Under One Person: I, the Zombie King of the Ming Dynasty, was dug up

Chapter 66: Blood rushed to the sky, King Zhao broke the coffin, and the whole world trembled
“Broken coffin?”

Lieutenant General Miyamoto had a blank expression on his face, possessing the qualities of a professional soldier.

"Yes, it was a lot of noise." The soldier's mouth was dry and his tone was filled with a hint of fear. After all, soldiers were also human beings and it was the first time they had seen such a scene.

Lieutenant General Miyamoto frowned slightly.

As a senior official of the country, he knew about the existence of aliens.

There are even quite a few alien special forces in the army.

However, he has always been disdainful of strangers.

No matter how powerful the aliens are, can they be as powerful as modern thermal weapons?
There are many aliens in the army who can enhance defense, but they still cannot withstand the special armor-piercing bullets of the upper government.

Times have already changed.

The military is not very fond of aliens.

Of course, it doesn’t mean that aliens are useless, but they can only be used as surprise troops. If they face regular troops, even hundreds of aliens will be defeated.

However, it would be quite a headache if hundreds of aliens were to scatter!

"An old thing from six hundred years ago, a dead dog made such a commotion. Don't panic, just wait for everything to change."

General Miyamoto said coldly.

The soldier trembled with his lips, wanting to say something, but in the end all he could utter was "".

Do we really need to wait and see this scene?

It would be better to just bomb it with conventional missiles.

General Miyamoto was looking at the documents from the higher-ups, thinking about how to get this done.

Now is a time of peace, and it is difficult to climb up the career ladder by gaining military merit.

Miyamoto didn't expect to have such a piece of fat meat in his mouth, and he felt that he must seize it.

"How can we make it beautiful?"

Miyamoto fell into deep thought.

"Boom--"

There was a loud bang.

Miyamoto came back to his senses in an instant: "What's wrong?"

The adjutant drew aside the curtains and was stunned.

Miyamoto shouted, "Speak!"

As he spoke, he walked forward. When he reached the window, his body immediately froze and he could only mutter, "Oh my God."

A beam of blood shot up into the sky.

This blood light was like a sharp sword, cutting through the quiet night sky and shrouding the entire island in blood.

When King Zhao's coffin was transported to Japan, it was placed in the basement of Fukushima in northern Japan.

This could only be the noise caused by Prince Zhao's coffin.

It's not over yet.
I saw the blood light like a giant dragon, hovering over Fukushima, emitting dazzling light.

As time went by, the blood light became more and more intense, as if it was going to dye the entire sky blood red.

A huge column of blood stood in the center of Fukushima, reflecting the blood in the sky.

This column of blood was like a giant python, twisting its body and connecting to the sky.

Its color is more vivid and brighter than the surrounding blood light, as if it was made up of countless blood.

It was night time and the residents of Fukushima were sleeping peacefully in their homes when they were awakened by this sudden strange phenomenon.

They walked out of their homes, looked up at the sky,

The blood-filled light in the sky dyed their faces red.

Everyone knew something was wrong.

This is a disaster!
Miyamoto ran out of the command post, his clothes disheveled, no longer showing the qualities of a professional soldier, and shouted in panic, "Now! Mobilize the troops, push in, at all costs, regardless of life or death, quick!!!"

The order was issued and the military camp fell into chaos.

All the soldiers had an inexplicable premonition: the target of this mission would be a monster.

General Miyamoto bent over, supported his knees, and panted: "What's going on? Why are you so tired?"

The adjutant was sweating and pale: "Yeah, I always feel depressed, as if there is something on my back."

Something is wrong.
Miyamoto no longer had the indifference he had before.

The coffin of King Zhao is definitely a disaster.

What he was thinking about before was how to avoid causing a sensation, but he did it.

Now it seems that being able to complete this task is already a great achievement.

I'm already honest, please let me go!

so horrible.

Fortunately, this sensation only lasted for a moment.

Although the sky was still full of blood, it felt like there was much thunder but little rain.

Miyamoto returned to the command post and sat in a chair, lost in thought.

Now there's trouble.

Everything about the main mission object is unknown.

All I know is that he is a very powerful alien.

Now the command post is like a boiling pot of porridge, with telephones ringing everywhere and intelligence personnel running around.

