After leaving the world of all NPCs

An area of ​​approximately 78.5 square kilometers, equivalent to the core areas of twelve of Tokyo's 23 wards, was completely reduced to scorched earth.

“A commercial and transportation hub.”

Tokyo Station, Ginza, Akihabara, Shinjuku Station East Exit, Ueno Station.

None of these transportation hubs with an average daily passenger flow of over one million were spared.

What shocked Lu Yinghua the most was the population estimate.

This area was originally home to approximately five million people in Tokyo, accounting for more than 35% of the total population of the 23 wards.

Now, these lives are like being wiped off the map with an eraser, leaving no trace.

Lu Yinghua's gaze stayed on the edge of the circle.

Not only were the buildings near the center of the circle burned down, but the high temperature also melted the ground into a layer of crystal glass.

You can even imagine the scene at that time.

The sun's true fire poured down like a waterfall, instantly vaporizing the steel and cement, melting the granite ground into red magma, and then forming a large area of ​​glassy ground after cooling.

"Even if we take into account the KPIs of the entire Central Plains martial arts world for three hundred years, it still can't compare to this one."

Lu Yinghua couldn't help but hum softly.

His master was a man who lived for more than two hundred years.

It was the leader of the martial arts world——Luo Hao!

In the magic world, he is generally respected as the "Master".

During the time when the leader lived, slaughter in wars was commonplace, and it was also an era of serious conflict between the imperial court and the underworld.

In modern times, everyone has become much more civilized.

They also came up with some laws of war.

However, because of the existence of such an old antique, there are still a large number of conservatives.

The radicals at the time believed that all foreigners should be expelled from China and an independent and powerful country should be established.

Conservatives think radicals are too conservative.

Expel what?

All of them are going off!

If you kill me for ten days, I will return ten days to you!

But they are just grudges from the past.

The blood feud has been resolved...

No matter how it was solved, it was solved anyway.

But even so, Lu Yinghua felt that their Holy Church, together with the KPIs of various forces, could not compare to that of the new king.

He ascended the throne by building steps out of the bones of five million people.

"This matter involves a lot of things. I still have to report it to Master and ask her to make the final decision."

Lu Yinghua put away his phone and looked up at the misty top of Mount Lushan.

What awaits him is likely to be another beating.

But I still have to go.

……

Ye Zuochen slowly opened his eyes, and what came into view was the towering dome of the palace.

The golden nanmu beams are carved with coiled dragon patterns, and they glow with a warm luster in the morning light.

He propped himself up with his arms and sat up from the cloud bed. The brocade quilt slid down his body, revealing the boy's sturdy upper body.

Ye Zuochen looked around, a hint of confusion flashing in his obsidian eyes.

The scale of this palace is comparable to the residence of ancient emperors. The thick metal stick in the center replaces the traditional main beam, and the inscription "Ruyi Jingu Bang" can be vaguely seen on the black surface.

The furnishings in the hall are extremely simple, yet they exude an extraordinary charm.

The ground is paved with whole pieces of white marble.

There are several ancient paintings hanging on the wall, and the figures in the paintings seem to be moving slowly.

On a rosewood shelf not far away, various healing products are placed.

The thousand-year-old Ganoderma lucidum exudes a faint golden light, the snow lotus in the jade box breathes out cold air, and there are several bottles of elixirs with cinnabar labels.

The air was filled with soothing incense, the smell of which reminded Ye Zuochen of the scent of a bamboo forest after rain.

He closed his eyes again.

Gene lock level 2, open.

The magic power in the body flowed like a spring stream, and he could sense the condition of his body in an instant.

Bruises, fractures, abrasions, bleeding, burns, broken arms, ruptured internal organs, high fever... these painful memories still remain in the mind, but the body has been completely renewed.

The density of bones far exceeds that of any known alloy, and when tapped lightly, they produce a clear metallic sound.

The muscle fibers are arranged like refined steel, containing amazing explosive power.

Possessing an ability more powerful than adrenaline, bleeding will stop immediately and the pain sensation will become much duller.

"This body is just like Wolverine from the comics."

Ye Zuochen couldn't help but praise.

After confirming his physical condition, Ye Zuochen casually called out to the outside of the hall.

"Someone is coming."

The heavy palace door slid open silently. A warrior in black iron armor knelt on one knee outside the door. The voice beneath his helmet was respectful and steady: "What are your commands, King?"

Ye Zuochen asked nonchalantly, "Who are you?"

