Starting from the Dragon Tribe

Lu Chen picked up the laziness and jealousy hidden by the corpse from the ground, walked to the Yamata no Orochi, and looked at the lingering carcass.

The remaining head of Yamata no Orochi felt someone standing in front of him and opened his huge snake eyes. Although his golden pupils were weak, they still had strong penetrating power in the wind and rain.

He subconsciously wanted to use the spirit of speech to kill this hybrid who dared to offend Him.

But he paused again. He looked at the young man standing in front of him and looked into that pair of more dazzling red-gold eyes. He felt the king-like momentum, which seemed to directly crush him.

No... this young man's bloodline is not that high, but his aura is comparable to that of a king, or even more vicious than a king!

Like the ultimate warrior who emerged from the sea of ​​​​blood from the corpse mountain, he once passed through thousands of armies and beheaded kings. Therefore, the young man was not a king, but the momentum on his body was like a dark tsunami that was about to land, swallowing the sky and the earth!

"It's so boring."

Lu Chen sheathed his sword and the huge snake head rolled to the ground.

Everything about this trip to Japan was perfect, except in terms of combat.

He originally thought that the remains of the White King should be at the level of the first-generation species, but he did not expect that they were so weak that they were not even as good as the second-generation species.

He checked the menu of the origin space and frowned. He only received the origin coins. It seemed that the remains of the White King were indeed not equal to Yamata no Orochi.

Judging from what Herzog said before, the remains of the White King should still be in Yamata no Orochi's body.

What could it be?

The next moment, the rain curtain temporarily stagnated around him, and the violent wind was split by the silver sword light, and then reversed its direction violently, rushing towards the sky with a harsh sonic boom. There was only the floating blood mist in the air. And countless amounts of minced meat.

Lu Chen wasn't that interested, so he stopped thinking about it.

With the reward in hand, he waved his sword with confidence, and blood rain poured down after turning around. The blood mist was blown to the sky by the strong wind, and was washed away by the heavy rain.

Then he walked back to Eri Yi and straightened the black umbrella that was a little crooked by the wind.

"Godzilla...brother, what are they doing?"

Eriki saw the movement on the other side through her peripheral vision and asked curiously. She was extra bold today and completely gave up speaking in a notebook.

Because she... wanted Godzilla to hear her voice. In the storm, she felt that words could not convey her... longing.

Lu Chen didn't know how to explain it for a while. In the end, he just said tactfully: "They are attending the funeral of the elders."

Eriki nodded, looking straight ahead, no longer paying attention to that direction, because Godzilla had just asked her to look in this direction, and she had always been very obedient.

As for what her brother and the others were doing, she didn't care that much, as long as Godzilla was around.

Her soft and cool little hand was wrapped in a fiery warmth, which added a bit of color to the girl's face. The warmth spread from the intersection of her five fingers to her heart.

In the mud not far away, Herzog's head was stepped on by Uesugoshi in the mud, and his body twisted and fluttered crazily. However, as weak as a clown, he was like an insect in front of the intact emperor.

"Let him go first."

Yuan Zhisheng sighed.

Uesugoshi looked at his eldest son with some confusion, "Children?"

Minamoto didn't even look at Herzog, who was struggling to lift his head from the muddy water on the ground. Instead, he looked at Uesugoshi, looking at the old man after taking off his mask.

Today Uesugi was wearing a suit with a murderous look on his face. He could no longer tell that he was a ramen chef. His anger made him turn back into the mafia supreme leader he once was. But at this time, facing the gaze of his eldest son, his The momentum gradually weakened again, and I felt uneasy inside.

Yuan Zhisheng opened his mouth several times, but hesitated. Finally, he shifted his gaze and looked at Herzog, who was crawling on the ground and trying to escape.

He looked at the familiar face, sighed, took out the spider chip, and stopped in front of Herzog.

"Childish, childish, it's me!"

Herzog propped himself up on his elbow and stretched forward, and his other still intact hand frantically grabbed Yuan Zhisheng's trouser leg. He raised his head with a flattering smile, and the muddy water slid down the old face, making it look ugly. ferocious.

"Dad."

Yuan Zhisheng spoke calmly.

