Dragon Clan: Thought So Far

The helicopter dropped them near Mount Fuji and left. The family could not devote all its strength to the battlefield with God. Evil was always growing in the shadow of Japanese society. Even if the doomsday came, the Sheqi family must ensure that there would be no chaos. Intensified to the point of completely destroying the original order.

Not every hybrid is a pure warrior, and family leaders are more like politicians.

Politicians will always plan the construction and benefit distribution after victory at the beginning of a war. This is the bad nature that has accompanied mankind for millions of years, or the so-called politics.

Yuan Zhisheng stood in the boundless storm, holding a Japanese sword in both hands. The rain soaked the uppers of his shoes and rolled down the blade, like a stream.

"Can you still receive the signal?" His voice was strange, hoarse and hard, making people feel like some humanoid monster was speaking.

"The contact is very reluctant, but it has not been interrupted yet. Kaguya has called all the satellites she can call to keep the signal penetrating those abnormal clouds." The cold girl's voice came out from the earbuds.

"Positioning still works?"

"Sorry, everyone, your location has completely disappeared from the positioning system." Sakura said softly.

"I said don't call me patriarch or young master. Sakura, there are not many people I can trust anymore. You are the only one who is always on the list of people who can be trusted." Yuan Zhisheng was completely wet with her mouth in her mouth. He was wearing a cigarette, and his whole body was soaked with white steam.

Only those truly powerful warriors are qualified to set foot on the battlefield of the Night Food Plain, but even Yuan Zhisheng did not expect that the entrance recorded in the family's ancient books was actually just a gap between the kingdom of the dead and the real world. This was definitely not where the ancestors returned to the human world. The gate, because this mountain is so quiet, as quiet as if everything has died.

But Mount Fuji is definitely a huge active volcano that is just sleeping. Some scientists say that when it erupts, the entire Eurasian plate will be impacted, and the Japanese archipelago will completely sink into the ocean trench. To this end, the prime ministers have also thought about applying for a piece of land from China or Australia to be used as an autonomous region for the government-in-exile when the country dies.

However, in view of the all-round rejection of Japan from government agencies to civil organizations in these two countries, some people said that if they really went to those two countries, they might be sent to concentration camps. Such a plan ultimately failed, and the cabinet changed Invest more money into Brazilian soil in the hope that one day in the future, the people of South America will be willing to provide some living space for the desperate Japanese.

All of Yuan Zhisheng's senses at this moment were heightened to an incredible level by the hot dragon's blood. Just when he was concentrating, his hearing was close to the effect that Yan Ling. Kama Itachi could achieve. The towering giant peak in front of them crept quietly. It looked like a sleeping giant waiting to wake up, but the giant had no heartbeat.

Yuan Zhisheng did not hear the flow of mountain streams in the rock formations, nor the roar of boiling magma. He could only hear the sound of rain and wind, and the harsh sound of the oncoming strong wind, which was similar to that of a beast grinding its teeth and sucking blood. Scream.

Japan’s GPS coverage is extremely high, especially near Tokyo, and it can even accurately locate within a few meters.

If the signal can be received but positioning cannot be achieved, it can only mean that they are no longer in Tokyo, or that they exist at the interface between movement and stillness and a certain space.

Apparently, Yuan Zhisheng had unknowingly led his army into the tombs of his ancestors.

"Our ancestors built the Night Food Plateau near such an active volcano, are they waiting for the destruction that is destined to come?" He whispered.

"That was many years ago. Perhaps when the Night Food Plain was built, the ancient Fuji had not yet collapsed, and the Kingdom of God stood between the two peaks." Tachibana Masamune said softly, there is evidence that it was about 11,000 years ago Thousands of years ago, large amounts of lava began to erupt from the west side of the top of ancient Fuji. These lava formed the main part of the current Mount Fuji, New Fuji. After that, the tops of Old Fuji and New Fuji were aligned east and west. More than 2,000 years ago, the top part of Old Fuji caused a large-scale landslide due to weathering, and eventually only the top of New Fuji remained. Mountain top.

The old man was one position behind Yuan Zhisheng. When he looked up, he could faintly see the cracks on the man's hard facial bones that were as fine as spider webs.

