Chapter 275: The battle between kings is all about blood!
The eruption of Mount Fuji dyed the dark sky red, with lightning flashing through the thick clouds. The strong winds and heavy rain could not remove the volcanic ash, turning the sky over Honshu Island into a picture of hell.
The helicopter, almost blending into the night, broke through the wind and rain at an altitude of 100 meters, flew through the mountains, and rushed towards the white "sea of fog".
Finkel carried a camera and recorded the doomsday scenes of volcanic eruptions, crumbling mountains and rivers, wind, rain and thunder on the memory card, and also added passionate commentary:
“Fuck it, fuck it, beautiful, please fly slower. I feel like my soul can’t catch up with you!”
"Oh my God, why can't I get through to the overseas call? I haven't deleted my browser history yet."
"Junior brother, junior brother, please say something! Your girlfriend doesn't look scared at all. It's me, your brother, who really needs comforting!"
Lu Mingfei ignored him. This guy had just pulled them up, and before they could even stand firmly, he was greeted by someone saying “Junior brother, you are so sexy”.
Although he knew he was praising someone, Lu Mingfei still felt weird, as if he was committing a sin by wearing someone else's clothes.
Eri put her head close to the cabin door, the strong wind blew her hair up, and the cold rain splashed on her fair and soft cheeks.
The girl admired the apocalyptic scene through the wind and rain, tugged at Lu Mingfei's hand, and asked him which final boss had emerged.
"It's not the big boss, just a medicinal herb." Lu Mingfei pulled her back. The little girl had delicate skin and tender flesh, unlike Finkel who had thick skin and flesh, and it was pitiful to see him exposed to the wind and rain.
"Who is so generous as to use the White King as medicine?" Finkel poked his head out curiously, "Junior brother, I mean, isn't it a bit too much to fight the White King with our current configuration?"
"Don't worry, you don't need to come on stage." Lu Mingfei glanced at him.
Finkel felt that he was being looked down upon, and wanted to pat the Vulcan cannon in the corner and say that his senior brother was also very powerful and could provide a little air assistance. But before he could say this, a shocking roar resounded through the sky in the distance.
The roar that was powerful enough to pierce the soul and flesh of a person penetrated the barriers of time and space and penetrated into the brains of the four people on the helicopter without any reduction.
Compared to the exaggerated and shouting Finkel, Jiude Mai in the driver's seat felt her head go blank and she almost let go of the joystick in her hand. Fortunately, she had amazing recovery ability and regained her composure after a brief loss of consciousness.
As for Eri, as a descendant of the White King, she should have had some big reaction when she heard the roar of her bloodline source, but she is the emperor after all.
In the murals of the Shinto level, the Emperor has the potential to rival the Dragon King, embodies all the virtues of mankind, and possesses the great power to fight against the gods.
Even though Eri's bloodline has flaws, she is still undoubtedly the emperor. She is the successor of Tsukuyomi-no-Mikoto, who suppressed the revival of the White King twice. Deep in her blood lies the instinct to fight against God.
Therefore, when she heard the dragon's roar that was enough to tremble even the A-rank hybrids, she did not react too much.
Lu Mingfei was originally worried that Eri would behave abnormally because of the White King's roar, but he didn't expect that she was fine. Instead, he felt a surge of anger in his heart, as if all the anger in his past and present lives had gathered together and exploded at this moment.
His golden eyes lit up instantly, and he suddenly looked in the direction where the roar came from. He could clearly sense that a beast was crawling out from the ground.
The water mist woven from white silk threads on the Tama River surged violently. Lu Mingfei saw that they were chasing upwards, and their target was a young man in black with his hands behind his back.
Even though there was only a back view, he recognized it at a glance. It was his stupid Ou Doudou.
I asked you to fish, but I didn't ask you to make the bait yourself!
"roar--"
The dragon's roar became louder and louder, which was a signal that it had found its prey. The "fog" above the river was boiling, as if something was about to break through the fog.
"Lend me your knife."
A rage like molten gold burned in Lu Mingfei's golden eyes. He reached out and grasped the long sword handed to him by Jiude Mai. The blade reflected a cold light in the rain.
Eri clutched the corner of his clothes, and he responded with a reassuring smile:
"Be good, wait for me to get you some medicine."
As he finished speaking, he kicked at the Vulcan cannon that Finkel had prepared.
A giant steel beast weighing hundreds of pounds rose into the air. Lu Mingfei leaped onto the gun, and the six gun barrels began to spin wildly.
