Erii: A Journey Through the Heavens Begins with Frilian

Chapter 120 Herzog, Dies a Tragic Death Filled with Resentment! (Two chapters combined)

Tokyo Bay.

The ships were scattered, covering a wide area, with a large, eye-catching ship in the background bustling with people.

Executive Director Schneider stood on the deck, gazing at the dozen or so helicopters overhead, his eyes sharp as an eagle's.

All vessels are equipped with advanced sonar devices developed by the Equipment Department and have deployed probes into the deep sea, creating an impenetrable net that will directly trap any "fish" attempting to leave Tokyo Bay.

Whoosh—

The once tranquil seabed was suddenly filled with bursting bubbles, and a large, jet-black fish shot out through the gaps in the blockade net.

rustling!

Meanwhile, torpedoes were launched from the belly of the giant fish, creating a greater chance for it to break through.

Don't be fooled by the fact that most of these ships look unremarkable, like fishing boats. In fact, everything from their outer armor to their engine cores is manufactured by the equipment department, so they can easily intercept a few torpedoes.

Buzz—

The giant fish's speed increased dramatically again, making it more like an underwater shuttle known for its speed than a submarine.

puff!

The release and diffusion of substances similar to squid ink not only obscured vision but also affected sonar and shielded heat sources.

Unfortunately, the Executive Department came prepared this time. After all, even Angers personally returned to Japan, which was enough to show how much importance the academy attached to it.

More than a dozen executive officers, dressed in diving suits and carrying jet boosters, were deployed in advance based on EVA's predicted path.

The two people on the far left and far right are the two most popular temporary staff members, who are currently freshmen in college.

One is Chu Zihang, who studied at the Children's Palace, and the other is Caesar, who comes from the Gattuso family.

Hearing the roar of the turbine's rotation, the dozen or so people instantly transformed into arrows in the water, bursting forth with terrifying swimming speed with the help of the booster.

With several loud thuds, the nail gun pierced the seabed rock and seafloor pillars, and the ropes tightened and intertwined into a huge metal fishing net, completely enveloping the front of the submarine.

After being restrained, the small, black submarine, about five meters long, finally appeared before everyone's eyes. At first glance, it looked like a swordfish, with an elegant and sharp streamlined shape, which explained its speed.

"What are you doing? Stop!"

Chu Zihang landed on the submarine's glass window like a tiger descending a mountain, and under Herzog's astonished and panicked gaze, forcefully thrust out the replica Murasame in his hand.

His eyes shone with an intense golden light, and his muscles bulged, making his combat uniform bulge.

Dragon blood is boiling, muscles and bones are roaring!

With a clang, the blade pierced through the hard, thick glass and decisively plunged into Herzog's left shoulder, completely penetrating it and embedding itself into the seat cushion.

In an instant, seawater seeped in through the crack.

Fortunately, this is not the deep sea, otherwise the water pressure alone would have been enough to give Herzog a hard time.

Not to be outdone, Caesar fired several shots in quick succession, shattering the glass into pieces. Then he punched Herzog in the face, which was contorted with rage, and pulled him out by the neck.

Herzog struggled wildly and pulled out a gun, but Chu Zihang swept it with a whip kick, breaking his wrist and leaving his right hand hanging limply at his side.

And so, Dr. Herzog, who had been shrewd and calculating all his life, was dragged onto the main deck of the ship like a dog.

Before he could say anything, Schneider, not one to tolerate it, stomped his foot on the man's face and rubbed it hard, threatening him in a ghostly voice, "Shut up, and wait until the principal comes to tell you what you have to say."

Coincidentally, several helicopters carrying Erii and the others arrived just then. Amid Herzog's frantic, desperate, and resentful curses, Genji quickly stepped close to his face and slapped him so hard that his neck almost spun 360 degrees.

"You're not a half-blood?!" Erii asked in surprise. No wonder Blood Ties had been tracking her all along without being able to lock onto her.

Her mention of it surprised everyone.

So, it turns out that an ordinary human has turned the world of neon hybrids upside down and manipulated countless powerful hybrids at will.

"Heh~ Heh heh heh~" Herzog spat out a few broken teeth and blood, triumphantly surveying the crowd. "How about it? You all think you're so high and mighty, but you've all been played like fools by a mere human. I used to think you were all untouchable messengers of the gods, but I've slowly realized you're nothing but a bunch of self-righteous fools!"

"Oh? And what do you want to do? Control puppets to trample the hybrids underfoot? While you hide underground like a rat, not even daring to come out and bask in the sunlight~" Angers said calmly, puffing on his cigar.

"You know nothing!" Herzog roared like a mouse whose soft spot had been hit. "I am embarking on the path of great evolution! Resurrect the White King? Of course I will resurrect the White King! Only not that beast that existed in history, but me, Jung von Herzog!"

"You want to become the White King?" Erii asked, puzzled.

