Xia Mi Makes Off with Erii

The Secret Party's major families held an emergency discussion and finally voted to retaliate.

They would let these Dragon Kings know that this was no longer their era. This was humanity's era now.

As for Richard claiming he was not a Dragon King, no one believed him anymore.

"Oh? There really are people who aren't afraid of dying." Richard had thought no one would dare provoke him.

He looked up at the sky, where a weapon was falling at nearly twenty times the speed of sound.

"Rod of God? This is hilarious." Richard did not know whether to laugh or cry. Back when the author had been writing, the Rod of God had been hyped to the heavens, so Jiang Nan had unhesitatingly written this space-based kinetic weapon into his work as a major anti-dragon weapon to deter the Dragon Race.

The principle was to drop a rod from a satellite and use the planet's gravitational acceleration to create destructive force. Of course, it would not actually be that simple. For example, the metal rod would be equipped with a propulsion system to give it a faster initial velocity, and the choice of metal also mattered.

But in reality, this thing had a whole pile of flaws. Experiments had shown that, as a weapon, it had extremely poor cost-effectiveness.

For one thing, it was heavily affected by weather. Richard could raise a storm right now and send it veering off who knew where.

It was also affected by cloudy and foggy conditions, an inherent flaw of satellites themselves.

Then there was the fact that it did not actually possess large-scale destructive capability. It was a point-to-point weapon, though its frontal armor-piercing ability was exceptionally good.

This thing was better suited for striking fixed targets, like immobile turtle shells.

For example, if Richard did not want to confront it head-on, he could casually move a few dozen meters in any direction and avoid it.

He could laugh at whoever had made this decision for the rest of his life.

Richard casually walked more than ten meters away, opened the Chat Group, and hurriedly @'d Lin Feng. The others would not get the joke, and only Lin Feng might understand.

Richard: @Lin Feng, do you know about the Rod of God? Someone used the Rod of God against me. I'm dying of laughter.

Lin Feng: Holy shit, seriously? Who's that stupid?

Richard: No idea.

Feng Baobao: But Xu San said the Rod of God was really powerful. It's a space-based kinetic weapon fired from a satellite.

Ye Zhen: I think I've heard of it. Isn't it supposed to be pretty fast? Its power should be decent, right?

Lin Feng hurriedly explained the Rod of God's history and background to everyone.

Afterward, Ye Zhen summed it up: So this thing is all show and no substance?

Lin Feng: That's basically it. It's not completely useless, though. It should work pretty well against large targets with heavy armor and slow movement speeds.

Lin Feng: Too bad this trash Chat Group doesn't even have group livestreaming. Otherwise, I'd really want Richard and the others to start a stream. One-star review.

Ye Zhen: One-star review +1. Without livestreaming, I can't even let you appreciate my heroic bearing.

At that moment, the specially made tungsten rod struck where Richard had been standing after nearly a minute of flight. It punched straight through the ground, sinking to an unknown depth.

Richard felt that failing to return a favor was impolite. Through the karmic connection, he struck back at the person who had attacked him. His understanding of the Laws of Fate was not particularly deep, so he probably could not kill anyone, but he had no idea how badly he could injure them.

Then he swung out another blast of sword aura. It streaked across the sky and shattered the satellite hundreds of kilometers above.

The sheer spectacle of destroying a satellite with one sword was far more impressive than before, completely intimidating everyone. Many people even cursed inwardly, Why didn't you show this kind of strength earlier?

If we'd known you had this strength, why the hell would we have fought? With this kind of strength, Dragon King or not, we'd have to worship you like a god.

Seeing that no one dared stir up trouble anymore, Richard did not return inside. He simply found an open area and sat down.

What if he entered Nibelungen and someone had a brain fart, thinking he could not see them, then tried to kill him with a nuclear bomb? Would he have to carry out a massacre, or carry out a massacre? Wouldn't cutting down that satellite have been pointless then?

He would just wait like this. It would only take a day or two anyway.

But these people should have seen enough by now, right? Richard was not some chuuni like Ye Zhen, wanting to be the center of attention every moment.

With a casual gesture, he pulled a massive cloud layer above himself, blocking the surveillance from the sky.

Then he resumed researching Alchemy.

As for the groaning Hybrids scattered everywhere, he casually threw them down the mountain. Heaven cherished life, and Mr. Li was willing to spare them.

A day later, Xia Mi absorbed the White King's incomplete Dragon Bone Cross. She was somewhat disappointed. That had been the White King, the Vinster King's original creation. One White King alone had been comparable to all eight Dragon Kings combined.

Yet the improvement it gave her was not as great as she had imagined? The White King was missing far too much. It was probably about the same improvement a Dragon King united with their authority could provide.

Tsk. She still had to keep working hard.

She pushed open the Bronze Gate and immediately saw Richard sitting cross-legged not far away.

"Finished absorbing it?" He turned around and asked.

"Yeah, I'm done. It's just that this White King wasn't as strong as I imagined." Xia Mi spoke.

"Of course. It's been incomplete for so long that it could never recover." Richard nodded. Just as expected.

"You caused quite a stir outside, huh? Tsk, tsk. You even shot down a satellite. You really are something." Xia Mi had merely been absorbing the Dragon Bone Cross; it was not as if she had no awareness of the outside world.

