Dragon Tribe: Still Thinking Until Now

Inuyama He suddenly felt that the world was so lonely. It had finally come to this...

"The strongest move is the second word spirit that can kill God besides Judgment." His chest rose and fell, and all the muscles in his body were in a relaxed state. He was seizing every moment to recover his strength. "The strongest... Black Sun."

"Of course," Uesugi Yue nodded, his face solemn.

"No," he said.

Inuyama He was stunned and felt a little disillusioned with life.

"The Black Sun is a super powerful move that is even stronger than the strongest one." Uesugi Yue took out a dagger from his arms. Inuyama He felt that it looked familiar, and seemed to be a little similar to the principal's folding knife.

"Anyway, it's a very powerful move. I asked the Night Watchman to make this alchemical tool for me."

Uesugi Yue had a smug look on his face, and for a moment, Inuyama He felt that this guy was a bit like an old repeater who was as strong as a calf.

"There is a spirit of words stored in it. Have you heard of Indra?" Uesugi Yue threw the dagger out without waiting for Inuyama He to answer.

The so-called Indra creates a huge field of thunder and lightning, destroying everything in the field with incredible electric current.

When this field was activated, it was like a vortex of lightning surrounding Inuyama He and Uesugi Yue. Electric shock was exactly the weakness of the corpse guards. The substances in their bones were replaced by death metal, which was a better conductor than ordinary metal. Moreover, although these monsters were dead, they still relied on nerve current to control their bodies. Indra's electric current vortex could easily destroy the nerve current in their bodies.

Chapter 420: If the ghosts can't kill you, then let the gods do it, Dr. Herzog

The helicopter dropped them off near Mount Fuji and left. The family could not put all their strength into the battlefield with God. In the shadow of Japanese society, evil was growing all the time. Even if doomsday came, the Snake Eight Families had to ensure that the chaos would not intensify to the point of completely destroying the original order.

Not every half-blood is a pure warrior, and the leaders of the family are more like politicians.

Politicians always plan the construction and distribution of benefits after victory at the beginning of a war. This is the bad habit that has accompanied human beings for millions of years, or the so-called politics.

Yuan Zhisheng stood in the boundless storm, holding a Japanese sword in both hands. The rain soaked his shoes and rolled down the blade like a stream.

"Can you still receive the signal?" His voice was strange, hoarse and hard, making people feel like some humanoid monster was speaking.

"The contact is very difficult, but it has not been interrupted yet. Kaguya has mobilized all the satellites that can be mobilized to ensure that the signal can penetrate those abnormal clouds." The cold girl's voice came out lightly from the earphone.

"Is the positioning still working?"

"Sorry, head patriarch, your location has completely disappeared from the positioning system." Sakura said softly.

"I told you not to call me the head of the family or the young master, Ying. There are not many people I can trust anymore. You are the only one who is always on the list of people I can trust." Yuan Zhisheng was holding a completely wet cigarette in his mouth. His whole body was soaked, and white steam was rising.

Only truly powerful warriors are qualified to set foot on the battlefield of Night Food Field, but even Yuan Zhisheng did not expect that the entrance recorded in the family's ancient books was just a rift between the kingdom of the dead and the real world. This is definitely not the door for the ancestors to return to the human world, because this mountain is so quiet, so quiet that it seems as if everything is dead.

However, Mount Fuji is definitely a huge active volcano that is just dormant. Some scientists say that when it erupts, the entire Eurasian plate will be impacted and the Japanese archipelago will sink completely into the trench. For this reason, the prime ministers have also thought about applying for a piece of land from China or Australia to be used as an autonomous region for the government in exile when the country perishes.

However, given the all-round rejection of Japan by these two countries, from government agencies to non-governmental organizations, some people said that if they really went to those two countries, they might be sent to concentration camps. Such a plan was ultimately aborted, and the cabinet instead invested more funds in the land of Brazil, hoping that one day in the future the people of South America would be willing to provide some living space for the desperate Japanese.