This is something that even hybrids, let alone real humans, can only dream of.

Besides, the White King was already submerged and devoured by the Black King in the sea, so how could he be resurrected?

Herzog stared intently at Erii, his eyes burning with fervor. "That's right! And you are the one and only vessel for godhood! Otherwise, why would I keep a menace like you around?"

Perhaps knowing he had no chance of survival, he went on a frenzied rant about his plans and ideals, his passion and excitement bordering on a mobilization speech, his face radiating an arrogant pride and arrogance.

Perhaps for him, the fact that he never announced such a brilliant operation to the world before his death, and that he could not let the world and future generations know and discuss him, was an extremely regrettable thing.

"So you want to steal the pure bloodline of the White King through the legendary White King's remains, use Erii as a vessel to purify the blood poison, and inject the clean and pure dragon blood into your own body?!" Genji asked incredulously. As the second-in-command of the Demon Clan, he naturally knew more secret information, but he had never connected them before, let alone thought of this aspect.

If I were to ask anyone present, who could guess Herzog's true objective?

He stole dragon blood with the body of a mortal, attempting to transform into a dragon, and he was even the white king, second only to one dragon and above all others!

Even Angers was so shocked that he extinguished his cigar, exchanged a glance with Schneider, and sighed inwardly that he was glad he had given it enough attention, otherwise, if they had waited another two or three years, Herzog might have really made his dream come true.

"Madman, madman~" Genji stumbled a couple of steps before regaining her balance with Yabuki Sakura's help.

He took a few deep breaths to calm his turbulent mind.

The other family heads were in no better shape; their faces were so gloomy they could drip water, and they looked at Herzog with eyes that seemed to wish they could tear him to pieces immediately.

"So it seems that I am very important. Without me, even if you complete all the previous steps, you will be stuck." Erii's little mind gradually figured out the key points.

Her eyes gradually darkened, revealing an extreme coldness.

Herzog couldn't help but shiver, as if he were being stared at by a real dragon.

"Gurgle~"

He swallowed hard, a sudden chill running through his body, because everyone standing there was staring at him silently with eyes similar to Erii's.

Especially Angers!

Previously, Angers had only been observing from the sidelines, but after learning of Herzog's ambitions, his attitude changed drastically.

After a moment's thought, Herzog suddenly realized.

Although everyone present is a hybrid with dragon blood, their identity and mission are that of dragon slayers!

He tried to become a dragon, making him the most hated target of these dragon slayers.

Suddenly, Herzog felt a pang of regret.

I regret expressing my true plans and ideals in the name of momentary pleasure.

If we talk about other things and stall them in a roundabout way, perhaps we can still have a glimmer of hope?

It is clear that Herzog was never a great or brave man. On the contrary, he was like a despicable, dark, treacherous, vile, and disgusting sewer rat, willing to do anything to achieve his goals and sacrifice everything, even his own freedom and dignity.

"I've told you everything," Herzog glared at Erii. "It's your turn. Tell me, who told you all this!"

Erii paused, "Nobody told me any of this. All I know is that you were hostile towards me and that you performed a pontomy on me. That's all."

This time it was Herzog's turn to be stunned. "How is this possible? You're going to kill me with just these?"

"Is that not allowed?" Erii asked seriously.

Herzog was stunned, realizing that the other person's logic was completely different from his own, belonging to the simple and violent type.

Fingel understood and immediately chuckled, "You used your ultimate move with just one basic attack? Looks like the older generation back home isn't so meticulous after all, instead they're all suspicious. Maybe they got too into their Japanese persona—cough cough, well, Director Yuan, I didn't mean to say you Japanese are suspicious, not at all!"

Soon, Herzog broke down and started cursing, unleashing a torrent of German at Erii.

After a brief discussion, Herzog was escorted back to Tokyo, and Uesugi Koshi volunteered to personally guard and supervise him.

After all, the subsequent investigations would require what was in Herzog's mind. Once his value had been fully extracted, he would be left to the Snake Clan to deal with.

Its daybreak.

But the busy period has only just begun.

Tokyo was like hell that night. News of the terrorist attack shocked countries around the world and attracted the attention of mixed-race families from all over the world, who sent spies to gather intelligence.

However, there's a reason why Japan is considered a forbidden zone for those not of the White King's bloodline. Most mixed-blood spies are locked onto by Princess Kaguya as soon as they get off the plane, and they don't even need to leave the airport; they can just take the nearest flight back.

Erii did not return to Genji Heavy Industries.

Knowing that he was a crucial link in the path to godhood, he returned to the underwater underground laboratory with the main force.

There are also a large number of experimental samples, experimental data, ancient documents, and even Herzog's rambling diary!

"Come and see!" Yaksha shouted.

Erii and her group entered a spacious, fully enclosed room. Inside stood cylindrical culture tanks connected by thick tubes, each containing a dormant human body immersed in nutrient solution.

