Chapter 276 Don't worry, I won't let you die easily, Herzog
Eight ferocious dragon heads rolled to the ground, leaving only the deformed and bloated huge body twitching unwillingly, but it was still unable to lift up the ferocious human figure on its back.
Countless pale flesh granulations were wriggling on the broken neck. The monster was not dead yet. It was still stimulating the cells in its body to repair its badly damaged body.
The half-dragon boy pressed his hand on the long, bony tail and stabbed the Kusanagi sword into the back of the Yamata no Orochi, nailing it to the ground.
Tian Yu Yu Zhan swept through the air, and the rising demonic flames evaporated the falling raindrops, cut off the long tail connected to the Ama Murakami sword, and then pierced directly into the spine of the monster below!
The terrifying black flames spread wildly, burning through the spinal cord and burning the internal organs, destroying the remaining life of the Yamata no Orochi bit by bit.
"Bang bang bang bang-!!!"
Eight broken necks lashed the ground wildly in severe pain, and tried to swing the person on their backs from behind. The blood gushed out and turned into mist in the high temperature burning, but it could not do anything to the young man.
Lu Mingfei stabbed the Yamata no Orochi's back with two swords in his hands, and a cold light flashed in his golden eyes.
At this moment, he seemed to have entered some mysterious state. To use the words of later generations, it was like having killed fish in RT-Mart for ten years, and his heart was as cold as the knife in his hand.
Even a centipede is still alive after death, let alone the Yamata-no-Orochi, which is at the top of the food chain. He held it down tightly and did not give it a chance to struggle and escape.
The monster's struggle under his feet gradually began to weaken, but his golden eyes became brighter.
Suddenly, an extreme temptation came from below him, as if this dying monster had turned into Liu Maoxing's glowing food, causing Lu Mingfei to feel an irresistible appetite!
Just like when he heard the Yamata no Orochi chanting dragon words to try to drag him to death, the thought of "undo" came into his mind. This time, there seemed to be a voice in his mind, playing "eat it, eat it, eat it" in a loop.
Golden light burst out in the golden pupils, and the blood of the Dragon King's fetus in the body of the Yamata no Orochi, which the fierce ghosts and Herzog had been dreaming of, climbed up along the white bone sword blade under the guidance of an invisible force, and seeped into the hideous right hand covered with black scales bit by bit.
A scalding hot current came from the right arm and gradually spread to the whole body, giving people a feeling of comfort as if the Ren and Du meridians were opened, and a feeling of numbness and warmth came from all over the limbs.
The black dragon scales on his body stretched and closed, and the blood mist in the air seemed to be attracted by this movement, gradually gathering towards Lu Mingfei.
The roar of thunder subsided for a while, leaving only the howling of wind and rain, and the gushing lava of Mount Fuji.
As the fetal blood in the Yamata no Orochi's body continued to drain away, the huge dragon body gradually shriveled up, and its struggles were almost non-existent.
The white silk thread seemed to be summoned, slowly crawling forward, getting closer and closer, trying to wrap the man and the dragon together.
However, the next second, Ame no Murakami and Ame no Yuzan, who had pierced into the headless dragon's body, suddenly burst out with a huge force and actually cut the deformed and shrunken body of the Yamata no Orochi into two halves.
“Pah—”
The body, which had been completely corroded by the black flames, fell powerlessly to the sides. The huge heart was cut open, but no blood flowed out. There was only a broken embryo hiding in the ventricle.
The shape of the embryo is similar to that of a tadpole, but the difference is that its long tail is actually a spine wrapped in flesh, and its ribs are protruding and the flesh is dancing wildly. I think those are the tentacles it uses to control the host's actions.
The swollen head had a huge single eye, and the golden vertical pupil was looking at the man with the knife with fear, making a hissing sound.
That's the holy relic!
That is the real White King!
