About 50 nautical miles off the coast of Tokyo, it was still late at night, but somewhere the sea lit up like a sunrise. As the ship approached, the sun-like thing gradually revealed itself.

Brightly lit, a palace in the sea, or a mirage projected from some corner of the world, glows brightly with the nearby sea and the sky. Floating here is an incomparably huge offshore platform, which is a building in collaboration with the Iwaru Research Institute and Maruyama Construction Co., Ltd., a subsidiary of the Snake Eight Clans, and the unsinkable Sumeru Seat, a sea mobile platform that can stand still in the event of a 12-magnitude typhoon.

The surrounding sea is calm, and the ever-changing sea is now exceptionally quiet. The heavy rain just now had no effect on the sea, and although the dark clouds had long since dispersed, the moonlight was not very noticeable tonight. In addition to the high-powered searchlights that illuminate the nearby sea, there are also military searchlights for air defense, which are installed on the high platform of the Sumeru Seat, and the lights are farther and darker.

The boat came to a gentle stop, the same kimono, but the old man with an unangry and arrogant expression came to the stands and looked in a certain direction silently. It was also the place where the searchlights pointed the most, and where it was impossible to see with the naked eye, several boats disguised as fishing boats were swimming back and forth in that area. Countless people in wetsuits jumped from the side of the ship into the icy dark waters and dived deeper into the waters in search of what they were looking for.

For decades, they never gave up searching for it, even if they knew it was sinking into the sea, but they didn't know where it was. This time, however, it was a big hit, and a signal suspected of being there was detected in the sea near Sumeru. Although the location of this signal was only transmitted after being detected by the academy headquarters, being able to find it within the support range of Sumeru made Kotaro the Wind Demon have to praise Mr. Masamune's wisdom again.

"The head of the house, Amaterasu and Tsukiyomei have boarded the boat and are expected to arrive in an hour." Behind him, a man dressed in black suddenly appeared, and even if the searchlight illuminated the platform, his whole body was still hidden in the dark.

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This is the only ninja unit belonging to the Wind Demon family in the Snake Qi Eight Family.,The name Wind Demon Kotaro.,Originally, it was inherited from the ninja organization of the Warring States Period-The leader of the Wind Demon Party.。 It is believed that Kotaro, the last of the Wind Demons, had been executed and killed by the Tokugawa family, and the Wind Demon Party had been declared extinct ever since.

It's just that as a half-blood family, the Wind Demon Family, which has continued since the beginning of the God Dynasty, naturally can't disappear so easily. The so-called extinction is just a disguise, they are still hiding in the shadows, quietly watching the four islands of Japan in the dark with the other seven families of the Eight Snake Clans.

"Is it another hour? But it's fast enough on this sea. Wind Demon Kotaro looked at the calm sea and couldn't help frowning, "I hope everything can be in time." ”

The distance of more than 50 nautical miles is nearly 100 kilometers, which is not too close even on land, but in the current weather of no wind and rain, and the waves are not big, it may not take much time. It's just that they are now in a race against time, and everything must race against time.

For many years, they have been hiding the secrets here, and they have also acted against the secret party, handing in all kinds of false reports, creating a calm appearance of the Japanese branch, just to prevent the other party from being too long and interfering in the internal affairs of the eight families, so as to discover these things that they have hidden.

It's just that just when they thought that the untouched thing under the water would be forgotten by everyone over the passage of time, a sudden change broke it all.

The Leviathan, who had escaped from the Mediterranean, caught the heartbeat of the same kind here, and was now rushing towards this side at full speed, regardless of the exposure of his whereabouts. Behind him, the ships, planes, and even satellites of the Kassel Academy were following him closely......

In other words, more than 60 years after the defeat in World War II, Japan will once again be reduced to a battlefield, a battlefield between dragons and dragons, humans and dragons, and even humans and humans. So, after a short meeting, they can only wipe out what is underwater, at all costs, completely before the situation gets worse.

Thinking of this, Wind Demon Kotaro couldn't help but let out a long sigh again: "It's really a house leak that happened to rain overnight......"

