Dragon Raja 3; Chapter 394: Sakura’s Fall (1)

Dragon Raja 3

“Chime.” Chisei’s eyes were clouded with confusion.

In the moment the glider swept past Tokyo Tower, he saw Ruri’s face. Although it had been so long, they were twins, and Chime was simply the feminine version of himself in disguise—there was no way he could mistake him.

He didn’t know why Ruri had appeared here or what his motives were for killing Osho. Perhaps it was internal strife within the Oni Clan, or maybe it was to seize control over the god. He could never fully grasp his brother’s intentions, even though by bloodline, he was the emperor while Ruri was the demon.

The one who should have died in the basement wasn’t Chime. With his cunning, Chime could have toyed with his brother, but his only weakness was Chisei.

“Why are you here?” Chisei turned to ask Sakura.

“It was a decision made after consulting with Crow and Yasha. We predicted you would come to the special lookout, so we sent someone to protect you,” Sakura’s answer was brief. “I was the only suitable candidate, so I came.”

She withheld many unnecessary details, but both Chisei and Tachibana understood: Yasha, Crow, and Sakura were Chisei’s retainers. Their concern was solely for Chisei’s life, and Tachibana was irrelevant to them. Sakura’s real task was to assist Chisei in executing the traitor Tachibana, but the situation had changed midway.

Tachibana smiled indifferently, unbothered.

“We need to get someone to clean up the scene,” Tachibana said, clutching his chest, “and call a doctor for me.”

“Did you take some kind of drug?” Chisei asked, guessing that Tachibana had taken an evolutionary drug to forcibly enhance his bloodline.

“Something worse—it’s preserved fetal blood. But with serum therapy, I can live for another few years, maybe even a decade,” Tachibana smiled. “Maybe long enough to attend your wedding.”

The rain continued to fall, and the fierce wind swept across the special lookout, sounding like faint sobs.

Tachibana froze for a few seconds, a look of immense terror flashing in his eyes as he slowly backed toward the building. Chisei and Sakura followed him in retreat. Hidden in the raging storm seemed to be something even more terrifying than Osho.

A dark shadow slowly rose from below the lookout. Rain pelted its blue-gray scales, shattering into a frothy mist. It spread its wide wings, several meters across, flapping gracefully. Its long tail, resembling both a serpent and a fish, coiled and uncoiled slowly.

Its long black hair whipped wildly in the wind and rain, partially obscuring its delicate female face. Its lips twitched as if it were about to laugh, but what came out was a baby-like wail, its mouth filled with thorn-like sharp teeth.

Flying Death Servitors—not just one but an entire swarm. They rose from all directions, resembling the flying serpents depicted in ancient murals. In all the legends of ancient civilizations, such a sight always foretold disaster and rebirth.

“What…what is that?” Crow was stunned.

They hadn’t rushed to assist Chisei at Tokyo Tower. For one, Chisei had forbidden them from doing so, and for another, even if they tried, it would have been pointless—they simply couldn’t keep up with him.

But now, just as the battle seemed to be over, the situation had suddenly changed. Through their infrared binoculars, the once pitch-black Tokyo Tower suddenly lit up, with countless high-temperature targets swarming up the tower like a mass of tadpoles heading toward the top.

“Who brought heavy weapons?” Crow yelled.

Yasha opened a case, revealing a jet-black shoulder missile launcher glinting with cold light. “Russian SAM-16. Powerful enough, but I’m afraid it might blow up Tokyo Tower.”

“You idiot! Why the hell did you bring such useless weapons!” Crow roared.

“I never expected this situation to arise. Originally, I thought if Osho tried to escape by car, I’d blow him and the car sky-high.” Yasha explained. “Where did those Death Servitors come from?”

