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

Gen Chisei stood at the elevator entrance, the Spider-Knife in his hand trembling slightly. In the surveillance video, Tachibana Masamune - the "head of the family" whom he respected like a father - was holding a clapper and showing an unfamiliar, almost ferocious expression to Eri.

And Eri, the girl whom he should have regarded as his sister, just calmly wrote down the refusal sentence "Go out, I don't want to see anyone today", and then Tachibana Masamune started the exhaust fan without hesitation, intending to control her by force.

"What's this?"

His voice seemed to be squeezed out from the depths of his throat, his fingers clenched unconsciously, his nails almost digging into his palms.

"Gen-kun, do you believe it now?"

Chu Zihang's voice came from the communicator, calm and clear: "You always thought he was doing this for the future of the Eight Snake Families, but in fact, he is just using all of you."

Yuan Zhisheng's breathing quickened: "Impossible..."

But the picture doesn't lie. Tachibana Masamune's expression, tone, and actions all reveal some kind of cold calculation. He even turned around and left without hesitation after the exhaust fan started, as if Eri was just a weapon to be recycled.

"You have ten seconds to decide whether to intervene." Chu Zihang said calmly: "Otherwise, we will take action."

Zhao Qing had already penetrated into the electronic system of Genji Heavy Industries a few days ago, and all monitoring data was synchronized and backed up to her independent server. Tachibana Masamune thought he was in control of the overall situation, but he didn't know that his every move had already been recorded.

At the same time, in order to avoid the adverse effects of the clapper sounds, she also fooled Eri through the PS game channel, making her immersed in the fun of playing "silent" jokes on people in recent days, that is, using Judgment to "kill" the surrounding sounds, and then interpreting the sentences according to Professor Zhao Qing's "lip reading".

This kind of small game and new knowledge will definitely lose its appeal over time, but in the short term, it is enough to make Herzog's plan fail and the clapper sound completely ineffective.

Zhao Qing understands human nature well, especially a pure and sensitive girl like Eri, a little bit of fun can occupy most of her mind.

Gen Chisei's pupils suddenly shrank, and countless days and nights spent with Tachibana Masamune flashed through his mind. Those teachings and care turned into sharp blades at this moment, cutting his heart, and his fingers trembled slightly.

"Five seconds."

He looked up suddenly, his eyes as sharp as a knife.

"I go."

If the family affection of the past was just a hypocritical deception, then he would tear apart this lie with his own hands.

……

The corridor of the first floor of Genji Heavy Industries was immersed in the scarlet of the alarm, and the metal floor reflected the flickering warning lights, like flowing blood coagulated in the veins of steel. Tachibana Masamune's leather heels tapped on the ground, and the echo was shattered by the hum of the ventilation system.

He turned around suddenly and looked at the passage behind him which was also blocked by drones, a hint of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes.

"It seems like someone doesn't want me to take Eri away..."

However, just as Tachibana Masamune was about to force a breakthrough, new footsteps were heard at the end of the corridor - steady and slow, but with a certain unstoppable sense of oppression.

It comes from far away and is like the drumbeat of death.

Yuan Zhisheng walked over step by step, the Spider Cutters and Boy Cutters in his hands shone with cold light, reflecting his resolute and unyielding face. There was both anger and sadness in his eyes, which was the despair of the collapse of faith and the determination to reveal the truth.

"Dad..." Yuan Zhisheng's voice was low and hoarse, as if it came from the depths of hell, "What were you doing just now?"

His eyes were fixed on Tachibana Masamune. The screen of the hovering drone behind him was playing Tachibana Masamune's attempt to control Eri, as well as the cold words "What a pity".

Tachibana Masamune's eyes were hiding and flickering, but soon, his expression returned to calm, and he even had a hint of helpless smile.

"Chisheng, you misunderstood." He slowly raised his hand and made a soothing gesture, "Eri's mental state has been very unstable recently. I'm just trying to help her calm down."

"Stabilize her emotions?" Yuan Zhisheng's voice was as cold as ice. "Use an exhaust fan to suffocate her? Use the sound of a clapper to control her?"

Tachibana Masamune's smile froze slightly, but soon he sighed again, and his tone became heavy.

"There are some things I didn't want you to know...but now it seems I have to tell you."

He took a step forward, his eyes dark, "Eri is my biological daughter, but she was once contaminated by dragon blood. Her power is too dangerous. If she loses control, all of Tokyo will be destroyed. I am protecting everyone."

Yuan Zhisheng's fingers clenched the hilt of the knife, and his knuckles turned white.

