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But when all the words fell on the scales of the Yamata no Orochi, everything was silent, and Night Food Root still easily swallowed this heavy blow that could almost destroy a country.

Lu Mingfei roared towards the sky. He used both hands to pull out his rage again and slashed frantically at the surface of the alien embryo, but it only continued to tear open the cracks between reality and illusion.

"Even if you get the weapon to kill the king, you will never know the greatness of God." Herzog said sarcastically.

"Just wait for my hatching. The whole world will be conquered by me..."

His voice suddenly became lower, and finally became slightly trembling, and then he suddenly screamed in fear.

"No, what are you doing! No no no no no!"

Lu Mingfei realized that besides himself, there was another person who was using the concept of death to wipe out the embryo that was about to hatch into the White King.

Before he turned around, he could hear the clear voice echoing on the cold sea.

It was a girl speaking the language of ancient times. Lu Mingfei had said the same words a few seconds ago.

That word is...

"die."

Eri whispered.

Dense spider-web-like cracks suddenly appeared on the surface of the alien embryo that was nurturing a great life, and dazzling white light emanated from the cracks.

"Please don't go on. I am willing to share this world with you. You can have power that you can't imagine!" Herzog's voice became anxious and flattering. When death really came, the man finally revealed his true nature.

Eri's bloodline is the purest descendant of the White King, and she should be the true carrier of the White King's return, but Herzog stole this honor.

But the girl was just carried by the wind and looked into the distance at a height of several dozen meters. Her skirt and long hair fluttered, and her slender wrists and ankles were covered with pale scales.

Ye No Sukuhara automatically gave in in front of Eri, because she was the purest descendant of the White King's blood, and she was qualified to meet God.

There was no more cowardice and vigilance towards this world in her eyes. Her bright golden pupils were filled with the coldness of killing.

"Die!" Eri's voice was as hard as the friction of metal. As another killing order was issued, the curled up Yamata-no-Orochi suddenly began to collapse along the cracks all over its body. Huge amounts of blood began to radiate from every corner of the behemoth's body, like a postmodern dark art piece filled with flowers.

"You lowly bitch, you poor freak, you bastard, I'm going to..."

"die."

When the last order was given, Herzog's hysterical curse came to an abrupt end. Heavy rain fell from the sky, and a huge amount of white steam suddenly rose from the body of the Yamata no Orochi. The white steam was instantly dispersed, revealing the scene inside.

It's dead.

There was no more struggle except Herzog's impotent rage. All the flesh and blood on the body seemed to be blown away by a steel storm, dyeing the frozen sea red. Every long neck drooped on the ice, leaving only broken cervical vertebrae.

A tornado of fire rose up with a boy wrapped in it, hugged the powerless Eri, and then slowly fell down.

Lu Mingfei bit his teeth until they were about to break, smashed the bones of the Yamata no Orochi, and found Herzog who had embedded himself into the huge dragon's body.

He was already dying, his scales and skin peeled back, revealing his massive veins and bloody muscle tissue, and he was gasping for breath, his long tail still buried deep in the skull of the Yamata no Orochi.

He seemed to want to beg for mercy, or say some more harsh words, or delay time.

But Lu Mingfei stepped on the old dog's face, and Kramer's long sword named Greed pierced Herzog's heart the next second, and then lust penetrated into his brows.

Herzog's body trembled violently for a few times and then there was no movement.

Lu Mingfei did not hesitate. He chopped off each of Herzog's vertebrae one by one with greed, and burned them all to ashes with flames before finally sitting down.

The dragon-like features slowly faded from the man. He looked behind him blankly, his heart feeling empty, as if he had been stabbed.

Chapter 431 The Uesugi Brothers

Kanagawa, Red Well.

2010年11月23日19：05。

The black Lexus with the gentian emblem suddenly turned on its headlights, and the moment the lights pierced the rain, its modified engine let out a terrible roar. It was like a lion or tiger that had been lurking for a long time suddenly tensed its muscles, and bloody wind rushed towards us along with the roar of the beast.

Then a super big foot wearing a size 45 Ferragomo custom-made crocodile leather shoe kicked open the driver's door of this big toy that only the truly rich can play with, and a burly man in a black trench coat and a black suit walked out, standing with his legs apart in the mud that smelled of blood, not caring at all that his shiny leather shoes were splashed with strings of mud, and his trouser legs rustled in the strong wind.

This guy was holding a huge black umbrella, with a lit cigarette in his mouth and a long sword with a black scabbard in his other hand. The long sword was tied with a black crow iron sheet with white feathers. The iron sheets collided with each other in the wind, like some nice little musical instrument playing lightly.

Without saying a word, he walked to the side of Genji who was lying on her back in the water, and looked down at her face which was almost indistinguishable from that of a Japanese gangster patriarch.