At this moment, all of Gen Chisei's senses were heightened to an incredible level by the fiery dragon blood. His hearing when he was concentrating was close to that of the Word Spirit. Kamaitachi could achieve this effect. The towering peak in front of them was crawling quietly, like a giant that was sleeping and waiting to wake up, but the giant had no heartbeat.

Yuan Zhisheng did not hear the flow of the mountain streams in the rock strata, nor the roar of boiling magma. He could only hear the sound of rain and wind, and the shrill screams in the oncoming gale, which sounded like a wild beast grinding its teeth and sucking blood.

Japan has extremely high GPS coverage, especially near Tokyo, where it can even accurately locate within a few meters.

If they can receive the signal but cannot locate themselves, it only means that they are no longer in Tokyo, or that they exist at the intersection of movement and stillness and a certain space.

Apparently, without realizing it, Yuan Zhisheng had led his army into the tomb of his ancestors.

"Did our ancestors build the Night Food Plain near such an active volcano, waiting for the destruction that was bound to come as fate would have it?" he whispered.

"That was many years ago. Perhaps when the Night Food Field was built, the ancient Fuji had not collapsed yet, and the kingdom of God stood between the two peaks." Tachibana Masamune said softly. There is evidence that about 11,000 years ago, a large amount of lava began to erupt from the west side of the top of the ancient Fuji. These lava formed the main body of Mount Fuji today, the new Fuji. After that, the tops of the ancient Fuji and the new Fuji were parallel from east to west. More than 2,000 years ago, the top of the ancient Fuji caused a large-scale landslide due to weathering, and only the top of the new Fuji was left.

The old man was one body length behind Yuan Zhisheng. When he looked up, he could faintly see the spider-web-like cracks on the man's hard facial bones.

It seems that even though he had already prepared to kill his brother, when Fengjian Liuli faced the blade and pierced his heart, Yuan Zhisheng still felt that sadness was spreading throughout his body like a spring oozing out of his heart, as if it was going to extinguish the hot dragon blood.

The exoskeleton covering Yuan Zhisheng's cheek fixed his muscles and nerves, making it impossible for him to make a sad expression, so Yuan Zhisheng broke those bones, and the expression on his face was distant and deep.

"In The Tale of the Bamboo Cutter, it is said that many samurai burned the elixir of immortality on the volcano closest to the sky, so the mountain was named Mount Fuji. Later, it was passed down from mouth to mouth and became today's Mount Fuji." Gen Chisei gently shook the swords, and the two Japanese swords held tightly by the almost crystal clear platinum claws began to hum and tremble, and golden lines extended down along the handles.

In Japanese, the pronunciations of "immortal" and "endless" are close to "Fuji", so Mount Fuji was originally called Immortal Mountain and Endless Mountain.

But today, few people call this dormant giant peak that way anymore.

"The so-called elixir of immortality is actually the holy blood recorded in the Kojiki in the shrine, right? The warriors of the family are ordered by the head of each generation to take the dead members of the family to the crater for burning. The holy blood bestowed by God is returned to the kingdom of God, and the alchemical matrix that has maintained the operation of the kingdom of God to this day is also able to obtain power replenishment and not collapse... Not long ago, the academy attacked our Shiraha Dog Shrine and stole the corpses of the heads of the families. When we subsequently carried out maintenance and repair, we found that all the recorded emperors from hundreds of years ago had only plain hunting robes in their coffins. They never had their corpses buried, and their corpses were all dedicated to the Night Food Field."

Even though the proportion of royal blood in the bloodline of the Eight Snake Families has been diluted to an almost negligible concentration, the snake-like deadpools created in the underground laboratory of Genji Heavy Industries still spared no effort to hunt down the members of the branch in the building the day they escaped from the cage.

For monsters with dragon blood flowing in their bodies, there is nothing in this world that can provide them with the genes needed for evolution better than the descendants of the White King.