Herzog nodded quickly, with a look of hope in his eyes, "Yes, yes, it's me, I'm your dad. These people are all members of the Fierce Ghosts. Lu Chen is also in cahoots with the Fierce Ghosts. Hurry up and bring him with you." Let me go!"

He remembered that Yuan Zhisheng had not heard his confession. Maybe he could still escape with his sweet words?

However, the next moment, he screamed again, and the spider pierced the hand that was holding Yuan Zhi's leg.

Under the wash of the rain, Yuan Zhisheng's bangs drooped down, covering his golden eyes, making it difficult to see clearly what he was looking at at this time. Only Herzog looked up from below and could vaguely see what was in his eyes. Such indifference...indifferent anger.

"I trust you so much."

Yuan Zhisheng looked up at the sky.

"I trust you so much."

He repeated it again in a low voice, but anyone could see his suppressed anger, and even the hand holding the knife was trembling.

"Do you know? I once made you..."

Yuan Zhisheng lowered his head and looked at Herzog, "...as a real father."

"Zhisheng, dad, I love you too."

Herzog had a twisted smile on his face because of the pain.

"ah--"

As Herzog screamed in pain, half of his palm was cut off by the spider.

"How could you, how could you! Have you forgotten who brought you out of the countryside and gave you the status you have today!?"

The king roared ferociously, and his palm was cut off. He rolled in the mud in pain, and the blood smeared in the mud, like an ink painting painted by a clown.

However, he could no longer roll so smoothly in the next moment, because a long cherry-red knife penetrated his thigh and pinned him firmly to the ground. It was Yuan Zhennu who took action.

This once innocent and kind mountain boy had a ferocious expression on his face, and a pair of dazzling golden eyes. If he hadn't known that Kazama Liuli had disappeared, Herzog would have even thought that the extremely evil ghost had returned.

But Kazama Ruri didn't come back, and it was only Yuan Jingnu who took action. He was the one who hated Herzog the most, because Herzog ruined everything for him!

Because of hatred and anger, this young man in the mountains finally abandoned his cowardice and innocence. He just wanted to use the long knife in his hand to cut this ugly ghoul under him like a maggot... with a thousand cuts!

Uesugoshi watched this scene in silence. As a father, he was also very angry. He also wanted to crush Herzog's bones one by one.

But he knew that there was no place for him in this execution ground. The people most qualified to deal with Herzog were his two sons. He only had to watch.

Herzog was crying on the ground in pain. He knew that he could no longer deceive Yuan Zhisheng, so he changed his strategy and begged for mercy.

"Please, let me go. As long as you let me go, I can give you all my research results. That is wealth that even the secret party has never owned!"

He had a twisted smile on his face, "That is the way to get close to the pure-blood dragon clan, it is the hope of human evolution, and it is the greatest work of genetics!"

Yuan Zhisheng stepped on Herzog's face and kicked him into the mud again, "I don't want to see this face again."

The next moment, just after Herzog raised his head, a long cherry-red knife passed by, and his nose fell to the ground.

"Do you like changing faces?"

The girl squatted down and looked at the crying Herzog.

Before Herzog could answer, the wind of the knife rose again, and half of his face with flesh on it fell into the muddy water.

"Ah - I'm going to kill you!"

Herzog almost fainted from the pain, but Uesugi took out an injection that Lu Chen had given him before and injected it into his body. It was adrenaline mixed with alchemy. It not only "refreshed the mind" It also speeds up body healing.

The cherry-red arc flashed, and the other half of his dirty face was peeled off. Herzog showed a ferocious smile again: "Are you angry enough? You will get nothing if you kill me. I am willing Keep working for the Sheqi family, I am the most outstanding scientist, you will need me."

Yuan Zhisheng kicked the bloody face, "You seem to have misunderstood something."

He walked towards Herzog who fell into the muddy water, thinking about the young people who died in the underworld wars over the years, thinking about the girls who were killed by Kazama Ruri under the control of the other party, thinking about how he cut the spider into pieces. The scene where he stabbed his younger brother in the chest... I recalled that he clearly trusted the other person as his biological father, but yet he was played like a puppet on strings.

The source of all tragedies lies in this ugly ghoul in front of me...

"Now that the war is over and God is dead, we want nothing."

