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

Obviously, in the process of screening out qualified testers, the recognition sensing of the bloodline must have been used.

And considering that the "wild" hybrids that have not been absorbed by the Eight Snake Families are basically the descendants of intermarriage between the Black King's bloodline from the outside world and the Japanese, although they are arresting people in Osaka, the base of the fierce demon group, it is not only not considered as an infringement on "their own" people, but it will almost be regarded as clearing away bloodline pollution.

This mixed-blood community composed of defectors from the eight Snake families is extremely xenophobic, which strengthens their identity as "evil ghosts" and their obsessive pursuit of becoming pure-blooded dragons, making the group more united.

Everything else is insignificant and is just a necessary sacrifice on the road to evolution.

The morning mist filled the sutra hall, and the woman Yamada Ayako, who was chained, suddenly twitched. She saw her pupils reflected in the bronze mirror of the shrine glowing with the golden light of a snake. Memories flooded back like a tide, and in a trance she returned to that seemingly ordinary morning three hours ago.

At 5:40 this morning, Ayako was awakened by the alarm on her cell phone. She tiptoed around her sleeping husband and saw half a piece of mackerel sushi left over from last night on the kitchen chopping board - this was the lunch box prepared for her six-year-old daughter.

She pushed her old lady's stroller out, and the briefcase in the stroller basket was pressing down the sunny doll that her daughter had hand-painted last week. The crayon marks were smudged in the morning dew, like some kind of ominous omen.

"Give way! Give way!"

Ayako had to stand on one foot in the bicycle stream at the west exit of Shinjuku Station. Her shallow leather shoes got stuck in the gaps of the tram tracks, and her stockings were wet with morning dew and stuck to her calves. The man in the navy blue suit in front of her turned back to help lift the bicycle, and his tie clip had a faded cherry blossom badge on it.

"Thank you, Mr. Sato." Ayako recognized that this was the accounting staff who worked in the Marunouchi Building.

The two of them kept half a wheel's distance apart and rode side by side in the rush hour. In the side pocket of Sato Shuji's briefcase was a thermos cup, with the Pikachu sticker that his daughter had put on during the kindergarten sports meet still on the cup. The plastic edge had curled and turned yellow.

When they met at Chidorigafuchi slope, the morning light was penetrating the withered branches of cherry blossoms. This urban romance should have been the talk of the town in the pub, if the two had not encountered the express tricycle that suddenly rushed out in the opposite direction from the street corner, and had their mouths and noses covered by the ether handkerchief while they were hastily trying to avoid it.

When the masked, gun-wielding burly man sneered as he lifted up Yamada Ayako and put her into the van, the last thing she saw was the oranges rolling on the asphalt road - the fruits that escaped from the holes in the plastic bag looked like miniature suns under the morning glow.

The sound of metal instruments colliding interrupted her memories, and Ayako heard the heavy breathing of the man beside her.

"Please... please let us go! We can negotiate the ransom and everything! My daughter just graduated from elementary school, she can't lose her father!"

Shuji Sato managed a roar through his teeth, but this undoubtedly seemed too naive. The cruel criminals had long lost their compassion and there was no hope for them.

"Don't be afraid..." Ayako murmured in a weak voice, as if she was gathering strength to resist, or as if she was comforting herself in a desperate situation. The iron chain made a tiny noise as she trembled.

She suddenly remembered the half-turned rice ball in the microwave before she went out, the newly replaced lisianthus in the vase in the entrance hall, and the text message sent by her best friend on the lock screen of her mobile phone: "Be sure to prepare an umbrella during the rainy season."

These ordinary yet almost sacred daily fragments, in the moment of fear, appear more dazzling than the gilded statues in the temple.

"Let's begin. You two have to be obedient." Fujiwara Nobunosuke smiled and unscrewed the newly purchased refrigerator. Then he snapped his fingers. The Mexican gunman immediately inserted two indigo test tubes into the portable heating device. After the temperature rose to the critical point of 37.5℃, he took them out and shook them gently.

The masked officer nodded approvingly: "The concentration of the blood of these two test subjects is just enough to allow the 'Swan Blood' to show the most perfect transformation process. Afterwards, we can also collect the cerebrospinal fluid of the test subjects for comparison and targeted optimization as needed."

