Chapter 274: Stupid, you picked the wrong opponent
There was heavy rain with thunder and lightning.
The scarlet water spread out at the bottom of the Tama River, like sticky plasma seeping into clear water and turning it red after spreading out.
When the lightning struck, a layer of faint blue phosphorescence appeared on the surface of the river upstream, illuminating the black silhouette coming on the waves.
The boy's black leather shoes stepped on the turbulent water, and the soles of his shoes always maintained a three-millimeter gap from the water surface.
The hem of the evening dress was blown by the strong wind into a rustling sound like crow feathers, but not a drop of water got on it.
He is not affected by gravity, nor is he bound by the laws of real physics.
"I have never done any good deeds in my life, I only love killing people and setting fires."
In the wind and rain, the boy recited the poem for the fat monk to pass away. He found a spot that suited his eyes on the Tama River, and in a flash, he had a fishing rod in his hand, a lure rod.
"Suddenly the golden rope was untied, and the jade lock was broken."
There was no bait, and the boy was fishing with a straight hook. He swung the fishing rod and threw the hook out. The lead weight dragged it and it landed accurately at the exit of the Chigui River below the river.
There, there stood a machine shaped like a chime, with several tentacle-like pipes extending into the outlet of the Akagi River, playing dragon text in a loop at a low frequency and low decibel level that was too loud for human ears to detect.
This special instrument can allow the Emperor's Words to be transmitted tens of kilometers away in the underground waterways. Even if you are in a distant well of corpses, you will definitely be able to feel the majesty of the Black Emperor.
"The tide is coming in the Qiantang River. Today I know who I am."
A throne made of piled up bones suddenly appeared beneath the boy, with rotten wings spread out on its side and a ferocious dragon head on top.
He just sat there carefree on the river, while hundreds of people on the distant shore seemed unaware and continued to concentrate on their work.
Most of them wore black suits with dark blue evil ghost patterns embroidered on the lining, but they were not the law enforcers of the Eight Snake Clans, but the backbone of the fierce ghost group.
In the past two days, the fierce ghosts have not harassed the Eight Clans of Sheqi with such great force. They have transferred most of their forces to the sea, and their control over the local area has relaxed slightly.
The Iron Dome Temple system was extended here, and a giant water storage well was built nearby to hold excess water from the Akatogi and Tama rivers.
The staff here had been locked up a few days ago. The ghosts took over the place and started a series of arrangements.
Herzog had been planning for many years and it was impossible for him to put all his eggs in one basket. He also considered how to lure out the White King in case of an accident.
The best way is undoubtedly to use the three royal blood brothers and sisters as tools, one as bait, one as a scoop net, and one as a container.
But because of someone's intrusion, now he can't get any of it.
Fortunately, one of his subordinates came up with a dirty trick and used a special alchemical device to use the Word Spirit Emperor to force the White King out.
That is the beginning of all words and spirits, the embodiment of the Black Emperor's mighty power sitting in the heaven and earth. Any dragon who is in his domain will feel an absolute spiritual shock.
The White King is a rebellious king. He was crushed to ashes by the Black King and imprisoned in the icy sea forever. Naturally, his hatred value is full.
Perhaps it would be afraid of the Black Emperor's might, but he was, after all, the White Emperor who once ruled the world together with the Black King. Even though it had just been hatched and had not yet recovered its ancient memories, it could still tell whether this might was caused by a dragon or man.
If the Black King himself comes, he will not escape because the spring is blocked.
If it is man-made, then there is no need to escape. The guy who fooled it can be directly sentenced to death.
Just in case, he also put the blood of the three royal siblings that he had previously collected for research into the diving robot as bait to whet the White King's appetite.
However, the freshest blood was taken more than a week ago, from a sample taken when Eri injected serum.
Unfortunately, if Yuan Zhinv could be captured, he could use his royal blood to lure the gods, and use his power to kill the gods.
Unfortunately...
But it doesn't matter that Genjitsu didn't come. The resurrected White King is incomplete. He has deployed a large number of conventional and unconventional weapons here, and also added substances to the bodies of the fierce ghost members under his command.
