From Hokage to Visionary

However, it was obvious that no one would respond to him in the empty clouds in the sky.

The disordered elements gathered into turbulence in the sky, as if they were about to transform into a wave of energy that could destroy the world. Under the solemn chanting of the White King Herzog, high-level words were easily displayed.

But, the next second, the chaotic elemental turbulence disappeared.

The first authority to disappear was the control over the elements between heaven and earth.

Herzog was terrified and found that he could no longer see the elements, let alone control them. This meant that he had lost control of the world and could no longer change the weather of the world with a single thought, let alone destroy a city or island easily.

"No, I am the White King! I am Herzog! No one can take away my authority!"

Herzog suddenly folded his wings and dived vertically downward, cutting through the clouds like a sharp blade, rolling up layers of sonic booms.

He wanted to escape. Although he possessed the ferocious and terrifying form of a dragon king, he did not have a true 'heart' that belonged to a dragon king.

From the beginning to the end, He was just a 'little man', a rat hiding in the shadows of the sewers, and His essence had never changed.

The air currents and violent sonic booms pulled out a ring of air waves around Him.

Run! The farther the better!

Although it is not clear yet, what exactly caused His authority to become ineffective.

But Herzog, with his timid and cowardly thoughts, chose to escape without hesitation, instead of choosing to repay blood with blood in the face of any provocation like a true Dragon King!

The gray-white leather-covered wings cut through the clouds like sharp blades, pushing His speed to several times and dozens of times the speed of sound.

Rumble——!

The compressed air made a thunderous sound, as if a huge cannon was fired.

A clear gully was dragged across the sky, and a rumbling tearing sound resounded through the clouds. Even the fastest weapon developed by mankind could not keep up with Herzog's speed at this time.

He had no idea where he was going to flee to, he just wanted to get away from there.

But at this moment, the leather-covered wings behind Herzog seemed to degenerate and disappear, as if they had never existed.

"Oh no! No! No!"

Herzog's eyes widened and he let out a scream and roar of fear.

How can a dragon without its wings soar in the sky?

Immediately afterwards, Herzog lost his balance and was completely unable to control himself, causing him to fall at an extremely fast speed like a meteor falling into the atmosphere, dragging a tail flame of more than hundreds of meters, and with astonishing pressure and destructive power, he directly smashed into the center of the bustling city below.

Boom! ! !

The bustling city was covered by huge smoke and dust rising into the sky at the moment of the impact.

The earth-shattering explosion directly sent up a mushroom cloud a kilometer high. The explosive strong wind, accompanied by the shock wave formed by the air waves, destroyed everything within the sight with a devastating force. The tall buildings were crushed in an instant, and countless pieces of rubble and smoke swept across like an out-of-control flood.

Despite such a horrific fall, Herzog still lived. He crawled out of the ruins in a panic, with gray scales all over his body cracked and blood gushing out.

At this moment, the threat of death had never been so strong. Herzog roared and screamed in fear: "Who is it? Come out now!"

But in a city reduced to ruins, how could anyone answer his questions?

“No matter who you are, I am willing to share the authority of the world with you!” Herzog retreated, or rather, he was afraid. He shouted in fear: “This world is very big, we can share it. If my intelligence is correct, the four dragon kings have not awakened so far. You must need allies, right?”

scoff!

A piece of gray-white dragon scale fell to the ground as if it had been forcibly torn off.

Herzog's pupils suddenly shrank. On this body filled with the might of the Dragon King, the gray-white dragon scales were peeling off piece by piece like fallen leaves in autumn. They soon covered the ground beneath him. The excruciating pain of having the scales forcibly torn off made him scream miserably.

"Oh, it hurts, it hurts so much, it hurts so much!"

Herzog tried to stop the dragon scales from falling, but it was still useless. Soon all the gray-white dragon scales on his body were stripped off.

The bright red bleeding muscles and the strong and muscular tendons were clearly visible after the dragon scales were peeled off.

After the dragon scales were stripped off, the muscles and tendons as strong as steel seemed to be poured with concentrated sulfuric acid and slowly dissolved and disappeared.

But that was definitely not 'concentrated sulfuric acid'. With the muscle strength and hardness of the Dragon King, it would not be dissolved even if it was soaked in magma. However, the facts that were happening before his eyes made Herzog unable to figure out why and who was behind this!

pain!It hurts so much!

How in the world could there be such a painful process?

He had to endure the pain of every inch of his flesh and blood being dissolved, until he could hardly scream.

"No, I was wrong, please, don't take Him away!"

