They traveled through time at the same time, but the villainous scientist

Chapter 149 Attack
The night was as dark as ink, bathing the entire city of Tokyo in a deep and silent atmosphere.

The brief peace brought about by the reconciliation between the Snake Clan and the Demon Clan over the past few days was now brutally shattered by an extremely tyrannical force.

Several heavy trucks sped by, ignoring all traffic rules, and used the most primitive violence to smash into the Genji Heavy Industries skyscraper, which symbolized the power of Japan's underworld.

boom--! ! !
A deafening roar was accompanied by violent shaking, and the sturdy tempered glass curtain wall shattered into pieces like a fragile biscuit.

Then, the truck's container suddenly opened under the action of hydraulic levers, and a viscous, foul-smelling liquid flowed out.

Countless twisted and ferocious figures surged out like a tidal wave.

That's Deadpool, but he's nothing like the usual stuff.

Their bodies are covered with scales as hard as those of dragons, their bones twist and grow to form sharp bone blades, and their golden pupils hold only a pure desire for destruction.

These are all high-grade products carefully crafted with dragon blood, each possessing the power to tear through armor.

The members of the Snake Clan stationed there were almost instantly engulfed by this violent wave.

Bullets hitting them only produce a few sparks, while each swing of their claws easily tears through the flesh and blood defenses that humans are so proud of.

Screams, roars, gunshots, and the mournful cries of steel mingled together, and the lobby of Genji Heavy Industries quickly transformed into a living hell.

While chaos and bloodshed raged on the surface, a highly skilled squad, like ghosts, silently infiltrated the depths of Genji Heavy Industries.

They bypassed the main battlefield, used specialized equipment to bypass layers of security, and finally stopped in front of a heavy alloy door.

Leading the group was Herzog, who was wearing a white research coat.

His face was no longer disguised; only extreme madness and resentment remained.

Surrounded by several equally powerful dragon-shaped dead servants, he watched as the door representing Tachibana Munemasa's top secrets was forcibly broken open and stepped inside.

This is Tachibana Munemasa's secret experimental base, a forbidden place known even to a handful of people within the Snake-Headed Eight Families.

Under the dim blue light, the distorted figure inside the "fish tank" was reflected; this was the Deadpool that Tachibana Munemasa used for research.

Herzog's gaze swept over the equipment he was once so familiar with, the resentment in his eyes almost tangible.

He wants to destroy this place and burn everything to the ground.

He wants to take advantage of the chaos he created to steal the girl, the ultimate creation born as the vessel of the White King.

As long as Erii Uesugi is still in his hands, he has the potential to make a comeback and turn the tide!
"Begin planting the bomb."

Herzog gave the order that his next step was to release the dead servants here to block the reinforcements from the Snake Clan, and then take Erii away in the chaos.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time, Dr. Herzog..."

However, just as he finished speaking, a calm, almost indifferent voice suddenly came from the depths of the laboratory's shadows.

With this sound, the whole world seemed to have lost all its color.

The lights, the glow of the instruments, the red light in Deadpool's eyes... everything faded, stripped away, and turned into monotonous black and white.

The air became viscous, and the sense of space began to distort...

"This is... Nibelungen?!"

Herzog's pupils contracted sharply, and he turned sharply toward the direction from which the sound came.

From the shadows, a figure slowly emerged. Also dressed in an immaculate white lab coat, that face Herzog had seen countless times in intelligence reports—the very face that was the root of all his current misfortune—Miyamoto Shigeru.

"That's right..."

Shigeru Miyamoto adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses and spoke calmly.

Just as I expected, you, having lost everything, will not run away like a stray dog.

Just as you were able to crawl out of the Siberian ice fields and eventually stand at the pinnacle of the Snake Clan and the Demon Clan, you will never give up easily.” He approached Herzog step by step, each step feeling like stepping on the other’s heart.

"And your only chance to turn the tables is Erii, who was born as a vessel for God."

To take her away in the shortest amount of time, we must create even greater chaos.

And this is the best choice…

Shigeru Miyamoto's tone was calm, yet it was like a scalpel, dissecting Herzog's deepest plans and motives layer by layer, exposing them to the air.

He was certain that Herzog was not a shadow warrior, because at a moment like this, when everything was at stake, this madman would only believe in himself.

"You...how did you do it?"

Herzog took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down from the shock.

He never expected that the other party knew him so well.

No wonder, no wonder Genji betrayed her so readily.

But what intrigued him more was this alternate dimension before him.

"The ability to independently construct Nibelungen using alchemy is a power that only pure-blooded dragons of at least the second generation can possess..."

Herzog asked in a deep voice, a hint of fanaticism in his eyes.

Alchemy requires not only knowledge, but also lineage.

Insufficient bloodline is like a blind person trying to learn to paint; unable to recognize colors, they cannot paint anything.

Even with sufficient bloodline, one needs an unparalleled understanding of alchemy to create an alternate dimension like Nibelungen.

He knew that the "Emperor" passed down through generations of the Snake Clan was a vessel prepared by the White King for himself, and his bloodline was sufficient.

Just like in ancient times, the three first emperors, Amaterasu, Tsukuyomi, and Susanoo, joined forces to build a divine kingdom called "Takamagahara".

However, that technology should have been lost with their demise...

"Ha~"

Upon hearing this, Shigeru Miyamoto's lips curled into a meaningful smile, and he replied softly.

"I have a really great teacher..."

Upon hearing the word "teacher," Herzog was first taken aback, then as if struck by lightning, a figure he had been searching for for many years but had always kept vague suddenly became clear at that moment!
The ability to master the long-lost Nibelungen construction techniques could not have appeared out of thin air; it must have come from some kind of "inheritance"...

He thought of the lingering ghost of Bondarev, and of the Lenin, a ship that should never have been in the Sea of ​​Japan!
There must be an older and more powerful backer behind Bondarev, an organization that also covets the authority of the gods and wants to awaken the Dragon King.

He had been wondering why he was able to kill Bondarev so easily and obtain his spoils.

It now appears that the organization was watching all of this from behind the scenes, which is why they knew everything about him.

"Hahaha, so that's how it is! So you were the ones pulling the strings behind the scenes!"

Having figured all this out, Herzog felt no fear; instead, he burst into maniacal laughter, filled with the exhilaration of meeting a worthy opponent.

But so what?
Herzog's laughter stopped abruptly, and his expression once again became ferocious and distorted.

In this dog-eat-dog world of dragons, intrigue and trickery are ultimately underhanded methods; power and strength are the foundation of everything!

The victor will ultimately gain everything!
"Tear him to pieces!"

With Herzog's command, the most elite dragon-shaped death minions beside him let out a piercing roar.

The ferocious figure instantly transformed into several black lightning bolts, lunging towards Miyamoto Shigeru...

(End of this chapter)