When did the fate between people begin?
Yuan Zhisheng thought.
He has known Masamune Tachibana since he was very young.
At that time, he and his younger brother were living in Shikatori Town, and they were adopted by a mountain family.
It was obvious that his adoptive father didn't like him and his younger brother, and he always complained that the child support was not enough when he was drunk.
Yuan Zhisheng was very precocious and guessed from this drunken remark that their brothers were entrusted to this family and had to pay alimony every year.
So he always paid attention to the people coming and going at home.
Especially those from outside the mountains. He thought that among these people might be his biological father and mother who were here to visit him and Yuan Zhongnu.
But the people his alcoholic adoptive father befriended were also alcoholics, and none of them made Yuan Zhisheng feel like his parents. Yuan Zhisheng had no good impressions of those people.
The only exception is a middle-aged man who often goes to the mountains to spend weekends.
He calls himself Tachibana Masamune and likes the mountain air to come here to practice yoga.
He always wore white linen clothes that had the smell of being baked by the sun, and he was polite to everyone in the town.
This was Minamoto's first impression of Tachibana Masamune.
But now that I think about it, everything at that time was probably just a disguise.
Not just then, but all the time.
From the very beginning, Tachibana Masamune weaved a perfect scam for their brothers.
As long as Yuan Zhisheng and Yuan Zhisheng follow the path he arranged, what awaits them in the end will be a grand enough death.
Yuan Zhisheng stood at the mouth of the well, condescending. The king's eyes were full of indifference. The king's power ruthlessly crushed these rebels who dared to rebel.
"What a pity. I originally thought that many people would come to watch this wonderful performance." Wang slowly took off his mask, revealing the face that once silenced the entire Japanese underworld.
Tachibana Masamune.
Herzog puts on the mask, takes off the mask, puts the mask on again, takes off the mask again.
At this moment he is a white-faced evil spirit, and at the next moment he is a powerful old man. Both of his two very different faces are smiling. The minister on the mask smiles implicitly and subtly, and Tachibana Masamune smiles complacently.
He should have smiled more tactfully, but he was so happy that he couldn't hide his white teeth, which looked like open pomegranates.
He is Herzog.
Yuan Zhisheng did not have any surprises.
He had expected it, or it could be said that the development of the story was originally planned this way.
Everything is written clearly in Gu Bei's script.
Nothing could escape that guy's eyes, as if he could see through fate.
Yuan Zhisheng suddenly remembered what Gu Bei said about his life.
The false sky and unattainable justice, the power you hold is the prison you have given yourself.
It's really appropriate.
"Is this what you have been pursuing?" Yuan Zhisheng asked, "Kill the gods, seize power, become a new god, and then rule the world? Just like the villain in the clichéd story. "
"But this is the truth!" Herzog opened his arms and embraced the sky. "Only eternal power is the truth. As for ruling the world, it is just a by-product of power. When you have the power of God, From now on, other people will take the initiative to gather together and request your rule. This world has always been like this, and only the strong have the absolute right to speak."
"But this cannot hide the fact that you are just greedy for power."
"Yes, Your Majesty, of course this is the truth, and I am not hiding anything," Herzog said brightly, "War, hatred, and greed, these are beautiful things and the source of the development of the world. Only when war In front of us, human intelligence and talent can be brought into full play, so the history of mankind is a history of war... But these principles may be too profound for you, my respected Majesty."
He took out the silver cigarette case from the inner pocket of his suit, took out a Russian cigarette, and slowly placed it on the cigarette case.
Beat it to make the tobacco more compact.
Herzog put his cigarette in his mouth, lit it and took a deep breath: "But now is not the time to talk about this. Your Majesty, you are disturbing our work."
As he spoke, he took out two long wooden boards from his arms and tapped them lightly.
Yuan Zhisheng was stunned for a moment, losing control of his body, and even his spirit stopped releasing.
Unable to move or speak, but consciousness still exists.
He watched helplessly as the members of the Menggui clan, who had been crushed to the ground by the royal power, got up again and got back to work.
Is this the method he uses to control Eri and Naomi?
"I know that that hateful stranger helped you solve some of my arrangements, but some things cannot be simply reconnected."
Pontointerruption surgery.
The name is pontine disruption, but it actually uses the pontine disruption as an opportunity to create another personality that is exactly the same as the original personality, with one soul and twins.
