Lu Mingfei, who had read Dragon Clan before slaying the dragon

"Sure enough... So it was you who woke me up from my out-of-control state?" Yuan Zhisheng took a deep breath.

"My Word Spirit is my last trump card, but I don't know if it will work." Feng Jianli said slowly, "The effect of 'Dream Tapir' is very dangerous. It will create an extremely realistic nightmare dream. Not only you, but even I, as the one who released the 'Dream Tapir', will be pulled into the nightmare. This nightmare is created for you and me. If you are trapped in the nightmare and can't get out, I will be trapped and die in the nightmare with you."

"What will be the result?" Yuan Zhisheng asked.

"Our consciousness will be forever imprisoned, unable to return to reality." Feng Jianli said the most terrifying words in a gentle tone. "The worst result is that we will never wake up. In layman's terms, it is... brain death."

Gen Zhisheng didn't have the energy to show a surprised expression, but his heart was filled with waves. Fengjian Liuli's behavior was undoubtedly a gamble. He used his own life as a bet, hoping that Gen Zhisheng would wake up... He was not confident that he could wake Gen Zhisheng up, but he was prepared to die with him if Gen Zhisheng could not wake up!

"Let's go, brother. It's time for us to leave Hongjing." Fengjian Liuli said to Yuan Zhisheng, "Although I feel deeply ashamed to say this, I can only entrust the rest of my life to Lu Jun."

Feng Jian Liuli and Yuan Zhisheng's physical strength had long reached its limit. The battles beyond their bloodline and the successive dragon transformations made the "royal blood" in their bodies on the verge of exhaustion. It was not that Feng Jian Liuli did not want to lend a hand to Lu Mingfei, but in this state, if he stayed, he would only hinder Lu Mingfei.

Chapter 650: The Proud Herzog

Moreover, in Lu Mingfei's plan, Yuan Zhisheng and Fengjian Liuli were not originally the ones who should appear in Hongjing to participate in the final battle.

A fleeting look of resentment crossed Yuan Zhisheng's face. With his personality, how could he possibly accept deserting before the decisive battle? But right now, he was truly powerless. Yuan Zhisheng knew his brother was right. If the power of the "god" had truly been plundered by Herzog, even at their peak, they wouldn't be a match for Herzog. Furthermore, they were already so weakened that staying would only hinder Lu Mingfei's actions. From a broader and more rational perspective, leaving Hongjing quickly was their best option.

Fengjian Liuli supported Minamoto Chisheng's body and slowly stood up. It seemed that he wanted to carry Minamoto Chisheng away on his back. Because he had just been revived from a near-death state, the release of deep dragonization was accompanied by the loss of strength. Minamoto Chisheng was completely exhausted. He didn't even have the strength to move to the distant Hummer off-road vehicle alone. He could only rely on Fengjian Liuli, who was also weak but could still move, to help him.

But when Fengjian Liuli carried the origin child on his back, his face suddenly changed, and a painful expression appeared on Fengjian Liuli's face. One of his knees bent uncontrollably, and his whole body fell to the ground, even though his joints were hit hard by someone.

"Girl, is your leg injured?" Gen Chisheng noticed the wound on Fengjian Liuli's left thigh. The wound had already seeped blood and dyed his trouser leg red.

Gen Zhisheng suddenly remembered that in the dream just now, Gen Zhinu swung a knife to cut off a piece of meat from his thigh, and then told him that if he was hungry, he could eat him... That was in a dream, but now Fengjian Liuli's real wound coincided with the dream.

"The most dangerous part of 'Dream Tapir' is this. The damage caused by the user of 'Dream Tapir' in the nightmare environment will be synchronized in reality... even if the target of the damage is the user of the Word Spirit." Fengjian Liuli explained to Yuan Zhisheng, and then he clenched his teeth and said, "It's okay, brother, this minor injury is nothing for a mixed-blood like us. You are injured more seriously than me. I will get you out of here."

"Little girl..." Yuan Zhisheng murmured with a complicated expression.