The ammunition chain danced in the air like a giant python, and the Vulcan cannon burst out with a violent propulsion force far exceeding that of the armed helicopter, carrying the furious king through the air.
In front, the "god" whose true face was wrapped in white silk threads broke through the white mist and waved his sharp claws to grab the boy standing in the air and refine him in an instant.
However, the claw, which was powerful enough to cut a steel building in half, missed. The boy's figure merged into the night sky, and what appeared in those ferocious vertical pupils was a figure coming from a cannon.
"Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang-!!!"
The Gatling Vulcan cannon let out a deafening roar in the air, its six barrels spinning wildly, and candle-red flames several meters long shot out from the muzzle.
The armor-piercing high-explosive bombs that were powerful enough to explode all carbon-based creatures were mixed with mercury that was extremely toxic to dragons. They streaked across the stormy night with long trails of light, and bombarded the traitors who dared not show their true faces without reservation.
“BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM—!!!”
The armor-piercing high-explosive bomb containing highly toxic mercury exploded the moment it hit the target. Intense light and fire burst into the air, emitting bright silver atomized mercury, adding more light and heat under the fiery red sky.
The cocoon made of white filaments was torn by the barrage of bullets. The pale young beast that had just been born from its hatching place was forced to taste the cruel baptism of human art of war and the wrath of another supreme being before it could announce itself to the world.
It roared to the sky, letting out a sharp scream.
The surface of the river suddenly exploded, and countless white threads shot up into the sky like poisonous snakes, trying to intercept this blasphemous attack.
However, the exploding torrent of steel roared and tore apart their futile defenses. The silk threads that were highly corrosive and could penetrate steel were completely useless in the face of the roaring hail of bullets.
This is not a weapon specifically used to kill gods, but a violent aesthetic forged by humans through hundreds of years of war that would make even gods tremble.
"Oh! Look at the shellfire! Look at the boy! Mingfei what was that?!"
The White King was drowned in artillery fire and highly toxic atomized mercury. He avoided the battlefield at a right angle and sat in a helicopter watching the battle from a distance. Finkel carried a camera and recorded this scene of a mortal fighting against a god, shouting "God, Jesus, Holy Mother, Mary!" The savior of mankind has appeared.
Eri's eyes widened, and the only thing left in her beautiful rosy red eyes was the figure of the young man running away amidst the gunfire.
Sakura, so awesome!
“BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM——!!!”
The terrifying sound of gunfire echoed with the thunder in the sky, and bullet casings as thick as a baby's arm fell from the sky, scattering the path of the lone godslayer.
Beside the Tama River, the few remaining members of the fierce ghost group were shocked to hear the sound of a dragon slaying in the sky. At the critical moment of life and death, they still squeezed out a glimmer of light to see if the general had prepared a backup plan.
However, at this time the sky had been obscured by white silk threads. Only when the divine thunder above the sky illuminated the world as bright as day could some faint traces be seen through the light, but there was no way to tell what it was.
Inuyama Kazuha tried his best to squeeze out the dragon blood in his body. His face was pale and his eyes were bleeding, but he still forced himself to continue the extreme speed provided by Setsuna.
He didn't want to rush to the Vulcan cannons and individual rocket launchers set up at the edge of the camp and vent his anger to the gods before he died.
Instead, they rushed towards the king general whose blood had been sucked dry, wanting to tear the bastard who had deceived them so miserably into pieces.
For this so-called glorious evolution, she lost her favorite partner, her relatives and friends, and everything she had, but what she got in return was only a tragic, cruel, and even absurd and funny ending.
How could she bear this?!
The blood-stained reddish thread was no longer as tough as before and was easily cut, revealing the hollow, shriveled human figure inside the cocoon.
White silk threads were already entangled around his feet and body, but Inuyama Kazuha ignored them and took a knife to chop the body of the leader, pioneer, and spiritual mentor of the demons into pieces.
Unfortunately, all the nutrients in General Wang's body had been sucked dry, and he was completely unable to extinguish the fire in her heart.
The knife in her hand fell to the ground and stabbed straight into the soil. She gave up struggling and stood there, letting the white silk thread wrap around her circle by circle. Crystal tears slid down the corners of her eyes, and only regret and resentment remained in her heart.
"boom--!!!"
There was a deafening explosion in the sky, and the lightning that almost spanned the sky illuminated the world like day.
The sky and earth were covered in white, and one could see a barren land within a mile that had been drained of nutrients. The white filaments that had been madly absorbing nutrients stopped their mad spread trend, and the god that gave them orders roared furiously in the air.
