Below the Chugakuchuan, there is a place called Huangquan Bilangzan within the Niaberlangen.
A giant copper pillar stretching endlessly rises into the sky, inscribed with countless intricate and mysterious characters, recording the war history and the fate of rebel forces from thousands of years ago.
This is the copper column used by the Black Emperor to execute the White Emperor. He had imprisoned the White Emperor on top of it, allowing it to endure six centuries of suffering before it was reduced to ashes and then devoured by the Black Emperor, regaining the power he had given to the White Emperor.
Unfortunately, he overlooked one thing, allowing a human named "Ihisnanogi" to steal a bone from the White Emperor, thus allowing her bloodline and life to continue. From then on, the mythology of Neon was born.
Now, on this towering copper column, the "God" who had once been resurrected has been nailed to it again.
Unlike the Bronze and Fire King who appeared half a year ago, Norton has shown his terrifying and enormous dragon body, as both a god and a demon, terrifying yet majestic.
In comparison, the "God" in front seems to be underdeveloped, with bony and scrawny all over its body. Its eight cervical vertebrae grow from different parts of the trunk, twisted and grotesque, like a monster with failed genetic modification.
The only thing of interest on its body is its tail.
There is a bone that protrudes beyond the scales, displaying a breathtakingly moon-white color, giving people an incredible sense of sharpness.
This is the Ama no Tujaku Ken, a legendary artifact obtained from the tail bone of the Yotsutsuki. Only this kind of thing can surpass the ancient alchemical weapon Tenryu Feisui.
Even with such a powerful weapon, the "God" still lost. He was defeated by his own bloodline descendants, who nailed him down with eight black long spears, piercing each of his eight heads one after another, leaving him immobilized on the copper column.
Only the eight pairs of dragon eyes still shine with the faint glow of a dying candle, proving that this great creature is still alive.
At this very moment, not far from the copper column, amidst a debris field, Kageyama Ruri sits on the broken ground. His chest is pierced through by a spider, and his white kimono is stained bright red with constant seeping blood.
As for the Source Shoushun he is carrying, he is also on the brink of death, with his heart nearly at a standstill.
Lifting his head, the blood tears slide down the pale face and fall, his strength and temperature are rapidly dissipating from his body.
Both he and Source Shoushun have failed, and they have perished together in the tragic spectacle of brothers killing each other.
At that moment, footsteps echoed from the ears, and a man wearing a lord's mask carrying a sound system walked slowly over, accompanied by Haruhi Kurenai, who held a long knife without expression.
Following that, a melodious music played from the sound system, resonating in the red well, it was Tchaikovsky's ballet piece "Swan Lake".
As the volume continued to rise, the melody of the ballet piece grew more grandiose, as if mourning this brotherly massacre.
With a gaze through the mask, watching the twins sitting on the ground on the verge of death, the man gave a soft laugh and then put the intelligent speaker on the ground, dancing gracefully in front of Kageyama Ruri's cold and despising gaze.
His movements were incredibly skilled, each beat precisely landed, and his spins were so light and lively that even the most stringent ballet masters would be captivated by this man's dance.
The only flaw is that the music was supposed to be sad and hopeless, but he danced with such self-satisfaction, it almost felt like he couldn't help but feel joyful.
"General Wang... No, who are you really..."
Kageyama Ruri tightened his hands around Source Shoushun's chest, speaking weakly as if he would faint at any moment.
Hearing his words, the man's dance steps suddenly stopped, and then he gracefully turned around, stepping forward as he took off the mask to reveal a smug smile.
Kageyama Ruri had never seen this face before, but he knew that the man was General Wang. Yet, he was more than just General Wang; he had planned this scene, was the true mastermind behind the scenes.
"Although it sounds strange, we are indeed meeting for the first time in a true sense. So please allow me to introduce myself."
"My name is Jung von Herzog, I am Juzou Gyokuro, the head of the snake family, the King of the Gaki crowd, and... the god of this world's future!"
The silver-haired man, who was Jung von Herzog, spoke like many villains who entered the climax, beginning to recount his various schemes and plans he had made throughout his life.
For example, the so-called ghost of Source Shoushun was not really a ghost. His bloodline had no problems. The reason why he killed people in the past was because his brain had been affected by the surgery on the bridge, and then he was manipulated into forming a second personality by Jung von Herzog using hypnosis. This personality would appear under the control of a drumstick sound.
In addition, Jung von Herzog had used similar methods to simultaneously control two shadow warriors, one assuming the identity of Juzou Gyokuro and the other of General Wang, directing a series of conflicts between the Juzou family and the Gaki crowd...