As the white mist of liquid nitrogen rose, the gilded mask of Minamoto no Chitose shifted slightly, and the sunlight leaking in from outside the palace cut thin golden lines on the mossy stone slabs. He saw the dandelion balls stuck in the woman's hair - the most common wild flowers on the Yodo River bank.

"Start the injection." General Wang's voice came from a hidden device, and the order was like an ice pick piercing his cochlea.

The burly man with a gun pried open Sato's jaw, but the accounting clerk suddenly burst out with amazing strength.

He actually smashed the opponent's goggles with his forehead, and the glass fragments left long cracks on the prayer flags - perhaps this was the unregistered bloodline talent awakening at the critical moment of life and death.

But three sedatives were immediately injected into his carotid artery, nailing him back to the hell of reality.

Sato Shuji's body was convulsing violently, his purple-black blood vessels jumping like a group of thin snakes, and the scaly skin was exposed at the cracks on his suit sleeves. This office worker who always hunched over was now growling like a beast, and the veins on his neck were bulging like coiled tree roots.

"What a masterpiece! An ordinary D-level and E-level hybrid can reach the level of A+ after the injection, with such self-healing ability! Even when the drug's power has not yet been fully exerted! No evolutionary drug on the market can compare to it!"

Fujiwara Nobunosuke casually retracted the nano-folding knife that had stabbed into the opponent's shoulder socket, letting the blood gush out from the wound, which was gradually covered by new scales, while he whistled to adjust the dosage of the second potion.

The man with the baby face turned his eyes to Ayako, and suddenly remembered the girl he met at the convenience store this morning - they looked exactly alike. The upskirt photos he took with his mobile phone at that time were still in the album, but now he was going to witness an even more wonderful ritual of depravity.

Yamada Ayako was pressed in front of the bronze incense burner, and the incense ash fell on the back of her trembling hands. Genji smelled the cheap conditioner in her hair, as cheap as the same cherry blossom shampoo used by the apprentice shrine maiden he made into a wax figure on that rainy night two years ago.

Memories broke through the spiritual seal like a flood. He was seventeen years old that year. Deep in the abandoned equipment storage room, in the heavy cast iron bathtub, the eyeballs of thirteen girls slowly sank to the bottom in the amber resin.

The hems of their kimonos were still stained with camellia pollen, but the tortoise-shell combs in their hair had already solidified into eternal specimens.

Fujiwara Nobunosuke's second injection was already against Ayako's neck.

Moonlight flowed through the girls’ empty eye sockets. The phantom of the king seemed to appear from behind the statue of Acala. His fingers, like dead branches, stroked the hair of the plasticized corpse. “What a beautiful work of art! They achieved immortality at the most beautiful moment.”

"Brother..." Yuan Zhinv moved her lips silently under the Dragon King mask, and a taste of rust rose in her throat.

The sharp blade of the spider cut through the rain curtain, and what was reflected in Genshisei's eyes was not the devil, but the boy holding a collection of poems and feeding pigeons on the steps of the shrine. The pierced chest should have frozen all the temperature, but at this moment, the left ventricle burned again because of the woman's sobbing.

At that moment he saw clearly that deep in the pupils of all the wax figures there were crying souls curled up.

At this moment, the prayer flags in the Buddhist temple fluttered without wind, and the sobbing of countless young girls resonated on the eardrums.

Yuan Zhinv saw that the hand holding the knife was fading, melting from the bony outline of a young man into the shadow of a twelve-year-old child.

Was it really the evil spirit that was controlling him at the time, or was it his deeper, cowardly self that longed to be killed by his brother?
"Stop..." The last sound he uttered was as thin as a mosquito's. His eyes gradually turned white and lost their luster. This was because the mask of the king's nobleman was infinitely proliferating inside his skull, and fangs grew out of every crack.

This devil who can never be killed seemed to whisper in Yuan Zhinv's mind: "You were born an evil ghost, and even death is a luxury delusion."

Boundless shadows seeped in from every pore, freezing him back into a perfect puppet under the gilded mask, solidifying him into his cowardly original personality, and imprisoned under the clothes of Yunzhong Juejian Ji.

