The Heavens: A Qing, the Yue Girl at the beginning

The top floor of the Genji Heavy Industries Building, Tokyo, Japan.

Few people know that there is a spacious terrace on this floor. It is hidden in a corner of the building and is not easily noticeable from the ground or the sky. Only by opening the sliding door can you step into this paradise.

It is called Akebono-ji Temple, and it is indeed a temple style, but it is not a Buddhist temple but a Japanese Shinto temple.

There is a small vermilion "Torii" with various Shinto gods and ghosts carved on the granite walls.

From the majestic Amaterasu and Tsukuyomi to the mighty Susanoo, there are also ferocious demons, some with lion-like faces and bared fangs, some sitting cross-legged on a pile of skulls. The wind and clouds surround these gods and demons, as if hundreds of demons are parading at night.

There is actually a clear spring on the terrace, surrounded by a dry landscape of white stones and green grass, which exudes a sense of Zen.

It was past sunrise, but the sunlight could not penetrate the thick cumulonimbus clouds. The sky emitted a faint pale light. Several black heavy helicopters were hovering above the Shinjuku area. The mighty wind blew in from over Tokyo Bay, and the air was filled with a strong smell of the sea.

The blue-gray stone steps were gleaming with morning dew. Tachibana Masamune stroked the edge of the tea bowl, his eyes sweeping over the seven futons arranged in a circle - the heads of the other eight families of Yagi, except the Uesugi family, all cast solemn silhouettes on the Awakening Temple.

"Gentlemen, this is the seventh extraordinary meeting this month."

The newly born shadow warrior who had been transformed by Herzog spoke slowly. There were a few more strands of white hair on the head of the family.

"First, the latest situation of the battle between the Seventh Fleet and the Maritime Self-Defense Force and the Viper Swarm."

Ryoma Genichirō, a first-class air captain in the Self-Defense Forces reserve, reported in a deep voice: "The Kitty Hawk aircraft carrier battle group is deploying an anti-submarine formation off the coast of Sagami Bay. We have forced 37 VLCC tankers passing through the North Pacific to anchor at 20° north latitude at 35° intervals. However, the first round of surface incendiary operations has failed."

"So far, two Burke-class destroyers and four Perry-class frigates have sunk, the power systems of 2 ships have been paralyzed, the steel structure of Pier 4 at Yokohama Port has been eaten away and collapsed, 14 gantries have fallen into the sea, and the crude oil leak is immeasurable. The direct economic losses have exceeded 3 billion US dollars..."

"The Pentagon activated the Emergency Wartime Equipment Renovation Act, and the Yokosuka Naval Arsenal entered a 24-hour wartime state; Congress passed the Pacific Emergency Special Budget, authorizing a daily spending limit of more than 900 billion US dollars; the Maritime Self-Defense Force internal assessment: the intensity has exceeded the Battle of Midway..."

He then called up the encrypted file on his computer. The red seal stung everyone's pupils: "The Pacific Command updated the Deep Blue Purification Operation Plan last night. If the spread of the Dragon Viper exceeds the threshold within 35 hours, a three-phase bomb saturation strike will be carried out at the th parallel north."

"The M army even marked the epicenter." Nanami Sakurai sneered as she swiped the satellite map. Radiation signs flashed at the Sagami Trough and the Kyoto Imperial Palace. "The Wall Street Journal's headline this morning said that Mitsubishi UFJ's stock price plummeted by 14%, but Goldman Sachs is frantically buying up shares of Kansai Electric Power."

"Three hours ago, the defense minister suddenly fainted during a parliamentary debate." Miyamoto Shio pulled up the NHK live video, which showed the well-dressed lawmakers shoving and shouting at each other. "Now the entire cabinet is struggling over whether to accept the US-Japan Joint Defense Special Act."

Yuan Zhisheng crushed the bamboo stick in his hand and grasped the handle of the spider knife: "Do they really dare to use strategic nuclear weapons on their own land?"

"Not only that, but the Ministry of Defense will also have to compensate for the military expenses consumed in the subsequent operations. We cannot let others bully us like this."

