Dragon Clan: Started by being picked up by Xia Mi, and then defeated the strong

Chapter 186 Xia Mo: Bai Wang is just a bunch of idiots
Tachibana Masamune smiled and answered the general's question.

"Tachibana Masamune is not dead, his account was just hacked."

When the king heard this, his eyes were filled with confusion.

He lacks a certain understanding of video games, otherwise it would not be Gen Chisei who plays video games with Eri.

"Don't you understand?" asked Masamune Tachibana, shaking his black windbreaker.

Tachibana Masamune did not wear the colorless kimono tonight, which was not suitable for fighting. Instead, he changed into a law enforcement windbreaker with lining. His muscles looked taut, and he was simply a macho version of the old man from KFC.

The general thought for a while, then suddenly realized what was going on. He said resentfully.

"I see. It was you who took away my important chess piece. Tachibana Masamune, no, I should call you Xia Mo."

"Then should I call you Herzog?" Tachibana Masamune asked back, teasing, "No, that's not right. The one standing in front of me is the King General of the Shadow Warriors!"

The king remained silent. He had no intention of getting entangled in the name, otherwise this great negotiation that would go down in history would become mediocre.

In the narrow space of the special observation deck, there is a small table and two stools. In addition to two glasses of vodka on ice, there is also a half-played Japanese shogi game on the small table.

The king and Masamune Tachibana faced each other across the chessboard. The former raised his vodka and motioned to Masamune Tachibana to drink a glass of wine together as an opening ceremony for the negotiations.

Herzog, who has a histrionic personality, attaches great importance to the sense of ritual, otherwise he would not have carefully designed this road to heaven.

Tachibana Masamune picked up the wine glass but did not drink it. Instead, he looked at the smiling face of the general. He was still very curious about how the general drank with a mask on.

The king saw that Tachibana Masamune was entangled in such a small matter, and sighed in his heart that those who do great things do not care about trivial matters.

So he put down his glass and pointed at the chessboard.

Tachibana Masamune glanced over and found that the chess pieces on the board were incomplete. The king's side was missing the obvious Dragon King and other pieces.

"I have been running the Sheqi Eight Clan for twenty years, nurturing an emperor and a monster, sharpening this family like a sharpening knife, but in the end, I became your wedding dress."

The king said this, picked up the fragrant chariot chess piece and moved forward, then looked at Tachibana Masamune.

Tachibana Masamune stared deeply at the chessboard and pondered.

"I can't play shogi."

"Ok?"

"Did you bring flying chess? It's also an exciting game of chess." Tachibana Masamune said seriously.

Xia Mo did not know how to play Japanese shogi, but Tachibana Masamune, who had tried hard to be a Japanese for twenty years, was good at it, and was also proficient in the tea ceremony and sword forging.

So Xia Mo is familiar with the rules of Japanese shogi, she just doesn't want to waste time playing chess with a dead person.

The king will wear a pale mask, making it impossible to see his true expression. I'm afraid he has a tense face and is going crazy inside.

"It seems that you are not interested in this feast of dividing the world." General Wang sighed, "To be frank, I am here to cooperate with you."

"You want to be honest with me now? It's too late." Tachibana Masamune said lightly.

"The cooperation you mentioned, is it peace talks after you realize the situation is out of your control?"

"Cooperation! Peace talks! Forget about that!" Tachibana Masamune had a stern and righteous look on his face, like an angry lion, "Asshole! I'm the head of the Sheqi family! How can I be in cahoots with a rat in the gutter like you!"

Facing Tachibana Masamune's rebuke, the king smiled.

Herzog was scolded by Xia Mo, and his dignity was insulted, but he had to swallow his anger because she touched his sore spot.

"Xia Sang, you are the true emperor, born noble, standing at the pinnacle of the mixed-blood race." The king said in a tone of praise, then changed the subject and said quietly, "So what if you are the emperor?"

"In just a hundred years, everything you have now will leave you like the receding tide. You will die, not on the battlefield, but from old age. Don't you feel aggrieved?"

"The life span limit of mixed-bloods has not been confirmed yet. Isn't Principal Ange very lively and energetic? I want to learn from him." Tachibana Masamune retorted.

"Hehe." General Wang laughed hoarsely.

"I found in your file that you and that foolish dragon slayer had faced a real dragon, a pure-blooded dragon. Weren't you moved by his perfect posture? When I saw the frozen dragon in the Far North, I was like a believer seeing God, with tears streaming down my face."

The king opened his hands and said longingly.

"How long can a pure-blooded dragon live? Hundreds of years, thousands of years? Or can the cocooning process be repeated infinitely, making the life span almost infinite?"

"You, don't want to try it yourself?" The king looked directly at Tachibana Masamune.

Tachibana Masamune was silent.

When General Wang saw that Xia Mo was silent, he thought that she was somewhat moved, so he increased his intensity and continued talking.

"Xia Sang, you are the closest hybrid to a pure-blooded dragon. You should think with dragon logic."

"Dragon's logic?"

"That's right, the logic of dragons!" The king said heavily, "In the iron and blood civilization of the dragon clan, only power and force are eternal, leaving no room for family affection and love."

"Pigs and sheep travel in groups, while wild beasts walk alone. The eight families of Sheqi are a group of people who do not want to make progress. How can you touch the ultimate of life by being with them?"

"Throw yourself into the arms of the fierce ghosts. Let us cross the road to Hades together and evolve into pure-blooded dragons, with endless lifespan and eternal enjoyment."

"What do you want to evolve into a dragon? Evolution medicine?" Tachibana Masamune said calmly, "Your bloodline must be mediocre and can't support your ambitions, so you dare not show up and act like an emperor."

"Molotov cocktails, swan blood..." The king shook his head. "The power of any evolutionary drug is limited. In the end, it can only create a Deadpool. This is reflected in the hybrids who took it. Kazama Ruri is now a Deadpool."

"Evolutionary medicine has gone beyond the scope of genetics. The real evolutionary medicine is an alchemical medicine. The core ingredient is the blood of ancient dragons, especially the fetal blood of gods."

"As long as we get that fetal blood, you and I will have the opportunity to create a perfect evolutionary medicine. The so-called perfect evolution is the ultimate evolution that can maintain sanity. You are still you, and I am still me."

"Well said, but I'm not interested. So what if it evolves into a pure-blooded dragon? I can still kill it!" said Masamune Tachibana.

"What about the White King?" the King said suddenly, "Evolve into the White Emperor and rule the world!"

"You killed Dr. Herzog today. You will not regret it today, nor will you regret it ten years later. But when you are old and dying, huge regret will invade your whole body. You will lament, why did you kill Dr. Herzog? He can make you the White King, the new White King!" the king said fanatically.

"That's your goal, to become the White King," Tachibana Masamune said sarcastically, "but I despise that."

The king was stunned.

There are actually people who despise the White King?

Why should she?
……

While Masamune Tachibana and the king were verbally exchanging blows, the war among the hybrids continued.

Gen Chisei led his team to break through the guards set up by General Wang at the Tokyo Tower. He looked up at the giant tower with shining lights, with murderous intent in his eyes.

　Two or three chapters a night.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)