Chapter 290 60: Bloody Feud
The sky above the Soul-Calling Club.
The cool morning wind blew Miki Inagaki's clothes, making a sound.
As she spat out the last word.
The power of the body is like a dam releasing water, rushing and flowing away crazily.
Even though she couldn't see what was happening at all, she could vaguely feel that her power seemed to be turning into strands, moving deeper into the underground of the Spiritualist Society.
Until the end, there was only a little bit of physical strength left, barely enough for her to maintain her floating posture in mid-air.
At this time, her face was completely pale.
Even as it slowly descended, it seemed shaky, as if it was about to be blown down by the autumn wind at any time.
Toyokawa Shangqing, who was waiting hesitantly below, suddenly became excited and his hair stood on end. He couldn't help but look back at the Spiritualist Club, which remained closed.
Just now, there seemed to be something extraordinary that glanced at him, and the cold wind that suddenly appeared out of thin air made him feel fear inexplicably.
It seems that there is indeed something terrible down there.
"Inagaki Saint, how are you? Is the devil coming?"
Asking a female team member to help Inagaki Miki, Toyokawa Shangqing squeezed the walkie-talkie and asked impatiently, now A large number of people are waiting for his reply, and the pressure has never been greater.
"The devil has awakened, and soon, it will appear from here." Inagaki looked at the Spiritualist Club with cold eyes. The aura that she hated so much was rolling. This large piece of land was at this time. In his eyes, it smelled worse than a latrine.
It's a pity that she is almost exhausted now, otherwise she really wants to stay on the front line and tear these demons that she instinctively hates to pieces.
Hear Miki Inagaki’s conclusive answers.
Toyokawa Shangqing couldn't help but take a deep breath and slowly lifted the intercom.
"This is Toyokawa Shangqing, the confirmation of Inagaki Saint has been completed, the devil under the Tokyo Spiritual Society has awakened, repeat, the devil has awakened."
Far away at the third line of defense Kuroki Shinizumi put down the walkie-talkie in silence.
She turned to look at the people staring at her silently.
Without exception, they all had suffocating nervousness in their eyes. Even standing there, they were full of uneasiness.
Some people are still sweating profusely in this cool weather, some are breathing heavily but still seem to be out of breath, and some are clenching their fists with eyes full of eagerness to try.
“Tokyo Spiritualist Club has confirmed that a supernatural disaster is about to come, and the enemy of the disaster is the devil. This mission is codenamed [Demon Exorcist Day]. Everyone, immediately enter the battle state. From now on, we are here to [Demolish Demons Day]. Magic Sun】Tokyo Extraordinary Operations Command. "
"Elvis, maintain close communication with the US military. I need to be able to dispatch all firepower including naval guns at any time."
"Yes."
"Hirata Reimi once again told the Self-Defense Forces that this is a state of war, and they should put away their playful mentality. Once the devil comes out, we will not be able to escape, and they will definitely not be able to escape! We can only die together!”
“Yes!”
The task has already been arranged, and now it is just repeated because of the importance of the situation.
“We must survive”
Kuroki Shinquan clenched his fists and stared at the big map of the battle. Except for the members of the Holy Infant Club, all Chaofan carried vital sign monitoring devices, which showed orange light spots on the big map.
The overall status of the defense line will be updated with the simultaneous recording of the drone.
In addition to this extraordinary headquarters, a large-scale fleet is on standby in Tokyo Bay, and the general command center of the ordinary army is arranged among the warships.
In the sky, as long as their orbits permit, all the satellites that are still functioning have their lenses pointed at Tokyo, wanting to know everything that happens there.
"This is Shunya Saga. We are packing up the last items and preparing to evacuate to the first line of defense. Toyokawa Shangqing has already protected the Inagaki Saint to the third line of defense."
"Most of the protesters staying here haven't woken up yet. Do we need them?"
"Three final warnings. If you don't want to get on the bus, don't worry about it and leave directly." North Defense Zone, Noguchi Xiongzhi looked at the people eating a sumptuous breakfast and said coldly.
“Yes!”
Saga Jun also sighed and handed over the task.
There is really no need to stop the lives lost due to stupidity.
"Final announcement, final announcement, extraordinary events are coming. This is your last chance to leave. We are about to evacuate, we are about to evacuate!"
Several people from the Special Affairs Bureau gathered around the tent and shouted, Some people haven't woken up yet, and some of the people who have woken up, even though they are shivering, look at the people from the Special Affairs Bureau with disdain, as if they are looking at some clown.