The sound of Tachibana Masamune putting down the teacup brought silence to the entire place. The patriarch stood up and walked to the window, looking at the early cherry blossoms falling in the courtyard, the petals fluttering like snow: "For the sake of the great cause we uphold, we must do something."

"Those hedge funds turned into vultures, taking advantage of the crisis and frantically tearing holes in the Japanese economy."

Nanami Sakurai pushed the tablet computer in front of everyone. The Dow Jones Index chart and the Japanese yen exchange rate curve intertwined to form a death cross, which was shocking: "This month, the volatility of Genshiki Heavy Industries' stock price exceeded 27%..."

"Morgan Stanley controls Toshiba's memory business through an offshore fund, SoftBank Group is being maliciously acquired by Carlyle Capital, and Lockheed Martin and Raytheon repeatedly manipulate the equity of Japan's precision machine tool companies..."

"Shorting the yen is just the appetizer. Sumitomo Mitsui's credit default swap trading volume has soared 700% recently - they are betting that this country will either sink or become a scorched earth."

"——This group of bloodthirsty demons even marked up sky-high seat fees for charter flights at Haneda Airport."

Ryoma Genichirō pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses and added wearily, "Twenty-three undeclared private aircraft were intercepted at Narita Airport today, and three vice ministers of the Ministry of Economy, Trade and Industry were found to hold Canadian permanent residency certificates."

"The 6th Brigade of the South Korean Marine Corps has arrived in Sasebo." Fuma Kotaro suddenly interrupted, his eyes as cold as a knife, and his skinny palm stroked Wakizashi Eremaki: "The Xuanmu-III missiles carried by the Sejong the Great destroyer have a range that can cover the fifth station of Mount Fuji."

A trace of anger flashed across Inuyama He's face, and the scabbard of his sword scraped against the bluestone floor, "They said they were here to help with the defense?"

"On the surface, they were invited by the M Army to participate in the joint exercise, but secretly they claimed it was a 'humanitarian rescue'."

Miyamoto Shio retrieved the encrypted telegram: "But before leaving Incheon Port, their staff secretly purchased 3,000 tons of mercury and sulfur - these are standard supplies for dealing with dragons and their subspecies. It seems that the Korean mixed-blood family found some kind of ancient book and began to manipulate the chaebols to exert their power."

"Instead of worrying about the wolves around us, we should first solve the ant hole under our feet." Tachibana Masamune sighed deeply: "Three hours ago, the fifth defense network of Tokyo Bay was breached, 85% of the breakwaters have lost their structural strength, and the dragon vipers are swimming upstream, advancing 1.2 kilometers per hour."

"This morning's emergency report: Sixteen subway tunnels in the Kanto region have been bitten. The Yamanote Line track had three signal failures last night. After inspection, strong acid mucus remained on the rail section... The 5th Division of the Self-Defense Forces is installing a ceramic-based protective layer, but the production line of Maruyama Construction is already overloaded."

"When the dragons and snakes rise from the land, Takamagahara collapses; when the eight thousand spear gods awaken, the reed plains end." Fuma Kotaro was stunned: "Could these ghost things really have come out of the Yellow Springs Hirasaka?"

"Maybe." Miyamoto Shio pessimistically pulled up the latest data from the Rock Flow Research Institute: "The mouthpart pressure of the sample caught in Sagami Bay last night has exceeded 3000 psi. This is beyond the scope of normal biological variation... It's like some kind of will is accelerating their transformation."

"As for Mount Fuji, the pressure in its magma chamber has exceeded the critical point, but the energy for the eruption is being continuously drained away by some force - this is definitely not ordinary volcanic activity."

Inuyama He's white eyebrows twisted into blades: "Last night, I received a special envoy from the Kunlun Group at the Tamamonomae Club. They claimed that a super-spiritual domain with a diameter of 1200 kilometers is forming under the Japanese archipelago. They suggest that the main family should retreat as soon as possible, at least to give the young people a chance to survive."

"It sounds nice, but in fact, they just want to spend money to poach the scientific research backbones in the family? They are still making 'war money'!" Tachibana Masamune knew the whole story very well and continued to question the former head of the R-based branch: "What about Kassel Academy? Doesn't Ange love slaying dragons the most?"

"That old lunatic is drinking Blue Mountain coffee on the destroyer USS Mitchell."

