Chapter 232 Punishment (Caution)

Chapter 232 Punishment (Caution)
Lu Chen picked up the laziness and jealousy hidden by the dead body from the ground, walked up to Yamata no Orochi, and looked at the lingering wreckage.

The only remaining head of Yamata no Orochi felt someone standing in front of him, and opened those huge snake eyes. Although the pair of golden pupils were weak, they still had strong penetrating power in the wind and rain.

He subconsciously wanted to use the spirit of speech to kill this hybrid who dared to offend him.

But he paused again. He looked at the young man standing in front of him, stared at the pair of even more dazzling red-gold eyes, and felt the aura of a king, as if he wanted to crush him directly.

No... The blood of this young man is not that high, but his aura is comparable to that of a king, and even more vicious than a king!
Like an ultimate warrior walking out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood, he once crossed thousands of troops and cut off the head of a king, so the boy is not a king, but his aura is like a black tsunami that is about to land, devouring the sky and the earth!

"It's really boring."

Lu Chen put the knife back into its sheath, and the huge snake head rolled to the ground.

Everything was perfect on this trip to Japan, except for the combat.

He thought that the wreckage of the White King should be of the first generation level, but he didn't expect it to be so weak that it was not even as good as the second generation.

He checked the menu of the origin space and frowned. He only got the origin coins. It seems that the wreck of the White King is not equal to Yamata no Orochi.

From the analysis of Herzog's words before, the remains of the White King should still be in the body of Yamata no Orochi.

What could it be?

The next moment, the rain curtain stopped temporarily around him, the gust of wind was split by the silver knife light, and then reversed under the violence, rushing towards the sky with a piercing sonic boom, only the blood mist drifting in the air, And countless minced meat.

Lu Chen was not that interested, so he stopped thinking about it.

With the reward in his hand, he waved his knife to shake his blood with confidence, and after turning around, the blood rained down. The blood mist was blown into the sky by the wind that rolled back, and was washed away by the rainstorm.

Then he walked back to Eri Yi, and straightened the black umbrella that was a little crooked by the wind.

"Godzilla... brother, what are they doing?"

Erika saw the movement on the other side from the corner of her eye, and asked curiously, she was extra bold today and completely gave up talking in small books.

Because she... wanted Godzilla to listen to her voice, and in the storm, she felt that words could not convey her... thoughts.

Lu Chen didn't know how to explain it for a while, and finally just said euphemistically: "They are attending the funeral of the elder."

Erika nodded, looking straight ahead, no longer paying attention to that direction, because Godzilla just asked her to look in this direction, and she has always been very obedient.

As for what her brother and the others were doing, she didn't care that much, as long as Godzilla was by her side.

Her soft and cool little hands were wrapped in a fiery warmth, which added a bit of blood to the girl's face. The temperature came from the intersection of her five fingers, and warmed to her heart.

In the mud not far away, Uesugi stepped on Herzog's head in the muddy water, his body twisted and thrashed crazily, but he was as weak as a clown, like a bug in front of the complete emperor.

"Let go of him first."

Yuan Zhisheng sighed.

Uesugi looked at the eldest son with some doubts, "Child?"

Yuan Zhisheng didn't look at Herzog struggling to raise his head from the muddy water on the ground, but looked at Uesugi Koshi, the old man after taking off his mask.

Today, Uesugi Yue was wearing a suit with a murderous look on his face. He could not tell that he was a ramen master at all. His anger turned him back to the mafia king back then. But facing the gaze of his eldest son, his body The momentum gradually weakened again, and my heart was disturbed.

Yuan Zhisheng opened his mouth several times, but he hesitated to speak, and finally shifted his gaze, and then looked at Herzog, who was crawling on the ground and wanted to escape.

He looked at the familiar face, sighed, pulled out the spider, and stopped in front of Herzog.

"Zhisheng, Zhisheng, it's me!"

Herzog propped up his elbows and stretched forward, and the other hand that was still intact grabbed Yuan Zhisheng's trousers frantically, with a fawning smile on his head, and the muddy water slid down on that old face, looking ugly ferocious.

"Dad."

Yuan Zhisheng opened his mouth lightly.

