Hero? I'm just here to borrow power!

He then pulled a military-grade encrypted radio from his pocket, his fingers trembling slightly as he brought it to his lips and called out to the other end.

He even shouted "baka!" hysterically a few times because of the other party's hesitation and evasion, but in the end he swallowed hard and told Bai Ye the exact coordinates of the Red Well in an almost pleading tone.

After obtaining the coordinates, Bai Ye no longer hesitated. His body instantly transformed into countless green data streams and disappeared into the air-raid shelter.

……

Red well.

This place is the epicenter of the storm that has swept across all of Japan, yet it appears so calm at this moment, a deathly calm.

Countless white, spiderweb-like threads covered the walls of the entire water storage well. They grew from the deepest part of the well, resembling the hyphae of some unknown mold.

But these strange mycelia can not only contaminate soil and trees, but can even easily penetrate steel. They hang on huge steel beams and damp soil, swaying gently in the breeze flowing in from the wellhead, like countless slender hands.

This is an extremely deadly substance, possessing a corrosiveness beyond modern scientific understanding. Whether it's solid alloy steel or thick layers of rock and soil, anything that comes into contact with it will completely collapse from the inside in a short period of time. Steel becomes as porous as a sponge corroded by strong acid, soil turns into cavities, and even the toughest plant roots will die and rot from the inside.

At this moment, within a radius of several kilometers centered on the Red Well, all signs of life have been completely extinguished.

Only the staff dispatched by the Japanese government are still working. They wear heavy protective suits covered with a special alchemical coating, a technology provided by Herzog, which allows them to temporarily resist the contamination from the white mycelium.

The massive pumps were working at full capacity at the wellhead, with twelve thick pipes continuously injecting a blood-red liquid into the deep well.

The liquids were alchemical potions similar in composition to the Monotov cocktail, but far more potent. They even contained concentrated serum extracted from Deadpool's fetuses—all catalysts used to awaken the slumbering "god."

Although the delivery was much earlier than originally estimated, Wang Jiang was now certain that he could awaken that great being from its slumber ahead of schedule.

Countless white bubbles accumulated and burst on the blood-red surface of the water at the bottom of the well.

A thick, almost tangible stench of blood filled the entire Red Well. The water temperature was gradually rising, nearing its boiling point. The nauseating stench of protein being cooked at high temperatures mingled with the blood, tasting like a pot of thick soup made from countless cockroaches.

The king, wearing that pale white Noh mask, slowly approached the well and opened his arms.

"Take a sniff, this scent of childbirth, this is the scent of birth that a truly great life should possess."

He spoke in an almost hymnous tone, “That great life is awakening, like Satan returning from hell to earth. It will cleanse this rotten and filthy world with the purest flames, and a new world will be reborn from its ashes.”

Beside the king stood a mysterious man shrouded in deep shadows.

"I hope it will be as you wish." The man's voice sounded unusually hoarse, as if his vocal cords had been burned.

“Of course, isn’t all of this exactly what we expected, my old friend?” King Wang chuckled softly, his tone filled with immense joy.

“Since God is about to awaken, I should go and bring the final ‘sacrifice’. Everything else is up to you.” The mysterious man heard the king’s laughter, but said nothing more, and slowly disappeared into the deeper darkness.

"With your method, do you still need 'sacrifices'?" The king's tone was full of frivolity.

"You know, I always have a backup plan for everything." The mysterious man had completely disappeared, but his hoarse voice still echoed in the Red Well.

"Sonar has detected a large object rising!" The workers at the bottom of the well screamed in terror as they watched the rapidly changing values ​​on the instruments and retreated in panic.

Wang Jiang suddenly turned around, facing the deep well that was boiling violently, raised his arms and shouted, his voice filled with uncontrollable fervor!

"Let us welcome the return of God!"

#Actually, there was originally some plot involved in the Japanese storyline, but I cut a bit because I was worried about it being too sensitive and getting the chapter deleted. Thank you all for your support though.#

Black Moon Tide: Chapter 134 Yamata no Orochi

How strong does a person have to be to be considered truly strong?

For ordinary people, perhaps it's those professional boxers, martial arts masters, or special forces soldiers who stand at the pinnacle of human physical ability... This level is probably the theoretical limit that a mortal body can reach.

But what about mixed-race individuals?

He is a super hybrid who is the "Emperor" and can rule the entire race by virtue of his absolute bloodline advantage.

Or is it an artificial hybrid monarch created by the Alchemy Matrix, possessing the authority of a king?

