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Chapter 320 320. The Fall of God (1)

The entire area of ​​​​Yonoshihara is almost 50% of Honshu Island. Everything is presented according to the opposite of the real world, including of course the sacred mountain in the hearts of the Japanese, Mount Fuji.

However, in this space fabricated out of thin air, it is a truly dead active volcano. It can always show geological activities similar to volcanic eruptions, but there is no real magma gush. Tens of thousands of tons of lava are flowing along the It flows along the mountain, and the area stretching for more than ten kilometers is dyed golden, but the temperature of the magma is not high enough at all.

Just like the dead water in the Nibelungs, the magma is also dead fire. The demons were surprised to see that the magma was submerged up to their legs, but they could still wade through it. The only problem is that the texture of this thing is also sticky. It seems that everyone is soaked in the lava-colored jelly sea, and it is difficult to walk. Every time, it takes a long time to pull out the legs, lift them up and put them down again.

The crater of Mount Fuji in the Nibelungen is the same as the real crater, with an altitude of about 3,700 meters and a diameter of about 800 meters. You even have to take some protection when you come to a place like this, because the temperature drops drastically.

There are members of the Fierce Ghosts all around the crater. Everyone is wearing protective clothing and working hard. Twelve streams of water from twelve water pumps are poured into the crater. The water is as red as blood. Several helicopters are circling in the sky, with spotlights. Shoot out a white beam of light to patrol the surrounding area. The forest below the mountain is dotted with light and dark sentries, and guards with guns are closely monitoring it to prevent anyone who threatens the awakening of God from approaching. Checkpoints are arranged on the road leading to the mountain, and each checkpoint has a squad of firepower configuration.

Inside the crater is the dead lava in the Nibelung. After losing its high-temperature properties, people can easily stand in this position and watch it up close, which feels like a fairy tale reappearing. The chemical reagents stored in those water pump machines are all chemical reagents developed by Herzog. The main raw materials are serum extracted from Deadpool's body, plus Herzog's own secret preparation.

The depth of Mount Fuji's crater is about 200 meters. Judging from the current use, the number of Deadpools that Herzog has cultivated and killed over the years is in the tens of thousands. The total number is basically an army. With this scale The group of deadpools is enough to directly destroy the eight Sheqi families. But most of this Deadpool army died in the hands of their own people, including the execution bureau of the Sheqi Eight Families. Every time Minamoto Chisheng killed Deadpool, the serum he took would be transferred to Herzog by Tachibana Masamune.

These dead warriors are actually sacrifices. Only a small part of the medicine extracted from them is actually used on the fierce ghosts. The rest are basically hoarded to open the road to hell when the Tomb of God appears. .

A large amount of chemical reagents were injected into the crater and mixed with the lava inside. The level of the liquid gradually began to rise, and more and more bubbles emerged from it, like a boiling cauldron. Everyone vaguely heard some kind of sound, which did not come from the crater, but seemed to appear directly in their bodies. The black shadow that had been silent for countless years outlined in her mind the shadow of her staring at everyone, a pair of The golden eyes opened quietly while standing out of sight.

"Did you hear that?" Herzog and Masamune Tachibana were sitting on the same helicopter, and they were overlooking the scene in the crater.

"This can't be said to be just listening. I just feel that King Bai is even living behind me." Tachibana Masamune's hair stood on end. Even though he knew there was nothing there, he still looked back to feel relieved, but it felt like there was someone behind him. The feeling of looking down at oneself from such a high place is really unsettling, as if he is just an insect. A humble insect will be stepped on without even having the qualifications to see the emperor clearly.

This is the first time I have felt this way. According to the pedigree rating of Cassel College, he would even be above Chu Zihang. I am afraid that no one among the current fierce ghosts can challenge him.

Masamune Tachibana knew very well that this was the result of years of infiltration of Herzog's drugs, which had broken through the limitations of genes. There are many people in the fierce ghost community who take this drug, and everyone has improved to varying degrees, but this is the limit. Even Tachibana Masamune can feel the existence of that ethereal barrier, which is the existence of bloodline Things in their genes, if they don't cross that threshold, they will always be just humans and will never be able to become a member of the dragon clan.