Herzog nodded quickly, with a look of hope in his eyes, "Yes, yes, it's me, I'm your father, these people are all members of the Ghost Squad, and Lu Chen has joined forces with the Ghost Squad, hurry up I'm leaving!"

He remembered that Yuan Zhisheng hadn't heard his confession, maybe he could still escape with smooth words?
However, the next moment, he screamed again, and the spider cut through his hand holding Yuan Zhisheng's leg.

Under the washing of the rain, Yuan Zhisheng's bangs drooped down, covering the pair of golden pupils, making it difficult for people to see his eyes clearly at this time. Only Herzog looked up from below to vaguely see that it was What indifference... indifference to anger.

"I trust you so much."

Yuan Zhisheng looked up at the sky.

"I trust you so much."

He repeated it lightly, the voice was not loud, but anyone could see his suppressed anger, even the hand holding the knife was trembling.

"You know what? I put you..."

Yuan Zhisheng looked down at Herzog, "...as a real father."

"Zhisheng, Dad, I love you too."

Herzog had a twisted smile on his face because of the pain.

"what--"

With Herzog's cry of pain, half of his palm was sliced ​​off by the spider.

"How could you, how could you! Have you forgotten who brought you out of the country and gave you your status today!?"

Wang Jiang roared ferociously, his palm was cut off, and he rolled in the muddy water in pain, blood stains smeared in the muddy water, like a clown's graffiti ink painting.

However, he couldn't roll so smoothly in the next moment, because a cherry red long knife pierced his thigh, pinning him firmly to the ground, it was Yuanzhinv who made the move.

This once innocent and kind mountain boy had a ferocious expression on his face and a pair of golden pupils that were too dazzling to stare at. If he didn't know that Kazama Liuli had disappeared, Herzog even thought that the extremely evil ghost had returned.

But Kazama Ruri didn't come back, only Yuan Zhinv shot, he was the one who hated Herzog the most, because Herzog ruined everything about him!
Because of hatred and anger, this young man in the mountain finally abandoned his cowardice and innocence. He just wanted to use the long knife in his hand to cut this ugly ghoul writhing like a maggot...into pieces!

Uesugi Yue watched this scene silently. As a father, he was also very angry, and he also wanted to crush Herzog's bones one by one.

But he knew that in this execution ground, there was no place for him, and the most qualified to deal with Herzog were his two sons, so he just had to watch.

Herzog cried on the ground in pain, knowing that he could no longer deceive Yuan Zhisheng, so he changed his strategy and begged for mercy.

"I beg you, let me go, as long as you let me go, I can hand over all my research results to you, which is wealth that the secret party has never had!"

He had a distorted smile on his face, "That's the way to get close to the pure-blood dragon clan, it's the hope of human evolution, it's the greatest work of genetics!"

Yuan Zhisheng stepped on Herzog's face and kicked him into the mud again, "I don't want to see this face again."

The next moment, just after Herzog raised his head, the long cherry red knife was cut across, and his nose fell to the ground.

"Do you like changing faces?"

Yuanzhinv squatted down and looked at the crying Herzog.

Before Herzog could reply, the wind of the sword blew up again, and half of the face with flesh attached fell into the muddy water.

"Ah—I'm going to kill you!"

Herzog was so painful that he almost fainted, but Uesugi took out an injection that Lu Chen had given him before, and hit him on his body. It was adrenaline mixed with alchemy, and it not only had the effect of "refreshing the mind" It also speeds up the healing of the body.

The cherry red arc flickered, and the other half of the dirty face was peeled off, and Herzog showed a ferocious smile again: "Aren't you angry enough? Kill me and you will get nothing, I am willing Continue to work for the Sheqi Bajia, I am the most outstanding scientist, you will use me."

Yuan Zhisheng kicked that bloody face, "You seem to have misunderstood something."

He walked towards Herzog, who fell into the muddy water, thinking about the young people who died in the underworld war in these years, thinking about the girls who were killed by Ruri Kazama under the control of the other party, thinking about how he cut the spider into pieces. The scene of stabbing into his younger brother's chest... I recalled that he clearly trusted him as his biological father, but was played like a marionette.

The source of all tragedies lies in this ugly ghoul in front of him...

"Now that the war is over and the gods are dead, we don't want anything."

