Volume 3 Hello, Eri Chapter 327: The Fall of God (VIII)
If his story were a book, it would be extremely inspiring and far more exciting than any novel imaginable. From the German boy who grew up to the king of the new world, he believed that his destiny was in his own hands.
Judgment directed the turbulence of elements to attack Herzog in an interlaced manner. This was an all-round covering attack. Judgment had never been used by Eri to this extent. She promised Lu Mingfei that she would never use this power again after today. She wanted to give up the Word Spirit and embrace a new life. Therefore, the last Judgment was extremely shocking, as if it fell straight from the sky to the ground. All space was within Eri's attack range and Herzog had nowhere to escape.
Herzog suddenly accelerated, swooping down on Eri like a predatory hawk, but the elemental's pursuit was faster than its flight speed. No matter how powerful a creature's movements were, they would be restricted by its own joints and body size. There was a certain limit, and even the White King could not surpass himself.
A distance of more than a thousand meters was just a moment, and all the elements along the way were like closed gates, biting Herzog's tail and gathering together, from a distance of only a few meters to directly hitting Herzog, the lethal power of judgment bloomed on Herzog's dragon scales, tearing his dragon scales and burning his flesh.
His injuries and healing occurred simultaneously, and the injuries he suffered in the previous moment were almost healed in the next moment. This was the first time this happened to Judgment. Eri ordered Herzog to die, but Herzog seemed to ignore her order. Although he would suffer some injuries from Judgment, these injuries were not enough to affect his speed or even be fatal.
Eri's bloodline was not enough to overwhelm Herzog. She was indeed very strong, so strong that the attack power of Judgment had never made a mistake. If the damage caused by this Word Spirit was 10,000 points, then the HP of Herzog as the BOSS was 1 million. She had never encountered such an enemy, so she couldn't understand why Herzog seemed to be unscathed.
In the split second she frowned in thought, Herzog had arrived in front of her like a swooping fighter jet. The storm blew up the surrounding volcanic ash into a smoke barrier several meters high. His claws stretched out to Eri, with a sadistic smile. He wanted to use enough grip strength to crush the first person who dared to stand up to him into flesh and blood. She should be ready, right? When she stood up to a king, she should have expected such an ending!
Herzog expected to see some fear on Eri's face, but Eri remained expressionless when facing him, which made Herzog even more furious. He felt that the person he was about to kill was not a human being, but more like he was punching out and encountering only air.
"You really should look behind you, Herzog."
The cold voice was like a judgment coming down from the sky. Herzog felt the danger again. It was a sense of crisis that was hundreds or thousands of times heavier than the previous judgment. His senses were already very strong, and he could even see the elements directly, but he could not detect what was laughing at him behind his back.
He didn't have time to look back, the huge force had already caught his tail, he was thrown up like a hammer in the hands of an Olympic champion, spinning at high speed, the whole world turned upside down in his eyes and played at high speed, like riding a high-speed roller coaster. He wanted to resist, but he was powerless, because the speed of the man was too fast, maybe dozens, maybe hundreds of laps before he was thrown out fiercely, wrapped in the feeling of weightlessness, he couldn't even adjust his state, and kept spinning and rolling until he crashed into the crater of Mount Fuji, and the force on his body completely subsided.
This kind of attack would not cause any harm, and Herzog did not even have a wound on his body, but it was enough to terrify Herzog. The opponent was able to grab such a heavy body and swing it like a hammer. That kind of strength was definitely not inferior to his own...it might even be far superior to his own!
But how is this possible? He is the new White King! In this world, the only one who can be above the White King is the Black King who died a long time ago!
"Hello, Dr. Herzog, it's been years since we last met. I hope you're all right." The girl was hanging high on the top of Mount Fuji. She didn't have a majestic dragon body like Herzog, but looked like an ordinary human girl. Although they were once enemies, her tone was still very calm when they met again after many years. Her calm smile even made people feel like it revealed some kindness, reminding people of first love holding a book under the ivy, with the gleam of broken leaves dancing on her long skirt.
She is the first person who calls him Dr. Herzog. Even Tachibana Masamune, who has worked with Herzog for so many years, does not know the true face of Herzog. He only knows that he comes from the nameless port he visited that year. But Lu Mingze clearly said the name Dr. Herzog because they have met before, many times.
Herzog didn't dare to speak. A huge fear arose in his heart, so great that he even wanted to kneel down trembling.