The red sword light that was once powerful enough to cut through a waterfall was now unable to split even the falling dandelion seeds.

The Chanmaru masked cadre glanced at the "Dragon King" in confusion, and continued to watch the strange scenes in the hall excitedly, as if he was enjoying an exciting performance.

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The friction sound of the syringe piston being pushed to the bottom woke up Yamada Ayako. She clearly felt that her nails were peeling off at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the new bone spurs penetrated the flesh of her fingertips, shining like mother-of-pearl in the morning light.

But beneath this beautiful appearance is heart-wrenching pain - it's like tens of millions of ants are gnawing along the bone marrow, chewing up and recombining the human gene chain.

At one point, she suddenly saw her mother holding her hand when she was dying, and burst into tears: "Ayako must be like the pufferfish, and muster up the courage to live no matter how hard it is."

As the innocent woman who was kidnapped gradually fell into a deep sleep, Fujiwara Nobunosuke's nano-folding knife moved around her collarbone, and the blade opened a shirt button. "Look, the scales start to grow from here."

He explained elegantly like a biology teacher, and blue-gray ripples appeared on the skin where the tip of the knife passed.

"Ahhh——" The wails of the accounting clerks were mixed with the screams of reptiles. The stiff-bodied Yuan Zhinv could no longer bear to watch, but in her heart, she vaguely envied the men and women who were undergoing the transformation - at least their suffering would finally come to an end the moment the transformation into a dragon was completely completed.

And the torture he must endure was destined to last until the end of Ragnarok, from the moment the dragon genes split into two mirror-like spiral chains of good and evil many years ago.

However, no matter how the gears of fate change and push oneself into the abyss of depravity, Wang Jiang, the mastermind behind the scenes, should still be judged and stopped from continuing to taint the world with those inhumane experiments and twisted ambitions and becoming the ultimate winner of the ghoul theory.

"Generally speaking, the transaction of the highest-level evolutionary medicine, 'Swan Blood', is extremely rare. It has never happened that 80 bottles are sold at once... You know, the version taken by the Ghost cadres is not even one-tenth of its effectiveness, which is already unbearable."

Despite losing her ability to move, Genjiro still calmly analyzed the intelligence: "It seems that the 'Quetzalcoatan' is indeed very important in the king's plan, and he is willing to sell the original 'foundation' to the outside world for this."

"At the founding ceremony of the Kansai Mutual Aid Association last week, those officials wearing Noh masks all had pinhole scars on their knuckles from injections of evolutionary drugs. On the surface, they said they were providing relief to unemployed workers in the Hanshin area, but in reality, they were transporting containers labeled 'agricultural machinery' to Tokyo."

"Combined with the torn copy of My Struggle that I saw in Kabukicho last night, and the scale of today's transaction, it is very likely that General Wang is preparing for a large-scale operation, brewing a conspiracy beyond imagination, and needs a lot of cannon fodder who are almost deadpool to cover his sight."

Yuan Zhinu's mind was spinning rapidly. Although his body was bound by fear and pain, his mind was like a wild horse running wild, analyzing the situation quickly:
"During this period, the Yamata no Orochi, which is hiding somewhere, has become more and more active. I am afraid that the White King's resurrection has entered the countdown. This is the scene that the King General is most looking forward to. However, the explosive reproduction and spread of the Ghost Tooth Dragon Viper has excessively caused military intervention by the M Army stationed in Japan, and martial law has been implemented in many places."

"Although the Oni Clan has a strong force that can fight against the main family and controls more than 100,000 gang members, they have no chance of winning if they confront the M Army, let alone the Self-Defense Forces. Under such circumstances, it is almost impossible for General Wang to find and control the 'God' and complete his evolution." "The only way now is to give it a try and get something out of the fire. The only way is to rely on the powerful individual special operations advantage to cause riots in Tokyo, quickly capture the Parliament Building and the Prime Minister's Office, and take advantage of the people's anger at the government's inability to provide disaster relief to activate the National Emergency Clause and take over temporary command."

Genji suddenly remembered the gunshots on a snowy night in 1939.

