The steel cables rubbed against the gears, making a tooth-grinding sound, and the elevator sank into the bottomless darkness.
This is a deep circular well with a diameter of 12 meters, which leads vertically to the depths of the ground. The walls of the well are paved with stainless steel castings, and the castings are painted with dark red waterproof paint.
Here you can vaguely hear the sound of rushing water coming from the well.
It was not the sound of an ordinary sewer pipe, but more like an underground river flowing underground.
"The Iron Dome Temple, how magnificent! But humans will one day be killed by the mechanical civilization they have developed. These huge equipment are not controllable by humans at all. Once they fall into the hands of the enemy, they will in turn become A deadly weapon."
In the elevator, the old man held his arms and looked at the fleeting lights outside.
There are ring-shaped iron frames on the four walls of the deep well for maintenance personnel to walk. There are iron frames every three meters, and lights are installed at the bottom of the iron frames.
Dozens of lights have flashed outside the elevator, which is sinking two people into the ground hundreds of meters deep.
"Power is such a thing. It does not belong to anyone. It is like elves that wander around the world. They will only choose a temporary master. When the master is tired and weak, they will leave. Anyone who once mastered power will die. In a pool of blood, because they mistakenly thought they really had power," the man in the cloak said, "just like the person holding the knife does not own the knife, the person holding the knife dies, and the knife is taken by a new owner after falling asleep Unsheath it."
"But if the spirit of power came to you. You wouldn't refuse it, would you?"
"Of course, otherwise I wouldn't be serving beside the throne of God now."
"God..." The old man squinted his eyes, as if he could see through the dome of the temple and see the wind and rain outside, "I did all this to steal God's power, but in the end, I didn't expect that God would still be needed. Come and help me...it’s so ironic, is this also the so-called destiny?”
"Don't be so depressed, General Herzog." The man's cloak swayed slightly, "There are too many weak people in this world, but someone has to become a strong one. Things like fate are just excuses for the weak. That’s all, I don’t believe in fate, and you don’t believe in fate either, right?”
"Yeah, I don't believe it." The old man smiled, "Those who believe in fate should worship Amaterasu and Tsukuyomi. No one will believe in the eternal night, but I believe in the eternal night, which will lead the world to a longer and longer night. Ignite a new light."
At this time, the elevator reached the bottom of the deep shaft, and the noise of heavy machinery was heard outside.
The old man took out a Noh mask and put it on his face. It was a wooden mask with white face, red lips and no eyebrows. Although it exuded a ghostly aura, it was still much better than his own terrifying face.
The lift door opens.
In front of him is black water with white waves. Dozens of white water dragons pour into this deep well from all directions. The pressure of these water dragons is extremely high, and it shoots against the iron wall opposite. Every inch of space is filled with broken water splashes.
Someone next to him immediately handed over a transparent raincoat. Herzog stepped out of the elevator, took the raincoat and put it on himself, and then patrolled along the circular iron frame.
The cloaked man standing next to him did not leave the elevator, but restarted the elevator.
Accompanied by a tooth-aching sound, the elevator slowly rose.
"Do we look like such an ideal organization?"
The sound suddenly appeared in the elevator.
There were originally an old man and a man in the elevator. After the old man left, only the cloaked man was left, but now...
Two figures stood in the middle of the elevator.
In addition to the cloaked man, there is another thing that cannot be seen clearly. He leaned on the steel frame of the elevator and said in a frivolous tone: "In the end, everyone is moving forward for strength. There is only one final throne, whether it is the eight monarchs or the All the White Emperor or His Highness the Crown Prince can do is kill each other."
"That's right, Fu Jin." The cloaked man nodded, "This is a game with only one winner. No withdrawal is allowed, no surrender is allowed. The loser can only die. Power and strength, as well as the soul.
Deprived together. "
"I don't understand," the shadow named Fu Jin shook his head, "I just need to do what the Lord arranges."
"So, both you and Wu Ni are very enviable," the cloaked man murmured, "being born from the Lord's body, then returning to the Lord's side, existing as a part of the Lord, never There is no need to think about power and power."
"If Kiruni hears what you say, he will probably come to you for a duel again."
The cloaked man shrugged: "Just stating the facts."
He raised his hand, revealing an arm covered with scales, with sharp claws like knives, and pointed downwards.
Through the lift, you can have an unobstructed view of the scenery below.
There are hundreds of people working in this deep well, blocking the water gates one by one, and operating the pumps to pump out the water in the well. However, this well is too huge, and it is difficult for dozens of large pumps to work together to lower the water by even one meter. , and the stagnant water looks bottomless.
"Why do you think they do these things, and Herzog, why does he want to become a god? In the final analysis, it is just for power and strength. This kind of thing is like a poison that sucks out the bones and marrow. As long as you encounter it, There is no room for maneuver.”
"Indeed," Fukin shook his head, "No matter how many times I see it, it's still hard to figure out. Human beings include guys like you who remain firm in their beliefs even if they replace their original bodies, and there are also those who A guy who abandons everything for profit."
"That's what human beings are."
At this point, the topic seems to have been discontinued.
After a while, Fokine asked a question: "Do you really believe that guy?"
"who?"
"Herzog."
"This is not a matter of belief or disbelief," the cloaked man said in a consistently slow tone. "It is not a question of belief, but of control. Herzog has no choice now. The "variable" has pushed him into the corner. He There is only one way now, and that is to complete the remaining experiments according to the arrangements left by the Lord. If the experiment succeeds, then he who has stolen the power of the White Emperor will still have a glimmer of hope... although this glimmer of hope is only given by the Lord. His illusion. "
"Wow, is this the Lord's plan? It's really watertight." Fu Jin said with a smile.
