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"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.

Chapter 421 The Clown

A large group of dark shadows slowly stood up from the rushing flood of the ancient city. Without exception, they were all wearing dark wind cloaks and holding rusty weapons.

The old men of the Kansai branch remained calm. They lit tobacco rolled up with old newspapers and held it in their mouths. They frowned and took off their white priest robes. Under the robes, they wore old but obviously well-maintained black suits.

They sat in their respective cars and talked in low voices, and in a flash, pale scales covered the old men's cheeks.

In a corner unknown to everyone, the family has been raising such a group of evil ghosts. When they were young, they were the best ghost slayers, and they all carried a blood feud planted by the fierce ghosts. Some of them had their parents slaughtered, some had their children taken away, and some watched their wives being injected with evolution drugs and becoming irreversibly turned into Deadpools, and finally had to pierce their loved ones' hearts with their own hands.

Their hatred burned as fiercely as fire, hatred for the fierce ghosts, hatred for the evil ghosts, hatred for God, and hatred for the eternal curses that flowed in their blood vessels and in their family genes.

Neither wealth nor power can tempt them, because these old people live in the world just to wait for death, and in the process use the fire burning with their lives to burn all the ghosts that appear in front of them into ashes.

The Kansai branch was established after World War II, when Japan was defeated and the Snakesaki Eight Clan suffered heavy losses. The remaining young people in the family united to form an organization to hunt down the demons throughout Japan.

This first group of old men retired from the front lines of combat about twenty years ago.

The Executive Bureau at that time was at its peak under the leadership of Tachibana Masamune and Inuyama Kaoru, and even became an organization that could compete with the executive part of the secret party to a certain extent.

With the semi-colonial behavior of Americans towards Japan, Western thoughts once again swept Japan after the Meiji Restoration, and human rights ideas emerged. The family heads believed that the cruel style of the Kansai branch was no longer suitable for the future war situation with the evil spirits, so eventually, under the impetus of Tachibana Masamune, the old men of the Kansai branch who already had powerful armed forces gave up their identities and status in the family.

In other words, these old men are the only armed forces among the eight families of Snakezaki today that have not been infiltrated and possibly controlled by Tachibana Masamune.

Since being summoned by Gen Chisei, the real Kansai branch, which reassembled after a lapse of 20 years, has been gathering strength. At this time, the old men were in high spirits, the doors of Lexus cars were pushed open one after another, and the shiny black leather shoes were unscrupulously stepped in the puddles, splashing large water drops.

Then eight high-powered sports cars roared and lined up at the end of the viaduct, with a steep downhill slope in front of them.

A tide of black shadows walked out from the reflection of Takama-ga-hara in the Night Food Field. They all had exactly the same face, so pale as if the never-ending rainstorm had bleached their skin color, with no whites of their eyes visible. The bottom of their pure black eyeballs was tinged with a hideous golden color, their long hair was wet by the rain and was disheveled, their crimson armor was incomplete, and their foreheads were tied with a rotten white cloth.

The old people were shocked but relieved. The monsters that had survived from ancient times to today in the Night Food Field were wearing real red armor, which was the leather armor of the elite cavalry of the Takeda family during the Warring States Period in Japan. You can't see a complete set of red armor in the museum nowadays. Wearing these things is like wearing antiques to fight. The strips of cloth were dragon gall, phoenix, spider, horse head, Yaksha...

The family crests of the eight Sheqi families gathered in this army composed of alchemical zombies. The descendants of the White King stared at each other, and the living and the dead also stared at each other, as if they were about to start fighting in the next second.

Suddenly, heavy and slow drum beats rang out one after another on the silent viaduct. The red-armored knights all raised their heads, as if attracted by the drum sounds and returned to the battlefield of their former life.

The drum beats were chaotic and dense, and seemed to compete with each other, eventually turning into a tide of drum beats, and finally even the torrential rain in the sky was vibrating with the drum sounds.

