Know Yourself in the Dragon World

Chapter 344 The Mistaken End (1)

"General Wang?" Yuan Zhisheng was confused and rushed forward to support Yuan Zhinu.

"He's not General Wang." Han Qiu felt that he looked familiar, and he had definitely seen him somewhere before. "Leave it to me."

Yuan Zhisheng nodded and ordered the people from the Executive Bureau not to disturb Han Qiu.

Xia Mi asked Han Qiu in a low voice: "Have we seen him somewhere?"

Xia Mi had also seen it? Then Han Qiu had the answer and was sure who it was.

That's right, how could I do such a thing myself?

Just leave it to the sharpest blade.

"Long time no see." Han Qiu greeted familiarly: "I didn't expect you to come here. I thought you would never dare to set foot in Japan in your lifetime."

The masked man in the suit was not surprised that Han Qiu recognized him. "The academy is being played around by you guys. If we don't do something, I'm afraid things will be very difficult to deal with."

There is a tacit understanding between the two.

This kind of tacit understanding was beyond the expectations of the man in the suit and mask, but it was under Han Qiu's control.

Han Qiu already knew that relying on his passion alone would make the road ahead very difficult. If he wanted to stand on the stage and be the center of attention, he would inevitably have to deal with various forces.

I don’t understand the art of war.

It's a bit of a Machiavellian strategy, but it's not quite there.

But if you put it another way, Han Qiu would understand that it means: giving face.

I give you face, you give me face, so we won't have a falling out. If neither of you gives me face, you're worse than a scoundrel.

Regardless of the face of the family behind this guy, Han Qiu also has to consider the face of his friend.

"It seems that you don't really want the nuclear bomb to land." Han Qiu said.

The masked man in a suit did not answer, but just pressed the communicator in his ear. It was unknown whether he was listening to someone's instructions or reporting.

Yuan Zhinv broke free from Yuan Zhisheng's support, and even though she was already extremely weak, she was determined to swing her sword towards her fate.

At the bottom of the well, right at the bottom, he leaped down, splitting the remaining tree trunk vertically with his knife, heading straight for the roots.

"Little girl!" Yuan Zhisheng also jumped down.

The white filaments wrapped around them, welcoming their arrival, and one could even feel that thing at the root was excited and happy.

After seeing clearly, Gen Chisheng and Gen Chinu caught a glimpse of the huge object at the root, but they were also being stared at by that thing.

It is a deformed creature with eight heads on its spine, and is the form of the White King who has not completed his evolution.

Yamata no Orochi! It exists in mythology... It's more like a monster than a god.

Yuan Zhisheng had only seen it on murals, but now seeing it with his own eyes, he realized what a powerful existence his ancestors had faced.

The repressive power of the origin of blood, even if they are not fully evolved gods, brings the same sense of oppression to the descendants of the White King as that of a dragon king like Jörmungandr.

Billions of silk threads grew from the mouths of the eight heads, a scene that was completely detached from history and beyond Yuan Zhisheng's understanding.

It is unclear whether the Yamata-no-Orochi is using unknown means to plunder nutrients, or whether the Yamata-no-Orochi itself has become the nutrients.

The group of people who knew the White King best now felt that this monster was extremely strange.

Han Qiu went to the edge of the well and looked down. Wow... the Yuan brothers were about to be tied up and played.

The two stupid and reckless men, especially Yuan Zhinu, had been tortured for several days and were furious all the way. Now they were really only filled with anger and did not have much strength left.

Han Qiu was a little confused about the current situation. Normally, Yuan Zhinv should be able to kill the big snake with a sword, but given the current situation...it was probably impossible for her to kill the big snake with a sword.

The two brothers did not have this ability, and their strength was consumed in advance, and now the Yamata no Orochi is in a very strange state.

Perhaps we could ask...our noble sir.

Han Qiu was about to look up and ask, but was attracted by Yuan Zhisheng's heroic figure.

