Murderous intent instantly filled every corner of this tunnel!

Xi Ziyue came to an emergency stop! The motorcycle spun on the road like a top, leaving several spiral marks and stopped horizontally in the center of the tunnel.

Along with the demonic figure approaching, the ceiling of the entire tunnel was dripping, and corrosive liquid was constantly overflowing from the gaps in the wall, as if the entire tunnel was built in an acid rain.

Captured by the profile, an unprecedented breath of death roared in! It was like the door to hell opening, and a scorching cold wind blowing out of it.

Although the figure of the other party has not yet appeared, Xi Ziyue has already felt this from a distance, and the past scenes are flashing back in front of her eyes.

The Dragon King spreads out his white wings and roars to the sky.

A majesty somewhere between holiness and death.

Unparalleled power!

And...the spear of judgment falling from the sky! Divine punishment!

[All those who disobey fate will be penetrated by scorching spears into the deepest part of hell!]

Herzog!

The demon who returned from hell is not far away!

"Run away!" Eriyi whispered but urgently.

Her mood became even more trembling.

Xi Ziyue was also a little shaken.

In the profiling state, her thoughts were stretched out for a long time, giving her enough time to think about the current situation.

The Nibelung-like tunnel, the demon that suddenly appeared, all of this seemed to have been planned long ago.

Perhaps Herzog's purpose from the beginning was to lead the two of them into this tunnel. Only on this one-way passage could his capture plan be implemented.

But how was this Nibelungen Tunnel formed? That is the power of the Dragon King!

Xi Ziyue remembered that since Lin Fenglong was the king of ocean and water behind the scenes, Herzog, who was allied with him, should also be able to obtain part of the Nibelungen construction methods from him.

The tunnel in front of her was most likely an infinite loop of death tunnel. No matter whether she moved forward or backward, she would eventually encounter Herzog. The only way to escape was to run over him!

"Hold me tight! Don't let go!" Xi Ziyue sharpened the corners of her slender eyes. Power poured into her fingertips like running water, and she handed over the two short blades in a cross shape.

Sprint at full speed! Two full moons pointed directly at the head of that figure!

After turning the corner, Xi Ziyue finally saw the other person clearly.

It was a pale smiling face wearing a mask of a public servant, and the cold golden color burned in his eyes, like some kind of cold mockery.

Xi Ziyue frowned.

Fake.

Kagemusha, Xi Ziyue has heard of this technique.

Use genetic technology and hypnosis to create a Deadpool that can replace itself, let it wear a mask, and attend important places in its place. No matter how many times a Shadow Warrior dies, there will always be a new Shadow Warrior who appears, looking like he has immortality.

The body is the same.

This technology remains a mystery to this day, and only talented scientists like Herzog can present it perfectly.

Xi Ziyue took out the sword as promised and did not hold back because it was a fake.

The death storm of judgment suddenly swept up, and the blade cut along a straight thin line towards its arms and chest. The dark golden bones cracked and boiling blood poured out!

A roar erupted from the shadow warrior's throat!

When it was injured, it waved its steel-like arms and hit the motorcycle hard. Xi Ziyue jumped up with Eriyi on his back and landed. The inertia of the motorcycle knocked the Kagemusha into the tunnel wall and exploded into a sea of ​​orange fire.

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"Is this Cassel's S-level character? Very good, you are much stronger than your predecessor! Sharp, sharp, and even beautiful!"

At the other end of the tunnel, Herzog's voice came again, and the burning cold wind slapped Xi Ziyue's back. She raised the knife and turned around slowly, the red gold in her eyes slowly warming up.

Herzog, who was completely unscathed, was standing at the turning point of the tunnel, wearing a suit with flowers on the chest and a minister-like mask on his face. He was also holding a glass of hard liquor with ice in his hand, spitting lightly, as if

It is the way a host entertains guests.

If the flames set off by the motorcycle were not still burning, and the Kagemusha's corpse was sizzling in the fire, Xi Ziyue would have almost thought that time had been rewinded, and the scene of the car attack never happened.

Herzog, he was "resurrected".

"My predecessor?" Xi Ziyue was confused, and her first reaction was the legendary senior who committed suicide by swallowing a gun.

"Your predecessor? Of course it means Cassel's S-class, Lu Mingfei! Haven't you been looking for him?" Herzog let out a slight laugh.