Those were the hearts of the old people. Each of them had a cold and indifferent expression on their faces. In their hands, they were crushing the emptied glass syringes, with blood-red liquid still remaining in the syringes.

That was the dragon blood poison that the Shezaki Eight Clan developed by imitating the evolutionary medicine seized from the fierce ghosts. It was more powerful but also had stronger side effects!

The scarlet evolutionary medicine was pushed into the bodies of these gray-haired old men through the carotid artery, and then carried into the heart along the blood vessels. Then their hearts, which had been silent for twenty years, began to beat loudly in their chests, the sound seeming to drown out the drumbeats of a thunderstorm.

The old men slowly raised their faces, each of them had a burning golden eye. They carried the knives on their shoulders as they had done many years ago. Their backs, which had been hunched for a long time, became straight as if time had been reversed. Their atrophied muscles became plump, and deep red blood veins bulged out of their bodies like a tangled group of snakes.

There was an eerie silence in the rain, and the Deadpools who had reached the end of the ramp were suddenly covered with black smoke and dust. They were originally wearing black wind cloaks, but now those wind cloaks were turning into black ashes.

The hands holding weapons in the flying black ashes were dry and pale, with sharp claws. Golden pupils lit up one after another in the black army, and the pupil light was like a flickering flame.

There are even more Deadpools running in the ancient city. They are running wildly along the wide sacred road, like a rolling black tide, or like a group of demons pouring out of hell.

A huge black shadow flapped its wings, stirring up a chaotic elemental tide and emitting a sharp and hard roar like metal grinding. It was a dragon-shaped Deadpool that was seven or eight meters long including its tail. It was covered with bluish-white scales, and under its human-like upper body was a slowly twisting powerful long tail.

The monster's shadow in the sky was holy and evil, pressing down with majesty like a violent storm.

"A servant of God, who was killed in the Night Food Field and then made into a corpse-guarding prince." Someone said.

The only thing that can be called a king in the Age of Gods is a true dragon.

According to some ancient documents, in the Age of Gods and the Age of Kings, not only were tens of thousands of alchemical corpse guards buried in the foundations of the great cities ruled by the First Generation, the kings would also kill the traitors who opposed them and use their corpses to make things similar to corpse guards.

Each dragon corpse guard is the most terrible and loyal predator. Their bones can survive for 100,000 years without decaying. In the environment of Nibelung, this time will be even longer, almost eternal. Their spirits imprisoned in their bones will not die, but will gradually become crazy in endless loneliness and hate everything living in this world.

However, this dragon corpse guard did not launch an attack at the first moment, which means that its mind still remained incredibly rational.

The purple-white lightning spread out in the depths of the clouds like a towering tree, and the fierce light of thunder and lightning illuminated the ancient creature.

It was so withered that there was not much muscle and tissue left. The human-shaped part had slender bones. Although it looked ferocious, it had an inexplicable ferocious beauty. The long hair hung down on the pale skull, rolling like pale clouds.

Lightning penetrated between the dragon corpse guard's ribs and sternum. There were no organs in its body anymore. There were only nerves covered by the cold black death metal like pipes, covering and entwining every bone.

The slender and powerful tail also seemed to be reduced to bones, but the surface was still covered with beautiful and enchanting white scales in the fierce light, slender and graceful, like a graceful dancer.

Dozens of surging murderous intentions locked onto the Dragon Corpse Guardian who was slowly flapping his wings to stir up strong winds and elemental tides. The old men were not afraid of such things in the first place, and the drastic dragon transformation after being injected with the evolution drug made them completely forget what fear was.

The ancient alchemical swords that had drunk dragon's blood decades ago woke up one after another and trembled on the shoulders of these old men whose bodies were steaming with heat.

But the dragon corpse guard, who had such great majesty that seemed to be able to destroy everything with a wave of his hand, was not angry.

On the contrary, it slowly fell into the bright headlights of the car. After standing upright, its three-meter-tall body swayed gracefully like a cobra controlled by the sound of a flute, and finally crawled down gently, with its palms and forehead touching the rough asphalt road.