Those young officers who shouted "Respect the Emperor and Punish the Traitors" rushed to the Prime Minister's residence in the snow after the February 26th Mutiny, but three days later they were identified as rebels by the Emperor himself like dogs that had lost their homes - history always repeats similar madness, but the king will obviously learn a lot from it.

Those young officers believed until their death that they were loyal subjects promoting the "Restoration", just as the Menggui cadres firmly believed that they were creating a new era, but the king would be more terrifying than the Imperial Way Faction of that year: he could turn rumors into real dragon-like poisonous fog and let panic ferment into a bloody tide sweeping across Tokyo Bay.

But a greater crisis may be hidden deep in the folds of time. Today is August 8, only four days away from the anniversary of the Great Kanto Earthquake. At that time, members of the Black Dragon Society took advantage of the chaos to massacre North Korean expatriates, but the military police acquiesced to the atrocities because chaos was the best fig leaf.

If the king now launches multiple "dragon disasters" at the same time on the day of the centenary celebration, the mobilization of the Self-Defense Forces will inevitably be hindered by the mourning crowds, and the cabinet's hesitation will be just like the paralysis of the government at the beginning.

"This is in line with the 'take the enemy in chaos' in Sun Tzu's Art of War. It also coincides with the singing of the white-clad singer on the stage of the Noh play 'Tsuchigumo' yesterday: 'The curtain of troubled times is stained with blood, fools are floating in the waves, while the wise have already woven their spider webs.'"

"Of course, this is too crazy and even close to delusion, but how can a plot against the Japanese government be compared with the White King, who is so great that he can shake the entire world? The King has been preparing for the latter for an unknown period of time, so what does the former count for?"

Minamoto no Chitose gradually realized the deeper terror - the failure of the February 26th Incident was due to the fact that the Emperor ultimately vetoed the incident, but the "new Emperor" that the King was going to create might very well be the White King who was about to awaken.

Perhaps, when the shadow of the Yamata no Orochi covers the dome of the National Diet, the people marching in the streets on the anniversary of the Great Kanto Earthquake will be bewitched and shout "Long live" to the dragon-like monster, treating the prelude to the destruction of the world as a holy war for national rejuvenation.

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Fujiwara Nobunosuke leaned against the edge of the refrigerator, staring at the gradually twisted and swollen backs of the two qualified test subjects. A half-meter-long bone tail had protruded from Yamada Ayako's tailbone, making a harsh sound as it scraped against the bluestone floor tiles. Suddenly, he smiled grimly:
"'Swan blood' cannot be wasted. The test subject must be recovered immediately. Although some samples will be lost, it is better than turning into useless blood residue."

He raised his hand to signal, and the two Mexican gunmen immediately opened the back compartment of the van. Liquid nitrogen mist at minus 196 degrees Celsius gushed out, instantly dyeing the front hall of the temple into a snowy country - this is the standard procedure for preserving high-risk dragon-like creatures. Low temperature can maximize the activity of mutant tissues.

The frost on the ground spread at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the pillars that had been mottled by years were instantly covered with ice armor.

The masked officer of Chanmaru took a half step back, watching the liquid nitrogen spray gun covering the two people who were deeply transformed into dragons. The blood drops thrown off by Sato Shuji during his struggle condensed into red agate in mid-air, and rolled into the gaps in the moss with a clang.

The vermilion lacquer on the pillars of the temple exploded into spider-web-like cracks in the low temperature, and the prayer flags hanging beside the throne also stopped fluttering shortly afterwards - not because there was no wind, but because all the fabric fibers had been welded in mid-air by ice crystals.

"Something's wrong." Yuan Zhinu's eyelashes, hidden under the mask, quickly became covered with ice crystals. He looked up at the dome of the temple, where the wind chimes wrapped in sound-absorbing cotton tape were trembling. Fine snow and hail fell through the morning mist and landed on the mask of Agui, who was standing next to him, making a crisp sound like metal hitting metal.

"Where does the snow come from in Osaka in this season? Unless... it's hail caused by the rapid rise and cooling of warm and humid air currents?" Just as Fujiwara Nobunosuke was about to step over the frozen experimental subject, the soles of his tactical boots suddenly slipped.

His fingers holding onto the van's rearview mirror froze in mid-air - in the sky reflected in the mirror, countless icy threads hung from the depths of the clouds, reflecting a colorful rainbow in the sunlight.