Strangely enough, before coming here, his heart was filled with hatred, and he had even decided to avenge his best friend even if he was punished by the young master. But when he saw that face, the anger and hatred in his heart suddenly collapsed slowly in the tide like a high city built of yellow sand.

Because that person really had a green and immature face, as if Yuan Zhisheng was many years younger, even the drooping eyelids

"ちくしょう." After a few seconds, the man uttered a word from between his teeth. That word means beast in Chinese.

The lit cigarette butt illuminated his face, which was considered hideous even among gang leaders. His face was covered with scars, and hatred and anger were revealed in his light golden pupils.

Then the man spat out the cigarette, crushed the wet and extinguished cigarette butt with his toes, threw the long sword and scabbard to the ground, and picked up the stiff Yuan Zhinv with one hand and carried him on his shoulder.

The trunk of the Lexus was opened and Yuan Zhinu was thrown in like a dead dog, and a huge awning was opened above their heads.

The man took out a silver metal box from the back seat and found blood bags and blood transfusion equipment, as well as a plastic tray. On the tray were two needles of solvent, both loaded in relatively complex syringes. One of the needles seemed to be transparent, and the label on the surface of the syringe could barely be seen with the word "adrenaline". It was an injection of adrenaline.

The other injection of solvent was some kind of serum, light red with a slight pink color.

"To be honest, I didn't even finish high school. I just learned some first aid techniques. If you still die, just consider it as punishment for your evil deeds." The man said.

"Crow asked me to call you Young Master Zhinu before, but I think if you had half the righteousness of Young Master, you wouldn't have fallen into evil, right? There are some things that people who understand the greater good can let go of, but a despicable villain like me will always remember them."

He patted Yuan Zhinv's pale cheek hard. The boy seemed to be dead. His muscles were stiff and his bone joints could not be twisted.

Yasha also felt that Minamoto no Chijo was indeed dead, but before leaving, Minamoto no Chijo called him to his side and said, "I only trust you. I will tell everyone that I will leave you at Genji Heavy Industries to look after Kaguya-hime's host, but you have to take your things and drive to Kanagawa. Remember Hongi? Find Kazama Ruri nearby and use the things you brought to rescue him."

He roughly tore off the gorgeous clothes of Yunzhong Juejian Ji, which were torn into pieces by the protruding bone spurs and scales all over her body when she turned into a dragon, from the young girl's body. There were huge blood stains on the clothes, which could not be washed away even by the heavy rain.

Under the lining of his shirt was the boy's chest with distinct ribs. Due to excessive blood loss, Genji's skin was as pale as a deathly person.

As expected, Yasha saw a completely blackened penetrating wound under the boy's left chest. This kind of injury should have been caused by an excellent sharp blade. If it was done by Yuan Zhisheng, then he must be holding a masterpiece of a famous artist in his hand.

There is a fierce creature hiding in the Spider Mountain at night. His sword is called Spider Cut.

Yasha, like Crow, has been following Gen Chisei for many years. He has seen the man kill countless fallen evil spirits with the Spider Cut and the Doji Cut. The demons cut by the Doji Cut would be split in two, while the demons cut by the Spider Cut would be tortured by the deadly poison on the blade that was tempered with ancient alchemy.

However, there were no signs of poison on Genji's wound, which meant that Genji did not activate the alchemical matrix on the blade of the Demon Slayer when he pierced his brother with the Spider Slash.

Then Yasha pressed his face against the original girl's chest like a furry bear.

The howling winds among the mountains and the torrential rain that seemed to never end faded away in Yaksha's ears. The man's brows were twisted fiercely and veins bulged on his arms.

Unfortunately, Genji's chest was as dead silent as a marble sculpture. There was no sound of blood flowing, no sound of heart beating every day, and no sound of the long tail moving unconsciously.

He really died.

No.

Yaksha suddenly opened his eyes, and the dim golden glow in his pupils flickered like a candle in the wind.

He heard a hollow whistle like that coming from a leaky bellows. It was coming from the heart of the Genji girl.

Gen Chisei had probably reached a consensus with Kazama Ruri in some way a long time ago that everything they did was to put an end to the devil that had descended on Japan twenty years ago.

If it were anyone else, they probably wouldn't know what that sound was, but Yaksha knew.

He stood up Genjitsu's upper body and looked at the sky through the wound. Sure enough, he saw purple-white lightning tearing through the sky in an instant.

The lightning stretched for hundreds of kilometers and ended at the burning top of Mount Fuji. The mountain called Eternal Life was flowing down with golden-red lava, as if the planet was bleeding.

