From Hokage to Visionary

At the same time, Chu Zihang actually pushed the Blood Rage technique directly to the second stage.

A layer of dense green scales soon appeared on the surface of his skin. It seemed as if hot lava was flowing in the depths of his red-gold pupils. His muscle density doubled, causing him to suddenly break free from control. He crushed the ground beneath his feet like a Tyrannosaurus Rex and rushed forward with a hurricane.

Bang!

The king struck the clapper hard, this time swiftly and impatiently.

"Stop!"

Looking at Chu Zihang who was rushing towards him, Adam had a blank expression on his face and made a cold and indifferent voice.

At this moment, not only Chu Zihang, but even Caesar could feel the pressure from the depths of his soul, accompanied by a roar like a dragon, lashing out at their spiritual world.

"Abominable"

Chu Zihang forced himself to bear the severe pain in his heart and still tried to move forward.

But just as he took half a step, an even more violent mental shock suddenly surged from the depths of Adam's light golden pupils, as if an invisible tsunami had been set off, carrying with it the power of thunder and lightning, and fierce and violent waves, which directly crashed into his spiritual realm.

Chu Zihang’s eyes suddenly went dark and he fainted.

As he fell into darkness, he seemed to vaguely see a gray-white dragon. Its light golden vertical pupils were like a mirror, reflecting himself when he was fifteen years old.

"dad."

After uttering an unconscious murmur, Chu Zihang fell completely into a coma.

(End of this chapter)

Power outage leave

Power outage leave

I need a day off because there is a power outage near my home due to road repairs.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 299 King General: Harvest Time

In Tokyo Bay, groups of corpse guards surged onto the land from the sea one after another like a black tide.

Even though the Eight Snake Qi Clans occupied the terrain and had good human relations, and had deployed a coast guard fleet and set up fire support on land in advance, they were still defeated in the face of a seemingly endless stream of corpse guards.

The four major blocking positions of wind, forest, fire and mountain were basically all declared failures, and the entire front line was crumbling under the impact of the corpse guards.

If it weren't for Minamoto no Chisei and Uesugi Erie, the entire defense line of Tokyo Bay would have been breached by the Shimori long ago.

"No, young master, we can't hold on any longer!"

The retainer, his face covered in blood, hurried to the man and said through gritted teeth, "The four groups of Fenglinhuoshan are basically all wiped out. Now there is only this one blocking position left!"

At this moment, a ferocious corpse guard broke through the defense line, baring its fangs, waving its sharp claws, and trying to launch a sneak attack.

Yuan Zhisheng held the ancient sword "Spider Cut" with clean and neat movements. With a simple "Water Moon", the blade drew a huge arc and slashed down vertically.

scoff!

The icy dragon blood spurted out like a fountain.

A corpse guard that tried to break through the defense line was cut in half, and the cut was as neat and smooth as a mirror.

The green scales on the surface of the corpse's skin have extremely strong defensive power. Even a bullet hitting it can only leave a small dent. However, in front of the famous sword "Spider Cut" in Yuan Zhisheng's hand, which has been passed down for a hundred years, it is as fragile as a piece of tofu, which shows how sharp it is.

"We must defend it at all costs!"

Yuan Zhisheng took a breath, raised his hand to wipe the blood off his face, his eyes gloomy and cold: "We must not let a corpse guard break through our defense line."

But... Having said that, how long can the Eight Clans of Sheqi hold out under the constant attack of the corpse guards?

Yuan Zhisheng cast his gaze forward, a hint of worry revealed between his furrowed brows.

At the end of his sight, there was a girl in red, with skin as white as jade, long flowing hair, and a slender figure. She was like an elf in a fairy tale, and seemed out of place with the bloody, murderous, and hideous green scaly monsters around her.

However, it was this girl who had a perfect elf-like appearance and looked petite and cute, but the three-meter area around her was like the area drawn by the god of death.

Any intruder who stepped into it was chopped into pieces by an invisible force, leaving broken limbs and flesh everywhere it passed.

In front of the sea breeze mixed with the roars of thousands of corpse guards, the girl held a thin sword, her wide witch costume fluttered, and her long burgundy hair flew like a burning fire. As her cherry lips slightly opened, tornadoes formed by sea water suddenly rose from the ground.

The next moment, countless streams of water that were flowing upstream were controlled by the girl, like falling swords, pointing at the ferocious group of corpse guards.

It was as if the great gods had handed down the final judgment on the crimes committed by those disgusting monsters.

Word Spirit·Judgment!