Calls from government officials poured in.

Miyamoto was already fed up with listening to the questioning from above.

How would I know what happened?

idiot!

These bastards, sitting in high positions, only know how to ask questions and demand results, without understanding those who do the work at all.

"General, phone call."

Someone called out with a microphone.

"Get lost!" Miyamoto waved his hand. He was already annoyed enough.

Fifteen minutes passed, and the source of the blood had not yet been determined.

The operator said in a deep voice: "General, this is a very important call."

"." Miyamoto took a deep breath and answered the phone: "I'm Miyamoto."

"Your Excellency Lieutenant General, the situation has escalated." The person on the other end of the line was the commander of the general command post.

"I know." Miyamoto said impatiently.

The situation is critical now, and he won't give in even to his immediate superior.

Besides, with what he saw with his own eyes, didn’t he know how serious the situation was?
But things have to be done one by one, and we can't just blow the King Zhao's coffin into pieces.

"It's different." The commander's voice was noticeably hoarse.

Miyamoto was stunned: "Commander, please explain clearly."

"Remember the bloody rain?"

"Of course." Miyamoto still remembered the bloody rain clearly. It was because of this bloody rain that the coffin of King Zhao became explosive and moved hyperactively.

"Now there is news from the Yin-Yang family that anyone who comes into contact with this bloody rain will mutate."

"What?" Miyamoto stood up suddenly, "What's the principle behind this?"

"The principle has not been figured out yet, but you can imagine that anyone who comes into contact with this blood rain will turn into a zombie."

The commander's voice had become erratic.

Miyamoto fell into a daze, somewhat absent-minded.

Zombie
Are you making a fucking movie?
The commander went on to add: "The Yin-Yang School has discovered that people who come into contact with the blood rain will have abnormally bad tempers. This is because their blood flow speeds up and their bone marrow is producing blood crazily."

"How should I put it? It seems like this bloody rain is the trigger."

"What introduction?" Miyamoto came back to his senses.

The commander said word by word: "The primer to turn people into blood-making machines."

With the rapid development of science and technology, coupled with the combination of extraordinary means and technology, it is not surprising that we can analyze the effects of bloody rain in a short period of time.

This is what Lu Hui and others intended.

They want to turn everyone on the island of Dongying into King Zhao's blood slaves.

Only in this way, the moment King Zhao came out of the coffin, he would be able to obtain a large amount of tonic to restore his blood and energy.

Miyamoto glanced out the window.

The sky was gloomy and filled with red light. This was not the vibrant orange of the morning glow, but a cold, dark, and sinister red-black color.

"So what the Commander means is..."

His face was as gloomy as water and he was having trouble breathing.

The commander took a deep breath and said slowly, "I'm afraid many people will die this time, but first reassure the soldiers under your command not to panic. If the sky falls, there are tall people watching. Remember to complete the mission."

General Miyamoto narrowed his eyes.

He got it.

Complete the task of exchanging information with King Zhao at all costs.

This is destined to be a bloody battle.

"I understand."

Huang Boren was far away at sea.

Watching the red light rise up into the sky like a pillar, then spread out sequentially, dyeing half the sky red.

He was lying on the chair and drinking soda.

This time he stood at attention suddenly.

"Damn it, did the Six Tomb Guards really do it?"

"This is too much noise."

Huang Boren's throat rolled and he felt extremely difficult for a moment.

He thought for a moment and dialed Zhao Fangxu's number.

"Hello, Mr. Zhao, I'm Xiao Huang."

"Something big happened in Fukushima, right?"

"Ah? You knew it so quickly?" Huang Boren took off his hat, a little surprised.

This speed is too fast.

Zhao Fangxu said softly: "It's not like you don't know Er Zhuang's abilities."

Huang Boren slapped his forehead and said, "Yes, that guy is doing intelligence work."

"Mr. Zhao, what should we do now?" Huang Boren asked.

There was silence on the other end of the line. Huang Boren called out cautiously, "Director Zhao?"

Zhao Fangxu sighed and said, "This incident has become too big. Fukushima is completely a doomsday scene."

"Is this serious?" Huang Boren frowned, but when he saw the red light in the sky not far away, he had to believe it.

