Starting from the Dragon Tribe! - Chapter 58

Starting From the Dragon Tribe

Chapter 58: Awaken

It would be hard for anyone to walk through this flood of flowers, so how could a little girl do it?

But these flowers didn’t try to stop her. No matter where she went, they all parted, as if welcoming their queen.

Could it be that the 3rd generation dragon had long awakened and was hiding within the village as a little Khoikhoi girl?

Bob was horrified. The one standing in front of him was potentially an exalted 3rd generation pureblood member of the Dragon Raja!

But in the next moment, he overruled that idea, but his face full of horror did not recede, because the earth beneath his feet started to tremble!

Along with his struggling and the girl’s cries of alarm, the ground shook and cracked. A bronze coffin rose up from the ground.

At this moment, the sky thundered, and the sea of flowers swayed and danced, as if performing in honor of the coming of a king!

Immediately, thunder clouds covered the sky, and rain began to pour down. The flowers once again grew like mad, nourished by the rain. The path of flowers that had been cut down began to regenerate. The swaying flowers reached toward the sky as if celebrating the existence of the bronze coffin, but also looked like sinners of hell reaching out to grab the doorway of heaven!

And Bob instinctively hugged the little girl toward him before he was swept up into the air by the branches. If the owner of the bronze coffin was the 3rd generation species, then what was this little girl?

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He had once learned, back at the college, that certain noble pure-blood dragons needed sacrifices when awakening—special sacrifices that they had long prepared with their own blood in advance. This blood was passed down from generation to generation within the tribe for thousands of years, and the blood that these sacrificial pawns had made them highly revered in the tribe, and they were hailed as shamans and shamanesses.

Shamans would organize sacrifices long before the Dragon Raja awakened, beseeching them to bring them good winds and rains, to accept the people’s revering cheers. In this time, they would forget their true purpose… until the venerated existence awoke.

They would be disguised as God’s most devout followers and hold the sacrificial ceremony, yet they were the sacrifice.

Bob understood why the little girl was not hindered by the sea of flowers. She had run to her worshiped God of Nature, unaware that it was a death sentence.

She thought the flowers honored her like a princess, making way for her. She didn’t know that they were guards who were respectfully sending the sacrifice to the altar of their God. The swaying branches were indeed rejoicing and leaping, but it was not for her, but for the sacrifice to be delivered and for saluting their awakening king!

“We were wrong, so wrong,” Bob whispered. It wasn’t clear if he was talking to his colleagues, or himself.

In recent years, the Secret Party had crusaded against several 3rd generation dragons, and he had been fortunate enough to witness it from afar once, believing that hybrids had become so strong when using technology that 3rd generation species were no longer a problem.

But he had forgotten that the hunt he had seen was a 3rd generation that had been sealed for thousands of years. The coffin was like an iron maiden, thousands of thorns piercing its once exalted body. When it awakened, it was weakened to less than a tenth of its original power!

And the one that they were attempting to hunt was a 3rd generation that had developed in a normal cocoon. After a thousand, or even thousands of years of sleep, its power had very likely returned to its peak!

Now all that exalted being only needed a grand ceremony to announce its return to the world.

And the song of that ceremony would be the despaired wailing of life, while the salutation fireworks would be the blood mist drifting under the moonlight.

The bronze coffin slowly opened. Bob stared with wide eyes, not daring to avert his gaze even a bit. it may die today, but he was determined to find out what he was going to die to!

Along with the opening of the coffin, he finally heard it: the song that the girl had talked about. It was like a song from the ancient times, melodious and moving, but was tinged with infinite loneliness.

The being in the bronze coffin sat up. The sku thundered violently, the rain poured relentlessly. The sea of flowers danced like a crowd of mad demonesses, welcoming its arrival.

In the command room, Purtell’s face was gloomy as he initiated a call to the headquarters of the Execution Bureau on the other side of the ocean, “This 3rd generation species is stronger than expected. activate the backup plan first, just in case.”

The Execution Bureau never fought a battle unprepared. Even if they were the survey team, they too had backup plans in case of emergency!

The nearest US garrison base had two F-35 stealth fighters at this time, which had just taken off while equipped with alchemic missiles.

At the same time, he also hurriedly asked around where the S-grade ace agent was at this moment.

If the S-grade couldn’t take care of this problem, then the Secret Party would show the dragons the great power of technology! In this South African desert, where there were no civilians nearby, they could be completely unrestrained!

And yet on Bob’s side, he was holding a “civilian” in his arms. The series of sudden changes made him forget to report back to the top, but it didn’t matter, because he and the little girl were about to die at the hands of the 3rd generation dragon.

In the bronze coffin, thousands of green silk spilled out onto a blue silk crafted by unknown materials. The silk had not faded even after thousands of years. It accentuated the enchanting curves of the woman.

Thousands of years of time were unable to leave a mark on the woman’s face. That flawless skin was illuminated by the fluorescence of the flower sea, like fine jade. Her near-perfect face would make anyone bemoan of God’s partialness—but no! She was one of the gods to begin with!

Bob saw a pair of golden eyes different from the ones he had ever seen. The light emitted from their gaze seemed to be unparalleled under the heavens. The wind howled, the flowers boiled. If one were to call this a ceremony, then the prelude to the climax had just reached its end.

The woman’s ruby lips slightly opened, the sorrowful dirge emerged from her throat. Her gaze shifted to Bob and the girl, who were suspended by the flowers in midair. At this moment, Bob felt the overwhelming pressure of absolute authority. It was like a mountain; it was like a tsunami!

He simply could not meet the eyes of this exalted being. And yet she wasn’t looking at him, but at the girl in his arms.

Sara finally sensed something. Her blood was pulling her towards her, yet she was absolutely terrified. She looked at the beautiful sister and wanted to kneel, to bow down. An irrepressible wave of adoration filled her mind, but a more intense emotion overpowered that emotion. It was fear.

“Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah—” Sara finally couldn’t help but burst into tears. In this moment, she didn’t want to see the God of Nature ever again; she never wanted to be a shamaness ever again.

Bob laughed bitterly and thought, what use is it to cry at this time!

At least he saw hope: the agents had arrived. Their weapons, glinting with a harsh cold, cut through the flowers. Many golden eyes ignited and looked toward the exalted woman.

In an instant, all of them felt a sense of submission brought about by the suppression of their hybrid blood. Had they not been A-grade elites, they would not have been able to grip their swords at this point!

The woman slightly lowered her head to gaze around the group of hybrids, frowning slightly. How venerable she was, yet these peasants dared to raise their weapons at her!

These lowly infidels should be kowtowing in front of her!

Her ruby lips opened slightly, creating an invisible gravitational sphere.

The agents couldn’t even activate their Kotodama before they were frozen in place. The weaker ones couldn’t take it anymore, and with the strengthening of the sphere, finally began to fall one by one to their knees.

Kotodama: Kingship!

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