When he woke up from the dream just now, the scene of Gen Chinu cutting herself and telling him that he could eat her was vivid in his mind, as was the scene of him stabbing Gen Chinu's heart with a knife ten years ago. What remained unchanged was that the boy always called him "brother", "brother" in a gentle tone... His younger brother was not a demon, but he killed him once for the so-called justice and the fear in his heart. This made Gen Chinu feel deeply ashamed and guilty from the bottom of his heart.

"We survived those difficult times when we were little. Brother, you said you wanted to make it big, and now you've become the leader of the entire Japanese underworld. You've finally made it big." Feng Jianli didn't notice Yuan Zhisheng's emotions. He continued to talk to himself, "I finally meet you again, brother. We can continue to live together in the future. For a life like this, why shouldn't I fight for my life? Why should we die here?"

At this moment, Yuan Zhisheng finally felt the changes in his younger brother. His voice and appearance were indeed Yuan Zhinu's, but the boy's tone was now as firm as a knife or iron. He was no longer as naive and cowardly as a child. The brother who was as weak as a girl finally became a real man.

"Girl... you're right." Yuan Zhisheng took a deep breath, seemingly casting aside his worries. His eyes gradually became determined, and his tone was like that of the boy who had vowed to his brother on the mountaintop ten years ago that he would make a name for himself. "Live... We all have to live!"

Fengjian Liuli carried Yuan Zhisheng on his back and walked step by step towards the Hummer off-road vehicle in the distance. Each step he took was slow and difficult, but extremely firm. The brothers were in tune with each other again after ten years, just like they were in the small town in the mountains ten years ago. The two boys' desire to survive reached its peak at the same moment. Heavy rain poured down on them. With every step Fengjian Liuli took, the blood behind him would mix with the rain and gather into a winding pool of blood.

Finally, Fengjian Liuli carried Minamoto Chisheng to the vicinity of the Hummer off-road vehicle. The way to escape was just around the corner, and the door symbolizing "life" was within reach... But the next moment, a dazzling flame lit up in front of Fengjian Liuli and Minamoto Chisheng.

The huge roar shattered their eardrums, flames shot up into the sky, the huge light and heat burned their skin in an instant, and the hot air waves blew the two boys several meters away... Just before Fengjian Liuli and Yuan Zhisheng were about to escape, the Hummer off-road vehicles exploded in front of them, not just one, but all of them. A whole row of steel bars was burning, and billowing black smoke rose into the sky.

This was obviously designed, otherwise this kind of military off-road vehicle would not explode for no reason. What's more, these Hummers were modified by the scientific researchers of the Ghost Group. Both their speed and collision resistance far exceeded those of first-class military vehicles. However, at this moment, they all exploded without being hit by any heavy objects or even touched by anything.

A powerful and passionate tango music suddenly sounded, and the classic medium-tempo two-beat melody echoed throughout the Red Well... It was a familiar song, "The Blue Danube" composed by the famous Austrian light music composer Johann Strauss II.

Fengjian Liuli and Gen Zhisheng's brains were confused because of the close-range explosion. Before they realized why an elegant and cheerful tango music suddenly sounded in the remote and deserted Hongjing, a figure slowly appeared from behind the group of exploded Hummer off-road vehicles.

The figure took light and cheerful steps to the beat of the piano music, and it was obvious that he was in a good mood. Behind him was a burning Hummer off-road vehicle. The shadow of his long dance gown was like a nimble goose dancing in the flames. The blazing flames were like the orange-red background lights of a large curtain, making the suddenly appearing figure look slender and tall, like a young aristocrat dancing at a party of upper-class European society in the 19th century.

Fengjian Liuli and Minamoto Chisheng looked up in confusion. This unbelievable scene kept hitting their brains. No one could understand how elegant dance music could be heard in the desolate and dilapidated Hongjing, which had just experienced several wars. Where did these aristocratic dancers from the last century come from?

But when they really saw the true face of the figure, Fengjian Liuli and Gen Chisheng both widened their eyes in disbelief, their eye sockets almost popped out.

It was not a dancer's robe at all, but a white lab coat used for experiments. Because the flames behind it were too dazzling, the fluttering hem of the white lab coat looked like the corners of a dancing robe.

There were no young nobles dancing gracefully. The face was clearly that of an old Japanese man, with vague Yugoslav features. Judging from his posture, he might be handsome and tall, but the wrinkles on his face foreshadowed his old age.

