Dragon Clan: Thought So Far.

The helicopter dropped them off near Mount Fuji and left. The family could not put all their strength into the battlefield with God. In the shadow of Japanese society, evil was growing all the time. Even if doomsday came, the Snake Eight Families had to ensure that the chaos would not intensify to the point of completely destroying the original order.

Not every half-blood is a pure warrior, and the leaders of the family are more like politicians.

Politicians always plan the construction and distribution of benefits after victory at the beginning of a war. This is the bad habit that has accompanied human beings for millions of years, or the so-called politics.

Yuan Zhisheng stood in the boundless storm, holding a Japanese sword in both hands. The rain soaked his shoes and rolled down the blade like a stream.

"Can you still receive the signal?" His voice was strange, hoarse and hard, making people feel like some humanoid monster was speaking.

"The contact is very difficult, but it has not been interrupted yet. Kaguya has mobilized all the satellites that can be mobilized to ensure that the signal can penetrate those abnormal clouds." The cold girl's voice came out lightly from the earphone.

"Is the positioning still working?"

"Sorry, head patriarch, your location has completely disappeared from the positioning system." Sakura said softly.

"I told you not to call me the head of the family or the young master, Ying. There are not many people I can trust anymore. You are the only one who is always on the list of people I can trust." Yuan Zhisheng was holding a completely wet cigarette in his mouth. His whole body was soaked, and white steam was rising.

Only truly powerful warriors are qualified to set foot on the battlefield of Night Food Field, but even Yuan Zhisheng did not expect that the entrance recorded in the ancient family books was just a rift between the kingdom of the dead and the real world. This is definitely not the door for the ancestors to return to the human world, because this mountain is so quiet, so quiet that it seems as if everything is dead.

However, Mount Fuji is definitely a huge active volcano that is just dormant. Some scientists say that when it erupts, the entire Eurasian plate will be impacted and the Japanese archipelago will sink completely into the trench. For this reason, the prime ministers have also thought about applying for a piece of land from China or Australia to be used as an autonomous region for the government in exile when the country perishes.

However, given the all-round rejection of Japan by these two countries, from government agencies to non-governmental organizations, some people said that if they really went to those two countries, they might be sent to concentration camps. Such a plan was ultimately aborted, and the cabinet instead invested more funds in the land of Brazil, hoping that one day in the future the people of South America would be willing to provide some living space for the desperate Japanese.

At this moment, all of Gen Chisei's senses were heightened to an incredible level by the fiery dragon blood. His hearing when he was concentrating was close to that of the Word Spirit. Kamaitachi could achieve this effect. The towering peak in front of them was crawling quietly, like a giant that was sleeping and waiting to wake up, but the giant had no heartbeat.

Yuan Zhisheng did not hear the flow of the mountain streams in the rock strata, nor the roar of boiling magma. He could only hear the sound of rain and wind, and the shrill screams in the oncoming gale, which sounded like a wild beast grinding its teeth and sucking blood.

Japan has extremely high GPS coverage, especially near Tokyo, where it can even accurately locate within a few meters.

If they can receive the signal but cannot locate themselves, it only means that they are no longer in Tokyo, or that they exist at the intersection of movement and stillness and a certain space.

Apparently, without realizing it, Yuan Zhisheng had led his army into the tomb of his ancestors.

"Did our ancestors build the Night Food Plain near such an active volcano, waiting for the destruction that was bound to come as fate would have it?" he whispered.

"That was many years ago. Perhaps when the Night Food Field was built, the ancient Fuji had not collapsed yet, and the kingdom of God stood between the two peaks." Tachibana Masamune said softly. There is evidence that about 11,000 years ago, a large amount of lava began to erupt from the west side of the top of the ancient Fuji. These lava formed the main body of Mount Fuji today, the new Fuji. After that, the tops of the ancient Fuji and the new Fuji were parallel from east to west. More than 2,000 years ago, the top of the ancient Fuji caused a large-scale landslide due to weathering, and only the top of the new Fuji was left.

The old man was one body length behind Yuan Zhisheng. When he looked up, he could faintly see the spider-web-like cracks on the man's hard facial bones.

It seems that even though he had already prepared to kill his brother, when Fengjian Liuli faced the blade and pierced his heart, Yuan Zhisheng still felt that sadness was spreading throughout his body like a spring oozing out of his heart, as if it was going to extinguish the hot dragon blood.

