The steel cable made a tooth-aching sound as it rubbed against the gears, and the elevator sank into bottomless darkness.

It is a 12-metre-diameter circular deep well that leads vertically to the depths of the earth, and the walls of the well are covered with stainless steel castings painted with crimson waterproof paint.

The sound of rushing water can be faintly heard from below.

It wasn't the sound of an ordinary sewer pipe, it was more like an underground river flowing down a well.

"The Iron Dome, how magnificent! But humanity will one day be killed by the mechanical civilization they have developed themselves, and these huge devices are not at all controllable by humans, and once they fall into the hands of the enemy, they will turn into deadly weapons."

In the elevator, the old man held his hands in 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, and the iron frames are layered every three meters, and lights are installed at the bottom of the iron frames.

Dozens of lights had already flashed outside the elevator, which was sinking two of them hundreds of meters into the ground.

"Power is such a thing, it belongs to no one, it is like the elves that wander around the world, they only choose temporary masters, and when the masters are tired and weak, they leave, and those who once held power will die in pools of blood, because they mistakenly think that they really have power," said the man in the cloak, "just as the man who holds the knife does not own the sword, the person who holds the knife dies, and the sword is pulled out of its sheath by the new owner after sleeping."

"But if the elves of power come to you. You're not going to say no to it, are you?"

"Of course, otherwise I wouldn't be serving by God's throne today."

"God ......" the old man squinted, his eyes seemed to be able to pass through the dome of this temple and see the wind and rain outside, "I did all this to steal the power of the gods, but in the end, I didn't expect to need the gods to help me...... It's ironic, is this also what is called fate?"

"Don't be so discouraged, General Herzog," the man's cloak shook slightly, "There are too many weak people in this world, but someone has to be the strong, and this kind of thing is just an excuse for the weak, I don't believe in fate, and you don't believe in fate, do you?"

"yes, I don't believe it." The old man smiled, "Whoever believes in destiny should worship Amaterasu and Tsukiyo, no one will believe in the eternal night, but I believe in the eternal night, which will lead the world to light up new light after the longer the night."

At this time, the elevator reached the bottom of the deep shaft, and there was a noise of heavy machinery 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 the ghost aura of Sensen, it was still much better than his own terrifying face.

The door of the lift opens.

In front of him was the black water of the white waves, and dozens of white water dragons from all directions poured into this deep well, and the pressure of these water dragons was extremely great, shooting on the iron wall opposite, and every inch of space was a broken splash of water.

Someone next to him immediately handed a transparent raincoat, and Herzog stepped out of the elevator, took the raincoat and draped it over his body, and then patrolled along the circular iron frame.

The cloaked man standing beside him did not leave the elevator, but restarted the lift.

With a tooth-sore sound, the elevator slowly rises.

"Do we look like that ideal?"

The sound appeared abruptly in the elevator.

Originally, there were two old men and a man in the elevator, and after the old man left, only the man in the cloak was left, but now, ......

Two figures stood in the middle of the lift.

In addition to the cloaked man, there was something that could not be seen clearly, he leaned against the steel frame of the elevator, and said in a flirtatious tone: "In the end, everyone is moving forward for strength, and there is only one final throne, whether it is the Eight Great Monarchs or the White Emperor, or His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, all they can do is kill each other."

"That's right, Fokine." The man in the cloak nodded, "This is a game where there is only one winner, no withdrawal is allowed, no surrender is allowed, the only loser is death, power and power, and soul

Deprived of them all."

"I don't understand," the shadow named Fokine shook her head, "I just need to do what the Lord has arranged."

"So, both you and Wuni are very enviable," the cloaked man whispered, "Born from the Lord's body, and returned to the Lord's side, existing as a part of the Lord, never thinking about power and power."

"If I let Wuni hear you, I'm sure I'll be coming to you to duel again."

The cloaked man shrugged, "Just stating the facts."

He lifted his hand, revealing a scaly arm, claws as sharp as knives, and pointed down.

Through the lift, you can see the scene below.

Hundreds of people were busy in this deep well, blocking the water gates one by one, and manipulating the pumping machines to pump out the water in the well, but the well was so huge that it was difficult for dozens of large pumping machines to work together to make the water drop even one meter, and the water seemed bottomless.

"Why do you think they did these things, and Herzog, why did he want to be a god? In the final analysis, it's just for power and power, this kind of thing is like a poison that draws bones and sucks the marrow, as long as it touches it, there is no room for maneuver."

"Indeed," Phokine shook his head, "no matter how many times you look at it, it's hard to guess, there are people like you, who still have strong beliefs even if they replace their original body, and there are also those who abandon everything for profit."

"That's what humans are."

Speaking of which, the topic seems to have been cut off.

It took a moment for Fokine to ask a question, "Do you really believe that guy?"

"Who?"

"Herzog."

"It's not a question of believing or not believing," the cloaked man's tone was consistently slow, "It's not about believing, it's about controlling, Herzog has no choice now, that "variable" has pushed him into a corner, and he has only one way now, and that is to complete the rest of the experiments according to the arrangement left by the lord, if the experiment is successful, then he still has a chance to steal the power of the White Emperor...... Although this glimmer of life is only an illusion given to him by the Lord."