"Do you remember him too?" Xi Ziyue's eyes widened.

"Of course I remember, Detective Miss Xi Ziyue. I may remember more than you." Herzog looked directly into Xi Ziyue's eyes, and the gold in his eyes danced like a snake.

"You must be curious, why so many people have forgotten him, but I still remember him so clearly?" He stepped forward slowly, the cold wind flowed against his body, and he

The shadows snarled on the wall.

"I'm sorry, you can't know the answer. You are the only person in the world who has the ability to find him. As long as you disappear from the world, he will never be able to show up!"

Xi Ziyue also retreated subconsciously. She could feel the heartbeat of Eli Yi behind her getting faster and faster.

So far, only Eryi and Chu Zihang have clear memories of Lu Ming, but they are both in special circumstances and even have an inexplicable bond with Lu Mingfei.

As the White King Herzog, his situation is of course also very special. As for the relationship between him and Lu Mingfei... in a sense, it may be no less than friendship or even love.

"Because you died in his hands, and died miserably." Xi Ziyue made a pretty smile on her lips, her eyes dancing brightly, "Rather than hating him, you were more afraid of him and afraid of him appearing again.

"

These words pierced Herzog's nerves like a needle. His expression immediately distorted, and the ice wine in his hand shattered to the ground.

"Shut up! That man has disappeared and will never appear again! I don't have to be afraid of anyone!" He roared loudly, and there were echoes of him from all directions in the tunnel, angry and depressed.

Xi Ziyue clearly felt the fear and humility in his soul. The three words "Lu Mingfei" were engraved in his heart like an eternal mark. With the slightest touch, he would fly into a rage.

She said this not to provoke the other party, but to test whether the other party was true or false.

Although this was his first meeting with this demon, he could vaguely be inferred to be the kind of conspirator who would never reveal his true identity until the last moment. Before that, the people who shed blood on his behalf were all substitutes.

But the trembling and fear in Herzog's heart before him were so clear and heartfelt. This was definitely not something that a hypnotized stand-in could do.

He is his true form! As long as he is killed, everything will be over!

But--

Can you really kill him?

Would someone like him, who values ​​his own life more than anything else, really show up so easily? Or is he already winning?

Suddenly, the radio in the tunnel was turned on. After the harsh noise, a drum-like sound sounded, and the entire tunnel echoed this strange audio.

Bangzi sound!

In Chu Zihang's description, he mentioned this mysterious magic sound. It is clearly made up of a pair of simple hollow wooden clappers hitting each other. It is like some kind of voodoo music from the primitive areas of South America, but it has an incredible sound.

Magic can make certain powerful hybrids succumb to it...including Eri.

She stood blankly amidst the sound of bangs coming from all directions, deep fear crawled out of her heart, and a certain long-forgotten memory was re-remembered...about death and darkness.

In her perception, every impact of the clapper was like the roar of an ancient bell, and the sound of burning flames was like thousands of electric currents. Xi Ziyue's shouts were isolated by those sounds.

Her field of vision was getting darker and darker, and cold white threads extended along her exposed back to her limbs. Each thread was drawing blood from her body... She slowly withered like a flower.

Slowly wither...break...

Xi Ziyue grabbed her hand, covered her ears and ran away.

"Escape as much as you can! My good children, no matter where you escape, you will eventually come home!" The devil's voice echoed in the tunnel, whispering in his ears all the time.

Xi Ziyue and Eli Yi fled in this bottomless circular tunnel. The strange banging sound was heard in all directions, as if they had accidentally traveled to Ziyuan Town. They could only get out of this map and load this section.

Only then will the cult background music from the history of games disappear.

Bangzi sound... Bangzi sound... Bangzi sound... Damn it! She has heard this frequency and rhythm somewhere before!

Serial number 1, Yan Ling·Emperor! Xi Ziyue recalled it!

Whether it was the bell urging Lu Mingze to leave, or the sound of the music box briefly heard in the ice cellar of the college, it was all such a frequency and rhythm!

Not only that, this clapper sound is actually more real and clear. Far from being weird and monotonous, it is even magnificent and sacred, like the bells of the kingdom of God ringing, with the whole world crawling at its feet!

"Lu Mingze!" Xi Ziyue shouted, some amazing clues were connected, she had to catch this guy and question him!