Or perhaps, in an even more extreme way, one could fully unleash their cursed dragon blood, utterly degenerating into a mindless, bloodthirsty Death Servant, only then could they be considered the strongest?

But for the King... no, for Herzog, true power goes far beyond these things.

He lived in anonymity for over twenty years, laying out a chess game on Japanese soil that was so perfect it was almost a work of art.

He calculated every move he made on the chessboard, down to the smallest detail. His ambition went far beyond simply becoming the pinnacle of the Japanese underworld.

True power should be more extreme and more overwhelming... If a "Emperor" is not qualified, then he is ultimately a prisoner of blood; if a half-blood monarch is not pure enough, then he is merely a stolen power; as for Deadpool, he is an utter joke, a pathetic creation that has even lost his own self.

In his eyes, throughout the entire history of mixed-race people, perhaps only one person has reached that level.

That is "Kamishiro Byakuya".

Overnight, he wiped out the entire group of fierce ghosts that he had painstakingly built up over twenty years.

In just one hour, the armed forces of a modern nation can be decisively defeated.

Even if we mobilized the entire nation and used the most advanced weapons for a saturation attack, we could not budge the seemingly frail figure of the enemy.

Ah, that's right, that's true power.

This is the ultimate power I have longed for all my life.

As he watched the image of Byakuya slowly walking out of the inferno of the thermobaric bomb explosion in the satellite surveillance footage, his body, hidden beneath the Noh mask, trembled slightly.

Kazama Ruri said that he felt fear from the King for the first time.

fear?

If he could see Herzog's expression beneath the mask, he would never have said that.

It wasn't fear at all, but an extreme tremor mixed with fanaticism and desire.

It was the tremor that arose from boundless longing and extreme excitement after seeing that obtaining the power of dragons could potentially lead to such immense strength.

Now, he will use the supreme blood and bones of the White King to obtain the ultimate power equal to, or even surpassing, that of the "Divine Era White Night"!

Dragon's blood is highly poisonous.

This is true for humans, and it is also true for mixed-race individuals.

Under normal circumstances, hybrids cannot be promoted to true dragons; this is an ironclad rule engraved deep in the DNA of every hybrid.

Only by traversing the thorny and tempting path to godhood set up by the Black King can one possibly achieve the ultimate feat of transforming from human to dragon.

But is this really the only path to godhood?

If the path Nidhogg offered to humanity to transform into dragons was the path to godhood that led to ascension to godhood...

The White King, on the other hand, offered humanity another completely different, yet equally possible, path to the destination.

Its name is "The Road to the Underworld".

And just as its name suggests, the method it uses to transform humans into dragons is...

Put yourself in a life-or-death situation, and you will survive.

At this moment, Herzog stood at the edge of that enormous, deep well, looking at the Yamata no Orochi, which was firmly nailed to the deepest part of the Red Well by seven giant steel nails as big as mountains, and revealed a dreamy and excited smile.

If the three commissioners from Kassel College were here, they would immediately recognize how familiar those seven giant steel nails were.

The ancient Hebrew inscriptions and intricate patterns on it are almost identical to the seven alchemical swords known as the "Seven Deadly Sins" that they once found in the underwater city of Baidi in the Three Gorges of the Yangtze River.

Neither the Japanese mixed-race nor Herzog should possess such power.

This is the ultimate alchemy, a miracle that only a monarch of the same caliber as Norton, the "King of Bronze and Fire," could possibly achieve.

The government workers in heavy protective suits around Herzog had all died silently. Their suits were destroyed, and their bodies were being rapidly decomposed by the white mycelium, turning into pure energy.

But he didn't care; it was perfectly reasonable for a group of lowly mortals to sacrifice their lives for the birth of a great god.

They should even be grateful for their lives, which are used to awaken the greatest being in the world.

"Yamata no Orochi! The young form of the White King! A magnificent life! A supreme being!"

"So beautiful! So beautiful! This is the power! The power to change the world order!"

Herzog spread his arms wide, raised them high, and shouted, his voice filled with barely suppressed fervor.

"Although it is still incomplete, it is the key to the path of ultimate evolution."

Herzog walked step by step toward the Yamata no Orochi that was pinned to the bottom of the well.

"But the key to evolution also contains deadly poison. I originally thought that a 'sacrifice' was needed for your blood to flow safely in my veins."

As she said this, Herzog extended her hand.

He held an extremely sharp dagger in his hand, and with great force, he slashed a deep wound into his arm, the cut so deep that the bone was visible.

