"Brother Lu Mingfei, catch it."

After the Thunder Gunboat rose to a certain height, Chu Zihang immediately threw down a thick iron chain below.

Lu Mingfei held the chain with one hand, and continued to kill the dead hunt with the other.

The weight of the dragon slaying sword plus Lu Mingfei plus the iron chain itself is almost a thousand catties.

Fortunately, the cabin is full of high-level hybrids, so I don't have to worry about not being able to pull it up.

Chu Zihang unleashed a wave of Jun Flame to attract the attention of the Dead Hunter Group, while Uesugi Yue and Fingal took the opportunity to pull Lu Mingfei up.

As soon as he entered the cabin, he immediately took the driver's seat, and then pulled the Thunderhawk gunboat to climb with all his might.

I don't know what the alien is going to do in the hood, but I can't let it get my way.

The Thunder Eagle gunboat quickly climbed to two thousand meters, this altitude was actually not safe enough, but time waited for no one, and Lu Mingfei still pressed the launch button.

At the last moment, the hell strike missile roared to the ground, and at such a distance, its strike accuracy can reach the millimeter level.

The exhaust fumes ejected from the missiles shrouded the entire sky in white, obscuring the view of the Thunderhawk gunboats.

They could not see clearly what was happening on the surface, and could only see from the infrared imager that the missile had hit the target.

Then, the sound of a huge explosion became the only sound in this world, and the mushroom cloud rising into the sky became the only scenery between heaven and earth.

In the rush of warning, Lu Mingfei steered the Thunder Eagle gunboat to continue climbing.

Even with the suspension stabilization device, the fuselage continued to shake under this strong impact.

Climb, keep climbing.

It was not until the altitude of the Thunderhawk gunboat climbed to four thousand meters that the shock wave finally failed to affect the balance of the fuselage.

"If there are seventeen or eighteen more, then it will be strong enough."

Fingal said excitedly.

Which man doesn't like to watch explosions, although his words are a meat shield, it doesn't prevent him from having a dream of wanting to be an output.

"Don't get so excited, God isn't that easy to kill."

Uesugi shook his head.

Although the power of the missile was beyond his imagination, the core lethality would not exceed that of the world-destroying level Yan Ling.

At the beginning, Amaterasu and Tsukiyomi used two world-destroying level spirit spirits, but they only sank the Eight Miscellaneous Snake to the bottom of the sea.

Now this missile can't kill the awakened White King either.

Sure enough, the smoke and dust gradually dispersed, revealing the situation below.

Both the Dustless Lands and the Vajra Realm were shattered by the Hell Strike missile, revealing a cocoon formed by white mycelium.

"This thing looks familiar."

Fingal scratched his head.

"It's the monster from the Kanto branch."

Yuan Zhinu said.

"yes, I remember. Did that thing have anything to do with the White King? ”

Fingal asked.

"I don't know, but the White King must not be allowed to hatch out of the cocoon. Lu Mingfei, put me down. ”

Uesugi shouted.

He wants to release the Spirit of Words Black Sun at close range, interrupting the hatching process of the White King.

Once the White King gives birth to a true dragon body, the world is truly finished.

The Thunderhawk gunboat descended sharply, and the twin heavy explosive shells once again unleashed a metal storm.

The white hyphae are unable to corrode the diamond warhead, while the sensitivity of the mass-response fuse allows even the softest hyphae to trigger an explosion.

The flames continued to rise on the surface of the white cocoon, and this time Lu Ming did not use the method of shooting at multiple points, but aimed at one point to attack.

Be sure to beat out the true body of the White King!

Uesugi leaped down from the sky, and the large Prajna Tsuneko and Izumi Mori Kanseki in his hands bloomed with cyan light at the same time.

White scales extended down from his forehead, and pieces of bone rearranged and combined within his body.

This was originally a dragon bone state that only pure-blood dragons could use, but the emperor's bloodline was infinitely close to that of pure-blood dragons, or even stronger.

The blocked blood vessels were swept away by the surging dragon blood, and the organs that were already about to fail were nourished by the dragon blood and became strong and powerful again.

He seems to have returned to his youth, when he came to Japan as an actor.

Uesugi doesn't miss himself at that time, but it's nice to be able to burn again before he dies.

He has done too many wrong things and committed too many sins in his life.

Most are self-inflicted, but some are predestined.

And the cause of this sad fate is the monster that has been dead for thousands of years in front of him and still dreams of dominating the world.

"God, go to hell with me!"

Uesugi doesn't have blood, but the burning of imperial blood is even crazier than blood.

The black sun, which was bigger than a building, hung in front of him, and the seemingly quiet outside burned tens of thousands of degrees of heat.

The white cocoon involuntarily moved towards him, and the mycelium tried to wrap around him, but it was all burned into nothingness by the black sun.

More and more mycelium are sucked out and vaporized by the black sun, and the thick cocoons that were originally layered on top of each other gradually become thinner.

Finally, the faint outline of the inside was revealed.

"The fate of the eight families of the snake for thousands of years is finally coming to an end."

Blood continued to flow from Uesugi Koshi's seven orifices, and he understood that his life force was constantly draining.

But he had no fear, and even felt very happy.

If you can have children to bury yourself, and your ancestors to bury you, is there a better way to die in the world?

"Hahahaha!"

Uesugi thought so that he couldn't help but laugh out loud.

A silver light pierced out of the white cocoon and pierced through his chest.

Uesugi coughed up a mouthful of black blood and looked at the sky on his chest with a calm expression.

"You're finally out, White King."

He said lightly.

Young man, I'll leave the rest to you.

It's going to win.

Uesugi loosened the two famous knives and used the last of his strength to catalyze the collapse of the black sun.

The out-of-control black sun wheel collapsed into a powerful force field, and everything within a few tens of meters around it was pulled by gravity.

The strong gravitational pull even created a storm, and the frenzy of more than twenty meters in height contracted violently in the center of the collapsing black sun.

But Uesugi could not see all this, and at the end of his life, it was as if he saw a woman in a nun's dress smiling softly at him.

"Mom, I'm coming for you."

Uesugi muttered, then closed his eyes.

The last emperor of the Eight Families of Snake, died in the battle of killing the gods.

With the death of the manipulator, the black sun completely collapsed, and the entire white cocoon was dragged into the high-temperature gravitational field.

An angry roar came out of the cocoon, and the Heavenly Cloud Sword was unsheathed again, completely cutting open the white cocoon and cutting off the black sun.

A creature that looked like a woman stood in the ruins, staring coldly at the Thunderhawk gunboat in the sky.

She was unusually tall, more than two meters tall, and her long black hair was draped straight behind her head like a silk horse.

Just looking at her face, she can be called a peerless beauty.

It is not worldly beauty or gentleness, but absolute beauty that transcends race.

But her body was as tattered as a rotting corpse, and the white mycelium wriggled around her body like maggots, making people feel nightmares for years at a glance.

"Izanami."

Yuan Zhinu said with difficulty.

This is the goddess of creation in Japanese mythology, the goddess of yellow spring filth, and the source of the blood of all Japanese hybrids.

White King, Izanami.

(End of chapter)