“I was beaten to it.”

Caesar smiled, grasped his weapon tightly, and jumped directly from the plane. Other specialists from the executive department followed him and joined the battle.

Finally, the one who stayed on the plane was Xia Mi. She frowned slightly and looked at the groups of corpse guards and ghost-toothed vipers. She muttered to herself, "These guys...are all the followers of the White King, right? Although there is something a little strange about them, the aura of their bloodline cannot be faked, and I vaguely felt the aura of the Dragon King just now."

She soon smiled in relief and said, "It seems that those guys in the equipment department really didn't brag when they said they could even detect the Dragon King. In the end, they actually detected the Dragon King. That's awesome."

...

Zushi coast

A man covered in blood stood on the beach. The huge Yamata-no-Orochi, as big as a mountain, fell down. A dark red blood waterfall gushed out from its mountain-like neck. The sticky blood coagulated into blood-colored crystal pillars under the moonlight.

The eight twisted dragon heads still maintained their ferocious postures, but their golden pupils had collapsed into charred holes, losing their breath of life. The venom flowing from their poison sacs corroded the buildings on the coast, and even the sea became turbid and filthy.

Bright lights came on, shining on the monster's horrific snake scales. Fengjian Liuli, who had accomplished all this, was now keeping his head down in silence. His white hair hung down to cover his eyes, and his clothes were covered with bloodstains, so much so that it was difficult to even see their original color. One of his arms hung limply, a severe injury suffered in the battle.

"Hmph, what a pity. He is only one step away. After all, he is just a monster, not the king who sits high in the sky." Herzog said with a smile.

"It is so powerful just by inheriting a part of the White King's legacy. It is hard to imagine how powerful the real White King is. Now, I can finally find the White King's legacy, the Holy Remains, from its body!"

He smiled excitedly and his heartbeat quickened. Ruri Kazama was much stronger than he had imagined. With the help of thermal weapons, she killed the Yamata no Orochi in just a short time.

Just now, the corpse guards, ghost-toothed vipers, and various monsters in the God's Treasure House all rioted and attacked Tokyo. Facing such a fierce group of monsters, even Lu Mingfei would probably have to spend a lot of effort to solve it, right? And the time he spent solving the problem was exactly the time for me to merge the Holy Relics.

Thinking of this, Herzog's expression when he looked at Kazama Ruri gradually became dangerous, although this was not his best goal. The vessel he wanted most was actually Eri, the girl's bloodline was the strongest, and through her becoming the White King, he would definitely become more powerful and stable.

But there was no way. The current Eri was no longer a girl he could easily control. There was a brutal and powerful monster behind her.

A monster that even Ultraman can't defeat!

"To be on the safe side, let's first check out the situation in Tokyo."

Herzog turned on his mobile phone and used special means to hack into the cameras inside the city. The sparsely populated streets appeared in his eyes. There were no hordes of zombies wreaking havoc as he had imagined, nor were there Vipertooth and Deadpool occupying the city.

There is only a peaceful city, a mountain of monster corpses on the ground, and a doomsday scene with rivers of blood.

Finished killing them all?

Herzog's heart suddenly skipped a beat. He felt that the opponent's fighting style was somewhat super-model, just like a fierce battle. If such a strong guy came over, he would probably kill the Yamata no Orochi in one move. He was worthy of being the ultimate dragon slayer with the potential to become a god. He was simply a living monster.

So the question is, if the group of corpse guards that broke out in the Shenzang can't hold him back, then where is he now? Has he come here in person? Can I still become the new White King?

Just as Herzog was doubting his life, the roar of Bugatti was heard. The cool luxury car stopped near the Zushi coast, and two men, one old and one young, got out of the car.

Uesugi Kotsu dressed as a ramen chef, and the new head of the Snake Eight Clan, Minamoto Chisei.

Damn, here come two troublesome guys!

Why did they come so quickly? Could it be that Lu Mingfei was protecting the city, so he gave them some space to attack?

