Dragon Clan: Thought So Far.

"Aha, how far have you pushed alchemy now?" Uesugi Yue slurped his ramen without raising his head, as if he didn't hear the footsteps and roars buried deep in the rain.

Today's Tokyo is closer to heaven than any moment in history. Elements from all over the world are being pulled in from all directions like a attracted storm. The elemental turbulence forms a huge tide above the city, and demons are dancing wildly below the tide.

"To be honest, our family has been trying to excavate the tombs of our ancestors to obtain more profound knowledge and technology over the years, but our Ganliu Research Institute has issued a report saying that even if they work hard for another hundred years, it will be difficult to advance the family's alchemy technology to the level before you burned the family archives." Inuyama He said.

Uesugi Yue was stunned for a moment and scratched his hair.

"Don't say that, Agha. After all, the Snakesaki family is the embodiment of all evil. What's wrong with burning the weapons that my unworthy descendants use to start wars and destroy the world?" The ramen chef showed a matter-of-fact expression on his face.
"In short, your understanding of the Nibelungen is still stuck in the past one hundred years, right?"

"I remember that in your time, that kind of space was called 'God' or 'Hell', right? The head of the family really keeps up with the times..." Inuyama He sat upright, his navy blue kimono fluttering in the wind from all directions, the folds of his clothes like flowing water, his eyebrows slightly raised, and judging from his facial features, there were still some shadows of his youth.

"Don't worry about what I call that damn place, I just want to ask you how much you know about it?"

"Not much, but in the past two years, the academy has made unprecedented progress in the cause of slaying dragons. Angers ended the rule of the King of Bronze and Fire and the King of Earth and Mountains. In both actions, he clearly mentioned witnessing the collapse of the Nibelungen, which belonged to the king." Inuyama He finished his ramen, drank a mouthful of the thick soup with satisfaction, and placed the long sword Onimaru Kunitsuna across his knees. "I guess the so-called kingdom of God is actually based on the space where God himself exists. That's where they built their country. In the era of the kings, they deployed their troops there to attack each other. When the king died, the country completely collapsed."

"Not bad." Uesugi Yue shrugged.

"In fact, it's pretty much what you thought. Most of the Nibelungs collapsed after the death of the ancient dragon that created them. The reason why the Night Food can exist for thousands of years is that it is maintained by a certain incredible giant alchemical matrix, but it is not eternal. In fact, in a sense, it has begun to collapse. I can feel it, and some other guys with really strong bloodlines can also feel it. The last time Ange came to visit me, he said that sitting here and drinking is like toasting to hell... After all, maintaining such a huge Nibelung requires the efficient operation of the alchemical matrix. If all Nibelungs were created and did not die, then how many Nibelungs would still be sealed in the world? In short, we all know the law of conservation of energy and the law of conservation of mass..."

"Wait, aren't we discussing supernatural things like heaven and hell? Why are we talking about the law of conservation of energy?" Inuyama He couldn't stand this old guy who talked incessantly and whose temperament had nothing to do with the noble identity of the head of the eight Snake families of the previous generation, so he interrupted his series of messy rhetoric.

"As you said, even an old guy like me has to keep up with the times. Besides, alchemy is also a kind of science in a sense, but humans still have no way to analyze this science." Uesugi Yue curled his lips, "Anyway, in the ancient Age of Gods, the descendants of the White King established the Kingdom of God on this land, and built magnificent palaces there. They used countless palaces dedicated to the gods to form the largest alchemical matrix in history on their land. We still don't know what provides energy for this alchemical matrix, but the energy will run out one day. When the huge alchemical matrix can no longer sustain, the Night Food Field will collapse."

"What a coincidence, it's collapsing now? Just when our ancestors escaped from the real hell?" Inuyama He had already put his hand on the hilt of the knife. The footsteps and roars stopped. The huge water walls on both sides enveloped the ramen restaurant and half of the block. The flowing shadows hid the sound of breathing that gathered together like a strong wind.

"Izanagi's return triggered the Nibelungen's self-preservation mechanism. As long as it is infused with the power of the White King, it can avoid the fate of collapse, even if the White King is just a deformed monster." Uesugi Yue raised his glass and clinked it with the small bottle of wine in front of Inuyama He.

"The data you analyzed is incomplete, so you think Mount Fuji is the entrance to the Night Food Plain. However, ancient Tokyo and today's Tokyo are different cities. At that time, this street was the core of Kyoto. It is the intersection of the real world and the Night Food Plain, the gate between the human world and the dragon world, and the gate between the world of the living and the world of the dead. I live here. Some people laugh at me and say that I am escaping from the sins of many years ago. Some people also ridicule me and say that I am a former emperor who has fallen. In fact, it doesn't matter. It is the punishment I deserve. Many years ago, when my family deceived me into launching a war against the country on the other side of the sea, I was still an ignorant young man. At that time, I thought that the so-called war was just like a fight between gangsters on the street, where cutting off two fingers could determine the ownership of a city. I never thought it would bring so many disasters."