Miyamoto Shio smiled bitterly and pulled up the surveillance footage. Ange leaned against the cannon, looking as elegant as if he was attending a banquet. "The 'black ship' of Kassel Academy is not carrying shells this time, but it is more dangerous than shells. He didn't even bother to maintain the superficial etiquette this time, and directly asked to take over all the personnel and equipment of the Rock Flow Research Institute."

Thunder suddenly exploded in the sky. The wandering lightning illuminated the solemn faces of the eight family heads. Raindrops hit the dark blue tiles, playing a requiem before the end of the world.

"This day has finally come." Tachibana Masamune's hand was as steady as a rock as he poured tea. The emerald green tea formed concentric circles in the cup. "Decades have passed, and the secret party has never given up on finding the secret of the White King's bloodline. Gentlemen, we are now standing on the edge of a cliff."

He then slowly stood up, his black feathers fluttering in the thunderstorm: "The capital sickle of Wall Street, the nuclear codes of the US military, the muzzles of the South Korean fleet... Behind these open and covert attacks, there is greed for 'God', but those idiots made the wrong calculation after all!"

"The secrets guarded by the Sheqi Eight Clan for thousands of years will never become someone else's wedding dress, and the Gate of Demons must not be reopened."

Tachibana Masamune unfolded the old scroll in the wind and rain. On the yellowed silk, a huge Yamata no Orochi, as big as a mountain, collapsed from poisoning, with red blood flowing like a river. At the end of the meeting, he spoke word by word: "If Kassel Academy wants to intervene, let them deal with the insects in the sea."

"And our real battlefield is in every heartbeat before God awakens. As long as this faith is not broken, this body will not be destroyed."

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At the same time, outside the breakwater along the harbor where the rain was gradually getting heavier, a sword-shaped flat boat rose and fell in the waves near the coast. The crisp sound of the dam collapsing mixed with the roar of machine guns pierced the sky, and the reinforced concrete turned into iron-gray snow hail that fell under the silver-blue mouthparts of the dragon viper.

Black smoke with a pungent smell of sulfur rolled forward along the sea level. The napalm bombs and self-destructive burning buoys dropped by the US destroyers detonated alternately, and the boiling crude oil spread out into a continuous fire blanket.

They burned dark red scorch marks at the junction of sea and sky, dividing the Pacific Ocean into a battlefield between purgatory and the real world.

Thick smoke mixed with the pungent poisonous mist of benzopyrene and sulfur dioxide turned into a dim curtain covering half of Tokyo Bay in the twelve-force gusts. The purifiers installed on the top floors of the skyscrapers were collectively overloaded, and the light green neutralizer gushed out intermittently like an asthma patient's cough.

Gantry cranes tens of meters high have formed a steel jungle along the port coast. Heavy machine guns specially arranged on the top of each robotic arm continuously weave a barrage of bullets at a speed of two thousand rounds per minute.

The 12.7mm armor-piercing incendiary bombs tore apart the group of vipers attempting to land, and the bullet casings poured down from the sky like a golden waterfall, forming a pile of smoking brass hills on the dock ground.

The swarm of dragon vipers trying to break through the defense line was like running into an invisible meat grinder. The broken fluorescent blue internal organs mixed with the sea water into a strange neon-colored surge, and it looked like the Milky Way was hanging upside down.

In the "safe zone" inside the concrete dam, more than 50 counterweight catapults built by non-governmental organizations were groaning.

Accelerated by the hydraulic rod, the quicklime barrel wrapped in waterproof canvas drew a parabola and fell into the shallow sea. The gray-white smoke that exploded when it met the water reacted violently with the acidic seawater. The crackling sound of the dragon viper's shell exploding was constantly heard in the rising alkaline mist.

However, the scattered school of fish was soon pushed towards the embankment by its own kind behind them.

A formation of twelve F-2 fighter jets tore through the clouds and dived down, with the thermite cluster bombs mounted on their bellies exploding a hundred meters above the sea surface.

Red rain of fire poured into the center of the vortex where the dragon vipers gathered. The steam flow stirred up by the contact between the boiling metal and the sea water blew dozens of tons of debris of marine life into the air.