Not long ago, he was also in charge of the Genji Mansion and commanded the ninja legion to crush the attack of the demons. These guys have been going crazy lately, and they want to enter Tokyo at all costs, and it doesn't matter how much blood is shed or how many people die.

However, the Hachiya family had been rooted in the land since before the establishment of Edo, and it was not easy to influence their rule, at least not by numbers.

But now that I think about it, it may not be a coincidence that they are so eager to enter Tokyo. Like them, those who they call ghosts, but are actually the same kind of people, are also looking for things under the sea. It's just that the difference is that instead of wanting to seal or destroy what is inside, those ghosts want to release what is inside, so as to usher in their own evolution and completely transform into real dragons.

There wasn't much time to prepare for anything else, and their operation seemed a bit hasty, but no one would report a failure this time, because their Amaterasu and Tsukiyomi were on their way here.

It was getting late, and the light emanating from the platform made the heavens lose their color. But at a certain moment, a strong wind suddenly blew on the sea, and the metal shelves of the Sumeru seat creaked, and the whistling wind seemed to be mixed with the cries of grief. The calm waters of the sea were crumpled by the wind, and the startled waves crashed against the metal walls of the Sumeru Seat, causing a movement like an earthquake.

"Report the news of the advance crew...... No, just turn on the call loop and let them talk to me! A trace of uneasiness inexplicably appeared in his heart, and the wind demon Kotaro shouted loudly behind him.

At this time, the scene in front of them was like a certain existence hidden in the sea was about to appear, and punish their group of insignificant humans who defied Wang Wei. The phone was quickly connected, but there was a murmur on the other side, and I could only vaguely hear what someone was saying.

"Sky Pill calls Sumeru! We were hit by a tsunami! Lost contact with the explorers who entered the water......"

"Daichimaru called...... Hit by the tsunami, three people are missing......"

"Forest Maru Calls ......"

Noisy voices rang out one after another, and the folds on the already wrinkled face of Kotaro Kazema deepened. Sumeru, far away from the center of the target, was attacked by such a large wind and waves, and the pressure on them who remained at the target location could be imagined.

He thought for a moment and quickly ordered: "Withdraw a nautical mile first, observe the situation clearly before taking action!" ”

A distance of one nautical mile is not too short for either humans or dragons, and can be used as a buffer zone. However, after he gave the order, there was silence in the communication channel. The noisy voices disappeared, the howling wind disappeared, and the sound of the waves disappeared...... The whole sea suddenly fell silent, except for a few snaps, scratches, and the sound of something cracking.

Feeling a chill that touched the depths of his soul, Kotaro Kazema put down his intercom device and looked up at the waters pointed by several anti-aircraft searchlights. A biting cold wind blew, and then, a white mist that the light could not penetrate spread out in all directions.

"Ka Cha Ka ......" The sound that seemed to be cracking just now kept ringing, and this time it was not in the microphone, not far away from them. As this voice sounded, the sea surface that had been stirring up waves gradually solidified.

Wind Demon Kotaro's eyes lit up uncontrollably golden, and he roared with all his might: "Everyone...... All back in the dock! ”

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The temperature plummeted inexplicably, exhaling a breath of white air, Yuan Zhisheng, who was standing on the bow of the boat, tightened the windbreaker on his body and glanced at the bright light that was hidden by the fog on the horizon.

At this moment, the foggy sea temperature is even colder than the coldest winter in Tokyo, and even if you don't have to look at the thermometer, you can know that it has dropped below freezing. One can't help but wonder if they accidentally drifted to Hokkaido. But Gen Zhisheng knew that even Hokkaido in winter might not be as cold as it is now.

They were a little quicker than expected, and after instructing the captain to hurry to the Sumeru seat at all costs, they were allowed to arrive almost half an hour early. But including Gen Zhisheng, who was breathing on the deck, the elite faces of the Eight Snake Families who were on this ship were extremely dignified. Because they were still late, another Leviathan, the king of the sea and water, arrived here before them.