It was as if an invisible giant god was weaving a web of ice crystals that covered Shitennoji Temple, using the sky as the warp axis and the atmosphere as the weft.

The snow thickened without warning. The hand of the masked cadre of Chanmaru suddenly pressed on the earphone, and the voice of the king general sounded in the channel:
"Stop trading immediately! The temperature has dropped by more than 40 degrees! Someone is using words to interfere with the weather! It's suspected to be a super high-level word, 'Ice Emperor' or 'Judgment'. All personnel are ready to withdraw..."

Before he finished speaking, the morning mist on the entire foothills suddenly condensed into ice sand and fell. The stone lanterns on both sides of the shrine exploded one after another, and the emerald waves formed by the frozen moss solidified on the surface of the pillars. The lush forest outside the temple was crystallizing at a terrifying speed, blooming into an overwhelming cluster of ice roses.

A Mexican gunman tried to melt the ice with a flamethrower, but the flames instantly solidified into an amber solid, which fell to the ground in a leaping posture. The overwhelming cold air continued to spread, and in a moment it covered his entire body, freezing the entire surface of the person to form a thick ice shell.

The defense line consisting of hundreds of gunmen in the temple was quickly on the verge of collapse. The barrels of the modified carbines became rapidly brittle as the temperature dropped. Someone forcibly pulled the trigger but his fingers shattered along with it.

The sniper on the outermost edge was even worse off. The frost in the scope flowed back into his pupils, freezing his eyeballs into two pieces of ice glass that shattered on his tactical vest.

Smoke-like snow dust rose from every corner, merging with billions of hanging ice filaments and covering an area of ​​several kilometers.

Fujiwara Nobunosuke injected the unfrozen "swan blood" with all his might and activated the domain of Word Spirit Time Zero, but he fell into deeper despair in the slow-motion frames - only because the attacks that kept falling were too dense, leaving no room for escape, and there was no way out, either in heaven or on earth.

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At the same time, Zhao Qing held Shi Yi Guang's hand and floated down from a thousand meters high, landing on the eaves of the main hall of Shitennoji Temple.

She looked at the frozen sky and sighed softly: "The fierce ghosts really can't do anything good. They are all criminals who work with others to use innocent people as experimental subjects... They didn't stop along the way and finally caught up with the last chance to rescue them."

It sounds like he has full confidence in reversing Sato and Ayako's deep dragonization and breaking the cognitive barrier of this irreversible process. It seems outrageous at first glance, but considering the existence of a Dragon King-level special consultant, it is not that difficult to understand.

However, the number of lives that Herzog has killed in his experiments over the years is probably not just a few thousand or tens of thousands. If those who have been transformed into Deadpool for more than a certain period of time, or those who have been dissected, fed, or cremated, will never have a chance of coming back to life.

"General Wang's statements about Quetzalcoatl seem to be of great value...it can be used as the direction of our next research." Shi Yi Guang nodded. The two of them traveled at a speed of several Machs, and along the way they naturally collected and analyzed many diffuse echoes.

It has to be said that Herzog, as an expert in the field of White King research, does have his own original insights.

At least, it is difficult for most people to imagine that Quetzalcoatl, who is the incarnation of the wind god Ehekatel, does not belong to the lineage of the King of Sky and Wind, but is a descendant of the White King.

But if you think about it carefully, if there really is such a descendant of the White King wandering alone, in order to avoid becoming the target of public criticism, he should obviously put on a special vest and it is impossible for him to reveal his identity directly.

In addition, there has never been a saying that the "gods" who rule the local area will definitely leave bloodlines or have any connection with the royal family or priests. The key point is cultural and technological inheritance.

Herzog's most outrageous cheating technique, the "bangzi sound", was something he learned from the Indian tribes in Central America.

This unique and mysterious audio may not correspond to a simple pons splitting surgery, but may also involve the addition of some unknown auxiliary agents. For example, biological alchemy such as psychedelic mushrooms may be used to enhance the conditioned reflex effectiveness and depth of restraint of early personality switching.