The records of the Eight Snake Clans that have been passed down for thousands of years have already explained everything. The real god is not the Yamata-no-Orochi, nor is it a giant beast as big as a mountain.
The real God is the Holy Relic!
It is not a dry bone in the mural, but a parasitic life that can enslave living things!
In ancient times, the two Yamata-no-no-Mikoto killed by Susanoo, Amaterasu and Tsukuyomi were just shells controlled by it and its residence!
If you don't figure out its true identity, you'll never be able to kill it!
And it just so happens that Lu Mingfei’s most powerful race in StarCraft is the Zerg.
"Superise!"
He opened his mouth, revealing his sharp teeth and grinning ferociously.
The Holy Relic was almost frightened to death. It suddenly jumped out of its damaged shelter like a spring and rushed towards a white cocoon not far away.
This was the backup plan it left behind when it sensed it was under attack. There was an intact body inside. As long as it could parasitize into the body of that vampire, it would still have a chance to escape!
The pointed ribs waved vigorously in the air, trying to fly faster, fast enough to escape from the clutches of the bloodthirsty demon behind, or fast enough to hide again in the body in the cocoon.
Getting closer and closer!
The huge dragon pupil on the swollen head burst into ecstasy, and the ribs protruding from the flesh and blood were ready to break through the flesh of the spare body and pierce into the spine to complete the parasitism.
However, just as the ugly parasite was about to touch the white silk thread outside the cocoon, a thunderous explosion was heard in the air, and its body, which was struggling to rush forward, suddenly froze, unable to move forward any further.
The ecstasy in the huge single eye turned into despair. The Holy Relic slowly lowered his head and looked at the tip of a bone sword that pierced through his body.
This is Ama Murakami who was born because of it. It should have used this divine sword that was powerful enough to cut the world apart to kill all the blood descendants and complete itself. However, at this moment, this sword completely dragged it into an abyss from which there was no escape.
The ribs, like dead branches, were trying helplessly to pull at the White Bone Sword, but it still wanted to move forward and touch the host it had prepared long ago.
However, its half-developed organs had been shattered by the aftermath of the sword's penetration, and the possibility of a successful resistance was slim.
Lu Mingfei held the Ame-no-Kume sword in his hand and intercepted the Holy Corpse in mid-air with his sword. He slowly put away the sword and looked at the strange-looking thing with his golden eyes, full of disdain:
“It’s ugly.”
He knew very well that this ugly and tiny thing was equivalent to the White King's transformation device, and only through it could a White King be created.
Strictly speaking, the Yamata-no-Orochi just now was not the real White King. It was just an evolved form that was parasitized, transformed, and driven by the Holy Skeleton. It needed to continuously devour its descendants to complete itself before it could evolve into the real White King.
The Tianyu Yu Zhan, which was still burning with raging black flames, drew a black arc of light in the air. The demonic flame attached to the blade fell on the huge dragon body, eating away at the flesh of the Yamata no Orochi bit by bit like a cancer attached to the bone, and the dark golden bones were gradually exposed to the air.
The devilish flame dripped and gradually spread along the dragon blood on the ground.
Even though it was only a semi-finished product, the Yamata no Orochi had reached the threshold of the Dragon King.
This was his trophy, there was no way he was going to leave it to anyone else.
The vitality of the Holy Relics is extremely strong. This fatal injury is just a minor issue for it, and it is still struggling.
Lu Mingfei ignored it and slowly digested the Dragon King's fetal blood he had just absorbed. The black dragon scales all over his body sometimes closed and sometimes flashed a translucent gold, and his pair of golden eyes became more and more dazzling.
In the giant water storage well next to the Iron Dome Temple in the distance, a surveillance probe that had luckily escaped the disaster was still working, transmitting images of what was happening in the ghost camp that were enough to shock the entire mixed-blood society to Herzog's screen.
The evil ghost who always escaped by faking his death had a hideous face as he looked at the boy who looked neither human nor human on the screen, as well as the holy remains that were stuck on the sword by the opponent, his expression was filled with anger and fear.