Although it was all white and the tree trunks that had been condensed were dispersed by the two brothers, with fine threads everywhere, as if there was fog on the mountain, Han Qiu could still vaguely see some of it.

The knife flashed fiercely, splashing large amounts of blood, bright red and eye-catching.

It should be Spider Cut, the evil spirit lurks at night in Spider Mountain.

"Mr. Han!" Yuan Zhisheng roared at the bottom of the well.

He embraced the girl with one hand and slashed off her head with his sword.

"Brother..." Yuan Zhinu called weakly.

Han Qiu couldn't see the battle situation clearly, so he could only rely on the power of cause and effect to confirm the situation at the bottom of the well.

To understand it from his unique perspective, the anger bar of the source girl is empty, the physical bar is almost empty, and the health bar has been drained by the filaments and there is not much left. It can be considered that the emperor has strong vitality and it is not a big deal.

The funniest thing is that Han Qiu could not feel the aura of Fengjian Liuli at all. After venting his anger, that guy handed the mess to Yuan Zhinv.

As for Yuan Zhisheng, need I say more about the tortoise drinking dragon blood? It was so fierce.

Han Qiu has always felt that if he could change the spirit of the elephant tortoise, it would definitely take off.

He had so many Word Spirits, he could give one or two to the elephant tortoise, or pick one with a slightly higher power, even if it was 'Setsuna'. With the physical strength of the Emperor combined with Setsuna, he might be able to deal with the principal.

Another head was chopped off, and Minamoto no Chisei's chest was pierced by the bone spur from the tail of the Yamata no Orochi, but fortunately the heart was not injured.

"Xia Mi, rescue the two idiots. Remember, don't kill the Yamata no Orochi first." Han Qiu turned around calmly and cursed, "You brought so many hot weapons and fought the most primitive battle. Your brain circuit is strange."

After that, he gave orders to Yasha and the others: "After your head patriarch is rescued, bring whatever you have to the well. Remember, don't look too deep."

As soon as the order was given, a splash was heard.

Han Qiu looked back.

Yasha helped up a team member who nearly fell into the well and said awkwardly, “He accidentally looked inside.”

Han Qiu's fear of the Eight Clans of Sheqi deepened. It was not because he was afraid of death, but because he was afraid of leading this team.

No wonder they say the Demon Clan and the Eight Snake Clans are one family. It feels just like when we first came to Japan and led people to invade the internment camp. There were always some who were disobedient.

I've told you not to look too deeply, but take another look.

"Tell your people to stop being so naughty." Han Qiu said to Yaksha, "That thing is your ancestor. Looking at it for too long will kill you. You can't look directly at the gods."

"Mr. Han, what's the situation now?" On the communication channel, Miyamoto Shio asked about the current situation.

"What's going on?" Han Qiu responded calmly, "We found the god you mentioned. It's a monster with eight heads and is extremely ugly. Your head patriarch is very brave and took his brother to fight a life-and-death battle with the god. I asked Xia Mi to rescue them. Don't worry."

"Excuse me, Mr. Han."

After Miyamoto Shio expressed his sincere thanks, other family heads expressed their gratitude, including Fuma Kotaro.

"I'll try my best. The situation of the Yamata no Orochi is very special." Han Qiu sighed and looked back to confirm.

Fortunately, after the first guy almost fell in, no one dared to look down.

You can learn something once you teach it.

Han Qiu breathed a sigh of relief and finally raised his head to look at the masked man in a suit watching the show.

"Did you come to Japan to watch a show?" Han Qiu asked.

"This has nothing to do with you." The masked man in the suit said, "Killing you and Jörmungandr is not part of my mission."

"Do you think you can ignore the majesty of the Dragon King just by knocking down a giant snake with a spoon?" Han Qiu sneered: "I go up, or you come down."

"Yes, Jörmungandr, but are you qualified to call yourself the Dragon King?" The masked man in a suit invited, "Come up, we can have a chat."

He pointed to the communicator in his ear, "Latest orders."