It seemed that even though he had already prepared to kill his younger brother, when Kazama Ruri pierced his heart with the blade, Yuan Zhisheng still felt that sadness spread throughout his body like a spring seeping out of his heart, like To extinguish all the blazing dragon's blood.

The exoskeleton covering Yuan Zhisheng's cheek fixed his muscles and nerves, preventing him from making a sad expression, so Yuan Zhisheng shattered those bones, and the expression on his face was distant and deep.

"In "The Tale of Bamboo", it is said that many samurai burned the elixir of immortality on the volcano closest to the sky, so the mountain was named Mount Immortal. Later, word of mouth spread it and it became today's Mount Fuji." Genji. Sheng gently vibrated the sword, and the two Japanese swords held tightly by the almost transparent white-gold claws buzzed and trembled, and the golden lines extended downward along the handles.

In Japanese, the pronunciations of "immortal" and "无End" are close to "Fuji", so Mount Fuji was originally called Immortal Mountain and Endless Mountain.

But today, few people call this sleeping giant that way anymore.

"The so-called elixir of immortality is actually the holy blood recorded in the Kojiki in the shrine, right? The warriors of the family are ordered by the head of each generation to bring the dead members of the family to the crater for burning. The holy blood given by God is returned to the kingdom of God, and the alchemical matrix that has maintained the operation of the kingdom of God so far is also able to obtain power replenishment without collapse... Not long ago, the academy attacked our Shiraha Dog Shrine and stole the corpses of the heads of the past generations. When we subsequently carried out maintenance, we found that all the recorded emperors from hundreds of years ago had only plain hunting clothes in their coffins. They never had corpses buried, and their corpses were all dedicated to the night food source."

Even if the proportion of royal blood in the blood of the Snake Eight Clan is now so thin that it is almost negligible, the snake-shaped dead waiters created in the underground laboratory of Genji Heavy Industries still spared no effort to hunt the members of the branch in the building on the day they escaped from the cage.

For monsters with dragon blood flowing in their bodies, there is nothing in the world that can provide them with the genes needed for evolution better than the descendants of the White King.

Holy blood represents the authority of the White King that is passed on to future generations along with genes. It is something that is enough to cause war. For hybrids, it is a violent alchemical reagent. Among thousands or even tens of thousands of people who swallow this reagent, there may be a lucky person who evolves into a new emperor, and the lifespan of these people is incredibly long. In the eyes of the ancients, it is almost like eternal life, so they call holy blood the elixir of immortality.

The blood of Amaterasu, the last emperor in history, can even cause the madness of the dead group, making them give up the food that is within their reach and attack him instead.

In this way, it can be inferred that it is not a fantasy for the ancient ancestors to use their own blood to irrigate this country of four people.

When Uesugi Yue left the Snake Eight Families, he killed the surviving old people and burned almost all the materials in the shrine. Genshiro didn't know whether the disaster caused the severance of inheritance, so that this thousand-year-long sacrifice was completely interrupted in their generation.

Of course, the thinness of the royal blood is also a reason why the sacrifices have ceased. In this generation, there are only three people in Japan who can be regarded as having the pure blood of the White King's descendants. These three people are Minamoto no Chisei, Minamoto no Chijo and Eri. In the decades and hundreds of years before this, the blood of the upper three families had been completely extinct, and even the head of the family was a son adopted from the lower five families.

The Snakezaki Eight Families can no longer find the body of the emperor who still has vitality, and no one can stop the border between the night food source and the present world.

Minamoto no Chisei breathed slowly, and the heavy rain in the sky followed and contracted. This is because the bloodline of this man is close to the blood limit of the ancient dragon. Any action he takes when he acts will trigger an elemental tide.

This is not a privilege of the king, but in history, only the princes who can be included in the seat of nobility can do it.

"Night Food Plain should have collapsed long ago. The ancient demons should have wreaked havoc on the world thousands of years ago, but our ancestors did everything they could to prevent this from happening. Until a certain disaster struck, the family's inheritance collapsed, and there was no emperor's body to sacrifice to the kingdom of the dead. Today, it will finally border Tokyo." Yuan Zhisheng slowly used the spider cut and the boy cut to draw a faint golden arc in the air. The space cut by the knife light collapsed, and the noise of the world came from the other side.

Sure enough, this Nibelungen was so fragile that even Yuan Zhisheng could open it.

