A man among dragons, building a mysterious ancient church.

Chapter 358 The Lord said, leave.
While bloody battles rage outside Tokyo Bay, peace reigns within Tokyo itself.

Children still carry their schoolbags and step into the school, office workers have already finished their coffee and are busy with their work, and retired elderly people cannot rest either, still working part-time to make a living.

Because of the extremely short timeframe, even if the Snake-Headed Eight Families informed Tokyo of the disaster, the important figures could not possibly act rashly and immediately evacuate all the citizens.

The impact of that would be too great. If the entire Tokyo metropolitan area came to a complete standstill, then all industries in the island nation would be affected accordingly. Bigwigs would not easily make such a decision.

However, just in case, they maintained constant contact with the Snake Clan, and if the battle outside Tokyo Bay became too disadvantageous, they would immediately send their prepared defense forces to their aid.

The citizens were completely unaware of the crisis at hand. They continued to live their lives as usual, except in the Tokyo diocese, where several temples, including the old Great Temple, had to be temporarily closed for a few days.

They claimed to be carrying out a major cleaning and tidying up, and believers were eager to bring their own brooms and mops to help, but in the end, no believer dared to force their way into the temple with its doors tightly closed.

Such behavior is not piety at all, but blasphemy against the gods.

It was quite unusual to find the once bustling temple deserted.

The masked king coldly stared at the bronze temple, a cruel sneer hidden beneath the mask.

Everything went exactly as he had planned, using the blood of the ancient dragon to drip from Tokyo all the way to the outskirts of Tokyo Bay, and finally throwing the remaining blood into the sea.

The corpse guardians in Takamagahara will inevitably be attracted by the blood of the ancient dragon, spontaneously revive, and surge out en masse, heading towards Tokyo.

All factions will surely discover the Corpse Guardians' attack. In the King's plan, a group of more responsible hybrids will block the Corpse Guardians in the suburbs of Tokyo, while another group of hybrids will escape at lightning speed.

The perfect plan went awry. No one knows how the Snake Clan managed to stop the ancestral corpse guardian in Tokyo Bay, instead of in the suburbs.

But that doesn't matter. In Wang Jiang's view, the location of the corpse guard is not important; as long as it can lure the tiger away from the mountain, that's enough.

Since it's the Tokyo Diocese, shouldn't it protect its headquarters and all believers in Tokyo? Shouldn't it support all factions and work together to resist the Corpse Guardians?

As a result, all the hybrids from various factions and the Tokyo diocese had to leave the city and go to fight the Corpse Guardians.

The empty old temple could not stop his treasures. As long as they could break through the old temple, the king could 'rescue' Erii, who was hidden inside by the old church!
Erii Uesugi, as the filter most valued by the king and the one who will become a god, he must get his hands on her no matter what!

Even if it unleashes a frenzy of corpses, even if a single misstep turns all of Tokyo into a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood, the King will not hesitate.

He was the kind of ambitious person who would sacrifice everything to achieve his goals.

At nine o'clock in the morning, Wang Jiang was still patiently waiting on the street outside the old temple. He knew that the closer he got to success, the less he should be impatient.

Two minutes later, a text message finally arrived on the phone. It was from a clone located in Tokyo Bay.

The clone has been confirmed. Aso Makoto, with a large number of church members, arrived at Platform 6 more than half an hour ago.

In order to obtain Erii, the king was extremely cautious this time. Even for a simple observation point to confirm Aso Makoto's location, he only sent his own clone, not any of his subordinates.

"Ha, ha ha ha!" King Wang laughed heartily, a hint of a smug hum escaping his long laugh, a triumphant expression of having his prey firmly under control: "Action!"

At a command, Herzog's clone, completely hypnotized and having not received much memory, foolishly drove up in a large refrigerated truck from a distance.

One, two... eight, and more to come. With so many refrigerated trucks, what are they transporting? There's no need to ask; they must be Herzog's Deadpool.

To obtain Erii, Herzog went to great lengths this time, extracting all the blood of the ancient dragons, using most of it to attract the Corpse Guardians, and a small portion to feed the Dead Servants.

He consumed all the precious ancient dragon blood in order to obtain Erii.

Following the king's command, the refrigerated truck's rear compartment stopped operating, the temperature rose normally, and the long-dormant snake-like Deadpools inside became active again.

Before the clone could even drive the refrigerated truck to the old temple, just as it entered the square in front of the old temple, a large chunk of the truck's trunk bulged out!

As Deadpool exerted his strength, the carriage was forcibly torn apart, and a snake-like Deadpool emerged. Upon landing, it seemed to have smelled some kind of treasure and rushed straight towards the ancient temple.

The king, who had been watching this scene from the sidelines, was full of smugness behind his mask. The old temple was now wide open, welcoming many believers.
Heh, if you're so careless, don't blame him. He hypnotized a few ordinary believers and had them smear a few drops of the ancient dragon's blood, which Deadpool loves, all over the old temple.

Ancient dragon blood holds immense appeal for all dragon-derived species, including Deadpool and Corpse Guardian.

Just as Deadpool was about to burst into the ancient temple, a reprimand came from the side: "The Lord says, leave!"

A furious shout rebuked the serpentine dead servant—no, to be more precise, it rebuked the entire skeleton of the serpentine dead servant. The serpentine dead servant was similar to the serpentine corpse guard, but much smaller, only about two people tall, with sharp fangs protruding from its enormous mouth.

