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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 elderly people and their direct descendants. They all died in a very miserable way, with their throats cut by a knife.

Minamoto no Chisei and his predecessor Tachibana Masamune 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 during the fight!" Uesugi Yue drew his sword again, and hot steam was steaming from his whole body. He laughed wildly and rushed towards the overwhelming black shadows like a road roller.

Chapter 419: Dark Day (2)

"Hey, hey, hey, headmaster, you know that my word spirit is Setsuna, right? This ability is pretty good for assassination, but fighting head-on with a group of Deadpools is like throwing the Japanese Warring States ninjas to the Mongolian Plateau to fight against those fully armored iron pagodas. It's unreliable." The sound of Onimaru Kunitsuna unsheathing his sword was as sharp as the roar of a mad dragon. The cold arc of light swept away the endless blizzard, and a blazing flame suddenly lit up on the crimson wooden scabbard!

Uesugi Koshi's back was getting farther and farther away, and his broken limbs and arms were flying to both sides in front of the old emperor. From Inuyama He's point of view, it seemed that he had the heroic spirit and determination of an ancient hero who would go forward even if there were tens of thousands of people against him.

The smell of blood in the damp and cold air was getting farther and farther away, and Inuyama He's voice gradually became lower.

He chuckled softly, slowly crouched down, and put his hands on the hilt of the knife at his waist. In the hazy light of the knife, the old man's pupils were so blazingly golden that it reminded people of the sun falling from the sky.

In the decades after Uesugi Kotsu abdicated, it was Inuyama Nozomi who relied on his unpredictable sharp sword and the Onimaru Kunitsuna to guard the family's dignity. Until Minamoto no Chisei was brought from the mountains to Tokyo by Tachibana Masamune, he was the strongest man in Japan. Even the ninja king of the Fuma family could hardly defeat the head of the Inuyama family in battle.

In a sense, Inuyama He is the bearer of two eras. He is not only the student and friend of Ange and Uesugi Koshi, but also the teacher and elder of Genchisei. When the imperial blood was broken in the family, this old boy who could not even protect his eldest sister in 1950 carried the fate of hundreds of thousands of people on his shoulders.

The reason why Uesugi Yue never cut off his contact with Inuyama He was probably because he could sometimes see the shadow of Ange in this guy. For many years, no one had been able to bring out the true abilities of this young Showa boy, and no one knew to what level he could use Setsuna.

Perhaps Ange has always regarded Inuyama He as a knife or a mirror, and when used to the extreme, it can be the words that restrain time zero.

Then a fierce wind blew away the blizzard in the sky, and Inuyama He disappeared on the spot. He swung Onimaru Kunitsuna fiercely, and started directly from the sixth level in an instant. It was an incredible and terrifying 64 times fast slash. Everything that stood in the way would be cut in half.

Sixty-one years ago, Inuyama He first awakened this word spirit. At that time, the still young Angé used Time Zero to severely humiliate him, so he used sixty-one years to sharpen this sword that could kill gods and demons.

Few people can practice the same thing for such a long time, spanning half a century. When that fleeting power like spring flowers and autumn moons first showed its prowess in Inuyama He, the queen on the other side of the world had just ascended the throne. The still quite traditional committee at that time was shocked that the royal family allowed cameras to enter Westminster Abbey. Sixty years later, presidents of some countries have begun to curse their competitors' ancestors in a veiled manner on talk shows.

The power accumulated beneath Inuyama He's calm surface like a spring surged like a torrent reaching the sky. Sixty years was enough for the ancient leveling masters to forge death metal into a famous sword handed down from generation to generation, and it was enough for the destruction of a country. However, Inuyama He was only accumulating the beauty that bloomed in an instant.

That was the roar of the humiliated child from the depths of his soul. When the anger erupted, the sky and the earth changed color.