But the ancestors couldn't do it, because they had already died, their blood dried up and their skin decayed. It was just that the death metal particles floating in the air in the Nibelungen replaced their bones and turned them into undead monsters. After using the ancient dragon serum, Yuan Zhisheng, who was surging on the road of evolution, could of course see the elements flowing with the flow of the wind, but dead things could not sense these ubiquitous energies.

Both Uesugi Yue and the Night Watcher were wrong. The demons wandering in the Night Food Field were indeed demons, but they were neither deadpools nor corpse guards. The real corpse guards were zombies that were killed and refined by alchemy like in Takamagahara. The real deadpools were beasts that still had life but their minds were completely corrupted.

The demons in the Night Food Field were just resurrected corpses, without desires or souls. They fought each other all day long, died and revived for thousands of years, and hated everything alive.

The dragon bone state was almost permanent, and Gen Chisei seemed to hear the sound of hot blood flowing in his blood vessels.

Walking on the increasingly decaying asphalt road under his feet, he began to smell the smell of metal corrosion that was a bit like blood.

The Nibelungen was always filled with such a smell, the Bronze City was like this, and so was Fenrir's doghouse, because it was the smell of death metal. Metal elements were killed and resurrected in the Nibelungen, and so on, and finally became super metals that could carry the alchemical matrix. Countless alchemy masters in history have described the chilling smell in detail when describing Nibelung.

Behind them, the men in black windbreakers stood guard with guns in silence. Dozens of people dispersed to protect the equipment taken from the king. As for the holy remains with only the spine left, they were sealed again with liquid nitrogen.

Tachibana Masamune didn't know what Minamoto Chisei wanted to do, but Minamoto Chisei was no longer the boy who grew up alone in the mountains, but the head of the Snake Eight Families who shouldered responsibilities, so he didn't ask.

From behind to in front of him, the old and almost decayed iron street lamps in the heavy rain went out one by one, and the gray curtain swallowed up the army.

Yuan Zhisheng growled in a suppressed voice, "Come closer to me." Everyone moved to protect the equipment and came behind Yuan Zhisheng.

He did this not to find some security for himself, but to protect these tribesmen.

There should be wandering ghosts everywhere in Nibelungen. Some of the ghosts may even be ancient emperors who were made into puppets. It is difficult for the eight families of Sheqi to fight against such monsters today.

In the darkness, dense sounds like crying, laughing, panting and groaning suddenly sounded, evenly distributed in every corner and every inch of space around, as if the whole world was spying on them in the dark.

In the middle of the team, a black Lexus roared and slowly came to the front of Yuan Zhisheng. In the car sat the old man of the Kansai branch. They were still active on the front line of slaying demons in the weakest and darkest era of the family. Most of them had gray hair and wore white robes, and black suits under the robes.

Since the rise of the Executive Bureau under the leadership of Inuyama He, the Kansai branch was finally able to withdraw from the stage of history. All branch heads entered the family's shrines scattered across Japan to meditate, so that many people have forgotten their reputation.

Those old men who look kind today are actually extremely evil criminals, with hot dragon blood flowing in their veins all year round.

The Kanto branch was established in imitation of the Kansai branch, but the lunatics headed by Akechi Asuya are as weak as babies in front of the old people.

The old man sitting in the driver's seat nodded to Minamoto Chisei, but did not look at Tachibana Masamune, who was wearing black clothes fluttering in the wind.

Although Minamoto Chisei did not reveal the news that the real Tachibana Masamune had died to anyone except Sakura, the Kansai branch has never respected the head of the Tachibana family who seemed quite weak in the past. They have more dragons in their bodies than humans, so they are more accustomed to thinking about problems with dragon thinking, respecting only the strong and despising the weak.

There are probably only two men in the family who are recognized by these people, one is Minamoto no Chisei, and the other is the powerful and mysterious head of the Fuma family.

People like Tachibana Masamune who came to power through political means are regarded as opportunistic villains by them, and Inuyama He is regarded as a shame by them.

Three Lexus cars are lined up, and the bright beams of the headlights tear through the darkness, like lightning in the dark clouds.

Everyone suddenly stopped, because the beam of light has undergone a strange change in the Nibelungen, where the rules of space are incredible. Suddenly, it seems that every drop of rain reflects the glow, so everything around is gradually lit up, and the darkness is driven away with them as the center.

