Brass Dragon in the Dragon World

Chapter 343 Holy Communion
At this moment, on Mt. Fuji, in the hollow dug by Shio Miyamoto overnight, the white Yamata no Orochi fell to the ground, and beside him was the commissioner of the Hachiya family who was killed and injured. Shio Miyamoto turned his head, and blood gushed out of his mouth , with surprise and sadness in his eyes.

"Father..." He opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but the severe pain in his chest made him unable to say anything anymore, all the blame, all the confiding, turned into an inaudible sigh.

On that day, Shio Miyamoto, head of the Miyamoto family, died at the hands of his father, Toruya Miyamoto.

"It's so cruel, isn't that guy your child?" A man wearing a Third German Army uniform asked next to Toruya Miyamoto.

"Aren't the four great kings also the children of the Black King?" Miyamoto Toru also took off his gas mask, and said to the man: "The child's rebellion against his father will never be less, and the old man can only take action in advance and never end it." Suffering later."

The man next to him in the uniform of the Third German Army was holding a girl with red hair. Hearing Toru Miyamoto say the same, he put the girl in his arms and said in an exaggerated tone:

"I'm not like you. I love my child so much that I'm even happy to become one with her."

As he said that, the man pulled away the military uniform with his swollen chest, and the cry of the baby erupted in the cave instantly. On the man's pale skin, there was a baby's head glued to it. The hairless and withered little head was emitting deafening sounds The crying made Miyamoto Toruya's old hands tremble slightly.

"This child is a deformity. I can only connect her to my organs to make her survive." The man took off the gas mask on his face, revealing a cheek as dry as bark, gray His hair was twisted into several strands and scattered on his scalp.

He stretched out his fingers like a bird's claw, and gently touched the baby's cheek that was integrated with him. The baby's crying gradually disappeared, and an ugly smile appeared on the little face, and then fell into a deep sleep.

"Oh, I don't care about this. After waiting for 50 years, we finally waited until the Holy Grail matured. Today, I will become a god." Miyamoto also turned his head away, not looking at the man's twisted body: "Mr. Hans, please witness My ascension."

"I thought you would wait a little longer, isn't the output of the dragon's veins very important to the Hachi family?" Hans smiled slightly, and stepped aside, but his eyes were fixed on the hidden bite marks on the belly of the Yamata no Orochi.

"Using the ghost-toothed viper that can devour the flesh and blood of Yamata no Orochi as an intermediary to enrich the dragon blood in Yamata no Orochi, and then catch the ghost-toothed snake to refine it and turn it into a real evolution medicine. It is a genius design." Han Si shook his slender neck, narrowed his eyes and analyzed.

"All this is not without cost, Mr. Hans, the family consumes a large amount of defective products every year as nourishment for Yamata no Orochi." Miyamoto Tetsuya's face was a little more proud: "Use hunger to make the mixed-race Maximize the dragon's blood, and then throw it into the river to feed the ghost-toothed dragon viper, and those fish will be swallowed by Yamata no Orochi, and the cycle continues."

"Being both a predator and a prey, the dragon's ecology is always so fascinating." Hans praised: "Can I ask, how long did it take you to plan all this?"

"In 80 years, after obtaining the method of extracting dragon veins in China, the family began preparations. We spent 50 years searching for Gao Tianyuan, [-] years preparing basic materials, and [-] years waiting for the maturity of the holy bones. In the last ten years, we finally have A steady stream of dragon veins." Miyamoto Toru is also very proud: "And all of this is a genius-like idea."

When Hans heard this, he smiled calmly. He knew that Toru Miyamoto alone was far from being able to achieve this level, but he didn't point at the vanity of the old man, but pointed to Yamata no Orochi and said :

"Mr. Miyamoto, I have no doubts, it's time to start the ceremony."

Miyamoto also knows that the man named Hans in front of him is not trustworthy, but as long as his guess is correct, he can usurp the power of the gods, and then all doubts and obstacles will disappear.

Lifting the body of his son Shio Miyamoto aside, Toru Miyamoto also put the girl in his arms on the ground, the short lower body of Yamata no Orochi squirmed, as if something was about to break out of the cocoon.

Toru Miyamoto also grabbed the sharp tail of Yamata no Orochi, took out a small knife and cut off the tailbone. The tailbone of Yamata no Orochi was in the shape of a sword, sharp and unparalleled. In the past, it also had a name:
Heaven Congyun Sword!

Miyamoto Toru also lightly waved the Tiancongyun sword, cutting open the writhing abdomen of Yamata no Orochi, a white shadow sprang out from the abdomen, crossed his cheeks, and rushed towards the girl lying on the ground without hesitation. .

The relic of the White King is unexpectedly ugly, like a hybrid of insects and echinoderms, any artist who loves monsters will be ashamed of his lack of imagination the moment he sees it.

The white gelatinous skin and several squirming limbs came to the girl's side while swinging, and rushed to the girl's tailbone impatiently. Its mission was to bring Bai Wang back to life.

Now, thousands of years later, Shenghu can finally complete his mission.

"Is it impatient?" Miyamoto also looked at the girl lying on the ground: "The holy grail and the holy skeleton are combined into one, and the real emperor was born here today."

As he spoke, Toru Miyamoto also took out a specially prepared set of equipment and walked to the girl's side: "And I want to usurp the authority of God."

At some point, Hans had already stood next to Yamata no Orochi, and his low voice sounded a little helpless: "Do you really think that you can gain the power of the dragon clan by blood transfusion?"

"Shut up, mortal," Miyamoto Tetsuya breathed heavily, his eyes were bloodshot from excitement: "My guess is perfect, the White King is a special existence, and he is different from other dragon kings."

In Miyamoto Toruya's view, the blood contains the deepest secrets of the Dragon Clan. When the Holy Grail and the Holy Skeleton are fused, that is when the White King is most vulnerable. As long as he injects the White King's blood into his body and changes himself Then you can gain the power of the White King.

In Christianity, there is a ritual called Holy Communion, in which people share the wine representing the blood of the Son and the bread representing the flesh to commemorate the sacrifice of the Son.

And the container that holds the wine is the Holy Grail.

Now, Toru Miyamoto will also perform the sacrament ceremony, drink up the delicate wine in the holy grail, and be promoted to a god in the mad science.

But all of this, in the eyes of Hans next to him, is just a stupid attempt, he shook his head, the island country has not changed for decades, they still like it so much...

Bet on the luck of the country.

(End of this chapter)