Fist Godzilla

Chapter 227 "Sick" Muto
With force in his hands, the metallic heart the size of a human head was crushed and burst.

Nano blood splashed, leaving a few drops of bleak residual red on the side face of Baitang mirror.

The battle with Armstrong had already spread to the clouds, and there was no shelter above the current military port. The sun was shining directly down, mixing the shadows of the living and the dead.

Bai Tangjing, who was calm, silently looked at Armstrong's corpse with his head down, but still looking hideous and terrifying, and then spoke abruptly.

""Tianwu Killing Dao"-Duanxin Dao, this is the name of the move to kill you."

"It doesn't matter where it comes from, because the founder is no longer in this world, and now its content has been greatly revised by me."

"The 'heart' of Duanxindao not only refers to the heart, but also refers to the key point of the center of power circulation."

"Perceive and track the flow of the opponent's power, and then find the center to attack. Every process of this is done to the extreme."

"It is the 'broken heart way' that has reached a passing degree of completion in one move."

After finishing speaking, Bai Tangjing threw the wreckage in his hand on the ground without hesitation, just like throwing away a used tissue.

Armstrong was wrong.

Bai Tangjing would explain his power to him unabashedly.

Because of the depth of his efforts and the cruel price of his ideals, he deserves the attention of Bai Tangjing.

And, in his last words, said the two were "like-minded."
Bai Tangjing knew in his heart that this could not be a wrong calculation.

Armstrong has the ambition to change the world, and he has the power to change the world.

So he did not hesitate to build a world where "the strong can carry out ideas with strength".

And Bai Tangjing's bombardment of him, although it seems to have prevented his actions, is actually a process of "the stronger one implements his thoughts to the stronger one with stronger power".

Bai Tangjing could not refute this.

But he didn't want to deny it at all!
"Power is the power of thought"!
On the road of pursuing strength, this fact is as clear as black and white!

Armstrong was right, too.

Bai Tangjing despises his ideal itself.

Armstrong used the White Hall Mirror as a symbol and model of his ideal legitimacy and rationality.

It is believed that external factors such as the growth environment are not enough to hinder the real strong.

But Bai Tangjing himself knows how many opportunities he got in the process of growing up, and what kind of struggle he has gone through to reach his current height.

So when Bai Tangjing walked away slowly, he could say such words to Armstrong's corpse in a flat and natural way.

"Do you think it is inevitable for a strong man like 'me' to appear? No. I don't even think so."

"One Baitang Jing stood at the pinnacle of mankind, looked down on Armstrong, and took off his heart. Then there were ten "Baitang Mirrors" desperately trying to climb up at his feet! One hundred "Baitang Mirrors" "Die in pain! One thousand 'Baitang mirrors' screaming in despair! Ten thousand 'Baitang mirrors' disappeared without a sound. So, Armstrong."

"Abandoning the pursuit of environmental justice and blindly emphasizing 'thriving of the strong'? Enough is enough."

"So I don't hesitate to think—your ideal is a piece of shit."

The shadows of the living and the corpses parted in the sunlight and moved further and further away.

The ground began to tremble inexplicably, and the waters around the military port began to vibrate as if boiling.

Thick and obviously different from human life energy began to overflow the ground.

In the eyes of observers, that life energy is more extensive than sea water!

I haven't seen the real body yet, but its sense of existence has filled the world!

Amidst the violent shaking of the ground, Armstrong's body was gradually engulfed by the tumbling lava.

The human disaster has been pacified with the death of the head of the interest group. When violence faces stronger violence, weakness is the inevitable result.

But the "God" who was awakened by human beings and tampered with.

Human beings should go through such turmoil, and what price should they pay to calm the waves it caused to the world?
Muto's incubation is irreversible, but the only thing to be happy about is that there is still some time.

The Baitang mirror in mid-air looked at the magma surging below and the deep black hole in the center of the magma.

Turn around and head towards Washington.

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The military port is already very close to Washington.

After parting life and death with his opponent, Bai Tangjing only left a few drops of nano-blood residual red on the side of his face.

The remaining injuries have healed under the reactivated Titan energy.