The god, who was surrounded by the highly toxic mercury mist, was forced to remove the cocoon silk wrapped around his body, revealing his true appearance in the lightning.
What kind of existence is that?
Its body is huge but extremely skinny, its lower limbs are deformed and short, but it has a long, bony, ferocious tail, and its body is covered with white dragon scales and bone spurs.
What attacked Lu Mingze just now was not a sharp claw, but a dragon head connected by a bent dragon neck.
The white king was crawling on the silk thread, and the broken scales on its streamlined body were peeling off, revealing the pale skin underneath that was oozing blood.
The long tail swayed behind it, the eight slender necks curled and stretched, the eight heads faced forward, and the pair of golden eyes like huge candles revealed boundless ferocity and the most primitive brutality.
This is the true identity of the "god" that the Snake Eight Clan have concealed for ten thousand years—the white king who has returned to the world in the form of the Yamata no Orochi.
Ten thousand years ago, it was revived twice and buried twice.
Ten thousand years later, there is no Amaterasu, no Tsukuyomi, and no Susanoo.
After breaking out of the cocoon, it should have used the flesh and blood of hundreds of hybrids and thousands of deadpools to complete its incomplete dragon body.
However, there was something even more terrifying blocking the spring.
“Ka-ka-ka—”
The Vulcan cannon's motor made a mournful sound as it idled, and all 2,000 specially made warheads were used up in just twenty seconds.
The long sword in Lu Mingfei's hand made a clear clanging sound, and the blade reflected eight pairs of ferocious golden eyes.
His pupils burned with anger hotter than dragon flames, and there was only one violent thought in his mind -
Chop off these eight ugly heads and make them into chopped pepper dragon heads!
“Clang!”
The sound of a sword resounded through the sky, and a stunning white streak flashed across the blazing sky!
The figure controlling the cannon had disappeared, leaving only the idling Vulcan cannon, which was falling towards the withered earth covered with white silk under the huge shock.
The rain curtain was torn apart by a lone figure, and a young man came through the air holding a three-foot green sword.
Wherever the blade passed, all the raindrops vaporized, leaving a bright white vacuum trail in the night sky.
The pale young beast sensed the approaching danger, and its eight pairs of golden eyes shrank at the same time, and its eight heads roared in unison.
That was the roar of a dragon from ancient times, which had made all beasts bow their heads and dragons tremble ten thousand years ago.
Wherever the sound waves passed, raindrops exploded into fine rain mist.
However, the young man holding the blade to slay the dragon just sneered. The long sword in his hand suddenly ignited with dark blue devil flames, and the flames illuminated his jade-faced Shura-like face:
"You still dare to bark when you are about to die? I think you don't even take me seriously!"
The distance of a hundred meters passed in a flash, and the long sword in Lu Mingfei's hand glowed with dazzling light——
Tianyu Yuzhan woke up in the rain, the ancient alchemical matrix on the blade lit up one after another, and a wild atmosphere was revealed as the inscriptions flowed.
This is the weapon that killed the Fire God Kagutsuchi, the ancestor of all swords!
At this moment, it shines with murderous light in the hands of mortals.
The blade trembled, making a blood-thirsty buzzing sound!
Lu Mingfei held the Tianyu Yuzhan in his hand and chopped at the ten-meter-long monster with all his might.
The Yamata no Orochi roared, raising its long neck high.
It had just emerged from the cocoon and its strength had just begun to recover when it was hit by the Vulcan cannon and atomized mercury, taking it by surprise.
But by this time it had come to its senses and confirmed that there was only one enemy, and it could judge that the opponent was the same as itself and had just regained its strength.
Originally, it wanted to devour all the blood food below to recover more strength, but the unique super tonic in the world was too tempting. Its intuition told it that as long as it swallowed it, it could ascend to the throne of God and become the absolute ruler of the world in one fell swoop.
Greed blinded its eyes, but also allowed it to avoid the deadly poison hidden in the body of the blood-eating creature below. It only had to endure the tiny amount of erosion from the atomized mercury to fight with all its might.
The deformed lower limbs and two heads of the Yamata no Orochi slammed into the white mist with great force. At the moment when the sea of mist surged and boiled, its body as huge as a killer whale had already risen into the air.
The eight heads bent like pythons, trying to avoid the sharp blade that was steaming with demonic flames, and opened their bloody mouths and used their jagged fangs to bite the boy who was flying towards them.