Yuan Zhisheng said calmly, stepping on the back of the king's neck, and Yuan Zhisheng stood beside him, saying almost in unison, "We just want... to let you die."

Yuan Jingnu continued to swing the knife, and one of her ears fell into the muddy water, "...he died more miserably."

Herzog flopped in the muddy water like a fish in a frying pan. He didn't want to die so much that he even suspected that it was a nightmare.

I am Herzog, the man who dominates the eight Sheqi families and the fierce ghosts, the man who plays with the emperor in the palm of his hand, the man whose thinking is closest to that of the dragons in the world!

How could I be trampled underfoot by these despicable toys?

"ah--"

However, the pain brought him back to reality again. His voice was the dreamer, and he knew this was not a dream.

The girl squatted in front of Herzog, who could no longer see the human form. He put his hand on the king's eyes and fixed the other's head with his other hand.

"No...no, don't!"

Herzog howled in horror. Through his remaining sight, he saw unprecedented ferocity in the eyes of the once cowardly mountain boy. He hated a person to the core, and his eyes were full of bloody murder.

"ah--"

His two eyes were violently squeezed out. He wailed, suffered, and repented, but it was all in vain.

He has been aloof in this cruel feast. As Shakespeare said in his works, cruel joy will eventually end in cruelty.

His joy no longer existed, he became the one being brutally ruled, and he could only scream in fear.

Minamoto walked to Herzog dragging a giant net made of nanotechnology that was used to capture the Yamata no Orochi.

Herzog could no longer see at this time, but his remaining hearing power still heard the sound of grinding on the ground, which made him crawl on the ground like maggots in horror.

"As the head of the eight Sheqi families, you colluded with the fierce ghosts and harmed countless clan members. This is a rebellion."

Yuan Zhisheng narrated calmly, "Your crimes are too numerous to describe. Playing with people's hearts and lives is a cruel and inhumane crime."

He knelt down and looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar clown, "The family's punishment is still too light. Besides, you don't have fingers to cut off now. A death like seppuku is too honorable and you don't deserve it."

His voice was cold, but his eyes looked towards the rain curtain, "I think about it, Brother Lu helped us avoid this tragedy, so we should just follow the traditions of his hometown."

As he spoke, he spread the giant net over Herzog, and Yuan Zhennu grabbed the other end telepathically. The two of them pulled and pulled, and Herzog was tied up like a pig.

"What...do you want to do?"

Herzog asked tremblingly. His consciousness was somewhat unclear due to the severe pain, but he still did not give up the desire to survive.

"Did you know that in the ancient Eastern countries, there was a kind of punishment that would be used when people committed three major crimes, and in my opinion, you have already taken advantage of them all."

Yuan Zhisheng lifted the spider cutter and waved it in the air. As soon as Herzog opened his mouth, a line of blood spurted out, along with the ugly tongue.

Yuan Zhimu answered: "You should be executed by Lingchi."

Yuan Zhisheng glanced at his younger brother in surprise, and Yuan Zhisheng smiled implicitly, "I have also learned a lot about Eastern culture because of my drama studies over the years."

Yuan Zhisheng smiled, and the boy An Gang cut through the big net. A small piece of flesh and blood rose up from his tuxedo, and the blood droplets disappeared under the wash of the gradually smaller rainwater.

"The first cut."

Accompanied by Herzog's painful whimpering, Yuan Zhisheng said calmly.

After about half an hour, Yuan Zhisheng and Yuan Zhisheng threw the knives in their hands on the ground. They felt a little tired.

At first Herzog whimpered and cried out in pain, but later he became delirious from the pain.

The two brothers felt a little bored. They once thought that the king would be powerful and terrifying, but he was just a coward and a clown.

When such people are tortured, they do not experience the pleasure they imagined, and only a faint emptiness remains after their hatred is vented.

Yuan Zhisheng pulled up the big net that tied Herzog and walked towards the True Red Well from the other direction, looking at the remaining ghost-toothed dragon vipers inside that were not completely dead.

"Don't you always think that you are the person closest to the dragon clan?"

He exerted force on his hands, connected the big net, and threw Herzog down the True Red Well, towards the group of ghost-toothed dragon vipers jumping out in a carnival, "Then let you die in the dragon's punishment." "