Most of them were very young, and countless needles were injected into their bodies with unknown culture drugs, causing changes in their genes.

What chilled Genjiro to the bone was that among them were Genjiro's younger self, as well as Tachibana Masamune, whose faces were indistinguishable from copied images.

"The Shadow Warrior Factory," Erii muttered.

For the next few days, they spent there collecting information, including shadow warrior techniques and pontine transection surgery.

Black Swan Harbor, Giant Dragon Corpse Record.

As the investigation and organization progressed, a torrent of shocking terms emerged, including Takamagahara, the Burial Ground of the Gods, shipwrecks, the Corpse Guardian of the Giant Dragon, the Yamata no Orochi, and the Remains of the White King. Many previously unknown events surfaced in a truly awe-inspiring manner. On-site personnel directly contacted Genjiro and Angers and signed a confidentiality agreement.

As a collaborating party, the college naturally has the right to know all the details.

Angers, who had already returned to the academy, couldn't help but feel a sense of lingering fear. Herzog's plan was too perfect; in theory, Erii should not have been a variable at all.

But fate is cruel. Erii suddenly becomes a blade that tears apart ambition, bringing her decades of planning to naught.

"Principal, are you sure you don't need my help?" Fingel asked loyally from the sofa in the office.

"You're our head of the news department. Who's going to handle the daily press briefings now that you're gone?" Angers raised an eyebrow and said, "Let Ye Sheng and the other guy hone their skills."

"I heard the Snake Clan is preparing to investigate Takamagahara, the Holy Remains, and so on?" Fingel asked with a grin.

"What are you up to now?" Angers asked, glancing at him sideways.

Fingel was still smiling, but his expression became more serious. "In the face of endless treasures, anyone can become a new dragon."

Angers remained silent, calmly sipping his tea, then lit a cigar. "You're worried about this, kid? I don't believe you weren't watching closely."

Fingel rubbed his hands together. "Hehe, I didn't do anything special. I just took advantage of Kaguya's weakness and implanted a strand of our EVA's hair into her. As long as they make any move, we'll know immediately. Trying to secretly continue the Herzog Project is basically a pipe dream."

When Erii saw Herzog again, he was no longer human; there wasn't a single inch of his skin intact from head to toe.

These days, the Yaksha and Crow, who were in charge of the interrogation, used all their skills to teach him everything they had learned, without mixing in any personal emotions, because personal emotions were all there and didn't need to be mixed in.

However, considering that the other party was not of mixed race, they still showed mercy in their methods, otherwise it would be difficult to explain if they really killed him.

-

Herzog was initially extremely stubborn, but when the whip, soaked in chili water, struck his bright red wounds again and again, he relented and truthfully recounted some minor details.

This brought them a brief respite; according to procedure, they only needed to wait for Genjiro's death sentence.

Until yesterday, Genji took over voluntarily.

For eight or nine hours straight, Yuan Zhinü was so happy that she was wide awake, watching Herzog's agonizing screams with satisfaction and contentment, and singing elegant tunes in front of him.

During this period, in order to prevent Herzog from dying or falling into a coma, ample adrenaline and even diluted secret wine were prepared to ensure that Herzog could live for two more days.

"It's all your fault! It's all your fault!"

"If it weren't for you, I couldn't have lost!"

"Eri! I'm going to kill you!"

"I'm going to strip you naked, I'm going to lick every inch of you—pfft!"

With a slap, Herzog's teeth shattered inside his mouth, tearing his cheek apart from the inside out.

"If you dare insult my sister again, I won't mind letting you live another year, but only here," said Genjiro coldly, making it difficult to distinguish whether it was Genjiro or Kazama Ruri.

"Let's do it," Genjiro said, walking in as well. "I really don't want to see him with that face."

Seeing the expressions on the three siblings' faces, Herzog shuddered violently and pleaded indistinctly, "Wakasa, Wakajo, Erii, I am your father, I am the patriarch Tachibana Masamune, you won't kill me, right? Even if I deceived you before, I still raised you, didn't I?"

"No, no! My great mission is not yet complete! I am the White King! I am the White King! How dare you inferior species—"

puff!

Tsukuyomi is unsheathed.

Erii calmly severed his legs.

Before Herzog could even let out a mournful cry, two more slashes slashed through the air, and his arms flew off.

"Ahhh~ Waaaaaah~"

Herzog was speechless; the excruciating pain shooting straight to the top of his head was driving him to the brink of madness.

"Goodbye, you beast," Erii murmured, the blade flashing before returning to its sheath.

puff-

The blood-red fountain stained the ceiling.

The head, its eyes wide open in death, rolled haphazardly to the corner of the wall.

The three siblings stood silently.

There was no joy, no surprise, but rather a jumbled mix of relief, reassurance, and freedom, leaving me with a strange sense of emptiness.

"Brother, brother," Erii said cautiously and softly, "Dad—Dad's looking for you~"