The guy didn't respond. He didn't just come when he was called.

"That's it, girls, you are indeed home again."

Xi Ziyue stopped in shock. Herzog appeared at the turning point of the tunnel again. The flames ignited by the motorcycle were still there and had not been extinguished at all.

Sure enough, just as she thought, this tunnel had been transformed into a ring under the Nibelung's special rules. No matter whether she moved forward or backward, Herzog would always appear like an iron wall.

The exhaust pipes on the ceiling fell layer by layer, and the pouring acid liquid fell down. The baby's cries were mixed with the sound of bangs, one after another like a sea tide.

The Deadpool group appeared.

They have been lurking in this tunnel from the beginning, and the sour liquid that keeps leaking out of the gaps is what spilled from Deadpool.

The Deadpools, whose bodies were somewhere between dragons and snakes, were crawling behind Herzog, with their neat postures like ninjas guarding the monarch.

Sure enough, he was ready to win. The moment they walked into this tunnel, they were like a reindeer walking into a jackal's den, doomed to a narrow escape. Xi Ziyue didn't know the number of dead soldiers in front of her, but she thought it should be the same as this tunnel.

Same, you can't see the end at a glance.

"Your word spirit is the key, a non-aggressive word spirit, and the only one who can get you out of trouble, Eri, is also unable to move because of the banging sound." Herzog issued a declaration of victory, "Your beauty and

Legend has it that it is destined to perish here."

As soon as he finished speaking, Han Che's sword flashed into his sight!

Xi Ziyue still chose to use the knife to kill Deadpool before his formation was formed. This was the only feasible way at the moment. She could only hope that after his death, the Deadpool group would automatically stop moving, and even Ni

Bolongan collapsed.

Now that it has been confirmed that he is the true deity, he must risk everything to kill him!

"You!" Herzog's eyeballs almost burst open.

He obviously didn't expect the blow to be so ferocious. Several Deadpools who had pounced to cover him earlier were actually cut off with one knife, and their flesh and bones flew everywhere. Before he could react, two short tiger-style alchemy short blades struck him.

It pierced his chest.

"You also have a trial!" he roared in disbelief, blood spurting from his mouth.

"You got the answer right." Xi Ziyue said coldly, spinning and drawing the knife from his chest. From his eyes to every movement, he was filled with the beauty of violent aesthetics.

Speaking of which, this is her first time to kill someone... This might be a good sign. If she kills such a villain for the first time, maybe she will be so comfortable afterwards that she doesn't even need psychological counseling, but just pops the champagne.

Set off firecrackers to celebrate.

But... is it really that simple? Is this demon just dead?

The moment this question crossed my mind——

"You are better than I thought, Xi Ziyue, I just can't bear to kill you!" He spoke with a bloody expression, and his figure that was about to fall down suddenly stood firm.

Xi Ziyue's thoughts paused and she subconsciously took up a defensive posture.

Just enough to defend his powerful punch!

The roar of steel flying against the short tiger rippled across the short tiger, Xi Ziyue was thrown up like a feather, and retreated to Eri Yi's side.

She looked at Herzog in disbelief... what a monster he was.

His body continued to tremble, and tentacles between flesh and bone rolled out of his body. The open wounds were rapidly repairing at a speed visible to the naked eye, and white scales continued to spread out from his body surface.

It overflowed, revealing streaks of blood.

Rather than recovering from his wounds, it is better to say that he is being tortured and transformed from a human being into a living monster.

"If it were me in the past and suffered such a severe injury, I would have died on the spot. Unfortunately...I have returned from hell now, and I have brought back incredible power!" Herzog shouted, "Word Spirit

·Baqi! This kind of word spirit that only exists in myths actually exists!"

Yanling·Yaqi does not exist on Kassel's Yanling Table. No one has ever observed it in history. Only the priest's history books passed down from generation to generation by the eight Sheqi families vaguely mention this miracle.

This word spirit can forcibly enhance the releaser's bloodline, obtain a perfect body like Yamata no Orochi, and have an inexhaustible regeneration ability!

In the cognition of all mixed-race species throughout the ages, there is no way to forcibly improve the bloodline except for blood explosion, but Yaqi has done it because it has exceeded the limit of the cognition of mixed-race species and has almost reached the realm of gods.

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"This is... the White King's exclusive word spirit!"

