blogombal Chapter 85 Romance
Chapter 85 Romance
Chapter 85 Romance
He suddenly changed the subject: "Dear Zero, what do you want to know?"
Huo Yuhao did not answer.
He knew nothing about the identity of "Zero".
Lu Mingfei had no memory of these things, but according to Wang Jiang, he seemed to be an experimental subject from Black Swan Harbor as well.
[So this is why Lu Mingfei's mental sea is as distorted as Erii's?] Huo Yuhao thought Lu Mingfei was truly a treasure.
Putting aside his possible identity as the "Black King," his past is also quite interesting.
So Ling really did know Lu Mingfei.
They escaped together from that desolate laboratory and relied on each other for survival, but were forced to separate due to some unavoidable force.
"How romantic! I will carry your name with my life." Huo Yuhao suddenly felt that compared to the boring love triangle in Douluo Continent, the love stories in this world were truly delicate and romantic.
Perhaps I should read some Shakespeare's plays to improve my literary skills. Otherwise, even expressing admiration feels inadequate.
[Of course, besides Shakespeare, you can also read Rousseau's works. His discussions on the "social contract" and the "state of nature" should be even more useful to you.] The little devil sat on the edge of the well, leisurely swinging his legs.
He didn't look at the twisting, struggling monster, but focused his gaze on the mask on the king's face.
[He's lived for over twenty years; he's really resilient.]
Then, in a chanting tone with an ancient rhythm, he recited in a low voice:
[When that thousand years are over, Satan will be released from his prison and will come out to deceive the nations in the four corners of the earth, namely Gog and Magog, and to gather them together for war. Their number will be as numerous as the sand of the seashore.]
The little devil's handsome face was expressionless.
After a moment of silence, Huo Yuhao repeated to Wang Jiang, "You really are very resilient."
Wang Jiang paused for a moment, then burst into laughter again: "Thank you for your praise! It's a pity I didn't discover your excellence back in Black Swan Harbor. Now that we don't have much time left, we'll probably become enemies."
"This is the fate of hybrids. We pursue too many things, and we will always reach a crossroads," Huo Yuhao said calmly.
"Destiny? Fork in the road?" Wang Jiang shook his head, his gaze behind the mask seemingly piercing through Huo Yuhao, looking towards a distant past. "In Black Swan Harbor, we never talked about these things. There were only researchers and experimental subjects there, only obedience and elimination."
"Have you come here today for love and justice, or—have you been seduced by Angers' revenge?"
Huo Yuhao looked at the white monster that was about to break through to the well opening.
It was already covered in blood, but it retracted its scales to resist the continuous barrage of bullets, flicked its tail which concealed the famous sword "Ama-no-Kumara", and resolutely climbed towards the well mouth through the flames of the explosion.
"How pitiful!" Huo Yuhao was suddenly moved.
"Like moths drawn to light, they will do anything to reach for the candlelight."
It was a pure, unbridled instinct to break free from constraints.
Wang Jiang laughed and said, "No. It just doesn't take us seriously. It is a powerful monster, and also a worshipped god. We are just two ants on its way to escape its cage. We are the truly pitiful ones."
"And then?" Huo Yuhao looked at the ugly head so close to his face. "He's coming up."
"Goodbye," the king suddenly said, his voice unusually calm.
He removed his mask, revealing an aged Germanic face.
"It looks terrible."
As Huo Yuhao hurled insults, the king threw off his mask and drew a long sword from beneath his loose-fitting noble robes.
Without roaring or gathering his strength, he simply gripped his sword, took a step forward, and leaped towards the eight-headed serpent climbing down below!
He dodged the Kusanagi, and the long sword, accompanied by wind and rain, severed one of the Yamata no Orochi's heads in a fleeting moment.
But that's all the power the king possesses.
Even if he did survive the corruption of the ancient dragon's bloodline, his bloodline would still be inferior to that of a true "royal" bloodline.
The monster's remaining seven heads let out deafening roars of pain and twisted even more frantically. Blood gushed from its broken neck cavity, but this did not stop it from climbing; instead, it aroused even more ferocious rage.
However, more kings will appear at the wellhead.
They wore the same noble attire and the same pale masks, like ghosts carved from the same mold.
They lunged at the remaining seven heads, at the waving Kusanagi, using knives, guns, and bombs—fighting with everything they had to tear this ugly god apart.
"Three," Huo Yuhao said coldly. "I thought there were more."
"There's nothing more to say," Tachibana Masamune appeared beside Huo Yuhao with a refrigerated box. "Chijo is a very unruly child; he has killed far too many kings and generals."
"No wonder you're a Nazi genius scientist," Huo Yuhao said, watching the enormous monster fall back to the bottom of the well. "I'm starting to admire you."
At that moment, Mount Fuji shook for the third time, and lava engulfed all the hotels near Lake Kawaguchi at its foot.
Meanwhile, the engineering team below the red well emerged from the safety cabin and began injecting liquid nitrogen into the water.
The water temperature dropped rapidly, and the "god," missing three heads and with his heart shattered, was frozen to death beneath the ice.
"Many years ago in Siberia, I also looked down at the dragon beneath the ice in this same way." Tachibana Masamune's voice trembled slightly as he abruptly turned to Huo Yuhao. "Are you sure you want to take this gamble?"
"That's fair." Huo Yuhao's lips curled into a smile. "If you succeed, you'll become the new White King, standing above all others!"
He stood on the gradually descending platform, as if standing on an elevator of fate, looking down at the carnage below, a battlefield where blood and fire, ice and iron intertwined.
"But if you fail and I kill you beneath my throne, I will obtain the White King's remains."
"It is indeed very fair."
The platform descended to the bottom of the well, and Tachibana Masamune, already wearing a pale Noh mask, walked onto the blood-red ice surface.
He took a deep breath, as if trying to inhale all the dragon blood and death permeating the air into his lungs, turning it into fuel for ascending to godhood.
He said, "When I ascend the throne, I will hang your corpse in the most conspicuous place!"
Huo Yuhao did not speak again.
He watched as Tachibana Masamune led the crazed Oni engineering team to dissect the Yamata no Orochi's body, using an engineering drill to dismember the twisted monster.
A large amount of medicine was injected into its nervous system and muscles, and its body, which had been twitching, gradually relaxed.
This crazed monster now only has five pairs of eyes that still gleam faintly, proving that it is still alive.
Huo Yuhao watched all of this silently.
He stood at the edge of the frozen, blood-red well, watching these long-suppressed madmen go berserk, watching them cheer and rejoice, preparing to usher in their own era—
Watching them peel the dark green heart from the body of "God".
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