It is really a magnificent and dreamy scene, and the light seems to be refracted unlimitedly in this space.

But when the true appearance of Mount Fuji appeared in front of Minamoto no Chisei, he still felt as if an ice needle pierced his heart and his whole body was piercing cold.

It actually sits on the boundless sea of ​​ice, with a gray-black sky above it and a huge black shadow swimming slowly below the sea of ​​ice. The shadow is even bigger than the Leviathan whale, with eight long necks at the end of its spine, and it is obviously a monster with eight heads.

The shadow of a huge mountain is reflected on the ice surface, and on the top of Mount Fuji in the reflection, a white dragon-shaped skeleton is crawling, with its wings hanging down as if touching the ice, covering the entire volcano, so huge that it reminds people of the Black King Nidhogg that they saw in the oil painting when they were enrolled in Kassel Academy.

"God..." Tachibana Masamune trembled as he walked forward. The old man's face showed confusion and horror, his lips trembling, and his dry gray hair fluttered in the biting cold wind like a dead vine tied to a holly tree.

Yuan Zhisheng grabbed the old man, and his high body temperature immediately burned dense blisters on Tachibana Masamune's arms, but the clone did not show any pain at all, and only despair was revealed in his eyes.

He pulled Tachibana Masamune behind him, and the muscles under the white scales on his back undulated like mountains. The two rows of scales split by themselves, and there were bone fans gathered together inside. The bone fans were slender and rugged, and when they were opened, they turned out to be huge wings like dragons.

The wings still covered with blood stretched, and the fierce back muscles bulged. Yuan Zhisheng exhaled such a long breath, and the sound of the heart roaring in his chest rang loudly in everyone's ears.

The cadres of the Executive Bureau seemed to have expected it long ago. No one showed a shocked expression, but everyone's hands holding guns or knives were trembling slightly, because the scene in front of them was too incredible.

Yuan Zhisheng had already flapped his wings and slowly rose into the air. In the light and fire, he raised a hand covered with white scales, and the claw blade was crystal clear.

Everyone stopped and looked up at the man embracing the darkness.

"We can't go any further. I guess this is not the exit of Night Food Field, but its entrance. We have reached the boundary between reality and illusion." Yuan Zhisheng said softly, the rain hit his cheeks, and the platinum exoskeleton was healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Everyone was suddenly startled. They realized that they were confused by the incredible scenery under the sacred mountain and ignored what was right in front of them.

It was not until Yuan Zhisheng reminded them that they realized that this road did not lead to Mount Fuji, but a huge bridge across the mountain. The bridge body was ancient copper-colored and the surface was rusty.

It crosses the towering mountain peaks. From the reflection of the ice surface, it seems to be passing on the huge corpse. The two sides of the bridge seem to reflect the shadow of a city. Each piece of ancient bricks that make up the bridge is printed with glass-like light and fire. It is not the mysterious Lexus headlights that illuminate the ice sea and the volcano. That thing probably just triggered the resonance of the alchemical matrix on the bridge, allowing it to reintroduce the light and fire of a certain city into the kingdom of the dead.

Yuan Zhisheng looked up indifferently, and only felt that the city was swaying in the rainstorm, like Tokyo after the end of the world. It has been washed by rain for many years and there is no trace of life.

Compared with others, Yuan Zhisheng saw more because of his excellent bloodline. In the depths of his soul, there is an evil dragon that wants to devour everything and is awakening. Theoretically, others who enter Nibelungen fall into purgatory from others, while he enters Nibelungen theoretically at most as a thief breaking into the owner's house.

"There are few living people in the world who can enter the world of the dead. Rushing in will only bring disaster." Gen Chisheng said, he looked back at the fully armed executive bureau and waved his hand, "Kansai branch, come with me, you return along the original route, and then go to Genji Heavy Industries to help Yasha guard Kaguya's host."

At this point, no one believes that God's resurrection is due to some kind of coincidence. Many invisible hands are manipulating everything behind the scenes.

For example, the Holy Palace Medical Association composed of dark monarchs mentioned by the killed Friedrich.

If it eventually comes to the point of coming to the front, those people will definitely want to seize control of Kaguya to counter EVA's monitoring of Tokyo and even the entire Japan.