He was angry that his plan, which he had carefully planned for more than ten years, had completely failed, and he was afraid of the terrifying young man who was as scary as a ghost.
Herzog knew that he had lost all his capital and had no chance of making a comeback, and that the young man and the organization behind him would never let him go.
He had to escape!
Finally, after taking a hateful look at the huge dragon body that had been half burned, Herzog turned around and prepared to pack up and run away.
However, the moment he turned around, he heard the familiar sound of a clapper coming from the radio.
Herzog's figure suddenly froze, as if he had been cast under a spell by the sound of the clapper.
He pulled the knife from his waist and stepped back to the console, wanting to stop the damn broadcast.
However, it was of no use. The sound of the clapper was still so clear, so clear that it made people sick.
Just when he wanted to ignore the damn clapper sound and hurry to escape, a young man's smiling voice suddenly came from the radio, and the tone was like that of an old friend who had known each other for many years:
"How are you, Dr. Herzog?"
Herzog suddenly stopped in his tracks, not because he remembered who the voice belonged to, but because the other party had spoken, which meant there was a possibility of negotiation.
It is best not to act rashly when you are not sure of the other party's identity and all your own combat power has been exhausted.
You have to know that this water well and the underground Iron Dome Temple system are all under his control. Someone could actually hack into it silently, so he must be no ordinary person.
"Who are you?" Herzog frowned and spoke in a flat voice, trying his best to appear calm and composed, as if everything was under control.
“You can’t even recognize my voice? That’s so sad.” The young man’s voice suddenly took on an exaggerated sadness, as if he was forcing himself to laugh.
Hearing such an obvious change in tone, Herzog had a bad feeling in his heart.
He quickly filtered through the names in his mind, looking for someone whose age matched the voice, who had met him before and who could speak Chinese.
At the same time, he said with apologetic words: "After all, I am already an octogenarian. Although my brain is still quite sharp, my memory is no longer as good as it was when I was young."
His original intention was to ask the person hiding behind the scenes to stop playing tricks and to reveal his identity directly so that everyone could sit down and talk.
Unexpectedly, after he admitted that he was old, the other party suddenly laughed again, and his laugh was very sarcastic:
"Your lying skills are still as good as ever, Herzog."
Hearing that the other party no longer used honorifics, Herzog realized that the visitor was an enemy, not a friend, so his face darkened and his voice became a little dangerous:
"Who are you?"
"You'll know if you look back." After the young man said that, the clapper sounds on the radio stopped playing, and the control room returned to silence, with only Herzog's heavy breathing remaining.
He first moved his ears, but didn't catch any unusual movement, and then slowly turned his head.
No one.
The same scene was shown on more than a dozen screens: a fiery red sky, icy rain, a headless dragon body burning with black flames, and white silk threads and red translucent cocoons all over the mountains.
But the only thing missing was the boy who looked like a ghost.
Herzog's pupils suddenly shrank, and before he could react, a loud bang was heard above his head.
“BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM—!!!”
Several layers of reinforced steel floors were violently pierced through, and a red arc-shaped knife with a blade as long as ten fists pierced into the ground in front of Herzog, blocking his escape route.
Amid the smoke and dust and flying gravel, Herzog's heart sank to the bottom of the valley.
He recognized this knife. The guy who called himself Batman just now used it to cut off all the heads of the Yamata no Orochi.
Looking at the alchemical knife that turned red after being bathed in the blood of the Dragon King, Herzog quietly raised his hand and wanted to press the blasting button that had been set in advance.
However, the next second, an extremely heavy force descended from the sky, and his old body could not withstand this horrible gravity at all. His knees slammed heavily on the ground, and then he fell down with his back bent, crawling on the ground with his whole body prostrated, unable to even lift his head.
Herzog was horrified. This was Yuan Zhisheng's Word Spirit, the King's Power. Why...