Even if weapons and mercury are ineffective, the White King will get expected results if he wants to devour hundreds of fierce ghosts and the deadpools lying in ambush nearby to replenish his bloodline.
Hiding in the dark, Herzog stared at the dozen or so screens in front of him. On them were real-time surveillance of various parts of Japan. Not only was there the corrupt battle situation at sea, but also footage of Lu Mingfei and Eri flying away in a helicopter.
As long as we kill the White King's body and leave behind the holy remains that can allow humans/dragons to transform at any time, and then wait for the hidden man in the sea battlefield to send people over, everything can return to the original track!
But thinking about what Lu Mingfei said before he left to save the world, will the backup plan he arranged on the sea battlefield still be effective?
An unacceptable possibility flashed through his mind, and Herzog's old face showed a determination to succeed or become a poor person.
The mountains are green and the rivers flow forever. If I can't stay here, I'll find another place to stay. If I fail, the worst that can happen is that I'll start over somewhere else. What can't defeat me will only make me stronger!
Moreover, even if he failed, Kassel Academy and the Eight Snake Families would have no time to cause trouble for him.
The White King is not alone, he is guarded by countless dragon subspecies.
Once it shows up, the entire Tama River will be occupied by those bloodthirsty dragon subspecies, and Tokyo, forty kilometers away, will fall in the first place!
My great ambitions have not yet been fulfilled, but a strange vision appeared on the Tama River.
The young man sitting alone on the throne of bones curled his lips slightly, looked at the float floating in the waves, slowly turned the lure reel and began to reel in the line.
Wow——
The river, which was originally just turbulent, began to have waves, and large numbers of aquatic creatures living in it floated to the surface, turned their bellies up and drifted with the current.
A loud thunder-like sound was heard underwater, as if a huge monster was whipping the earth's veins. The sound of thunder came from far away but did not diminish in the slightest.
The storm suddenly intensified and the thunder was deafening, as if the heavens were angry at the usurpation of these mortals underground.
The indicator lights on the chime-shaped alchemical device at the outlet of the underground river flashed wildly, and a shrill alarm also sounded by the Tama River.
Inside the camp set up by the demons, the voice of the researcher, who was definitely a rare talent in this group, was filled with indescribable excitement and excitement—
They captured the life signal from God!
"It works! It really works!"
“We fished out God!”
"Hurry, hurry, bring up the gifts we prepared for God! We want to salute the birth of God!"
The camp was instantly in an uproar. After years of hard work, was it finally time for a glorious evolution? !
At this moment, all the fierce ghosts, regardless of gender, age or status, were filled with excitement, and their eyes were all looking at the old man wearing a white noble mask in the middle of the crowd.
He was their general, their leader, their mentor, and their pioneer - the King General.
The red-gold pupils under the king's mask sparkled, and his usually low and hoarse voice was filled with a bit of uncontrollable excitement:
"Today, it is..."
“BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM!!!”
Before he could finish his words, the ground beneath his feet suddenly began to shake violently, and even a strong hybrid could hardly keep his footing.
The water of the Tama River became more and more turbulent, and it seemed as if a giant dragon was surging at the bottom of the river.
The surrounding trees and rocks collapsed on a large scale due to the vibration of the earth dragon, and the dust and smoke raised could not be extinguished even by a downpour.
Southeast of the Yokohama International Stadium, Chinatsu Aoki had just spent a few songs preparing to end this concert that was destined to go down in the history of Japanese music with the last song, when a rainstorm suddenly came and the ground beneath her feet was shaking.
"Earthquake! Earthquake!"
The more than 70,000 spectators, who had just recovered from the shock of the young rescuer being taken away by a helicopter, were greeted by one of the most familiar natural disasters - an earthquake!
“Run!”
"Don't push, don't push, stay calm, follow the earthquake escape manual..."
"Come on, fuck you, get out of here!"
"Baka, what the hell are those pigs at the Meteorological Agency doing? They didn't even predict an earthquake this strong?!"
"How can you repair it! God, can't you just have the earthquake later? You're going to ruin Chinatsu-chan's perfect concert!"
"Xibaer, I'm a foreign friend, let me go first!"
