At this moment, on Mount Fuji, in the hole dug by Miyamoto overnight, the white Yamato norochi fell to the ground. Next to him were the eight commissioners of the Yamato family who suffered heavy casualties. Miyamoto turned his head, and blood poured out of his mouth.
, with surprise and sadness in his eyes.
"Father..." He opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but the severe pain in his chest made him unable to say any words. All the blame and all the talk turned into an inaudible sigh.
On that day, the head of the Miyamoto family, Miyamoto Shio, died at the hands of his father, Miyamoto Tetsuya.
"How cruel, isn't that guy your child?" asked a man wearing the uniform of the Third German Army next to Miyamoto Tetsuya.
"Aren't the four great kings also the children of the Black King?" Tetsuya Miyamoto took off his gas mask and said to the man: "The rebellion of children against their fathers will never be less. I can only take action in advance to prevent it forever.
There will be trouble later.”
The man next to him wearing the uniform of the Third German Army was holding a girl with red hair. Hearing Miyamoto Toruya say this, he put the girl in his hand into his arms and said in an exaggerated tone:
"I am different from you. I love my child very much and am even willing to integrate with her."
As he spoke, the man pulled open the military uniform with the bulging chest, and the baby's cry instantly erupted in the cave. On the man's pale skin, there was a baby's head glued to it, and the hairless and dry little head was making a deafening sound.
The cry made Miyamoto Tetsuya's old hands tremble slightly.
"This child is a deformed child. I can only connect her to my organs so that she can barely survive." The man took off the gas mask on his face, revealing a cheek as dry as tree bark, gray
Her hair was twisted into several strands and hung sparsely on her scalp.
He stretched out his fingers like bird claws and gently touched the baby's cheek that was connected to him. The baby's cry gradually disappeared, and an ugly smile appeared on the little face, and then he fell into a deep sleep.
"Oh, I don't care about this. After waiting for fifty years, we finally waited until the Holy Grail matured. Today, I will become a god." Miyamoto Tetsuya turned his head, no longer looking at the man's twisted body: "Mr. Hans, please
Witness my ascension."
"I thought you would wait a little longer. The output of dragon veins is very important to the Yamata family, isn't it?" Hans smiled slightly and stepped aside, but his eyes were fixed on the hidden bite marks on the belly of the Yamata snake.
"Using the ghost-toothed dragon viper that can swallow the flesh and blood of the Yamata-no-Orochi as an intermediary to enrich the dragon's blood in the body of the Yamata-no-Orochi, and then catching the ghost-toothed dragon viper to refine it and turn it into a real evolutionary medicine. It is really a genius design." Han
Si shook his slender neck and squinted his eyes to analyze.
"All this is not without cost, Mr. Hans. The family consumes a large amount of defective products every year as nourishment for Yamata no Orochi." Miyamoto Tetsuya's face showed a bit of pride: "Using hunger to make the hybrids
The dragon's blood is maximized, and then thrown into the river to feed the ghost-toothed dragon viper, and those fish will be swallowed by the Yamata no Orochi, and the cycle continues."
"Both predators and prey, the ecology of dragons is always so fascinating." Hans praised: "Can I ask how long it took you to plan all this?"
"Eighty years ago, after getting the method of refining dragon veins in China, the family started preparations. We spent fifty years searching for Gao Tianyuan, ten years preparing basic materials, ten years waiting for the maturity of the holy bones, and the last ten years we
Finally, we have a steady stream of dragon veins." Miyamoto Tetsuya was very proud: "And all of this is my genius' idea."
When Hans heard this, he smiled calmly. He knew that Miyamoto Tetsuya alone was far from being able to achieve this level. However, he did not point out the old man's vanity, but pointed at Yamato no Orochi and said
:
"Mr. Miyamoto, I have no doubts anymore, it's time to start the ceremony."
Grain sprouts
Miyamoto Toru also knew that the man named Hans in front of him was not trustworthy, but as long as his guess was correct, he would be able to usurp the power of the gods, and then all doubts and obstacles would disappear.
Lifting the body of his son Miyamoto Shio aside, Miyamoto Tetsuya put the girl in his arms on the ground. The short lower body of the Yamato no Orochi was squirming, as if something was about to break out of its cocoon.
Toru Miyamoto grabbed the sharp tail of the Yamata-no-Orochi, took out a small knife and cut off the tail bone. The tail bone of the Yamata-no-Orochi took on the shape of a sword and was unparalleled in sharpness. In the past, it also had a name:
Tian Cong Yun Sword!
Miyamoto Tetsuya gently waved the Tian Cong Yun Sword and cut open the twisting belly of Yamata no Orochi. A white shadow shot out from the belly, crossed his cheek, and rushed towards the girl lying on the ground.
.
The White King's holy skeleton is unexpectedly ugly, like a mixture of insects and echinoderms. Any artist who loves monsters will be ashamed of his lack of imagination the moment he sees it.
The white gelatinous skin and several wriggling joints came to the girl's side in a swing, and rushed impatiently to the girl's tail vertebra. Its mission was to bring the White King back to life.
Now, thousands of years later, the Holy Relic can finally complete his mission.
"Are you impatient already?" Toruya Miyamoto looked at the girl lying on the ground: "The Holy Grail and the Holy Skeleton merged into one, and the real emperor was born here today."
Saying that, Toru Miyamoto took out a set of specially prepared equipment and walked to the girl: "And I want to usurp God's authority."
At some point, Hans stood next to Yamata no Orochi, and his deep voice sounded helpless: "Do you really think that you can gain the power of a dragon by blood transfusion?"
"Shut up, mortal," Miyamoto Tetsuya's breathing was heavy, and his eyes were filled with bloodshot eyes due to excitement: "My guess is perfect. The White King is a special existence, and he is different from other Dragon Kings."
In Miyamoto Tetsuya's view, the blood contains the deepest secrets of the Dragon Clan. When the Holy Grail and the Holy Skeleton are fused, that's when King White is most vulnerable. As long as he puts King White's blood into his body and exchanges blood for himself,
You will gain the power of the White King.
In Christianity, there is a ritual called Holy Communion, in which people partake of wine, which represents the blood of the Son, and bread, which represents his body, to commemorate the sacrifice of the Son.
And the container holding the wine is the Holy Grail.
Now, Tetsuya Miyamoto has to perform the Holy Communion, drink all the delicious wine in the Holy Grail, and be promoted to a god in the mad science.
But all this, in the view of Hans next to him, is just a stupid attempt. He shook his head. The island country has not changed in decades, and they still like it so much...