When did the relationship between people begin?

Yuan Zhisheng thought.

He had known Tachibana Masamune since he was very young.

At that time, he and his younger brother lived in Katori Town, and they were adopted by a family of mountain people.

Obviously, the adoptive father did not like him and his younger brother, and always complained about the lack of child support when he got drunk.

Yuan Zhisheng was very precocious, and guessed from this drunken remark that their brother was entrusted to this family, and he had to pay a sum of alimony every year.

So he kept an eye on the people who came and went in his house.

Especially from outside the mountains, he thought that some of these people might have his biological father and mother who came to visit him and Yuan Zhinu.

But the people who the drunkard's adoptive father befriended were also drunkards, and none of them made Yuan Zhisheng feel like his parents, and Yuan Zhisheng didn't have a good impression of those people.

The only exception is the middle-aged man who often goes into the mountains for weekends.

He called himself Tachibana Masamune and liked the mountain air to come here to practice yoga.

He was always dressed in a white linen shirt that smelled of the sun and was courteous to everyone in town.

This was Genjisheng's initial impression of Tachibana Masamune.

But now that I think about it, everything was probably just a disguise.

Not just then, but all the time.

From the very beginning, Tachibana Masamune weaved a perfect scam for their brother.

As long as Yuan Zhisheng and Yuan Zhinu follow the path he arranged, then what awaits them in the end must be a grand enough death.

Yuan Zhisheng stood at the mouth of the well, condescending, the king's eyes were full of indifference, and the king's power mercilessly crushed these rebellious people who dared to rebel.

"It's a shame, I thought there would be a lot of people coming to see this wonderful show." The king slowly removed his mask, revealing the face that had silenced the entire Japanese underworld.

Tachibana Masamune.

Herzog put on his mask, took off his mask, put on his mask again, and took off his mask again.

One moment he was a white-faced demon, the next moment he was a powerful old man, and there was a smile on both very different faces, the minister on the mask smiled subtly and subtly, and Tachibana Masamune smiled smugly.

He should have smiled more tactfully, but he was so happy that he couldn't hide his white teeth when he laughed, like a pomegranate opening his mouth.

He was Herzog.

There were no surprises at the source.

He had long expected it, or the story had been arranged this way.

Everything is clearly written in Gu Bei's script.

Nothing can escape that guy's eyes, as if he can see through fate.

Yuan Zhisheng suddenly remembered what Gu Bei had said, which belonged to his life.

The false sky and the unattainable justice, the power in charge is a cage that has been given to itself.

It's really apt.

"Is that what you've been after?" Genjisheng asked, "Kill the gods, seize power, become the new gods, and then rule the world?" It's like the villain in a cliché story that can't be more old-fashioned."

"But that's the truth!" Herzog opened his arms and embraced the sky, "Only the eternal and unchanging power is the truth, as for the matter of ruling the world, this kind of thing is just a by-product of power, when you have the power of God, everyone else will take the initiative to gather and ask for your rule, this world has always been like this, only the strong have the absolute right to speak."

"But that doesn't hide the truth that you're just greedy for power."

"Yes, Your Majesty, of course this is the truth, and I have not concealed anything," Herzog said with a radiant expression, "War, hatred, greed, these are all beautiful things, they are the source of the development of the world, and only in the face of war can human ingenuity be brought into full play, so the history of mankind is a history of war...... But these truths may be too profound for you, my esteemed majesty."

He took out a silver cigarette case from the inner pocket of his suit, took out a paper cigarette made in Russia, and slowly sat on the cigarette case

Knock it so that the tobacco is firmer.

Herzog took a cigarette in his mouth, lit it and took a deep breath: "But now is not the time to talk about this, Your Majesty, you have disturbed our work."

As he spoke, he took out two wooden longboards from his bosom and tapped them gently.

Yuan Zhisheng was in a trance, lost control of his body, and even stopped releasing his words.

Unable to move, unable to speak, but consciousness remains.

He watched as the members of the Demons who had been crushed by the royal power got up again and threw themselves into their work.

Is this the method he uses to control Eri and the young girl?

"I know that the abominable stranger helped you with some of my setups, but there are some things that don't just need to be reconnected."

Pontine disruption surgery.