"OK, no problem. You go first on the Yellow Spring River!"
The tremors were so strong that the Japanese people, who have suffered greatly from earthquake disasters, could judge that the earthquake was at least magnitude five just by their physical sensations.
There was chaos in the audience seats. The security personnel who were maintaining law and order diligently evacuated the crowd, while some even took off their clothes and blended into the crowd.
Chinatsu Aoki on the stage ignored the dissuasion of her bodyguards and agent, and stayed on the stage where parts could fall at any time. She held the microphone and asked everyone to stay calm and evacuate rationally to avoid a large-scale stampede.
However, the thunder was too loud and the shaking was too strong, so her attempts to comfort him were of little use.
Just as she was dragged off the stage by her manager and relatives, a thunderous noise was heard in the distance, as if a little boy had exploded in the air, and the western sky was illuminated in a fiery red.
Mount Fuji erupted!
Chinatsu Aoki and her team stood there in a daze. The people who were fleeing in panic below were also frightened. When they looked up, they saw the fiery red "glow" spreading!
Along with it comes even more terrifying shock waves!
Boom boom boom boom——
The Yokohama International Stadium did not collapse in the earthquake due to the shock wave of magnitude 8, but the fleeing crowd rolled into a ball without any preparation. The wailing sounds came one after another, almost drowning out the sound of the volcanic eruption in the distance!
The entire island of Honshu was shrouded in the power of the earthquake. Countless people who were trapped in their houses due to heavy rain were unlucky and were caught off guard by the magnitude 8 earthquake. They were in a very miserable state when they escaped from their homes, and they cursed the Japanese government and the experts from the Meteorological Bureau in their hearts and out loud.
Aso Makoto wanted to go out to sell oden with his grandmother on the weekend, but had to stay at home because of the heavy rain. The moment the earthquake struck, he pulled his grandmother up and rushed towards the gate.
Although their home is just a Japanese-style wooden house and they would not be seriously injured even if it collapsed during an earthquake, for their small family, even a small medical expense would be a major expense and should be avoided if possible.
In the Takamagahara nightclub, Chu Zihang stood in front of the window, gazing at the eruption of Mount Fuji in the distance through the hazy rain. He saw the magma licking the clouds like the tongue of hell, and the white snow on the top of the mountain that never melted all year round melted in an instant.
Instead, there was boiling magma that kept flowing down the slope, and the trees along the way spontaneously combusted due to the high temperature before the magma arrived.
At this moment, the never-extinguished golden eyes seemed so dim in front of the mighty power of nature.
He knew something big was going to happen, but he couldn't afford to be a part of it.
Suddenly, a heart-pounding feeling arose. He turned around and saw that Old Tang had appeared beside him at some point. His eyebrows were raised, and his pair of golden eyes were staring at the red sky in the distance. He exuded a chilling and majestic aura, and he felt an urge to surrender.
Chu Zihang was slightly surprised, and a thoughtful look flashed across his eyes, but he did not show it.
"The White King has revived." Old Tang suddenly spoke. His voice was calm, but it contained iron and fire, as if he would put on golden armor and rush to the battlefield at any time.
"Do you want to help?" Chu Zihang pressed the hilt of the knife.
"You can't help." Old Tang retracted his gaze and turned back to Longma Xun, who suddenly collapsed on the ground with a puzzled look on his face:
"I can't help you either."
At the same time, the top leaders of the Snake Eight Families, who were experiencing the impact of the seventh wave of corpse guards at sea, also received the news. Inuyama He and Miyamoto Shio were dumbfounded.
They failed to dig up the White King's grave and ended up having their house demolished by the White King. This was a huge loss.
Yuan Zhisheng, whose sniper rifle was almost smoking and who had shot down the corpse guards who were constantly climbing up the outer shell of the Sumeru pedestal, was not panicked. After all, the strongest man on his side was not at sea.
That guy said he was going to save the world!
In the deep sea, inside the Trieste which had already surfaced to one thousand meters below the water, Angers and the other two also looked unhappy.