The coastal highway had long been crushed into a honeycomb by heavy trucks, and the fully loaded armored transport convoys were advancing in a serpentine manner under the cover of armed helicopters. The bulletproof tires of a truck were pierced by stray bullets, and a large number of silver-gray protective plates rolled out of the overturned car. Three kilometers behind the coastline, the engineering team of Maruyama Construction was pouring the seventh temporary embankment with quick-drying cement. The concrete mixed with silicon carbide whiskers had not yet solidified, and it was quickly covered by the ceramic-based protective plates hoisted by the helicopter.

Amid the flying sparks of welding, a few vipers that had escaped the net suddenly broke through the cracks. The engineers wearing polyvinyl fluoride protective suits immediately waved their acetylene spray guns, and the azure flames nipped the danger in the bud.

"The repair of the southeast section is 41% complete!" The project commander said in a hoarse voice, and the explosion in the walkie-talkie almost drowned out the human voice: "Yokohama Port requests... zila... to send more... zila..."

He looked at the eye of the typhoon that seemed to be gradually forming on the distant horizon, and wiped the mist off his mask - it might be rain, or it might be cold sweat. It was because outside the breakwater, a new round of silver-blue tide was gathering and rushing in again.

Zhao Qing's mind, body and spirit were observing the tragic battle scene with a bit of solemnity. His eyes passed over the shoulder of Shi Yi Guang who was riding on the "Sword Boat" and fell on a family photo hung on the waist of a certain recruit on the shore. He sighed slightly in his heart.

"These young people may not understand that what they are guarding is not only the embankment, but also the last dignity of Japan." She looked at the smiling housewife holding a baby in the photo, "When order collapses, the first thing to be trampled is never the concrete, but such smiles."

"Although we have already made an assessment, the destructive power of the Ghosttooth Viper still exceeds our expectations... We don't know who released them, and how they accumulated hundreds of millions of them before launching a swift attack, making it difficult to neutralize them with a single nuclear bomb."

"The Dragon Executioner is indeed worthy of its reputation, as it was able to defeat the naval forces of the R Army and the M Army stationed in Japan. Of course, it mainly took advantage of the fact that modern navies do not have weapons designed to swarm small underwater targets, and the speed of development is too fast, so people have no time to modify it."

"Today's naval strategy is always built around air superiority and anti-ship missiles. When the enemy descends from thousands of meters above the ground to tens of meters underwater, the entire combat system must be reconstructed..."

Shi Yiguang nodded, obviously agreeing with this view: "Dönitz, the godfather of submarine warfare in the 20th century, once said that the essence of wolf pack tactics lies in controlling the rhythm of the battle, and the biological instincts of the dragon vipers happen to be able to give full play to this point."

"The deeper problem lies in the lag in civilization's cognition. Humans always use linear thinking to predict threats, but the revival of dragon civilization follows the nonlinear law of ecological outbreak."

Watching the silver-blue fish approaching the boat being pressed into the water by Zhao Qing's newly "acquired" Word Spirit Kingship in an instant, their flesh and blood being crushed to pieces, achieving the legend of "sinking fish" to a certain extent, her expression was calm and unperturbed:
"If we want to deal with these sea locusts, we'll have to ask the real Dragon King for advice."

"That's right. Otherwise, even if Yamata no Orochi didn't cause any trouble, Tokyo would still face a great risk of sinking."

Zhao Qing casually took out a walkie-talkie and further analyzed in detail: "The upcoming super typhoon and the heavy rain caused by the elemental turbulence are likely to destroy everything here."

"What do you mean?" Shi Yi Guang asked.

Zhao Qing explained: "Tokyo is a rainy city. Its advanced drainage system can drain 24 billion cubic meters of rainwater in 20 hours. Thanks to this advanced drainage system, the city has not yet turned into a giant lagoon. However, even the most powerful drainage system has its limits."

"Under the dual attack of the Ghosttooth Viper and the abnormal rainfall, the Iron Dome Temple, the last barrier of Tokyo's drainage system, will no longer be able to withstand it. Because the underground water storage space is too large, the ground here is basically not very stable. Many districts in Tokyo will collapse as a result."