Now the most capable members of the Fierce Ghosts gathered around Mount Fuji, watching the scene happening in the crater, their eyes under the goggles glowing with excitement and blood. This is the reward they have been pursuing for many years. The road to the underworld has truly opened the first door in front of them. Under the magma is what they really want. There are even people who can't help but want to jump. Go down and be held by a sane partner beside you.

Like Tachibana Masamune, they had the same feeling of being watched by someone, but they were not as afraid as Tachibana Masamune. As the surface of the magma gradually rose and got closer and closer to the crater, the stronger the feeling became. Their hearts were surging, and they couldn't help but be enthusiastic about each other. The Japanese "Ganba dada cheers" spread like a plague among the crowd. Everyone put on various exaggerated postures to cheer up the things inside. Everyone wanted to get there early. See the real God.

"This is a call from the bloodline." Herzog held a glass of red wine as rich as blood. "Watching their carnival, it really makes people feel like they want to jump and dance together to congratulate them, but it's a pity that I can't hear it."

"Can't you hear?" Masamune Tachibana was stunned. It was Herzog who first asked him if he could hear. However, Herzog himself did not feel this way.

"Because the dragon fetal blood that allowed me to obtain dragon genes came from the King of Ocean and Water. The four great monarchs are all descendants of the Black King, so technically I am too. But you are different from the people below. You were originally born in Japan. , the bloodline in her body comes from the White King. She has woken up and is calling her descendants. Of course, only people with her bloodline can hear it. Look there."

Herzog stretched his hand out of the helicopter. Under the strong light of the spotlight, he could vaguely see countless black shadows running towards the checkpoint at the foot of the mountain. They were moving very fast, like elongated snake shadows. The sentry reacted immediately, and the machine gun spit out a dense network of firepower directed at the black shadow. The first black shadow broke into the light of the sentry, and only the men in the demon group saw clearly that it was Deadpool, Steel Teeth in the Food of the Night. Like fangs bit open his neck in an instant, followed by an army of dead waiters.

"It's really like the coming of all nations." Tachibana Masamune said, "I'm afraid that all the dead servants of the Night Food Plain will flock here, right? I originally thought that the eight Sheqi families had no room to fight back in this situation. Damn it. The security arrangement was redundant, but now it seems I was wrong.”

"No, you are still wrong." Herzog smiled, "After so many years of devouring each other, the deadpools in the Night Food Plain have amazing bloodlines and ferocity. The people of the Fierce Ghosts alone cannot It may be possible to stop them, but I didn’t even think about asking them to stop these Deadpools, just to let them be eaten at this time. In this way, there will be fewer people sharing God’s inheritance with us.”

"As expected of you." Masamune Tachibana showed an understanding smile. Herzog is such a person, otherwise they would not have been inseparable for so many years. It was not until the appearance of Kassel College that they finally came together. "But there are still so many people around the crater."

"There won't be any anymore." Herzog drank up the red wine in the glass, threw the glass out of the helicopter, and raised the helicopter's flight altitude.

Millions of bubbles surged on the surface of the lava layer. Violent vibrations came from the center of the mountain. Eight long snake-shaped tails burst out of the surface from different directions. Each long tail was linked to the same direction. It's Mount Fuji. It's as if this majestic holy mountain has grown eight legs at this moment, and it wants to escape when it senses danger.

The ground cracked instantly, and everyone in the crater was thrown to the ground. From the perspective of the helicopter, Mount Fuji was collapsing. The astonishing cracks expanded to dozens or even hundreds of meters in one or two breaths. The entire mountain was A split of this magnitude separates like peeling garlic.

The machines brought by the fierce ghosts and themselves were swallowed by the cracks in such a shock. Those who survived used walkie-talkies to communicate with the helicopters in the sky, hoping that they could take the risk to rescue themselves, but no one responded. From the magma, White threads emerged from the middle and grabbed his ankles, pulling him into the magma.

