Volume 3 Hello, Eri Chapter 320: The Fall of God (I)
The entire area of Yomiuri-no-Gourmet Horizon is about 50% of Honshu Island. Everything is presented as the opposite of the real world, including, of course, the sacred mountain in the hearts of the Japanese, Mount Fuji.
However, in this space that was fabricated out of thin air, it is a truly dead active volcano. It can always present geological activities similar to volcanic eruptions, but there is no real magma gushing out. Tens of thousands of tons of lava flow along the mountain, and the area stretching for more than ten kilometers is dyed golden, but the magma does not have a high enough temperature.
Like the dead water in the Nibelung, the lava was also dead fire. The ghosts were surprised to see that the lava had covered their legs, but they could still wade in it. The only problem was that the lava was also sticky, as if everyone was soaked in a sea of lava-colored jelly, and it was difficult to walk. Every time, they had to spend a lot of effort to pull their legs out and lift them up high before putting them down.
The crater of Mount Fuji in Nibelungen is the same as the real crater, with an altitude of about 3,700 meters and a diameter of about 800 meters. You even need to take some protection when you come to such a place because the temperature drops dramatically.
The crater was surrounded by members of the Ghost Clan, each wearing protective clothing and working hard. Twelve water pumps from twelve pumps poured into the crater, the water was as red as blood, and several helicopters were hovering in the sky, with spotlights emitting white beams of light to patrol the surroundings. The forest at the foot of the mountain was full of light and dark sentries, and armed guards were closely monitoring to prevent anyone who threatened the awakening of God from approaching. The road leading to the mountain was arranged with sentries, and each sentry had a squad of firepower.
The crater is the dead lava of Nibelung . After losing its high temperature properties, people can easily stand in this position and watch it up close, giving a feeling of fairy tale reappearance. The pumps contain chemical reagents developed by Herzog, the main raw materials of which are serum extracted from Deadpool's body, plus Herzog's own secret blend.
The depth of the crater of Mount Fuji is about 200 meters. Judging from the amount used now, the number of Deadpools that Herzog has cultivated and killed over the years is tens of thousands, which is basically an army. A group of Deadpools of this size is enough to directly destroy the Snake Eight Clan. However, most of this Deadpool army died at the hands of their own people, including the Executive Bureau of the Snake Eight Clan. Every time Genji killed a Deadpool, the serum he took would be handed over to Herzog by Tachibana Masamune.
These deadpools are actually sacrifices. Only a small part of the medicines extracted from them are actually used on the ghosts. The rest are basically stockpiled and used to open the road to the underworld when this tomb of the gods appears on the day.
A large amount of chemical reagents were injected into the crater and mixed with the lava. The liquid surface gradually began to rise, and more and more bubbles emerged from it, like a boiling pot. Everyone vaguely heard a sound, which did not come from the crater, but seemed to appear directly in their bodies. The shadow that had been silent for countless years outlined her shadow staring at everyone in her mind, and a pair of golden eyes quietly opened in an invisible place.
"Did you hear that?" Herzog and Masamune Tachibana were sitting in the same helicopter, overlooking the scene happening in the crater from above.
"This can't be called listening. I just feel that the White King is even living behind me." Tachibana Masamune's hair stood on end. Although he knew there was nothing there, he still looked back to feel at ease. But the feeling as if someone was looking down on him from behind was really unsettling, as if he was just a bug, a humble bug that didn't even have the qualifications to see the emperor clearly and would be trampled underfoot.
This was the first time he had such a feeling. If he were rated according to the bloodline of Kassel Academy, he would even be above Chu Zihang. There was probably no one among the current group of fierce ghosts who could challenge him.
Tachibana Masamune knew that this was the result of Herzog's drug infiltration over the years, and that drug had broken through the genetic limitations. Many people in the demon clan took this drug, and everyone had improved to varying degrees, but this was the limit. Even Tachibana Masamune could feel the existence of that illusory barrier, which was something that existed in the bloodline genes. Without crossing that barrier, they would always be just humans and could never become a member of the dragon clan.
