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

Chapter 72 72: Japan is shocked. This meteorite should be a natural phenomenon, right?
In the quiet night sky.

A shooting star passed by.

Japanese people went out to watch and took out their mobile phones to take pictures.

No, why is this meteor getting bigger and bigger?

At this time, everyone's cell phones started to sound the alarm: "A huge meteorite will fall in Fukushima, people in the surrounding area should evacuate quickly."

"what--"

The shrill screams echoed throughout Japan.

It's a mess. Everything is a mess.

To make matters worse, there was a strange bloody rain, followed by meteorites falling from the sky.

This is God’s will to destroy the Yamato people!
A non-commissioned officer looked up at the sky, without having time to lament the fate of his country, as the Japanese people around him frantically moved away from Fukushima.

The meteor gradually grew larger.

It was like a ping-pong ball falling from the sky. When you got closer, you found out it was actually a basketball, and this meteorite was much larger than a basketball.

Its size is shocking.

The meteorite passed through the atmosphere and burned due to friction, leaving a long tail of fire, like a fire dragon in the sky, cutting through the night sky and illuminating the entire area.

The flames were blue with red, emitting a dazzling light, as if day had suddenly arrived, shrouding the entire city in a strange glow.

The speed was so fast that it was almost visible to the naked eye.

Some people haven't even taken out their cell phones yet.

The meteorite fell with a loud bang.

A deafening roar resounded through the sky, the sound so powerful that it seemed to rip the eardrums and made the entire earth tremble.

"boom!!!"

This sound is not just an auditory shock, but also a deep, perceptible vibration. It passes through the air and quickly spreads around, like an invisible force stirring the heaven and earth.

As the roar spread, a series of minor earthquakes were felt in Nagano, Mito and many other places in Japan.

The ground began to tremble slightly, as if a huge force was rolling beneath the earth's crust, causing cracks to appear on the streets. Some unstable buildings creaked and shook, tiles fell, and glass windows vibrated.

The sky was filled with smoke and dust.

After the smoke died down.

At the Fukushima military base, the meteorite left a deep crater several kilometers in diameter.

This huge pit is like a scar on the surface of the earth, with uneven edges. The soil and rocks were melted by the huge impact force and then solidified, forming layers of folds.

In the central area of ​​the pit, the ground has completely collapsed, forming a deep hole that seems to lead directly to the center of the earth.

Looking down from the sky, this huge pit looks like an abyss on the earth, which is chilling.

The surrounding trees and vegetation were completely destroyed in the shock wave, leaving only a charred ruin. The originally vibrant land became silent and desolate at this moment.

The military base in Fukushima appears extremely vulnerable in the face of this sudden disaster.

At the moment of the meteorite impact, the entire base was like being hit by an invisible giant hammer. The buildings, facilities, equipment and personnel in the base were all turned into powder by the unimaginable force and were almost unrecognizable.

The buildings in the base disappeared in an instant like piles of sand swept by a strong wind, leaving only twisted metal frames and scattered debris.

Those military equipment that once stood tall have turned into piles of scrap metal, and even a complete outline cannot be found.

Dust and smoke obscured the sky, and everywhere in sight there were only ashes and ruins.

In this catastrophe, no life was spared.

Those once vibrant lives were instantly deprived of all sound by the violent impact of this alien visitor.

The only sound left in the entire military base was the sound of flames.

On a tall building twenty kilometers away.

Geng Qing held the telescope and grinned, "Well done, we wiped them out in one fell swoop, hitting the bull's eye!"

He smiled and bumped into Chang Cheng.

Chang Cheng bowed to Zhu Li and said, "Your Highness, I have fulfilled my mission."

"Well, thank you very much, nephew." Zhu Li turned a page of the book and spoke without turning his head.

I didn't expect modern geography to be so complicated, with the oceans and continents clearly divided, it's really interesting.

Compared to the death of some people, modern geographical knowledge interested him more.

"It's a pity that these people are all blood slaves!" Geng Qing smacked his lips, still savoring the blood of the alien he had killed before. The spiritual energy in the blood was lush and wonderful.