He is sitting on a chair that symbolizes the highest power in the free world at this time, looking through the window of the White House at the expensive Bermuda lawn outside this ancient building.

Time is running out, but the information he wants is not in a hurry, so he simply relaxes before the big battle.

After all, his opponent this time is not at the same level as all the previous creatures.

There are also several school groups on the lawn who are scheduled to conduct routine visits today.

Young people, no matter which country is always full of vitality.

And most of the young people who sign up for old-fashioned events like "White House tour" also have a high spirit that is rarely seen in this country today.

At Bai Tangjing's age, he shouldn't have said such old-fashioned words.

But the thickness of life depends on experience, and the scenery seen by teenagers has surpassed the imagination of this era.

The men and women on the lawn, waiting to get into the White House, were lively, cheerful, chattering.

And everyone took all the camera equipment in their hands, and took a burst of shots at the room where Baitang mirror was.

Although the glass in this room is one-way transparent, they shouldn't know that a yellow-skinned man is sitting in the president's seat at this time.

However, if this man was in full view, he lifted up the thousand-ton roof of the White House like an ant's nest, then fell in, and put the roof back in place intimately.
I'm afraid that there should be no normal people in Washington DC who have not seen the white roof floating in mid-air.

Although in the eyes of the young man, the entire huge city will experience an unimaginable crisis in the next few hours, but everyone outside the window still does not know their fate.

They have no information, no vision, and no power.

So he can only be immersed in the cheers at the moment, and he doesn't even have the qualifications to worry about the crisis that will befall him.

The legal owner of the chair under Bai Tangjing's buttocks - President Walker, is now like a primary school student who has been detained.

Sitting primly on a stool that clearly didn't fit his body.

Walker's figure is not beyond the standard, he is a middle-aged white elite who maintains a good figure.

Obesity and sub-health will not come to him.

But a small stool without a backrest.
Walker looked at the dust floating on his shoulders, which was the dust that fell when Baitang dismantled the roof of the White House just like that toy.

Looking at the direction beyond the closed gate, there are 27 agents using genetic liquid prosthetic bodies of geocentric organisms lying there, all of them had their two legs cut off.

There are also ten giant beasts with a strength of around 15 horses.

No matter what method they used to achieve the achievement of the giant beast, but now
A's spine is inserted into B's stomach, B's spine is inserted into C's chest, and so on.

With their regenerative abilities, the injuries would not be fatal or disabling, but at least 10 minutes of howling in the abyss of pain would be required to regain mobility.

It all happened so quickly that no one outside the White House even noticed that the violence was happening, still steeped in the "superhero reality show" vibe.

Walker finally said nothing, just sat on the stool upright.

Mr. Assistant, who has been to several presidents at the side, also stood aside cautiously at this time, looking at Walker's stool in fear from time to time.

That was the seat he handed to the president when the accident happened.

Although it is the small stool he usually uses to tiptoe
But God testifies!In the instant just now, the foundation of the entire White House was raised by one meter!
Under the conditions of shaking, building cracking, and dust, this small stool is really the only seat that remains clean and intact within two seconds after Mr. Baitang said "please sit down"!
In fact, Bai Tangjing didn't treat them harshly, but just by using the energy of the Titans to heal the wounds, the life energy that could almost drown ordinary people had already caused the nerves of the people present to collapse to the extreme.

That's why the White House butler put a small stool under the president's butt after Bai Tangjing spoke regardless.

——His nerves are about to break.

"I just believed what you said."

Looking at the sudden opening of the Baitang mirror outside the window, Walker, who was fidgeting on the small bench, breathed a sigh of relief.

He exerted almost several times more effort on the young man in front of him than he did when he ran for the presidency, to prove that he was just a scrap calculated by Armstrong's interest alliance.

Bai Tangjing continued: "Don't waste time, the next topic, have you found the information I need?"

He actually didn't care whether President Walker was from Armstrong's side.

Armstrong was dead, and with it the interest groups that had grown up around his extraordinary power.

Even if Walker is his man, he is as harmless as an ant that has left its nest.

The person who holds the greatest power in the free world immediately took out the prepared materials when he heard the words, and put them on the table with difficulty from the bench.

While playing, say something that you force yourself to put in your head 2 minutes ago.

