Chu Zihang listened to the other party's words and recalled the situation that day, and it took him a long time to speak.

"The Nibelonan on that viaduct actually leads to Odin's real Valhalla?" he guessed.

"To be precise, it is the root of the World Tree." Chu Tianjiao once again threw out the keywords that made Chu Zihang stunned.

"You have been to the Nibelung root in the Arctic Ocean. It is indeed one of the ends of the world, but it is only the end of the physical sense, and the Nibelung root on the viaduct is the end of another world...

...... Through it, you can reach any world line... By the way, the Xiziyue you know is also the world line that you reach through this passage."

Chu Zihang subconsciously turned his head and looked into the distance, where the viaduct was located.

"It's hard to understand, right?"

Chu Zihang shook his head: "I don't plan to understand. I just want to know what to do now and how to prevent the real Odin from coming to this world."

"Very good, this is my son, simple and decisive, like a sports car galloping in a straight line, stepping on the horsepower to the greatest extent." Chu Tianjiao stretched out his hand and wanted to touch Chu Zihang's head, but he was separated by a distance.

With a floor of windows, he could only stretch his palms to the glass.

Chu Zihang gently leaned his head up and leaned against the other party's palm.

"Come with me, let's go and weld the passage to death." Chu Tianjiao said.

......

In Japan, the gate of Yenokihara has been opened.

The moment it was opened, a strong magnetic field and elemental tsunami surged out, disrupting the entire Tokyo city's power system, and the city fell into darkness in an instant.

"This is the cage of ancient times, where the White King's blood descendants used to imprison sinners." Herzog looked out from a high place.

It doesn't look much different from the city of Tokyo, but it is completely empty. The decaying buildings are covered with moss and unknown plants. At least half of the city is soaked in the sea, as if humans have been extinct for thousands.

In 2019, civilization and desolation coexist.

Listen carefully, you can hear the howl of Deadpool echoing through the city, and their numbers are thousands.

"It seems that the time here is synchronized with the outside world, what can I do?" Pompeii asked while taking out his cell phone to take a photo. "I thought it still maintained the original antique flavor inside."

"The Nibelon root of Night Eater is very special. It is bound to the world tree and will change internally over time. If we open it a few hundred years later, we may find out if we do it.

It has become a wasteland after the nuclear war." Bondalev said beside Pompeii.

"Binding the Nibelon root to the world tree?" Pompeii asked this statement.

"It is more accurate to use the word parasitic, and it parasitizes the main part. The White King is second only to the Black King. Among the dragon clan, it is one of the few who has the ability to do this... Also

It is precisely for this reason that this place becomes one of the landing sites for the Heroes Legion,” said Bondalev.

Herzog listened silently to the conversation between the two.

Listening to their conversation, besides Leviathan, there seemed to be other uninvited guests to visit here, but this was not a problem. As long as he completed the dialogue King, he firmly believed that all opponents were no problem.

"So, let's see you next, Dr. Herzog, you go find Yamata Orochi, we have other things to do," said Bondalev.

"There are other valuable things in the Night Food?" Herzog suddenly realized the true intentions of these two guys.

"This is the secret. Maybe we two will fight each other to the death." Pompeii smiled at Bondalev, and the other party had the same expression.

In short, there was no Herzog in the eyes of both of them.

"It's up to you."

After saying that, Herzog jumped down from the towering building and quit the trio.

After confirming that he had gone far, Pompeii let out a long breath, snatched the cigar in his hand, and threw it out of the window.

In the empty abandoned corridor, the distance between him and Bondalev was very far, very far.

"It seems that everything is going well at the moment. Poor Dr. Herzog did not realize that he was just a pawn used to delay the Heroic Spirits Army. He was still immersed in the myth that only the Black King could suppress the White King in this world."

Pompeii's tone seemed to describe a corpse.

"That's right. In terms of biological individuals, White King is indeed a perfect creature, but what he is about to face is an entire army, unless he can immediately use the world-destroying spirit to destroy the passage,

He will be the same as last time, the time he holds power can only be calculated in minutes." Bondalev's tone was also full of pity.

This is the conspiracy between the two. The reason why they helped Herzog open the gate of the Night Food Origin that he was thinking about was to use him as bait to block the Heroic Spirit Legion... and the Ocean and Water that were about to land here...

The King.

"The curtain of the stage has fallen, and the sound of the piano has risen. No matter how reluctant she is to wake up from her sleep, fate will eventually push her to the battlefield." Bondalev pondered.

"But this is also a headache for us. Although the devil has been hung over Japan, how to nail it to the shooting range... We are still missing a nail that is worth enough." Pompeii belt

He looked at Bondalev with a deep meaning.

"Great King of Sky and Wind, Bondalev, will you personally face another king of equal status as you?" He bent down respectfully.