"It's so noisy - hiss, why is it so cold!"
When those ordinary people who were still sleeping woke up, they only felt a sudden coldness in their bodies. I couldn't help but wrap the quilt tightly, but it couldn't offset much of the chill.
There were also people who couldn't bear the cold, shivering and glanced at the weather forecast, and then stared blankly at the 15-25 degrees displayed on their mobile phones.
If you tell him that this body temperature is below ten degrees, he will believe it.
How could it be this temperature?
He put on his clothes and opened the tent. Even if there was no cold wind, the biting low temperature made him tremble.
Looking at the door of the Spiritualist Club again, those Special Affairs Bureau personnel who are always there have started to pack up their things, very fast, as if they are about to evacuate as the broadcast said. .
He couldn't help crying with joy.
Victory, they won!
"We won! We finally forced those bastards away!"
He ran to tell each other regardless of the cold.
But there were one or two people who exhaled a breath of cold air, looked at the eerie Spiritualist Club, and then looked at the cheering crowd, and fell into hesitation.
"I, I feel something is wrong, brother, can I quit?" In a small group, a young man lowered his head and said timidly.
"Idiot! Victory is right in front of you. If you leave now, all the previous days will be in vain!" This small group is composed of young people. When they see someone shrinking from battle, they won't get used to it and will get confused with a slap.
The man received a slap, his cheeks turned red, he pursed his lips and continued to lower his head, his body trembling and he did not dare to speak.
"Back off before the battle! You are the bastard who wants to behead, you traitor." The weather turned cold, and the man's hand hurt badly after such a slap. He hid behind his back and threatened fiercely. Later, the conversation changed again.
“However, you loser is leaving now, but the money I mentioned before is no longer yours. Don’t ever think of coming to us again to get it. Do you understand?”
"Okay, I understand, thank you." He breathed a sigh of relief, ignoring the burning pain on his face, quickly picked up his bag, and ran to the Special Bureau convoy preparing to evacuate. In the strange eyes of people Sit on it.
It wasn't until the convoy was ready and Saga asked that there was only one person willing to leave with them.
"It's hard to persuade the damn ghost with words. Let's go."
The convoy set off towards the first line of defense.
That line of defense is in vain and is better described as a trap. Explosives are buried everywhere and will be activated only when the time is right.
Seeing that the Special Affairs Bureau car really left, those who stayed here shouted long live.
They finally lost their patience and eagerly, under the leadership of Tojo Hisumi, bypassed or moved away the obstructions, and several hundred people rushed into the Spiritualist Club.
“This must be the blessing of heroic spirits. Before the regular festival, let these traitors from the Special Affairs Bureau get out. In order to prevent them from coming back, I suggest mobilizing everyone to collect some debris and make the Spiritual Club our base camp. "Matsui Yoshiyuki kept saying his suggestions next to Tojo Hisumi.
Tojo held the long knife left by her father, her face flushed, and she was obviously very excited. "Matsui, you should be the first to contribute to this plan!" Tojo patted Matsui on the shoulder and said.
Matsui stopped talking and smiled: "It was mainly Tojo-san's intervention, otherwise how could so many people respond desperately!"
Having said that, Matsui naturally knew what was going on in his heart, because it was inappropriate for Mr. Muto to show up, otherwise it would be your turn as an old woman.
Most of those people were invited by Matsui at a high price, and a few were deceived.
But being invited here actually shows that those people's thoughts are biased towards them, and money only solves their worries.
"I remember that your father's memorial tablet is also inside. How about we pay homage first. I haven't been here for a long time and I miss my father a little." Tojo said.
Matsui hesitated, called someone around him, and after explaining the matter, he followed Tojo to the main hall.
"It's terrible, it's terrible. Look, what a wonderful shrine it has been turned into. There's a hole in the east and a hole in the west. It's so unscrupulous." Matsui was so angry that he didn't feel cold all of a sudden.
Tōjo’s face also looked a little ugly.
But as they got closer to the main hall, it seemed to get colder, and the two old men were somewhat unable to bear it.
"It must be that those bastards from the Special Affairs Bureau destroyed the feng shui, or some of their extraordinary abilities were used to prevent us from visiting the shrine!" Tojo gritted his teeth and guessed, his body shaking uncontrollably.
"Tojo-san, why don't you wait a minute and I'll have someone bring some quilts in, otherwise it will be too cold and you won't be able to bear it." Matsui suggested.
Tojo shook his head and gritted his teeth: "No, we're already here. I have to go in. My father is waiting for me inside. Please let someone bring him over first. I'll wait for you inside."