"No, this is my plan."
"Wow, you are really insidious."
"You really know how to steer the ship."
"You're welcome, you're rewarded," Fu Jin patted the cloaked man on the shoulder, "So, is it also part of the plan to let the Lord's most capable heroic spirit go to the "variables" to die? "
"The random chess game I arranged at random may come in handy at some point." The cloaked man was very calm.
"It's indeed insidious, Brian." Fu Jin hugged the cloaked man's shoulders, "Will one day Wuni and I be sold by you?"
"Who knows..." Brian said, "But I am more inclined to believe that you two were killed by the "variable" before you were sold by me. "
"You think very highly of him."
"wrong."
"What?"
"This is not my evaluation of him," Brian pulled the hood of his cloak with a hint of schadenfreude in his tone, "This is the Lord's evaluation of him."
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The crackling sound welcomes the new year.
But unfortunately, it was not the sound of firecrackers, but the sound of gunshots.
The first day of the new year begins with a gun battle across Japan.
The four masters of the Inuyama, Fuma, Sakurai, Miyamoto and Ryoma families led their cronies in a fierce battle with the fierce ghosts in Tokyo.
It's not just Tokyo.
Fuma Kotaro has just received a tip from his subordinates: the two major branches in Kanto and Kansai suffered fatal blows before they had time to act.
After hearing about the accident in Tokyo, all the leaders of the Kansai branch boarded the bus and rushed to Tokyo.
The leaders of the Kansai branch are much older than the brave young people in the Kanto branch. When they appear, they always look like they are traveling around Japan on a tour bus.
Tour group.
But their attainments in firearms are unparalleled. Among them are Japan's best snipers and engineering demolition experts. As long as they appear in Shinjuku District, the Menggui people will be surrounded by fire that breaks out everywhere.
In street fighting, not a single division could conquer the firearms array of the Kansai branch...
But the Kansai branch's favorite C4 plastic bomb blew the bus into the sky... A quarter of an hour later, the person who planted the bomb was found out, and it was the driver of the bus.
His bloodline was inherently unstable, but someone helped him forge documents for bloodline testing, allowing him to hide in Sheqiba's home for seven full years.
Of course, the Kansai branch would not take the transportation they most rely on lightly, but they did not expect that these C4 bombs would be hidden under the driver's fake skin.
Over the years, this thin ghost has been relying on C4 bombs to disguise himself as a man with a belly - and finally he ruined himself and the Kansai branch.
The Kanto branch is all believers in the Japanese sword, and Minamoto's original intention was to order them to sneak into the battlefield and behead the general.
Yuan Zhisheng is not sure whether such a team composed entirely of vanguard generals can behead the leaders of the Menggui, but every one of this team is a killer who ignores life, even if they fail to reach the target Around them, they will also march in blood all the way until the entire army is destroyed.
The Kanto branch has no objection to this arrangement. The family condones their bad habits and is waiting for the day when they will be driven to the real battlefield. They are trained as samurai, and for the sake of the family's honor and future, all enemies that stand in the way will be killed. All.
But their sports car was smashed by a cement mixer truck that suddenly rushed out halfway.
No matter how fast their sports car was, it could not shake the dozens of tons of engineering vehicles. The cement mixer truck poured down twenty tons of cement mortar from the top of the slope, drowning all the people coming behind.
The supercar that used to run like lightning now became a cage trapping the Kanto branch. It was trapped by tons of cement mortar. The captains could not even open the door. The gunmen hiding on the roadside illuminated it with gunfire. night sky.
Only the head of the branch, Akechi Asu, survived.
During the crash, his arm got stuck in the gap of the steering wheel and there was no chance of escape.
But Asushi was a freak who spent his whole day dissecting corpses to improve his knife skills. He made an instant decision, drew his knife and removed the stuck arm along the gaps between the meridians and bones, and successfully avoided heavy bleeding.
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"Family heads, please go this way...oh no, I mean, please go this way."
Along with his voice, there was a rumbling explosion behind him. The Kanto branch was indeed a master of gunpowder. Only a small group of elites sent away a large group of fierce ghosts.
Then there was a flash of sword light, and Akechi Asusu, who was still wrapped in bandages, chopped the surrounding monsters into pieces like he was chopping melons and vegetables, and then rushed to the heads of several families with his people.
Fuma Kotaro was dumbfounded.
Didn’t it mean that the two major branches in Kanto and Kansai suffered heavy losses?
Is this what he calls heavy losses?
Fuma Kotaro, who has been engaged in espionage work all his life, felt that he had been tricked by his subordinates. He looked at Akechi Asuka and was speechless for a while: "You..."
"Oh, we're fine," Akechi Asushi pushed up his glasses, and his face covered with blood showed a gentle and gentle temperament, "Everyone said that there might be a concubine in our house, and we want to take this opportunity to dig out the bugs. So I arranged two scenes.”
"Drama?" Fuma Kotaro asked doubtfully, "Since you are not dead, then what is dead..."
"They are the monsters caught in the dungeon, and the criminals transferred from the government prisons."
Fuma Kotaro didn't know what to say.
Akechi Asuki still had the idea to continue chatting, but at this time, Yasha rushed in in another extended Hummer and stopped beside a few people: "Family heads, please get in the car. Everyone is already waiting for you at the shrine. The head of the family."
