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Chapter 88 The Lord of Hosts (Part 4)

Regardless of who is alive in Mercury Lake now, for the sake of the family's interests, a large number of thermite incendiary bottles must be thrown in immediately, and it would be best to bury both of them together.

How can an existence capable of killing Yamata no Orochi be considered human? In their understanding, the pinnacle of hybrids should be the Emperor, and even an Emperor could hardly fight Yamata no Orochi in mercury—objectively speaking, it's simply impossible.

The right choice now is to permanently isolate the two monsters in the well in the underworld.

"There's no time left, Director. Do you want to turn Tokyo into hell?" Faced with the greater good of their families, the staff began to disobey orders. The mercury had been poured out, and some of the thermite incendiary bombs on the slings had descended to near the water's surface.

"I said wait a little longer—wait a little longer." Miyamoto Shio repeated, his confidence quite weak. He was somewhat afraid that he couldn't bear the consequences of giving the order, and he was afraid that something would happen that even his death couldn't solve.

He was the director of the Ganryu Research Institute, the commander on whom Genji had placed high hopes, and a vanguard with a sense of "righteousness." He shouldn't have been in such a state of hesitation.

The fate of all of Japan now rests in the hands of Miyamoto Shio, who felt immense pressure. But his researchers couldn't wait any longer and were eager to drop the thermite incendiary bombs into the mercury lake.

This type of incendiary bomb can generate temperatures up to 3000 degrees Celsius. It has a short burning time but strong penetrating power. It can burn underwater, and when fully burned, it is enough to melt steel.

Before many thermite incendiary bombs had been deployed, the researchers began to scream in agony one after another, and Zero, who had arrived, took them down one by one.

Miyamoto Shigeo turned around, wanting to say something, but Zero easily knocked him to the ground.

After falling to the ground, Miyamoto Shigeo breathed a sigh of relief and closed his eyes as if he were dead. Now he didn't have to betray his righteous cause or betray his comrades. He felt that sometimes it was good to have a lower combat strength.

After doing all this, Zero leaned wearily against the chair in the security control room. After wiping out the Kanto branch, she was shot in the left leg, bleeding profusely from her knee down to her foot, staining her white socks red.

Inhaling large amounts of mercury vapor caused her lungs to fail, which is why she was able to finish her previous battles quickly.

She knew that doing so much might not make a big difference, but she couldn't accept being just a burden.

Outside, the mercury vapor grew increasingly dense, and Zero, after being injured, was not confident in crossing the tens of meters of white vapor zone.

In the security control room, snow suddenly appeared on the ground. Zero was stunned for a moment and realized that it was not snow, but a kind of hollow cocoon silk, similar to spider silk.

The snow-white silk cocoons grew like vines, slowly covering the walls of the red well.

A mournful sound, like sobbing, kept coming from the well water. Large, white creatures, resembling fish or dragons, could be seen on the surface of the mercury lake, their bodies covered in white scales.

The Red Well has been wrapped up like a giant cocoon. There were originally tens of thousands of dragon subspecies in the Red Demon River. After the tunnel was opened, the dragon subspecies came to the Red Well along with the Yamata no Orochi.

They originally intended to follow the monarch to enjoy the gluttonous feast, but now they have become part of the feast.

The real cocoons are still soaking in the well water. The cocoon silks extend like tentacles, drawing away and devouring the lives of the dragon subspecies. They emit alluring pheromones to attract more and more dragon-blooded creatures. The dragon subspecies are in pain and going crazy before they lose their lives.

With the addition of the Yamata no Orochi offerings, there was barely enough time, but not enough time.

A heartbeat like a war drum emanates from within the cocoon, growing louder with each beat, like a proclamation of a new era.

Only three or four minutes had passed since He began to cocoon, but He was already showing signs of completing the process. He forcibly accelerated the process, which meant that even with sufficient nutrients, His condition would be extremely incomplete, and the cost would be high.

On this day, half of the sky above Tokyo was a dazzling gold.

The snow on Mount Fuji has melted due to continuous rainfall, but the mountains near the Tama River are still covered in snow.

Those mountains were only a few hundred meters high, not even close to the snow line, but the fierce winds and rain couldn't wipe away the snow. It wasn't snow at all, but a white, outstretched silken thread that covered the surrounding low mountains. Suddenly, the Red Well in the mountains burst into a bright light like the sun, and the highway more than forty kilometers away was also covered by the intense light.

It's 8 p.m., just over an hour after sunset, and the sun is already showing signs of rising again—the residents of Tokyo look up at the sky in disbelief, wondering why the sun is rising so early.

A deep voice was reciting the Bible, like ten million thunderbolts rolling in the night sky.

As the great creation completed its incubation, the pale cocoon lost its vitality, was shattered by the gale and scattered in the sky, then sank due to the torrential rain, and a snowfall of the north fell in the summer sky.

A small amount of thermite incendiary bombs still caused a large fire inside the Red Well, burning inside the well walls and causing the steel support structure to collapse and melt under the heat.

The wind howled, and a massive gale arose as a great being descended upon the world. Accompanied by flames, a vortex of fire surged forth. The vast expanse of white snow descending from the sky lingered in the fire tornado, withering, melting, and falling into slumber, like thousands upon thousands of white doves flying out of their cages.

The howling of the snow wind and the hissing of the flaming serpent accompany each other, dancing, playing in harmony, and sighing, foreshadowing the fading of an era.

The mercury lake exploded with a deafening roar, sending countless silver water droplets flying in all directions. A white figure soared into the sky like a trapped dragon ascending to heaven.

Like a god, like an angel, like a devil.

The figure's wings were spread like the cross of a martyr, and its body was covered with white scales and an exoskeleton. It flew silently in the flames and winds, completely different from ordinary people.

The burning iron pillar melted and collapsed, but the fire and steel were not damaged in the slightest.

Molten iron faintly formed circles in the sea of ​​fire, like altars, and He was in the center of the circles. He flew into the collapsed safety room and rescued Zero and Miyamoto Shio. The heat wave surged like a tide, layer upon layer, with shimmering flames.

Ancient rocks roared and cracked, silk threads emerged from the frozen soil, trees withered, ice and snow melted, and the ancient mountain range began to stir, trembling as Mount Fuji began to erupt.

Wrapped in white and purple lightning, with a tail covered in white scales encircling its body, the god looked down upon Tokyo and the continuous mountain range.

Golden fire flickered in His pupils, reflecting the bustling Ginza, Ikebukuro, and Akihabara, but His thoughts were on a certain small seaside town.

With white wings cutting through the wind, He flew to the sky above the Tokyo Skytree, the tallest building in Tokyo.

Almost simultaneously, the black monarch emerged from the cocoon atop Tokyo Tower.

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