Volume 3 Hello, Eri Chapter 321: The Fall of God (Part 2)
"Soups are not to my taste. You know, I 'm German. I'm fine with wraps, pizza or noodle salads." Herzog said, "In fact, I haven't eaten anything decent in many years. Dragon's blood destroyed my esophagus, so I can only swallow like a python every time I eat. You can't understand what it feels like to drink vegetable soup for more than ten years. So my biggest pursuit now is actually to get the White King's legacy. The first thing I will do after I succeed is to eat the pork knuckle and Munich sausages that I haven't seen for a long time."
His tone was so calm, and he even had a little nostalgia when he mentioned the long-missed German food. It felt like a dying old man, sitting in a foreign country and missing the mountains and rivers where he was born and raised. If Tachibana Masamune didn't know Herzog so well, he would have believed his lies.
"What a coincidence! Actually, I miss Moscow too. The Soviet Union collapsed not long after I left, and the glory of the Soviet Union no longer exists. As a soldier of that era, I still have strong patriotic feelings in my heart. If I get the White King's legacy, I will definitely help Russia restore its country, return to the Soviet era, and realize the glory of a republic for all." Tachibana Masamune said with a smile, "Does my ideal sound much greater than yours? I think you can give it to me, and I can still give you the most authentic Munich sausages, which are shipped from Germany right after they are baked."
Both men left their seats, guns pointed at each other, telling cynical lies and pacing cautiously in circles.
Tachibana Masamune had seen Herzog's fighting ability many years ago. In terms of the dragon bloodline, Herzog could use drugs to improve him to his current level, so Herzog himself could certainly take the same drugs. Therefore, Tachibana Masamune had been preparing for a long time, and he knew that he would definitely have a formal break with Herzog.
Herzog was also thinking. Like Tachibana Masamune, he was ready to take the treasure for himself at this moment. It was the intervention of Kassel Academy that forced them to join forces. Tachibana Masamune was obviously aware of the gap between him and himself, but he still resolutely boarded the helicopter heading for death. What did he rely on? Was there a special bullet in the muzzle of the gun? Or did he have his own subordinates in the Night Food Field? Or did he hold the word spirit that could turn the tide?
The calculations in their minds were repeated in a short period of time. They did not have much time. No one knew how many people from Kassel Academy were still in the Night Food Field. They successfully separated most people by entering Nibelungen, but it was very likely that someone had discovered the secret of Mount Fuji and was rushing here. That was the object they all feared, the most elite dragon slayer group in the world. Unless they got the legacy of the White King, they would not be able to fight Kassel alone.
Two bullets were fired at the same time. After only one bullet was fired, Herzog and Masamune Tachibana both rushed out at the same time, because they both knew that even at such a distance, it would be difficult to kill the opponent with a pistol bullet.
The bullets injured Herzog's shoulder and Tachibana Masamune's ear respectively. The mercury infused in them produced some toxins, affecting their central nervous system. Mercury is a poison that is deadly to dragons. However, the amount of medicine that can be loaded in a bullet is always limited. The movements of the two were not greatly affected. Tachibana Masamune's right hand actually took the lead in putting his hand on Herzog's shoulder.
Herzog was a doctor, and all his combat experience came from his half-dragon transformation, relying on the speed and strength his bloodline gave him. It was like when he was on the ship, his bloodline was actually stronger than Mr. Chen's, but his combat experience was completely overwhelmed by Mr. Chen, and he couldn't break through at all.
Tachibana Masamune was different. He was born a soldier and received strict training. The purpose of military training was to face vicious enemies, and the enemy was someone who wanted to kill you, so the military's attack never left any room. Over the years, he had never brought anything with him, and had been honing his skills for this day. Gen Chisheng's fighting skills were even partially influenced by Tachibana Masamune. When he was training, those famous Japanese teachers he learned from, Tachibana Masamune watched from the side and slowly learned.
The bone-breaking grappling technique, Tachibana Masamune first wanted to break Herzog's arm. They were not carrying weapons, their bodies were weapons, but the dragon bloodline gave them strong self-healing abilities, and it was difficult to cause fatal injuries with just one or two attacks. Tachibana Masamune's first goal was to break Herzog's bones, because the injuries of broken bones were not like those of flesh, and could not be repaired so quickly.