It's not like he had never seen Lu Mingfei's photo before, but he didn't think anything of it at the time. But now that he was looking at her face to face, he could vaguely recognize some of the weirdness on her face. Although she was a grown-up girl now, she could still see some traces of her childhood. That girl had been locked at the end of the corridor by him for ten years. Herzog collected a lot of data from her, conducted research in a nearly destructive way, and used a lot of reagents to preserve her life in order to prolong her death.
Everyone in Black Swan Port should have died in the explosion. Herzog himself was the only survivor. However, right in front of him stood another undead from Black Swan Port.
"You are... Zero?" Herzog couldn't believe it. "Or Lu Mingfei?"
"I'm glad you still remember this number." The girl smiled faintly, "But I can't give you an accurate answer to your question. In the past I was number zero, then I was Lu Mingze, and now I am Lu Mingfei."
Herzog had no way of understanding the deep meaning of Lu Mingze's words. He thought he knew enough about the dragon race, but unfortunately he still knew too little. The secret of that race was like an iceberg that was always mysterious. Every corner that was dug out was filled with moving brilliance. People always treasured such magical things and forgot that there were even more amazing views on the top of the iceberg.
"No... This is impossible!" Herzog denied with a scream. He was unwilling to accept the reality. "If you are a real dragon, then how could I have discovered nothing in my experiments on you over the years? In my eyes, you are always just a test subject! A defective hybrid!"
"Isn't that what people are like? They find it hard to accept things that are beyond their own cognition." Lu Mingze spread his hands. "Back then, under the leadership of the church, people believed in the geocentric theory. Those who proposed the heliocentric theory would be judged and burned to death, but the facts will always prove everything for the stigmatized heroes. Maybe many years later, humans will understand everything about the dragon race, but that has nothing to do with you. At present, you are just a clown who usurped the throne. We are not in the same league, so you can't see through me."
Her tone was casual, mixed with a hint of contempt for Herzog. Herzog didn't dare to speak. It was a newborn dragon, the successor of the White King. If such a thing was looked down upon by the dragon in front of it, then was there only one answer?
No... Absolutely impossible, Herzog decisively denied this idea, the Black King's resurrection is destined to come true, his coming represents the coming of the day of Ragnarok, when the world will be destroyed. If the Black King has really awakened, then the world will not be like this now, and Zero must not be the Black King.
But who could she be? In the long and glorious history of the dragon race, besides the four great monarchs, the Black King and the White King, is there any other unknown identity hidden?
Herzog claimed to be the person who knew the dragon clan best, but at this moment, he really felt his own insignificance. It seemed that when he looked up, he was still at the foot of Mount Everest. He had just taken a few more steps than other climbers, and the laurel of reaching the summit was still far away from him.
"Although you have only been the White King for a short time, I must say that tonight is your funeral. As a funeral for a king, Night Food is really not worthy of it. For someone like you, I hope to give you a judgment of condemnation in the bright sunshine."
Lu Mingze gently waved her hands and closed her palms towards the sky. It was a simple gesture, and it didn't seem like the activation of a spiritual power, but as her fingers completely closed, Herzog found that he had lost control of the Nibelungen. Not long ago, he took advantage of the conversation with Lu Mingze to secretly mobilize the group of dead pools, trying to use them as his helpers, and even prey on him if he was injured. Now he couldn't feel them, and the entire Night Food Plain no longer obeyed his orders.
The dark clouds in the sky gradually dissipated, and a faint light actually shone through the cracks in the clouds, straight as a sword. The clouds broke and the sun came out, bringing a bit of coolness, illuminating this world that had been hidden in the haze for thousands of years.
The Deadpools had never seen such a thing called sunlight. They covered their eyes and howled as they retreated. Their visual ability had long been degraded and they were completely accustomed to the darkness of the Night Food Plain and the street lights on the viaduct. This kind of pure natural light was the first time for the Deadpools.
Eri stood in the first ray of sunlight that penetrated Nibelungen, which seemed to bloom specially for her. She looked up, and the sky of Nibelungen reflected the scene of Tokyo Bay. The huge sun had already revealed its corners from the distant sea level. This might be the best sunrise in Tokyo since the heavy rain in so many days. The golden clouds rolled into a continuous sunset glow, and more and more sunlight was breaking the boundary between reality and Nibelungen.