There was a flash of lightning, and a battle between two opponents with a huge disparity in size began at this moment.
Driven by anger, Lu Mingfei did not consider that his size was only one percent of the Yamata no Orochi, nor did he consider how to fight this completely inhuman monster.
He simply held the Tenyuyuzan in his hand, his anger transformed into the purest killing intent, every inch of his muscle remembering how to swing the blade, delivering a blow that could kill any enemy in the world.
Huhu——
The blade swooped out, but due to its limited length, the Yamata no Orochi could avoid it by simply turning its neck.
The pale monster's golden eyes, like huge candles, flashed with greed and treacherous light. Its eight heads roared and pounced on the young man who was about to swing in vain, with a clear target.
Once the limbs, torso, or head are bitten by those eight bloody mouths, they will inflict a torture far worse than being torn apart by five horses.
However, it was smiling, and the lone young man on the opposite side was also smiling. The arc of his mouth was ferocious and wanton, as if it was not him whose life was hanging by a thread.
Crash——
However, Tian Yu Yu Zhan's demonic flames surged, and a five-meter-long flaming blade swept across. Four pale dragon heads rose into the sky, and then slammed down with their one-meter-long necks.
Blood gushed out from the severed neck like a waterfall, dyeing the rain curtain and the white mist below into scarlet color.
"An animal is an animal. They can't even see through this little trick."
Lu Mingfei rolled over in the rain of blood, avoiding the bites of the remaining heads. He sneered and stomped hard on the back of the Yamata no Orochi.
The Yamata-no-Orochi screamed in pain and had not yet recovered from the pain of being beheaded when the scales and bone armor on its back suddenly shattered. The terrifying force almost crushed its back and shattered its internal organs.
The huge body fell uncontrollably, and a scarlet sea of fog surged, as if trying to hold up the god's majestic body. However, they were too slender and weak to hold up the terrifying dragon body weighing more than ten tons.
boom--!!!
The Yamata-no-Orochi crashed into the broken earth, and its four heads scattered and fell, flattening dozens of red translucent cocoons on the ground. The useless corpses inside could not bear such weight and burst with a loud bang.
The powerful impact swept through, directly blowing away the silk threads spread throughout the ghost camp, but unfortunately the place was already lifeless.
The divine blood spilled onto the ground, and the Yamata-no-Orochi lay in the deep pit it had created, hissing and roaring. The four remaining dragon heads and the ferocious giant tail forcibly supported its severely injured body, and the surrounding scarlet threads also floated over under the guidance of its thoughts, wanting to present the blood essence that had been absorbed but not yet transformed.
However, before it could absorb the life essence mixed with poison, another sound of a sword broke through the air from above.
In the eight gilded pupils, the light of fear overwhelmed the ferocity and tyranny, and the king who was called God chose to escape.
The giant body of more than ten meters in length, supported by its head and long tail, had inhuman agility. It almost wanted to escape into the Tama River in a panic, return to the well where the corpses were hidden, and devour all of its followers to restore more strength.
In human form, he couldn't recover faster than it in dragon form. If it was given a little more time to breathe, it would be able to devour it with overwhelming force.
Sadly, it didn't have that chance.
The Yamata no Orochi dodged flexibly, causing the devil flame to cut through the air. The young man who fell from the sky shouted angrily: "You still dare to hide?!"
The voice is like a loud bell and the knife is as swift as thunder.
I saw a cold light descending from the sky, and the five-meter-long Tianyu Yuzhan arrived in an instant. The magic flame broke through the scales on the neck of the Yamata no Orochi without any hindrance. The white blade with the alchemical matrix inscription pierced through the flesh and blood and then penetrated into it, and then penetrated into the broken earth.
One of its necks was nailed into the ground, and the Yamata no Orochi's forward momentum was stopped. Its huge body staggered and almost folded itself into three parts.
Lu Mingfei followed closely behind Tian Yuyu Zhan, and a knight who fell from the sky kicked a pale head. The open mouth couldn't even make a cry, and it exploded. The slender neck without the head twitched and twisted wildly, cracking the ground.
Landing lightly on the broad back of the Yamata no Orochi, Lu Mingfei's pair of golden eyes reflected its three remaining heads. His current appearance was reflected like a mirror in those three pairs of golden vertical pupils filled with fear and resentment.
The clothes were still the same, but they were bulging with swollen muscles, as if they were forced into a body that did not belong to a human.
Dark lines appeared on his forehead, his cheeks were covered with dense black scales, sharp bone spurs extended between his knuckles, and there was a strange tearing sensation in his back, as if something was trying to break out of his body.