Just like Minamoto Naomi and Kazama Ruri.
Even if the pons is reconnected, the dual personality is not so easy to return to normal.
And because they have the same personality, even using both hands cannot erase it, unless the original soul is also destroyed.
In the original situation, Herzog could control Yuan Zhisheng and others to do certain things by awakening another personality with the sound of bangzi. But now, the pons of Yuan Zhisheng and others have been reconnected, although the other personality is still the same. It can be awakened, but the information on both sides is indeed communicated.
In other words, Herzog can no longer control Yuan Zhisheng, and being able to do this is the limit.
However, this is enough.
"The next thing you have to do is to watch the ceremony from the special seats and witness the birth of God, Your Majesty."
More liquid nitrogen was injected into the well, and the ice surface continued to thicken.
There were more blood-red ice cubes floating up from the bottom of the well. The engineering team used a laser cutter to open a hole in the ice and lowered the sling. The manipulator at the end of the sling caught the target at the bottom of the well.
As the wheel of the crane rotates, the white Yamato-no-Orochi snake is slowly lifted from the bottom of the well, half-sunk and half-floating in the blood water under the ice.
At this time, everyone can clearly see the weapon that hit it.
The appearance looked ordinary to the extreme. It was a heavy metal rod with a thick end. It was not very sharp. There were severe burn marks on the surface and it was already bent.
But even this weapon, after being cut in two by Tian Congyun, still severely damaged Yamata no Orochi, which neither alchemical weapons nor missiles could destroy.
Because it was launched from above the high-altitude ionosphere, which is 60 kilometers above the ground.
It relies on the small wings at the tail to control its direction. It has no own power and only relies on the kinetic energy accumulated during the fall.
When it reaches the ground, its kinetic energy is hundreds of times that of a depleted uranium armor-piercing bomb, just like a meteor that invades the earth's atmosphere.
Yamata no Orochi was directly facing the meteor falling to the ground.
Its power is not scattered like explosives, but concentrated on the not-sharp end. It is close to liquefying and shattering at the moment of collision with Yamata no Orochi.
Therefore, Tian Congyun's extremely sharp cutting was completely useless to it, and its fragments still severely damaged the body of Yamato no Orochi with huge kinetic energy.
The working team hooked the hook into the gap between the scales of the Yamato norochi and used a crane to fish it out of the water.
The Yamato no Orochi wrapped in ice is like a shark with its fins cut off.
Its heart had been destroyed, four of the eight hearts were broken, and purple-black blood oozed from the scales of the remaining four.
It was laid flat on the ice, and the team kept pouring liquid ammonia on its body to prevent it from breaking out and injuring people.
Herzog approached it, admiring the incredible creature as if he were admiring a dinosaur fossil fresh from an auction house.
It is difficult to associate the word "beautiful" with this terrifying creature. It is more like a deformed monster.
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Each head is connected to a slender neck, and the eight cervical vertebrae grow twistedly from different places on the torso. It is not as perfect and majestic as the ancient dragon in the painting, but rather like the product of failed genetic modification.
Among the four that were destroyed by energy weapons, blood was constantly pouring out. The blood seeped into the ice and was frozen. The four that were still intact still had violent golden eyes open, but it was no longer able to struggle.
A heavy metal rod of manganese-cadmium alloy penetrated its heart, and the ugly wound was like a red fleshy flower.
Only then can people see the true face of Tian Congyun, which is the bony protrusions of its scales, which are a wonderful moon-white color and extremely sharp.
Tian Congyun, who can rival all alchemical weapons, is actually a bone of Yamato no Orochi.
Its toughness and thinness have reached the extreme, surpassing any human craftsmanship so far. With its powerful tail swing, it can even cut through tanks.
It always remains extremely sharp because it grows by itself and the missing edge will be replenished by itself.
"What a beautiful creation." Herzog praised, "The descendant of the White King who is the closest to a pure-blooded dragon in history."
He turned to the long-awaited working group, raised his hands, and said in the most enthusiastic and colorful voice: "The great Darwin expounded the truth of the law of the jungle in his "Origin of Species". Once you were all weak, suffering in the food chain. It is inevitable that we will become food even if we struggle hard, but today the strength and weakness will be completely reversed. We will complete the great evolution, possess the bloodline, speech spirit and alchemy technology of the dragon family. At the same time, we will master the most advanced science of mankind! In front of us, humans and ancient dragons are both We are weak! We are the new dragon clan, and we deserve to enjoy the world!"