"Wow, is this the Lord's plan! It's really watertight." Fujin laughed.

"No, that's my plan."

"Wow, you're so sinister."

"You'll see the wind at the helm."

"Prizes have been won," Phokine patted the cloaked man on the shoulder, "So, it's part of the plan to have the Lord's most capable Heroic Spirit go to Variables to die?"

"Random chess may come in handy at some point." The cloaked man was determined.

"It's sinister enough, Brian," Fortin hugged the cloaked man's shoulder, "Will there be a day when you and I will be sold by you?"

"Who knows......" said Brian, "but I'd rather say that you two were killed by the Variable before I sold you."

"You think highly of him."

"Wrong."

"What?"

"That's not what I say about him," Brian pulled at the top of his cloak, a hint of schadenfreude in his tone, "that's what the Lord says about him."

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A crackling sound greets the arrival of the New Year.

But alas, it's not the sound of firecrackers, it's the sound of gunshots.

The first day of the new year begins with a shootout all over Japan.

The owners of Inuyama, Kazema, Sakurai, Miyamoto, and Ryoma lead their cronies in a fierce battle against the demons of Tokyo.

It's not just Tokyo.

Wind Demon Kotaro has just received a tip from his subordinates: the two major branches of Kanto and Kansai have been fatally hit before they have 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 men of the Kanto branch, and when they appear, it is as if they are traveling around Japan on a tourist bus

Tours.

But their expertise in firearms is unparalleled, and among them are some of Japan's best snipers and engineered demolition specialists, and as soon as they appear in Shinjuku, the demons will be surrounded by flames everywhere.

In the street fighting, not a single division was able to overcome the firearms array of the Kansai branch......

But the C4 plastic bomb, which was the favorite of the Kansai branch, blew the bus into the sky...... A quarter of an hour later, the person who planted the bomb was identified, and it was the driver of the bus.

His bloodline was born unstable, but someone helped him forge the documents for the bloodline test, leaving him hidden in the Snake Eight House for seven years.

Of course, the Kansai branch would not take the means of transportation they relied on the most, but they did not expect that these C4 bombs were hidden under the driver's fake skin.

For all these years, the emaciated ghost had relied on the C4 bomb to disguise himself as a man with a belly - and in the end, he buried himself with the Kansai branch.

The Kanto branch was all believers in Japanese swords, and Minamoto had ordered them to infiltrate the battlefield and behead the general.

Yuan Zhisheng is not sure whether such a team composed of all the generals can cut off the heads of the leaders of the Menggui people, but every one of them in this team is a killer who disregards life, and even if they fail to rush to the target, they will march all the way until the entire army is destroyed.

The Kanto branch had no problem with such an arrangement, and the clan indulged in their vices of waiting for the day when they would be driven to the real battlefield, and they were trained as samurai to slay all enemies who stood in their way for the sake of the family's honor and future.

But their sports car was smashed by a cement mixer truck that suddenly rushed out of the middle of the road.

No matter how fast their sports car was, it could not shake the dozens of tons of construction trucks, and the cement mixer truck poured 20 tons of cement mortar from the top of the slope, drowning all the people who came behind.

The supercars that used to run like electricity have now become a cage for the Kanto branch, trapped by tons of cement mortar, and the captains can't even open the door, and the gunmen hiding on the side of the road light up the night sky with gunfire.

Only the branch chief, Achi, survived.

His arm got stuck in the gap of the steering wheel during the crash, and there was no chance of escape.

However, Ashlost, a freak who spends his days dissecting corpses to improve his knife skills, made a quick decision to pull out his knife and remove the stuck arm along the gaps between the meridians and bones, and successfully avoided the massive bleeding.

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"Ladies and gentlemen, please ...... Oh no, I mean, please go this way."

Along with his voice, a rumbling explosion sounded behind him, and the Kanto branch was worthy of being a master of playing with gunpowder, but a small group of elites sent away a large group of Menggui.

Immediately after that, a knife flashed, and the wise Ah Sushi, who was still wrapped in bandages on his body, chopped the surrounding ghosts into pieces like chopping melons and vegetables, and then rushed to the side of several family heads with people.

Wind Demon Kotaro was dumbfounded.

Didn't you say that the two major branches of the Kanto and Kansai regions suffered heavy losses?

What the hell is this called a heavy loss?

Wind Demon Kotaro, who has been engaged in espionage work all his life, felt that he had been tricked by his subordinates, and looked at the wise Asu who was speechless for a while: "You ......"

"Oh, we're fine," Wise Ah Su pushed his glasses, and his bloody face actually showed a polite temperament, "The eldest said that we may have a female cadre in the house, and we want to take this opportunity to dig up the worms, so we will arrange two scenes."

"Play?" Wind Demon Kotaro wondered, "Since you are not dead, then it is ...... that is dead."

"It's the ghosts caught in the dungeon, and the criminals transferred from the government [zheng] government prison."

Wind Demon Kotaro didn't know what to say.

Wise Asu still had the idea of continuing to chat, but at this time, Yaksha rushed in in another elongated Humvee and stopped beside a few people: "A few heads of the family, please get in the car, the patriarch is already waiting for a few heads of the house at the shrine."