Looking at his reflection in Hong Zhu's eyes, Lu Mingfei was distracted for a moment, and Lu Mingze's words seemed to ring in his ears again -
"Brother, you are the most powerful monster in the world."
The pale monster didn't know why the demon on its back suddenly stopped moving, and its mind was in a trance for a moment, but its instinct told it that this was the only chance of survival!
The long, bony tail suddenly rose up, and the end bloomed like a flower bud, revealing a sword that could cut the world in half - Ame no Murakami!
In Japanese mythology, when Susanoo attacked the Yamata-no-Orochi with the sacred sword Ame-no-Habakiri, a gap was created by the sacred sword Ame-no-Musakumo hidden in the tail of the Yamata-no-Orochi.
At this moment, Tian Yuyu Zhan was nailing one of its heads to death. The young man on its back was unarmed and dazed. There was no way he could dodge this sharpest sword in Japan!
The sword flashed like lightning, cutting through the rain curtain.
At that moment, even the light of Cang Lei was overshadowed by it, as if it was a fatal blow from a peerless swordsman.
In the helicopter still hovering in the air in the distance, Finkel was carrying a camera whose components had been damaged by the dragon's roar, and yelled to remind Lu Mingfei who was standing still, but his voice was drowned out by the violent rain.
And Eri suddenly stood up, her rosy red eyes instantly burned into gilded gold, and as her cherry lips slightly opened, ancient dragon characters flowed out like a ballad.
The air inside and outside the cabin began to distort, and the destructive force called "Judgment" condensed into a blazing white halo around her.
In the cockpit, Jude Mai originally wanted to press the button for the in-flight broadcast, but at the last moment, a hand gently pressed it down.
She suddenly turned her head and saw a man in a suit sitting in the passenger seat.
He casually wore the pilot's headset, with his slender fingers raised in front of his lips, and his light golden eyes were smiling:
"This is a king's battle, there is only blood and fire, no third party is allowed to intervene."
Jiude Mai was being stared at by those pale golden eyes. She put down her hands and looked into the distance.
The Kusanagi sword approached and was about to pierce through the dazed boy, but the next moment, the sword that was strong enough to pierce through a meter-thick steel plate suddenly froze.
“clang!”
There was a crisp sound like metal colliding. The three pairs of golden eyes of Yamata no Orochi suddenly shrank in horror!
This fatal attack was actually caught by the opponent with bare hands? !
Lu Mingfei's mouth was wide open, his sharp fangs gleaming coldly in the rain, his voice was low and hoarse, full of sarcasm and mockery:
"Do you think I haven't read Japanese mythology? I've been on guard against this trick of yours!"
As soon as he finished speaking, his right arm, which was muscular and covered with black scales and bone spurs, grabbed the sword of Ame-no-Kurosakumo and pulled it, dragging its ferocious long tail and stabbing it downward. The sword that was powerful enough to cut the world in half broke through the sword owner's own defense and pierced through the heart that was pumping dragon blood throughout the body.
The dragon's blood gushed out like a waterfall, splashing into the rain and turning into a hot and fishy red mist.
The attack was brutal and deadly, but the Yamata no Orochi did not cry like a little wife as before. The two dragon heads that could still move entangled and bit Lu Mingfei, and the remaining head opened its bloody mouth and spit out dragon characters from ancient times.
This was its last resort. It was using the ultimate words it had just found out from its bloodline inheritance. It was using all its strength to drag this deserving guy down with it to die together. It would not allow anyone to fall into the cycle of reincarnation again.
In the blood mist, Lu Mingfei, who looked like Shura, held down the still struggling sword Ame Murasakibara with one hand, raised his other hand, put his two fingers together, made a pistol shape, and pulled the "trigger" with a chuckle.
“Bang! Bang!”
Two balls of royal flame exploded with a loud bang, blasting back the ferocious head that was attacking.
Then, he tilted his head, looked at the head that was still chanting the dragon script, a strange smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he raised his hand and lightly snapped his fingers:
"Cancel."
…
The world suddenly became silent.
The destructive force that was comparable to the explosion of Mount Fuji dissipated silently before it could even take shape, as if it had never existed.
The dragon pattern of the Yamata no Orochi came to an abrupt halt, and a trace of confusion flashed in its golden pupils.
The next moment——
“Clang!”
Tianyu Yuzhan swept across the air, and three pale heads flew up.
(End of this chapter)
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