"I was going to use a knife like this to cut off all the grudges and hatred between you and me, teacher." Inuyama Karu cut a snake-like Deadpool with a long tail that was at least five meters long in half along the center of his eyebrows, just like cutting a fallen leaf. When the old man slashed, the navy blue kimono on his body flew away like a flying falcon, and the tattoo on his back that undulated with his tangled muscles, "The Picture of Noh-sen Yama," was lifelike. The Noh-sen Yama was grinding his teeth and sucking blood, and he swept around with a ferocious expression.

Time, fate, duty, these terms that have accompanied Inuyama He throughout his life suddenly materialized at this moment. Onimaru Kuninaga leaped for joy in the hands of this old pimp, and the knife came alive like the seven deadly sins, as if there was a living spirit in it that vowed to kill all the evil spirits in the world, or as if the dragon slayers who once held it appeared in the illusion of the Night Food Field and the real world at the same time. Countless hard palms completely merged with Inuyama He's palm, grasping the crimson handle.

The span of time is so incredible that he was promoted one level at a time in an instant, to level six, level seven, and level eight!

When the knife flashed, it was like an incredible rainstorm was set off in the water wall. Every drop of rain in this rainstorm was made of steel. All the evil spirits coming out of the kingdom of the dead were blown into pieces by the strong wind in such a steel curtain.

Uesugi Yue laughed wildly and turned around. He casually slashed out with a black blade light, tearing a huge crack in front of him as if creating a realm of absolute death.

“Even in our golden age, Aha, you have already honed this word spirit to the point where it can shine in the history of dragon slaying!” The ramen master shook his wrists violently, and the black flame surged and attached to the blade of the ancient alchemical sword in his hand like a living substance.

If Lu Mingfei were here, he would be surprised that his father-in-law could actually do this trick, but Chu Zihang's operation when attaching his Jun Yan to Murasame's blade was almost exactly the same, and Chu Zihang's Word Spirit was only Jun Yan with serial number 89, while his father-in-law's Word Spirit was the "Black Sun" that only the most powerful dragon-slaying heroes in ancient times possessed, and it had not even been included in the Word Spirit sequence list.

Although the two words seem to be very similar in terms of effect, Junyan produces high-temperature flames and explosions centered on itself, while Hei Ri silently burns everything within the field.

But the so-called black sun can cause almost devastating damage to everything around it. The principal had mentioned Uesugi Yue's words to Lu Mingfei before, saying only that it was a power like that of the sun god Apollo. If it were not for the endless tide, perhaps the former underworld supreme would be able to kill all the corpse guards who came to make pilgrimages with just this words.

"I am not interested in the glorious history of slaying dragons. Life is like a dream, and the name left behind is nothing but a wandering illusion!" Inuyama He growled and swung his sword. The sword light was everywhere, as if the dim candlelight in the eyes of the evil spirits in the water wall was reflected in all directions.

That was a 256-fold speed slash. The eighth-level instant had already broken through the limit of hybrids. Even a super hybrid like Yuan Zhisheng could not swing the sword to such a limit.

At this time, there were few creatures in the world who could tell the difference between an instant and time zero. When Onimaru Kuninaga tore through the air, he made a huge noise, like the god of death dancing in nothingness. Only brilliant and bloody light painted in a chaotic manner under the gray sky. All the ancient deadpools who walked out of the water wall that burst out with golden light were crushed into pale and dry corpses.

Uesugi Yue swung his sword to cut through the water wall, and the barrier there was temporarily destroyed. A huge distorted barrier appeared on the water surface. He laughed loudly, and his hand holding the sword was dry but strong.

"One hundred years ago, there was another fellow who used Setsuna and became famous in Europe. He was an elder of the secret party and also the mentor of Angers. We all called him Silver Wing Charlotte. After the invention of the revolver that could fire continuously, Viscount Charlotte was still able to become famous with a flintlock rifle that needed to be filled with gunpowder and bullets separately. This was because his Setsuna was pushed to the seventh level. Time could be magnified dozens of times for him, and he only needed a few tenths of the time to complete the reloading." The outdated underworld supreme casually threw another knife to Inuyama He, who caught it in mid-air.