Kazama Ruri and Minamoto Chisei widened their eyes not because of surprise, but because of anger. The reason for their anger was that they were so familiar with the old man's face that it was almost engraved in their souls. They were born because of this old man, but their lives were all controlled by this old man. He was indeed the creator of Minamoto Chisei and Minamoto Chijo, but at the same time he was also the brothers' unforgettable enemy... Tachibana Masamune, or Wangsho, his real name was Herzog.

Dr. Jung von Herzog.

At this moment, Herzog's appearance was different from when he appeared as Tachibana Masamune or as the king. He smiled faintly, and his smile was full of confidence and pride, as if he had returned to decades ago when he was the youngest doctor at the German Institute of Biology and the chief researcher of dragon genes in the former Soviet Union.

Herzog was wearing the clothing that had been with him the longest, the white lab coat he needed to wear during experiments. His trouser lines were ironed straight, and a gold-curled silk scarf was tucked into the collar of his lining. His silver-white hair was waxed and combed back very neatly. He stood straight, looking as handsome as a young man in his early twenties...but his face full of wrinkles and sagging skin showed that he was indeed old. His vicissitudes of life eyes were like two dry wells filled with time, and his handsome face could be vaguely seen as a mural that was corroded and dried by time and was gradually peeling off.

"How are you, my dear children!" Herzog circled around Ruri Kazama and Chisei Minamoto, greeting them warmly. His expensive leather shoes were covered with mud mixed with rain and Ruri Kazama's blood.

At the end of the dance, Herzog's last step happened to be in front of Kazama Ruri and Minamoto Chisei, and the dirty rain splashed accurately on the faces of Kazama Ruri and Minamoto Chisei... It can be seen that this old man must have been a top dancer who often attended major banquets when he was young.

No, even though he is old now, he still has a dancing posture that can impress any tango dancer in the world. His beat, timing and rhythm are all top-notch. It is hard to imagine how many young girls this old man conquered with his handsome face and perfect dancing posture when he was young.

Faced with Herzog's address of "dear child", Kazama Ruri and Minamoto Chisei both showed expressions of disgust, chill and even hatred. This man has always been so hypocritical. He disguised himself as Minamoto Chisei's guide, disguised himself as Kazama Ruri's teacher, and disguised himself as Uesugi Erii's father. He deceived the three siblings and the entire Sheqi Eight Families for a full twenty years!

"Great! Keep it like this! I like the expressions on your faces." Herzog leaned over, observing and admiring the faces of Fengjian Liuli and Yuan Zhisheng. "Anger, pain, hatred, yet powerlessness—what an ironic ending! You're all half-bloods of the most noble lineages... I can't help but wonder what expressions those pedantic and ignorant heads of the eight Sheqi families would express if they saw you in your humble state right now."

"I don't know." Feng Jianli said in a weak but resounding voice, "But at least the family heads fought for the greater good of their families... Even if they were deceived, they wouldn't show the ugly face of a villain like you."

A gloomy expression flashed across Herzog's face for a moment, but he immediately calmed down, as if he had thought of something, and smiled again.

"Until the end of your life, you'll remember what I taught you: the more desperate the situation, the more you need to use harsh words to influence your opponent's mentality. Only then will you have a chance to strike back." Herzog smiled and said to Kazama Ruri, "I have to admit that as a student, you've disappointed me as a teacher in every other way, but I'm very satisfied with you in this one thing... but it's a pity that this method doesn't work on me."

Herzog raised one foot and stepped over Ruri Kazama's body. He slowly walked behind Ruri Kazama and Gen Chisei, bent down and pulled out the cherry-red long sword that Ruri Kazama had stuck in the ground.

Herzog raised the long knife, but of course he did not do so to admire the knife. Herzog looked at the creature pierced by the tip of the knife. The huge single eye of the "Holy Remains" was now dim. This originally full mass of flesh gradually became withered and eroded after Fengjian Liuli absorbed its blood and body fluids. Even facing Herzog, an object that could have been easily possessed, the "Holy Remains" only opened and closed its mouth a few times symbolically. It was listless and obviously had lost the power to control Herzog.