Lu Hui patted his shoulder and said, "Stop looking, get down to business."

Geng Qing suddenly stepped forward and said in surprise: "Don't be impatient, there are still blind people who are trying to die."

Japanese headquarters.

The cabinet ministers sat around a table in a depressing atmosphere.

A slight tremor caused by the meteorite impact outside was felt, and the atmosphere in the entire conference hall suddenly became more gloomy.

Although the tremor was weak, it was like a heavy hammer hitting the hearts of every cabinet minister present.

Most of them had never experienced a natural disaster of this scale in their lives, so at this moment, even experienced politicians could hardly hide their inner anxiety and shock.

Kishida's brows were twisted into a shape of a "川" (river shape), with a deep furrow between his eyebrows.

He has had this expression for several days.

The heavy atmosphere was almost suffocating.

Although the slight vibrations caused by the earthquake have disappeared, its impact continues to ferment in this closed space.

Kishida had a sullen face and sharp eyes as he examined the cabinet ministers present one by one.

"Report casualties." His voice was low, like the heaviest note in the night, breaking the oppressive silence.

Changjie cleared his throat, his voice a little hoarse: "The casualties right now can only be estimated, and the numbers from the tests are not accurate."

The Prime Minister frowned slightly and repeated in a cold voice: "Say the numbers."

The cabinet minister of the Ministry of Defense took a deep breath, as if to bear the weight of what was to come: "The casualties are estimated to be more than 26."

Once this number was spoken, the originally whispering conference hall fell into dead silence.

The faces of the cabinet ministers turned pale with shock, and they looked at each other with disbelief in their eyes.

26, this number far exceeded their expectations, and among them were not only Japanese group leaders, most of them were Japanese troops. Everyone's heart was filled with great heaviness and fear.

After hearing this number, Kishida's eyebrows twitched wildly. He slowly closed his eyes, and the muscles on his face trembled slightly.

Faced with such a disaster, even if you have thousands of plans in your mind, it is difficult to suppress the grief.

Seeing this, Changjie knew that the Prime Minister was under great pressure. He added with a trembling voice, "This is the current estimated number. We are still conducting further verification."

It's just bullshit, just words to comfort people.

In the past, Blue Planet had actually been visited by meteorites from outer space, but they usually landed in uninhabited areas. A meteorite with a diameter of 100 meters could only cause a tickle to Blue Planet at most.

But this is the first time in history that a meteorite has fallen in a densely populated area, and without any warning.

Why does every country have a weather bureau?

Because the Meteorological Bureau is used to observe the meteorite groups in the space around the blue planet. As long as there is a slight sign, the Meteorological Bureau can basically calculate the trajectory in advance.

But in the past, they were all small meteorites with a diameter of a few meters or tens of meters and were not a cause for concern.

This is the first time in human history that a meteorite with a diameter of 100 meters has fallen into a densely populated city.

Kishida's eyes were filled with fatigue and gloom.

He spoke slowly: "This meteorite should be a normal natural phenomenon. It has nothing to do with King Zhao, right?"

Changjie frowned and hesitated when faced with this question.

He didn't dare to give an absolute answer.

What does it mean that everything is possible? Before today, he didn't believe this sentence, but now he believes it.

"This..." He couldn't finish his words, they paused in the air, seeming a little weak.

The Secretary General intervened in a deep voice: "Mr. Prime Minister, it should be impossible. This is just a coincidence."

Kishida felt a little more at ease. He was not really looking for a scientific explanation. He just wanted an answer that would reassure himself and the cabinet ministers.

Although they had heard of the abilities of some Inhumans, they subconsciously believed that no matter how powerful they were, they could not be strong enough to summon meteorites.

"This is complete nonsense. It's impossible to achieve." Kishida said to himself silently in his heart, trying to use this reason to calm his anxiety.

However, before their new injuries had healed, they suffered another serious injury. The incident at the tomb of Prince Zhao made them extremely anxious and they didn't know what to do.