Herzog noticed Tachibana Masamune's intention and immediately turned his wrist and moved his backhand up along Tachibana Masamune's wrist, intending to break his hand bones directly. Within just a few seconds, both sides repeated the same method and exchanged attacks and defenses for more than a dozen times, but neither succeeded.
Tachibana Masamune was slightly surprised by his old enemy's performance, because he noticed that Herzog used similar moves to him, which were popular fighting techniques in the Soviet army. He suddenly remembered that Herzog had worked in Black Swan Port, and there were Soviet soldiers around him. Herzog even learned fighting techniques from these Soviet soldiers in addition to his research.
That day at Genji Heavy Industries, facing Minamoto no Chitose who was pretending to be Minamoto no Chitose, Tachibana Masamune still kept some of his own secrets and did not reveal them all.
In fact, he knew very well Herzog's background: a geneticist of the Third Reich, the chief technician of Black Swan Port, a dragon genetics researcher supported by the Alexander family... Some of these were confessed by Herzog himself, and some were slowly figured out by Tachibana Masamune based on clues from the past. In order to defeat this opponent, he of course had to find out Herzog's background.
The Soviets and Germans fought many times in a small space, just like the era of irreconcilable hostility many years ago. Bullets created bright sparks in various places, and blood was splashed everywhere on the floor. There was no possibility of dodging in such close-range shooting. Every gunshot represented a mercury bullet hitting someone's body.
Herzog held Masamune's neck, grasped his gun-holding wrist with his bare hands, and pointed that finger at Masamune's own neck, and fired three shots in a row, using up the last bullet. Two bullets overlapped and hit Masamune's collarbone, and the last bullet missed because he hit Herzog with his head. Enduring the severe pain of being shot in an important part, he kicked Herzog's gun-holding finger and kicked Herzog's gun out of the helicopter. Now no one had a deadly weapon.
Herzog twisted his neck and smiled with satisfaction. The bloodthirsty gene in his bloodline fully blossomed, and Herzog entered his dragon state. In this body size, he was similar to a person who had exploded blood four times. This helicopter was not a very large type, and in an instant, his expanded body filled the surrounding space. He just walked lightly, and the steel claws on his hands cut open the instruments on the cockpit. The instrument panel was spitting with fire and accompanied by electric light. The cold mechanical sound played the extent of the damage to the helicopter, accompanied by the flashing red light of the alarm.
The helicopter was too small, and Tachibana Masamune had no way to retreat. Behind him was an open door. Herzog was not in a hurry, and he approached step by step. He wanted to see if Tachibana Masamune would turn around and jump out by himself, so that he might have a chance of survival. If the White King would let him go, that thing would not even let Deadpool and the low-blooded demons go, so how could it not eat such a delicious food as Tachibana Masamune? His bloodline was much higher than the bait of the demons.
The sound of the dragon text sang in the helicopter. Herzog was startled and rushed to capture Masamune Tachibana, but it was too late. Masamune Tachibana's dragon text was sung very quickly. It should have been a complex and obscure long passage of dragon text, with hundreds of pronunciations. However, Masamune Tachibana condensed the dragon text into a few words, and his word spirit chanting speed was amazing.
A mysterious area enveloped the helicopter. Herzog was in a trance at that moment. He felt as if there were dozens of Tachibana Masamune in front of him. These Tachibana Masamunes all had the same grim expression, filling up the already small space in the helicopter.
Tachibana Masamune swung his fists, and dozens of fists hit Herzog at the same time. Although the force of a single punch was not very strong, no one could withstand dozens of punches, and Herzog was beaten back repeatedly.
Word spirits? Word spirits? But what kind of words are these? Herzog had never heard of them. This feeling was like suddenly encountering Uzumaki Naruto's Shadow Clone Technique. Every Tachibana Masamune was a real entity. Every punch he received was painful. Those fake Tachibana Masamune were not illusions, but real things.