It was indeed Tokyo outside. The tsunami had passed all night, and the people in Nibelung had also spent the whole night. Now it was sunrise outside. Lu Mingze took control of Nibelung from Herzog. Now anyone could leave here, and the scenery outside also appeared in the sky of Nibelung. Because of the intersection of the two worlds, the dead elements in Nibelung became active again, the sea began to flow, and the morning breeze began to blow.
Lu Mingze, or Lu Mingfei, had long hair dancing in the wind. She was still wearing a suit from the store, with her hands in her pockets and golden eyes. She looked like a cool male protagonist dressed as a man, and Herzog was the female protagonist who was pushed to the ground and unable to resist, although she was a little ugly. There was a cool fragrance in the air, like some kind of perfume, very light and not uncomfortable. But it was a deadly poison to Herzog. He felt that the smell was announcing his death, and it reminded people of the white lilies held in people's hands at the funeral.
It was indeed the scent of white lilies. Because they had agreed to give Herzog a funeral, even the flowers were prepared. What broke into the Nibelung was not only sunshine and warmth, but also white petals flying in the sky, like flower children who picked flowers at a funeral and were walking around the world.
The petals fell on Herzog's nose, and he slapped the petals away in frustration. However, there were too many petals, and when he knocked one off, ten more fell on him. He simply used Jun Yan to burn all the petals around him, and the explosion created a clean space.
He had recovered from the shock and fear, and was replaced by anger. Since the thing in front of him was not the Black King, there was nothing to be afraid of! He was tired of Zero's tone of control over everything. A funeral? It was hard to say who was going to lie in the grave!
Herzog first used the King's Flame, and the mighty flames formed a purgatory-like sea of fire, which was very imposing. Lu Mingze showed a look of regret, shook his head and snapped his fingers, and the originally surging flames suddenly dissipated in the air, leaving no trace of flames.
In Herzog's vision, he clearly saw this situation happening. Jun Yan mobilized the enriched fire elements to launch a fierce attack, but with a snap of the opponent 's fingers, the combined fire elements seemed to have been hit by some kind of impact and instantly disappeared.
He didn't believe it and used Indra's Wrath again. The White King's Indra's Wrath would not even change the color of the sky. The thunder and lightning were simply created out of thin air. This was the result of the friction between the fire element and the wind element. There was a huge thunder in the sky, and the thunder and lightning were pulled by Herzog and hit the target directly.
Another crisp snap of fingers, and the world suddenly became quiet. The lightning closest to Lu Mingze's back also dissipated when it was about to hit her.
"It seems you still don't understand. I've told you that tonight is your funeral, and you will definitely die. Don't even think about struggling. Words are ineffective against me because I can defeat the elements you have mobilized. In our world, the battle between kings is never fancy and will always end with a sword!"
The dazzling light burned Herzog's eyes, and he suddenly felt that the person in front of him seemed to be bathed in a golden glow, with countless rays of light shooting from behind her.
This was a mythical miracle. The sunlight from the attack on Nibelung was actually concentrated, and ninety-nine bright spots of light rose in the sky where light and darkness intersected, or ninety-nine suns. Their heat was amazing, and even at such a long distance from the ground, it still burned Herzog to unbearable pain. His dragon scales were actually ignited in such a light. He hurriedly mobilized the elements, but found that there was no fire element there at all. Those burning concepts seemed to appear out of thin air.
Something was coming, a deadly danger, but Herzog could not open his eyes, he could not look directly at it, nor could he avoid it. This was the judgment of defying fate, which was far more powerful than the words activated in this name. Herzog had been locked by ninety-nine light blades and had nowhere to escape.
The first blade of light was fired, like a meteor shooting backwards from the sky to the ground, leaving a brilliant tail of light in the sky. Herzog's cervical vertebra was pierced, and the tremendous penetrating force carried him down into Mount Fuji. The volcano had come back to life, and the slowly flowing lava in the crater was like a huge mouth hungry for food.
Herzog held on to the ground tightly, but the second blade of light had already arrived, aiming at his limbs. The third, the wings. The fourth, the joints. The fifth, the tendons.
His body was divided into thirty-three parts, and all organs or positions that could be named in modern medicine were pierced one by one. The dragon body he had obtained with great effort was frantically repairing the wounds under such a blow. The cervical vertebrae were trying to heal, and the iron-like muscles were repairing the lacerations. But this behavior seemed to have been expected. The people who came to judge him were here to kill him. They knew dragons very well and knew what he would do in this situation. So a new round of light blades came, and this time they did not give him despair one by one, but fired in volleys.
