dmims Chapter 84, Number 0 [Please Subscribe]
Chapter 84, Number 0 [Please Subscribe]
Chapter 84 Zero [Please Subscribe]
Genjiro had just left the Tokyo Meteorological Bureau building.
Kassel College has just obtained the exact coordinates of the Red Well from Genjiro, and planes are already flying towards the Tamagawa River.
Angers saw snow covering the mountains of the Tamasawa River on the screen, but as the image zoomed in, the snow covering the mountains turned into viscous threads.
It's like a giant silkworm spinning its cocoon in the mountains and rivers.
"Silk?" A gentle voice came from beside the pilot. "That's strange, the White King isn't a silkworm."
Huo Yuhao looked down at the dense, fine threads and added, "It's not a mushroom either."
"Don't joke around at a time like this, Mingfei." Angers relaxed a little after hearing Huo Yuhao's voice.
The ace has arrived!
"Alright, Principal." Huo Yuhao opened the helicopter's cabin door and said to the pilot before jumping out, "Go back. The Ghost Clan has arrived. Staying here will only increase casualties."
The pilot did not answer; he received instructions from Angers to begin the return journey the moment Huo Yuhao jumped off the plane.
Huo Yuhao strolled leisurely through the mountains.
He liked both silkworms and snow.
It was because Tianmeng Ice Silkworm chose him that he was able to rise to prominence.
Otherwise, if the first spirit ring is truly that of a junior spirit master with a ten-year-old Wind Baboon spirit, and there is no powerful second spirit, even if the spirit master has a strong talent, he will not be able to become the successor of the Sea God Pavilion of Shrek Academy.
When Tianmeng deceived him for the sake of Bingdi, he may have resented Tianmeng for a moment.
But they hadn't spent much time together back then, and he wasn't mature enough. Even after he learned that Tianmeng was actually doing it for his own good, he still felt some distance from her.
But how can there be good fortune without a reason in this world? Tianmeng has already gambled everything on him, even dragging his lover onto the same boat.
Whatever the reason, they had long been bound together by life and death.
In retrospect, he once disregarded Tianmeng's safety for his own selfish reasons, so he owed Tianmeng more.
"It seems like we, the protagonists, are always in a position of being indebted." Huo Yuhao turned to look at the little devil walking beside him. "You love Lu Mingfei, but it seems you also hate him."
"How could that be?" the little devil chuckled. "Aren't there any words to express emotions stronger than love and hate?"
"I don't know," Huo Yuhao answered honestly.
The little devil sighed, "I don't know either."
"You always seem so calm and collected; I thought you knew everything." Huo Yuhao paused, staring at the fireworks exploding in the distance. "Destruction is always easier than creation, but the beauty of that moment of destruction is truly breathtaking."
"You've saved many people," the little devil said, seemingly out of the blue. "Half of the heads of the Snake Clan are still alive, and that's all thanks to you."
"Because I discovered Tachibana Masamune's unusual behavior beforehand?" Huo Yuhao asked, "Or because I let Uesugi Kochi know about Erii's background?"
"They probably all are." The little devil listened to the booming explosions and rushing water not far away. "They should have died with regrets, hidden under the cover of conspiracy."
"Nothing is supposed to be," Huo Yuhao retorted. "I don't like your script."
"As long as my brother likes it." The little devil didn't care about Huo Yuhao's thoughts at all.
Huo Yuhao laughed: "Are you sure he likes it?"
The little devil fell silent.
"Why bother?" Huo Yuhao sighed. "You want him to experience despair, but you don't dare let him completely despair—but despair is a very subjective thing."
"You long to see the real him, yet you can't bear to part with the him you have now."
The little devil finally looked Huo Yuhao in the eye: "Are you using God's perspective now?"
Huo Yuhao shook his head: "I really hope so."
Neither of them spoke, and they walked silently toward the Red Well.
At this moment, the king had already poured several hundred milliliters of Uesugi Koshi's blood into the deep well.
After three rounds of testing at the bottom of the well, the engineers, who had retreated into a safe cabin, finally saw what was inside.
The true form.
Wang will stand alone on the reinforced platform in the middle of the well wall, looking down at the view.
The enormous creature, with its cocoon-like tail, was covered in a grayish-white liquid mixed with mercury, and it rapidly ascended along the well wall.
Metal fragments and the corpses of lung snails mixed with rainwater fell as the monster climbed up, while four Vulcan cannons set up on the platform poured specially made armor-piercing ammunition into the well.
The white cocoon was torn apart by the barrage of bullets, revealing a monster with eight curved dragon necks inside.
"Yaqi——Orochi."
This monster is the origin of the name of the Snake-Ghost Eight Families, but its appearance is really not good-looking.
Huo Yuhao finally reached the side of the king, the roar of the Vulcan cannon below and the sticky wriggling of the monster mixed together to form an eerie background sound.
He asked softly, "Without Kazama Ruri's sword, can you still capture this monster?"
Wang Jiang was not at all surprised by Huo Yuhao's appearance.
"Of course, it's just Yamata no Orochi, not Izanami." The king's tone was somewhat manic. "Yamata no Orochi should have been slain by Susanoo, and Izanami would have eternally cursed all living beings in the underworld!"
"And you? Who do you want to be?"
Huo Yuhao answered without hesitation: "God."
"Ha ha ha—ha ha ha!" King Wang roared with maniacal laughter, clapping his hands loudly as he exclaimed, "You're more ambitious than I imagined! And only you! Are worthy of such ambition!"
"It's been a long time," Wang Jiang's voice suddenly lowered as he looked at the figure screaming amidst the hail of bullets in the well.
The eight-headed monster, writhing, spoke with a nostalgic tone, "Over the years, I thought the only person I knew was Major Bondarev, but I never expected to find you too."
"Old friends reunited, we should raise a glass and drink heartily." Wang Jiang turned to look at Huo Yuhao—no, he was looking at Lu Mingfei's young face. "You've grown up; you're old enough to drink. Do you remember that dance from back then?"
Huo Yuhao's expression remained unchanged: "I don't remember. I don't like reminiscing about the past."
"Yes, yes." Wang nodded in agreement, his voice behind the mask neither revealing regret nor mockery. "That wasn't a pleasant memory for you, and you weren't qualified to attend that ball. But I think you wouldn't miss it—you have the ability."
"Zero, what a pity—ah, no, perhaps it's something to be happy about. You now have your own name, you can move freely in the sunlight, and you're no longer accompanied by a restrained chair and those annoying nurses."
His tone suddenly rose: "You are more valuable for research than I expected!"
Huo Yuhao did not interrupt Wang Jiang's long speech. Instead, he asked, "While there is still time, you can talk more about the past."
"Heh," Wang Jiang let out a short, sarcastic laugh, "Every child is like this, thinking they've grown up, their wings have hardened, and they can escape their parents' control—"
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