Volume 3 Hello, Eri Chapter 325: The Fall of God (VI)
Uesugi Yue held two swords, Kiku-Ichimonji Muneshika and Mikazuki Munechika. These two Japanese swords had ancient patterns on them. They were Tang-style broadswords forged by the Japanese in imitation of Tang Dynasty weapons. From the moment they were born, they were meant to be on the battlefield. Generally speaking, soldiers holding Tang-style broadswords need to hold two of them in battle, because their weight and length are not easy for ordinary people to grasp, but Uesugi Yue picked them up and wielded them very easily.
There were dozens of such knives in the travel bag that Uesugi Yue brought. Gen Chisei didn't know the origin of these knives, otherwise, as the current head of the family, he would definitely be speechless about what Uesugi Yue did.
When Uesugi Yue left the family, he not only stole so many gold and silver artifacts, but also looted the family's sword museum. He originally thought that he could live a comfortable life by selling a few ancient swords, but buying and selling cultural relics is very troublesome, and he was afraid of being discovered by the family, so he could only put them away until today. Unexpectedly, these cultural relics will see blood again one day. If swords can only be placed on display shelves, it is undoubtedly the most tragic fate for the swords. Only when they meet a master who is worthy of handling them can they have a happy end.
The blade drew a perfect arc, which was bright red and looked more like the sun in a total solar eclipse. The bright corona escaped from around the arc. The stones on the ground began to roll rapidly under the traction of some force, and the grass and trees all fell in the direction of Uesugi Yue.
Word Spirit: Black Sun.
Uesugi Koshi stood in the center of the black sun, reciting the ancient testimony. The safe area included himself and the Genji brothers, and outside the area, the black sun slowly rotated, swallowing the air at an astonishing speed and setting off a violent hurricane.
At this moment, the wind direction near the artificial island was changed by Uesugi Yue, and the fragments of the buildings and the sea water were blown up by the strong wind. The lightning of Takemiya Thunder God and the red lotus of the karmic fire intertwined and went towards the black sun wheel, and also rotated with those things. The black sun burned and collapsed violently in the brilliance of the lightning and the heat of the karmic fire, and finally turned into a small black dot.
But the power of Black Sun also grew to its limit at this moment. The hurricane swept up the groups of corpse guards. They desperately grasped everything they could hold on to, but the wind still pulled them into the air, and their long snake-like tails drifted towards Black Sun. The corpse guards were very powerful, and their fingers could embed into the ground alone. Black Sun's power was more domineering than theirs, and the huge attraction even directly tore the bodies of the corpse guards apart. Their upper bodies were still tightly attached to the ground, and their lower bodies had already separated and flew towards Black Sun.
Before they had time to get close to the black sun, the high temperature had already ignited the bodies of the corpse guards, because the air was also sucked away by the black sun. In the absence of air to burn, there was no flame on the bodies of the corpse guards. The pure high temperature made their bodies red and brittle, like burning pieces of carbon.
Both Minamoto Chisei and Minamoto Chijo were surprised by the power of Uesugi Yue's words. If Hellfire and Takemiya Thunder God were still in the realm of mythology, able to deal with groups of enemies at the same time, then Black Sun was a tyrant who did not distinguish between enemies and friends, and could directly wipe out an army. Within a few dozen meters outside the area of the three of them, everything, including the corpse guards, was pulled, destroyed, and burned by Black Sun. The blazing storm and high temperature ignited everything. The corpse guards were bound to be unable to resist in the face of such power, and the land under their feet was gradually turning into scorched earth.
Uesugi Yue walked forward, swinging his sword to smash the burning corpse guards into pieces. The fragments turned into snow-white ashes when they touched the lightning and hellish fire at the edge of the black sun. The undead corpse guards had no resistance to this force that crushed them into powder.
Gen Chisei and Gen Chijo followed Uesugi Yue forward. Uesugi Yue could only attack his front, and they were needed to protect his back. Thunder roared, and the flames bloomed. The black sun was lifted and them, densely covering the shallows of the coast. From a distance, the three of them could not be seen at all. Only the black sun bloomed in front of Uesugi Yue, with a suppressed but pure fiery red light, and even the night could not cover its sharpness.