Herzog glanced at Kazama Ruri, who was currently receiving emergency treatment. The battle with the Yamata-no-Orochi had already caused him to lose most of his combat power. Even if he had enough strength to defeat Minamoto no Chisei head-on, he would not be able to win at this moment.

As for Uesugi Yue, there is no need to mention him. He is the strongest hybrid on earth and the source of the royal bloodlines of the three Sheqi Eight Families.

Fight the market!

Beads of cold sweat dripped down Herzog's head. An unprecedented sense of crisis hung over his heart like a cloud of doomsday. He felt like he was being plotted against. Although his plan was disrupted by Lu Mingfei, he still had a chance if he proceeded steadily.

But the problem is that the Yamata-no-Orochi revived ahead of schedule and wandered around the coast of Tokyo, which forced him to make plans and arrangements in advance, thus putting him in trouble.

He had only two choices: first, to completely give up his goal and become an ordinary person; second, to take huge risks and forcefully take action.

Herzog, who has been working on this for decades, simply cannot give up, so he is forced to continue at great risk, but now it seems that the situation is more complicated and critical than he imagined.

hateful!

Why at this moment?

The blood transfusion plan needs time. Although he can use the sound of the clapper to suppress Kazama Ruri and use him to successfully ascend the throne and become the White King, the problem is that Uesugi Yue and Minamoto Chisei are getting out of the car with a covetous look on their faces. How can they give him the time to do anything?

They might not even give me the chance to find out the White King's legacy from the Yamata no Orochi post!

How to do?How to do?

Gen Chisei and Uesugi Yue walked over, they looked solemn and dignified, holding ancient swords in their hands, ready to attack the fierce demons at any time.

The footsteps on the beach were so small that they could hardly be heard, but Herzog felt as if they were stepping hard on his heart, one step at a time, as if they wanted to crush his heart.

"Are you Tachibana Masamune?"

Uesugi Yue spoke, his eyes were sharp and domineering, the former Shadow Emperor seemed to have been resurrected, even though he was very old now, he was still the most powerful man in the world.

"Hold him."

Herzog gritted his teeth and retreated, while shouting orders to the ghosts.

But the next moment, a cold knife flashed from Herzog's chest, and his pupils suddenly contracted, as if the night was split by lightning.

The blood dripping from the blade splashed onto the ground, blooming into tiny blood cherry blossoms. Fengjian Liuli's hand was pressed tightly on the hilt, his knuckles turned white, as if he wanted to nail all the twisted hatred and sorrow into this old body. The bloodstained clothes and white hair made him look more like a demon.

Herzog staggered and turned around, forcing a hoarse sneer from his throat. At this moment, his mask had long been shattered, revealing a face as wrinkled as dry tree bark - the kindness of Tachibana Masamune and the sinisterness of the general, now all became torn costumes.

Blood foam gushed out from the corners of his mouth, but he was still laughing, his laughter was like rusty gears rolling over gravel: "Ahem... you really are a... bad boy..."

Genji suddenly pulled out his long knife, and with the dull sound of the blade rubbing against his ribs, Herzog fell to his knees like a puppet with its strings cut. Dark red blood spread from under him, like a greedy snake, winding and devouring every inch of the floor. His fingers spasmed and dug into the beach, trying to grab something, but he only picked up a handful of blood-stained sand, which he held like a pool of rotten mud.

"I am not your puppet..."

Genji's voice was as light as snow, but she raised the blade again and said, "I am Kazama Ruri, the one who crawled back from hell to kill you."

As the blade fell, Herzog's pupils suddenly dilated and he completely lost his breath.

The vast strong wind was howling, the waves stained with divine blood surged and rolled, and the salty and fishy sea breeze blew on the stunned faces of Uesugi Yue and Minamoto Chisei.

Genji lowered his eyes. He looked at the old face which was frozen with astonishment and unwillingness. He suddenly chuckled, and the laughter gradually turned into sobbing. The wind mixed with the smell of blood passed through the ruins where he had fought with the Yamata no Orochi, and blew away the water marks at the corners of his eyes into the darkness, as if breaking the haze of this life.