Now the most capable members of the Ghost Clan gathered around Mount Fuji, watching the scene in the crater, their eyes were filled with excitement and bloodshot. This was the reward for their years of hard work. The road to the underworld had truly opened the first door in front of them. Under the magma was what they really wanted. Some people even wanted to jump down, but were stopped by their rational companions.
Like Masamune Tachibana, they also had the feeling that someone was watching them, but they were not as afraid as Masamune Tachibana. As the surface of the magma gradually rose and got closer to the crater, the feeling became stronger and stronger, and their hearts surged more and more. They could not help but get excited and shouting "Come on, Daddy!" in Japanese spread among the crowd like a plague. Everyone put on all kinds of exaggerated poses to cheer for the thing in there. Everyone wanted to see the real God as soon as possible.
"This is a call from our bloodline," Herzog said, holding a glass of red wine as rich as blood. "Watching their revelry really makes me want to dance and celebrate with them, but unfortunately I can't hear them."
"Can't hear?" Tachibana Masamune was stunned. It was Herzog who asked him if he could hear it first, but Herzog himself did not have this feeling.
"Because the dragon blood that gave me the dragon gene came from the King of the Ocean and Water. The four monarchs are all descendants of the Black King, so strictly speaking, I am also. But you are different from the people below. You were born in Japan and your bloodline comes from the White King. She has awakened and is calling her descendants. Of course, only people of her bloodline can hear it. Look there."
Herzog stretched his hand out of the helicopter. Under the strong light of the spotlight, he could vaguely see countless black shadows running towards the sentry post at the foot of the mountain. They were very fast, like elongated snake shadows. The sentry responded immediately, and the machine gun fired a dense fire net directly at the black shadows. The first black shadow broke into the light of the sentry post, and the ghosts saw clearly that it was the Deadpool in the Night Food. The steel-like fangs bit open his neck in an instant, and followed by an army of Deadpools.
"It really looks like a tribute from all nations." Tachibana Masamune said, "I'm afraid all the deadpools of the entire Night Food Plain will flock here? I originally thought that the Snake Eight Clan had no room to fight back in this situation, and your guard arrangements were unnecessary, but now it seems that I was wrong."
"No, you are still wrong." Herzog smiled. "After so many years of devouring each other, the Deadpools in the Night Food Field have an astonishing bloodline and ferocity. It is impossible for the Demon Clan to stop them alone. I didn't even think of asking them to stop these Deadpools. I just wanted them to be eaten at this time. In this way, there will be fewer people who share the God's legacy with us."
"As expected of you." Tachibana Masamune smiled knowingly. Herzog was just that kind of person. Otherwise, they wouldn't have been so distant for so many years until the emergence of Kassel Academy. "But there are still so many people around the crater."
"It will be gone soon." Herzog drank the red wine in the glass, threw the glass out of the helicopter, and increased the helicopter's flying altitude.
Millions of bubbles surged on the surface of the lava layer. Violent vibrations came from the center of the mountain. Eight snake-like long tails broke through the surface from different directions one after another. Each long tail was linked to the same direction, which was Mount Fuji. It was as if this majestic holy mountain had grown eight legs at this moment, and it wanted to escape when it sensed the danger.
The ground cracked instantly, and all the people in the crater were thrown to the ground. From the perspective of the helicopter, Mount Fuji was collapsing. The astonishing cracks expanded to dozens or even hundreds of meters in a breath or two. The entire mountain was separated like peeling garlic in a split of this scale.
The machines brought by the ghosts and themselves were swallowed up by the fissure in such a vibration. The survivors used walkie-talkies to communicate with the helicopters in the sky, hoping that they would risk coming down to rescue them, but no one answered. White silk threads emerged from the magma, grabbed his ankles and pulled him into the magma.
No one knew what happened down there, whether they drowned or fell to death. Those who were not dead could hear the huge chewing sound. Every sound of the bones intertwining was deafening. God was there, and he was eating.