"I don't know the truth of what happened back then, because I was still a child. After the war, the Inuyama family, which advocated war, soon had its assets divided up by other families. I was the last man in our family, and I lived as a pimp, kneeling down and licking the toes of American soldiers every day." Inuyama He said silently. For him, that was a past that he was not willing to look back on. That past was truly sad and painful.

Seeing that the shadow emperor opposite him, who might be even more powerful than Genji, was about to continue talking, Inuyama He cleared his throat and placed the knife on the table.

"Of course I am not interested in that period of history. This is not confession time in the church or a history class for high school students. Instead, I am surrounded by ghosts."

"First of all, I have to say that the people who are in charge of the Japanese government now are all beasts who have mothers who give birth to children but no mothers who raise them. They have deleted that period of history from the books long ago, so you can't say that I am giving you a history lesson." Uesugi Yue suddenly became serious. Inuyama He was stunned, and suddenly held his forehead with some helplessness and helplessness. "Secondly, since these may be the last few words we can say before we die, I hope you can listen carefully... After all, even if there is a heaven, assholes like us will have no chance to fly there with angels after we die. Hell is the destination for you and me. The Chinese say that there is a hell underground called the Tongue-Pulling Hell. Once we enter there, we may not talk for thousands of years. Why not take advantage of the opportunity now to say a few more words?"

Inuyama He thought for a moment, then relaxed his whole body, looking at the old man opposite. Even though his face had become a little greasy, he still looked as handsome as he was when he was young.

He held down the crimson wooden handle and slightly unsheathed the famous demon-slaying sword named Onimaru Kuninaga. A sharp sound like a dragon's roar resounded all around.

"Please continue," he said, and refilled Uesugi Yue's glass of sake.

"There's really nothing to say. You're also an elder in the family. You should know why I fled from my position of power."

"Yes, it is said that it is because of your mother..."

"For a long time, the Chinese who were wiped out in the family's war reports were just a string of meaningless numbers in my eyes. It was not until that name appeared on the list that I realized what war is really like." Uesugi Yue poured the sake that Inuyama He had poured for him into his mouth.

The old lion, who had disguised himself as a stray dog ​​fleeing from a rainstorm for many years, suddenly had a ferocious expression on his face, and a thin layer of gold seeped out from the depths of his already somewhat cloudy eyes. "At first, I just felt guilty for my mother, but then I got older and met more and more people. They were all students from the university next door. I thought I must have killed a lot of these students at that time. The guilt and shame that lasted day and night prevented me from ending my life and forced me to linger on in this world like a dog... Over the years, I have killed many people, and all kinds of accidents have happened to the respected elders in the family. It was all my doing, because many years ago, they deceived me into signing that document, and the Eight Snake Families were finally able to intervene in the war and plunder more land for the continuation of the family."

Inuyama He's whole body was shocked.

In recent decades, they have indeed lost a large number of old people and their direct descendants. They all died in a very miserable way, with their throats cut by a knife. Minamoto Chisei and Tachibana Masamune before Minamoto Chisei always thought that it was the work of evil spirits, but they didn't expect that it was this seemingly harmless old man who was madly seeking revenge.

"I've done a lot, but I always feel it's not enough, so I've been here guarding the world of evil that is always lurking around the world. That is my mission. I think if there is a place for my mother in heaven, she must be very pleased with my choice." Uesugi Yue stood up to clean up the dishes and threw the huge flared noodle bowl and long chopsticks into the sink. Then he bent over to pick up the bundle of swords and put them all behind his back. He casually untied the towel on his head, and the ramen master's clothes fell with the wind. Underneath was a long windbreaker like the night, and under the windbreaker was a tattoo like Angers's, called the Wrath of the Worlds. The knotted muscles rose and fell slowly with his breathing under the dry muscles, and the Yaksha and the tiger in the tattoo seemed to come alive.

Inuyama He became solemn. He looked up at the man with awe in his eyes. He felt that decades of cowardice and humility had been thrown away by Uesugi Yue, and returning to the battlefield was the majestic underworld supreme.

"Our guest can't bear it any longer, Aha, hold the sword tightly in your hand. We are fighting side by side again after many years." Uesugi Yue drew the sword from his shoulder, his hand was mottled and veins bulged, and his windbreaker fluttered like a fluttering battle flag.

Inuyama He took a deep breath, and Onimaru Kunitsugu slowly pulled out the knife. He stood up with the knife, a smile on his face.

"It's an honor to fight alongside you." He said softly, flicking the blade of the long sword with his fingers, and Onimaru Kunitsuna made a metallic humming sound.