"Honestly, I never imagined a 'God' could be this kind of creature. But the first time I saw this thing, I knew it was what a 'God' should be!" Herzog's eyes gleamed with excitement. "It doesn't need a huge body or overwhelming strength. It only needs absolute control, tenacious vitality, and ample endurance. This is the ultimate creature, conquering the world not with pure strength but with wisdom."

"Just like you, right?" Yuan Zhisheng suddenly spoke.

"Hmm?" Herzog turned his head, looking in surprise at the young man who once regarded him as a father. "I can't believe you think so highly of me, Zhisheng. You compare me to the ultimate being... You're smarter than your brother. I'll make your death less painful."

"The ultimate creature?" Yuan Zhisheng said sarcastically. "I never thought that parasitic thing was the ultimate creature. For thousands of years, it has been hiding in the dark trench, daring not to show its face. The White Emperor of the Dragon Clan, who could rival the Black Emperor thousands of years ago, has now become like this. It's really disappointing."

"It's the same with you, Herzog," Yuan Zhisheng continued. "You use the Eight Snake Clan and the Fierce Ghost Clan as cover, manipulating your puppets to appear before everyone. But you yourself dare not show your face because you lack the power and the determination to become a true king. You're like a rat in the gutter."

Chapter 651: Herzog is deserted by his friends and relatives

Herzog was stunned for a moment, as if he was stunned by Yuan Zhisheng's long speech. When he came to his senses, his face turned cold at a speed visible to the naked eye, so dark that it seemed as if water could be squeezed out of it. His body trembled uncontrollably, as if he was really hurt by some of the words in Yuan Zhisheng's words.

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha."

Loud laughter rang out around the Red Well, the laughter was as lively as the clear sound of silver bells. Herzog looked at Fengjian Liuli who was laughing wantonly, and it seemed that he did not realize for a moment that the boy who was about to be killed by him would suddenly laugh so wildly and so happily.

"What are you laughing at?" Herzog frowned and asked Fengjian Liuli in confusion.

"I'm amazed that my brother actually has such a sharp tongue. Hahahahaha... Rat, why didn't I think of such an apt metaphor?" Feng Jianli also looked at Herzog with disdain, his tone harsh and vicious, "'God'? 'Holy Remains'? Do you really think everyone in this world lives for these empty things? They are all worthless in my eyes! Do you see that piece of meat in your hand that's about to rot and stink? Hold it tightly, because this will also be your end!"

Herzog's eyes were almost spitting fire. He was so merciful that he was willing to waste his words on this pair of stupid and pathetic brothers. He generously gave them the last time to reunite, but these two little bastards did not know how to be grateful. Instead, they laughed at and fooled him wantonly... What Herzog did not realize was that some of the words of Gen Chisheng and Kazama Ruri did cause his emotions to fluctuate.

What Herzog found most difficult to accept was that in his eyes, these two guys were originally the most naive, loyal, and easily manipulated chess pieces. Chess pieces are inherently despicable, but the chess pieces actually jumped off the chessboard. The originally despicable guys actually turned around and ridiculed the chess player... What qualifications do such guys have? What qualifications do such guys have!

"Bastards! Bastards! Bastards! Both of you brothers are! As chess pieces, you should have the awareness of chess pieces. You should weigh your own weight. What qualifications do you have... What qualifications do you two bastards have to mock me?" Herzog lost his mind in anger and shame. He cursed the two brothers, Yuan Zhisheng and Fengjian Liuli, "You are all created by me, do you know? You are all created by me, do you know! When I was young, I could create ten thousand chess pieces like you when I was happy. Now I can destroy you at any time when I am unhappy! Do you understand? Do you understand at all! I let you two poor little bastards survive, and you don't even know how to be grateful..."

Not only did they curse at each other, they even punched and kicked them. The sharp tips of Herzog's hard leather shoes kicked Yuan Zhisheng and Fengjian Liuli's lower abdomen and even their lower bodies.