She thought Richard had looked unbelievably cool doing that. Maybe she could try it herself next time. With her current strength, she could barely manage it too.

"Then let's go. Next, we'll find the King of Ocean and Water," Richard said.

"Wait a moment. There's still a girl in Tokyo I'm interested in. Aren't you interested? Didn't Lin Feng say she was the unfulfilled regret in the hearts of countless men during their youth?" Xia Mi asked.

"You said during their youth. I'm already several hundred years old. Do I still count as young?" Richard replied irritably.

He truly was not that interested in Uesugi Erii. This sort of innocent girl would probably be incredibly alluring to many men. But he only found her troublesome.

What woman could compare to the comfort of growing stronger? Cultivation was addictive, especially when every session let him feel his strength improve, creating positive feedback. Even if each improvement was small, the drops would eventually wear through stone.

A day later, Tokyo. Since the main fighting forces of both the Seki Hachike and the Demon Clan were lying in hospitals, with some even lying in coffins, there were now gaps in the upper ranks of both the underworld and legitimate circles, causing a bit of chaos.

Richard had no awareness whatsoever of being the main culprit as he looked around everywhere.

By then, Xia Mi had already used her authority to conceal the two of them. Otherwise, Richard's face appearing on the streets of Tokyo alone would have been enough to keep Japan's upper echelons awake at night.

Although the two of them were already invincible in the world and could easily crush the entire world, and could openly walk in and take Erii away with ease, why complicate something that could be simple?

The two arrived at Genji Heavy Industries and walked straight inside. Its formidable defenses were no different from empty air to them.

They found Erii in a room entirely wrapped in metal. The young girl was playing a game.

She was a girl who had been under house arrest for many years, with orange-red hair, delicate features, and slightly pale skin from never seeing sunlight for so long.

She showed no panic at the arrival of two strangers, nor did she intend to call for the guards outside.

She simply calmly picked up a pen and wrote in Japanese on her sketchpad, "Who are you? Are you Ultraman here to kill Little Monster?"

After writing it, she held the sketchpad before her chest so Richard and Xia Mi could clearly see the words.

Xia Mi's lips curled upward. "What if we are?"

Though she had spoken Chinese, Erii could understand her meaning. That was the effect of spiritual authority, the White King's authority.

"Then can you wait until I finish this game?" Erii wrote her request on the sketchpad, looking somewhat sad.

"You won't resist?" Xia Mi was a little surprised.

"Wasn't Little Monster born to be killed by Ultraman?" Erii wrote, her expression pitiful.

"Tsk, no wonder they say she's the unfulfilled regret of countless young men. Even I feel a little reluctant to hurt her." Xia Mi clicked her tongue. She considered herself straight, but upon seeing a girl like this, she suddenly felt that maybe becoming bent would not be so bad?

"Enough. What's the point of teasing a fool?" Even Richard could not stand watching anymore.

Erii firmly denied that accusation and angrily wrote on her sketchpad, "Erii isn't stupid."

Xia Mi smiled and nodded in agreement. "That's right. Erii isn't stupid at all."

Her own older brother had been born foolish due to soul damage. Erii's foolishness came from being confined since childhood and lacking basic common sense.

"Do you want to come with us? We're monsters too. You were born to be with us." Xia Mi now looked exactly like the wolf grandmother luring away Little Red Riding Hood.

But she was not wrong. The concentration of White King Bloodline within Erii was too high, so high that she could even be said to possess a portion of the incomplete White King Authority. Other than her physical constitution being inferior to that of a dragon, she was not much different from half a Dragon King.

This also made her bloodline extremely unstable and prone to berserk episodes. Even speaking could turn into Spirit Speech, and a moment of carelessness could kill the people around her. That was why Erii no longer spoke.

She could be called a complete tragedy. Even if Herzog had not drained her blood in the original story, she would eventually have died from a bloodline berserk episode.

"So you aren't Ultraman after all," Erii wrote.

"If we gather together, Ultraman will kill us all at once. If we split up, maybe we can live a little longer," Erii continued writing.

Xia Mi found it too troublesome and directly used her Dragon King Authority to help stabilize Erii's bloodline.

"There. You can speak now," Xia Mi said after finishing.

"I'll hurt you," Erii wrote.

"You won't. Feel the bloodline inside you carefully. Hasn't it already gone quiet? As long as you don't actively use it in the future, you won't hurt anyone." Xia Mi said.

Erii closed her eyes and sensed the state of her bloodline. The more she felt, the more surprised she became. It had actually gone quiet.

She tried speaking. "Amazing."

Xia Mi lifted her little face. "Of course."

"Alright, will you come with us?" Xia Mi asked.

"Okay. I'll leave my brother a note." Erii's voice was somewhat hoarse. Having not spoken for so long, she was no longer used to the feeling of speaking.

Richard's mouth twitched. Gen Chisaki had probably been among the Hybrids he had beaten up two days ago, right? He wondered whether the man had been unlucky enough to get beaten to death. Probably not. As Imperial Blood, he should be tougher than that, right?

Actually, whether she left a note or not did not matter. As long as the surveillance cameras caught them taking Erii away when they left, that would be enough. The Seki Hachike would not dare demand Erii back.