But this thing, just hearing the word "leave," caused its entire body to involuntarily retreat.

Yes, only the bones retreated, and from the inside, it brutally tore apart its own muscles, skin, and scales!
A ghastly white skeleton, consisting of an upper half of human bones and a lower half of snake bones, bizarrely burst forth from its own body, stained red with blood.

With his bones and blood separated, the snake-like Deadpool naturally could not survive. Without the support of his skeleton, even though his broken body was constantly healing under the influence of the dragon's blood, he could only collapse to the ground like a lump of mud.

The skeleton of Deadpool, which caused such a tragedy, also went silent, no longer as ferocious as when it "left" its body, lying like a specimen, completely dead.

Wang's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. What was that?
Why did Deadpool's skeleton suddenly rebel? Why did it suddenly tear its body apart and run out on its own? An unknown fear gripped his heart, causing him to tremble uncontrollably.

People, with expressions of madness on their faces, walked from all directions to the square in front of the old temple.

The leader, Wang Jiang, immediately recognized this bastard who was trying to steal his peaches—Ince!
Xu Lie was flanked by Yuan Zhinu on his left and Feng Moxiu, a familiar subordinate of the Fierce Ghost Clan, on his right.

The shout of "Leave!" just now came from Feng Moxiu.

Further back were Miyamoto Toru and the rest of the Oni Clan, each with an excited and fanatical smile, slowly gathering in front of Deadpool's skeleton, as if admiring their most prized masterpiece.

"This is what the Lord wants to see: to leave, this is the true meaning of leaving!"

"Lord, please forgive my delay. I will create more separations of flesh and blood for you, and finally offer my own separation of flesh and blood!"

"Senior Fengmo has already grasped the mystery of my Lord's 'departure,' when will I be able to decipher the true meaning of my Lord's 'holiday'?"

Listening to the frenzied ramblings of the members of the Fierce Ghost Clan, Feng Mo Xiu, who was at the front of the group, felt extremely proud. This was his devotion to the Lord!
Genji's brows furrowed as she watched the bloody bones tearing through the body, feeling nauseous and disgusted. Ince was making the already insane members of the Oni Clan even more insane!
But there was nothing that Genji could say. During the battle at the host club in Takamagahara last time, just seeing that giant dragon of the mind caused enormous damage to his two personalities.

It was only thanks to Ince's help in calming her down that Genjiro barely recovered and was able to join Ince in the battle against the King today. Otherwise, Genjiro would probably have needed to rest for a while longer.

Miyamoto Toru, who was mixed in with the followers of the Fierce Ghost Clan, kept twitching his cheeks. No, hadn't the main body already given Hai Lie, the clone who had entered the Chaos Sea, a break?
Why does Hai Lie keep talking about things like "getting out of prison" and "taking a vacation"?
Look what they've done to the followers of the Fierce Ghost Clan; even the extraordinary abilities they've gained are so outrageous.

The Hanged Man pathway sequence 8, The Listener, allows the Listener to directly hear the whispers of the hidden being, and thus directly obtain various twisted, powerful, and unique extraordinary abilities from the words of the hidden being.

Of course, such a powerful and extraordinary ability comes at the cost of the listener's mental instability. If the listener does not advance within five years, they may even drive themselves insane.

It can be said that, if we limit ourselves to the level of Sequence 8, among the 22 pathways, the Listener has the highest potential.

The ability that Feng Moxiu just used to drive away the snake-shaped dead servant bone was an extraordinary ability he gained after misinterpreting Hai Lie's words "release from prison" as "leave."

The effect of "leaving" is simple and clear: it separates the target's bones and blood, temporarily revitalizes its bones, and allows it to break free from its own flesh and blood.

Miyamoto Toru couldn't even imagine what kind of outrageous abilities these crazy demons could twist into the concept of "vacation".

Unlike his clone, Xu Lie's main body didn't think about so many things. He disguised himself as Ince, maintaining a smile as he scanned the surroundings, as if searching for a hidden king.

The moment the king saw Ince, he was filled with hatred!

That wretched Ince, what is he doing at the old temple? What is Ince doing here?
With his mind racing, Wang quickly came up with the answer.

Yes, that day at the host club in Takamagahara, not only was Genjiro there, but Ince was there too!

He must have heard Caesar Gattuso's words and knew that Erii was in the old temple. Ince, who had read the clone's memories, was also familiar with the secrets of becoming a god. He had come to compete with him for Erii!

At this moment, the king would particularly loathe Caesar's big mouth. How could anyone be so loose-lipped?
The hypocritical king never considered that if it weren't for Caesar, he wouldn't have known Erii was there, and would still be heartbroken at the research institute.

"Trying to take away my Godhood Filter? No, impossible!" Wang Jiang roared in a low voice, like a wounded beast: "I will never, I will never give it up! Die!"

If it weren't for Ince, why would he have ended up like this? He might have even become a god if his plan had succeeded!
It was that bastard Ince who ruined his plans, stole the demons he had nurtured for years, and blocked his path to godhood.

Since the Ghosts have chosen to follow Ince and betray him, there's no need to keep them around.

"Bang, bang!"

Amidst violent tearing and smashing, from the other seven refrigerated trucks, snake-like Deadpools, revived from the freezing temperatures, burst out of their containers.

In the distance, more refrigerated trucks drove toward the square one after another!
(End of this chapter)