"There's no other way. If we run away now, this city will probably be overwhelmed by those evil spirits crawling back from hell, right? Someone has to do these things... Actually, I'm ready to leave Japan and return to France next year. In the next period of time, I will return to the monastery where my mother stayed many years ago and spend the rest of my life serving God. Maybe he will forgive my sins and let me go to heaven." Uesugi Yue's wrist holding the knife shook slightly, and the knife had already drawn a cold arc of light, pointing obliquely at the ground. There were molten gold lines on the blade that spread from the handle downwards.

"You have already left the family. It is not your responsibility to stop our ancestors." Inuyama He said softly.

"In fact, it's because I've actually seen the kid you mentioned. His name is Lu Mingfei, right? One time, that kid brought his girlfriend to eat ramen at my place and asked me some strange questions... He's very powerful, I think he will kill that monster. As long as the Yamata no Orochi dies, the Night Food Field will close again, and this time it will not close again until it collapses." Uesugi Yue's voice became lower and lower, and his other hand slowly pressed the hilt of the knife at his waist.
"If that kid is fast enough, maybe we can survive!"

"Wait, I have one last question before the fight starts!" Inuyama He suddenly called out to Uesugi Yue, whose eyes were becoming more and more determined. It was obvious that he had replayed the scene of himself dying in battle countless times in his mind.

The momentum that the old man had worked so hard to build up collapsed immediately, and the dignity of the underworld emperor was shattered.

He glared at Inuyama He and said, "What on earth do you want to do, you little brat!" Uesugi Yue growled.

"Head, have you never thought about sneaking into the Night Food Plain with a dirty atomic bomb or something else to completely eliminate the threat?" Inuyama He asked with a frown.

He seemed to respect Uesugi Yue very much, but he was still wary in his heart.

He didn't trust this guy, at least not when it came to God.

"The prerequisite for being able to freely enter and leave Nibelungen is that the person has a brand." Uesugi Yue said, "People without a brand are unauthorized stowaways. Only those little guys after three generations would be so careless as to build themselves a castle full of loopholes. The Night Food is a creation of the Age of Gods."

"Not even people with royal blood flowing in their bodies?" Inuyama He was a little surprised. "Excuse me, but you've always known that the upper three families are simply another species compared to the lower five families. Compared to humans, you are closer to gods. Based on this premise, I always thought that you might go to the Night Food Plain for a walk after dinner one day. Sometimes I even wanted to ask you to bring me some souvenirs from the Kingdom of the Dead."

"By the way, in the eyes of you Showa kids, am I an old man who is always shouting "Long Live the Emperor" and loves to amuse yourself, sorry, and seek suffering?" Uesugi Yue's face twitched. "That space has long been cut off from the real world, but the emperor of each generation can occasionally descend into that illusory world from a dream. My father once told me that whenever he closed his eyes, he would watch the Night Parade of One Hundred Demons, and sometimes he could even see naked snow women. That's because he has royal blood. Although the royal blood has not awakened, it still helps him smell the scent of the Night Food Field. But sometimes I envy him, after all, I also yearn for the naked snow woman."

Inuyama He finally believed what Uesugi Yue said, because he did remember that the family records said that Uesugi Yue's father, the chess master Shadow Emperor, had severe paranoia and always saw inexplicable things.

"Perhaps the Snow Girl also feels that it is a little dangerous to intrude into your dream." He pointed to the 14-inch color TV above the soup pot. On the shelf were rows of old CDs. The women on the CDs were posing coquettishly, sticking out their chests and hips. Even though the picture quality was quite old, it still made people's blood boil. "Head, your mind has long been polluted by Maria Ozawa."

"You are not allowed to insult my idol."

"Feel sorry……"

"That's not called pollution, that's called purification. My thoughts have long been purified. Now, even if God uses the highest power in the world to tempt me, I will not kneel down and lick her toenails." Uesugi Yue showed a rather complacent look on his face. Before the micro-expression at this moment had dissipated, the old guy suddenly stepped forward, and the blade brushed along the hem of Inuyama He's clothes!

The strong smell of blood bloomed like flowers around Inuyama He, and the sound of bones being cut by the knife was as loud as thunder!
The roars of wild beasts filled the streets again. Inuyama He turned back indifferently, only to see a pale light suddenly lit up in the water like high walls on both sides. Countless black shadows rushed out in the light, rushing towards the wooden cart at the end of the road like a black tide.

The one that was killed was a pale, dried-up corpse. The demon-slaying sword did not draw any blood from its body, and it was shaking violently in Uesugi Yue's hand!

"Aha, don't be distracted when fighting!" Uesugi Yue drew his sword again, and his whole body was steaming with hot steam. He laughed wildly like a road roller and rushed towards the overwhelming black shadow. (End of this chapter)