His voice was loud and majestic, as if he was presiding over a great ceremony.
Cheers echoed throughout the well, and amid the cheers, Herzog announced: "The dissection begins."
The machine controlled the long knife to sink into the hard ice, piercing the almost indestructible scales of the Yamato norochi.
The knife penetrated the Yamata no Orochi's joints, severed the tendons, and cut off the arteries below the throat. A large amount of black blood poured out and flowed into the bottomless well.
Each position of the knife is carefully calculated by the computer, with the purpose of completely paralyzing this huge body. No matter how strong the Yamata no Orochi's regeneration ability is, its bones can no longer support the body and it has lost a lot of blood.
People controlled the machine's iron hook to penetrate the neck bone of the Yamata-no-Orochi, and used a crane to hoist it in the air.
The remaining four Yamata no Orochi were breathing out cold breath, but they could not raise their heads to attack because the key neck bones were damaged.
The mechanical arms that had been prepared in all directions stretched out to inject the nervous system and important muscles of Yamata no Orochi.
A large amount of dark green medicine entered Yamata no Orochi's body. The body that was still twitching slightly gradually became relaxed, and finally lost its vitality completely.
Only the four pairs of golden holes are left to prove that this great creature is still alive, but there is only a faint light like a candle.
Occasionally, it would turn its eyes and look down at the descendants who had captured it and were about to dismember it. There was no fear or sadness at all, but instead it seemed to be condescendingly mocking or pitying these humble creatures.
The crane moved the Yamato no Orochi to the giant cutting machine aside.
This powerful equipment has a saw tooth diameter of more than three meters. It was originally used in shipyards to cut once-formed steel plates into the required shape.
After being injected with neurotoxin, Yamata no Orochi's muscles have relaxed, and the saw teeth can finally tear open the body of this prehistoric creature, but they still encounter obstacles when they touch the scales and bones, sparks fly, and the saw wheel makes a frightening sound. It was noisy and seemed ready to break at any moment.
Even if water is sprayed and cooled while cutting, the saw wheel gradually becomes red hot, and only two saw wheels are used in turn.
Yamata no Orochi did not struggle. This great creature opened its golden eyes and watched silently as it was being cut. Its blood spurted out and polluted the entire cutting machine.
The saw wheel first cut off the Yamata no Orochi's long tail, and the naturally occurring bone sword "Ama Cong Yun" fell from the cutting table and pierced the concrete ground.
The saw wheel cut off the remaining four pieces of Yamato no Orochi one by one.
head.
Every time a neck bone breaks off with sparks and plasma, a pair of golden holes are extinguished.
When the four capitals were cut off, the last trace of worry in people's minds was put down.
This ancient hybrid species that had been hiding in the Abyss for countless years finally died. The extreme high temperature and pressure did not kill it. Now it finally died under the most cutting-edge technology of mankind.
The cutting table was turned ninety degrees, and the saw wheel cut the Yamata-no-Orochi's drive lengthwise into three pieces.
People finally couldn't hold it any longer. They swarmed up like ants and locusts and rushed towards the huge body of their ancestors. They competed to cut off the largest piece of meat and swallow it in their stomachs, hoping to gain the power of their ancestors.
They don't care about the black blood, which is highly toxic to hybrids, nor the meat, which is tougher than cowhide. Chainsaws and swords are their forks. This is a gluttonous feast!
But is the power from ancient times so easy to obtain?
The poisonous blood corroded their skin and infected their hearts. Some people just drank the black blood, and their whole bodies were covered with dense scales, and their whole bodies were as painful as burning fire.
But no one backed away.
They came one after another, eager for this almost god-like power.
Herzog looked on with cold eyes, as if the scene in front of him was not done by himself.
Of course it has nothing to do with him.
His target is only the holy remains.
Yamata-no-Orochi's body is like a small mountain, and even trying to dig out the sacred remains is like finding a needle in a haystack.
It's better to make use of these wastes.
He was not worried that these people would accidentally eat the holy bones.
People without royal blood are not even qualified to touch the holy bones.
"Eat, eat..."
"eat more……"
"Cut it into smaller pieces and be more careful..."
"God is in there!"