"Er Zhuang has deciphered the documents of the Japanese government. There are a large number of people infected by the blood rain on Fukushima, nearly a million inhabitants, and more than 100,000 have been completely infected and turned into blood slaves." Zhao Fangxu said.

"Blood slave?" Huang Boren murmured these two words.

Zhao Fangxu said: "This is the name given to these infected people by the Japanese government. It has not been announced yet."

Huang Boren trembled and asked, "What exactly do the Six Tomb Guards want to do?"

Zhao Fangxu pursed his lips and said in a serious tone: "Wake up King Zhao."

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Both ends of the phone were silent.

This guy is really a living ancestor, making such a big noise when he wakes up.

Huang Boren asked, "What's the situation in Fukushima? I hope the temporary workers are not in danger."

"It shouldn't happen, but send them a message and don't let them get close to Fukushima. It will be difficult to get out once they enter." Zhao Fangxu said.

"Why?" Huang Boren found it strange. Fukushima is so big, how could it trap temporary workers?

Even a weakling like Zhang Chulan is no simple person.

Zhao Fangxu said: "Er Zhuang has deciphered a lot of government documents, including the document on the complete isolation of Fukushima. Complete isolation is a big deal."

Huang Boren understood that complete isolation meant shutting down the Internet, satellites, communications, and even cutting off transportation, making Fukushima completely disappear from the earth in a certain sense.

"What about ordinary people?" Huang Boren didn't know much about Japan, but he knew that there were many people living in Fukushima.

"The Japanese government is already relocating, and those people who are being relocated even have to hand over their cell phones. Tsk tsk tsk, it's easier to invite a god than to send him away. These Japanese devils are blinded by greed, and they will get their retribution!" Zhao Fangxu shook his head, feeling that the cycle of fate is hard to describe.

Just as Zhao Fangxu said, Fukushima is now in a state of chaos.

There was blood rain, government personnel sorting out, cell phone confiscation, traffic jams, and the large-scale deployment of troops, all these factors came together.

Everyone was in a state of panic and anxiety.

Huang Boren said in a hoarse voice: "Is the King of Zhao going to slaughter all the Japanese?"

Zhao Fangxu shook his head: "It depends on what King Zhao thinks, and also on what Japan does."

"The arrow is on the string and has to be shot. I'm afraid the Japanese side can't stop it anymore." Huang Boren smiled bitterly.

Zhao Fangxu said: "Fortunately, we are fine now. I am going to hold a board meeting to discuss it. Please prepare."

"What should I prepare?"

"It's live connection!"

"I want to go to Fukushima?" Huang Boren's face darkened. Isn't this like walking into a tiger's mouth?

"Not really."

"Oh oh oh, that's fine."

“Just looking around the periphery.”

"Hey, hey, Mr. Zhao."

Huang Boren breathed a sigh of relief and then hung up the phone.

The night is bloody.

Fukushima is now like an isolated island overseas.

In the entire space, the sky and the earth seemed to be suspended upside down.

The sky no longer looked like the sky, but the gate to hell had opened wide. When the residents of Fukushima saw the houses around them, they suddenly realized: Oh, this is still the world I live in!
This feeling of chaos, with the sky turbid and the earth clear, made everyone feel anxious.

Countless people wanted to escape.

But the road has been controlled.

It seems that the entire Japanese army has rushed to Fukushima, and no one can leave Fukushima amid the heavy siege.

Everyone knows that something big happened in Fukushima.

The appearance of the army made everyone realize that things were not that simple.

This army is also very different.

The equipment they wore was very different at first glance.

Everyone was wearing protective clothing, pure black, and glowing like steel armor.

This is a protective suit specially made by a weapon refiner from the alien world of Japan, combining modern technology. It is usually difficult for one person to break it.

Not to mention other functions such as anti-virus, waterproof and fireproof.

But people naturally can’t see this.

In addition to this special army, there are other regular arms, such as the Japanese Army, and these soldiers dropped flares along the way.

The bright yellow color is extremely eye-catching under the sky covered by red light.

There were also loudspeakers shouting: "Advance in an orderly manner in the direction of the flares."

The people could only move forward along the road, cursing.