Even though he once fell under the Sword of Divine Punishment, it was in the form of the White King after all. No matter how many times such a great life reincarnates, he will never forget his past memories, nor will he completely lose his original power.

After waking up from that hellish nightmare, Herzog found that he possessed this word spirit, which was the only thing he got from the decades-long conspiracy.

This is undoubtedly a gift. With it, it means a long life and a strong body. Coupled with his intelligence and understanding of science, he can also compete for the throne of the world.

But it is not only a gift, but also a vicious curse!

Although Baqi saved him from his aging body, it also caused him to suffer, not only from the physical pain of snakes and insects gnawing at him, but also from mental torture.

He was afraid of that man all the time, afraid of the sharp blade falling from the sky, afraid of falling from the highest position of the throne of the world, and even more afraid of himself! He was actually so afraid of the thing itself!

So he must not let that man come back!

Likewise, he must complete himself and return to the throne of the world again, for which Eri Yi must be indispensable!

He wants to become the White King again! Only in this way can he defeat the fear that is branded deep in his soul!

"Do you still remember my face? Eriyi? I am your beloved father, my good boy." Herzog said quietly.

After transforming into the Yamata, his body is constantly evolving towards the appearance of the Yamata no Orochi, with twisted and deformed claws and wing membranes appearing, and the whole person is moving forward almost in a squirming manner, except for the face that still retains the appearance of a human.

attitude.

Eriki shook her head, beads of sweat squeezing in her painful folds, and fear and emptiness in her red-gold eyes.

The tapping sound of the clapper, Deadpool's torrent of baby cries, Herzog's devilish whispering seductive voice, and Xi Ziyue's voice calling her name over and over again...many sounds overlapped in the

Together, it's like a broken mirror, with every fragment covered in memories of the past.

One afternoon, she was playing a game console with her brother. She lost miserably and banged the controller angrily.

It was raining heavily that day. She lay on the small window and looked at Tokyo. The light and shadow overlapped layer by layer and turned into steam-like bubbles.

Early this morning, Xi Ziyue took her on the road to Umezuji Town. The snow was heavy, and she felt that the world had never been so beautiful.

And that trip in the past... Love Hotel... Sky Tree... Meiji Jingu Shrine... Disney Haunted Mansion... That voice gently said if the world

If it doesn't like you, then it is my enemy...

Finally, there is the memory of death, without any warmth or color.

In the noisy sound, all the debris swirled like snow flakes.

A new voice appeared.

A cool and sharp ringtone broke through the dull and strange sound of the phone and fell into Eriki's ears, restoring some clarity to her consciousness.

That's her own cell phone ringtone.

Her heart trembled, and she suddenly felt a surge of courage. Against the pressure of the bang, she pressed the answer button hard, turned on the amplification mode, and pointed it towards Herzog, who was slowly approaching.

"Fuck you! Who is your good boy?" The other party smiled brightly and spoke brilliantly. His qualities were astonishing.

Xi Ziyue was stunned. She said the same thing. Although it was not the time to complain, she always felt that something was wrong with the style of painting...

It was a mean voice, so mean that it made her want to leave a few shoe prints on this man's face, the kind of high-heeled shoes.

In her opinion, it seemed that only Lu Mingze had this level of indebtedness. In the current situation, it seemed that he was the only one who had the ability to make a call to this place.

But... the voice just now was not his, but that of another young man.

"Lu Mingfei..." Xi Ziyue's eyes widened involuntarily, and she could only think of this answer.

Herzog's reaction proved this. The moment this vulgar and obscene curse pierced his ears, his whole body twisted like a nailed snake, retreating continuously, his huge body pressing down on him.

He collapsed Deadpool who was lying beside him.

"No! Impossible! This is absolutely impossible!" He howled with a broken voice.

Years later, he heard that voice again.

And the lines are exactly the same!

"Saku... Lu Ming... Fei..." The warm current flowed through Eryi's eyes, washing away the fear and emptiness. It seemed that she was no longer afraid of the inexplicable...

The clapper sounded.

The tip of her nose felt sore, and she quickly reached out to wipe away a tear from the corner of her eye.

The next moment, her eyes suddenly condensed, and her red-gold eyes ignited! The storm of death blew up her long dark red hair, and the skirt of her skirt flew sharply.
Chapter completed!