"To put it simply, Tokyo will become part of the sea, the scope of Tokyo Bay will be greatly expanded, and the coastline will extend to the current location of Saitama Prefecture - after all, this is the location of Takamagahara, which slid into the sea in a tsunami and severely damaged the original geological structure. The liquefaction of the sediment layer is much deeper than experts expected."

“Civilization is essentially a carrier of memory.”

Shi Yiguang expressed his understanding: "From the Kanda River to the Metropolitan Area Outer Waterway, each upgrade has been to repair the design limitations of the predecessors, but the chronic collapse of the stratum structure has never stopped. This land subsidence may be said to be the inevitable change from quantitative change to qualitative change?"

"To be more precise, the redundancy has been exhausted." Zhao Qing smiled and replied, "In the Edo era, underground water veins could naturally regulate 70% of precipitation, but now the number is less than 3%. The so-called advanced drainage system is nothing more than a ventilator for a dying patient."

“Humanity always repeats yesterday’s solutions but turns a blind eye to tomorrow’s crises.”

"Kanto Plain was originally a young land formed by the collision of plates, but R built the world's most densely populated urban area here, built a financial center next to an active volcano, and built a nuclear power plant on the edge of a fault zone. That's why this disaster happened in the end."

"Ten thousand years ago, when the Ultimate Word Spirit was released in Takamagahara, the earth shook. From Kyushu to Honshu, all dormant volcanoes erupted magma, turning the night into day. The huge waves caused by the 10.0 magnitude earthquake first hit the coast of China and South Korea, and hit Vladivostok a few hours later."

"One day later, the crest of the tide reached North America, and the California desert was submerged by the sea. A hundred-meter-high tide broke through the Bering Strait and entered the Arctic Ocean, stirring up a huge splash on the ice shell of the Arctic Ocean. The ice shell broke, and cracks thousands of kilometers long crossed the polar region."

"Ten thousand years later, the same doomsday catastrophe is likely to happen again on a civilized scale."

"If the Yamata no Orochi or the White King's resurrection were extinguished in time, it would be fine and the damage would not be so exaggerated. However, the collapse of the Tokyo area into the abyss is still almost inevitable - the situation has passed the critical point."

"How many casualties would there be? According to the existing data model?" The catastrophe in front of him was shocking. Shi Yiguang couldn't help asking: "Including the tsunami caused by the land subsidence and the impact on the surrounding areas, if multiple volcanoes such as Mount Fuji erupted simultaneously and their power was superimposed?"

Zhao Qing's eyes swept across the sea surface that was surging with fluorescent blue blood foam. The raindrops automatically evaporated into white steam three inches away from her skin:

"The entire Tokyo Bay strata will collapse like an eggshell, and the shelf from Kanagawa to Chiba will slide into the Japan Trench within 72 hours. The sliding force of this process is comparable to the explosion of millions of Little Boys - the survival rate of the 10 million permanent residents is less than %."

"As for the impact of this tsunami on the Yangtze River Delta, although the shallow continental shelf of the East China Sea will buffer most of the shock waves, it is still one of the largest disasters in thousands of years. The wave height will exceed 20 meters, and the directly affected area may reach more than 6 square kilometers. Shanghai will be turned into a temporary swamp."

"Even if we can prepare in advance to evacuate the danger zone, disperse it by building ice dams and dropping nuclear bombs, or try to cut energy when Tokyo sinks, the economic blood vessels of the entire East Asia will still be nearly broken."

"So this is by no means just a regional disaster, but a crisis that affects the whole world. This tsunami is even powerful enough to crash back and forth between the two sides of the Pacific Ocean several times, like water sloshing in a bathtub."

There was a sudden dull explosion from the outside of the breakwater, and a section of the silicon carbide embankment that was being poured collapsed. The two watched the rescue team rushing towards the gap like ants, and Zhao Qing's voice suddenly became low:
"Some of these workers may have had fathers who had participated in the construction of the Hanshin Expressway, or grandfathers who had built the Tokyo Tower. It only took three minutes to destroy a modern city built with the blood and sweat of three generations."

"One move can affect the entire body. The global capital market will experience an avalanche ten times more severe than that of 1929, destroying tens of trillions of dollars of assets in a few days, and the indirect losses are difficult to measure. Outside the disaster area, countless people will become indebted, unemployed, and displaced."