After some contemplation, Kishida finally made a decision: "We can no longer be involved in the Tomb of King Zhao. Send a message to the Ministry of Foreign Affairs of Longguo and ask them to set conditions. We will give them whatever they want and let them take the Tomb of King Zhao away."

Decisive and resolute, Kishida has not yet lost his mind.

When the cabinet ministers heard the prime minister's decision, they all breathed a sigh of relief.

In their opinion, this is the best way to solve the problem.

After all, if a problem can be solved with money and resources, it is not a big problem.

However, just as the meeting was coming to an end, an operator suddenly rushed in, panting, with a look of panic on his face: "Prime Minister!"

The secretary said coldly, "Can't you see we are in a meeting?"

Kishida held out his hand and said, "Let him speak."

The operator stammered, "News has come from Nagano that blood slaves have begun to riot on a large scale." This news was like a bolt from the blue, and the atmosphere in the entire conference hall froze in an instant.

The Prime Minister's eyes suddenly widened and sweat broke out on his forehead.

The other cabinet ministers looked pale, as if half of their souls had been taken away.

They overlooked a serious fact.

King Zhao has now awakened, and he has 50 blood slaves in his hands, which is a huge disaster. The initiative to end this farce lies in King Zhao's hands.

Now the King of Zhao has no intention of ending it at all.

Spicy balls.

These two words echoed in the hearts of all cabinet ministers.

东瀛的城市单位，为1都、1道、2府和43县，都道府县下设782个市、827个町。

So unlike Longguo, the counties in Japan are larger than cities, and one county basically manages seven or eight cities.

In other words, out of the 43 counties in Japan, two are about to fall.

At this time, there was no army to suppress it.

Japan relies on the navy to rule the country. After World War II, the army laid off a large number of personnel. Even if the navy was allowed to go to the island, wouldn't that be cutting off one's own arm?

Japan's power alone cannot effectively deal with the large-scale attack of blood slaves.

Kishida shouted, "Contact the United States immediately and ask them to send the Eagle Army to suppress it. We can't let the blood slaves spread like this."

After hearing the Prime Minister's instructions, the members of parliament took action without any hesitation.

They knew that at this critical moment, every minute and every second was crucial, and any hesitation could lead to further deterioration of the disaster.

Just then, another call came in.

This is an internal line. The secretary general picked up the phone and handed it to the prime minister: "It's the Ishikawa family."

The ministers had different expressions.

The Ishikawa family?
Isn't this the family that inherited the Buddha Sword? Why are you calling now?

Kishida picked up the phone: "Ishikawa Nobuyuki, I hope you bring me good news."

On the other end of the phone, Ishikawa Nobuyuki's voice was cold and direct: "Mr. Prime Minister, this matter has become a big deal, and you are to blame."

Kishida flew into a rage and was ready to yell.

It was already a blessing for the leader of an alien family to be able to get through his dedicated phone line, but now he actually dared to teach him a lesson.

He is still the Prime Minister now.

However, Ishikawa Nobuyuki was not affected by Kishida's anger. He sighed and said quietly: "Japan is a place of suffering. We have always lived under the haze of the sky."

The words Kishida wanted to say were stuck in his throat.

He couldn't deny what Ishikawa Nobuyuki said.

People in Japan have been fighting against natural disasters since they were born, including earthquakes, tsunamis, typhoons, volcanic eruptions... The people of this land have experienced many hardships but have always been tenacious.

Ishikawa Nobu suddenly perked up and said with full energy: "Our ancestors survived in this difficult place. I can't let Japan be destroyed by you bastards."

Kishida's eyes lit up instantly: "What do you mean?"

Ishikawa Nobu said in a strong voice: "I will take a few old guys to meet King Zhao, and I came here to tell you something."

The Prime Minister was overjoyed: "Mr. Ishikawa..."

Ishikawa Nobu interrupted him: "Don't say anything else, just prepare for our failure now."

There was a busy signal on the other end of the phone.

"Mr. Ishikawa, you must succeed!" The Prime Minister clenched the microphone and looked up at the sky.

Regardless of whether this succeeds or not, the Japanese people will always remember their heroic deeds.

Three helicopters landed on the desolate scorched earth.