This old man was clearly the former meritorious scientist of the Third Reich who was full of complacency just now, but now he suddenly turned into a hideous madman. The elegant and noble temperament he had when dancing was gone. The continuous ridicule of Yuan Zhisheng and Fengjian Liuli made him angry and embarrassed. He roared loudly, slapped Yuan Zhisheng and Fengjian Liuli on the head and face with his hands, and tore the wounds on Yuan Zhisheng and Fengjian Liuli with his nails, like a madman whose last fig leaf had been torn off.

Gen Chisheng and Fengjian Liuli protected their heads and genitals with their hands weakly. The brothers gritted their teeth and said nothing under Herzog's almost crazy beating... They didn't even make any painful gasps. Gen Chisheng and Fengjian Liuli's expressions were distorted, but their eyes were still firm and fierce, filled with hatred for Herzog as heavy as a mountain and as vast as the sea.

Putting aside his research results in the field of genetics, Herzog himself is just a hybrid with ordinary bloodline, while Gen Chisheng and Fengjian Liuli are super hybrids who inherited the "royal blood". Under normal circumstances, any one of them has the power to easily knock Herzog over or even kill him instantly, but at this moment they are extremely weak, even worse than ordinary people. Facing Herzog's punches and kicks, they can only passively and awkwardly protect their vital parts.

After several minutes of punching and kicking, Herzog was tired. He finally kicked Kazama Ruri hard on the back of the head, then bent down, supported his knees with his hands, and gasped heavily... He was too old. It could be seen from the deep wrinkles on his face that Herzog was indeed a young, promising and elegant scientist sixty years ago, but now he was just an old man with one foot in the coffin.

The old look when playing Tachibana Masamune was not deliberately pretended by Herzog. He was indeed an old man in terms of age, and the emotions about time and life that he often expressed to Minamoto Chisei were not nonsense. At least half of those words were his true feelings. Only lies that are half true and half false are the most real. No wonder Minamoto Chisei always believed in this old man and was even fooled by him. The two people's understanding of the world and experience of life are completely on different levels.

Herzog has felt for a long time that the world is unfair. There are too many unreasonable things in this world, and too many things that should be corrected. He possesses wisdom beyond the reach of ordinary people and the ambition to conquer the sky, but he does not have the power to match it. His bloodline is not that special, but because of this, he is firmly controlled by those politicians who have brute force and bloodline status, which makes Herzog helpless.

While serving as the head of Black Swan Harbor, Herzog accidentally obtained a precious blood sample. It was the blood sample of the most noble "Emperor" of an ancient mixed-race family from a distant Eastern country... This was undoubtedly a mistake made by the former Soviet government. They allowed such a dangerous thing to fall into the hands of the ambitious Herzog. This result was enough to change the whole world!

From then on, a huge conspiracy was brewing in the corner of the far north of Siberia. Herzog used his wisdom and genetic technology, combined with the precious "imperial blood" and ancient dragon blood obtained from Japan, to create countless super soldier embryos and shadow warriors. The super hybrids made of "imperial blood" will become his warriors, and the shadow warriors made of ancient dragon blood will become his bodyguards and his stand-ins. However, Herzog was not in a hurry to use this power to overthrow the control of the Soviet government, nor did he use the "imperial blood" and dragon blood on himself.

The main applications of "Royal Blood" are gene cloning and in vitro fertilization technology, while Dragon Blood is a living body transformation technology. Every year, a portion of the missing people in the Caribbean and Morocco are secretly sent to the Black Swan Port in Siberia. Anyway, the security in those places is already chaotic, and those guys with unknown origins and no identities disappearing hundreds of people a year will not arouse the vigilance of the local government. Those who were secretly sent to the Black Swan Port became Herzog's experimental subjects. Most of them died early in the cruel experiment, and only a small number of people survived and became shadow warrior puppets controlled by Herzog.

Although it can give him strong physical strength and super-fast recovery ability, Herzog still did not use the blood of the ancient dragon on himself, because simply improving his bloodline could not satisfy his growing ambition, and the success rate of this experiment was too low. Herzog would not take the risk to try it on himself.

All conspirators and ambitious people will never expose themselves to dangerous environments before truly achieving their ambitions. Herzog has always cherished his life... Of course his life is precious. He is a man destined to become the pioneer of a new era and the ruler of this world. If the world is a long food chain, then he is the existence at the end of the food chain. He will eat all people, even dragons. He will absorb the nutrients of this world to thrive. All things in the world are his nutrients.