In this case, Genji Heavy Industries must not have any accidents. Gen Chisheng even gave Yasha the order to destroy Kaguya's host at the necessary moment, even if this behavior may completely reduce the post-war Snakezaki Eight Families to vassals of the secret party.

The gathered black-clad men quietly split into two groups. The young faces bowed deeply to Minamoto Chisei after putting away their swords, then silently retreated into the rainstorm, disappearing at the junction of Nibelungen and the real world. The gray-haired old men silently lit up their golden pupils. The rain flowed along the wrinkles on their cheeks, and the golden pupils looked like tiny lava.

"I thought there would be zombies like a tsunami rushing out from the depths of a huge cave on Mount Fuji, sweeping us away like a tide, but I didn't expect it to be so quiet." Tachibana Masamune said softly, he looked up at Minamoto Chisei's face, after the dragon transformation, Minamoto Chisei's height was nearly two meters.

"There is no cave, this is the entrance." Yuan Zhisheng said, "If we regard the Night Food Plain as a living entity, it doesn't matter if we say this is its esophagus."

"Esophagus?"

"The warriors chose to burn the elixir of immortality here because the top of Mount Fuji is the closest to the kingdom of God. The holy blood there turned into fragments of the power of the White King and returned to Nibelung, supporting this ancient country to continue to operate in a decaying way." Yuan Zhisheng said, "The gods initially shared only a little blood with Izanagi, and our ancestors gave birth to more offspring, using the continuation of blood to complete the incomplete genes in the holy blood. The Night Food Plain used this power to continue to exist."

"So there will be no Deadpool here?" Tachibana Masamune frowned. He actually wore a long sword on his waist. The name of the sword was Kikuichimonji, a symbol of family inheritance and a famous sword for slaying demons.

"You don't need a brand to enter the intersection of the two worlds. The Night Food Hara allows the family's warriors to offer sacrifices, and of course the Deadpools will not disturb this sacred ceremony." Gen Chisheng said, he had opened the door of a Lexus and got in, and Tachibana Masamune also entered from the other side. The two sat side by side, and the temperature in the car rose because of Gen Chisheng's high body temperature.

"But it's not certain if we go deeper into it. We might face the real Red Guards." He said.

The Red Guards were cavalry units wearing red armor during the Japanese Warring States Period. They used three-meter bamboo spears and small iron cannons. They were called "the copper wall and iron wall in front of Takao's formation." At that time, a considerable number of the elite Red Guards were members of the Snake Eight Clan. They roared like demons on the battlefield and harvested the lives of the enemy.

Everyone got into their respective vehicles, and the vans packed the equipment. They drove onto the long bridge forged with ancient bronze and flew across Mount Fuji.

Yuan Zhisheng looked down. On the ice, he could see the distorted reflection of Mount Fuji, huge creatures swinging their long tails and swimming by, and Tokyo, which was suffering at the moment.

This place was extremely chaotic but also had a solemn beauty. The person who created this space must be both a madman and a genius.

The endless ice surface was like a glass cover covering the entire Tokyo. Yuan Zhisheng was a god looking down through the clouds. He saw the huge shadow in Tokyo Bay twisting angrily, and the tide that poured into the city slowly receded. Only then did the people in the city have a chance to escape. People in the east drove to the west, while people in the west fled outside the city. Everyone's face was full of fear and terror, and even their souls could be seen trembling under their pale skin.

"If we enter the Night Food Plain before the God revives, we will see a Tokyo submerged by the tide from here." Yuan Zhisheng said softly. The Night Food Plain is waking up, and what they see now is the distortion phenomenon caused by the collision of two spaces.

But before that, this kingdom of the dead still remained in the time and space of many years ago. The time here is still, but it can still reflect reality, so he would say so. Before the gate was opened, the night food field would always stay on the day when Takama-ga-hara sank into the sea.

Many years ago, the night food field was the shadow of Takama-ga-hara.

At this time, this shadow still preserves the memory of Takama-ga-hara, but there is nothing alive in it. Only the hunters who have turned into dry bones are hunting each other forever, looking up at the sky without light.

The long stretch of lights on the roads in Tokyo City after the tide receded in the ice surface are re-lit. It is the traffic that survived the flood and gathered again, like a spider web or a tributary of the river, and finally gathered into a thick long river.