The Holy Blood represents the authority of the White King that is passed down to future generations along with genes. It is something that is enough to cause war. For hybrids, it is a violent alchemical reagent. Among thousands or even tens of thousands of people who swallow this reagent, there may be one lucky person who evolves into a new emperor. The lifespan of these people is incredibly long, which is comparable to eternal life in the eyes of the ancients, so they call the Holy Blood the elixir of immortality.

The blood of Amaterasu, the last emperor in history, can even drive the Deadpools crazy, causing them to abandon their easily accessible food and attack him instead.

In this way, it can be inferred that it is not a fantasy that our ancient ancestors used their own blood to irrigate this country of four people.

When Uesugi Koshi left the Snakezaki Hachika, he killed the surviving elders and burned almost all the information in the shrine. Minamoto no Chisei didn't know whether the disaster led to the severance of the inheritance, so that the sacrifice that lasted for thousands of years was completely interrupted in their generation.

Of course, the dilution of the imperial blood was also a reason why the sacrifices had ceased. By this generation, there were probably only three people in the whole of Japan who could be regarded as having the pure blood of the White King's descendants flowing in their bodies. These three people were Minamoto no Chisou, Minamoto no Chime, and Eri. In the dozens or hundreds of years before that, the bloodlines of the upper three families had completely died out, and even the heads of the families were adopted sons from the lower five families.

The Snakezaki clan could no longer find the emperor's body that was still alive, and no one could stop the merging of the Night Food Plain and the real world.

Yuan Zhisheng breathed slowly, and the torrential rain in the sky expanded and contracted. This was because the man's bloodline was close to the blood limit of an ancient dragon, and any action he took would trigger an elemental tide.

This is not a privilege of the king, but historically only princes who can be included in the knighthood can do it.

"The Night Food Plain should have collapsed long ago. The ancient demon should have wreaked havoc on the world thousands of years ago, but our ancestors tried everything to prevent this from happening. Until a certain disaster struck and the family inheritance collapsed, there was no more emperor's corpse to sacrifice to the kingdom of the dead, and today it is finally bordering Tokyo." Gen Chisei slowly used the Spider Cut and the Boy Cut to draw a faint golden arc in the air. The space cut by the knife shattered, and the noise of the world came in from the other side.

Sure enough, this Nibelungen was so fragile that even Yuan Zhisheng could break through it.

But the ancestors could not do this, because they had long been dead, their blood dried up and their skin decayed, only the death metal particles floating in the air from the Nibelung Root replaced their bones, turning them into undead monsters. After using the ancient dragon serum, the source child who was surging on the road of evolution could of course see the elements flowing with the wind, but dead things could not sense these ubiquitous energies.

Both Uesugi Koshi and the Night Watchman were actually wrong. It is true that those wandering in the Night Food Plain are evil spirits, but they are neither Deadpool nor Shikamaru. The real Shikamaru are zombies created using alchemy after being killed like in Takamaga-hara. The real Deadpool is a beast that still has life but whose sanity has completely fallen.

The evil spirits of the Night Food Field are just resurrected corpses, without desires or souls. They fight each other all day long. They have died and resurrected for thousands of years and hate all living things.

The dragon bone state is almost permanent, and Yuan Zhisheng seems to hear the sound of hot blood flowing in his veins.

As he walked on the increasingly rotten asphalt road beneath his feet, he began to smell the odor of metal corrosion that was a bit like blood.

The Nibelungen was always filled with this smell, the Bronze City was like this, and so was Fenrir's doghouse, because it was the smell of death metal. Metal elements were killed and resurrected in the Nibelungen, and so on, and eventually became super metals that could carry the alchemical matrix. Countless alchemy masters throughout history have described the chilling smell in detail when describing the Nibelungen.

Behind them, men in black windbreakers stood silently with guns in hand. Dozens of people dispersed to protect the equipment that was taken from General Wang. As for the holy remains with only the spine left, they were sealed again with liquid nitrogen.

Tachibana Masamune didn't know what Minamoto Chisei wanted to do, but Minamoto Chisei was no longer the boy who grew up alone in the mountains, but the head of the eight families of Snake who shouldered responsibilities, so he didn't ask.

