AWB Chapter 228 The words of the general, the furious Uesugi Yue
Chapter 228 The words of the general, the furious Uesugi Yue
Chapter 228 The words of the general, the furious Uesugi Yue
Yes, Yuan Zhisheng now understands that many people do not need to die.
Without the existence of their three brothers and sisters, there would be no ambition to be a king. How many people died in this cruel underworld war?
And they are still alive and well, because some people think they are still valuable.
Their lives are stepped on countless bones, so their sins are as heavy as a mountain, and they should go to hell after death.
He looked at Liuli Kazama who was talking to himself in front of him, and felt a little emotional. If he didn't know something, he should have come to find his younger brother today... to go to hell together.
"Brother, do you still remember the time we went to see the meteor shower? We climbed the mountain for several hours..."
Kazama Ruri was pressed in place, she didn't seem to feel anything, she was still talking to herself.
"...We didn't see the Leo meteor shower in the end, but I still remember the taste of plum rice..."
The silent Yuan Zhisheng finally spoke, "Stop talking."
Kazama Liuli stopped narrating the past, the rain fell from the corners of his eyes, and he didn't know if there were tears in it, he smiled and said: "This world is always like this, one person wants to say something, but the other person doesn't want to listen."
After finishing speaking, he lowered his body slightly, "Then I'll tell my brother slowly later..."
After the words fell, the rain curtain was cut by the airflow again, Yuan Zhisheng's figure soared out, smashing down an unknown number of trees, amidst the sparks of swords and soldiers, he just stared into his younger brother's eyes lightly.
Under Kazama Liuli's frenzied attack, his limbs were bleeding, and amidst the thunderstorm, he could hear the man laughing wildly, "...After my brother became a qualified quiet listener, I slowly... Tell you!"
Yuan Zhisheng just resisted the attack "difficultly", and the wounds on his body continued to increase, but he didn't say a word.
"Brother, you are much stronger than last time I saw you, but you are still too weak."
"Brother, your subordinates seem to have rebelled."
"Brother, they seem to be about to capture that thing."
"Brother, brother, brother, brother..."
In the end, every time Kazama Liuli slashed, she yelled those two words crazily, but the expression on her face didn't have the slightest brotherly warmth at all, it was just endlessly ferocious, like a ghost in hell.
He is indeed an evil ghost, an extremely evil ghost, a ghost who came to avenge his brother!
On the other side, near the True Red Well, a group of fierce ghost members and people from the Kanto branch surrounded the Yamata no Orochi to attack.
This Yamata no Orochi, conceived from the holy remains, perfectly interprets what it means to be a centipede that is dead but not stiff.
Although it is not enough to look at Kazama Ruri who has evolved to the extreme, but facing ordinary mixed races, even with only one head left, they still have an advantage.
He is the body that holds the power of the White Emperor. Water, thunder, and strong wind surround him, and many words are released, crushing these weak insects to death.
He couldn't defeat that crazy young man, just because the opponent was too fast, the ordinary speech spirit couldn't catch up with the opponent's footsteps, and the power was not enough to kill him.
But when dealing with these ordinary hybrids, He seemed to be able to handle them with ease. He even devoured a lot of flesh and blood after killing them. The wounds on his body were gradually healing, and new fleshy bulges were bulging, and a new head was about to grow.
The fierce ghosts reversed their previous cowardly attitude, and now they rushed forward desperately. The Yamata no Orochi in its complete form just now seemed invincible, so they could only hide behind Kazama Ruri.
But right now there is only one head left of Yamata no Orochi, they have a chance!
After about 10 minutes, the last head of Yamata no Orochi fell to the ground panting, and he seemed to have exhausted all the strength of this body.
And in front of him, there were corpses all over the place.
The wise Asuya, who was once arrogant and pretentious, was pierced in the chest by a water arrow, and looked at the sky with empty eyes.
Yingxiu's short blade got stuck in his neck, and it was blocked by the sudden manifestation of the dust-free land.
The only survivor of the Kanto Branch is the famous 騒货小蓧. She has successfully seduced all the men in the Kanto Branch except Asuya Akechi, but apparently Yamata no Orochi is not interested in women, and her ability to seduce men can’t save her life.
At this time, she was hit by the vampiric sickle, and her abdomen was bleeding profusely. Without timely treatment, there is a high probability that she would not survive today.