Black Swan Harbor was Herzog's first chessboard, and Major Bondarev was the first player to play against him. He survived that dangerous game and won, thus plundering all of Major Bondarev's achievements, including the opponent's chess pieces, plans, and even his ambitions...

Japan became Herzog's second chessboard. The Snake Eight Clan, the Oni Clan, and everyone in the Japanese underworld were his pawns. Herzog originally thought his only opponent was "God"... Because this time, he wanted to plunder everything from "God". In Herzog's view, this was a game that he must win, because he had a perfect plan and powerful pawns, such as Minamoto no Chisei, Kazama Ruri, Uesugi Erie...

But his plan was suddenly disrupted by someone. Minamoto no Chisei, Kazama Ruri, Uesugi Erie, the heads of the eight families of Yagi... these important chess pieces jumped out of his chessboard one after another and got rid of his control. Herzog was extremely anxious during that time. He even thought that his ambition to become the new king would be shattered.

But fortunately, he stabilized the situation again. In the face of his wisdom and twenty years of planning, any tricks and resistance were just illusions. The brothers Yuan Zhisheng and Fengjian Liuli eventually failed, and the young man named Lu Mingfei would be the same... They would all pay the price of their lives for their ignorance and stupidity, and become the dry bones on his road to becoming king!

After resting for a while, Herzog came back to his senses from his thoughts. His physical strength had also recovered a lot. He looked at the dying brothers on the ground in front of him... Gen Chisheng was holding Fengjian Liuli. Just now, Herzog had hit Fengjian Liuli's lower abdomen many times, but Gen Chisheng blocked it with his body. Even though he was in so much pain that he almost rolled on the ground, he still protected his younger brother. This was his responsibility as an older brother, and it was also Gen Chisheng's compensation to Fengjian Liuli.

"What a hypocritical brotherhood," Herzog spat coldly at Yuan Zhisheng. "He can pierce his brother's heart with a knife without hesitation, and now he pretends to be a good brother. It's really disgusting!"

Herzog kicked Yuan Zhisheng to the ground. He raised his foot and stamped on Fengjian Liuli's face, which was as beautiful as a work of art, with his muddy sole. This was his punishment for the betrayer. What good was power? The supreme "Emperor" was still under his feet, like a dog or an ant. If he wanted to, he could crush this rare super hybrid at any time.

This feeling filled Herzog with endless satisfaction and vanity. He was standing at the top of the world of the few mixed-bloods in the world, just like he was standing on those high-ranking officials of the Soviet government who had relied on their status and force to make him surrender. Now those guys had turned into the dust of the times, but he was about to ascend a new throne and gain supreme power and eternal life!

Yuan Zhisheng, who was kicked away by Herzog, suddenly laughed. The pain in his body made his whole face distorted, but he couldn't help laughing. His laughter was full of madness and mockery.

Herzog was completely stunned. He even unconsciously moved his feet away from Fengjian Liuli's face, because he had never seen Yuan Zhisheng laugh like this... It can be said that he grew up watching Yuan Zhisheng. In Herzog's impression, Yuan Zhisheng's laughter was always restrained. This young man never showed his emotions too much to the outside world, but the laughter at this moment was so strange and scary. This hoarse laughter was simply like a mental disorder or possessed by some unclean thing.

Yuan Zhisheng laughed non-stop, and blood foam spurted out of his mouth while he laughed wildly. His laughter was so loud that it affected his injuries. He was obviously in so much pain but still laughed stubbornly. The hearty laughter fell into Herzog's ears, but it made him inexplicably frightened.

"What's so funny? What's so funny!" Herzog said to Yuan Zhisheng in a timid tone. "You're just a loser! Even your current position as the head of the family was given to you by me. Now your brother is under my feet. I'm going to kill you and both of you soon. You're still laughing even when you're about to die. What a lunatic!"

"I was laughing at you... Herzog." Yuan Zhisheng spat out a mouthful of blood and said lightly, "You are so pitiful."

"What did you say? What's pitiful?" Herzog didn't understand what Yuan Zhisheng meant.

