Starting from the Dragon Tribe

Yes, Yuan Zhisheng now understands that many people don't actually need to die.

Without the existence of these three brothers and sisters, there would be no ambition for the king. How many people died in this cruel underworld war?

And they are still alive and well because someone thinks they still have value.

Their lives are stepped on countless corpses, so their sins are as heavy as mountains, and they should go to hell after death.

He looked at Kazama Liuli talking to himself in front of him and felt a little emotional. If he hadn't known something, he would have come to see his brother today... and go to hell together.

"Brother, do you still remember that time we went to see the meteor shower? We climbed the mountain for several hours..."

Kazama Liuli was pressed in place, seemingly feeling nothing and still talking to herself.

"...We didn't see the Leonid meteor shower in the end, but I still remember the taste of plum rice..."

The silent Yuan Zhisheng finally spoke, "Stop talking."

Fengjian Liuli stopped narrating the past, and the rain fell from the corners of his eyes. He didn't know if there were tears in it. He smiled and said: "This world is always like this. One person wants to say something, but the other person doesn't want to hear it."

After saying that, he lowered his body slightly and said, "Then I will tell my brother slowly later..."

As the words fell, the rain curtain was cut open by the airflow again, and Yuan's childish figure soared out, breaking countless trees. Amidst the sparks of the swords clashing, he just gazed lightly into his brother's eyes.

Under Fengjian Liuli's frenzied offensive, his limbs burst into blood. Amidst the thunder and rain, he could hear the other party's wild laughter, "...After my brother became a qualified quiet listener, I slowly... Let me tell you!"

Yuan Zhisheng just resisted the attack "with difficulty", and the wounds on his body continued to increase, but he didn't say a word.

"Brother, you are much stronger than last time I saw you, but you are still too weak."

"Brother, it seems that all your men have rebelled."

"Brother, it seems they are about to capture that thing."

"Brother, brother, brother, brother..."

At the end, every time Feng Jian Liuli made a slash, he shouted those two words crazily, but the expression on his face did not have any warmth at all between brothers, but was endlessly ferocious, like the evil ghosts of hell.

He is indeed an evil ghost, a very evil ghost, a ghost who comes to take revenge on his brother!

On the other side, near the True Red Well, a group of Fierce Ghost members and people from the Kanto branch surrounded the Yamata no Orochi and attacked.

This Yamata-no-Orochi, which was bred from the sacred corpse, perfectly explained what it means to be a centipede that is dead but not stiff.

Although it was a bit unsatisfactory in front of the extremely evolved Kazama Ruri, facing ordinary hybrids, even with only one head left, they still had an advantage.

He is the body that has mastered the power of the white emperor. Water flow, thunder, and strong wind surround him, and many words and spirits are released to crush these weak insects to death.

He couldn't defeat the crazy young man, just because the other party was too fast. Ordinary speech spirits couldn't catch up with the other party's footsteps, and the power was not fatal enough.

But against these ordinary hybrids, he seemed to be able to throw them with ease. Even after killing them, he devoured a lot of flesh and blood. The wounds on his body were gradually healing, and new flesh bags were bulging, ready to grow new heads.

The members of the Fierce Ghosts reversed their previous cowardice and now rushed forward desperately. The Yamata-no-Orochi, which had just completed its form, seemed invincible, so they could only hide behind Kazama Ruri.

But now Yamata no Orochi only has one head left, they have a chance!

About ten minutes later, Yamata no Orochi's last head gasped and fell to the ground. It seemed that he had exhausted all the power of this body.

And in front of Him were corpses strewn all over the ground.

The once arrogant and arrogant Akechi Asaya was pierced by a water arrow in the chest, looking at the sky with empty eyes.

Yingxiu's short blade was stuck in his neck, blocked by the sudden appearance of the Dustless Land.

The only survivor of the Kanto branch is the famous slut Xiaomi. She once successfully seduced all the men in the Kanto branch except Akechi Asuya. However, it is obvious that Yamata no Orochi is not interested in women, and her skills in seducing men cannot save her. life.

At this time, she was struck by the blood-sucking sickle, and her abdomen was bleeding heavily. Without timely treatment, there was a high probability that she would not survive today.

A strong wind came from the east, and white shadows pressed against the black shadows across the muddy ground, bringing up a dark red water curtain. The water curtain covered the little girl's pale face. Under the violent collision, she looked like a rag doll. After being knocked into the tree, her once enchanting and beautiful figure became distorted.