Of course, Onimaru Kunitsuna is an unrivaled alchemical sword, but Inuyama He is too fast, as if he has surpassed the ultimate of Iai. The blade of the sword has been severely bent after rapid and continuous swings. Although it can slowly recover because it is dead metal, they are now in a state of combat after all. A few seconds of hesitation may lead to the collapse of their fragile defense line.

"I was able to use Setsuna to the seventh level sixty years ago. At that time, Angé told me the story of that old man." Inuyama He stood shirtless behind Uesugi Yue. The two old guys, whose combined ages spanned two centuries, stood back to back and swung their swords in front of them. The swords were sharp and cold, and suddenly as graceful as a girl's eyebrows. A huge amount of water splashed out from the walls on both sides, and white steam immediately rose when it fell on Uesugi Yue and Inuyama He. They were soon completely enveloped by the white steam.

"I have always known that he has been training me since a very early age, and even hoped that I could become a whetstone to sharpen his skills. However, there are not many geniuses like the emperor in the world. I am just a dull student. Perhaps I have never felt threatened by him until my death."

The water ripples as the Deadpools cross the barriers of the world, and the ancient Showa buildings in the deep water twist like demonic temples.

"Don't say that about yourself. That old bastard is not as sarcastic about you as he appears. Although I don't like him, Ange is actually a true educator as he said himself. He just hopes that you can grow faster and better, and maybe one day you can shoulder the hatred and anger of this world like him." Uesugi Yue exhaled such a hot breath from his mouth, and golden substance in his eyes flowed like lava.

"Like what we are doing now, dying near this damn ramen shop?" Inuyama He cursed and hacked down a group of deadpools. Or maybe those things were corpse guards transformed by some kind of power. The ancient alchemical sword hummed and roared, flowing with golden light. "Why don't you want to let me bring our old friends to snipe the return of our ancestors here together?"

"Your subordinates are useless on a battlefield like this, and the A-level hybrids are nothing but cannon fodder here." Uesugi Yue roared.

"There is no difference between rebellion and compliance, the great way goes through the heart! Fifty-five years of dream, wake up and return to the one origin!" Inuyama He suddenly sang loudly an ancient Japanese poem, which was the farewell poem left by Akechi Mitsuhide before his death after launching a coup. It was surprisingly appropriate to use it on them, the unworthy descendants who prevented their ancestors from coming and preventing the White King from resurrecting.

With a slap, Uesugi Yue took time out of his busy schedule to slap Inuyama He in the face.

This slap was so powerful and soul-stirring that the fighting rhythm of the Inuyama family head, who was known as the sword saint, was immediately interrupted, and the surging dragon blood in his body also calmed down instantly.

"You damn bastard, why are you singing this damn farewell poem!" Uesugi Yue swung his sword several times, and the black flames were like spreading poison. All the Deadpools that appeared near the boundary wall in the Night Food Plain were cut off, and the cuts were burned to charcoal.

Uesugi Yue's eyes were wide open, and he seemed quite angry that the other party did not fight back.

"Is it time to die in battle now? Don't you know that the Inuyama family still has hundreds of Maria Ozawa waiting for your triumphant return?"

"I'm sorry!" Inuyama He had no way to resist Uesugi Yue's majesty. He bowed and apologized loudly. He then straightened up and began to breathe heavily.

"Using Setsuna consumes a lot of energy, and we are not the type of dragon slayers that can last long." He said, "Besides, although the Inuyama family is still in the AV industry, outdated actresses like Maria Ozawa have long been eliminated by us."

There was only a moment of silence in the surrounding water wall, and immediately more dark shadows walked out from the darkness in the distance, their eyes lit up with a golden glow, but it was as dim as a candle in the wind.

"It's far from the time to give up hope, Aha. Just watch out, my strongest move is waiting for those pathetic zombies to gather together." Uesugi Yue carried the two swords on his shoulders, then took out a deflated cigarette box from his arms, lit a Soft Seven Star and put it in his mouth. The expression on his face was as lonely as an emperor who was on a strange road.