. Countless cars submerged in water were violently swept up by the big waves. They rolled and pushed forward together with the ruins of the buildings, like a powerful destructive force.

A powerful mudslide.

"careful!"

Sakurai Kogure's expression changed.

Because she suddenly saw the pale face of the man wearing a phoenix crown and robe beside her. Under the impact of this violent mudslide, his whole body was carried by the torrent and hit hard towards one side of the curtain wall.

With such ferocious violence, once hit, coupled with the continuous impact from behind, the damage caused cannot be underestimated.

What's more important is that the man next to him doesn't know what huge change has occurred. He has become extremely weak and unable to resist at all. Once he is hit by the mudslide, an accident is likely to occur.

Sakurai Kogure ran quickly through the stagnant water, like a scarlet arrow. She rushed to the other person's side, stretched out her hand to grab the man trapped in the mudslide, but the next moment she saw that

About to hit the curtain wall hard, the girl used herself as a flesh pad to bear the impact forcibly on behalf of the young girl.

Blood flowed from the corners of the girl's white mouth.

But Sakurai Kogure didn't have time to check her own injuries, because although she saved Minamoto Girl in time, when she held him in her arms, she found that the boy was shaking all over.

Yes, the man in front of me, he was supposed to be the powerful dragon king of fierce ghosts, but at this moment he was as weak as a boy.

How could this happen? What happened?

Why did the powerful Dragon King suddenly become so weak?

Sakurai Kogure could feel all the fluctuations in the opponent's body, but she could not feel the powerful aura brought by any bloodline.

It was as if a mysterious force suddenly closed the other party's bloodline door in an instant. The strength in the man's body retreated like a tide, and his whole body felt as if his spine had been ripped out, and even his body temperature dropped rapidly.

Sakurai Kogure immediately protected the other person in her arms, then hugged him directly and jumped to a high ground to take refuge.

Only then did the surrounding members of the fierce ghosts react. Regardless of the impact of the mudslide, they surrounded the two people to form a human wall defense circle.

Now that the king's general is alive and dead and his whereabouts are unknown, the Dragon King can be said to be their only spiritual support, so there is no room for failure.

But now seeing each other's state, they couldn't help but feel surprised and kept asking themselves, is this really their spiritual support all along?

They looked solemnly at the man in a phoenix crown and robes. This was the first time they saw such a weak Dragon King.

In their hearts, the Dragon King has always been powerful and even terrifying.

No matter how difficult the matter is, as long as the Dragon King takes action, it will be solved with overwhelming power, and the process may be a bit bloody.

He can sigh, cry, and even get hurt, but he can't show this weak side, because he is the dragon king of the fierce ghosts and the spiritual support of the entire fierce ghosts, but now he is as weak as a little boy

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It was clear that the battle hadn't started yet, and those dragon-shaped dead servants hadn't really charged in yet, but there was just a banging sound between heaven and earth.

But such a terrifying Dragon King was frightened like this just by the sound of a bang?

They couldn't believe it in their hearts, and they were more willing to believe that something had happened to the Dragon King's own bloodline.

But Sakurai Kogure suddenly thought of this key factor.

Bangzi sound!

Although it was hard to believe, she was almost certain that it was the sound of banging that triggered the man's weakness.

Sakurai Kogure is proficient in the art of hypnosis. She knows that once hypnotized, it is easy to awaken a person's potential personality, that is, another self, or even multiple selves.

The final analysis is that one has an obvious sense of self and a forcible interruption of the sense of subjectivity. Each personality state has unique experiences, conceptions, modes of perception, and even reactions to specific situations. For example, when one is threatened, one can respond to

Changes in one's own personality often lead to severe amnesia.

Seeing the man in this situation, it is very likely that his latent personality has been triggered and he has forgotten his true identity. In the other person's consciousness at this moment, he is just a child in the mountains, but not some dragon king among the fierce ghosts.

Sakurai Kogure was moved when she thought about the scene not long ago of Minamoto, a childlike child in the mountains, looking at the boys and girls kissing each other in the corridor with clear eyes. Maybe that was his other side.

Sakurai Kogure couldn't imagine that the Dragon King, who interprets various characters in Kabuki to life, would actually have another side of his personality.

Is it that child from the mountains?

Why is there such a sad aura? It's like being stabbed through the heart with a long knife by the most important person in life, and then abandoned in a deep well.

Sakurai Kogure held the trembling man tightly in her arms and covered his ears with both hands.

She didn't know if doing this would block the hypnotic effect of the banging sound, but it was the only thing she could do at the moment.

Minamoto Naoko was like a frightened boy, subconsciously hugging Sakurai Kogure's warm body and burying her head in the girl's arms, like a child longing to be loved.

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid..."

In the wind and rain, Sakurai Kogure held the man in her arms and whispered in his ear.

Gradually, the man's frightened and trembling state actually calmed down a lot.

"I hope you can keep this matter in your stomach, otherwise you will know what will happen to you."

Sakurai Kogure warned in a cold voice.

"yes!"

The fierce ghost members around them suddenly stood upright in horror.

Sakurai Kogure ignored it and continued to coax the man in her arms until he calmed down little by little.

The storm was so severe that Minamoto Chisei subconsciously regarded the girl as a warm haven. It was as if she had returned to the small town of Shikatori. Her brother Yuan Chisheng worked for a wealthy family in the town and earned a sum of money to buy him something.

A piece of chocolate cake is so bitter, but it feels like the sweetest taste in the world.

"elder brother."

The man murmured softly and subconsciously hugged Sakurai Kogure tighter.

…

Compared with the sudden accidents on the Menggui people's side, the Sheqi family seemed to be relatively calm.

But this was mainly due to the man in the black trench coat.

At first, facing the dragon-shaped monsters roaring from the sky and the earth, all the members of the Sheqi family present could not help but tremble in their hearts.

Although they are all family elites, even the best among A-level hybrids, each of them has killed a hybrid who lost control and became a deadpool.

But these dragon-shaped deadpools have almost transcended the category of deadpools, and even have a sense of fear that makes them face pure-blooded dragons. This kind of terrifying oppression directly awakens the deepest fear in their hearts.

However, just when they were feeling frightened and uneasy, a majestic deep shout suddenly sounded here.

With a clang, Yuan Zhisheng, who was at the front, pulled out the azure long sword behind him. The spider cut out of the sheath and slashed out a huge arc-shaped sword.

The surging wave was directly cut through it, and immediately turned into a waterfall and rolled back toward both sides.

By the time the family members came to their senses, the impact had vanished, and there was only that standing figure left in the world, wearing a black trench coat that sounded like a battle flag. That was the figure that the eight Sheqi families had not fallen in for hundreds of years.

down flag.

"Master..."

All the members in the audience were shocked and subconsciously shouted out this majestic honorific.

Not long ago, they had received news from the family that their master, Masamune Nagatachibana, was paralyzed in bed due to a sudden accident, and that the young master, Gen Zhisheng, would take over immediately and become the new head of the eight Sheqi families.

Although Yuan Zhisheng has always had a high prestige in the hearts of the Sheqiba family, he is still very young after all, and no one knows whether he is qualified for this position that is related to the fate of the family.

But the harsh scene that the man presented now was simply shocking.

Everyone seemed to have taken a reassurance, and the originally frightened atmosphere suddenly turned into a fierce fighting spirit.
To be continued...