Tokyo people don't talk about Wude

Chapter 450, Section 447: The Night of the Lord of Cinder
Night, Tokyo
"Great hero! Answer us!"

"Save us!"

"We don't want Gensokyo! Ash Heroes, come back!!"

"Please, I beg you! Ash Heroes!!!"

The streets were filled with the angry shouts of the crowd.

The roar of those three delinquents awakened confidence and hope in people's hearts. Now, the cries of all of Tokyo have converged into a giant wave, breaking through the night sky.

In the sky, Ryujin Shinazugin still hovered in mid-air, but he no longer possessed the divine majesty he once had. His body twisted and trembled like an old mechanical puppet, and he kept cursing, barely able to take care of himself.

Time passed moment by moment, each second gripping everyone's hearts.

Suddenly, something unexpected happened!

Above Tokyo Tower, the severed body that had been suspended in mid-air suddenly burst into flames without any fire.

Without wind or thunder, flames burst forth from the depths of the 'Ash Hero's' chest in a completely illogical way, as if a god had ignited a spark within him.

"Ugh—!" Ryujin Shinazugin's expression changed drastically. He was already suffering from a backlash against his soul, and this sudden intense heat brought him to the brink of collapse. He screamed as he flung the burning remains of his body away.

"Pa-ta-!"

The mangled body fell onto the rain-soaked observation deck of Tokyo Tower, but the flames on its body showed no signs of extinguishing. Instead, they intensified and burned brighter, engulfing the entire observation deck in an instant and turning Tokyo Tower into a torch illuminating the long night!

"It's him? It's him!"

"Aaaaaah—! Ash Hero!"

"The Ash Hero has appeared!"

"Ash Heroes, resurrected!! Ash Heroes, resurrected!!"

The crowd roared in unison, some even kneeling and weeping, as if witnessing a miracle.

Many more people were staring intently at the figure that gradually became clearer in the burning sea of ​​fire—a young man emerging from the flames!
The young man's long hair cascaded down his back like an ink waterfall, dancing wildly in the wind.

He was shirtless, his body covered in lava-like cracks and scorch marks, as if fire was flowing through his body.

But then he calmly opened his eyes, his golden pupils deep and burning, like magma suppressed in a volcano, silently roaring in the gale.

His appearance drew everyone's attention.

What kind of person was he?
If 'Ash Hero' Red Ember gives people the image of a brutal and ruthless, yet selfless, post-apocalyptic hero.

At this moment, the young man exudes a kind of "divinity" that is indescribable and irresistible.

Some might be drawn to the young man's imposing figure atop the tower, captivated by his carefree smile, his ethereal, flowing black hair, his vibrant, athletic physique, and his domineering, commanding presence—and thus, come to like him as a person.

Therefore, they sincerely regard him as a hero, a god, and a savior!
This young man is truly incredible.

People develop an illogical trust in him, and any fear, confusion, or prejudice about the unknown crumbles the moment they meet him.

Because everyone understands that their savior has returned—the great hero they summoned back with their shared beliefs!
"Aaaaaah!!! Ash Hero, we love you so much!"

"Charge, great hero!!"

"Let's take back our world!!!"

High in the night sky, Ryujin Shinazugin forcibly suppressed his surging energy, but his expression changed when he saw the person atop Tokyo Tower: "Who...who are you?! Who are you?!"

But then the fiery youth's golden eyes opened and closed, and he leisurely chanted:
"The land grieves, embers are rekindled. All things seek the truth—that is who I truly am."

Ryujin Shinazugin gritted his teeth, his face contorted in rage.

"What are you saying?! Impossible! Impossible!!!"

Hong Zhongjin smirked and took a step into the air, shooting towards Fushiin Ryujin.

After absorbing the immense power of will, he was reborn—not only did his dying body recover, but he also gained unparalleled power, perhaps comparable to that of Ryujin Shinazugin!
Although he didn't know how long this power could be maintained, how much he could squander, or how long his body could withstand it, he had only one thought at that moment—

war!
Fight for those who trust him, fight for those who support him, fight for those who admire him, fight for those who love him;

Fight for those who see him as a hero, fight for those who want to live;

Fight for the living, fight for the dead;

Fight for the righteous, fight for the good, fight for the weak;

Fight for Chen Jiuzhou, fight for Jiuzhou Cheng, fight for Hong Zhongjin himself.
War! War! War! The world has poured its hopes into him, becoming the kindling that reignites him from the ashes. And he shall burn himself, bearing the weight of these countless embers, as the King of Fire who will forge their future!

As the woman Kagari Otona once said, life is a journey like a tarot card—it has a beginning and an end.

And he, Hong Zhongjin, will forge ahead relentlessly to reach the end of his journey, to his own "world"!
"Boom——!"