The girl opened her cherry lips, grasped the thin sword blade, and swung it lightly.

The water currents that filled the sky of Tokyo Bay instantly turned into countless sharp swords, descending at an astonishing speed, carrying the will of death.

In just a moment, hundreds of corpses were cut into pieces by the sharp water droplets, splashing like fountains, or like flowers of the underworld, blooming with a strange and bloody beauty.

The exploding water droplets shattered, carrying the monster's blood with them, with the girl at the center, just like a pure white curtain painted with a tragic bloody red color by a painter.

A large area of ​​the originally densely packed group of corpse guards was cleared, and Eri, standing in the sea of ​​corpses and blood, had an expressionless face. Her dazzling golden eyes were filled with coldness and indifference, like those of a true god, dominating every life present.

"Great! It's the head of the Uesugi family!"

"Come on, kill all these monsters!"

"With Master Uesugi here, we will definitely win. Charge!"

With the help of Uesugi Eri, the shaky defense line was stabilized again, and the groups of corpse guards that rushed ashore were pushed back again.

"What wave is this?"

But Yuan Zhisheng was very impatient. Looking at the chaotic battlefield around him, he asked, "Also, where is Dad? Have you seen him?"

"It's the seventh wave, but according to Norma's detection, there are two more waves approaching." Miyamoto Shio shook his head and said, "As for Mr. Masamune, he has not been seen since the beginning."

"Damn it, how many of these are left!" Yuan Zhisheng looked at the girl with flying red sleeves, his eyes full of anxiety and worry: "This won't work."

Now, the biggest question should be, how long can Eri hold on?

'Word Spirits' are not superpowers that come without a price, let alone Eri's Word Spirit: Judgment, a powerful Word Spirit that can almost be said to kill everyone it sees. Using it at such a high frequency will only make her already unstable bloodline even more prone to runaway.

Once a 'runaway' occurs, the consequences will be disastrous!

"What on earth does Dad want to do?"

Yuan Zhisheng was very annoyed and at the same time vaguely uneasy, as this incident happened too suddenly.

The Eight Snake Families were completely unprepared and forced into a bloody battle with the corpse guards that emerged from the 'God's Burial Place' in a complete hurry. As the patriarch, Tachibana Masamune basically did not deploy any strategy, which was very different from his previous impression of his father.

Inuyama He retreated from the front line, his chest was covered in blood, his breathing was disordered, and his eyes were full of bloodshot: "Chisheng, we can't keep fighting like this."

In the first seven waves of corpse-guarding attacks and defenses, the Eight Clans of Sheqi suffered heavy losses.

A large number of outstanding young hybrids were thrown into this cruel meat grinder, with an average survival time of less than an hour. If the fighting continued like this, the losses would be incalculable.

"We have no other choice, Mr. Inuyama." Yuan Zhisheng looked at the ancient sword with a broken blade. It was obvious that the old man had experienced a very tragic battle. His heart was heavy, as if a huge stone weighing a thousand pounds was pressing on him: "Because this is our fate."

Fate, what an ironic word, it should be 'curse'.

Inuyama He remained silent. His golden eyes, which should have been dazzling, showed real exhaustion. "But, can we really break the curse like this, Zhisheng?"

"I believe in Dad."

Yuan Zhisheng's answer was simple, and he tried hard to suppress the uneasiness in his heart.

"But."

Before Inuyama He could finish his words, he was interrupted by Miyamoto Shio.

"Norma detected that someone broke into the restricted area!"

His voice sounded anxious, but almost at the same time, Gen Chisei and Inuyama He heard the ethereal and strange sound of the clapper.

Once again, hearing the familiar clapper sound, Yuan Zhisheng immediately looked in the direction of the sound, with fire burning in his pupils: "It's the king general!"

Inuyama He gritted his teeth and stood up, holding the blade tightly in his hand: "Is it the leader of the fierce ghosts? The culprit who led out the group of corpse guards in the 'God's Burial Place', is that the guy!"

Suddenly, a figure appeared on the road behind the Sheqi Eight Families.

Wearing a black haori, a pale mask of a noble, and striking out on a strange clapper, he approached like a ghost.

"Are you showing up now to take advantage of us blocking the corpse guards and attack from behind to wipe out the Eight Snake Clans in one fell swoop?" Yuan Zhisheng gritted his teeth and stared at General Wang with ferocious eyes. The feeling of uneasiness that had been lingering in his heart from beginning to end became even stronger: "You really picked a good time."

"Of course, such a lively celebration cannot be without me."