In fact, before coming here, Gen Chisheng and Gen Chinu had no absolute confidence. It was only out of a sense of family responsibility that they set foot on the battlefield to stop the corpse guards. But now everyone knows that the power of the three words combined has exceeded anyone's imagination. The comprehensive attack and defense without dead ends, without any flaws, the opposite group of corpse guards is a large army, and the three Japanese mixed-blood emperors are also a large army, even hundreds or thousands of times stronger than their opponents!
"Get out, our Japan doesn't need you dead things!"
Uesugi Yue's whole body turned red, and his shriveled muscles became full again. At this moment, his age seemed to have regressed by dozens of years, returning to his prime. The fully activated dragon blood made him perform a miracle of rejuvenation to support the burning and fighting of the Black Sun.
He never felt that he, as a retired emperor, had any responsibilities to shoulder. To him, the family was just a scam, a bunch of bastards, a burden, and he didn't owe them anything. At this moment, he was just fighting for himself, because he was no longer the shadow emperor of the Sheqi Eight Clan, but a father. In the heart of any father, he hopes to be so awesome in front of his children.
Gen Chisei kicked away the corpse guard who was attacking him by surprise, and took the time to look at Uesugi Yue's back. He was already showing signs of decline, and the arc of his sword was not as fast or sharp, but Uesugi Yue still moved forward, attracting the most attention for them, and the difference in bloodline between the two sides was clearly exposed.
It turns out that this ramen chef is really his father. He looks not dignified at all, even inferior to Tachibana Masamune when he was in charge of the family. His face even reveals a bit of wretchedness. But now his long sword is like a curtain of blood from the enemies, the sword is getting faster and faster, and his smile is getting more and more bold. This makes Yuan Zhisheng feel what the real imperial power is...
He is not an arrogant monarch who dominates the world, but like an emperor's sword with a restrained edge. Once it is unsheathed, it will sweep across the world and swallow up all the mountains and rivers. The emperor will not even look at something as small as a group of corpses. In his eyes, there is only the moonlight in the depths of the sea, as if he can even split the sea in half!
Gen Chinoyame didn't have too many regrets, because she had never had a father since she was a child, and her feelings towards the word father were already very weak. He was not as close to Tachibana Masamune as Gen Chisei was, with a relationship that was almost like a foster parent. Gen Chinoyame and Herzog were like hunters treating hounds, a pat was the biggest reward, and if the meat was not distributed evenly, they might even fight.
He just enjoyed the feeling of fighting side by side with his brother, although he was no different from a girl when he was delicate, the blood of the emperor always flowed in his chest, which was even stronger than that of Yuan Zhisheng. He had an intoxicating appreciation for killing, just like a bomb maniac who did not necessarily like to hurt anyone, but just liked to watch the brilliant art of fire at the moment of explosion.
This kind of battlefield where you don't need to care about anything and just chop is really suitable for Yuan Zhinv. The corpse guards don't feel pain, they don't cry, and their shouts and roars are just to vent their unwillingness. Yuan Zhinv doesn't like their voices, so she can only make them shut up. His sword-wielding technique has a unique beauty, like a dancer who is the only one in the world in the king's hall. The ribbon brought by his wrist is a killing weapon, and he smiles sweetly, singing and dancing on the blood of the enemy.
No one knew about the war happening here. When the disaster occurred, people either sought refuge or were dragged into the night food field. The Japanese movie kings sang the elegies of the battlefield alone.
But no one else can come here except them. Behind them is Tokyo, the Tokyo of Japan and the Tokyo of the Snake Eight Clans. Many unpleasant things have happened there, but also many happy things. In the face of danger, the only thing left is responsibility. When the country is destroyed and the family is ruined, if the king does not stand up and wield his sword to cut off the clouds, who else can save the world?
The last generation of emperors of the Eight Snake Families gathered together and used their bodies to defend the last line of defense in Tokyo, leaving a safe exit for the heroes returning from the Night Food Field.
The helicopter exploded above the crater of Mount Fuji, and Herzog fell into the crater in thick smoke and flames.
After the White King's transformation and addition of ingredients, this place has now become a sea of white mycelium, mixed with a large amount of chemical reagents and sticky dead lava, like a pot of Indian street stew. Among the undulating waves, you can vaguely see the bones that were eaten up before, probably those of some fierce ghost group.