Now, he is Genjitsu. The evil ghost of the past finally left with Herzog's death, and the nightmare that shrouded him for half his life finally went away.

I finally...finally killed him!

Yuan Zhinu turned around and looked back at her brother who was walking towards her. Her heart was filled with excitement. She subconsciously wanted to wave and respond, but then she remembered that she still looked like a devil. How could she... still meet her brother?

Just as he hesitated, a clear, powerful and rhythmic sound rang out again. That sound was his nightmare, the sound that summoned the evil spirit in his heart.

No....not good....

Gen Chinu gritted her teeth, trying to maintain her remaining consciousness. She couldn't help but recall that she had killed Herzog in bed, and the next day he reappeared in front of her as if nothing had happened. This guy might not be dead, he might even be hiding nearby and controlling me with the sound of the clapper.

After so many years, the one who saw my brother was not me, but that evil ghost Fengjian Liuli?

"Is there an internal conflict?"

As Uesugi Yue looked at Herzog who was stabbed to death by his own people, he couldn't help but show some confusion on his face, and he felt a little nervous.

Before he set off, Norton told him that one of his children was on the Zushi Coast. Uesugi Yue didn't know where his child was, but it was likely that he was one of the ghosts.

Gen Chisheng said that he once had a brother named Gen Chinu, but he later turned into a ghost and was killed by him. If Gen Chinu had not died, maybe he would have four children?

Just as Uesugi Yue was sighing, he suddenly found that the boy next to him was motionless. He stood there in a daze, looking at the white-haired man who killed Herzog, as if he had seen something incredible.

"It's you?"

Yuan Zhisheng's voice trembled. Killing his brother with his own hands had been the nightmare of his life. It was something he had to do as a representative of justice. Guilt and helplessness followed him like a shadow and had always tortured him.

And today, he actually saw his former brother, Minamoto no Chijo, on the Zushi coast.

"Who is he?"

Uesugoshi asked.

"My younger brother who was killed by me....Genjiro."

Gen Chisei replied that he didn't understand why he saw his brother in this place and saw him kill Tachibana Masamune with his own hands. A bad idea came to his mind, but he found it hard to believe and even subconsciously rejected it.

If that conjecture is true, then what does it matter that he once killed Minamoto no Chitose for the sake of justice?

"Source young girl?"

Uesugi Yue's body trembled, and his gaze towards the white-haired evil ghost began to become heated. It turned out that this was his other child.

He subconsciously wanted to recognize him, but the sound of a bullet being fired rang out before him. It was a bullet fired by a group of fierce ghosts, aiming directly at Uesugi Yue's forehead.

"Ding!"

The first bullet was cut off, and then the sound of bullets rained down, and the bullets surged like a tide towards Uesugi Koshi and Minamoto Chisei.

The Genji girl on the opposite side was obviously so close, but at this moment she seemed so far away. The white-haired man slowly exhaled a breath of foul air, turned his head to look at the two people who dodged and retreated, relying on the modified Bugatti to avoid the bullets. A complex look flashed in his eyes, but then there was a deep murderous intent.

Fengjian Liuli tentatively moved her injured arm. It was usable, but it was very painful to move. If she used too much force, the wound would most likely rupture again, making the injury worse.

...

"Damn, the enemy's firepower is too strong. Do you have any way to break through?" Gen Chisheng hid behind the Bugatti and asked Uesugi Yue beside him.

"..."

Uesugi Yue didn't say anything, with a complicated expression on his face. As long as he used Black Sun, no matter how many bullets he had, it would be impossible to defeat him head-on. This was the power of the strongest hybrid on earth.

However, the person he was facing now was his own son. How could the old man use the Black Sun Spirit on his own son? If he accidentally killed him, Uesugi Yue would be very upset. This was his lost child for decades!