From behind to in front, the old and nearly rotten iron street lamps were extinguished one by one in the heavy rain, and the gray curtain swallowed up the army.

Yuan Zhisheng growled in a suppressed voice, "Come closer to me." Everyone took action to protect the equipment and came behind Yuan Zhisheng.

He did this not to find some security for himself, but to protect these tribesmen.

There should be wandering ghosts everywhere in the Nibelungen. Some of the ghosts may even be ancient emperors who have been made into puppets. It is difficult for the Eight Snake Families today to fight against such monsters.

Suddenly, dense sounds like crying, laughing, panting and groaning were heard in the darkness, evenly distributed in every corner and every inch of space around them, as if the whole world was spying on them in the darkness.

In the middle of the team, a black Lexus roared its engine and slowly came in front of Minamoto Chisei. In the car sat the elders of the Kansai branch. They were still active in the front line of demon slaying during the family's weakest and darkest times. Most of them had already had gray hair and wore white robes with black suits underneath.

Since the rise of the Executive Bureau under the leadership of Inuyama Kaoru, the Kansai branch was finally able to withdraw from the stage of history, and all branch chiefs entered the family's shrines across Japan to meditate, so that many people have forgotten their reputation.

Those old men who look kind today are actually vicious criminals with hot dragon blood flowing in their veins all year round.

The Kanto branch was modeled after the Kansai branch, but the lunatics headed by Akechi Asuya were as weak as babies in front of the old men.

The old man sitting in the driver's seat nodded to Genchisei, but did not look at Tachibana Masamune, whose black clothes fluttered in the wind.

Although Minamoto Chisei did not reveal the news that the real Tachibana Masamune was dead to anyone except Sakura, the Kansai branch has always disrespected the head of the Tachibana family who seemed quite weak in the past. They have more dragon-like half than human-like half in their bodies, so they are more accustomed to thinking with dragon-like thinking, respecting only the strong and despising the weak.

There are probably only two men in the family who are recognized by these people, one is Minamoto Chisei, and the other is the powerful and mysterious head of the Fuma family.

People like Tachibana Masamune who came to power through political maneuvers were regarded by them as opportunistic villains, while Inuyama Kazuo was considered a disgrace by them.

Three Lexuses were parked side by side, the bright beams of their headlights tearing through the darkness like lightning in a dark cloud.

Everyone stopped suddenly, because the beam of light underwent a strange change in the Nibelungen, where the rules of space were unfathomable. Suddenly, it seemed as if every drop of rain was reflecting a glow, and everything around them was gradually lit up, and the darkness was driven away with them as the center.

It was a magnificent and dreamy scene, as if the light was refracted infinitely in this space.

But when the true appearance of Mount Fuji appeared in front of Gen Chisei, he still felt as if an ice needle had pierced his heart and his whole body was chilled to the bone.

It was actually located on the endless sea of ​​ice, with a gray-black sky above its head and a huge black shadow vaguely visible swimming slowly below the ice sea. The black shadow was even larger than the Leviathan whale, with eight long necks at the end of the spine, and it was obviously a monster with eight heads.

The shadow of a huge mountain was reflected on the ice. In the reflection, a white dragon-shaped skeleton was crawling on the top of Mount Fuji, with its wings hanging down as if touching the ice, covering the entire volcano. It was so huge that it reminded people of the Black King Nidhogg that they had seen in an oil painting when they entered Kassel Academy.

"Oh God..." Tachibana Masamune walked forward tremblingly. The old man's face showed confusion and horror, his lips trembling, and his dry gray hair fluttered in the biting cold wind like dead vines tied to a holly tree.

Gen Chisei grabbed the old man, and his high body temperature immediately caused dense blisters on Tachibana Masamune's arms, but the clone did not show any expression of pain at all, and there was only despair in his eyes.

He pulled Tachibana Masamune behind him. The muscles under the dense white scales on his back undulated like mountains. The two rows of scales split on their own, revealing a gathered bone fan inside. The bone fan was slender and rugged, and when it was opened, it turned into a pair of huge dragon-like wings.