The violent penetrating force completely shattered the surrounding ground, carrying Herzog into the crater. The boulders flew into the magma without even a ripple, and the scorching heat completely swallowed them. Herzog's tail was only a dozen meters away from the lava. He pierced the rock wall with his claws. The severe pain burned every inch of his skin, but he still managed to climb up. His state of mind, his endurance, and his wildness were far superior to ordinary people, and he burst out with a strong desire to survive.
It doesn't matter, he's not dead yet, he can still win, since the Word Spirit can't do anything, then he can use something else... He has already thought of a countermeasure, but the opponent probably doesn't know it yet, the divine sword Ame Murakumo is in the body of the White King, that sword was used to kill the White King, but in the end it was also swallowed by the White King and became part of the White King's skeleton, which is his tail. As long as he uses Ame Murakumo, he can kill that arrogant woman with a face full of contempt!
No! Killing her like that would be too easy for her! Throw her into the group of deadpools, find a group of the dirtiest and filthy deadpools to gang rape her! Inject her with chronic poison, cut her into pieces, cut off countless thin slices of meat, and let her eat them herself! Then keep injecting her with adrenaline to keep her alive! The White King has a long life, he will use decades to torture her, and broadcast it live to people all over the world, so that everyone knows the consequences of rebelling against God!
Herzog's position was getting higher and higher. He was actually able to crawl out of the crater. Although his whole body had been burned into a fiery red carbon color, as if he was burning, his overly tenacious vitality could still hold on. The thing that attacked him was undoubtedly some kind of word spirit, transcending the four elements and a word spirit that had never been known. It was so powerful that it was impossible to release it repeatedly. As long as he could get out and pull out the Ame-no-Kurosakumo sword, he could cut off the head of that bitch!
He looked up at the sky. The crater was a perfect circle. The sun was so warm. The sea in Tokyo Bay was so peaceful. Although they had suffered a catastrophe, people were trying to find ways to start their post-disaster lives, encouraging and helping each other. For the first time, he felt that it was good to let the world live like this instead of destroying it. The outside world seemed to be close to him, opening its arms to him.
A spot of light appeared in his pupil, growing bigger and faster. As the distance got closer, he gradually saw the true appearance of the thing - only two-thirds of the ninety-nine lightsabers were used, and the remaining one-third came together.
It was the strongest one, a will from destiny, and its scale was even larger than the crater itself, measured in kilometers. The air was forcibly torn apart and even distorted by its fall. The Nibelungen and the real world were distorted by its attack, and the scenes of each other blended. The huge wind pressure even made Herzog unable to lift his claws. He was being blown slowly downward.
She said this is your grave, so she didn't intend to give you the chance to resist. She showed you absolute crushing. No matter what tricks and schemes you have, they will not work.
"No no no no no!"
Amid Herzog's desperate screams, the light blade fell into the crater, triggering an unprecedented explosion. Huge waves of lava rose up and turned into torrential rain. The red waves were like a tsunami, spraying several kilometers high. Mount Fuji in the Nibelung was destroyed and fell apart because of this attack. Magma flowed along the completely shattered mountain. The sea water of Guixu had spread to the halfway point of the mountain. When it came into contact with the magma, it immediately vaporized and raised an astonishing white mist.
Eri was standing outside the door of Oishi Tea House. She didn't expect the final battle to be like this. Judgment was completely useless in the face of such power. She actually didn't help Sakura at all... and she was even about to die now.
She simply closed her eyes , and the strong feeling of weightlessness arrived as expected, with the shadow of the flame drawing a bright track in the sky. This was the first time in her life that she embraced the sky. The world was destroyed under her feet, and every sound was deafening, accompanied by the scene of the end of the disaster. But she didn't feel scared at all. Although she didn't open her eyes to take a look, she knew who it was, and subconsciously stretched out her arms, and then tightened them.
There is a hero in my heart. Whenever I am sad, hurt, or confused, she always rides her white horse from the clouds to my window, stretches out her hand and asks me if I want to follow her. I didn't answer, but put on my high heels, stepped on the window, held her hand, and said goodbye to the castle where I have lived for many years. I want to go see the outside world with her.
Sakura is really the best.