"Protect?" He sneered, "Then why didn't you tell me in advance? Why did you do all this in secret? Even secretly raising Deadpool in the basement of the building?"

Tachibana Masamune was silent for a moment, then shook his head: "Because I don't want you to bear these... You are the future of the Snake Eight Clan, and you shouldn't be tainted by these darkness." He let out a long breath, raised his head and chanted softly: "My heart has long been sick, and my soul in my dreams is wandering in the barren wilderness."

His tone was sincere, even with a hint of fatherly kindness.

But Yuan Zhisheng did not waver.

"No, you're not protecting me."

His voice became colder and colder. "You are using her... just like you used me and the little girl."

Tachibana Masamune's expression finally changed.

"Zhisheng, you've been misled." His voice lowered, with a hint of threat, "Who showed you these images? Who is trying to sow discord between us?"

Gen Chisei did not answer, but slowly raised the knife, with the tip of the knife pointing directly at Tachibana Masamune.

"Tell me the truth." He whispered, "Otherwise, you won't be able to leave here today."

"That's enough." Tachibana Masamune looked at Minamoto Chisei with a look of disappointment and heartache, as if he was facing a child who had gone astray: "Chisei, you actually questioned me because of a few words from an outsider? The Eight Snakes have come to this day, and every step I took was the result of my painstaking efforts."

He suddenly reached out and ripped off the family crest on his chest that symbolized his status as the patriarch. The metal pendant hit the ground with a crisp sound, causing ripples in the silent corridor. "What do you think those images can prove? They are nothing but a conspiracy that took things out of context!"

"Zhisheng, you've been used by Chu Zihang and his gang!"

Tachibana Masamune raised his voice a few degrees, trying to regain Minamoto Chisei's trust with words, "Who are they? They are lackeys of other forces, foreign enemies who are trying to undermine the stability of the Snake Eight Clan! Do you want to see your family fall into chaos because of your momentary impulse?"

Yuan Zhisheng's eyes wavered for a moment, but then became firm again.

He took a deep breath and said slowly: "Dad, I once trusted you so much and regarded you as the beacon of my life. But everything you said now cannot explain what you did to Eri. Those images are not taken out of context, but are irrefutable evidence."

Although he only watched the video indirectly, the slightly distorted sound of the bangzi still caused mental interference to Yuan Zhisheng, making him feel inexplicably great malice - after all, they were also embryos from Black Swan Harbor, so Herzog naturally had done similar things.

Seeing this, Tachibana Masamune knew that words could no longer convince Minamoto Chisei. His eyes became stern, and he suddenly retreated. He immediately took out the pair of black wooden clappers again and struck them lightly:
"Since you are still stubborn... Zhisheng, I can only tell you that the truth is never meant for losers."

"Crack!"

The moment the first crisp sound exploded, Yuan Zhisheng's pupils suddenly shrank. Broken blocks of color appeared on his retina, as if someone had poured a bucket of ice water into his optic nerve.

The blocks of color wriggled to form a blurry picture: a railroad track in a snowstorm, an embryo floating in a glass jar, a figure in a white coat writing “π” and “ω” in a notebook…

"Is this... my... memory?" Genjisheng knelt on one knee, and the Spider Cutter was inserted into the cracks in the floor to barely stabilize his body. The Boy Cutter fell to the ground with a clang, and the blade reflected his distorted face - veins on his forehead bulged, and the flames of his golden eyes were obscured by some kind of gray.

Tachibana Masamune did not answer. His lips were pressed into a pale line, and the sound of the clapper changed from monotonous percussion to a complex rhythm, like the shamanic ritual ballads circulated in the rain forests of Central America.

The second, third, and fourth beats - each one precisely hit the gap between Gen Chisei's heartbeats, causing his muscle memory to begin to betray his will. The hand holding the knife loosened involuntarily and instead grasped his own throat, watching Tachibana Masamune retreat with a smile, the rhythmic tapping of his wooden clogs.

Then, a bronze drone turned its gun, and a storm of ice crystal fragments shot out rapidly, covering the entire range of the "dancer"'s dodging. As a result, Tachibana Masamune was hit and fell to the ground in a daze, his body twitching but unable to move.

A simple and practical carrier of the Life and Death Talisman, made from a large piece of black ice containing complex true energy that has been cut several times. One side can produce millions of bullets, each of which has a very strong stopping effect, surpassing traditional mercury core armor-piercing bullets and Frigga anesthetic bullets, and has a special effect of ignoring scale armor.