"We are martial artists from Yokohama's Chinatown. We have learned that a local sorcerer is plotting against the king and intends to assassinate him. We have come to stop them from polluting the king's eyes."

"Kill me, why?"

The martial artist gestured with both hands, asking Ye Zuochen to look at the side of the golden hoop in the middle.

Ye Zuochen walked to the other side of the golden cudgel and found that many words were written on it with a brush dipped in cinnabar.

"…What does this say?"

Ye Zuochen couldn't understand.

Traditional Chinese characters are not a big problem.

But this is cursive writing, and it is too cursive.

It's just a complete scribble.

The martial artist quickly recited the words above.

[Boy:

You made a big fuss this time. You killed that Dong Wanggong and seized the power.

You kid are now a real Rakshasa King.

The gods would want to skin you alive and tear your tendons apart when they see you.

But don't panic, with my reputation as your protection, they will have to think twice!

You originally wanted to stay for a few more days, but the local conqueror god named Susanoo was so blind that he wanted to take advantage of your reincarnation to make a move.

I had a fight with him, and although I beat him to death, I also lost half my life.

Tsk, I lost this time.

Given my temper, I really want to compete with you right now to see how powerful you, the newly crowned Rakshasa King, are.

Unfortunately, the oath I made is still there, so I can’t really kill you. I’m so frustrated that I’m scratching my head!

I might as well go back to Shenhua and sleep, out of sight, out of mind.

I leave this golden cudgel for you as a farewell gift.

It weighs 13,500 kilograms and is powerful enough to defeat gods and Buddhas.

If you meet an enemy you can't deal with, just call me the Monkey King.

See you next time!

—Legend of the Great Sage Equaling Heaven, Sun Wukong, the Buddha, in the Water Curtain Cave at Mount Huaguo.

After listening to the martial artist's translation, Ye Zuochen's eyes fell on the flamboyant cinnabar writing on the golden cudgel.

The cursive writing was written in a flowing and unruly manner, with a sense of rebelliousness between the lines, yet also with a bit of the casualness of an elder brother caring for his younger brother.

After a long silence, he suddenly chuckled, shook his head, and shifted his gaze away from the golden cudgel.

Ye Zuochen turned to look at the martial artist kneeling on one knee outside the door and asked, "Besides Suzumiya and you, has anyone else been here?"

The martial arts master cupped his fists and replied, "People from the local official history compilation committee also came, but we stopped them outside the palace to prevent them from plotting any harm."

Ye Zuochen nodded and was about to ask something else.

The martial artist suddenly took a deep breath and said solemnly, "Excuse me, what is your name?"

As soon as this question was asked, the atmosphere in the hall suddenly froze.

All the martial artists held their breath unconsciously, their hearts beating like drums.

Although they had already guessed from Susanoo's move to assassinate Ye Zuochen that the new Rakshasa King was definitely not from this country and was most likely a Han Chinese, when the time came to confirm his identity, everyone still couldn't help but get nervous.

Ye Zuochen looked at their tense expressions and spoke calmly:

"Ye Zuochen."

These three simple words made everyone in the hall feel relieved.

The tension on the martial artists' faces instantly turned into ecstasy.

The leading martial artist went from kneeling on one knee to kneeling on both knees, kowtowed heavily.

Immediately afterwards, a sound of people kneeling in unison was heard outside the hall, and all the martial artists prostrated themselves on the ground in salute.

Suddenly, congratulations came one after another.

011 The last flames of Donghua illuminate Xingzhou

There are gods and destiny in this world.

Humans on Earth use reverence as the thread and imagination as the shuttle to weave a cocoon of mythology that binds the gods.

Zeus, Odin, Amaterasu, Jade Emperor...

These gods, who were given names, were like giant beasts in shackles, following the rules set by humans.

When showing grace, one does not exceed one's limits.

No crossing the line when lowering a penalty.

But there are always rebels who break free from their shackles.

When the gods tear off the cloaks imposed by humans and return to the original time, when they were not yet bound by the restrictions of mythology, they become "disobedient gods."

Some of these wanderers who have abandoned myths stay in the place where they were born, while others drift to foreign countries.

But no matter where it goes, it brings only disaster and destruction.

Occasionally, a miracle that kills gods occurs.

When mortals defeat gods with their flesh and blood due to countless coincidences.

Power will change hands.

Such a person is - the God Killer!

They killed the gods, usurped power, and ascended the throne by stepping on the bones of the gods.

They are kings, born to trample on the majesty of God!