Ishikawa Nobuyuki came out.

The twelve people behind him are from the Ishikawa family, the Yagyu family, and the Mochizuki family.

"Ah! This is crazy!"

He murmured, looking at the scorched earth in front of him.

The rampant blood slaves have cast the shadow of death over this land.

Bloodstains were dotted in every corner, some had dried up, some were still wet, these were the marks left by the blood slaves' rampage.

The whole city was filled with an atmosphere of destruction and despair.

Buildings were destroyed, some once towering buildings are now just piles of rubble, roads are divided by cracks and potholes, and vehicles are abandoned on the roadside, some burned and some hit beyond recognition.

The air was filled with a suffocating smell of burning, mixed with the scent of blood and corruption. It was a common smell after a disaster, but one that people couldn't get used to.

"Yeah, I can't imagine it." The old man from the Yagyu family coughed.

Ishikawa Nobuaki was very spirited: "Everyone, I think you have finished telling me about your funeral affairs."

Everyone responded, but everyone had burning eyes.

"I can't bear to let the younger generation come, so we, the ones who are about to die, can only come to see His Royal Highness Prince Zhao."

"Maybe." Ishikawa Nobu grinned, "It's also possible that we will die on the way without even seeing him."

Some blood slaves are already rushing towards them.

Ishikawa Nobuyuki drew out his long sword, and the sword flashed:

"Everyone, prepare to die!"

Feel the boiling, fresh blood.

A group of blood slaves raised their heads and roared, their faces were distorted, their eyes were red, they looked crazy and hungry.

They wanted to assimilate all thirteen people including Ishikawa Nobuyuki.

These thirteen people are not vegetarians.

People who practice Qi cultivation become more evil as they grow older.

Thirteen sword shadows streaked across the night sky like meteors. They carried destructive power and accurately slashed at the blood slaves.

These sword shadows were so incredibly fast that it was almost impossible to capture their tracks. Only the flash of light that passed by was like the brightest star in the night sky.

The blood slaves who were first exposed to the sword shadows had barely had time to react before their limbs were cut off by the sword energy.

In an instant, limbs flew everywhere and blood splattered.

Wherever the sword shadow went, it was as easy as cutting thin paper, splitting the blood slave's body in half, or directly beheading him.

Those blood slaves didn't even have time to scream before they turned into pieces on the ground.

But blood slaves are endless.

How many times can they use these swords?

The tallest building in Fukushima.

"Wow, this is really exciting." Geng Qing watched with great interest through the telescope.

"These thirteen old guys are quite powerful." Lu Hui said softly, looking into the distance.

"Unfortunately, there are only five left now." Geng Qing shook his head.

So what if I’m strong?

Facing the endless stream of blood slaves, even he would fall in this endless torrent.

Blood slaves are monsters who don't know life or death, or what pain is. Even the most powerful aliens will be dragged to death in this quagmire.

"We've almost finished watching the show, why don't you tell His Highness?" Lu Hui asked.

Geng Qing scratched his head and said with a silly smile: "Isn't this quite interesting?"

Zhu Li didn't pay any attention to this at all. He kept looking at the book. He read ten lines at a glance and read very quickly. The knowledge he learned was even more than what he gained in the Ming Dynasty.

Modern life is so wonderful.

All knowledge is so fresh.

"Your Highness, a new group of aliens has appeared, with a total of thirteen people." Geng Qing said respectfully.

"Well, what's wrong?" Zhu Li turned a page of the book without turning his head.

Geng Qing said: "They are holding the Ming flag in their hands."

"Holding the Ming flag?"

"interesting!"

Zhu Li thought about it, and finally said: "Let the family bring it over to have a look."

Dependents are blood slaves, powerful blood slaves, who are the leaders of a group of blood slaves and belong to the Six Tomb Guards.

The blood slaves who seemed to be stiff all over, invulnerable to swords and guns, and extremely powerful were basically Geng Qing's followers.

And those blood slaves whose bodies are covered with poison are Tang Feng's followers.

Geng Qing smiled and said, "Your Highness, please wait a moment."

(End of this chapter)