Considering that the legendary "Leech God" has an image similar to a deformed worm, which is quite similar to the parasitic pattern of the White King's Holy Remains, if we dig deeper, perhaps they are the same thing?
Or, does it mean that there are actually two holy relics? One was left in the "Well of Remains", and the other had already landed in America?

If this speculation is true, and the black technology "Bangzi Sound" was actually developed and passed down by the Holy Relics, it would make people inexplicably feel that everything was designed: perhaps the birth and destruction of the false White King was all based on the script predicted by the Holy Relics from beginning to end.

Of course, it is impossible to rule out the possibility that the "bangzi sound" is the Holy Skeleton's own self-destruction, but this matter involves a top existence like the White King who can peek into the timeline, so it is better to estimate from a more complex and higher perspective.

The so-called complex scenario can basically be divided into two situations: one is that the other holy relic still retains autonomy and has the ability to command many subordinates to advance its plan; the other is that the holy relic has fallen into the hands of a mastermind behind the scenes and has no control over himself.

However, no matter what, no matter what conspiracy it is, the planner will have to send someone to get the results, and then lie in wait there, beat anyone he sees, so there is no need to worry that the enemy will not show up.

The fierce ghosts and the king general were the first ones to be hit hard. Among the important figures of the Eight Snake Families, only Tachibana Masamune, a shadow warrior, belonged to the evil side. In the order of treatment, he would naturally be ranked at the back and could be dealt with at any time.

As for how to quickly find the enemy's location, according to the existing intelligence, eleven of the eighteen underworld gangs in Osaka are loyal to the Demon Clan, and there are many local companies and parliamentarians who are its vassals. The target is obvious, and the answer can naturally be obtained by interrogating them at their doorstep.

With Zhao Qing's current level of cultivation and combat power, even if he was only a body god, he could easily defeat one of the important bases of the fierce ghosts, this heavily guarded temple with hundreds of militants equipped with anti-aircraft machine guns, individual missiles, and capture all the enemies in an instant.

The reason why it is called "capture" is not that she froze all the ghost members on the field into solid ice sculptures at once, but that each piece of ice crystal contains the complex changes of yin and yang like a life and death talisman, which lurks and invades the bodies of these people, making it difficult to resist when it breaks out.

Inside the original Buddhist temple, the faces of a dozen fierce ghost leaders, Fujiwara Nobunosuke and other people who had been planted with talismans began to turn blue and red, and their blood seemed to have hit groups of blockages. Every part of their body felt a tearing pain, causing them to roll on the frozen ground.

But even though the environment has stopped cooling down, the boards covered with a layer of condensed ice and snow are still high-risk objects.

When the thugs whose bones were invaded by the Life and Death Talisman seemed to have their internal organs grasped by invisible giant hands, they curled up into a ball with screams, and when they came into contact with the extremely cold interface, they were frozen and stuck to each other. Large pieces of flesh were torn off due to their desperate struggles, which created a scene of cruel torture like skinning purgatory.

Among them, Fujiwara Nobunosuke's performance was particularly special, probably because he opened the Word Spirit Realm to slow down the flow of time, but forgot to close it under the strong stimulation and the effect of drugs. He was always under the effect of the Life and Death Talisman, which was dozens of times that of others.

Facts have proven that the versatility of Time Zero is still limited. At least, it should not be released when encountering any danger. If you are caught in such a situation of being cut into pieces, its alleviating effect will become a torture that prolongs the pain - a typical counterproductive effect that should be included in relevant teaching cases.

"Baga! Lord General will not..." The loyal masked cadre Chanmaru seemed to possess the word spirit of Oni-sho that could ignore pain. He barely sat up from the ice and tried to cast the loser's curse.

"Noisy." Zhao Qing, who was not far away, flicked her fingers, and the ice crystals at the other person's throat immediately multiplied into a crystal orchid-like structure, freezing the unfinished words in the transparent flower buds. She walked down the stairs on the hail condensed in the air, and with every step she took, a blue lotus-shaped frost pattern bloomed.

"It is really impolite for a distinguished guest to visit without sending a visiting card in advance." After a moment's silence, General Wang's hoarse voice began to come out from the device again, but compared with the previous voice, it had a bit more of an electronically synthesized editing tone, and it was obvious that he was worried about being recognized.

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(End of this chapter)