The exoskeleton covering Yuan Zhisheng's cheek fixed his muscles and nerves, making it impossible for him to make a sad expression, so Yuan Zhisheng broke those bones, and the expression on his face was distant and deep.

"In The Tale of the Bamboo Cutter, it is said that many samurai burned the elixir of immortality on the volcano closest to the sky, so the mountain was named Mount Fuji. Later, it was passed down from mouth to mouth and became today's Mount Fuji." Gen Chisei gently shook the swords, and the two Japanese swords held tightly by the almost crystal clear platinum claws began to hum and tremble, and golden lines extended down along the handles.

In Japanese, the pronunciations of "immortal" and "endless" are close to "Fuji", so Mount Fuji was originally called Immortal Mountain and Endless Mountain.

But today, few people call this dormant giant peak that way anymore.

"The so-called elixir of immortality is actually the holy blood recorded in the Kojiki in the shrine, right? The warriors of the family are ordered by the head of each generation to take the dead members of the family to the crater for burning. The holy blood bestowed by God is returned to the kingdom of God, and the alchemical matrix that has maintained the operation of the kingdom of God to this day is also able to obtain power replenishment and not collapse... Not long ago, the academy attacked our Shiraha Dog Shrine and stole the corpses of the heads of the families. When we subsequently carried out maintenance and repair, we found that all the recorded emperors from hundreds of years ago had only plain hunting robes in their coffins. They never had their corpses buried, and their corpses were all dedicated to the Night Food Field."

Even though the proportion of royal blood in the bloodline of the Eight Snake Families has been diluted to an almost negligible concentration, the snake-like deadpools created in the underground laboratory of Genji Heavy Industries still spared no effort to hunt down the members of the branch in the building the day they escaped from the cage.

For monsters with dragon blood flowing in their bodies, there is nothing in this world that can provide them with the genes needed for evolution better than the descendants of the White King.

The Holy Blood represents the authority of the White King that is passed down to future generations along with genes. It is something that is enough to cause war. For hybrids, it is a violent alchemical reagent. Among thousands or even tens of thousands of people who swallow this reagent, there may be one lucky person who evolves into a new emperor. The lifespan of these people is incredibly long, which is comparable to eternal life in the eyes of the ancients, so they call the Holy Blood the elixir of immortality.

The blood of Amaterasu, the last emperor in history, can even drive the Deadpools crazy, causing them to abandon their easily accessible food and attack him instead.

In this way, it can be inferred that it is not a fantasy that our ancient ancestors used their own blood to irrigate this country of four people.

When Uesugi Koshi left the Snakezaki Hachika, he killed the surviving elders and burned almost all the information in the shrine. Minamoto no Chisei didn't know whether the disaster led to the severance of the inheritance, so that the sacrifice that lasted for thousands of years was completely interrupted in their generation.

Of course, the dilution of the imperial blood was also a reason why the sacrifices had ceased. By this generation, there were probably only three people in the whole of Japan who could be regarded as having the pure blood of the White King's descendants flowing in their bodies. These three people were Minamoto no Chisou, Minamoto no Chime, and Eri. In the dozens or hundreds of years before that, the bloodlines of the upper three families had completely died out, and even the heads of the families were adopted sons from the lower five families.

The Snakezaki clan could no longer find the emperor's body that was still alive, and no one could stop the merging of the Night Food Plain and the real world.

Yuan Zhisheng breathed slowly, and the torrential rain in the sky expanded and contracted. This was because the man's bloodline was close to the blood limit of an ancient dragon, and any action he took would trigger an elemental tide.

This is not a privilege of the king, but historically only princes who can be included in the knighthood can do it.

"The Night Food Plain should have collapsed long ago. The ancient demon should have wreaked havoc on the world thousands of years ago, but our ancestors tried everything to prevent this from happening. Until a certain disaster struck and the family inheritance collapsed, there was no more emperor's corpse to sacrifice to the kingdom of the dead, and today it is finally bordering Tokyo." Gen Chisei slowly used the Spider Cut and the Boy Cut to draw a faint golden arc in the air. The space cut by the knife shattered, and the noise of the world came in from the other side.

