blogombal Chapter 86 Childishness
Chapter 86 Childishness
Chapter 86 Childishness
The dark green heart was covered with a network of blood vessels, like a mysterious gem protected in a golden cage.
The project leader wanted to get closer to the enormous heart, but Huo Yuhao froze the blood in one of his legs.
He suddenly fell to the ground.
Huo Yuhao picked up the Kusanagi Sword that had been set aside, leaped up, and slashed the huge heart that was being held up by the mechanical arm.
As the blade flashed, a golden eye emerged from the laceration of the heart.
Huo Yuhao cut the entire heart in half, and the golden eye, along with a malformed, worm-like white body, fell from the heart.
It shrieked, emitting a polluting howl, and wherever its gaze fell, everyone felt a heavy pressure.
But Huo Yuhao landed calmly, the tip of the Kusanagi Sword pointing diagonally at the ground, dripping with viscous green liquid.
He looked down at the worm on the ground, writhing wildly, its golden eye filled with resentment and terror.
Then, lift your foot.
*Splat*
Huo Yuhao raised an eyebrow.
This worm is indeed very "fat," and it bursts with juice when you step on it.
Tachibana Masamune's words "Holy Relic," brimming with boundless anticipation, ecstasy, and an impending outpouring of joy, were abruptly cut short after he had only uttered half of them.
His expression froze, the smile that hadn't fully bloomed stiffening on his face.
His pupils trembled violently, his parted lips quivered, and the muscles in his face contorted into an extremely bizarre expression, as if he wanted to laugh and cry at the same time, ultimately transforming into extreme anger. He practically spat out a few words through clenched teeth: "What are you doing?"
Huo Yuhao rubbed the sole of his shoe, then lowered his eyes with a smile on his face.
"The real remains are just a bone."
He looked up, his gaze sweeping over the filth on the ground before settling on Tachibana Masamune's distorted face.
"Saint"
He said, "Whether it's the Yamata no Orochi or the flesh worm, they are both too ugly."
"Dragons shouldn't be such ugly things."
In Lu Mingfei's memory, the dragons' enormous bodies, though ferocious, were like gods and demons, terrifying yet possessing a solemn beauty.
It is definitely not something so deformed and ugly.
As Tachibana Masamune regained his senses, he looked at the spine, which was no bigger than the palm of his hand, under Huo Yuhao's feet and laughed: "Indeed, how could a holy corpse be so easily trampled to death?"
"Begin your experiment." Huo Yuhao led the Ama-no-Kumara back onto the elevator platform.
"Hopefully I won't have to wait too long."
Huo Yuhao left the bottom of the huge water storage well.
He returned to the well mouth under Tachibana Masamune's gazing upwards.
"Are you Herzog or Bondarev?"
At the bottom of the well, the old man's voice was very soft: "Didn't you already know?"
"As a final piece of advice from an old friend, though you'll probably never need it—be careful, Major."
These old friends are all incredibly good at hiding their secrets.
The little devil muttered something, jumped off the edge of the well onto the ground, and followed Huo Yuhao away from the Red Well.
"Did you write all of this in your script?" Huo Yuhao asked.
The little devil shrugged: "How could that be? I was just customizing the stage effects for my brother based on his situation."
After Huo Yuhao walked a kilometer, pale white mycelium once again spread from the red well.
He looked down at the white mycelium trying to burrow into his trousers and into his flesh to suck his blood, and clicked his tongue softly.
Wow, that was fast!
Huo Yuhao turned around and glanced back.
He covered his body with a layer of frost, yet he still walked up the mountain as if taking a leisurely stroll.
"How's the situation along the coast?" Huo Yuhao asked.
The little devil said, "Very good. Most of the Snake Clan's forces have gone there. Not only are there four 'Emperor' level warriors, but also Angers, Chu Zihang, and Caesar."
Would you like to go see it in person?
Huo Yuhao shook his head.
"I won't go."
He will stay here and wait for the White King to hatch.
"I can't fly yet, this is a bit of a problem." Huo Yuhao stood on a tree covered with white silk, tilting his head to look at the little devil sitting on the branch.
The little devil tilted his head: "But what can you offer in exchange?"
"I'm here for the exchange." A strange thought suddenly popped into Huo Yuhao's mind. He followed his heart and said something equally strange, "Little devil, you don't want your brother to never come back, do you?"
The little devil suddenly blinked very slowly.
A complex mix of emotions surged in his eyes, finally settling on a subtle annoyance that blended surprise, helplessness, and a hint of hurt.
"You really have learned to adapt to local customs, haven't you?"
Huo Yuhao spread his hands, revealing an expression that was somewhere between innocent and shameless.
The little devil really couldn't do anything to Huo Yuhao, because he was protected by the "project team," which was a being from a higher dimension.
He couldn't do anything about the project team for the time being.
Unable to bring his brother back on his own, he had no choice but to help Huo Yuhao.
"I'm a little annoyed," the little devil suddenly whispered, with a childlike, genuine frustration, as he angrily slapped the branch beneath him.
Huo Yuhao looked at the little boy who was throwing a tantrum.
I don't know why, but I suddenly feel a little sad.
"I remember you said to Lu Mingfei," Huo Yuhao suddenly said, "during the 3E exam, you said that he wasn't sad because you were sad for him."
"How do you always notice those tiny details?" the little devil asked helplessly. "So, what have you discovered this time?"
Huo Yuhao looked in the direction of the Red Well, where it had become quiet.
Those engineering team members, including the three "royal generals," along with the "royal blood" brought by Tachibana Masamune, all became sacrifices to welcome the arrival of the White King.
The White King, or rather the being known as the "Holy Remains," absorbed the blood and flesh of everyone, and from that bone, new flesh, meridians, and bones grew.
It will be soon, not long.
The pale dragon of the past will once again spread its wings, covering the sky, and become a dark cloud that reaps lives, shrouding this land.
"I hate war, and I hate those who start wars even more," Huo Yuhao suddenly said, seemingly unrelated.
His gaze was unfocused, seemingly piercing through the rain and gloom of the dragon world, falling back into a more distant, colder past that belonged to him alone.
"Actually, when I was a child, I thought that if there hadn't been a war, my biological father might not have had to leave the Duke's mansion to guard the Mingdou Mountains."
He paused for a moment, recalling the hopeful look in his mother's eyes before she died.
"Perhaps, he does have a bit of affection for Mom, and perhaps he will protect us from being bullied like that by the Duchess, Dai Huabin, and those wicked servants—"
It's ironic, really.
Even now, Huo Yuhao still doesn't know the name of his enemy, the Duchess of the White Tiger.
A name should be the most basic symbol of a person's existence.