Such traffic volume has long exceeded the road design capacity, and many important transportation hubs have been destroyed in the tide, so everyone is moving slowly. In the disaster, even the Japanese, who are as precise as gears, fell into chaos. The long traffic flow was filled with horns that made people's ears buzz. At first, only one car was honking the horn, and finally every car began to make a harsh sound, as if the people driving them could vent their fears.

It's really the end of the world. Everyone is running like crazy, but if the gods are resurrected in the end and the night food source is awakened, where can they run to?

Yuan Zhisheng thought of the "Day of Victory" described in the White King's prophecy.

That day will be the day when the White King's descendants rule the world. The white emperor sits on a sedan chair carried by hundreds of people. Her footprints cross the ocean and Europe, and go to the red plateau at the end of the earth. The attendants dressed in copper and gold raise long banners that cover the sky for her. The blood of the enemies splashes on those long banners that tower into the sky, and it takes three full days for them to flow into the land. Wherever she goes, she builds cities with the bones of the enemies as the foundation. All the cities are connected into an indestructible giant wall. From then on, the south of the giant wall is her imperial capital. All the conquered tribes are exiled to the north of the giant wall, and they can only wail in the ice and snow, praying that the sun will rise earlier to give them a little warmth.

But the White King's descendants at that time should be more noble, pure-blooded...dragons, they are hybrids with human blood mixed in their bodies, and they will be destroyed by the returning White King. That is her shame, and this shame lasts for several epochs.

The world is so big, there is no place for her anymore.

Suddenly, Yuan Zhisheng was stunned, because he noticed that the traffic in Yinsu District suddenly changed. He looked over and found that all the vehicles in the middle of the road were squeezing to the sides. Even the royal-level cars like Rolls-Royce were trying to squeeze themselves out of the road leaving the city, even if the body of the car was deformed, even if it could not be repaired.

Then a whole convoy drove through the cleared passage, in an orderly manner, but at an unusually fast speed.

"They are children. When the race is facing destruction, continuing the genes has always been the best solution for organisms." Tachibana Masamune said softly, "In human terms... in the name of love."

"In the name of love..." Yuan Zhisheng murmured in a low voice.

He suddenly laughed out loud.

If it was half a year ago, he didn't even know what he should fight for besides his duties as an emperor. His so-called "in the name of love" could probably only be an empty and funny slogan like "for the greatness of mankind".

But everything has changed today. In this doomsday storm, there is always a faint and deep breath echoing in the ear. If Gen Chisheng wants to say "love" to someone, he can say it to the girl on the other side of the earplug ten thousand times.

Besides, the girl has his child in her belly, and this world is worth saving.

"So where are we going?" Tachibana Masamune said, "If there is no Deadpool here who wants to break through the shackles, then they must have found another exit. Now the most important thing we should do is to find that exit to minimize the impact, right?"

"No, we have to completely close the Night Food Field so that it can never be opened again and bury our ancestors." Gen Chisheng said.

At this time, the convoy has roared to the highest point of the bridge. After climbing over a steep slope, a huge shadow fell all over the sky.

It turned out to be a tall tower!

It was clearly the tower that Caesar and Chu Zihang had seen in the abyss. Yuan Zhisheng had his own channels to get the information listed in the S-class top-secret archive by the school board, which contained the film and television materials of the tower.

Standing in the ancient city forged with black iron, it looked more magnificent than when it was in the sea. Its height was nearly twice that of the Tokyo Tower. It was purely cast in metal, and the surface was full of ancient characters and totems. These patterns formed the shape of a dragon and went up to the height of the tower.

In the dark black city with a metallic luster, the torrent was roaring and surging, and the white waves were beating the black iron walls. Every building was as magnificent as the tower, like a dense mountain, and the iron spikes decorated on the roof pointed to the sky, so sharp that it seemed to cut the sky.

"If we continue to move forward, we will go to the exit of the Night Food Plain. Based on the geography of ancient Takamagahara, we can infer that the center of the Kingdom of God should be near today's University of Tokyo. If nothing else, the Fuma Family Master and the Ryoma Family Master You should have appeared at the exit, fighting side by side with the defenders there. This is the core of the Nibelungen. Looking down, you can see the top of Mount Fuji, where our ancestors paid their respects to the dead for many years. "The country will perform a sacrifice." Yuan Zhisheng waved his hand, and in the heavy rain, the van reached the highest point of the huge viaduct. A dozen men reassembled the equipment that was originally used to exchange the blood of Yuan Zhisheng and Friedrich. Install it,

"Lie in." He ordered Tachibana Masamune coldly.