Sure enough, this Nibelungen was so fragile that even Yuan Zhisheng could break through it.

But the ancestors could not do this, because they had long been dead, their blood dried up and their skin decayed, only the death metal particles floating in the air from the Nibelung Root replaced their bones, turning them into undead monsters. After using the ancient dragon serum, the source child who was surging on the road of evolution could of course see the elements flowing with the wind, but dead things could not sense these ubiquitous energies.

Both Uesugi Koshi and the Night Watchman were actually wrong. It is true that those wandering in the Night Food Plain are evil spirits, but they are neither Deadpool nor Shikamaru. The real Shikamaru are zombies created using alchemy after being killed like in Takamaga-hara. The real Deadpool is a beast that still has life but whose sanity has completely fallen.

The evil spirits of the Night Food Field are just resurrected corpses, without desires or souls. They fight each other all day long. They have died and resurrected for thousands of years and hate all living things.

The dragon bone state is almost permanent, and Yuan Zhisheng seems to hear the sound of hot blood flowing in his veins.

As he walked on the increasingly rotten asphalt road beneath his feet, he began to smell the odor of metal corrosion that was a bit like blood.

The Nibelungen was always filled with this smell, the Bronze City was like this, and so was Fenrir's doghouse, because it was the smell of death metal. Metal elements were killed and resurrected in the Nibelungen, and so on, and eventually became super metals that could carry the alchemical matrix. Countless alchemy masters throughout history have described the chilling smell in detail when describing the Nibelungen.

Behind them, men in black windbreakers stood silently with guns in hand. Dozens of people dispersed to protect the equipment that was taken from General Wang. As for the holy remains with only the spine left, they were sealed again with liquid nitrogen.

Tachibana Masamune didn't know what Minamoto Chisei wanted to do, but Minamoto Chisei was no longer the boy who grew up alone in the mountains, but the head of the eight families of Snake who shouldered responsibilities, so he didn't ask.

From behind to in front, the old and nearly rotten iron street lamps were extinguished one by one in the heavy rain, and the gray curtain swallowed up the army.

Yuan Zhisheng growled in a suppressed voice, "Come closer to me." Everyone took action to protect the equipment and came behind Yuan Zhisheng.

He did this not to find some security for himself, but to protect these tribesmen.

There should be wandering ghosts everywhere in the Nibelungen. Some of the ghosts may even be ancient emperors who have been made into puppets. It is difficult for the Eight Snake Families today to fight against such monsters.

Suddenly, dense sounds like crying, laughing, panting and groaning were heard in the darkness, evenly distributed in every corner and every inch of space around them, as if the whole world was spying on them in the darkness.

In the middle of the team, a black Lexus roared its engine and slowly came in front of Minamoto Chisei. In the car sat the elders of the Kansai branch. They were still active in the front line of demon slaying during the family's weakest and darkest times. Most of them had already had gray hair and wore white robes with black suits underneath.

Since the rise of the Executive Bureau under the leadership of Inuyama Kaoru, the Kansai branch was finally able to withdraw from the stage of history, and all branch chiefs entered the family's shrines across Japan to meditate, so that many people have forgotten their reputation.

Those old men who look kind today are actually vicious criminals with hot dragon blood flowing in their veins all year round.

The Kanto branch was modeled after the Kansai branch, but the lunatics headed by Akechi Asuya were as weak as babies in front of the old men.

The old man sitting in the driver's seat nodded to Genchisei, but did not look at Tachibana Masamune, whose black clothes fluttered in the wind.

Although Minamoto Chisei did not reveal the news that the real Tachibana Masamune was dead to anyone except Sakura, the Kansai branch has always disrespected the head of the Tachibana family who seemed quite weak in the past. They have more dragon-like half than human-like half in their bodies, so they are more accustomed to thinking with dragon-like thinking, respecting only the strong and despising the weak.

There are probably only two men in the family who are recognized by these people, one is Minamoto Chisei, and the other is the powerful and mysterious head of the Fuma family.

People like Tachibana Masamune who came to power through political maneuvers were regarded by them as opportunistic villains, while Inuyama Kazuo was considered a disgrace by them.

Three Lexuses were parked side by side, the bright beams of their headlights tearing through the darkness like lightning in a dark cloud.