At this time, the periphery of the submersible was filled with the burly bronze bodies of the corpse guards. Although in a silent state they would prioritize surfacing and follow their kind to attack targets at sea, the submersible had already suffered several waves of impact during the surfacing process just now, half of its functions were damaged, and the outer shell was severely damaged. At this time, the alarm in the cockpit was sounding frantically.
Cheng Shuangfan was almost exhausted from controlling the Trieste to avoid the pursuit of the zombie group. Now they could only pray that the recovery system guarded by Yuan Zhisheng himself would not malfunction, otherwise they would really die here.
Listening to the urgent conversation between Inuyama He, Miyamoto Shio and Schneider on the communication channel, Angé also learned about the disaster happening on Honshu Island.
Various abnormal phenomena that appeared suddenly and without any signs showed that the White King was recovering, and nearly two-thirds of the main forces of the Eight Snake Clans were at sea.
As for the remaining people, to be honest, it's not that he looks down on the Eight Clans of Sheqi, but it would be a waste if they went there.
The most urgent thing is Lu Mingfei.
But Angers didn't know if he could take on this heavy responsibility now and kill the notorious White King.
After much thought, he finally decided not to put all his hopes on Lu Mingfei, who had not received any professional training.
The nuclear power compartment of the Trieste has already blown up Takamagahara, and the remaining corpse guards have already floated to a certain height. Detonating the nuclear bomb on the Sumeru throne at this time will only result in mutual destruction and no outcome.
Therefore, even if it means risking the wrath of the world, this is the only option.
Grabbing the communicator, he said in a deep voice:
"If it's impossible...Aga, use a nuclear bomb on God."
…
Boom boom boom——
The god woke up from his long slumber with boundless anger, and the entire island of Honshu trembled because of his waking up.
Large tracts of forests and rocks collapsed near the Tama River, and white spider-like threads spread out from the cracks in the ground, covering the mountains and forests bit by bit. It was as if there was an icy dream silkworm in this world preparing to spin a cocoon and use the entire mountain as an energy reserve.
These white filaments look like the hyphae of some kind of mold, but they are highly corrosive and penetrating. Steel, rocks, and trees become as loose as sponges in front of them, and their vitality is cut off along with them.
If someone looked down from a high place at this moment, they would see that the trees within a kilometer radius were decaying at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if their vitality had been drained away by the white mycelium.
The boy on the Skeleton Throne had already put away his fishing rod, startling the three-meter-high Tama River. He was looking at the white filaments that were spreading up from the bottom of the river and spreading on the surface of the river like mist. A mocking light flashed in his light golden eyes.
He swung the fishing rod casually, and wherever the fishing line and the straight hook passed, those seemingly weak white silks that were actually able to pierce gold and split rocks retreated.
However, the ghosts who had been cheering for God's resurrection no longer had the ecstasy they had before.
White threads also broke out of the ground in their makeshift camp and wrapped around them.
At first, someone didn't take it seriously and tried to brush it away with his hand. However, the moment it made contact, the white silk around him seemed to have found its mark and rushed forward to wrap up the person, piercing his body and head.
The wailing lasted only two seconds before it stopped, and there was no more sound.
After two breaths, the white cocoon was dyed red, and the silk threads seemed to be like the mouthparts of a mosquito, sucking all the blood from the unfortunate guy.
The lamp was overturned, and with the light from it, one could see that there was only a shrunken corpse inside.
The same situation was not the only one. Among the hundreds of fierce ghosts in the camp, more than a dozen turned into red translucent cocoons and all the blood was drained from their bodies.
Moreover, the number of cocoons is still increasing. The fierce ghosts without any protection are directly exposed to the white silk threads, struggling hard to resist becoming the blood food of the White King.
At this moment, they finally remembered that according to the family records, the White King would eat people when he resurrected.
God is incomplete. In order to complete itself, it will devour all the descendants of the White King and become a complete king to rule the world.
And now, they are the best nutrients.
"Damn it, run!"
“God wants to eat us!”
“Don’t get entangled by these white silks. Everyone, be careful not to get entangled by the white silks… ahhhh——”
All present were the elite of the fierce ghosts. After realizing that they had to save their own lives before embarking on the glorious path of evolution, they all used their magical powers to resist the indestructible and permeable white silk threads.
