The island nation across the way—
A giant snake with eight heads leisurely slapped the surface of the sea, while a group of Onmyoji (yin-yang masters) on the shore kept feeding the snake.
The foreign sorcerers, seeing clearly what they were feeding, looked both disgusted and resentful.
Ivan fiddled with the crystal ball in his palm.
"Oh my god! They actually fed a snake to their own people!"
What a bunch of perverted and sick bastards! I'll never come to this filthy place again after this; it only taints my crystal ball.
Spahn Cheebo, a Southeast Asian sorcerer, looked on with enjoyment, saying, "Listen, what a beautiful sound."
Just then, his attendant came from behind and respectfully handed him a glass bottle.
"Sir, this is a gift from China, hair and nails belonging to a woman named Ruan Xianxian."
Spahn snatched it away, staring at the few strands of black hair and a fingernail inside, his face filled with fanaticism and obsession.
The bottle was gripped tightly with all five fingers.
The divine messenger Carlo Ventske looked over and asked, "So? With this, are you confident you can capture her alive?"
Spencer's expression was one of fanaticism and confidence. "Yes, more than just yes, I must capture her and make her my insect servant."
He couldn't imagine that if he could gain the ability to communicate with insects and worms through Ruan Xianxian, no one would be his match in the world of witchcraft and worms in the future.
"Hahaha!" Thinking of this, he couldn't help but burst into laughter.
The attendant looked troubled, and Spencer, noticing his expression, raised an eyebrow. "Is there anything else?"
The attendant swallowed hard and relayed the message from China, "The Chinese who provided this asked me to convey this to you..."
They gave us the goods, and the Holy Alliance should keep its promise, otherwise, otherwise…
"What else?" Taro Asayama, who was watching the Yamata no Orochi, suddenly turned around and asked.
With the eyes of many Holy Alliance bigwigs fixed on him, the follower was so nervous that his skin tightened. He simply gritted his teeth, closed his eyes, and spilled everything out like beans from a bamboo tube.
"What they mean is, otherwise they'll urgently transfer your people back to Bureau 749 and back to headquarters. No matter how capable you are, you won't be able to achieve your goal."
Everyone's face darkened.
Carlo looked at Taro Asayama, his questioning gaze clear: the idea was his, and he was the one who contacted the Chinese side.
Taro Asayama laughed, a laugh that possessed an extreme sense of perversion and malice.
"Back then, didn't the invasion of China leave behind a lot of traitors? Go, go and hand over the list of these useless people, let them fight like dogs."
He couldn't help but click his tongue in amazement. "Tsk! So much time has passed, and they're still just as stupid. If I said they were handing over their influence in China, people would actually believe me."
This made Carlo laugh. It was just so stupid that someone would believe such nonsense!
I wonder if those old guys would be so angry they'd vomit blood and die if they found out that someone in China was doing business with them in private?
Suddenly, a pale and handsome young man in a tailcoat appeared out of thin air behind the crowd. His appearance was completely silent.
Mysterious, eerie, and noble, a faint fragrance of roses filled the air.
Dracula's voice was beautiful, and as soon as he spoke, everyone turned around.
"Stupid? You can't see through such a simple and easy-to-understand method of eliminating dissidents? Who's the stupid one here?"
Taro Asayama cursed inwardly: "You stinky bat!"
He bowed respectfully, saying, "Your Highness Dracula, welcome."
"No!" Dracula's face held a disdainful, composed, and noble air, as if he were smiling but not smiling.
"I'm not here to see you guys. There's a more interesting guy over there. I'm leaving!"
His departure was as silent as his arrival; some with sharp eyes seemed to have spotted a pair of black wings as Dracula left.
"Lord Carlo?" Ma Shan looked anxiously at the messenger, who was only looking in the direction Dracula had left, and after a moment spoke in a deep voice:
"Don't worry, Dracula loves to play, but he knows his limits."
He didn't know his words would become a self-fulfilling prophecy: Dracula truly... loved!
Ma Shan recalled the previous topic: was China's move foolish, or was it a way to eliminate dissidents and kill people with a knife? How could he not see that?
It's only beneficial to our side, so we don't care!
"My lord, why do you think those four people would use this opportunity to get rid of Ruan Xianxian? In another country, her abilities would surely have made her a goddess, wouldn't they?"
I really don't understand.
Suddenly, the Yamata no Orochi, which was enjoying its "steaming legs" in the sea, paused, and one of its ferocious snake heads turned sharply toward China.
At the same time, those with strong perception sensed a powerful, vast, and irrefutable force emanating from the east.
Taro Asayama's expression changed drastically. "Why did he make his move so early? Orochi!"
The enormous serpent's tail slammed against the sea, whipping up towering waves, while a ferocious serpent's head opened its massive mouth and hissed towards the sky.
Starting from the direction the snake's head points, ripples spread out in circles across the water.
Legend has it that the Yamata no Orochi has eight heads, each of which governs a law.
It was by using the water principles of Yamata no Orochi to manipulate ocean currents that the largest typhoon observed this year was able to be guided eastward.
Yagi gathers its strength; water is its domain.
Suddenly, a towering column of water crashed down from above.
Orochi suddenly raised its head, and all eight heads moved at the same time, letting out a hiss towards the enormous creature above them. All eight pairs of vertical pupils lit up with the same intense hatred.
"A dragon!" someone exclaimed. "It's the real dragon of China!"
"Hiss! Hah! Moo..." Different kinds of cries came from the eight snake mouths, and in response, another jet of water shot out.
Countless years ago, he was a sea snake in the ocean, dreaming of one day transforming into a dragon.
It was the Emperor, the Emperor of Japan, who turned it into what it is today. He became stronger, but he also lost the right to become a dragon forever.
He hated the Emperor, but he hated the dragon even more!
The giant snake tail, which had been coiled beneath the water's surface for hundreds of meters, suddenly shot out, leaping into the air. Golden light and lightning flashed from its mouth, and attacks hurtled straight toward the black dragon.
This scene stunned everyone. Asayama Taro came to his senses and roared hoarsely at the sky, "Lord Yamata no Orochi, come back!"
The snake ignored them; it only wanted to kill the dragon!
Ma Shan's face suddenly turned cold, and he began to chant an obscure incantation.
The figure chasing Orochi suddenly stopped, its vertical pupils flashing with pain. Looking at the huge figure shaking its head and wagging its tail above its head, its vertical pupils flashed with a scarlet color, and it chased after it without regard for anything else.
Once the members of the Holy Alliance used their abilities to take to the air, there was no trace of the dragon and the snake.
Ma Shan was furious and enraged, staring at the direction the two beasts had left and roaring incessantly!
A deep, sinister look appeared in his eyes.
As expected, Orochi is becoming increasingly uncontrollable, and no one knows what that snake is thinking!
Ruan Xianxian, the island nation must obtain Ruan Xianxian, who can communicate with Orochi!
Otherwise, as this snake grows stronger, one day it will completely break free from Jiuju's control.
...
The very next instant that Orochi followed the black dragon.
Blood flowed more and more from the corner of Liu Wenjin's mouth. At a certain moment, he seemed to sense something and suddenly spat out the last word mixed with blood and foam.
"Taiwan Strait, ocean currents, change course, open!"
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