Everyone stopped suddenly, because the beam of light underwent a strange change in the Nibelungen, where the rules of space were unfathomable. Suddenly, it seemed as if every drop of rain was reflecting a glow, and everything around them was gradually lit up, and the darkness was driven away with them as the center.

It was a magnificent and dreamy scene, as if the light was refracted infinitely in this space.

But when the true appearance of Mount Fuji appeared in front of Gen Chisei, he still felt as if an ice needle had pierced his heart and his whole body was chilled to the bone.

It was actually located on the endless sea of ​​ice, with a gray-black sky above its head and a huge black shadow vaguely visible swimming slowly below the ice sea. The black shadow was even larger than the Leviathan whale, with eight long necks at the end of the spine, and it was obviously a monster with eight heads.

The shadow of a huge mountain was reflected on the ice. In the reflection, a white dragon-shaped skeleton was crawling on the top of Mount Fuji, with its wings hanging down as if touching the ice, covering the entire volcano. It was so huge that it reminded people of the Black King Nidhogg that they had seen in an oil painting when they entered Kassel Academy.

"Oh God..." Tachibana Masamune walked forward tremblingly. The old man's face showed confusion and horror, his lips trembling, and his dry gray hair fluttered in the biting cold wind like dead vines tied to a holly tree.

Gen Chisei grabbed the old man, and his high body temperature immediately caused dense blisters on Tachibana Masamune's arms, but the clone did not show any expression of pain at all, and there was only despair in his eyes.

He pulled Tachibana Masamune behind him. The muscles under the dense white scales on his back undulated like mountains. The two rows of scales split on their own, revealing a gathered bone fan inside. The bone fan was slender and rugged, and when it was opened, it turned into a pair of huge dragon-like wings.

The wings, still covered in blood, stretched out, the ferocious back muscles bulged, Yuan Zhisheng exhaled such a long breath, and the sound of his heart roaring in his chest rang loudly in everyone's ears.

The officials of the Executive Bureau seemed to have expected this. No one looked shocked, but everyone's hands holding a gun or a knife were shaking slightly, because the scene before them was so unbelievable.

Yuan Zhisheng had already flapped his wings and slowly rose into the air. In the light and fire, he raised a hand covered with white scales, and the claw blade was crystal clear.

Everyone stopped and looked up at the man embracing the darkness. "We can't go any further. I guess this is not the exit of Night Food Field, but its entrance. We have reached the boundary between reality and illusion." Yuan Zhisheng said softly. The rain was hitting his cheeks. The platinum exoskeleton was healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Everyone was suddenly startled, and they realized that they had been confused by the incredible scenery at the foot of the sacred mountain and ignored what was right in front of them.

It was not until Yuan Zhisheng reminded them that they realized that this road did not lead to Mount Fuji, but to a huge bridge across the mountain. The bridge was an ancient copper color and the surface was rusty.

It crosses the towering mountain peaks. From the reflection of the ice surface, it seems to be traveling on a huge corpse. The two sides of the bridge seem to reflect the shadow of a city. Each piece of ancient brick that makes up the bridge is printed with glass-like light and fire. It is not the mysterious Lexus headlights that illuminate the ice sea and the volcano. That thing probably just triggered the resonance of the alchemical matrix on the bridge, allowing it to reintroduce the light and fire of a certain city into the kingdom of the dead.

Yuan Zhisheng looked up indifferently, and felt that the city was swaying in the rainstorm, like Tokyo after the end of the world. It had been washed by rain for many years and there was no trace of life left.

Compared to other human beings, he saw more because of his excellent bloodline and the evil dragon that wanted to devour everything was awakening in the depths of his soul. Theoretically, when others entered Nibelungen, they fell into purgatory from others, but when he entered Nibelungen, theoretically, he was at most a thief breaking into his master's house.

"There are few living people in the world who can enter the world of the dead. Rushing in rashly will only bring disaster." Minamoto Chisei said. He turned his head to look at the fully armed executive bureau and waved his hand. "Kansai branch, come with me. You return along the original route and then go to Minamoto Heavy Industries to help Yasha guard Kaguya's mainframe."

Up to now, no one believes that God's resurrection was a coincidence, and that many invisible hands were manipulating everything behind the scenes.

For example, the Holy Palace Medical Society, which was composed of dark monarchs, mentioned by the murdered Friedrich.