"Although modern satellite monitoring networks can provide early warning, the vulnerability of civilized society is far greater than in primitive times. In the past, survivors could rebuild their huts after the floods receded, but now flooding a few wafer fabs is enough to paralyze the global semiconductor industry chain for several months."

Shi Yiguang sighed leisurely: "But if we want to ensure that the scale of the disaster is controlled, we must at least have forces beyond the ordinary first generation to support us, so that we can resist such a super tsunami... Fortunately, we have four Dragon King-level allies on our side."

"To be more precise, there are only two of them for now, because Norton has not yet awakened his memory, and Fenrir is still greedy and sleepy, and can't go out."

Zhao Qing waved her hand, and the light boat turned into a colorful sword light that fell between her five fingers, cutting out a hundred-foot-long glazed rainbow light, killing tens of thousands of vipers instantly. The two then floated up and stood secretly on a gantry crane.

"Next, please welcome our Kunlun Group's specially appointed Dragon King consultant, Comrade Xia Mi!"

Placing a holographic projector imported from the secret party in front of him, Zhao Qing snapped his fingers, and in an instant, Xia Mi's 3D real-time image emerged from the curtain of wind and rain that was frozen into a chain of black ice crystals.

The background shown in the lens was an abandoned subway station in Beijing. A rusty old-fashioned train was running at high speed on a straight track. The accumulated water on the tunnel arch was shaken into silver fragments and kept falling, but the dark red headlights illuminated the darkness like the single eye of a giant beast.

The carriage, which should have been packed with "Sickle-Weasel Version Bionic Birdman" passengers, was now filled with orange potato chip bags stacked to the ceiling, and various aluminum cans glowed coldly under the emergency lights.

Xia Mi stood on tiptoe against the cab glass, her hair stained with puffed food crumbs, holding a bottle of Coke and mouthing the word "Surprise".

Then, the whole train came to a beautiful emergency brake, the container gates bounced open, and thousands or tens of thousands of packages of lime-flavored potato chips whizzed and smashed on the moss on the platform. Aluminum cans of Coke smashed into the puddle of water like a meteorite rain, and the pull rings of "One more can" floated in the splashing brown foam.

Obviously, a signal relay station has been set up in this Nibelungen, and the high-definition video signal is transmitted to the eyes of Zhao Qing and Shi Yi Guang through a special ice crystal cloud cable.

"The favorite food of the Ghosttooth Viper has always been fresh flesh and blood. Metals are at most snacks or supplements, or medicines. Normally, they will never actively rely on digesting metals to expand wildly. On the contrary, they will control their population size in a timely manner."

Undoubtedly having guessed what the other party wanted to ask, Xia Mi waved to the dragon behind her, signaling Fenrir to eat as much as he wanted, and took the initiative to explain and pointed out the doubts:

"People can barely survive by eating tree bark, and the phloem and cambium do have some nutrients, but who would do that if they had a choice? Or even survive by relying on something so unpalatable? Most of the time, the ghost tooth viper is too lazy to even gnaw on the bones."

"A high-level dragon bloodline summon?" Zhao Qing asked in a flattering manner.

"Bloodline summoning cannot control the behavior of the dragon subspecies so finely. Apart from the direct effect of attracting it to the center, the influence range of other effects is extremely limited..." Xia Mi showed the quality of a top expert and immediately came to the conclusion: "It is a super spiritual word spirit."

"Could it be Odin?" It sounded like this kind of words could not be released by an ordinary dragon king, Zhao Qing made a rough guess.

"It's hard to say... The alchemical matrix can increase the level and power of the Word Spirit, and the Dragon Civilization also has the deeply hidden 'Elder Council'." Xia Mi said while drinking Coke: "In addition, there may be no shortage of powerful alchemical relics that can be used in the ruins of the Age of Gods ten thousand years ago in R."

Zhao Qing was thinking about something and continued to ask: "Didn't the Black King just create the Four Great Lords ten thousand years ago? How do you know about the 'Age of Gods City Ruins' built by the descendants of the ancient White King at that time?"

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(End of this chapter)