After leaving a sentence that the sea began to freeze, they were cut off from the Wind Demon Lord, and the elemental disorder brought by the Dragon King cut off their signal. Such an outcome was the last thing they wanted to see, but even if they could face more than two dragon kings, they had no reason to stop. With Yuan Zhisheng, in addition to the crows and yaksha who have been following, there are also more than a dozen members of the family above the A level of the bloodline class, all of whom are the elite of the elite. As for Eri Yi, who is one of the trump cards like him, she is still on the boat behind, and Sakura Lost Blowing stays by her side to take care of her.

The nature of a boat that pursues speed has nothing to do with comfort, and such an environment is very bad for her spirit, which no one wants to see.

Suddenly, the hull of the ship shook as if it had hit a rock, and Gen Zhisheng, who was standing at the bow of the ship, steadied his body and looked down, and found that the sea covered by the thick fog had formed a thick layer of ice at some point. This inexplicable appearance, probably from the ice summoned by the king of the sea and water, blocked the ship's progress, and fortunately, the ship had already begun to slow down when it saw the light, otherwise it would directly hit these ice, even if they had extremely high blood, they would probably inevitably have casualties.

Helplessly, the captain was left to wait for the people behind, and everyone else on the ship could only get off the boat and trek on the ice in a windbreaker that was thin compared to the surrounding environment.

"Is this the Ice Age? I felt as if I had seen a squirrel with big eyes running in front of me chasing a chestnut. Behind Gen Zhisheng, Yaksha tightened the clothes on his body and couldn't help but whisper.

"Idiot, that's Vision!" The crow on the side patted his head, "Also, it's not a chestnut but an acorn, what kind of strange vision did you see?" ”

Although he said so, I don't know how thick it is in this cold weather, anyway, the ice sheet that they have no problem jumping on it really has the feeling of an ice age. There was a constant fog around them, and if it weren't for the lighted Sumeru seat guiding them, they probably wouldn't have abandoned the ship so happily and walked.

And in the thick fog that seemed to never disperse around them, there were faint ethereal songs, like mermaids with beautiful tails calling to them in the depths of the mist. These songs are the culprits of their spiritual vision, but their mental composition is different from that of ordinary half-breeds, and it is difficult for them to be confused by this singing voice except for seeing some strange things.

Gen Zhisheng was silently surrounded by the crowd, his bloodline was the highest in the group, so he could hear more than the others. The dragon king is no longer here, but the power of the dragon king is not very understandable, even if they are no longer here, his song is still wandering in the mist, telling the sea the sadness that is about to overflow in this song.

Yuan Zhisheng clenched the hilt of the sword at his waist tightly, as a spiritual vision also appeared in front of him. It was two boys who looked somewhat similar running across a golden field, their clothes a little shabby, but their gray-looking faces were full of uncontrollable smiles, no matter how you looked at them, they were ordinary country children. The red glow of the setting sun hit their faces, and two pairs of dark eyes looked at each other and smiled.

The boy, who looked a little younger, called out to the older boy in front of him: "Brother! ”

"What's wrong? Childish? The older boy clasped his hands behind his head and walked forward without looking back.

"Brother......" the boy behind him continued to shout, but his voice was a little quiet, as if he was gradually moving away.

The boy in front of him finally noticed that something was wrong, and he immediately turned his head and looked behind him, which had become empty at some point. At some point, it started to rain, the sun was gone, the black clouds were low, and the boy in a black trench coat stood in the rain, facing a dry well with a sealed mouth.

Suddenly, the boulder that sealed the mouth of the well suddenly moved, and an extremely dry, demon-like hand stretched out of the well. At the mouth of the well was a pair of demonic eyes, staring at the boy in the rain.

"Brother......" A familiar voice came, and Yuan Zhisheng woke up from his spiritual vision.

He looked around, but all he saw was a fog, but the voice just now was extremely real, as if someone was really whispering in his ear.

"Young master." The raven interrupted him, pointed to a majestic castle that looked like a crystal palace in front of him, and said with some dementia, "I think we should be there." ”