If they eventually come to the fore, those people will definitely want to seize control of Princess Kaguya to counter EVA's surveillance of Tokyo and even the entire Japan.

In this case, no accidents must happen to Genji Heavy Industries. Minamoto no Chisei even gave Yasha the order to destroy Kaguya's host computer when necessary, even though this action might cause the post-war Snakezaki Eight Clan to completely become vassals of the secret party.

The gathered men in black silently split into two groups. The young faces put away their swords and bowed deeply to Yuan Zhisheng, then silently retreated into the rainstorm and disappeared at the junction of Nibelungen and the real world. The gray-haired old men silently lit up their golden eyes. The rain flowed along the wrinkles on their cheeks, and illuminated by the golden pupil light, it looked like tiny lava.

"I thought there would be a tsunami of zombies rushing out from the depths of a huge cave on Mount Fuji, sweeping and drowning us like a tide, but I didn't expect it to be so quiet." Tachibana Masamune said softly. He raised his head to look at Minamoto Chisei's face. After transforming into a dragon, Minamoto Chisei's height was nearly two meters.

"There is no cave, so this is the entrance." Yuan Zhisheng said, "If we regard the Night Food Plain as a living entity, it doesn't matter if we say this is its esophagus."

"esophagus?"

"The warriors chose to burn the elixir here because the top of Mount Fuji is the closest to the kingdom of God. The holy blood was transformed into fragments of the power of the White King there and returned to Nibelung, supporting this ancient kingdom to continue to operate in a decaying way." Yuan Zhisheng said, "Initially, God only shared a little blood with Izanagi, and our ancestors gave birth to more heirs, using the continuation of blood to complete the incomplete genes in the holy blood. The Night Food Source used this power to continue to exist."

"So there won't be Deadpool here?" Tachibana Masamune frowned. He actually had a long sword on his waist. The name of the sword was Kikuichimonji, a symbol of family inheritance and also a famous sword for slaying demons.

"No branding is needed to enter the intersection of the two worlds. The Night Food Source allows the family's warriors to offer sacrifices, and of course they will not let the Deadpools disturb such a sacred ceremony." Minamoto Chisei said. He had opened the door of a Lexus and got in. Tachibana Masamune also entered from the other side. The two sat side by side. The temperature in the car rose due to Minamoto Chisei's high body temperature.

"But if we go deeper into it, it's not certain. We might face the real Chibei," he said.

The Red Guards were a cavalry unit in the Japanese Warring States Period. They were all dressed in red armor and used three-meter bamboo spears and small iron cannons. They were called "the iron wall in front of Takao's formation." At that time, a considerable number of the elite Red Guards were members of the Snake Hachika clan. They roared around on the battlefield like demons, harvesting the lives of the enemies.

Everyone got into their respective vehicles, the van loaded the equipment, and they drove onto the long bronze-forged bridge, flying over Mount Fuji.

Looking down, Minamoto Chisei could see the distorted reflection of Mount Fuji on the ice, huge creatures swimming by with their long tails swinging, and Tokyo, which was suffering at the moment.

It is extremely chaotic here, yet exudes a solemn beauty. The person who created this space must be both a madman and a genius.

The endless ice surface was like a glass cover covering the entire Tokyo. Gen Chisei was like a god looking down through the clouds. He saw the huge shadow in Tokyo Bay twisting angrily. The tide that had poured into the city slowly receded. Only then did the people in the city have a chance to flee. People in the east drove to the west, while people in the west fled out of the city. Everyone's face was filled with fear and terror, and one could even see their souls trembling beneath their pale skin.

"If we enter the Night Food Field before the God revives, what we will see from here is a Tokyo submerged by the tide." Yuan Zhisheng said softly. The Night Food Field is waking up, and what they see at this time is the distortion phenomenon caused by the collision of two spaces.

But before that, this kingdom of the dead still remained in the time and space of many years ago. The time here was still, but it could still reflect reality, so he would say so. Before the gate was opened, the night food field would always stay on the day when Takamagahara sank into the sea.

Many years ago, Yomiurihara was the shadow of Takamagahara.

At this time, this shadow still retains the memory of Takamagahara, but there is nothing alive in it. There are only hunters who have turned into dry bones, hunting each other forever, and looking up at the sky without light.

