Dragon Clan: No one wants me, Lu Mingfei

Because the mixed-race society has never been able to confirm the existence of the descendants of the White King, the White King's word spirits are always vacant in the periodic table of word spirits. We can only guess what those word spirits have through some names that have survived from ancient times. Effect.

The Sheqi Ba family originally had records about the spirit of the descendant of the White King, but after successive catastrophes such as the White King's resurgence and the Shadow King's defection, the data was inevitably incomplete.

However, as one of the culprits, Uesugi Etsu is one of the few people who knows the abilities of most of the White King's blood descendants.

At first, he didn't know what kind of ability his younger son was displaying, but when he saw the patterns spreading in the golden eyes of Yuan Jingnu and her gradually divergent thinking, he instantly realized that he had been tricked.

Compared with the royal power of his elder brother Yuan Zhisheng who pressed Newton to death in the coffin board, his younger brother Yuan Zhisheng's words and spirit are even more unscientific, full of mythology like the theology that Sir Isaac was obsessed with in his later years.

The Dream Tapir is a kind of Word Spirit that has no physical attack power at all. It is derived from the tapir, a beast that feeds on dreams in Japanese mythology.

According to legend, this creature is timid and friendly in nature. It will come quietly at night and eat human nightmares. However, it cannot digest nightmares full of negative emotions and simply stores them in its body.

Once the body dies, the nightmare will completely break out and turn into reality in an instant, involving those around him in the nightmare.

Feeling the indescribable power enveloping him, the scenery around him began to change. Uesugi Yue's murderous intention towards the king had reached a point where it could not be increased.

If Yuan Zhimu is a tapir that silently devours nightmares, then the existence of Wang Jiang is to continuously create nightmares, to artificially accelerate his death, and to want him to drag the closest people with him when he dies and sink into the endless forever. There is no escape from the nightmare.

As for Zhongnu, the closest person to him is his brother. When he is about to die, he can only stay with Yuan Zhisheng no matter what.

If it weren't for Xia Di's intervention, if the misunderstanding between the two brothers was allowed to continue, sooner or later there would be a tragedy in which relatives would hate each other and enemies would be happy.

Thinking of the two brothers killing each other, the former emperor of the Snake Qiba family's eyes were filled with tears. The strange spiritual energy took the opportunity to invade his spiritual world, trying to drag him into the nightmare he created.

However, Uesugoshi is the emperor who has stood firm for many years. Even in his old age, he is still extremely powerful. His strong mental power cannot be shaken by Minamoto.

In desperation, Minamoto can only gently pry open the door of Uesugoshi's heart and enter the nightmare that has troubled the latter for many years.

The corridor that was originally stained red by blood gradually disappeared, and the fainted Yuan Zhisheng in his arms disappeared. It was replaced by a calm and peaceful church. He also transformed from a dying old man back to a strong young man of seventeen or eighteen years old. .

"Here is..." Uesugi's eyes widened. He did not look at his rejuvenated body, but looked around at the church setting that had been engraved in the deepest part of his memory, and finally settled on the statue full of love and holiness. , and on the nuns kneeling in prayer at the feet of the Virgin Mary.

His lips were trembling, his eyelids were beating violently, and the hand that had killed hundreds of tribesmen without shaking was trembling uncontrollably, as if he couldn't control his inner emotions at all.

Uesugi's eyes were hot as he returned to his youth, and he remembered.

When he first awakened from the dragon blood, three entire city blocks were destroyed by his out-of-control speech spirit and turned into a series of ruins, with countless casualties.

Although no one knew who had done it, the frightened Uesugoshi told his mother without reservation, thinking that the evil god from hell had come to his body and controlled his body to commit such a heinous crime.

In order to atone for his sins, Sister Charlotte began to kneel under the statue of the Virgin Mary all day long to confess and pray for him, asking the Lord to forgive his crimes, and begging the Lord to let herself accept the punishment on his behalf.

Looking at the thin figure kneeling quietly under the statue and reciting the Bible silently, Uesugoshi seemed completely unaware that this was an illusion created by the spirit of words. He stared blankly, not daring to speak for fear of disturbing his mother's prayers.

Maybe he knew in his heart that all this was an illusion, a illusory dream, but this dream was so real that he didn't want to wake up.

He just wanted to take a good look at his mother again.

Because after that, he would be picked up by an envoy sent by the Sheqiba family and go to the island country that brought him endless enjoyment and pain. He would never be able to see his beloved mother again.

"Woo--" A melodious whistle sounded outside the church. It was the sound of a steamer docking at the port. It seemed that the family's envoy was ready to welcome back the emperor of the Sheqiba family.

Hearing the noisy whistle, a murderous intent flashed through Uesugoshi's eyes, as if he would turn around and rush out the next moment, killing all those guys who tried to take him away from his mother.

However, before he could move, the nun kneeling under the statue raised her drooped head and slowly stood up.