The strong wind blows from the east, and the white shadow presses the black shadow across the muddy ground, bringing up a dark red water curtain, which covers the pale face of the little scorpion. Under the violent impact, she looks like a rag doll. Being knocked into the tree, the once enchanting and beautiful figure became distorted.
Her kung fu may be useful to some men, but in the eyes of the two men who are still alive on the battlefield, they only have each other at this time.
boom--
The gravel splashed down, and Yuan Zhisheng was pushed against the raised wall of the True Red Well by Fengjian Liuli. There seemed to be mandala patterns in the pupils of Fengjian Liuli, while Yuan Zhisheng's eyes were as silent as a mountain. .
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A man in a suit and a Noh mask walks through an automatic door at the Peninsula Hotel in Tokyo.
The people who took refuge in the hall all looked at the man in surprise, because this guy obviously looked like a "suspicious person".
But the masked man didn't talk to anyone, ignored the waitress who was walking towards him, and walked briskly towards the elevator, humming some kind of old song.
"I" is really in a good mood now, it's better to say it's extremely good.
After so many years of hard work, "I" has finally reached the time to reap the fruits today.
It's a pity that he still can't feel the joy of "myself", "myself" is always extremely cautious in doing things, and I won't let "myself" get involved in any risky things.
Kazama Ruri regards him as an immortal ghost, an evil spirit from hell, but in fact many things are not as complicated as outsiders think.
Dr. Herzog is just a weak hybrid. In terms of blood, he may not be at the B level of Kassel College, but his speech is very special, weak and special.
Word spirit. Dream maker.
The word spirit that has not been recorded by the secret party, but "I" analyzed that it might be the subordinate of my beloved toy, the nightmare, the word spirit. This kind of fate-like coincidence made "I" love this toy very much.
Obviously, both bloodline and speech spirit are in the upper position of "myself", but I want to dance like a marionette under the giant net woven by "myself", which makes "myself" feel more happy.
The function of this word spirit is also very simple. After using it, it can affect the dreams and consciousness of the target to a lower limit. This lower limit is really very low.
For example, if "self" is used on a normal person, it can only guide the other person to have a spring dream tonight, and it is impossible to specify the target, let alone the details.
Because the subconscious mind of a person is capable of resisting foreign intrusion consciousness, even the spirit of ordinary people is unexpectedly strong in this respect, and it is impossible to brainwash the other party with this.
But he "himself" is a genius, and a genius always makes the impossible possible.
People's subconscious spirit is indeed very strong, and only the language spirit of the nightmare level can forcibly modify it deeply and violently. Dreamers cannot do it, but it is only limited to ordinary people.
What if the object used by Yanling is not considered human at all?Or is it a person who has no consciousness at all?
Yes, Herzog, who is proficient in genetic technology, used cloning technology to create many of his own bodies.
Because it is a mass-produced thing without consciousness, Herzog can use dragon gene evolution technology on these bodies wantonly, so each of his bodies is as powerful as a monster.
So strong that Herzog is often dissatisfied with his No. [-] toy. As the successor of the royal blood, his overall ability is not as good as his mass-produced clone.
These clones have no self-awareness, and "I" can use the dream maker to instill personality and "responsibility" in them. In front of others, they show the image of greedy ghouls and unscrupulous, but in fact the clones are all Having an excellent core quality, that is, absolute loyalty to "self", the external performance is only preset, and you can say what you say to whoever you are.
After all, safety comes first, and "I" don't want to be usurped by clones.
To put it simply, this process is somewhat like programming a blank computer. The underlying commands are absolute, and the external performance is packaged.
To achieve all this is a huge project, and clones are worthless, but the process of shaping a "king general" is indeed arduous.
So Toy No. [-] kills clones of "self" a few times, and "self" doesn't really care. "They" are calm and unpredictable in front of the toys, but "self" is furious.
Some people think that "I" just have a lot of shadow dancers, and "I" is happy for others to think so, but "I" despises those ignorant people in my heart.
Shadow?What kind of low-end stuff is that?
Every incarnation of "myself" is carefully customized, so no flaws have ever been revealed.
Moreover, the king can also appear in multiple places at the same time, like a real ghost,
"I" kept an ancient dragon's fetal blood, which was originally intended to be used by the No. [-] toy under certain circumstances, so as to make the drama more exciting. Anyway, the value of the two toys should have been squeezed out by then.
"I" have always admired the ancient culture of the East, and there are many words in it that make sense. As the saying goes, plans can't keep up with changes.