Judging from the direction of the man's finger, it turned out to be the medical cabin that was supposed to be used by Friedrich.

"Wha...what?" Masamune Tachibana showed a hint of astonishment on his face.

"My body is about to collapse, but the royal power cannot close the Night Food Plateau, let alone destroy it." Yuan Zhisheng took the holy remains sealed by liquid nitrogen from the hands of the old man from the relationship branch who looked like a priest beside him, and stepped into Yuan Zhisheng In the medical cabin where the woman was supposed to die, he pressed the quartz capsule containing the holy remains into the groove. The rain fell on his hard cheeks, and the gold in his eyes was like exploding flames.

"In this world, apart from those world-destroying word spirits that can destroy space attributes, only commandments can completely stabilize the elements that build the Nibelung roots, and then destroy its foundation. Originally, this work should be completed by the Night Watch. , but I have observed you for a long time, and you have the original character of dad, so maybe you are the more suitable person."

There was a trace of confusion in Tachibana Masamune's eyes, and there was also a trace of undetectable excitement hidden deep in his eyes... almost crazy excitement.

"Zhisheng, you know I won't do this!" He said angrily, "You have no right to make such a sacrifice. The whole family can die for you, but you told us that you will die at the front!"

"As I said, this is the core of the Nibelungs. As long as a king uses the precepts close to the ancient power in the core of the kingdom of the dead, the Nibelungs can be destroyed from the foundation. Moreover, the holy bones will only parasitize the emperor. The parasitism of other people is all for use, because only the emperor's genes are enough to accommodate the transformation of God." Yuan Zhisheng looked at his crystal clear hands with brilliant golden eyes, and the pale scales slowly opened and closed.

"I have also used the ancient dragon's serum. Compared to the hybrids like the young girls who use evolutionary drugs to advance to that level, I am the most suitable host... But after I am parasitized, the things in this body will still be Me? I doubt this very much, so I decided to follow the general's theory a long time ago, that is, to create a new, trustworthy god and let this god destroy the Night Food."

He waved his hand, and the expressionless men held the struggling Tachibana Masamune down into the medical cabin, and then closed the glass cover tightly.

The sound of palms slapping came from the cover, and a look of ridicule appeared on Yuan Zhisheng's face. He lay down in another medical cabin, and the quartz glass slowly covered him from top to bottom.

"Don't let things from the Nibelungs bother us during this process," he said softly.

The old people bowed deeply and said nothing.

The sound of dead rain enveloped Yuan's childish world, and a folding knife slipped silently into the palm of his hand from an unknown corner.

It was a weapon with an elegant shape. The brass corners were rubbed until they shone brightly. The unique patterns of Damascus steel were all over the blade, making it wildly beautiful.

At the same time, hot blood began to flow downward from Yuan Zhisheng's wrist. He actually tore off his own scales and cut his own blood vessels with a knife.

The next second, the purple-black blood suddenly swelled out from the cut right arm and protruded from the body surface. There seemed to be something alive inside, climbing towards the chest like a group of snakes.

At the same time, Yuan Zhisheng felt something cut open his back, and a sharp thorn pierced his spine.

"I already know that becoming a ghost more powerful than the emperor still can't kill you." The man said softly, with an unforgettable ferocious anger underneath his face. "Despicable, insidious, and cunning, more than the filthiest ghost in the world." Things are a hundred times filthy, but we have to pay so much in order to kill you. In this case, let the thing you have been pursuing for so many years kill you, my respect..."

"Dr. Herzog."

The sound of the rainstorm completely overwhelmed all of Yuan Zhisheng's senses. He suddenly felt that he was swimming in a warm sea. It must be his mother's womb. It was so beautiful and safe. It was a pity that he and Zhisheng were both test-tube babies and had never had a baby. There is nothing like mother...

The whole world suddenly became dead silent, leaving only the men in black hunting their wind cloaks in the strong wind. (End of chapter)