Herzog was like a clown, kneeling on the ground humbly, kowtowed repeatedly, begging the unknown existence not to take away His hope: "I don't want the world anymore, I am willing to be your slave, just please don't take Him away!"

But unfortunately, His punishment is far from over!

After the muscles and tendons were dissolved, Herzog's next punishment was to pull out the tendons and bones.

"Ahhhh!!!"

The Dragon King's hideous dark golden bones were pulled out one by one.

Herzog groaned weakly, he could feel the power of the Dragon King, the authority that he had usurped with so much difficulty, had completely disappeared.

He was no longer the White King. The feeling of surging power, the authority to destroy the world in a thought, and even the desire to ascend to the throne of the world all seemed like a ridiculous dream.

"No, I am the White King, I am Herzog." Herzog's pupils lost focus, and he turned from the great White King into the weak, cowardly, timid and despicable old man again. Everything that happened before seemed like an illusion, and the pain of losing everything deeply eroded his heart.

"Do you like the ending I have woven for you? Dr. Jung von Herzog."

Suddenly, a familiar voice was heard.

In despair, Herzog looked up and saw a man slowly walking towards him. He had short golden curly hair and was wearing a pure white robe. He had light golden eyes as pure and clear as a baby's and a gentle and warm smile. He was someone he was very familiar with.

"Is it you? Adam Anglewied!"

Herzog widened his eyes in horror, as if he couldn't believe what he saw.

"It should feel good to be promoted to White King."

Adam smiled faintly, his eyes rippled, and narrated like a gentleman: "You should thank me for allowing you to experience the power of the White King once before you die."

"It's you! It's you! It's actually you!"

Herzog screamed, his face filled with fear.

"It's me who weaves this beautiful dream just for you."

As Adam approached, his hair faded from blond to black, and his face changed from a young man to a teenager.

Although his face was still somewhat childish, it exuded a completely inconsistent aura of oppression, as if he was a god who dominated all things. His indifferent and cold temperament made Herzog's heart stop. He was shrouded in the suffocating fear. There seemed to be horrible screams and roars in his mind, torturing and twisting his soul!

"Ahhh"

Herzog fell to his knees, holding his head and screaming in pain.

Countless mysterious and three-dimensional complex patterns extended from the void into his flesh and blood, as if to completely distort this body.

At this moment, Herzog woke up from his collapsing dream.

He looked in horror at the body entangled by the snow-white mycelium and the holy corpse that was constantly sucking his blood inside his body. Finally, his spirit completely collapsed and he let out a sharp scream.

"Who are you?!"

"Who the hell are you?!"

"Tell me. Tell me."

Herzog's voice became smaller and smaller until it was completely devoured by the holy remains and turned into a pile of dry bones.

After extracting the power of Herzog's blood, the Holy Relics finally completed the punishment. Although it had no purifying function at all, the will of the White King still remained inside. However, for Adam, that little bit of remaining will was nothing to be afraid of, and he let the blood of the Holy Relics flow into his body.

"I am Uchiha Munetsuki!"

Deep in the ocean of subconsciousness, Uchiha Sogetsu raised his arms proudly, drank the potion containing the Dream Weaver, and transformed into a mythical creature of a gray-white dragon, uttering a divine word that sounded like a declaration: "The Dragon of the Mind, the Dream Weaver, the White King - Angerweed!"

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 318 Identity Exposed

The shaking in the Tama River mountain area finally stopped.

The snow-white mycelium all over the mountains slowly withered, and the people of the eight Sheqi families on the periphery cheered loudly when they saw this.

"It's a success!"

"The master of the family succeeded! The curse has been completely cut off!"

"Great!"

Amid the cheers, Miyamoto Shio was still anxious and stared at the red well.

His intuition told him that sometimes being too quiet might not be a good thing, especially this kind of eerie quietness, which was more like the calm before the storm.

"How's Gen Chisei doing? Still no news?" Miyamoto Shio looked uncertain and turned to ask the engineering team next to him.

"We just detected signs of fighting at the bottom of the Red Well, but now..." The head of the engineering team wiped his sweat, fearing that he would become the target of venting, and answered carefully: "It is difficult for mechanical equipment to detect the results directly. Do you think we need to send a few people down?"

"How many groups are left on the ground?" asked Shio Miyamoto.

"The Inuyama Group and the Fuma Group are on standby." The person in charge of the engineering team tapped on the computer and quickly called up the remaining personnel. He said, "The Inuyama family head and the Fuma family head are on guard at the outermost perimeter, so the extent of the loss is the smallest. They can be mobilized now."