As she gradually stood up straight, Uesugoshi's heart lifted, and his eyes flashed with inexplicable anticipation. Time had passed so long that he could hardly remember his mother's voice and smile.

Facing his expectant gaze, the thin woman wearing a black nun's uniform slowly turned around, her movements were very slow, as if she was forcibly reversing time.

"Tick tock—tick tock—"

The sound of dripping water resounded inside the empty church. Just when Uesugoshi was wondering why there was the sound of water in the church, he saw liquid dripping from the hem of the black nun's uniform, gathering into a puddle on the white floor. Black and red water stains...

Or rather, blood stains.

His unclouded pupils shrank suddenly. Uesugi became more and more frightened and felt a strong uneasiness in his heart. His eyes were fixed on the black pool of blood on the ground and he could not move away.

"Da——" The black leather shoes stepped on the blood stains, and the moderate force caused the smooth slope to be stained with a little blood droplets, and they slid down along a regular arc.

The nun turned around, and Uesugoshi raised his head.

What comes into view is a delicate face with some traces of time, cool and elegant, the smile at the corner of the mouth always makes people feel very close, and the emotions revealed in those bright eyes are always as warm as the sun.

The silver cross was held in her hands, as if she had just finished praying and was still waiting to hear the Lord's response.

But Uesugoshi could not accept this peaceful scene calmly, because there was a hideous wound on Grandma Charlotte's waist, cutting her whole body off, and the blood could not stop flowing from the wound. It seeped out and wet the black skirt.

"Ah...ah..." Uesugoshi let out a low howl like a wild dog, his eyes were covered with thick bloodshot eyes, and his neck was covered with ferocious veins.

Before he could roar in his heart, the silent nun suddenly made another move. She slowly raised the cross in her hand and pressed it against her temple.

The moment the cross touched the skin, the extremely holy silver cross turned into a dark and cold pistol.

"No!" Uesugoshi was so frightened by his mother's actions that he reached out and shouted to stop him. However, as soon as he raised his feet and rushed out, the crisp sound of gunfire shattered the imaginary peace.

"boom--!!!"

The gun muzzle spurted out scorching flames. The bullet penetrated the white veil, penetrated the flesh and bones, and gently gave birth to a bright red flower on the head of Sister Charlotte. The blood flower wet the damaged pure white veil. , the scarlet color is like the long red hair exposed in the damaged area.

"boom--!!!"

There was another loud noise, and the extremely holy statue behind the nun exploded into countless pieces of rubble, easily smashing the sacred church into ruins, revealing endless corpses outside.

In this purgatory-like world littered with corpses, Sister Charlotte, dressed in a black nun's uniform, maintained her actions just now, but her head dropped slightly as if her cervical vertebrae were broken, letting the blood flow down like a stream, pouring into this deathly aura. A barren land.

The nun's originally gentle facial features gradually became distorted, and when decorated with blood, they became no longer peaceful, but full of resentment and hatred.

The pair of blood-filled eyes reflected Uesugoshi's helpless figure. Blood gushed out from Sister Charlotte's mouth and nose, and her voice was as vicious as a demon crawling out of hell:

"God will punish sinners. He will pierce your body with thunder and lightning, burn your soul with fire, and send you to hell for eternity!"

Every word she spoke seemed to contain boundless hatred and malice, as if the souls of thousands of people who died tragically on the ground were roaring in unison, making Uesugoshi dizzy and finding it difficult to maintain his body. balance.

Staggering back two steps, Uesugoshi raised his hand to support his head. His young body gradually aged with the repeated curses, and he returned from youth to old age, his old face showing paleness and pain.

His knees suddenly hit the ground, and Uesugoshi knelt on the ground holding his head, sweating like rain.

The curse that sounded like thousands of ghosts crying together gave him an indescribable mental impact. The words spoken by his closest relatives were always particularly hurtful. The super hybrid was hurt so much that he almost suffocated.

But before that, he had already injured the person he loved most all over his body and his soul. He would rather fall into hell and endure the heart-burning pain of karma.

It hurts, it hurts so much.

Uesugi's mind flashed back to the scene when he was chatting and laughing with the main station faction, encouraging family members to join the army and causing wanton killings. His body, mind and soul felt as if they were being torn apart, and guilt and regret were growing crazily.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." The old man knelt on the ground and repented for his crime.

This nightmare was too sinister and cruel. It revealed all the mistakes he had made in the past, destroyed all the best pictures in his heart, and perfectly recreated the scene before his mother's death...

Seeing his mother's expression and body collapse into a twisted shape, Uesugi's defenses and vigilance were shattered at this moment. He knelt on the ground and howled mournfully like a defeated, bereaved dog.

Behind him, a living body stood up from the pile of corpses and casually picked up a sharp "Shichigaki". Next to this blood-stained samurai sword were six female corpses that had been cut at the waist.