"It's not pitiful, but tragic." Yuan Zhisheng corrected himself. "Even if I die, I will die to save the family and make up for the harm I did to the girl. Even if the girl dies, he died to save me and stop you, a despicable villain. Even if the heads of the eight Sheqi families die, they all died for the righteousness of the family and the happiness of the people. I have a father, I have a brother and sister, and I have thousands of people who trust me. Everyone in the eight Sheqi families is the same. Our world is full because we have things we want to protect, so each of us has the awareness of dying."

"And you have nothing, Herzog." Yuan Zhisheng sneered.

Chapter 652 Lu Mingfei's Threat

"You have no family, no lover, no friends, no faith, no followers... You are filled with schemes and empty ambitions." Yuan Zhisheng seemed to completely ignore his injuries. He spoke rapidly, "Without that ambition, you have lost everything. In the end, you are nothing."

"However, your ambition will never be realized. Lu Jun will eventually put an end to it." A scornful sneer curled up Yuan Zhisheng's lips. "How ironic! You are a pathetic person who pursued empty power but abandoned everything. You deceived me, used me, and manipulated me. You also hurt many people in my family, but I don't hate you, Herzog."

"I just spit on you." Yuan Zhisheng stared at Herzog intently. He used the most sarcastic tone in his life to say to the man he once regarded as his father but who had deceived him, "You are despicable and shameless, and you have nothing. You were a lonely villain when you were alive, and you will be a lonely villain when you die."

Gen Chisheng's expression was cold and aloof. When Herzog was still Tachibana Masamune, he had looked at the other party with admiration and respect, but at this moment, Gen Chisheng looked at Herzog as if he was looking at a large pile of moving garbage.

Herzog could not stand such a look. He stared blankly at the madman who was covered in blood, in a miserable state, and even as humble as dust. Herzog could not stand this despicable bastard humiliating him with such sarcastic words!

Herzog's heart was filled with anger and humiliation, because he knew very well that what Gen Chisheng said was right. Whether it was Gen Chisheng who was controlled by him and then awakened, or Fengjian Liuli who came to Hongjing to save her brother, they all fought with the awareness of certain death. Looking at their eyes, you can tell that they would have no fear or regrets even if they were killed by Herzog here, because they all had things in their hearts that were worth giving their names to protect.

But Herzog didn't. What he pursued was only great power and noble bloodline. Just as Yuan Zhisheng said, he had nothing to protect, no friends, no relatives, and no justice. However, these things could not hurt Herzog, because he did not want these things... but he was afraid of death.

While Gen Chisheng and Kazama Ruri feared death without a second thought, he was timid and terrified. He was the only one who feared death… How could someone who wanted to live defeat someone who wanted to die? The latter was already fearless. Even if Herzog had killed both Gen Chisheng and Kazama Ruri, such killing would not have brought him any sense of pleasure or accomplishment.

Herzog deliberately spared the lives of the brothers in order to completely crush their spirits at the final moment and then kill them. This is the most suitable punishment for betrayers and it is also the drama that Herzog has been looking forward to for a long time. This drama that he has painstakingly planned for twenty years has finally reached its climax. How can such a wonderful ending be without an audience?

He clearly directed a brilliant play, but the audience was terrible. They couldn't give Herzog any psychological satisfaction at all. He expected to see surprise, fear and even pleading on the faces of Gen Chisei and Kazama Ruri when he appeared on the stage, but there was no feedback at all. None of the expressions that Herzog imagined to see appeared... He was even ridiculed and mocked for no reason. It was a really terrible feeling.

Herzog first looked at Yuan Zhisheng's cold and arrogant expression, then he accidentally glanced at Fengjian Liuli's eyes looking at Yuan Zhisheng. Herzog's angry expression suddenly froze on his face, and a light flashed in his mind, as if he suddenly thought of something.

Herzog inserted the "holy remains" back into the ground. He walked towards Yuan Zhisheng viciously with a cruel and evil smile on his face. Herzog inserted his fingers into Yuan Zhisheng's long black hair and pulled Yuan Zhisheng up from the ground.