"Ha ha... Ha ha ha ha————！！！！"
At the end, Jung von Herzog started laughing out loud.
As someone about to ascend to the godly throne, he should have laughed with more dignity.
But there was no way, he was too happy, he couldn't control his mouth and white teeth, which were rising up madly, like an open pomegranate.
Win! He had won!
He, who had hidden until the end, not only killed the interfering troublemaker but also completed all the preparations he had made as planned.
Now, victory was within sight, and he was just one step away from fulfilling his desire and becoming a god that could rival the supreme "God"!
Before that, there was one thing he had to do.
Jung von Herzog walked over to Source Shoushun and Source Shoushun beside, kicking both brothers to the ground, drawing Spider and smashing Source Shoushun's heart. He then used it to nail down Source Shoushun's heart
Even a monster like the King, under such a fatal injury, had no chance to be saved.
Oh... There might be someone who could, but he also died not long ago!
Jung von Herzog's twisted mouth arched into a maniacal arc, reaching into his breast to take out a wooden bell and start ringing it, controlling Hiyori to release the【Cantrip of Judgment】at maximum power, tearing apart the body of the Yotsutsuki, leaving only the Ken no Tsurugi sword and an ugly embryo struggling to fly out.
It looks like an incomplete embryo, with a huge single eye on the top of its inflated head. The east and west that look like tails are actually spine bones covered by muscle.
Its ribcage protrudes beyond the flesh layer, it must have used these sharp rib bones to insert into the host's spine when it parasitized them, controlling that body.
Jung von Herzog excitedly rushed forward, kneeling on the ground as if in pilgrimage, trembling with both hands and picking up this ugly embryo, as if looking at the most beautiful thing in the world.
This is the key, a key to becoming a god, and with just one more suitable container, he would be able to ascend to the divine throne.
Of course, transplanting this skeleton directly into his own body would be foolish.
After all, that one could match the supreme White Emperor, human beings in its eyes were as worthless as dust, putting a parasite in his own body would only result in that one using the body for its own purposes. The previous Susano-o was the best example of this.
Therefore, Jung von Herzog needed a container to take the blame, to bear the intrusion of the White King's will. It would only be his chance to ascend to the divine throne after the filtration.
That perfect container, he had prepared it long ago twenty years ago.
"Bang bang bang——"
The sound of the bell rang again, and Hiyori walked forward in a daze, taking the embryo from Jung von Herzog's fervent and expectant gaze.
And everything followed the description in the original work, when Hiyori took over the embryo, that ugly embryo seemed to smell blood like a shark and parasitized it.
White threads wrapped around the girl, like a giant cocoon.
Jung von Herzog was still not satisfied; he pulled the bodies of Source Shoushun and Source Shoushun closer, allowing the white threads to engulf them as well, using the royal blood to make the about-to-be-revived "God" even stronger.
At the same time, he also inserted the pre-prepared blood vessels into Hiyori's aorta and his own neck, and their blood began to exchange through the blood exchanger.
In this way, through the blood as a medium, after the filtration of Hiyori, without willpower of the White King's blood entered Jung von Herzog's body.
His pupils became brighter and brighter, as if there was lava flowing in his eyes. Also, white threads began to grow on his body, and his skin became smooth and nourished, with a faint red color like a baby's.
After a long time, inside the white cocoon that Jung von Herzog had woven, a pure white claw broke through from inside and tore it open.
"Power! This is the power of the gods!"
In the blazing golden eyes, there was a reflection of a pair of white dragon claws. Jung von Herzog roared skyward, venting his joy and madness at fulfilling his wishes.
Next, he flew high into the sky, all the way to the bottom of the Nibelung's cloud.
The white-purplish lightning flashed occasionally, illuminating its white scales, the wings behind it slowly flapping up a gale, hovering between heaven and earth like a huge cross, the reflections on the scales lighting up the darkness.
Soon, with the flow of power in his blood, his perspective changed, as if he could see the flow of elements.
Red fire, blue water, black earth, and white wind……the four basic elements of existence other than spirit, were violently flowing in the sky and on the ground. The turbulent elemental storm caused storms and tsunamis, changing the entire environment.
This was the power of the dragon race; they could see the essence of the world directly, and could also control the world by controlling the elements.
Now, he can do everything and even stronger!
"I am now, the supreme being of the world…"
Hummm——————！！！
In the ear-piercing humming, a terrifying force suddenly appeared above his head, like a thunder god's hammer crashing down, knocking him, this deity, down from the sky.
At the same time, a satirical laugh rang out in his ear.
"Moron!"