Bondalev remained silent, but just looked at Pompeii coldly.

His figure stretched out on the ground into the shape of a dragon.

"At present, it seems that this is indeed the best way, but the trigger of the God-stricken punishment is in the hands of your Gatuso family, which makes me very worried." Bondalev shrugged, and the murderous smoke of the last moment disappeared.

"Let Lilith be out of the cage. It is Kassel who blocks it... it is the secret party and the responsibility of the mixed race."

Suddenly, Bondalev spoke as if he was thinking of something: "By the way, you should have little to do with the Secret Party now, you should be on the side of Gattuso now...or

Presbyterian Church.”

Pompeii put his hands in his pocket: "To be precise, I prefer to stand on the side of freedom."

"I can't see that your way of living is so poetic. You are more like a confined bird." Bondalev smiled.

"Bird, this is the highest evaluation I have ever heard of others, and the rest say that I am a horse, the kind that I grow." Pompeii also smiled, not telling whether it was true or hypocritical.

"Yes, I'm a bird. What I want to do the most is to board a plane and let it fly...fly..."

Pompeii dragged the ending sound very long, and Bondalev also listened with great interest.

"Then wait until the oil is gone and it will smash it to the cliff." Pompeii murmured.

"Is that true, it's such a bohemian life." Bondalev said expressionlessly.

"Actually, it doesn't matter whether the world is destroyed or continued. It doesn't matter whether the old people in the family live or not. Just Caesar can live well. As for ascending to the throne of the world... just treat it as a buy

The handbag with the diamond ring is ready," said Pompeii.

"Do you have that much to do with your son's life or death?" said Bondalev.

"Of course, parent-child relationship is such a magical thing. You are the Dragon King, and at most you can only understand the relationship between brothers and sisters."

"That's it, but I still want to say, don't be happy for Caesar too early. After all,... although we have a lot of consensus on the revival of the Black King, the most critical thing is completely opposite."

Bondalev.

"The new school and the old school." Pompeii smiled powerlessly.

This is a pre-written adjective that only exists in the conversation between the two.

The new school refers to the practice of the Presbyterian Church, which requires the creation of a new Black King... It can also be said that it is the creation of a new supreme. In short, the name does not matter, but as long as it is created, it must be the top of life.

That is why the Presbyterian Church needs Caesar, who is the best qualified person after countless generations of reproduction. Due to the existence of blood ties, the Presbyterian Church naturally easily attaches to Caesar, and can be said to be the third generation of improved product.

The old school that Bondalev refers to refers to the original deity of Niedhog.

"If you have to count the faction, Chen's family should count it too, but his faction is very special, so it should be called the New World School?" said Pompeii.

"What a sad man, he clearly has the most powerful bloodline in theory, but he just wants to live a peaceful life?" Bondalev sighed with his eyes closed.

"Yes, I feel sorry for him, but fortunately he will not affect our respective planning process. I still like him very much just for this."

"So our brief alliance can be declared over?"

"It's just over. Striking the Heroes and taking the opportunity to kill Herzog is already the best result within the framework of our common interests." Pompeii said, "It's a pity that even Lilith can't be killed by the way...

......Is it possible that our Valkyrie Cassel has sent Lilith to hell together with Yemengard?"

"This possibility is not ruled out, but you should know the consequences of Lilith's death in Leviathan, right?" said Bondalev.

"Is Guixu... collapsed?"

"Yes, if Lilith was killed before revival, the result would only be that Guixu would explode in full swing. Even if Yemengat is the Dragon King, it would not be possible to survive such an explosion center, but this world has already

There is no time to wait for her to be reincarnated again.”

"That's a pity. In this way, I'll say goodbye to Miss Xiziyue, whom I'm thinking about. Unfortunately, until she died, I didn't have time to say a few words to her, let alone have dinner together.

.”

Speaking of this, Pompeii suddenly said: "Old friend of Bonda, your face doesn't seem to look good. Is it because you are worried about Xiziyue?"

Bondalev did not deny it, but just kept silent.

"Yes, I'm worried about some special possibility."

"What is it?" Pompeii raised his eyebrows.

"For example...for example, she suddenly knew who she was."

A vibration suddenly came.

The whole city was shaking, and all the Deadpools lurking in the shadows were restless, as anxious as the swarms before the earthquake.

"Let's finish the last shift and witness the whole journey of the miracle." Pompeii stepped out of the window and sat directly on the windowsill.

"Look, the passage has been opened, the sea of ​​death is pouring in, the ship carrying the heroic spirit set sail on the sea water, and the horn of death is hovering."

At the top of the sky, the aurora fell, splendid and enchanting, like a rainbow-colored ocean.

In the hazy light and shadow, you can vaguely see the boat shaking.
Chapter completed!