The wings, still covered in blood, stretched out, the ferocious back muscles bulged, Yuan Zhisheng exhaled such a long breath, and the sound of his heart roaring in his chest rang loudly in everyone's ears.

The officials of the Executive Bureau seemed to have expected this. No one looked shocked, but everyone's hands holding a gun or a knife were shaking slightly, because the scene before them was so unbelievable.

Yuan Zhisheng had already flapped his wings and slowly rose into the air. In the light and fire, he raised a hand covered with white scales, and the claw blade was crystal clear.

Everyone stopped and looked up at the man embracing the darkness.

"We can't go any further. I guess this is not the exit of the Night Food Field, but its entrance. We have reached the boundary between reality and illusion." Yuan Zhisheng said softly. The rain was hitting his cheeks. The platinum exoskeleton was healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Everyone was suddenly startled, and they realized that they had been confused by the incredible scenery at the foot of the sacred mountain and ignored what was right in front of them.

It was not until Yuan Zhisheng reminded them that they realized that this road did not lead to Mount Fuji, but to a huge bridge across the mountain. The bridge was an ancient copper color and the surface was rusty.

It crosses the towering mountain peaks. From the reflection of the ice surface, it seems to be traveling on a huge corpse. The two sides of the bridge seem to reflect the shadow of a city. Each piece of ancient brick that makes up the bridge is printed with glass-like light and fire. It is not the mysterious Lexus headlights that illuminate the ice sea and the volcano. That thing probably just triggered the resonance of the alchemical matrix on the bridge, allowing it to reintroduce the light and fire of a certain city into the kingdom of the dead.

Yuan Zhisheng looked up indifferently, and felt that the city was swaying in the rainstorm, like Tokyo after the end of the world. It had been washed by rain for many years and there was no trace of life left.

Compared to other human beings, he saw more because of his excellent bloodline and the evil dragon that wanted to devour everything was awakening in the depths of his soul. Theoretically, when others entered Nibelungen, they fell into purgatory from others, but when he entered Nibelungen, theoretically, he was at most a thief breaking into his master's house.

"There are few living people in the world who can enter the world of the dead. Rushing in rashly will only bring disaster." Minamoto Chisei said. He turned his head to look at the fully armed executive bureau and waved his hand. "Kansai branch, come with me. You return along the original route and then go to Minamoto Heavy Industries to help Yasha guard Kaguya's mainframe."

Up to now, no one believes that God's resurrection was a coincidence, and that many invisible hands were manipulating everything behind the scenes.

For example, the Holy Palace Medical Society, which was composed of dark monarchs, mentioned by the murdered Friedrich.

If they eventually come to the fore, those people will definitely want to seize control of Princess Kaguya to counter EVA's surveillance of Tokyo and even the entire Japan.

In this case, no accidents must happen to Genji Heavy Industries. Minamoto no Chisei even gave Yasha the order to destroy Kaguya's host computer when necessary, even though this action might cause the post-war Snakezaki Eight Clan to completely become vassals of the secret party.

The gathered men in black silently split into two groups. The young faces put away their swords and bowed deeply to Yuan Zhisheng, then silently retreated into the rainstorm and disappeared at the junction of Nibelungen and the real world. The gray-haired old men silently lit up their golden eyes. The rain flowed along the wrinkles on their cheeks, and illuminated by the golden pupil light, it looked like tiny lava.

"I thought there would be a tsunami of zombies rushing out from the depths of a huge cave on Mount Fuji, sweeping and drowning us like a tide, but I didn't expect it to be so quiet." Tachibana Masamune said softly. He raised his head to look at Minamoto Chisei's face. After transforming into a dragon, Minamoto Chisei's height was nearly two meters.

"There is no cave, so this is the entrance." Yuan Zhisheng said, "If we regard the Night Food Plain as a living entity, it doesn't matter if we say this is its esophagus."

"esophagus?"