After a brief thought, Miyamoto Shio directly issued an order: "Okay, let Inuyama He and Fuma Kotaro personally lead the team to go deep into Hongjing!"

"No, wait, Master Miyamoto!"

At this time, the person in charge of the engineering team suddenly widened his eyes and shouted in surprise: "It's the head of the family, and there is also the head of the Uesugi family and Fengjian Liuli, they all came out!"

"what?!"

Miyamoto Shio immediately threw down his notebook, and despite the people around him trying to stop him, he stuck half of his body out of the cabin.

Sure enough, Yuan Zhisheng was carrying the unconscious Yuan Zhinu on his back, climbing out of the Red Well with difficulty, and appeared in his sight limping.

And the girl following behind Gen Chisei, who was wearing a loose shrine maiden costume, had a slim figure and was petite and cute. Wasn’t she Eri Uesugi who was abducted by Herzog?

However, that blond young man holding Eri's hand seemed a bit annoying no matter how I looked at him.

"That's great!" The moment he saw Yuan Zhisheng, tears welled up in Miyamoto Zhixiong's eyes. The heart that had been hanging in the air seemed to finally be able to be put down: "Quick, land and tell the others that we succeeded, and the master of the family broke the curse!"

The helicopter slowly descended to the ground with a roar.

Miyamoto Shio couldn't even wait to land completely, so he grabbed the rappelling rope and jumped down, and ran towards Gen Chisei as soon as he landed.

"Hurry! Where are the medical team?" As soon as Miyamoto Shio ran to the Red Well, he saw that Yuan Zhisheng was covered in wounds, and he shouted immediately.

Fortunately, the only two remaining helicopters are equipped with professional medical personnel, so emergency treatment is not a problem.

"Master, Yamata no Orochi" Miyamoto Shio swallowed his saliva, suppressed his excitement, and was eager to know the final result.

"Well, the curse of the Eight Snake Clan has been completely cut off from today on." Yuan Zhisheng forced a smile. It was obvious that he was seriously injured. He even had to stop to catch his breath after a few words, grimacing in pain. "Come to think of it, Herzog almost succeeded."

"Herzog? Wasn't he killed by the head of the family himself?" Miyamoto Shio asked in surprise.

"No, the dead Herzog was a shadow dancer." Yuan Zhisheng covered his wound and took a breath, saying, "He took advantage of the time when the girl and I were fighting and seriously injured, and used the cudgel to control the girl. Then he tried to use Adam to purify the holy bones and usurp the authority of the White King, but in the end he was one step behind and was devoured by the White King's holy bones."

This simple sentence made Miyamoto Shio break out in a cold sweat.

It was a close call. It was so dangerous!

If Herzog had not miscalculated and been swallowed by the holy remains, what they would be facing now would be a living "White King"!

"It's all my own fault." Miyamoto Shio let out a long sigh and said with emotion, "Since ancient times, those who set foot on this 'Yellow Spring Road' have all ended up dead. This was the case with Izanagi and Susanoo, but fortunately, it's all over now."

"Yeah, it's finally over."

Yuan Zhisheng let the medical staff bandage his wounds. His hard expression softened. "From now on, we don't have to worry anymore. We can all live the life we ​​want."

Ever since he inherited the mission of the Sheqi Eight Clans, he has always been on edge. Now he can finally relax. He leaned against the red well in a slumped position, grinning, "This feels so good. I don't have to carry the mission anymore. It feels like the air is much fresher."

Just then, another helicopter landed and three people got out.

Angers, with his upper body naked, has evenly distributed muscles and clear lines, just like an ancient Greek sculpture. It is hard to imagine that such a muscular body can appear on a man over a hundred years old. The criss-crossing hideous scars on his body, some deep and some shallow, some old and some new, are undoubtedly the medals of a warrior.

Chu Zihang and Caesar, who were following behind Angers, were also seriously injured, which showed that the battle on the artificial island was not easy.

But the only thing missing was Uesugi Yue.

Gen Chisei lowered his eyes, feeling a slight pain in his heart, as he had already guessed what would happen to Uesugi Yue.

Miyamoto Shio frowned slightly, with a hint of vigilance in his eyes, and said softly: "Master, let me ask you, have you thought about how to explain to Kassel Academy?"

Yuan Zhisheng looked at the three people who got off the helicopter and said calmly, "There is a saying in the ancient Eastern countries that things will work out when the time comes. The threat from the White King has been eliminated. Those old guys in Europe can't lock up all the Eight Snake Families, right?"

"I think the biggest possibility is that Europe will try every possible way to gain greater benefits."