Dragon skin and dragon scales are not high-density materials that are difficult for true Qi to penetrate. They also have many tiny pores that are extremely difficult to close completely.

Although dragon blood is rich in vitality and can theoretically be repeatedly washed to form a protective barrier, this is a difficult operation that is simply impossible to achieve for hybrids and brainless Deadpools who can only use a single word spirit. Only the owners of defensive word spirits such as the "Dustless Land" can resist it.

The wily and scheming Masamune Tachibana was captured alive.

……

At the same time, in a hidden research institute in an abandoned warehouse more than ten miles away, Herzog stared at the scene of Tachibana Masamune's arrest on the surveillance screen, and his pale fingers crushed the test tube in his hand.

The light green liquid corroded his leather shoes, producing green smoke. He sneered at the empty laboratory: "A bunch of idiots, thinking that they can threaten the chess player by grabbing the chess pieces?"

He turned and walked towards the cryogenic incubator. Dozens of humanoid creatures in the culture fluid slowly opened their red-gold eyes. The one in the center had the same face as the young Uesugi Yue. "My trump card is more powerful than you think."

"The plan is all messed up... But it doesn't matter." Herzog sneered and took out the data file from the drawer next to him. "I still have Uesugi Yue's clone and Eri's gene sample... As long as we leave Japan and get out of the vortex of crisis, everything can start over again."

As the actual controller of the Snake Eight Families and the Oni Clan, the hospital where Uesugi Yue went for annual physical examinations had long been secretly bribed and controlled by him.

Although it was not necessary to anesthetize this "Emperor" and put him on the operating table, it was easy to draw a few tubes of blood legally and in compliance with regulations. I got them many years ago and began to cultivate them secretly as a last resort.

The clone is certainly not as strong as the real person, and has great defects compared to Genjiro. It cannot awaken the same Word Spirit Black Sun. However, in terms of physical strength, after being strengthened by the ancient dragon serum, it has reached the level of tens of tons or even over a hundred tons.

"Jingle Bell--"

When Herzog was thinking about how to use his last weapon, his private communicator suddenly rang, displaying the number "000-000-0000", but his mobile phone number was absolutely confidential and no stranger had ever called him.

Herzog frowned, hesitated for a moment, and slowly pressed the answer button: "Who?"

"You're more miserable than expected, Doctor."

On the other end of the line, a smiling male voice sounded, vicissitudes and pleasant: "Do you still remember me, your old friend? We once shared the glory of the Soviet Union, and drank Red Label Vodka like comrades, with a hundred thousand years of old ice floating in the glass."

Herzog's pupils contracted suddenly.

He will never forget this voice - in the winter of 1991 on the Siberian ice field, the KGB major who claimed to be the last prince of the Romanov dynasty shot himself in the heart and was killed by the mysterious man who was shot to death by himself with a submachine gun across the boat.

"It's you, Bondarev!" Herzog dug his fingers deep into his palm, "You're still alive?"

"The name is just a code name, Doctor." The other party chuckled, and the sound of waves could be heard in the background. "Just like the shadow warriors you trained, the same code name can have many carriers. You and I are not absolute enemies. Since we meet again here, why not make a deal?"

"Stop talking nonsense!" Herzog gritted his teeth, "What do you want?"

"Cooperation." The other party's voice was still calm. "I can provide a White King's bloodline that is more perfect than that girl, as long as you are willing to share the research data of 'God'. Our goals have always been the same - to follow the path of evolution and ascend to the throne of the world."

“Then we will share the world.”

"I've heard such words before, but the result is a shameless betrayal." Herzog narrowed his eyes, and countless thoughts flashed through his mind: "Why should I trust you again?"

"Just by..." The other party paused, "I can let you leave Japan alive."

Just as Herzog was about to continue speaking, there was a loud explosion outside the institute.

In the red light of the alarm, he saw on the surveillance screen that Yuan Zhinv led the elite of the Menggui Clan to break through the outer defense line. There were dense gunshots and screams everywhere - it was obvious that the guards here were being quickly wiped out.

"No time for small talk." The male voice on the other end of the phone paused slightly, "Have you thought about it?"

"Damn it!" Herzog cursed and hung up the phone abruptly. He pressed the red button on the console, and more than a dozen culture chambers opened with a bang. The shadow warriors who had just awakened tore off the restraints, and their joints made crisp sounds like metal friction. The surface of their skin was quickly covered with blue-gray scales.