Her skills may be useful to some men, but in the eyes of the two men still alive on the battlefield, they only have each other at this time.

boom--

The gravel splashed down, and Yuan Zhisheng was pressed against the raised wall of the True Red Well by Fengjian Liuli. Fengjian Liuli's pupils seemed to have mandala patterns rotating, while Yuan Zhisheng's eyes were as silent as a mountain. .

…………

At the Peninsula Hotel in Tokyo, a man wearing a suit and a Noh mask walked through the automatic doors.

The people taking refuge in the hall all looked at the man in surprise and uncertainty, because this guy clearly looked like a "suspicious person".

But the masked man didn't talk to anyone. He ignored the waitress who came towards him and walked to the elevator with brisk steps, humming some old song.

"I" am indeed in a good mood now, or rather, it's extremely good.

After so many years of hard work, it’s finally time for “myself” to reap the results today.

It's a pity that he still can't realize the pleasure of "himself". "himself" is always extremely cautious in doing things and will not let "himself" get involved in anything risky.

Kazama Ruri regards him as an immortal ghost, an evil spirit from hell, but in fact many things are not as complicated as outsiders think.

Dr. Herzog is just a weak hybrid. In terms of bloodline, he may not be even B-level at Kassel College, but his speaking spirit is very special, weak and special.

Yan Ling. Dream maker.

Yan Ling has not been recorded by the secret party, but "I" analyzed that it may be the subordinate of Yan Ling, my beloved toy. This fate-like coincidence makes "I" particularly fond of this toy.

Although he is clearly superior to "himself" in blood and spirit, he still has to dance like a puppet under the giant web woven by "himself" to make "himself" feel even more happy.

The function of this word spirit is also very simple. After use, it can affect the dreams and consciousness of the target to a minimum extent. This minimum limit is really very low.

For example, if "self" is used on a normal person, it can only guide the other person to have spring dreams tonight. It cannot even specify the target, let alone the details.

Because people's subconscious will resist external invasion of consciousness, even ordinary people's spirits are surprisingly strong in this regard. It is impossible to brainwash the other party through this.

But he "himself" is a genius, and genius always makes the impossible possible.

The human subconscious spirit is indeed very strong, and only the spirit of the dream tapir can forcibly penetrate and violently modify it. The dreamer cannot do it, but it is only limited to ordinary people.

What if the person Yan Ling uses is not a human being at all? Or are they people who have no consciousness in the first place?

Yes, Herzog, who is proficient in genetic technology, used cloning technology to create many of his own bodies.

Since they are mass-produced things and have no consciousness, Herzog can freely use dragon gene evolution technology on these bodies, so each of his bodies is as powerful as a monster.

It is so powerful that Herzog is often dissatisfied with his No. 2 toy. As the heir of the royal blood, its comprehensive capabilities are not as good as those of his mass-produced clones.

These clones have no self-awareness, and "you" can use the Dream Maker to instill character and "responsibilities" in them. They appear to others as greedy ghouls and unscrupulous people, but in fact the clones are all The core quality that is considered excellent is absolute loyalty to "oneself", and the external performance is just preset, saying whatever you say to whomever you want.

After all, safety is the first priority, and "I" don't want to be usurped by clones.

To put it simply, this process is somewhat like programming a blank computer. The underlying commands are absolute and the external performance is packaged.

To do all this is a huge project. Cloning is not valuable, but the process of shaping a "king general" is indeed arduous.

Therefore, Toy No. 1 has killed "themselves" clones several times, and "themselves" are not really indifferent. "They" are calm and unpredictable in front of the toys, but "themselves" are furious.

Some people think that "themselves" just have a lot of shadow dancers. "Themselves" are happy for others to think so, but "themselves" despise those ignorant people in their hearts.

Shadow? What kind of low-end stuff is that?

Every incarnation of "myself" is carefully customized, so there are never any flaws.

Moreover, the king general can appear in multiple places at the same time, just like a real ghost.

"I" had a piece of cologne's fetal blood, which I originally wanted to use for Toy No. 2 under certain circumstances to make the drama more exciting. Anyway, the value of the two toys should have been drained by then.

"I" have always admired the ancient Eastern culture. Many of the words in it make sense. As the saying goes, plans cannot keep up with changes.