Yuan Zhisheng said indifferently, stepping on the back of the king's neck, Yuan Zhinv stood beside him, almost saying in unison, "We just want to let you die."

Yuanzhinv continued to swing the knife, and one ear fell into the muddy water, "...the death will be miserable."

Herzog flopped about in the muddy water like a fish in a frying pan. He didn't want to die so much that he even suspected it was a nightmare.

I am Herzog, the man who dominates the Bajia of Sheqi and the ghosts, the one who plays with the emperor in his hands, and the person whose way of thinking is closest to the dragon clan in the world!

How could I be trampled underfoot by these humble toys?

"what--"

However, the pain brought him back to reality again. His speech spirit was a dream maker, and he knew it was not a dream.

Yuanzhinv squatted in front of Herzog, at this time the opponent could no longer see the human form, he put his hand on the king's eyes, and fixed the opponent's head with the other hand.

"No...no, don't!"

Herzog wailed in horror. Through the only remaining sight, he saw the unprecedented ferocity in the eyes of the once cowardly boy in the mountain. He hated a person to the bone, and his eyes were bloody and murderous.

"what--"

His two eyeballs were violently squeezed out, he wailed, he was in pain, he confessed, but it was useless.

He has always been high in this cruel feast, and as Shakespeare said in the works, cruel pleasures will end in cruelty.

His joy was gone, he was the one ruled by brutality, and he could only scream in terror.

Yuan Zhisheng dragged a giant net made of nanotechnology that was previously used to capture Yamata no Orochi, and walked to Herzog.

Herzog could no longer see it at this time, but the only remaining ear could still hear the sound of the frost on the ground, which made him crawl on the ground like maggots in horror.

"As the patriarch of the Eight Sheqi Clans, you colluded with the fierce ghosts and murdered countless clansmen for the purpose of treason."

Yuan Zhisheng said lightly, "Your crimes are too numerous to write down. Playing with people's hearts and lives is a crime of brutality and inhumanity."

He knelt down and looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar clown, "The punishment of the family is still too light, and you don't have fingers to cut it now. The death method of seppuku is too honorable, and you don't deserve it."

His voice was indifferent, but his eyes were looking at Yumu, "I thought about it, Brother Lu helped us avoid the tragedy, so let's follow the tradition of his hometown."

As he spoke, he sprinkled the huge net on Herzog, Yuanzhinv grasped the other end with a tacit understanding, and the two pulled and pulled, and Herzog was tied up like a pig.

"What... do you want to do?"

Herzog asked tremblingly, his consciousness was a little unclear because of the severe pain, but he still didn't give up his desire to survive.

"Did you know that in the ancient oriental country, there was a penalty that was used when people committed three major crimes, and in my opinion, you have already taken them all."

Yuan Zhisheng picked up the spider cut and waved it across the air. As soon as Herzog opened his mouth, a line of blood spurted out, along with the ugly tongue.

Yuanzhinv answered, "You should be executed by Ling Chi."

Yuan Zhisheng glanced at his younger brother in surprise, Yuan Zhinv smiled a little reservedly, "I have learned a lot of oriental culture because of studying drama these years."

Yuan Zhisheng smiled, and the boy An Gangqie slid across the net, a small piece of flesh and blood rose up in the tuxedo, and the blood beads disappeared under the gradually shrinking rainwater.

"The first knife."

Accompanied by Herzog's painful sobs, Yuan Zhisheng said calmly.

About half an hour later, Yuan Zhisheng and Yuan Zhinu threw the knives in their hands on the ground, feeling a little tired.

At first Herzog was whimpering and whimpering, but later, he was delirious because of the pain.

The two brothers felt a little boring. They used to think that the king would be powerful and terrifying, but the other party was just a coward and a clown.

To torture such people, they did not experience the joy they imagined, and only a faint emptiness remained after the hatred was vented.

Yuan Zhisheng pulled up the big net that bound Herzog, walked towards the Well of True Red from the other direction, and looked at the remaining ghost-toothed dragon vipers that were not completely dead.

"Didn't you always think that you were the closest to the Dragon Clan?"

With force in his hands, he threw Herzog down the Well of Red with a large net, and threw it to the group of ghost-toothed dragon vipers that were jumping outward in a frenzy, "Then let you die under the punishment of the dragon clan. "

(End of this chapter)