"Armstrong's private database was fully opened to you by specifying an order not long ago, so we were able to enter it smoothly to collect information."

Having said that, Walker carefully glanced at Bai Tangjing's expression.

This is the politician's instinctive desire to collect information.

The two who fought life and death not long ago, now Armstrong's private database automatically releases Baitang mirror, there must be some joints in it that others don't know.

"'Traveler'. Hey!"

Bai Tangjing, who was originally calm, laughed and cursed at this moment.

"Armstrong, you are really a person who does not hesitate to put everything in the hands of the enemy for the sake of ideals!"

This is probably the authorization issued by Armstrong through the nanomachines in his body when he was dying.

He is worthy of being a man who can tame more than 20 giant beasts. Even if his ideals are regarded as rubbish by Bai Tangjing, this determination is enough to surpass countless mediocrities in the world.

Walker's report is no longer needed, the information in his mind has been dug out by Bai Tangjing in this short period of time.

Stretching out his palms in front of him, Walker didn't know why the other party didn't listen.

But he still kept his mouth shut with a wink.

"The mad dragon crystal was actually developed by you to this extent, Armstrong."

Baitang mirror pondered.

Just 5% off.

The distance from the success of Armstrong's plan is only a negligible 5%!

"The weakening effect of the giant beast's power through the mad dragon disease."

"Use the mad dragon crystal to infect and weaken the embryonic male Muto, and then use every key muscle fiber in Muto's body as a carrier to install a nerve bridge device."

"Each device is equipped with a child's trained brain and [-] children's brains!"

The strength of a Titan will also be weakened when it is "infected".

A large number of mad dragon crystals are enough to make Muto's body into an immune state, which is the "fever" of human beings.

Afterwards, it is not extravagant to ask for control over the titan's brain.This is simply not possible with human consciousness.

Instead, change your thinking and win by quantity.

Lay down a large number of neural bridge devices to the most basic muscle fiber level.

This is also why Armstrong needed a lot of child brains.

The only training for those brains since the skull was taken out is to manipulate a muscle according to the instructions!
"That's why he wants to fight me... even the Titans!"

He found a way to control the godlike monster, albeit with human children as supplies.

But as long as he can open the situation with Muto's egg, then he can have a Muto army!
What Baitang mirror dug out in Walker's mind, and the female Muto's egg that they hid.

Armstrong's grand blueprint has disappeared with his death, and even if it is re-discovered in the future, it will be a matter of future.

Now, at any rate, there is good news.

"In other words, that Muto is in a 'sick' state."

Baitang mirror murmured.

Walker, who was sitting on the bench, immediately added: "With those neural bridge devices not activated, it is expected that this state will last at least half an hour."

Judging from the amount of mad dragon crystals currently instilled into Muto's egg, this conclusion is correct.

And if implemented according to Armstrong's theory, those controlled muscles can delay the process of the "rejection" of the mad dragon crystal, doubling the combat time.

And control Muto after the war, and restart the process of ingesting the mad dragon crystal.

It is equivalent to refueling the machine.

What they want has already been obtained, including Muto's body structure, current condition, and Armstrong's hands and feet in the egg.

Facing an enemy with unprecedented specifications, Bai Tangjing did not let go of any intelligence.

And now.
"Walker."

"Mr. Baitang?"

The president is very familiar with the switch of status.Now he is not inferior to the White House butler who is standing aside.

"Maybe I can give you an hour? An hour and a half at most."

"What do you mean by that?"

Cold sweat began to flow from his forehead, and Walker's wisdom had already made him think of a possibility.But because the possible consequences were too bad, he refused to believe it himself.

Bai Tangjing has no habit of giving weak people a chance to escape reality.

He stood up from the chair that symbolized power, without hesitation or fluctuation.

"Evacuate people. Especially around the Potomac River."

"Sir, that's a population of at least 300 million!"

"You are doing well, they are still 300 million 'population' in a few hours, not doing well"

Bai Tangjing didn't turn to Walker, but looked out the window at the crowd who still didn't know anything and cheered for the "superhero reality show".

There was a helpless indifference in his voice.

"That's the 'killed toll' of 300 million."

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