Bright red human blood dripped from the high platform of the Red Well toward the position of the Yamata no Orochi at the bottom of the well, and from the deep, bone-revealing wound on his arm, one could even see golden dragon bones, like lava!

“However, the King’s Dragon Bone Cross makes up for this. I am no longer bound by this frail human body! Therefore, submit to me, Yamata no Orochi!”

After saying this, Herzog suddenly leaped into the depths of the unfathomable red well.

However, instead of the sound of him falling from the bottom of the well, a frantic, earthquake-like roar came from the bottom of the well.

The pale-white cub actually broke free from the shackles of the seven alchemical steel pillars that were said to be able to bind a king! As eight ferocious dragon heads slowly crawled out from the depths of the red well, the true Yamata no Orochi finally revealed its terrifying appearance to the world.

It was a creature twisted like a giant spider. Due to being forcibly prematurely born, its lower limbs were not yet fully developed, but it used its eight long and powerful dragon necks as limbs to move. Its huge body was covered with a thick layer of white silk cocoon, and the white silk that absorbed and corrupted all the surrounding matter was born from its body.

At this moment, the eight dragon heads were roaring madly and in agony, because a tiny human body was embedded in their enormous bodies.

And that human was none other than Herzog.

He actually fused with Yamata no Orochi!

No, it was less a fusion and more a possession. At this moment, most of his body was deeply embedded in the body of the Yamata no Orochi, like a malignant tumor parasitizing a giant beast. The eight dragon heads initially showed signs of violent struggle, their eyes filled with savagery and pain. But slowly, they stopped struggling and completely submitted to Herzog, becoming extensions of him like arms.

"This is... the power of God..."

Herzog's pupils burst forth with an unprecedentedly brilliant gold.

That is the color of true supreme beings, one that even Jormungandr and Fenrir, the "Kings of the Earth and Mountains," have never possessed.

"Although it is only the first stage and has not fully hatched yet... I can already feel that the power of God is so wonderful."

The Noh mask that had been with him for over twenty years now shattered into pieces on his face, crumbling away in a flurry.

He felt an unprecedented power within him, and the eight ferocious dragon heads waved excitedly in the air like his arms.

"Let's devour all of Tokyo... no, all of Japan, so that I can become a true god ahead of time."

Herzog said this without a trace of cruelty or malice in his eyes.

His tone was so calm and natural, as if he were an ordinary Japanese office worker saying that he would have ramen for lunch today.

As his words fell, endless, snow-white threads began to spread wildly outward from the red well beneath Tokyo. They engulfed half of the bustling city in an instant at a terrifying speed of hundreds of meters per second, and continued to expand relentlessly.

All humans who came into contact with these terrifying threads, no matter what they were doing, were instantly enveloped in a white cocoon-like object, and their life force immediately flowed along these eerie threads, continuously being transported to the body of the Yamata no Orochi.

"They alone are not enough..."

Herzog's golden eyes, burning with golden flames, flickered once more.

Having finally become the White King he had always dreamed of, he could now clearly see the flow of all elements in this world.

Red fire, blue water, black earth, white wind—chaotic elements enveloped the entire world, and his supreme "spiritual" power could easily rewrite all of this.

With a thought, surging seawater instantly rose from all directions of Japan!

A massive tsunami, hundreds of meters high and blotting out the sky, destroyed all of Japan's fragile coastlines almost instantly.

But that's not all. Along with the tsunami came the Corpse Guardians, who had already been buried in "Takamagahara" by the Kassel trio.

The Snake-Headed Eight Families thought they had buried the gods and their guardians, but now, with the awakening of the newborn White King, they surged forth from the dark sea like pilgrims who had heard a divine oracle, willingly becoming food for the new god.

But at the same time.

Deep within the Red Well, a stream of green data, not belonging to this world, appeared in the air.

In Herzog's eyes, the "elements" in the air, which were originally crystal clear, were suddenly disturbed, as if some element that he could not understand or control had invaded the space he ruled.

But this is impossible.

He was already a god. In the real world where Nidhogg the Black King was not present, he was the sole master of the five elements and the supreme dragon being.

How could there be elements in this world that even he himself couldn't distinguish?

The unknown elements in the air, which even Herzog could not discern, gradually coalesced and condensed into that familiar figure that he both hated and longed for.

White nights.

Arrive at Hongjing.

Black Moon Tide: Chapter 135 The Day Japan Sinks

Ten minutes after the Self-Defense Forces were humiliated and decisively defeated by the White Night, the entire country of Japan was completely engulfed by two distinct yet equally deadly natural disasters.