The word spirit that Tachibana Masamune had cast on Herzog was completely removed in the explosion, and Herzog instinctively wanted to climb the rock wall to escape, but just as Tachibana Masamune had thought, countless hyphae pierced Herzog's dragon scales. These greedy creatures were like a thorn in the flesh, sucking Herzog's blood efficiently and powerfully. His body shriveled up visibly, and it wouldn't be long before he would turn into a mummy, with even his bones completely wiped out.
This was the second time Herzog felt real fear, the fear of death. The first time was in Black Swan Harbor, when the man shot him in the chest, and he realized that he had been deceived, and that no amount of anger would help, as he was about to die, so he could only swallow the pills with resentment, and then he luckily evolved from an ordinary person to a half-dragon, half-human monster.
Now was the second time he faced death. The same state of mind was repeated, but he was not so panicked. Herzog roared and struggled to pull out the hyphae from his body. Every time he pulled out a hyphae, it was like pulling out a steel needle from his bone. Blood was dripping and the pain was unbearable. Moreover, more hyphae continued to pierce into his body.
But in the end, Herzog won. Unlike those guys who were eaten, he was sober enough, had a high enough bloodline, and had both strength and determination.
Having successfully broken free from the mycelium, Herzog did not choose to continue escaping from this damn place , but dived beneath the water.
He once told Tachibana Masamune that he had a weapon to kill the White King, but because he knew they would have to duel next, he didn't finish his words. Tachibana Masamune relied on the Eight-foot Mirror, and he probably didn't expect that Herzog relied on himself. In terms of understanding the dragon race, even Kassel Academy was not as good as Herzog in many aspects. In faraway Siberia, Herzog had a complete body of the Dragon King for him to conduct various experiments.
The water was very thick, the dead magma was like jelly mixed with water, and with the addition of a large amount of reagents, the water looked like a monster's esophagus, pink and tender, full of fleshy texture. But the more you went down, the fewer hyphae there were. The number visible to the naked eye became smaller and smaller, and in the end, there were only a few left, but these few were extremely thick, like towering trees, and it was from these few that countless tiny hyphae grew that could cover the surrounding land.
Herzog knew what it was, some kind of dragon organ, the organ that the White King used to find food. If he succeeded, this thing would have a scientific name in the future, but now was not the time to do scientific research.
He continued to swim downwards. The crater was about 200 meters deep, which was not a difficult task for a hybrid. After reaching a sufficient depth, Herzog saw more organs. The surrounding rock walls were filled with blood and muscle movement. Looking down, he could see valves and closed mouths. The water was no longer a mixture of many things, but a mixture of a lot of blood. Herzog could sense the genes of the dragon race in the blood, which meant that he was getting closer and closer to his goal.
From here, a large number of veins appeared in the water, and the other end was connected to the rock wall, and they were still growing, slowly increasing in size. The White King seemed to be integrated with the entire Mount Fuji, and its powerful vitality could even erode the entire mountain. It was conceivable that if it tried to stand up in the final stage, it would be a terrifying scene. A huge life form as tall as a mountain, even the Tsar Bomb could not directly destroy such a large thing, and Ultraman was probably not as good as a fingernail of the White King.
A dark golden light entered Herzog's field of vision. The surface of that thing was covered with a network of blood vessels, protected by a dark golden skeleton, like a mysterious and magnificent gem. Sensing something approaching, the gem slowly opened one eye.
It was really an eye, with vertical stripes, like the pupil of a dragon. But there was nothing solemn or ancient about this eye. Herzog only felt that it was a child, a child who knew nothing, just like a newborn baby opening its eyes to see the world for the first time, just curious and ignorant. If it could speak, the first thing it would say would definitely be to ask Herzog who he was and what he was doing here.
Seeing the eight long tails, many people imagined the White King to be a terrifying monster like the Yamata no Orochi. But Herzog knew very well that the Yamata no Orochi in history was just a deformed product of genetic evolution. The real White King had long died, and when she reappeared, she would not be the original one. Her appearance would only depend on what she obtained, and her genes would change the host's form.
Now, the thing that carries the White King's genes is right in front of Herzog. It is the gem-like heart, the legendary holy relic of the Japanese hybrids.
