Dragon Clan, First Word of Power: Gojo Satoru

Chapter 67 The Scorching Hell

The destruction of the world may be different in many ways, but the manner of destruction is surprisingly similar.

Zero knew she was about to be destroyed, and she struggled to speak, "No..."

"Humans who stand above hell, are they not also in hell? — Go to hell, girl."

The katana swung down, its light flames trailing like feathers, creating a dazzling display of light and shadow.

This strike was like a phoenix rising from the ashes, a rebirth imbued with the domineering power to reset life and death.

The flames instantly dried up the surrounding moisture, and Chu Zihang, empowered by the dragon's blood, even had some difficulty breathing.

Zero stared blankly at the firebird that descended with the sword, unconsciously sighing, "A phoenix? How beautiful."

In the makeshift command center, Manstein and Schneider had gone mad.

"What on earth happened at the church?!" Manstein heard the temperature alarm ringing in his ears.

"The surveillance cameras are all burned, so we have no way of knowing the situation in the church, but the temperature alarms indicate it's hell!" Schneider roared. "Damn it, even the Junyan Palace doesn't have this kind of heat!"

In front of several professors, the elemental reaction detectors were frantically alarming, and infrared sensors showed that the temperature in the church was rising drastically!

Looking down from the temperature probe, the other buildings were just pale blue and cyan, but the church was the deepest red, a deep, almost purplish red, a red that was breathtaking.

"It's still rising! It's still rising!" Guderian couldn't sit still any longer. Even though he was usually oblivious, he knew that something was wrong with the church.

"Could it be that the Dragon King has awakened! The King of Bronze and Fire has awakened?"

"How is that possible? Norton's flasks are still in the freezer."

Moreover, with the principal and a group of elite executives keeping a close watch, how could Norton possibly have gone to the church!

"The temperature is still soaring! Damn it! What's in there?!"

"Even the scorching hells described in Buddhist scriptures couldn't compare to this, this intruder's incantation!"

"Perhaps it was a dragon servant from Norton's tomb who crossed the ocean to steal the urn?"

"The temperature is still rising! The church's temperature is soaring faster than diarrhea! The outer metal has already melted; I don't even want to imagine what kind of hell it is inside!"

"Quickly! Evacuate the students immediately!" Manstein shouted anxiously.

"It's too late," Schneider shook his head. "The calculations from the equipment department show that it's all too late."

"I haven't even been promoted to full professor yet, and I'm already going to be stuck with Kassel like this, all in a muddle?" Guderian was on the verge of tears.

Just when they were in despair, a familiar voice entered their control channel, a voice as clear and melodious as a spring.

"This is Su An. I apologize for the exaggerated temperature effect during the skill's pre-cast animation, which may have caused concern among you all."

Su An's voice, accompanied by the crackling sound of flames, continued over the channel:

"Don't worry—I'll take care of things at the church."

Upon hearing this, Manstein, Schneider, and Guderian exchanged glances and breathed a sigh of relief.

Oh, it was Su An who made that noise. It's alright then.

Beneath the church, the fiery phoenix had fully taken shape, with a vast expanse of fiery feathers spreading across the sky, magnificent and beautiful.

The flames leaped and roared, like the maw of purgatory devouring anything that dared to approach.

The firelight was reflected in Ling Bing's blue eyes, and fear appeared on her face.

She had seen people burned to death by the intense heat. The flames would first dry the surface moisture of the skin, then lick away the muscle attached to the bone, and finally dry out her brain from the outside in, like a caramel pudding.

With a swift slash, the infernal fire cleaved Zero in two.

Zero, death.

From the ashes, a little boy in a suit slowly emerged, the firelight reflected in his golden eyes like a piece of amber.

"One by one, they're all dead..." The little boy sighed softly, rubbing his forehead. "If this keeps up, I'll really be all alone."

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The Shikodi district, fifty meters underground.

A brass can, as tall as a person, was firmly fixed in the center of the magnetic levitation field by four robotic arms.

"Very good, release the robotic arm." Someone clapped their hands.

The robotic arm carefully moved away, and the brass can was steadily suspended in the magnetic field under the low-temperature liquid nitrogen atmosphere, surrounded by a half-meter-thick quartz glass wall.

It's like a developing fetus sleeping in the womb, and that womb is this specially made oval quartz glass dome.

It uses no metal at all and was fired by a team of technicians from a California glass company over a year and a half to ensure it met the customer’s demanding requirements.

"Perfect!" The entire team of researchers, dressed in white lab coats, stood up and applauded.

"I am pleased to announce that the Dragon King Norton has been successfully captured." Angers, the principal of Kassel College, raised his champagne glass. "Ladies and gentlemen, with the help of the meritorious Suan, we have successfully captured Norton, the King of Bronze and Fire. He is the true master of the underwater bronze dragon tomb in the Three Gorges, a noble first-generation species, and still the best among the four princes of the first-generation dragon species."

Without the heroic sacrifices of Su An and others, we would not have achieved our success today!

Ladies and gentlemen, a salute to those who have dedicated themselves to our cause.

All the researchers solemnly raised their glasses.

Suddenly, there was a jolt, and all the wine in everyone's glasses spilled out, leaving some with wet patches on their chests.

Angers' eyes sharpened. This was dozens of meters below the ground. What was happening on the surface?

The phone on the control panel rang. The principal put down his wine glass and picked up the phone.

"Schneider? It's me, I just got back... What happened on the ground?"

Oh? The dragons invaded, and Su An fought back. What commotion did he cause?

It's alright now... Is there any need to worry so much? It's good that the students are alright; the students are the soul of Kassel College.

I have great confidence in Su An's strength...

Well, Frost has plenty of money. If it's destroyed, he can just rebuild it. I never liked the church's decor anyway.

And so, you paved the way for Su An, and Su An bought us time. As the head of the academy, I now have important research work to do... Of course...

The principal smiled slightly. "Let's dissect the Dragon King."

He hung up the phone.

"Over the past few thousand years," he turned to the researchers,

"We have been following in the footsteps of the dragons. We have used alchemical weapons, cold weapons, firearms, and even fingernails and teeth as weapons to fight against the dragons. We have paid a heavy price."

The truth of history is quietly unfolding in our hands: if the dragon race were to revive, humanity would have no future.

But all we can do is make a huge sacrifice and briefly put the Dragon Kings to sleep.

Therefore, we have not been able to obtain a perfect specimen so far; both living dragons and complete skeletons are extremely difficult to acquire.

The principal pointed to the copper jar that was isolated in a sealed glass chamber.

"But S-class student Su An has brought us a precious gift!"

This will be a historic day—we will dissect the Dragon King!