At this moment, the sword light of Genjitsu split the door open. The red cherry-colored long sword drew a strange red light in the liquid nitrogen mist, and collided with the claw blade of the shadow warrior, splashing dazzling sparks.

"Stop him!"

——“Swish!”

The blade suddenly became light, like catkins in the wind, first penetrating three inches into the flesh, then suddenly pulling horizontally - the crisp sound of broken ribs mixed with the muffled sound of flesh being torn, and the first shadow warrior flew backwards.

"I found you." Genji's voice was colder than a blade.

He suddenly turned sideways, and the hem of his windbreaker raised a dark arc, avoiding the heavy punch of the Uesugi Yue clone that was strong enough to penetrate the tank armor. The red cherry long sword slashed from bottom to top, and the blade light broke through the mist like a crescent moon, and beautiful blood flowers bloomed from the spine to the back of the neck.

Since there was no time to record combat experience and they could not be controlled remotely, and because their bodies were stiff after just waking up and they were not equipped with alchemical weapons, these shadow warriors were much weaker than in an ideal state.

Herzog took the opportunity to rush to the secret door, just like the "king general" at the beginning, but at this moment, the phone rang again.

He hesitated for a moment, but finally picked up the phone. "It seems you can't hold on any longer." Bondarev's voice was full of joking. "It's a pity that the deal is cancelled."

"you--!"

The phone hangs up.

Herzog's face was completely gloomy.

——He lost completely.

In the sky outside the research institute, tens of thousands of sickle-tailed weasels whizzed by, with the largest having a wingspan of two or three meters. They circled several times, as if they had received some orders and chose to evacuate in time. The remaining ultrasonic waves buzzed and dissipated after more than ten seconds.

……

The spire of Milan Cathedral pierced the leaden clouds, and its Gothic ribs cast spider-web-like shadows in the night.

Passi Gattuso walked silently through the side corridor. The hem of his light gray suit swept across the fourteenth-century granite tiles. The cuffs of his Florentine white shirt glowed with a faint cold light. The dark pattern of his silver-gray scarf flowed in the dim light coming through the stained glass windows like a dormant snake.

Her long golden hair fell, covering half of her face, revealing one ocean-blue eye as calm as water, while the other light golden eye was like the eye of some rare Persian cat - gentle, sharp, yet with an indescribable sense of alienation.

The cast iron door of the chapel slid open silently in front of him, and the air was filled with the faint scent of orange blossoms. The central statue of the Virgin Mary lowered her eyes, compassionate and distant, and the dim candlelight flickered, casting unstable light and shadows, coating the inscriptions on the sarcophagi on both sides with a layer of flowing gold.

Patsy's eyes passed over the ancient names—Borgia, Medici, Sforza—and finally rested on the last, a crystal white marble sarcophagus.

The coffin lid is carved with a young woman in a plain gauze robe.

In order to prevent the deceased's face from being known to outsiders, the sculptor specially carved a veil for her, but even so, it could not prevent many unrelated worshippers from stopping in front of the sarcophagus, admiring the beauty of the face and lamenting the transience of life.

The date of birth and death and surname of the deceased were written in gold on the side of the sarcophagus. Her surname was a very rare one, Gullveig, and she was only 26 years old when she died.

This name is almost unknown in the history of the hybrids, but in Norse mythology, it represents a witch who was stabbed and burned three times by the Aesir with a spear, and reborn three times. Legend has it that she controls the magic of gold and is also the messenger of the Vanir.

Percy watched quietly for a while, then reached out and gently stroked the coffin lid. His fingertips touched the cold stone surface, as if he was touching a deliberately buried history. His expression was hard to tell. "Ma'am, I'm sorry." He whispered, so soft that only he could hear it.

This should have been a simple mission - Frost ordered him to come and take the sarcophagus, saying that "the family needs to relocate her remains." But Percy knew that the Gattuso family's orders were never so simple.

He thought about it and put down the aluminum alloy password box he was carrying.

The box opened, revealing a specially made notebook and a black envelope. He took out the envelope and poured out a silver-white metal card—it was Frost Gattuso's white card, representing the Gattuso family's highest authority in Kassel College.

The surface of the card is as smooth as a mirror, with no chip or magnetic strip. Only when you touch it with your fingertips can you feel the subtle lines - that is the mark of alchemy, not the product of modern technology.

"Norma, get in."

When it is plugged into the USB port of a laptop, after a few seconds, the screen refreshes and jumps to an extremely primitive interface - the network background of Kassel Academy, without any aesthetic decoration, only simple color blocks and rough text.