“Tap tap tap—”
Clear footsteps were heard from the broken buildings. Someone walked out of the smoke and dust, pulled up the Tianyu Yuzhan to clear the way, and came to Herzog who was kneeling on the ground.
"Old dog, you really made it hard for me to find you."
Lu Mingfei looked down at Herzog, who was worshipping him like a broken-backed dog. His voice was calm, but it contained tremendous anger.
Trying his best to support his body from being crushed by the horrible gravity, Herzog raised his head with difficulty, wanting to see the true appearance of the person who came. However, he had long been accustomed to looking down on all living beings from a high position. How could he raise his head and look up to the Supreme?
Herzog couldn't see it, but he could hear the hissing cries of the Holy Relics and the sound of its ribs hitting the sword Ame-no-Kurosakugun's struggle.
That was what he missed day and night. It was right in front of him, yet so far away that even looking up was a luxury.
In the face of death, he threw away all his dignity and ambition, revealing his inner timidity and cowardice. He begged in a low voice, hoping that Lu Mingfei would spare his life.
"Let me go, I can work for you. I have knowledge and research results that are not inferior to those of Kassel Academy. I can help you ascend to the throne of the world!"
"Just you?" Lu Mingfei showed disdain.
Although he didn't like Kassel Academy, it was a dragon-slaying organization with a long history after all. Herzog was just an ambitious man blinded by greed. How could he be worthy of helping him ascend to the throne of the world?
Seeing that he did not believe him, Herzog immediately began to tell him about his grand vision and research results that were far ahead of most of his peers. In order to save his own life, he even revealed his biggest secret.
It turns out that the series of operations including blowing up Black Swan Port and bringing the Royal Blood Embryo to Japan to plan to revive the White King were all instigated by the man named Bondarev, and it was also the other party who told him how to give birth to the complete White King and steal the White King's power.
Lu Mingfei's golden eyes shone, and he used the power of the spiritual element monarch he had just acquired to make Herzog tell him everything he knew.
From serving the Third Reich, to taking root in the Red Empire to research genetic warriors, and finally to planning in Japan, there were too many conspiracies and dirty tricks.
The more he listened, the deeper Lu Mingfei's brows furrowed, and his murderous intent almost solidified.
Especially when he learned that most of Herzog's scientific research results, including pontine splitting surgery and clapper sound hypnosis, were obtained from an experimental subject named Zero, the murderous intent almost ignited the entire base.
Herzog, whose mind was already broken, felt the murderous intent hanging over him, but he simply could not stop and continued to talk about the secrets of the past.
For example, he once joined an organization called the Thule, searching for the super civilization created by the ancient intelligent race, the Hyborians, in a certain land in the Arctic. If they found it, they could lead the Earth civilization into a new era.
He said almost everything he could, but Lu Mingfei knew that Herzog was still hiding something.
It's not that the old dog wanted to hide it subjectively, but his memory was tampered with.
The one who could do this was, no surprise, Bondarev, who helped Herzog set up this chess game and was easily killed by a volley of bullets.
Shocking wisdom told Lu Mingfei that there was something seriously wrong with that guy.
Unfortunately, many years have passed and Bondarev has long since hidden somewhere to spy on the developments in Japan. Now that this has happened, it may not be so easy to catch him again.
But it doesn't matter. If the enemy comes, we will fight back. If the water comes, we will block it with earth. If Bondarev dares to show up, he will never come back.
Right now, the most important thing is to solve Eri's problem as quickly as possible.
As for this old dog, someone will take care of it.
Several broken steel bars flew over, clamped around Herzog's kneeling body, and dragged him upwards, bumping around in all directions.
When he returned to the ground wailing, before he had time to catch his breath, he heard the devilish voice, as if it was talking to someone.
"I'll leave him to you. You can kill him or chop him up as you like."
With just one sentence, he was sentenced to death.