Half an hour ago, the new king ascended the throne in the old king's territory, and the sea of ​​​​sky and sea flowed across the vast expanse of barren land. Every city located in the volcanic belt was destroyed, millions of people were affected, and the number of casualties was incalculable. It was the worst natural disaster ever encountered in human history.

Mount Fuji also spewed out a column of fire several kilometers high, mixed with black volcanic ash like a tide, covering the entire Tokyo from outside the city.

The good news is that as early as when the Yamata no Orochi was wreaking havoc in the Well of Debris, the elements in Japan had already become incredibly agitated, as manifested in meteorological and geological activities such as continuous heavy rains and frequent earthquakes. In view of this, the Japanese government had already begun to evacuate people around Mount Fuji two months ago.

Volcanoes, earthquakes, floods, and heavy rains, in just two months, natural disasters that could destroy a country in ancient times came one after another.

——For some unknown reason, Genji didn't use her self-healing ability to heal the wound caused by the spider. More than 70% of the blood in his body had been drained, and the remaining part was struggling and slowly supplying blood to his brain.

The blood flowed too slowly, so Yaksha didn't hear it.

The faint whistle was the still very slight beating of Yuan Zhinv's heart, which slowly turned the air that had penetrated the wound into wind and pushed it out of her body.

Yasha looked at Genji's wound again, and indeed he avoided the heart slightly, just stabbing the edge of the heart, but he really deceived Herzog, making the old guy who was too proud of himself when he was close to success no longer keep Kazama Ruri by his side as a sharp sword.

After confirming that this evil ghost who once held real power among the fierce ghosts was still breathing, Yaksha spat fiercely.

He used the long black knife to cut open the skin and pale muscle fibers on Yuan Zhinv's wrist and found the vein that seemed shriveled due to lack of blood.

The blood transfusion instrument was successfully connected to the vein of the young girl through venipuncture, and fresh blood flowed from the blood bag into the boy's body like a mountain stream along the transparent tube.

Yasha did not hesitate and followed the same method to connect the same blood transfusion device to Minamoto Chino's jugular vein and other wrist.

The Source Girl, who was as dry and pale as a vampire that had been sleeping for a hundred years, became plump at a speed visible to the naked eye. The wound on his chest was wriggling and healing, and a slow and heavy drumbeat came from his chest. The drumbeat became louder and louder, and more and more frequent, until finally Yasha couldn't even hold the Source Girl's body.

But at this moment, what Gen Chisei had instructed Yasha to do had not been completed. He untied the safety of adrenaline and pushed it into Gen Chisei's body.

At the same time, Yaksha injected the only remaining serum on the silver tray into Genji's forearm, but did not open the safety of the syringe, so the light red liquid inside was still surging, but did not decrease.

When handing this thing to Yasha, Yuan Zhisheng said something.

He said that it was both a gift and a poison. If the person who woke up was Genji, then the serum would help him awaken the power of Kazama Ruri to suppress the personality of the evil ghost. If the thing that woke up was Kazama Ruri, then the poison in the serum would kill the monster that was almost completely controlled by the tyrannical thinking of the dragon.

The substance in the syringe is a unique alchemical herb, a golden holy fluid from a first-generation species.

Even injecting the golden holy fluid that has removed 90% of the toxicity into the body of a hybrid is an extremely risky act.

Ultimately, it depends on the soul of the person who receives the Golden Holy Syrup whether he evolves into a super hybrid or degenerates into Deadpool.

If his spirit is more inclined towards dragons, then the evil dragon heart that resides in the core of the human body will be awakened. However, just as the violent blood cannot really turn a hybrid into a pure-blooded dragon, the golden holy juice cannot do this either. He will eventually degenerate into a corpse.

But if the cowardly human heart eventually defeats the powerful dragon heart, then the golden holy serum will give the hybrid great power, his bloodline will be refined, his words will undergo strange changes, and he will become the Siegfried of the new era, leading the hybrids to an overwhelming victory in the war with dragons.

With sufficient fresh blood and adrenaline working at the same time, Yuan Zhinv suddenly began to twitch violently.

With the clear sound of metal collision, Yasha pulled out the modified Colt Bison with an astonishingly large caliber from his waist.

He stared coldly at Yuan Zhinv and pointed the muzzle of the gun at the forehead of the boy who, even though he was still unconscious, still looked as pretty as a girl.

Suddenly, Yuan Zhinv stopped twitching and his eyes suddenly opened.

For a moment, Yaksha felt as if he was being stared at by an evil ghost lurking in the cracks of hell, and cold sweat immediately soaked his whole body.

Those were a pair of red-gold eyes. Even on Yuan Zhisheng, Yasha had never seen such a majestic gaze.

But that majesty was fleeting, replaced by a harmless cat-like demeanor.

The boy blinked gently, his pupils filled with confusion.

Yasha breathed a sigh of relief.