People who can access this page don't need a fancy UI, they just need permissions.

The highest authority.

Percy's fingertips tapped lightly on the keyboard, and lines of dark green characters scrolled rapidly on the screen. His lenses reflected cold light, like some kind of electronic ghost peeping at the world in the dark.

He wasn't stealing data, he was actively uploading something.

——Bypassing Norma’s surveillance system…

——Establish independent channels...

——Access to encrypted communications…

A few seconds later, a dark dialog box popped up, without any logo, but only a simple line of text:

"Verified. Who are you?"

Percy's mouth curled up slightly, his fingers hovered over the keyboard, he thought for a second, and then typed a reply:

"The shadow of the Gattuso family."

The other party was silent for a few seconds, and then replied:

"Prove your worth."

Percy's fingers didn't stop as he typed quickly: "I understand that you might be looking for a middle-aged man named Chu, right? The man who disappeared on the highway."

The cursor in the dialog box flashed twice. The other party was obviously very sensitive to this name: "This opening remark is very dangerous, Mr. Butler of the Gattuso family, but please continue..."

"It's not as dangerous as Ms. Gulveig's choice back then."

Percy's eyes flickered in the blue light. "From what I know, she may have stolen the long-lost treasure of the Secret Party, the Black King's Egg, from the Gattuso family, and handed it over to this hidden S-level commissioner, a super executive on the gray list."

"The Black King's Egg? After the Summer Mourning incident in 1900, it fell into the hands of the Gattuso family? This is enough for the Secret Party Elders to launch the most intense counterattack and revenge against Gattuso."

The cursor in the dialog box paused for a moment, and then a reply popped up: "Your last name and position do not seem to support your current behavior."

Patsy's fingers tapped lightly on the keyboard: "Positions can be changed, just as history can be tampered with."

"The Gattuso family's history can be traced back to the mythical era, but we claim to be a 'new family' that has only been around for a hundred years. In fact, our bloodline is much older than that."

"continue."

"There are more than 40 family heads and hundreds of brides, but none of the brides' names were fully recorded. Their surnames were deliberately erased. Not because of betrayal, but because they should not be remembered in the first place."

"They are neither human nor ordinary hybrids. Their marriages are full of conspiracy and involuntary consent."

"They are descendants of the Vanir Protoss. They can allow their offspring to break through the limits of hybrids and even... directly evolve into pure-blooded dragons."

The cursor on the other side of the screen flickered, as if shocked by the information: "Vanir?"

"Another tribe of gods in Norse mythology, hostile to the Aesir, but eventually reconciled."

Percy's fingers paused on the keyboard for a moment. "But in the history of the dragon race, they are not gods, but dragons—pure-blooded ancient dragons, perhaps even the first generation, who were born long before the four monarchs."

"The Dragon Elder Council? Did the Vanir participate in the war to kill the Black King?" the other party asked.

"Perhaps." Percy typed out a thrilling reply: "The war between the Vanir and the Aesir is hiding the truth behind the fall of the Black King Nidhogg - both sides teamed up to betray him, and then a civil war broke out over the distribution of power."

"And Gulveig, the mother of Caesar Catuso, may be the last pure descendant of the Vanir."

"Evidence." A short word finally popped up in the dialog box.

Instead of answering directly, Percy uploaded a document first - a scan of an ancient parchment scroll that recorded the list of brides of the Gattuso family. However, the second half of many of the names were roughly crossed out, leaving only blurred ink marks.

But after being restored through modern optical technology, those erased surnames, Freya, Narsus, Njord, Skadi... all point to the most prominent surnames of the Vanir.

There was a long silence on the other end of the screen, and finally a reply: "This information is shocking enough, but we need verifiable parts."

Percy was well prepared and quickly uploaded the second file - a map of Tokyo, highlighting the area around Meiji Jingu Shrine and several winding route maps.

"The whereabouts of Guerveg in the past are from the Gattuso family's archives, the seventh-level encrypted area, the authority level is SS."

Percy replied calmly, "It only exists in the independent server of Gattuso's home, and the access records show that Frost Gattuso had accessed it alone three years ago."

"As for Chu Tianjiao..." He pulled out a third file, which contained the coordinates of several secret bases of the Gattuso family around the world:
"These locations all have perfect alchemical matrices, which are enough to block most detection methods and imprison an S-level member. If he is still alive, there is a certain possibility that he is in these places. Of course, it is not ruled out that there are more secret locations that I am not qualified to know yet."

The cursor on the screen remained still for a few seconds, and then a new line of text popped up in the dialog box: "Valuable, exactly the key information we need, but what is your purpose?"