Herzog stood up with an angry roar and slapped the closest Tachibana Masamune with his claws, but his angry blow only brushed through the bodies of Tachibana Masamune, like a cloud of mist that dispersed and merged. These things that could obviously hit him, in turn made him unable to hit. Herzog was completely confused. This was how a duel between hybrids was . The Word Spirit was likely to be the thing that decided the outcome of the battle. Herzog didn't expect Tachibana Masamune to still hold such a trump card. He roared, he spun, he kicked and hit, and the helicopter was damaged by him, but he just couldn't hit the real Tachibana Masamune.
The real Tachibana Masamune was standing in the corner of the helicopter, watching coldly as Herzog danced wildly on the spot like a possessed man.
In fact, there is no such thing as the shadow clone technique. It is better to say that Herzog was under an illusion, just like the name of the word spirit, nightmare. The person that Herzog hated the most at that time, Tachibana Masamune, became his lingering nightmare.
In Herzog's perspective, the number of Tachibana Masamune increased from dozens to hundreds, and even thousands. These Tachibana Masamune ignored the concept of space or time, and rushed towards him like a tide, silently chanting his name. No matter how many of them Herzog killed or how many of them scattered, the Tachibana Masamune always lingered, they climbed onto his body, tore his dragon scales with their nails, gnawed his corpse with their teeth, and hit his chest with their heads.
Herzog was covered in wounds, but was unable to launch any effective counterattack. He could only wave his weak claws in the air. In this state, a blow from him could crush steel, but could not kill those damn Tachibana Masamune.
But in fact he was not injured at all. The nightmare was like a real nightmare. Even Herzog's five senses were blocked. He could not realize that he was still in a helicopter. He could only feel what Tachibana Masamune wanted him to feel. Those scars and pains did not exist at all, but he could not realize that he was in a real dream and still thought that it was some special clone of the Word Spirit.
Many people have nightmares. If you realize that it is a dream, no matter how bizarre the things are, they cannot hurt you. But if you keep indulging in the dream, the horrible nightmare will become an absolute reality. It was because of Herzog's concern about Tachibana Masamune's use of the Word Spirit that he mistakenly fell into this trap and could never get out.
Tachibana Masamune silently put on his parachute bag and stood at the cabin door to observe the wind direction and current altitude outside. The helicopter's autopilot system had been disabled by Herzog, and the entire cockpit was filled with shrill alarms. He had to make sure that he could rely on the parachute bag to reach a safe area, and then turn back to kill the White King.
Herzog's assumption was correct, Tachibana Masamune did indeed train his own team, in the Night Food Field. However, those teams were all composed of deadpools, but Tachibana Masamune mastered a way to control the deadpools, and those deadpools would be as docile as sheep in front of him, and among them was something that could kill the White King, the Eight-foot Mirror.
The three great sacred artifacts of Japan, Yasakani no Magatama, Murakumo Sword, and Eight-foot Mirror, all of these things really existed in history. What the Japanese royal family holds today are just fakes. The real three sacred artifacts are held by the emperor in the shadow and are enshrined in the shrine of the Snake Eight Families.
Unlike historical legends, in the worldview of the Japanese hybrids, Amaterasu and Tsukuyomi defeated Susanoo, who had merged with the White King to form the Yamata no Orochi, with the sword Ama-Kume and Yasakani no Magatama. The sword Ama-Kume was swallowed by the Yamata no Orochi, and Yasakani no Magatama was shattered, leaving only the Yata Mirror.
The three sacred artifacts were originally created by the first generation of the hybrids of the family to fight against the White King, and each has different effects. The Kusanagi sword is an alchemical weapon that can cut the White King's body, and the Yasakani no Magatama contains a strong poison. According to today's point of view, it is likely to be an extremely high concentration of mercury created by alchemy, far beyond the scope of today's technology.
The last remaining Eight-foot Mirror has the White King's own Word Spirit and Oracle attached to it. She used this Word Spirit to rule her descendants, but she didn't expect that the human hybrids actually managed to steal this Word Spirit and store it in a mirror through alchemical means. If the White King herself sees the Eight-foot Mirror, she will be controlled by the Oracle she has cast. Now Tachibana Masamune will take this mirror and his army of deadpools to find the eye on the White King's snake head.