The name is pontine disruption, but it is actually using pontine disruption as an opportunity to create another personality that is exactly the same as the original personality, one soul twin.

Just like Gen Childu and Ruri Kazama.

Even if the pons are reconnected, the dual personality does not return to normal so easily.

And because it's the same personality, even if it's a full hand, it can't be erased, unless it is destroyed with the original soul.

In the original situation, Herzog used the sound of bangzi to wake up another personality, and he could control Yuan Zhisheng and others to do something, but now, the pons of Yuan Zhisheng and others have been reconnected, although the other personality can still be awakened, but the information on both sides is indeed interconnected.

In other words, Herzog is no longer able to control the source childishness, and being able to do it like this is the limit.

That's enough, though.

"The next thing you have to do is to watch the ceremony at the grand table and witness the coming of God, Your Majesty."

More liquid nitrogen is injected into the well, and the ice surface continues to thicken.

More blood-red ice cubes floated up at the bottom of the well, and the engineering team used a laser cutter to open the hole in the ice, hung down the sling, and the manipulator at the end of the sling caught the target at the bottom of the well.

As the crane's roulette turned, the white eight-fold snake was slowly lifted from the bottom of the well, half-sinking and half-floating in the bloody water under the ice.

Only then can everyone see the weapon that hit it.

Looking at the appearance to the extreme, it is a heavy metal rod with a thick end, and it is not very sharp, there are serious burn marks on the surface, and it itself has been bent.

But it was this weapon, after being slashed in two by Tiancongyun, it still severely damaged the Eight Miscellaneous Snake, which could not be destroyed by either alchemy weapons or missiles.

Because it is dropped from above the ionosphere in the air, which is 60 kilometers above the ground.

It relies on the winglets of the tail to control the direction, and does not carry its own power, but only relies on the kinetic energy accumulated in the fall.

When it reaches the ground, its kinetic energy is hundreds of times that of depleted uranium armor-piercing projectiles, like a meteor invading the Earth's atmosphere.

The Eight Miscellaneous Snake is equivalent to directly facing the meteor that fell to the ground.

Its power is not scattered like explosives, but is concentrated at the not-so-sharp end, and it is close to liquefiing and shattering at the moment of collision with the Great Snake.

Therefore, the extremely sharp slash of the Heavenly Cong Cloud was completely useless to it, and its fragments still severely damaged the body of the Eight Miscellaneous Great Snake with huge kinetic energy.

The team hooked the hook into the crevices of the snake's scales and fished it to the surface with a crane.

The big snake wrapped in frost is like a shark with its fins cut off at the moment.

Its heart had been destroyed, four of the eight were broken, and the remaining four were oozing purple-black blood from the scales.

It was laid flat on the ice, and the team was constantly pouring liquid ammonia on it to prevent it from flareing up and injuring people.

Herzog approached it and admired the incredible creature, as if it had just been auctioned for a dinosaur fossil from an auction house.

It's hard to associate this terrifying creature with the word "graceful", it's more like a deformed monster.

Eight

The head is attached to a slender neck, and the eight cervical vertebrae grow out of different parts of the torso in a twisted way, not as perfect and majestic as the ancient dragon in the painting, but rather like the product of failed genetic modification.

Blood was pouring out of the four of its passive weapons, seeping into the ice and being frozen, and the four that were still intact still had their tyrannical golden eyes, but it was powerless to struggle.

A rod of heavy metal of manganese-cadmium alloy pierced its heart, and the ugly wound resembled a red, fleshy flower.

Only then can people see the true face of the celestial clouds, which are the bony protrusions of its scales, which are wonderful moon-white and extremely sharp.

The Heavenly Plex Cloud, which can rival all alchemy weapons, is actually a bone of the Eight Miscellaneous Great Snake.

Its toughness and thinness are to the extreme, surpassing any human craft to date, swinging with a powerful tail that can even slice through a tank.

It always stays extremely sharp because it grows on its own, and the missing edge makes up for itself.

"What a beautiful creation." Herzog exclaimed, "The closest to the blood of the White King of the pure-blood dragon clan in history."

