Chapter 447 [Herzog]

At the same time, under the white palace full of remnants.

"What a pity, he clearly entered the Night Food Plain, but he was able to resist entering here. After not seeing him for so long, he is still as alert as ever. No wonder he can take his brother away from my pursuit again and again."

Looking up, the man wearing an iron mask sighed.

He is now located directly under the palace. This is the core of the entire palace, which is the so-called Holy Hall. This is the entire White King Palace, or the most core area of ​​the entire Night Food Plain.

At this moment, the entire underground Holy Hall is covered with a layer of fine white silk threads. The silk threads are snow-white and spread along the ground, and then climb up the surrounding walls and those precious murals... and people.

On the ground in the center of the Holy Hall, there are white cocoons wrapped with silk threads, which look a bit like silkworm pupae, but are dozens of times larger than ordinary silkworm pupae.

All the people that Lu Mingfei and his team didn't find in the palace gathered here in the form of white cocoons. Some of the white cocoons looked like they were struggling to escape from here, but unfortunately they didn't succeed.

Similarly, these silk threads also crawled onto the man's body, but they didn't dare to wrap too deeply, just covering the man's feet.

With a burst of vibration, the deadpools who had escaped from the water tank rushed into the underground. After entering the Holy Hall, these deadpools instantly became quiet, allowing the white silk threads to crawl all over their bodies, and then turned into new white cocoons one after another.

Raising his head, the man with the iron mask narrowed his eyes and looked up.

The white filaments have crawled all over the Holy Hall and are beginning to penetrate above the ground. They are like the hyphae of some kind of mold, but these hyphae can not only infect soil and trees, but also penetrate steel.

This kind of filament is extremely deadly to any form of living thing. It is highly corrosive. The inside of the steel contaminated by it becomes as loose as a sponge, and the trees die directly from the inside.

Some of the white threads penetrate upwards, while the other part of the white silk threads hang from the top of the dome. From a distance, it looks like countless slender hands swaying in the wind.

"What? It's not enough to swallow so much. Do you want to turn me into your nutrients?"

Looking at the white silk threads hanging from the dome and looking towards this side, the man turned around and looked at the huge white cocoon in the corner behind him. His tone was full of playfulness.

"I have to say that I admire your ambition and your courage."

Facing the man's squeeze, the white cocoon remained silent and did not reply, but it answered in another form.

While the growth rate of the white silk threads hanging above the man's head suddenly accelerated, the white thin threads on the ground that had covered the man's feet quickly took root in the man's body and then climbed up along his trouser legs frantically.

At this speed, in less than half a minute, the man will follow the footsteps of the others in the Holy Hall and become another white cocoon.

Watching this scene, the man couldn't help but frown.

Originally, he wanted to break the white silk threads wrapped around himself, but after a moment of hesitation, he gave up the idea.

Many puppets have been broken today, and he doesn't care about breaking one more. Then he kept this puppet because he wanted to recover the dragon bone cross representing the "power" of the White King after the other party was killed and then devour its power, but after thinking about it for a while, he didn't think he had the ability to successfully grab the dragon bone cross under the siege of three or even four dragon kings.

Constantine, Norton, Jörmungandr...even Fenrir might come.

If it was just these four, he would still have the confidence to deal with them, but in addition to these four, there was another existence beyond the specifications, which directly reduced the feasibility of his plan to zero.

In fact, the wisest thing for him to do now is to take the White King's body away directly, and then give up all his arrangements here, and cut losses in time, instead of hatching a new White King according to the original plan.

...But after witnessing the power of the White Emperor at his peak, he hesitated.

He has always thought that his power should be close to that of his father. Even if there is a gap, it is not far away. But the battle that day directly hit his confidence to zero.

...This is a very simple inference.

He can't even beat the White Emperor now, and the White Emperor was killed by his father. With his current strength, how can he fight against his father?

——It is precisely because of this very simple inference that his thoughts have changed slightly.

Of course, he is not so generous.

In the past, the White Emperor had to sacrifice his own life to seriously injure his father. Now even if the other party is revived again, even if the other party completes himself, it is not necessarily easy to kill his father. The most likely result of the battle between the two sides is that both sides will suffer.

...To be honest, he just wanted to sit on the mountain and watch the fight between the two tigers.

In addition, he also admired this chess piece of his. The other party's talent was unquestionable. In recent years, because of him, his Holy Official Medical Association has developed very fast, and many epoch-making research results were researched by him alone.

Although the other party's attempt to swallow him as nutrients was a bit rebellious, this was Japan after all, and it was a tradition for the lower to overthrow the upper. Seeing that the other party would die soon, he was too lazy to bother with him.

However, he didn't expect that the other party was still unwilling to admit defeat and was still thinking about fighting again. If he could really trick Constantine outside into the palace, or let the white emperor come in person, there might be a chance to turn the tables, but now, all the actions of his chess piece seemed to him to be a dying struggle.

... But then again, he admired the ambition of his chess piece and was willing to lend a helping hand.

"Forget it, I'll help you again."

Looking at the white silk thread rushing towards him, he shook his head slightly, took off the iron mask on his face, and threw it directly to the white cocoon in the corner.

As soon as the iron mask touched the cocoon, it was quickly swallowed by the cocoon and disappeared in the layers of silk threads in the blink of an eye.

"…Whether it can be accomplished or not depends entirely on your own luck.

PS: Good morning (づ●─●)づ