"You unbridled little bastard! Keep on cursing! Keep on laughing! I wonder how long you can keep laughing!" Dragging the weakened and defenseless Genjiro straight ahead, Herzog said in a cold voice, "Before I become the new 'God,' I still have some interesting things to do. It suddenly occurred to me that I've dissected humans, hybrids, Deadpools and Shikigami, even monsters like the Yamata no Orochi and pure-blooded dragons... but I've never dissected a dragon-like super-hybrid."

Ruri Kazama looked at Herzog's movements. Herzog was walking straight towards the dismembered body of Yamata no Orochi. He instantly realized what Herzog wanted to do.

"No! No! Let me go! Let me go!" Fengjian Liuli screamed in horror, and fear filled his entire face.

Herzog's target was the super cutting machine that could dissect monsters like the Yamata no Orochi. Combining the meaning of Herzog's words, he clearly wanted to put Minamoto no Chisei on the cutting machine and dissect him alive in front of Kazama Ruri!

This demon! This demon! Just to see the painful and desperate expressions of Minamoto Chisei and Kazama Ruri begging for mercy, and for the sick pleasure in his heart, he actually committed such a cruel act!

"That's the expression, that's the expression. It's such an enjoyable expression." Herzog looked at Fengjian Liuli's face full of fear and smiled with great enjoyment. "If you saw your brother being cut open with your own eyes, would you be terrified? Would you cry on the spot? Would you kneel down and beg me?"

"No! No! No!" Fengjian Liuli wanted to stop Herzog.

But he was too weak to stand up. He staggered to his feet several times and fell into the mud again. He could only use his hands and feet to crawl towards the huge cutting machine.

"I really want to know. Super hybrids have such strong vitality. If their bodies were cut in half, would they die immediately? Would the cut cause profuse bleeding?" Herzog kept prodding Fengjian Liuli with his words. "What do the ribs and spine of the 'Emperor' look like? Are there golden patterns on them? If they are beautiful enough, perhaps I can extract your brother's bones piece by piece and place them in the most precious section of my collection cabinet."

Herzog deliberately slowed his pace, so that Genji would suffer more, and so that Kazama Ruri could get closer to the saw, watching her brother being chopped into pieces before her very eyes... What kind of despair would that child have? Would he burst into tears? Or lose his mind in disbelief? Or would he desperately climb into the saw to save his brother, only to be chopped into pieces together with him?

Herzog knew very well that with the feelings that Kazama Ruri had for his brother, he would definitely do such a crazy thing... So far, all the dark curtains that have shrouded Japan have been revealed, all the darkness and all the conspiracies have surfaced, and human nature has become real and distorted. This is the darkest moment for the whole of Japan. In such a special environment, anyone can't help but go crazy and do something beyond common sense.

But the difference is that Herzog is crazy with joy that his ambition is about to be achieved, while Gennochichi and Kazama Ruri are crazy with despair that they are powerless.

Herzog worked hard to push down a huge dragon neck of the Yamata no Orochi, and he threw Minamoto Chisei's body hard on the cutting table, just like an ancient jailer pressing the head of a death row prisoner into the guillotine. Herzog tied hard steel chains to Minamoto Chisei's limbs that had been worn to the point of blood and flesh, and looked at Minamoto Chisei's inner thoughts as if he was looking at a dead fish on the chopping block about to be cooked.

"Let me go, let me go!" Feng Jianli crawled to Herzog's feet. He pulled Herzog's muddy trouser legs and roared loudly, "Put me on, put me on!"

"Little girl... don't ask for my help, and don't beg this mean person." Yuan Zhisheng said calmly on the cutting table. "I remember when we were little, I told you that a real man shouldn't cry when facing death... If this is our fate, we might as well accept it calmly."

In fact, Gen Chisheng was also sad and painful because of what Kazama Ruri said. At the same time, Gen Chisheng also felt remorse and guilt for not being able to protect his brother. He could face death calmly, but how could he be willing to let Herzog kill his brother... But he was powerless. The only thing Gen Chisheng could do at this moment was to try to stay calm and use the so-called words from childhood to comfort Kazama Ruri.

A whistling sound fell from the top of Yuan Zhisheng's head, and the huge circular saw was infinitely enlarged in his pupils. Yuan Zhisheng slowly closed his eyes, waiting for the moment of death to come.