I really don’t know what the government is doing and they don’t even explain the reasons behind it.

People also know that this incident must be related to the blood-red light column in the center of Fukushima.

This thing has been around for a long time and there is no sign of decline even after such a long time.

Some people even came up with conspiracy theories, saying that this was a mutation caused by nuclear radiation and that it was just breaking out now.

Some curious people even took out their mobile phones to take pictures.

They wanted to transmit the situation in Fukushima to the Internet, but unfortunately they could only complain about the bad signal and gave up in disappointment.

What they didn't know was that there was no chance they could even get the phone out of Fukushima.

No matter how chaotic Fukushima is, the bloody light column remains.

The people all thought that the culprit behind this incident was under the blood-red light column.

Go deep underground.

The atmosphere is very depressing.

If the red light in the space above the surface is floating and merging like particles, then the red light in the space below the surface is fog - the fog after the first rain, continuous and sticky, with a strong rust smell in the air that makes people nauseous.

In this strange picture, a coffin lies quietly.

The periphery was filled with soldiers wearing protective clothing with a metallic luster. Judging from the eyes exposed through their masks, they were all on high alert and not letting down their guard at all.

The formation rotates endlessly.

The mummies around the coffin had curled up into a ball, like a piece of newspaper that had been casually crumpled into a ball.

The flesh, bones and blood in their bodies have been drained dry.

This was obviously a terrifying scene of a demon from hell awakening, but apart from the strong smell of blood, the red light that penetrated the body actually had a hint of sacredness.

"Wow-"

The coffin suddenly moved.

The coffin lid slid and fell with a bang.

No matter how strict the soldiers outside were, they couldn't help but tremble in such a situation.

It's like when you're playing a horror game with the lights off and the door closed, but the door suddenly opens wide.

A chill rose up.

"what happened?"

"What's that sound?"

"It looks like something fell on the ground."

"I let you talk, but you don't remember military discipline, right?"

The team leader yelled, and the soldiers fell silent.

Only the soldiers in the monitoring room didn't see it clearly.

One is that the fog is too heavy and visibility is too low, obscuring the view.

Second, in order to take the overall situation into consideration, the perspective is too far-reaching.

This is not a problem for the monitor.

"Zoom in for me."

When the view is zoomed in, it is clearer.

"Fuck, the coffin lid is open."

He felt a chill in his heart, and then the corpse in the coffin suddenly popped out in the picture.

It just popped out.

The moment they appear, their backs are straight.

The monitor was so frightened that he sat down on the ground.

This is so scary.

Still jumping in the face to kill!

Alive, really alive.
The monitor was in tears and his face was as pale as if all the blood had been drained out of him.

The man in the picture is about two meters tall, wearing an eight-beam crown, a jade belt around his waist, and a vermilion dragon robe. He looks to be about thirty years old.

A huge blood ball was spinning above his head.

It turns out that the source of the red light column is here.

Needless to say, this is the source of trouble in Japan - Zhu Li.

Zhu Li woke up and looked at the red light and fog in the sky. He couldn't help but frowned, then quickly locked onto the Zhoutian Formation on the ground.

"Such an ugly trick? Are the aliens so weak now?"

According to his thinking, the one who dared to attract his attention must be a powerful alien force. The formation set up by this top alien force was too simple and crude to be looked at.

Naturally, he had some idea about the power of the entire alien world.

"It seems that the Ming Dynasty is really gone."

Zhu Li noticed the dried corpse crumpled into a ball next to him. Although it was in the shape of a ball, the clothes on its body could still be seen clearly.

When he was in the coffin, his spiritual consciousness could only be projected outward, like thermal imaging, with only a black and white world, and there was an error in his perception of the outside world.

After coming out, I always felt like I was seeing the light of day again.

Thinking of this, Zhu Li released his spiritual sense again. Without the barrier of the coffin, his spiritual sense almost covered half of Fukushima.

However, after checking it out, Zhu Li frowned.

MD, what are these little bastards doing to him?
Is this still domestic?

And outside, there seemed to be a group of people wearing strange clothes and holding something similar to a musket guarding.

Whatever, as long as there are living things.

Zhu Li stepped on the tiptoes and landed outside the formation, then slowly walked away.

(End of this chapter)