Crimson Ember's body collided with the Immortal Institution Dragon Truth, turning into a fireball that exploded in mid-air.

As the flames subsided, Ryujin Shinazugin was charred black and stared in astonishment. Meanwhile, Kurenai Jin plunged his hand into Ryujin's chest and pulled out a bullet.

"Get down!" Hong Zhongjin spun around and kicked down, his whip-like leg, crackling with flames, slamming into the opponent's shoulder and knocking him to the ground.

Ryujin Shinazugin's body transformed into a shooting star and plummeted straight to the ground.

Hong Zhongjin did not immediately pursue, but instead pinched the bullet and smiled gently, "I know you are still alive, Kagari Otonashi."

There was no response from the warhead.

"Don't worry, I'm 100% confident I can defeat him. I don't need your help." Hong Zhongjin spoke to the bullet, or perhaps to himself:

"And you, Kagari Otonashi, you treacherous woman, you've caused so much trouble. To die like this would be too easy for you."

"At this very moment, I will punish you. Since you wish to die, I will make you live on. After tonight, there will still be many matters to be dealt with. And I hereby order you to take full responsibility for these burdens!"

Having said that, Hong Zhongjin focused his mind and breath, using a small ball of true energy to envelop the bullet.

"Go!" He flicked his finger, and the bullet flew towards a rooftop, landing next to Sirius, who was observing the battlefield.

"What a cruel guy~" Whether it was a hallucination or not, Hong Zhongjin heard a faint sound coming from the bullet, but it was only full of affection.

After dealing with this trivial matter, Hong Zhongjin turned his attention back to the battlefield.

He stood with his hands behind his back and plummeted straight towards Ryujin of the Shinsengumi—

"Damn it! Damn it!"

Ryujin Shinazugin lay sprawled on the ground, his body twisted and broken, blood splattered everywhere, his divine dignity utterly lost.

"If it weren't for that bitch Kagariya Otonashi, how could I have ended up like this?!"

Before he could finish speaking, a black shadow wrapped in flames descended from the sky, its feet landing directly on the back of his head, creating a shockwave several feet high!
"Jade Dragon Pendant!!"

Using the acceleration of his fall from a height of 100 meters, Hong Zhongjin slammed his head into the concrete ground, his brains mixed with gravel splattering everywhere, and layers of spiderweb-like cracks appeared around the ground.

Having landed a successful blow, Hong Zhongjin reached out and pulled him up, unleashing several heavy punches, each one bursting with sparks and leaving charred marks on the opponent's skin.

"Kid, don't get too cocky!!" Unexpectedly, at this moment, Ryujin Shinji also recovered and immediately roared angrily, his six arms striking out at Crimson Ash.

"Heh~" Hong Zhongjin's hands instantly turned into a blur of afterimages, skillfully deflecting the opponent's six-handed attack with minimal effort. He then kicked forward, sending the opponent flying several meters away.

"You...you vile thing!" As Ryujin's head gradually recovered, he was enraged and roared, looking up at his chest.

"Why are you alive? Why are you still alive?! Why don't you just die?! Ahhh! Ahhhhh!!!"

As he roared ferociously, Ryujin Shinazuma's body began to undergo a strange transformation—

Countless tumors bulged out of the skin of his lower body, and new tumors immediately grew on them, as if cancer cells were multiplying rapidly without restraint.

A moment later, his lower body had swelled up to the point of no longer resembling a human figure, but rather a fat tail resembling a maggot!
At this moment, Ryujin Shinazugin could no longer be called a human, but rather a hideous monster with a human upper body and maggots lower body!

"Ah—! Ah—! Ahhhhhh—!!!" Ryujin Shinazugin let out a monstrous roar, vomiting up disgusting yellow mucus.
"What a joke! What a joke! Ahhh! My power! My power! Why has it become like this?! I am a dragon! I am a dragon! I am a dragon!!!"

Seeing his despicable appearance, Hong Zhongjin sneered and shook his head, reciting:

"Those who harbor treachery are hated by Heaven and Earth; how could a maggot possibly transform into a dragon?"

Ryujin Shinazugin's withered face immediately turned red, and he flew into a rage:

"You're asking for it! You log, I'm going to kill you! I'm going to slaughter you all, make you wish you were dead! Don't get too cocky, you're all just logs to be slaughtered! You're all damned logs!!!"

"Hiss~" Hong Zhongjin took a deep breath and assumed a mysterious starting stance for his self-created martial arts.

In an instant, his aura erupted from his body like a raging sea, as if a god had possessed him and a martial immortal had descended to earth!
"Unfortunately, I probably can't understand the language of maggots—you'll have to talk to my fists and feet!"

Hong Zhongjin's eyes were cold as he lunged at the maggot-like monster!

(End of this chapter)