After the tide receded, the long stretches of lights relit up on the roads of Tokyo City on the ice. The traffic that survived the flood gathered together again, like a spider web or tributaries of a river, eventually converging into a long, thick river.

Such traffic volume had long exceeded the road's designed carrying capacity, and many important transportation hubs were destroyed in the tide, so everyone was moving slowly. Even the Japanese, who were as precise as gears, fell into chaos in the disaster. In the long stream of traffic, buzzing horns could be heard. At first, only one car was honking its horn, and finally every car began to make a shrill sound, as if the people driving them could vent their fears.

It's really the end of the world. Everyone is running like mad. But if God is resurrected in the end and the Night Food Source is awakened, where can they run to?
Yuan Zhisheng thought of the "day of victory" described in the White King's prophecy.

That day will be the day when the descendants of the White King rule the world. The White Emperor sits on a sedan chair carried by hundreds of people. Her footsteps cross the ocean and Europe, and go to the red plateau at the end of the earth. Servants clad in bronze and gold raise long banners for her that cover the sky. The blood of the enemies splashes on those long banners that reach into the clouds, and it takes three full days to flow into the ground. Wherever she goes, she builds cities with the bones of her enemies as foundations, and all the cities are connected into an indestructible giant wall. From then on, everything south of the giant wall is her imperial capital, and all the conquered tribes are exiled to the north of the giant wall, where they can only wail in the ice and snow, praying that the sun will rise earlier to give them a little warmth.

But the descendants of the White King at that time should have been more noble, should have been pure-blooded... dragons. They were hybrids with human blood mixed in their bodies and would be destroyed by the returning White King. That was her shame, and this shame lasted for several epochs.

The world is so big, there is no place for us to stay.

Suddenly Yuan Zhisheng was stunned because he noticed that the traffic flow in Yinsu District suddenly changed. He looked over and found that all the vehicles in the middle of the road were squeezing to the sides. Even royal-level cars like Rolls-Royce were trying to squeeze themselves out of the road leaving the city, even though the car bodies were deformed and even beyond repair.

Then a whole convoy drove through the cleared passage in an orderly manner but at an unusually fast speed.

"They are children, right? When a species is facing destruction, continuing the genes has always been the best solution for the species." Tachibana Masamune said softly, "In human terms... in the name of love."

"In the name of love..." Yuan Zhisheng murmured in a low voice.

He suddenly laughed out loud.

If it was half a year ago, he didn't even know what he should fight for besides his duties as an emperor. His so-called love would probably only be an empty and weird slogan like "for the greatness of mankind".

But everything has changed today. In this doomsday storm, there is always a faint sound of light breathing echoing in my ears. If Yuan Zhisheng wants to say "love" to someone, he can say it to the girl on the other side of the earphone ten thousand times.

Besides, the girl is pregnant with his child, so this world is worth saving.

"So where are we going?" Tachibana Masamune said, "If there are no Deadpools here who want to break free, then they must have found another exit. Now the most important thing we should do is to find that exit and minimize the impact, right?"

"No, we must completely close the Night Food Source so that it can never be opened again and bury our ancestors." Yuan Zhisheng said.

At this time, the convoy had roared to the highest point of the bridge. After climbing over a long and steep slope, a huge shadow fell down all over the place.

It turned out to be a tall tower!
It was clearly the tall tower that Caesar and Chu Zihang had seen in Jiyuan. Yuan Zhisheng had his own channels to obtain information listed as an S-level top-secret archive by the school board, which contained film and television materials of the tower.

At this moment, standing in the ancient city forged of black iron, it looks more magnificent than when it was in the sea. Its height is nearly twice that of the Tokyo Tower. It is purely cast in metal, and its surface is carved with ancient characters and totems. These patterns form the shape of a dragon, circling the tower to the heights.

In that dark city with a metallic luster, the torrent was roaring and surging, and the white waves were beating against the black iron walls. Every building was as magnificent as the tower, like dense mountains, and the iron spikes decorated on the roofs were pointing to the sky, so sharp that they seemed to cut the sky in half.