The tremendous gravity exerted on his body had disappeared. Herzog's body, fixed by steel bars, was trembling. He forced his head to look in the direction of the sound, trying to save his life.
However, when he looked up, he saw that the demon, which had turned back into human form, had walked away, leaving only an expressionless girl holding an umbrella, standing there, staring at him quietly.
The girl had light golden hair, a delicate face like an iceberg, and light blue eyes with a zero-degree gaze.
She looked familiar, but Herzog could not remember where he had seen her.
But soon, his eyes fell on the bald teddy bear in the girl's arms, and the memories of twenty years ago suddenly came to his mind.
"You...you are...Renata?!"
Herzog could hardly believe his eyes.
Of course he remembered the girl named Renata. In the endless snowfield that was so cold that it made him want to curse God, that was the only fresh little flower that could brighten his eyes and make his heart feel relaxed when he saw it.
All the children in Black Swan Harbor underwent pontine splitting surgery, turning from little flowers into little flower specimens, but Renata was the only one left by him, maintaining her fresh vitality.
She was the favored child and even got his gift, the teddy bear.
But in the end, he decided to blow up the Black Swan Harbor and leave the damn snowfield to embrace a world with more and more beautiful flowers, and let the little flower named Renata accompany the Black Swan Harbor to destruction.
She should be dead.
She should have died in that huge explosion.
How could she be here? How could she be here?!
Herzog almost roared in his heart, but he still put on a gentle smile as he did in the past, trying to make his voice gentle:
"Long time no see, my little Renata, you are becoming more and more beautiful."
This was his habit in Black Swan Harbor. Every time he saw the little flower, he would praise her for being so beautiful that day.
But at that time she had not yet grown up, she was just a little doll. Now she is as beautiful as an elf walking out of the snow.
But there was no longer that sweet smile on her face that made people feel happy and as if they were in spring.
This little spring flower has turned into a winter snow lotus, exuding coldness from the inside out.
Zero didn't answer and looked at Herzog as if he was a dead man.
Herzog was furious at being treated with such contempt by the little flower whom he could easily destroy in the past. He wished he could break free from his restraints, pin her to the ground, and let her know what the rules were.
But he couldn't do it.
At this moment, he seemed to be wearing a straitjacket made of steel, lying on the ground unable to move, the rain seeping into his eyes, ears, mouth and nose, making him look more miserable than ever before.
Just as he was about to speak again with the hope of asking Renata to come and help him out, a flash of lightning from the sky illuminated the earth and cast a slender shadow beside him.
Herzog's pupils trembled. It was the shadow of a boy.
At this moment, he finally remembered who the young man's voice he heard on the radio was.
It was Zero, his first and most important experimental subject.
“Impossible, impossible!”
"You should be dead!"
Herzog refused to believe his own judgment. The Experimental Subject Zero should have been destroyed and should have been buried in the Black Swan explosion. How could he still be alive and even appear beside him intact? !
"Bang!"
A leather shoe stepped on the back of his head, burying his face in the muddy ground. The mud and water poured into his nasal cavity, blocking his trachea, and an intense feeling of suffocation overwhelmed him.
The boy's voice mixed with wind and rain came into my ears:
"That's my girl. Who allowed you to add a prefix without permission?"
The pointed leather shoes stepped on Herzog's head, allowing him to enjoy the loving embrace of Mother Earth. Only when his struggle slowed down did the boy release his feet, allowing him to get a moment to breathe.
"Cough cough--" Herzog coughed violently, spitting out dirt and sewage, and tried hard to turn around to see whether the person behind him was a human or a ghost, but his cervical vertebrae were not as flexible as those of the Yamata no Orochi, and he could not turn around at all.
However, the boy was very considerate and went around to the front. Without looking back at Herzog, who looked like a lost dog, he walked towards the girl with the umbrella with brisk and graceful steps.