" Father, I’m late.”
Tojo held a long sword and walked into the main hall with difficulty.
North District.
Noguchi Yushi quietly watched all this happen through surveillance.
"Boss!"
Toyokawa jumped out of the void panting: "Saint Inagaki has been sent to the headquarters. She said that it is not serious and she only needs to rest for half an hour."
< br>"You came here specifically to tell me? Can't you use the phone?" Noguchi looked at him with an incomprehensible expression.
"Ahem, I just came to see the boss. Well, don't be too pushy. We still have a third line of defense. If we can't hold it, I'll leave! I'll leave now!"
Seeing that Noguchi seemed to be looking for a handy weapon, Toyokawa hurriedly escaped into the void.
Noguchi Yushi looked up at the sky.
The sky is gradually getting darker.
He didn’t know if he could hold on this time.
Or even if we can defend this time, how should we deal with the Mother Goddess who is even more terrifying than this?
I’m afraid I can only take a walk.
He focused his attention on the surveillance screen again.
Tojo Hisumi knelt down in the center of the main hall, placed her father's long sword in front of her, knelt down and saluted respectfully.
He was still muttering something in his mouth, which seemed to express his feelings over the years.
“.I have not forgotten the glory of the Tojo family and have been fighting to restore your reputation.”
“Please forgive me, those people don’t understand your good intentions at all. , even in our own country, there are shameful traitors. If we go forward a few decades, those guys will be dragged out and beheaded! They are not even qualified to commit seppuku!"
"Tojo Toshiki is a disgrace to the family. Sure enough, he shouldn't have passed on the position of patriarch to him in the first place. Look, now he doesn't dare to do anything. Even the Soul Resurrection Club is blocked and he doesn't care. It’s like I don’t remember your existence.”
“But please don’t worry, from today on, I will regain the glory of our Tojo family with the emperor. If Toshihui can still find his way back, I will return. It can keep him in his position, but if he is still stubborn, don't blame me as an aunt for being ruthless."
"Father, please wish me everything goes well and punish those traitors!"
Buzz!
While speaking, Tojo Hisumi heard a strange noise right in front of him.
She held her breath and used her less sensitive ears to find the location of the sound.
Finally, it landed on the long knife in front of me.
On the blade of the blade, several words that looked like blood appeared slowly.
【Tianchu country thief】
"That's right. Is it you? Father?! Father! Tianzhu country thief! Tianzhu country thief!"
Tojo excitedly held up the long sword, looked around and shouted.
More violent tremors appeared.
The tablets representing heroic spirits in front of me kept shaking, as if there was an earthquake.
But Tojo knew clearly that there was no earthquake at all!
Those tremors——
The heroic spirit must have returned!
Some of the tablets were shaking and falling, while in many more, blood was oozing from the words.
Not only the memorial tablets, but also the building, pillars, and every wooden board are bleeding out. On the beams, the blood condenses into blood, and the blood condenses into blood beads, and the blood beads fall like blood rain. !
The dark wind everywhere is also carrying the smell of blood.
Tojo was completely stained red by the rain of blood, but she didn't have a trace of fear, but instead felt countless joy.
In her opinion, this is the anger of those heroic spirits who sacrificed their lives for the country.
With the help of heroic spirits, she will no longer have to fear those untouchables who want to get their hands on power because of their extraordinary abilities!
Yoshiyuki Matsui, who had just walked to the door, dropped the quilt in his hand, his eyes widened, and he couldn't believe what he saw.
"An extraordinary disaster is coming. Is this the disaster that the Special Affairs Bureau is referring to?"
Matsui is extremely frightened and now has a lot of regrets.
"Tojo! Tojo-san! Let's go. I'm afraid something has happened. I'll hide the car nearby while I'm at it." Matsui endured his nausea and ran in to pull out Tojo who was standing in the middle.
But Tojo in front of him remained motionless, as if he was fixed by something.
Matsui lowered his gaze with a horrified expression.
At Tojo's ankle, there were countless bloody hands stretching out from the floor, strangling him tightly.
“Ahhhh!!”
Matsui wanted to run, but he was also caught by the bloody hand.
"Matsui, don't be afraid. This is the grace of heroic spirits. Soon, we will be able to kill the national traitors and return Japan to a peaceful world."
Tojo grabbed Matsui's arm , the face with blood drops constantly showing a strange smile.
The sky above the Soul-Calling Club was stained by the wisps of blood rising from the earth, and slowly turned into blood clouds, surging unsteadily.
(End of this chapter)