Dragon Raja 2; Chapter 189: Deadly Sword for Every Dragon King (1)

Dragon Raja 2

He did not fall; the fierce wind held him aloft. Huge bony wings spread behind him, his wings and body forming a massive cross as he stood in the void and darkness, his golden eyes flashing with anger, hatred, and the cold judgment of a king. He extended his hand towards the great dragon below and spoke the words of final judgment:

“When I return to the world, all traitors shall perish!”

The entire building shook noticeably, enough that the chairs on the top floor slid across the floor. Mai held a coffee cup, trying her best not to spill it, while the surveillance screen before her showed nothing but static.

“Damn, no signal! The situation has slipped out of our control!” Her face turned pale.

“No need to say it! I can feel it too!” Chips jumped up from the couch, only to be thrown back into it by the quake. “Emergency plan! Get the emergency plan out!”

“Are you stupid? We don’t have an emergency plan… we never did, and even if we did, it wouldn’t help now. According to the last image,” Mai took a deep breath, “the Dragon King is releasing ‘Shiva’s Tandava’!”

“That’s an apocalyptic-level Yanling!” Chips stared in terror, slumping back into the couch, then leaped up again like lightning. “Evacuate immediately! There’s a helicopter on the roof, we have permission to take off!”

“Wait a bit longer!” Mai gritted her teeth.

“Wait for what? You remember the Yanling studies class, right? ‘Shiva’s Tandava’ is like ‘Zhulong’ or ‘Rhine’—an ‘irreversible’ Yanling. Once activated, even the caster gets caught in it. It’s selfless, unstoppable, even destroying the caster! Not even the Dragon King can stop now!”

“Wait for the boss’s order,” Mai said quietly. “It will come. He has never missed the most crucial moments—the house always leaves the table last.”

Before she finished speaking, a new email arrived in her inbox: “Rest assured and enjoy, ladies. This is the scherzo before the finale.”

The conference room door opened, and the receptionist pushed a silver cart in. The sudden tremor had left her eyes full of panic, but she still did her best to remain calm.

“What are you doing here?” Mai snapped in anger. “I said no one is allowed in here under any circumstances!”

“The boss emailed yesterday, asking me to bring you something to drink.” The receptionist nervously uncovered the cart, revealing an ice bucket with a bottle of Perrier Jouet inside—top-quality champagne, Belle Epoque.

A small tag hung from the bottle neck: “A 1998 Belle Epoque for the ladies, perfect for enjoying during a scherzo—50% Chardonnay, 45% Pinot Noir, and 5% Pinot Meunier. You’ll love it, along with the glorious flames of this era.”

“Madman!” Both girls said simultaneously.

In the winding alleyways of Liulichang, Ling Fenglong, or Friedrich von Ron, was overseeing the movers. Today was the closing day of Fenglong Hall. The neighbors all knew that Mr. Lin had made a fortune and was planning to return to his village in Henan for retirement, so they had come to bid him farewell. Mr. Lin was always kind-hearted and had good relations with his neighbors, and he was clearly reluctant to leave, giving each one a small memento—perhaps a yellow rosewood trinket from the Republic era—which moved everyone to tears.

Suddenly, the ground began to shake, and everyone’s expressions changed.

“No need to worry, no need to panic. There are only small tremors in Beijing, it’s very safe. During a small quake, we must stay calm and follow the rules. If one person runs, everyone will follow, and the whole street will fall into chaos,” said the neighborhood committee lady, stepping forward, frowning at the nervous young people. “Now, let’s help Mr. Lin see if he left anything behind.”

She turned her head, only to see Mr. Lin’s figure at the alley entrance, running like a rabbit.

“Now announcing an emergency notice, now announcing an emergency notice: There has been a mild earthquake of intensity less than three. The Beijing Earthquake Bureau has just issued a notice that there will be no major earthquakes in Beijing in the near future. The mall will temporarily close. All personnel in the building are to obey security’s guidance and evacuate in an orderly manner!” The wedding center’s speakers played this message on repeat.

After finishing the recording, the girl at the information desk also kicked off her high heels, grabbed them, and ran barefoot out of the building. No one wasn’t afraid of earthquakes, even mild ones.

People were quickly clearing out of the building, but Caesar suddenly stopped, slapping Tang Sen’s shoulder. “Did you hear that sound?”

Tang Sen paused. “There’s sound everywhere here!”

“No, it’s the wind,” Caesar looked around. He was standing by the second-floor escalator, with a view of every floor in the building. “A sharp wind… it sounds like something flying…”

“Dictator” suddenly appeared in Caesar’s hand, flashing quickly through the air, leaving a black cut. There was a sound like tearing paper. Tang’s eyes widened in terror—he saw a bronze-colored creature made entirely of bones swooping past Caesar, its bony wings flapping, only to be sliced in two by the blade. Caesar stepped forward and crushed all nine cervical vertebrae with a single stomp.

“What is that?” Tang Sen stared at the pile of crumbling bones, his voice trembling.

“The Ji Ghost Birds of the capital scream day and night. After a month, their cries become mournful, gathering at the Observatory.” Caesar recited softly from an ancient text. “This is a female Kamaitachi! It turns out the so-called Ghost Bird in Chinese records is actually this creature!”

“A prehistoric remnant?” Tang Sen scanned left and right quickly. Everyone was busy evacuating, and no one had noticed the Kamaitachi or Ghost Bird. It moved too quickly, appearing as a blur in the eyes of ordinary people.

Tang Sen rushed over, opening a shopping bag to gather up the uncrumbled remains. All Hybrids had this awareness—anything related to dragons could not be leaked.

“Sir, the building is about to close due to a mild earthquake. Please follow security’s guidance and evacuate.” A staff member ran by, glancing at the plastic bag in Don’s hand. “What’s that in your bag? Bones?”

Tang Sen tensed, looking down to see that several segments of the Kamaitachi’s vertebrae were clearly pressing against the bag, making it quite conspicuous.

“No, duck necks! Just bought them!” He blurted out quickly. Caesar quietly put Dictaror away.