Herzog looked at the boy's back and was completely unable to connect this boy who looked like a nobleman of the night with the broken boy who was tied to the cast iron recliner with a straitjacket and belts.
But the cruel truth told him that it was the Experimental Subject Zero who had been manipulated and tortured by him at will.
He watched the boy and girl approach.
The raindrops seemed to automatically avoid the boy and bypass him.
However, the girl still took the initiative to hold the umbrella over the boy's head, exposing herself to the rain.
The next moment she was pulled in again, and they both shared an umbrella.
Only then did Herzog see the boy's face clearly. It was exactly the same as Zero, handsome to the point of being weak, with straight black eyebrows, and an indelible nobleness on his beautiful face.
"You, who the hell are you?!" He spoke in a hoarse voice, wanting to know what a precious opportunity he had missed.
"Since you asked sincerely, I will tell you out of mercy."
The boy raised his hand, and the Tama River behind him rolled up huge waves, and silver-blue spots of light rushed towards him like meteors:
"I originally planned to extract your soul and make it into a living spirit and soak it in a cesspool, but the thought of a fellow like you being able to linger on in this way is a bit disgusting.
So, you better die."
As soon as he finished speaking, hundreds of silver-blue light spots fell from the sky towards Herzog. They looked beautiful, but in fact they contained deadly murderous intent.
That was not a firefly, but the executioner who executed the dragon clan in ancient times - the ghost-toothed viper.
These are carefully selected larvae, only the size of fingers. They are not as efficient in eating as adults, but they can guarantee to tear the prey apart cleanly.
"No, get out of here, get out of here!" Herzog realized what he was about to face and howled as he tried to roll over and dodge, slapping away these deadly little fish.
But wearing the steel restraint suit, he was like a fish on a chopping board, at the mercy of others.
Just like the uncompromising and stern boy who was tied to the steel operating table twenty years ago.
"No! Help! Let me go! I was wrong! I was really wrong, please forgive me!"
Herzog was surrounded by silver-blue light, and every bit of flesh and blood on his body was being torn apart. The pain that struck his soul almost overwhelmed him.
Unfortunately, the ghost tooth vipers didn't understand what he was saying. They only knew that the prey in front of them was fresh enough. Although it didn't taste good, fortunately they were not picky eaters.
I eat eat eat!!!
Herzog's mournful wail echoed through the night sky, almost rivaling the sound of the raging waves of the Tama River.
"Don't worry, I won't let you die easily." The boy under the umbrella spoke in a calm voice, but his words were filled with endless malice:
“Don’t you dream of becoming a god and sitting on the throne of the world?
Although your dream is shattered now, because of our acquaintance, I can help you realize part of it.
For example, more developed pain nerves, a strong will that never faints, and a body that can regenerate within a limited time..."
Upon hearing this, Herzog, who was tortured to near madness by the severe pain, felt the tingling pain in his body increase exponentially. However, this supermodel pain that was enough to make a person faint instantly could not make him fall asleep immediately, and he died in a coma.
You have to stay awake and feel yourself being devoured bit by bit.
"You devil, you damn devil, you should go to hell, I should have been here... Ugh!"
He roared and wanted to curse, but a small silver-blue fish slipped into his mouth and ate his tongue in the blink of an eye, leaving him unable to speak anymore.
Looking at the blurry figure wrapped in silver-blue light, the boy shrugged, put his arm around the girl's thin shoulders and turned away.
"I walked away. There was nothing to see. It was a real bummer."
The girl holding the umbrella glanced at him. Her ice-blue eyes were dull, but the corners of her mouth quietly raised an imperceptible arc, as if the ice and snow on Mount Fuji that had not melted for thousands of years had melted, and the snow lotus on the glacier tundra was blooming.
"What are you laughing at?" The boy noticed her raised lips and moved his face closer to her:
"Say it and make me laugh too."
The girl looked at him and flattened the curve of her mouth: "I thought of something happy."
(End of this chapter)
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