"If we continue forward, we will reach the exit of Night Food Plain. According to the geography of ancient Takamagahara, the center of the kingdom of God should be near today's University of Tokyo. If nothing unexpected happens, the head of the Fuma family and the head of the Ryoma family should have appeared at the exit, fighting side by side with the defenders there. This is the core of Nibelungen. Looking down, you can see the top of Mount Fuji. For many years, our ancestors have been offering sacrifices to the Kingdom of the Dead here." Minamoto no Chisei waved his hand. In the heavy rain, the van went to the highest point of the huge viaduct. A dozen men reinstalled the equipment that was originally used to exchange the blood of Minamoto no Chisei and Friedrich.

"Lie down." He ordered Tachibana Masamune coldly.

Looking at the direction the man was pointing, it was actually the medical cabin that was supposed to be used by Friedrich.

"What...what?" Tachibana Masamune showed a trace of surprise on his face.

"My body is about to collapse, but the king cannot close the Night Food Source, let alone destroy it." Yuan Zhisheng took the holy remains sealed with liquid nitrogen from the hands of the old man from the related branch who looked like a priest beside him, and stepped into the medical cabin where Yuan Zhinu was supposed to die. He pressed the quartz cabin containing the holy remains into the groove. Rain fell on his hard cheeks, and the gold in his eyes was like a blazing flame.
"In this world, apart from those world-destroying words that can destroy space, only the commandments can completely stabilize the elements that make up the Nibelung and then destroy its foundation. Originally, this task should have been completed by the Night Watch, but I have observed you for a long time. You have the character of my original father, so perhaps you are the more suitable person."

There was a trace of confusion in Tachibana Masamune's eyes, as well as a deep, undetectable trace of...almost crazy excitement.

"Zhisheng, you know I won't do this!" he said angrily, "You have no right to make such a sacrifice. The whole family can die for you, but you told us that you want to die first!"

"As I said, this is the core of Nibelung. As long as there is a king in the core of the kingdom of the dead who uses the commandments close to the ancient power, Nibelung can be destroyed from the foundation. Moreover, the Holy Relics will only parasitize the Emperor. Parasitism on other people is just exploitation, because only the Emperor's genes are large enough to accommodate God's transformation." Yuan Zhisheng used his brilliant golden eyes to examine his crystal clear hands. The pale scales slowly opened and closed.
"I have also used the serum of the ancient dragon. Compared to the hybrids like the young girl who have been advanced to that level with the evolutionary medicine, I am the most suitable host... But after I am parasitized, will the thing in this body still be me? I doubt it very much, so I decided a long time ago to follow the theory of the king general, that is, to create a new, trustworthy god, and let this god destroy the Night Food Field."

He waved his hands, and the expressionless men held down the struggling Masamune Tachibana and laid him into the medical cabin, then closed the glass cover.

There was a sound of clapping hands coming from the cover, and a mocking look appeared on Yuan Zhisheng's face. He lay down in another medical cabin, and the quartz glass slowly covered him from top to bottom.

"Don't let the things in the Nibelung disturb us during this process." He said softly.

The old men bowed deeply and said nothing.

The dead silence of rain enveloped Yuan Zhisheng's world. In an unknown corner, a folding knife slipped silently into his palm.

It was a weapon of quaint shape, with brass corners rubbed to a shine and the unique pattern of Damascus steel all over the blade, wildly beautiful.

At the same time, hot blood began to flow down from Yuan Zhisheng's wrist. He actually tore off his scales and cut his blood vessels with a knife.

The next second, purple-black blood vessels suddenly expanded from the cut right arm and protruded from the body surface. It seemed as if there was something alive flowing inside, climbing towards the chest like a group of snakes.

At the same time, Yuan Zhisheng felt something cutting open his back and a sharp thorn pierced into his spine.

"I already know that even if I become a ghost more powerful than the emperor, I still can't kill you." The man said softly, with a ferocious anger engraved under his face. "Despicable, insidious, cunning, a hundred times dirtier than the dirtiest thing in the world, but we have to pay so much to kill you. In this case, let the thing you have pursued for so many years kill you, my respected..."

"Dr. Herzog."

The sound of the rainstorm completely overwhelmed all of Yuan Zhisheng's senses. He suddenly felt that he was wandering in a warm sea. That must be his mother's womb. It was so beautiful and safe. It was a pity that he and his daughter were both test-tube babies and had never had a mother...

The whole world suddenly became dead silent, with only the cloaks of the men in black fluttering in the strong wind. (End of this chapter)