“They were already in the tower. Those things are somewhere between reptiles and humans. Reptiles are cold-blooded creatures, and their body temperatures match the environment, so they wouldn’t show up on infrared. Now that they’re starting to hunt, their blood is heating up, and their body temperatures are much higher than normal, which is why they’ve been detected,” Crow explained frantically but still tried to remain calm. “Those were Osho’s hidden ‘troops.’ He had planned to escape in the airship while the Death Servitors devoured everyone in the special lookout. Osho was their controller, but now that he’s dead, they’ll act on their bloodthirsty instincts and hunt indiscriminately—they’ve gone mad!”

The elevator doors opened, and after struggling through countless difficulties, Caesar and Chu Zihang finally made it to the main lookout. They had to change elevators to go up to the special lookout, but suddenly, they stopped in their tracks.

Inside the main lookout, countless writhing shadows slowly straightened up and twisted their heads around. It was the most grotesque head-turning motion in the world—these creatures could rotate their heads 180 degrees while keeping their lower bodies completely still.

Countless pairs of golden eyes stared at Caesar and Chu Zihang, as if their intelligence hadn’t yet grasped why fresh food had suddenly appeared from that square space.

“Sorry to interrupt your party!” Caesar pressed both the down button and the door-close button at the same time.

Chu Zihang’s two Uzi submachine guns appeared from under his arms, and he unleashed a barrage of gunfire. The Death Servitors leaped under the onslaught, and in those few seconds, the thick elevator doors closed.

“They’re still in the special watchtower,” Chu Zihang whispered, still not fully able to react. The scene had been too overwhelming, with countless predators staring at them in such astonishment.

“Trust me, this party is not one we should attend,” Caesar’s expression was similarly dazed. “When we were at Genji Heavy Industries, we had an armory at our backs. With our current gear, if we attend the party, we’ll just be delivering ourselves as food.”

The elevator began descending, and suddenly sharp protrusions appeared on the metal-clad doors, as if huge spikes were striking from the outside. Then a second, and a third protrusion followed. They were lucky that the radio tower’s construction adhered to military standards—ordinary elevator doors would have been pierced long ago.

“I told you, we aren’t welcome at this party,” Caesar muttered.

The elevator sped downward, Caesar and Chu Zihang standing side by side, cold sweat dripping.

“Is this Osho’s legacy?” Chisei’s back pressed against Tachibana’s.

“Deep evolution, Dragon-form Death Servitors! As expected, his technology surpasses mine!” Tachibana muttered in a low voice.

The Death Servitors had undergone absolute deep evolution—not only had they grown serpent tails, but even membranous wings. In countless ancient civilizations, wings, whether capable of flight or not, were symbols of dragons transcending normal creatures and approaching gods and demons.

These Death Servitors bore little human resemblance now, closer to frenzied flying dragons.

The legendary Dragon-form Death Servitors had finally emerged.

“Back to the elevator!” Chisei ordered. Yet he himself suddenly advanced, his long blade slicing through the air with a distorted arc.

The nearest Death Servitor folded its wings, charging at Chisei like an enraged gargoyle—a creature from ancient French architecture used to channel rainwater, similar to Chinese water-spouting beasts. With bat-like wings, a grotesque face, and a strong, hardened body, gargoyles were said to be animated by sorcerers to serve as their slaves. But before the gargoyle-like Death Servitor could leap over the railing, it collided with Chisei’s long blade.

Even without Kumogiri, Chisei still wielded Dōjigiri Yasutsuna. The Death Servitor plummeted from the tower, splitting in two as it neared the ground. Dōjigiri had cleaved it in half, but the wound only split open seconds later due to the blade’s sharpness.

The elevator wasn’t on this floor. Someone below had summoned it, robbing them of their escape and taking all the weapons inside as well.

Tachibana and Sakura rolled to the ground, grabbing weapons from the floor. Despite their injuries, having weapons was better than nothing in this situation.

Chisei retreated into the room, casually swinging his blade to flick off the black blood. The three of them regrouped, Sakura gripping her blade with both hands, Tachibana holding a two-meter-long exotic spear with a crescent-shaped tip—the Crescent Spear of the Hōzōin-ryū.

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