No one knows what happened down there, whether they drowned or fell to death. Those who are not dead can hear the loud chewing sound, and every sound of bones interlacing is deafening. God is there, and it is eating.

At the end of the world, everyone is running for their lives, but no one can escape. They were all deceived by Herzog. The chemical reagents poured into the crater were indeed used to awaken the White King and provide it with nutrients. . But that thing would also hurt the White King, anger her, and cause her to break out of her cocoon in an incomplete state, eager to seek more food. The fierce ghosts around her would be the first batch of unlucky ones because of their bloodline. Even if someone is lucky enough to survive the landslide, the White King will not let them go. The white mycelial threads roll the corpses of the fierce ghosts out of the cracks and drag them into the magma to feed, which reminds people of the broodmother spider.

Most of the roads up the mountain no longer exist, and the Deadpools are still charging towards the crater fearlessly. White filaments grow from the cracks in the mountain, contaminating the soil and trees, forming a huge predatory net, one by one. Devour this army of deadpools.

The Deadpool in the Food of the Night was originally the food prepared by the White King for his awakening. Over the years, the Sheqi family has continued to bring in the Deadpool's corpse to increase the quantity and quality. The Newborn King is in urgent need of nutrition. She once came from The price for escaping from the Black King's wrath is that he has to deliberately deceive humans to extend his life.

The white mycelium even shot out into the air, and even the helicopter in the sky refused to let go. The fierce ghosts controlling the helicopter never expected to be attacked at such a height. The entire wing was entangled with the mycelium and struggled helplessly. Quickly brought into the crater, only the one controlled by Herzog raised its height in advance, and the mycelium's range was not enough to reach their delicious food.

"What an insatiable and ugly thing!" Herzog said disdainfully. Both he and Herzog could see the White King's true face from the sky, and part of her true face had emerged from the lava.

The legendary Yamata no Orochi has no beauty and majesty at all. The main body of the eight long tails is simply a greedy mouth with sharp teeth like spear clusters. Instead, there is one head on each of the eight tails, but because It was too long and too big to be seen. The body of this giant creature is already comparable to the entire Nibelung, so it is buried underground. Its extreme weight makes it completely unable to move. When it is not fully grown, it is nothing more than a pile of creatures that can only lie on the ground and eat. It is no different from a beast with low IQ.

"It's very different from the god I imagined." Tachibana Masamune was also disgusted by the appearance of this thing, especially when she ate, it made a sound like a ghost chewing, which made people very uncomfortable, "Such a big thing , how do you capture its power?"

"Things that don't move are just targets. Just kill them. I have weapons to deal with them, but it's not the time yet."

Tachibana Masamune and Herzog drew their guns at the same time, pointing at each other's heads, and the helicopter automatically entered an unmanned state.

This was supposed to be a moment of hostility, but both of them laughed in unison, because when they boarded the plane, they both saw the firearms carried by each other. This could of course be said to be for self-defense, but they both knew the real purpose - that was Bullets used to shoot at opponents.

The White King has appeared, and he is just a mentally retarded child who was poisoned and disabled by drugs. He can't even move independently. Stealing her power will become very simple.

But before that, the final obstacle must be cleared. In fact, Herzog has made it very clear just now. He will not share the inheritance of God equally with others. The dead ghosts are the best proof. . Tachibana Masamune thought the same way. We were all greedy careerists, and no one planned to let the other live to the end.

"We still have to get this far." Herzog lamented.

"Yeah, but it's not surprising. Aren't we all like this over the years? Sometimes we are enemies, sometimes we are friends. We are driven by interests and are always on guard against each other." Tachibana Masamune shrugged his shoulders without a gun.

"I should have chosen a partner who was easy to control back then. People like you are too cunning. You are eating my food and want to take the pot away from me."

"It doesn't matter, I will fry you a pot of vegetables with the White King's dragon meat and cook a hot soup with the bones on your grave, every year to commemorate our lost friendship, so you don't have to worry about yourself What you have worked hard for your whole life has been fed to others.”