Because of the appearance of that young man named Lu Chen, and the farce of Mount Fuji last time, the layout of "myself" has been disrupted a lot.
"I" wanted to wait a little longer for God to appear in this world, but that nasty boy actually wanted to take away "my" toy No. [-]!
Toy No. [-] and No. [-] "I" don't need to care about it, but No. [-] toy is the best masterpiece of "I" and also the container needed for "I" to evolve.
The plan must be started in advance, and it needs to be changed.
A reckless man is just a reckless man after all, a fool who has been dazzled by love has gone into the sea after all, and everything is in "his own" plan.
Now that Tokyo is shrouded in an elemental storm, the main forces of the Snaki Eight Clans and the warships of the Secret Party are busy dealing with the corpse guards at sea, and the most terrifying Lu Chen has also been buried in the sea.
Now no one can stand in his way, as long as he brings the No. [-] toy to the destination, "I" can board the white throne.
He looked at the watch on his wrist and counted the time. "I" should have arrived at the True Red Well, Yamata no Orochi was already dying, and the No. [-] and No. [-] toys "I" could control at will. When the No. [-] toy was in place, "Yourself" can start to evolve.
The clone is not completely thoughtless, at least he feels a little excited at this time, if "I" is not always cautious, I will not let the clone carry any communication device that can contact "I", in case the clone is killed after an accident. If a person follows the vine, he must synchronize his mood with "himself".
He also has no doubts, of course "I" don't need to supervise his actions, and don't need to worry about their plans being interrupted, because the eight Saki families, including the secret party commissioners currently stationed in Tokyo, Japan, are extremely weak. Will not be his opponent.
Just as he thought before, no one can stop him and "myself" in the way.
"I" originally wanted to pick up toy No. [-] in person, and taste desserts on the way, but "I" has endured it for many years. When I think that this is the lover of the young man who is as powerful as a ghost, I get excited Can't control myself.
But "I" finally suppressed the eagerness to move, and proceeded cautiously to the end. These things can be done before evolution.
What if toy No. [-] kills "self" before "self" knocks on the clapper? "I" is very fragile and cannot take risks.
He is different, stronger, and fully guaranteed to complete this mission.
He swiped the card he had prepared, pressed the button on the top floor, and hummed a pleasant little tune.
Stepping out of the elevator, stepping on the soft carpet, almost jumped up.
Oh, maybe he's not really happy either, after all he doesn't have an emotional "system", he's just programmed to be happy in situations like these, um... maybe "myself" thinks it's more... style?Just like the "he" who was killed in the Yanliu Research Institute.
He walked to the door of the presidential suite, swiped his card, and the door opened.
Holding the clapper in his hand, the first time he saw toy No. [-], he immediately began to ring rhythmically.
Toy No. [-] was stunned when he heard the sound of the clapper, and did not show the consciousness of resisting.
Very well, on to the second track phase, dominating toy number three's mind with fearful fantasies, and then the third track, fully manipulating toy number three.
He walked up to toy No. [-] and knocked on the clapper in an orderly manner. Everything went smoothly. No one would come here at this time, and there was no force that could stop his body...
His hand knocking on the clapper stopped because he couldn't go on knocking anymore, an old hand tightly grasped his arm like a hydraulic machine.
He turned his head slightly puzzled, and saw a strange old man with a ramen chef's turban wrapped around his head.
An old man selling ramen?
This is not on the list of targets he should be on guard against. When did Japan have such a strong man?
He let go of the clapper with his right hand, swung his arm with at least ten tons of strength, and punched the ramen master's old face with a straight punch.
Snapped--
The old master easily grabbed his fist, and he and the old master looked at each other. It was the dazzling golden pupil like the Supreme, just like the real emperor.
"You want to touch my daughter?"
Uesugi's deeper voice suppressed the volcano that was about to erupt.
General Wang's face twitched with the mask on. It was because of the natural reaction of the body caused by the severe pain. He shouldn't have understood what kind of emotion panic is, but at this moment, he suddenly seemed to understand a little bit.
His right fist made a toothache sound. It was the bones being crushed. His left arm was squeezed to only two centimeters in diameter. The dragon scales on his body cracked and the keel bones were broken. This body that has been genetically modified to the extreme is as frail as a toy.
Uesugi grabbed the general and walked a few steps towards the open place. The ancient and solemn dragon sound sounded, and the volcano really erupted.
No, in front of him was a high temperature far exceeding that of a volcanic eruption.
It was a big black day.
(End of this chapter)