Because of the appearance of the young man named Lu Chen and the farce at Mount Fuji last time, "one's own" layout was disrupted a lot.

"I" wanted to wait for a while for God to appear, but that damn boy actually wanted to take away "my" No. 3 toy!

"I" may not care about toys No. 1 and 2, but Toy No. 3 is "myself"'s best masterpiece, and it is also the container needed for "myself" to evolve.

Plans must be started in advance and modified.

A reckless man is just a reckless man after all. The silly boy who was carried away by love eventually went to sea. Everything was in his "own" plan.

Now that Tokyo is shrouded in an elemental storm, the main force of the Sheqi Eight Families and the warships of the secret party are busy dealing with the corpse guards at sea. The most terrifying Lu Chen has also been buried at the bottom of the sea.

No one can block his way now. As long as he brings Toy No. 3 to his destination, "he" can ascend the white throne.

He looked at the watch on his wrist and calculated the time. "He" should be almost at the True Red Well. Yamata-no-Orochi was already dying. "He" could control toys No. 1 and 2 at will. When Toy No. 3 was in place, "He" could control it at will. You can start to evolve "by yourself".

The clone is not completely thoughtless. At least he feels a little excited at this time. If "he" hadn't been cautious, he would not have allowed the clone to carry any communication device that could contact "himself" to prevent the clone from being captured after something happened. If a person follows the clues, he must synchronize his mood with "himself".

He also has no doubt that "he" certainly does not need to supervise his actions, nor does he need to worry about their plans being interrupted, because the eight Sheqi families, including the secret party commissioners currently stationed in Tokyo, are extremely weak. Will not be his opponent.

Just as he thought before, no one can stand between him and "himself".

"I" originally wanted to pick up Toy No. 3 in person and taste some desserts on the way, but "I" had been holding back for many years. The thought that this was the lover of the boy who was as powerful as a ghost made "I" excited. Can't control myself.

But in the end, "I" suppressed my eagerness to move, and I will be cautious to the end. These things can wait until evolution.

What if Toy No. 3 kills "himself" before "himself" rings the clapper? "Self" is very fragile and cannot take risks.

He is different, stronger and able to complete this mission.

He swiped the card he had prepared, pressed the button on the top floor, and hummed a pleasant tune.

Stepping out of the elevator and stepping on the soft carpet, I almost jumped.

Oh, maybe he's not really happy. After all, he doesn't have an emotional "system". He's just set up to be happy in situations like these. Well... maybe it's more "self" to consider this... style? Just like the "him" who was killed in the Rock Flow Research Institute.

He walked to the door of the presidential suite, swiped the card, and the door opened.

Holding the clapper in his hand, he immediately started banging rhythmically as soon as he saw Toy No. 3.

Toy No. 3 was stunned when he heard the banging sound and showed no intention to resist.

Great, let's move on to the second track, which controls Toy Three's mind with fearful fantasies, and then the third track, which completely controls Toy Three.

He walked up to Toy No. 3 and banged the clapper in an orderly manner. Everything went smoothly. No one would come here at this time, and there was no force that could stop his body...

His hand stopped tapping the clapper because he could no longer knock it. An old hand grabbed his arm tightly like a hydraulic machine.

He turned his head slightly confused and saw a strange old man with a ramen chef's turban on his head.

An old man selling ramen?

This is not on the list of targets he should be wary of. When did Japan have such a strong man?

He released the clapper with his right hand, swung his arm with at least ten tons of strength, and struck the ramen chef in the face with a straight punch.

Snapped--

The old master easily grabbed his fist, and he looked at the old master with dazzling golden eyes that he had never seen before, like a real emperor.

"You just want to touch my daughter?"

Uesugoshi's deep voice suppressed the volcano that was about to erupt.

Wang Jiang's masked face twitched, which was a natural reaction of his body caused by severe pain. He shouldn't have understood the emotion of panic, but at this moment, he suddenly seemed to understand.

His right fist made a tooth-piercing sound, which was like the bones being crushed. His left arm was clenched until it was only two centimeters in diameter. The dragon scales on his body cracked and the keel bones were broken. In the old man's anger, he This body that has been genetically modified to the extreme is as weak as a toy.

Uesugoshi grabbed Wangshang and walked a few steps toward the open area. Guo's strict dragon text sounded, and the volcano really erupted.

No, what was in front of him was a high temperature far exceeding that of a volcanic eruption.

That was the great black sun.