He turned to the long-awaited working group, raised his hands, and said in the warmest and most colorful voice: "The great Darwin expounded the truth of the law of the jungle in his "Origin of Species", once you were all weak, and you will inevitably become food if you struggle in the food chain, but today the strong and weak will be completely reversed, and we will complete the great evolution, with the blood, spirit and alchemy technology of the dragons, and at the same time we will master the most advanced science of mankind! In front of us, both humans and ancient dragons are weak! We are the new dragons, and we deserve the world!"

His voice was loud and magnificent, as if he was presiding over a great ceremony.

The cheers echoed through the deep well, and in the midst of this cheer, Herzog announced, "Dissection begins."

The machine controlled the long knife and sank into the hard ice, piercing through the nearly indestructible scales of the eight-fold serpent.

The knife pierced through the joints of the snake, severing the tendons and severing the arteries under the throat, and a large amount of black blood gushed out and flowed into a bottomless deep well.

The position of each knife is carefully calculated by the computer, in order to completely paralyze this huge body, no matter how strong the regenerative ability of the eight-fid snake is, its bones can no longer support the body, and a lot of blood loss.

The iron hook of the machine pierced the neck bone of the Yaki snake and lifted it in the air with a crane.

The only four remaining members of the Eight Miscellaneous Snakes breathed out a cold breath, but they couldn't raise their heads to attack, because the key neck bones were destroyed.

The robotic arms that had been prepared in all directions stretched out and injected the nervous system and vital muscles of the eight-fid snake.

A large amount of dark green elixir entered the body of the Eight Miscellaneous Snake, and the body that was still twitching slightly gradually became relaxed, and finally completely lost its vitality.

Only the four pairs of golden-colored childholes were left to prove that the great creature was still alive, but only the glimmer of a candle remained.

Occasionally, it would turn its eyes to look down on its captivators and its soon-to-be-dismembered offspring, without fear or sorrow, as if condescendingly mocking or pitying the lowly creatures.

The crane moved the snake to the giant cutter on the side.

With serrations over three meters in diameter, this powerful device was originally used in shipyards to cut steel plates into the desired shape in a single form

After the neurotoxin injection, the muscles of the snake had relaxed, and the serrations were finally able to tear apart the body of the prehistoric creature, but they still encountered obstacles when it came to the scales and bones, sparks flew everywhere, and the saw wheel made a terrifying noise that seemed to break at any moment.

Even though the water spray cools while cutting, the saw wheel is still getting red-hot, and only the two saw wheels are used in turn.

The Great Serpent didn't struggle, the great creature watched in silence with its golden eyes open, its blood gushing out and polluting the entire cutter.

The saw wheel first severed the long tail of the Great Snake, and the naturally generated bone sword "Celestial Cloud" fell from the cutting table and pierced into the concrete floor.

The saw wheel cut off the remaining four of the eight serpents one by one

Head.

Whenever a neck bone is broken with sparks and plasma, a pair of golden child holes are extinguished.

When the four capitals were cut off, the last trace of worry in people's minds was also put down.

This ancient half-breed that had been hidden in the abyss for countless years finally died, and the extreme high temperature and high pressure did not kill it, and now it finally died under the most cutting-edge technology of the human race.

The cutting table is turned to 90 degrees, and the saw wheel cuts the drive of the snake into three pieces lengthwise.

Finally they couldn't bear it anymore, and they swarmed up like ants and locusts, rushing towards the huge body of their ancestors, scrambling 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 that is highly poisonous to the half-bloods, nor the meat that is tougher than cowhide, the chainsaw and the sword are their forks, it's a feast!

But how could the power from the primeval be so easy to obtain?

The poisonous blood corroded their skin and infected their hearts, and some of them simply drank the black blood, and their bodies were covered with dense scales, and their bodies were as painful as if they were burned on fire.

But no one backed down.

They followed one after another, longing for this god-like power.

Herzog watched coldly, as if he had not singled out the sight before him.

This, of course, has nothing to do with him.

His goal was only the Holy Remains.

The corpse of the Yaki Orochi is like a small mountain, and even if you dig up the holy remains, it is simply a needle in a haystack.

It's better to put the waste to good use.

He wasn't worried that these people would accidentally eat the relics.

Those who do not have the blood of the emperor are not even qualified to touch the holy remains.

"Eat, eat......

"Eat a little more ......"

"Cut it a little more, and then more carefully......

"God is inside!"