Gennaro, no, it should be said to be Kazama Ruri. He carried the samurai sword that killed countless people and slowly walked behind the old man who was kneeling and crying. His feet stepped on the ground stained with countless blood without making a single sound. sound.

The young man with an indifferent face looked at the old man who had his back turned to him and was full of flaws. A look of struggle flashed through his golden eyes from time to time. He raised and lowered the samurai sword in his hand. After repeating it several times, he slowly raised it above his head, staring at him with murderous eyes. With the lowered head, he aimed at the fragile neck.

Although Yan Ling·Dream Tapir is a mental attack, its power is no less powerful than that of King Quan, and is even more dangerous. As long as the person dragged into the nightmare believes that he is dead, then the consciousness will completely die, and together with it The body in reality will also truly die.

Given the power of Sugigo above, it would be impossible for Kazama Ruri to deceive his senses. If the sound of bangs hadn't awakened his bloodline, he wouldn't even be able to put the other person in the prison he created.

The more the releaser of the dream tapir understands the target, the more powerful the nightmare cage he constructs, and the more difficult it is to escape. If it weren't for Uesugi Yue telling all about his past in the early hours of this morning, Kazama Ruri would not be able to restrain his mentally powerful biological father. If it takes too long, it will be easy to break free.

The "Seven Crust Cuts" raised high above his head were slashed down, and he suddenly stopped when he was about to touch the loose skin.

The young man in a plain kimono froze. He looked up and saw that the katana that could cut off seven human bodies was tightly held by a big hand. The sharp blade penetrated the flesh but failed to cut off. Hard bones.

"I'm sorry, I still have unfinished business to do, so I can't die now." Uesugi said sorry, holding the attacking blade with one hand, looking closely at the twisted nun with a pair of dim golden eyes, and followed up with his words But he couldn't tell who he was talking to.

Grasping the knife, the old man in black stood up slowly, turned to look at Kazama Ruri, who was almost as tall as his chin, and his eyes fell on the knife's edge. The Yasha pattern, which symbolized the Miyamoto family emblem, was so dazzling.

"Kid, your prank went a little too far. It's not funny."

She snatched the katana from Ruri Kazama, who was stunned on the spot, and her face instantly turned pale. She broke it with a little force and threw it aside. Uesugoshi hugged his youngest son's thin body with one hand and pulled him into his body. In arms.

Very hard,

It was as if he wanted him to rub it into her body.

"The Dream Tapir is a very dangerous word spirit. Those who are accidentally released will suffer horrific backlash, leaving serious mental trauma that is difficult to heal." Putting his lips to Kazama Ruri's ear, Uesugoshi said softly:

"In the future, don't use the spirit of words on people you are not sure of dealing with."

Not every strong person is like him, who would worry about the safety of the caster and not forcefully break away from the nightmare.

"Get some sleep first. You'll be fine when you wake up." He raised his hand and pressed his slender neck, and Kazama Liuli lost consciousness again.

Without the control of the releaser, the nightmare created by the dream tapir dissipates like a foam board.

Uesugoshi quietly stared at the twisted figure. As the nightmare was shattered, Sister Charlotte gradually returned to her original appearance. The statue of the Virgin Mary and the church were also rebuilt, but those who died tragically...

Returning to reality, Uesugi found that the person in his arms had become a young girl, but the young girl was missing.

Just when he was worried that he had been in the dream for too long, causing changes in reality, he found that the annoying banging sound had disappeared, and several special blades and kunai could be seen on the ground and from the speakers at the end of the corridor. .

Thinking of the alert ninja girl who was standing guard outside, Uesugi breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that he didn't have to worry too much about his eldest son's sudden accident.

Carrying Yuan Jingnu, who was seriously overdrawn and fell into a coma, which was difficult to wake up in a short time, on his back, he rushed towards the broadcast room. The news of their invasion must have spread throughout the strong ghost base camp, as expected. It's no secret that they must have gathered manpower to kill the intruders.

The culprit, General Wang, must be caught, otherwise it will be difficult for even him to successfully break out in front of people who can turn into ghosts at any time and can use modern weapons.

As soon as he rushed up the stairs, he saw Minamoto Chisei and Yabuki Sakura in a hurry. The former had a very ugly face and the ancient sword in his hand was dripping with blood, as if he had just experienced a big battle.

"What's going on?" Uesugi Yue looked confused. Could it be that the general had escaped?

Yuan Zhisheng shook his head, his face as gloomy as water, revealing a strong murderous intent: "Mr. Masamune's antidote has been taken away."

Just when he was unconscious, someone took away the antidote he carried. Originally, the other party was about to attack him, but Sakura, who sensed something was wrong and sneaked in, discovered and fought back.

After being awakened, he and Ying didn't dare to move around the two people who were in an unknown state. Fortunately, the building had been cleared by them before, so they could safely pursue the person who stole the medicine.

But apparently, they failed to recover the antidote.

"Now it is certain that General Wang and Tachibana Masamune must be colluding."