It's the end of the world, with the sky falling and the earth cracking. Everyone is running for their lives, but no one can escape. They have all been deceived by Herzog. The chemical reagents poured into the crater are indeed used to wake up the White King and provide it with nutrition. But that thing will also hurt the White King, angering her, causing her to break out of the cocoon in an incomplete state, eager to seek more food. The surrounding ghosts will be the first unlucky ones because of their bloodline. Even if someone can survive the landslide by chance, the White King will not let them go. The white mycelium threads roll the bodies of the ghosts out of the cracks and drag them into the magma to eat, which reminds people of the spider of the broodmother.
Most of the roads leading up the mountain no longer exist, but the Deadpools are still fearlessly charging towards the crater. White filaments grow from the cracks in the mountain, staining the soil and trees, forming a huge predatory net that devours the Deadpools, whose number is comparable to that of an army, one by one.
The Deadpool in the Night Food was originally the food prepared by the White King for his own awakening. Over the years, the Eight Snake Clans have continuously thrown in Deadpool's corpses to increase the quantity and quality. The new king is in urgent need of nutrition. She once escaped from the wrath of the Black King, but the price was that she had to deliberately deceive humans to prolong her life.
The white mycelium even shot into the air, not even sparing the helicopters in the sky. The ghosts controlling the helicopters never expected that they would be attacked at such a height. The entire wing was entangled by the mycelium and they struggled weakly, and were quickly brought into the crater. Only the one controlled by Herzog had increased its altitude in advance, and the mycelium's range was not enough, so it couldn't reach these delicious foods of theirs.
"What an insatiable ugly thing!" Herzog said disdainfully. From the sky, both he and Herzog could see the true face of the White King, who had already partially emerged from the lava.
The legendary Yamata no Orochi has no beauty or majesty. Its eight long tails are mainly a greedy mouth with sharp teeth like spears. There is one head on each of the eight tails, but because it is too long and too big, it is not visible at all. The body of this giant creature is comparable to the entire Nibelung, so it is buried underground. The extremely heavy weight makes it completely unable to move. When it is not fully grown, it is just a creature that can only lie on the ground to eat, which is no different from a low-IQ beast.
"It's very different from the god I imagined." Tachibana Masamune was also disgusted by the appearance of this thing, especially when she ate, she made a sound like a ghost chewing, which made people very uncomfortable. "Such a big thing, how are you going to take its power?"
"A thing that can't move is just a target. Just shoot it to death. I have weapons to deal with it, but it's not the right time yet."
Masamune Tachibana and Herzog drew their guns at the same time, pointing them at each other's foreheads, and the helicopter automatically entered an unmanned control state.
This should have been the moment of turning against each other, but both of them smiled at the same time, because when they boarded the plane, they saw the guns that each other carried. Of course, this could be said to be for self-defense, but they both knew the real purpose - those were bullets used to shoot at each other.
The White King has already appeared, and she is just a mentally retarded child who has been poisoned by drugs and cannot even move on her own, so it will be very easy to steal her power.
But before that, the last obstacle must be cleared. In fact, Herzog has made it very clear just now that he will not share the God's legacy with others. The dead ghosts are the best proof. Tachibana Masamune also thinks so. They are both greedy and ambitious, and no one intends to let the other live to the end and enjoy it alone.
"We still have to come to this point," Herzog said with emotion.
"Yeah, but it's not surprising. Hasn't it been like this for us all these years? Sometimes we're enemies, sometimes we're friends, driven by interests and always on guard against each other." Tachibana Masamune shrugged his shoulder without the gun.
"I should have chosen a partner who was easier to control. People like you are too cunning. You eat my food and even want to take away the pot from me."
"It's okay. I will use the White King's dragon meat to cook a dish for you on your grave, and boil the bones for a hot soup. I will do this every year to commemorate our lost friendship. This way you don't have to worry about feeding others what you have worked hard for your whole life."