The king reached out and slowly took off the mask, revealing a familiar face with a sarcastic sneer on the corner of his lips.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 300 The Evil Ghost and the Supreme Emperor

The moment the 'king general' took off his mask, the pupils of Gen Chisei and Inuyama He suddenly shrank to the size of a needle tip.

Looking at that face that was so familiar that it couldn't be more familiar, the two of them were suddenly struck by lightning. Their minds buzzed and went blank, and they were stunned on the spot.

In just a few seconds, it seemed like a century to Minamoto Chisei and Inuyama Ka.

How can this be? !

The 'king general' who leads the demons is actually Tachibana Masamune!

When the king took off the pale mask of the noble and revealed his true face, it was like a thunderclap that exploded in the hearts of Minamoto Chisei and Inuyama He.

For a moment, the two of them couldn't even accept it and thought it was an illusion.

As the young master of the Sheqi Eight Clans, Yuan Zhisheng should remain calm no matter what situation he faces. This is both a responsibility and a role model.

However, at this moment, Yuan Zhisheng could not control his emotions no matter what.

His pupils shrank almost to the size of a needle tip, and he stared in amazement at the 'king general' who had taken off his mask. The blood in his body seemed to be frozen, and an unstoppable chill ran along his spine all the way to the top of his head, stirring up a horrific storm in his heart.

Inuyama He, who was standing by, also had an expression of horror on his face and opened his mouth unconsciously.

The 'Wang Jiang' took off his mask and looked at the two with a playful expression, as if he was appreciating their reactions: "Zhisheng, when you see your father again, don't you plan to say something to me?"

"No, it's impossible."

Yuan Zhisheng's scalp tingled, and he looked at Wang Jiang in disbelief: "You... you are my father?"

"Tachibana Masamune, is it really you?" Inuyama He held on to his injured body, his eyes filled with astonishment and horror. Deep down in his heart, he still couldn't accept this fact: "Please tell me this is not true. The leader of the fierce ghosts, 'Wangjiang', is actually the same person as the head of the Snake Eight Families?!"

Is there any joke in the world more ridiculous than this?

The Eight Snake Clans and the Fierce Ghost Clan, who have always regarded each other as enemies, actually have the same leader!

Inuyama He's entire body was cold. He looked around at the Snake Family who were fighting with the group of corpse guardians, and then looked at Tachibana Masamune, as if he understood something: "All of this is your conspiracy, right?"

"I prefer to call it a plan."

Tachibana Masamune said calmly: "After all, compared to the fierce ghosts, the power of the Snake Eight Clan is still too strong, and needs to be weakened."

"No, Tachibana Masamune, why are you doing this?!" Yuan Zhisheng's heart was filled with endless anger, his eyes were full of bloodshot, and he roared fiercely: "Tell me why!"

He couldn't accept that the 'dad' who had accompanied him throughout his childhood had suddenly become the biggest 'culprit'!

"The reason is simple. It is to embark on the road to the underworld that leads to God."

Looking at the anger in Minamoto Chisei's eyes, Tachibana Masamune acted very calmly, without even a trace of emotion on his face, as if he was describing a very common thing: "You have never seen it, so you don't understand it at all. You are guarding such a huge 'treasure', but you don't know how to use it. Don't you think it's pathetic?"

"Have you been planning to gain the power of 'God' since thirty years ago?"

Inuyama He found it a little unbelievable. What kind of strong belief and what kind of terrifying control would make one disguise himself for decades?

"Yes, ever since I set foot on this land of Japan..." Tachibana Masamune suddenly paused, then a sneer appeared on the corner of his lips, and he said, "No, to be precise, it should be before that, even earlier, I already knew about the existence of the 'White King'. From that moment on, I have already been planning."

He was very happy because tonight, his long-cherished wish would finally come true!

Just one step, just one last piece of the puzzle.

Herzog's eyes were filled with enthusiasm and excitement. He spread his arms and shouted: "Soon, it won't be long before you can see the power of God!"

"You are not Tachibana Masamune."

Gen Chisei finally gave up, his eyes full of disappointment and deep pain, his fists clenched tightly, his nails piercing his skin deeply, but the physical pain could not eliminate the pain deep in his heart, the pain of being betrayed by the person he loved the most: "The real Tachibana Masamune is dead!"

"You are right, I am indeed not Tachibana Masamune."

The corners of Tachibana Masamune's mouth slowly rose, revealing a chilling smile that looked just like the pale nobleman's mask: "My real name is Jung von Herzog."