Someone chopped with a knife, trying to cut the white silk, but it only deflected it slightly, and then it wrapped around the blade like a cancer, corroding and penetrating it, and spreading along the blade to the person's body.
Can't break free, can't get rid of!
Some people tried to use body-strengthening words to resist, but they were no match for the highly corrosive threads, which easily penetrated the flesh that even bullets could not penetrate.
Someone unfolded the Word Spirit·Dust-free Land, releasing a huge force field that was strong enough to withstand sniper bullets. The air on the surface of the field flowed at a high speed, and even raindrops could not penetrate it.
When the white silk threads touched the high-speed airflow on the surface of the force field, they were like being blown by a strong wind, and it was difficult to penetrate the force field that was like an inverted ocean bowl. But soon more and more white silk threads entangled and covered the area of the Dust-Free Land layer by layer, forming a huge cocoon.
In a short while, miserable howls were heard from the cocoon, and the person who released the cocoon and his protected companions were killed as expected.
"Help! Someone save me!"
"Run! Evolution is a scam, the gods use our race as blood food!"
"General? General! Why are you just watching?!"
There was a sound of wailing in the camp as all the fierce ghosts were struggling for survival against the white silk that the White King used to hunt for food. Only the king, who was wearing a black kimono and a white noble mask, stood with his hands behind his back, motionless, quietly staring at the tragic scene in front of him, allowing the white silk to slowly wrap around him.
The sonar system cannot analyze the size of the White King, but the incubation time is insufficient, and it is impossible for it to be as big as the mountain as the legend says if it is awakened early.
The accumulation of fierce poison in the bodies of these hundreds of people, coupled with him as a carrier of blood poison all over his body, and supplemented by the most deadly bait at the water outlet, will inevitably weaken the god to the extreme.
Facing the puzzled looks of his subordinates, he was pierced by white silk threads and turned into a blood-colored cocoon.
All for the sake of glorious evolution.
It’s a pity that you are destined to not keep up with the pace of evolution!
"roar--!!!"
The deafening dragon roar pierced through the earth and the long Yangtze River. The metal shielding of the huge water storage well in the distance began to crack, and blood oozed from everyone's ears at the same time.
The roar was powerful enough to penetrate a person's eardrum, skull and then pierce into the brain, revealing boundless despair, rage and anger.
It was like a god returning to the human world from hell, spitting venom of blood and fire at the world, cursing every living being equally.
All the fierce ghosts felt the absolute crushing of the food chain level and fell into a fatal trance.
In just a moment of distraction, hundreds of fierce ghosts were almost wiped out, and only a dozen people were left who relied on their cunning abilities and flexible movements to avoid falling into the devil's clutches.
Torrential rain fell from the fiery red sky, and lightning flashed in the clouds, turning this world into a gateway to hell. The world-destroying demon was about to come to the world and kill all the rebellious creatures.
Above the surface of the Tama River, the boy holding a fishing rod has risen to a height of ten meters, looking down at the boiling river water with an expressionless face, as if he can see through the layers of silk threads and the earth blocking him and see the white figure running at high speed in the underground river.
The silk threads below were still entangled, like hands reaching out from the Styx in Hell, trying to keep him there forever.
The boy knew that the traitor had already noticed something was wrong, but there was still only sarcasm and disdain in his eyes.
There were constant underwater thunder explosions, accompanied by the roar of huge creatures rapidly moving through the water. The underwater robots deployed in the Chigui River exploded one by one, and mercury mixed with imperial blood suddenly spread, but the speed of its spread could not catch up with the eager and perfect creation.
"boom!!!"
The chime-shaped alchemical creation that Herzog had high hopes for failed to achieve the desired effect and bounced far away underwater like a ball kneeling on the ground.
A ten-meter-high wave exploded on the surface of the river. A huge cocoon with a ferocious long tail broke through the cloud-like silk thread and roared towards the boy who was flying in the air.
The pale golden pupils were calm, and the boy put his hands behind his back, facing the thundering sky, with a disdainful arc on the corner of his mouth. His figure gradually faded, revealing a black shadow breaking through the air:
"Idiot, you picked the wrong opponent."
(End of this chapter)
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