Percy's fingers hovered over the keyboard, his eyes fixed on the veiled face on the sarcophagus.

"Perhaps to find out my origins. Uncle Frost said that an assassin's life doesn't need a past. But I want to know, who was I before I became 'Passi Gattuso'?"

He typed slowly, "Or maybe... it's to try to escape from the life of darkness and leave traces of walking in the light in the world. Not seeking freedom, but only dreams."

"I need an answer... before it's too late."

The other party did not respond immediately, as if weighing the authenticity of the words: "We will verify the intelligence you provided. If most of it is true, we are willing to have further contact."

Percy typed the last line softly: "Looking forward to our next conversation."

He closed the dialog box and pulled out the white card. The dark green characters on the screen receded like a tide and finally returned to darkness.

In the chapel, the candlelight was still flickering, and the scent of orange blossoms lingered. Outside the window, a sudden rainstorm hit, washing the Gothic spire. Percy stood up, straightened his silver-gray scarf, and his light gray suit shone faintly in the shadows, like an assassin about to step into the light.

"time to go."

He whispered to the statue of the Virgin Mary: "Go and see if there is really a place in this world where shadows can leave their footprints."

When Percy pushed open the side door, the heavy rain immediately soaked her long hair, and her sea blue and light gold eyes were particularly bright in the rain.

He stood on the steps, looking at the city lights in the distance, feeling a rare sense of confusion.

He has lived in the dark all his life - as the "shadow" of Gattuso's family, he has never really stood in the sun.

He calculated how much the world owed him, and quietly killed those who owed him the most, so that he would be forever clear of all ties with the world.

But there was one account he couldn't settle.

——The one who deprived him of the life he should have had.

——Caesar Gattuso.

His "little brother".

In the distance, several black cars were driving over puddles, their headlights piercing through the rain curtain, illuminating the smile on Passy's lips - that was not the perfect smile trained by the Gattuso family, but the relief and courage of a real person when he chose to betray his fate.

The Warner witch ten thousand years ago, the Gattuso bride thousands of years ago, and the shadow running in the rain at this moment, their blood resonates on the gene chain, weaving into a web spanning thousands of years.

It captures the power of the Black King, the grievances of the gods, and a young man's ultimate question of "existence" - who am I? Where do I come from? Where should I go?
……

A few hours later, the rain in Tokyo finally stopped, and the puddles on the streets reflected the setting sun, creating sparkling golden light.

The dusk spread across the sky like a tide, dyeing the outlines of the city buildings dark blue. The remaining clouds were ignited by the setting sun, turning into rainbows all over the sky, like spilled rouge smudged across the sky.

In the temporary underground base, Zhao Qing looked at Shi Yiguang who had just woken up and smiled slightly: "The information provided by Percy is quite good. The location of the secret base he marked has been verified. Whether Chu Tianjiao has been imprisoned in these places, I believe we will soon get definite results..."

At the beginning of Dragon Clan 3, Caesar said that Meiji Shrine was a place he must visit in his life, but he did not explain the reason. It seems that it is mostly related to his mother. Chu Tianjiao has a mysterious R-class sword in his hand. The two are somewhat related, which is not too surprising.

In 1988, Chu Tianjiao, who had just graduated from Kassel, took back the Black King's Egg, which had been lost for nearly a hundred years, from the Gattuso family for the first generation of the Lionheart Society. He kept it close to him for a long time until the summer 16 years later, when the Dragon King behind Gattuso came and took the item back.

It has to be said that this is a legend that almost no one knows about - history is always like this, the truth is buried, the heroes are forgotten, but those unfinished chess games will eventually be continued by someone.

She seemed to be thinking about something, and continued, "Speaking of which, since Ange and Uesugi Yue have already evacuated from the Night Food Plain, the space gap has been sealed, and the anti-radiation drugs have been distributed, it is better to detonate the nuclear bomb as soon as possible. After all, delaying it will cause changes."

If Odin has any hidden tricks up his sleeve, use this to eliminate them once and for all.

Shi Yiguang nodded, controlled the holographic projection screen, and entered a series of calibration passwords with an expectant look:
"Countdown, one minute."

At the height of the ruins of Tokyo Tower, a huge mirror-like door opened and closed, placing the nuclear device weighing hundreds of tons firmly in the center of the ruins. Blue energy patterns flowed on the surface of the device, like a dormant giant beast waiting for the final command.

"Ten, nine, eight..." (End of this chapter)