Under one person: I, Zhang Zhiwei, the arrogant Zhang.

On the other side, at the Shinto altar.

Various mournful wails and howls echoed through the dark corners, and pale green will-o'-the-wisps drifted in the air like countless prying eyes.

Thick, impenetrable black mist gushed forth from the deep well, turning everything around into a deathly black, eerie and terrifying.

Within that churning black mist, countless hideous and terrifying monsters lurked.

Their figures are indistinct, appearing and disappearing like a mirage, or as if they have already stepped halfway into the real world.

There were long-necked flying monsters, one-legged Tang-style monks with umbrellas, blue-faced and fanged Hannya, and countless other twisted monsters whose names were unknown.

They emitted teeth-grinding scraping sounds and low growls within the black mist, greedily eyeing the world of the living, already impatient to go out and wreak havoc.

But they dared not make any rash moves, and could only growl anxiously in the black mist, as if waiting for something.

Not only those beings, but even the priests and priestesses around them trembled and knelt on the ground, burying their heads deep in the earth, adopting an extremely humble posture, as if welcoming the arrival of some terrifying being.

Meanwhile, the Grand Master was still performing a frenzied sacrificial dance on the altar. His movements became faster and more bizarre, and he kept muttering incantations to himself, as if he had fallen into some kind of demonic possession.

At this moment, if someone could lie down at the mouth of that ancient well and look into the depths...

You can see that deep inside this well, countless golden runes are shimmering densely, and at the bottom of the well, where the runes are most concentrated, sits a burly figure.

The figure wore a set of blood-red tunic armor, a ferocious bull-horned helmet on its head, and a white hannya mask on its face.

Beneath the mask were a pair of eyes burning with flames, radiating a suffocating killing intent.

This person merely sat there, and a terrifying aura, like a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood, swept over you, as if it could freeze your soul.

Beside him stands a weathered stone tablet with a line of large characters written in ancient Chinese: "The Sixth Demon King, Oda Nobunaga."

At this moment, the stone tablet used for suppression is weathering rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The golden runes on the surrounding well walls were also rapidly dimming and then disappearing.

Noticing these changes, the figure looked up at the well opening, his eyes burning with flames like shooting stars. After staring for a moment, he suddenly burst into laughter, his laughter incredibly manic.

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The Night Parade of a Hundred Demons needs a leader, a demon king.

The once mighty demon king of Mount Oe, Shuten-dōji, who once dominated Japan, has been completely annihilated, both in spirit and form.

Moreover, he was killed by Zhang Zhiwei himself.

Therefore, the Grand Master needs a more powerful demon to maintain order.

In Japan, there are few demons or gods more powerful than Shuten-dōji.

Moreover, even if they were stronger than Shuten-dōji, most of them were only slightly stronger. Only Oda Nobunaga, who was known as the "Sixth Heaven Demon King" in Japan, was much stronger than Shuten-dōji.

Therefore, Oda Nobunaga is the ultimate demon that the Grand Master of Ceremonies is determined to summon at all costs.

Oda Nobunaga was a daimyo during the Azuchi-Momoyama period, one of the three great unifiers of the Sengoku period, and the most powerful figure in Japan at the time.

He single-handedly slaughtered the entire Hiei-zan sect, which was then known as a sacred Buddhist site in Japan, killing all the monks inside and burning down Enryaku-ji Temple. His ruthlessness shocked the world.

Legend has it that he is the incarnation of Mara, the demon king and lord of the Desire Realm in Buddhist scriptures, which is why he is called the "Sixth Heaven Demon King".

He could almost be considered the most powerful and ruthless superhuman in the history of Japan.

After this person died in the Honnoji Incident, his vengeful spirit was secretly sealed in the deepest layer of the Shinto lineage, constantly nurtured with the power of incense and faith, in the hope that one day, the soul of this strongest person could be transformed into a shikigami that could be used at will.

Unfortunately, Shintoism's plan failed because it was too powerful and too tyrannical, and almost no one could control it.

Over the past few centuries, none of the priests who dared to issue his decrees have had a good end; they have all been devoured by him.

Even the current Grand Master of Shintoism wouldn't dare say he could order this Demon King around at will.

In fact, if he hadn't possessed the Yata Mirror, a divine artifact representing the nation's destiny, he wouldn't have risked asking this terrifying demon known as the "Sixth Heaven Demon King" for help.

As the rituals proceeded, dozens of priests continuously performed their rites, causing numerous golden runes to crumble and the barrier sealing the Sixth Heavenly Demon King to become unstable.

The Sixth Demon King at the bottom of the well also began to attack the barrier, trying to break free from the seal.

He attacked the barrier while laughing maniacally.

The laughter was deafening, and could be heard clearly even outside the well.

The priests who continued performing the rituals felt a strain and their faces turned pale.

Although they were breaking the seal on the Sixth Demon King, the Sixth Demon King was also attacking the seal during this process, and the attack inevitably caused backlash against them.

The chief priest immediately noticed the priests' unusual behavior and frowned: "They're already so violent before the decree has even been issued. If it is, won't they immediately turn on us?"

Upon realizing this, the Grand Master immediately raised both hands above his head in an almost worshipful gesture and brought out the Yata no Kagami (Eight-Span Mirror).

Then, he flipped the mirror over and aimed it at the wellhead.

There was no divine light; it was as if it were just an ordinary mirror reflecting the light.

But the runes in the mirror seemed to have been wiped away instantly by some mysterious force, disappearing into thin air.

Even the stone tablet at the bottom of the well vanished without a trace, just like winter snow meeting the spring sun.

Even the Sixth Demon King, who was frantically attacking the barrier, was forced to the ground by an invisible and intangible mysterious force, roaring wildly.

The chief priest looked at the disheveled state of the mighty Oda Nobunaga and smiled disdainfully.
It's just a mere ghost or deity; how could it possibly withstand a divine weapon?

A minor punishment to serve as a warning, letting you know the current situation.

There's an old Chinese saying: "Those who understand the times are the heroes!"

The chief priest said to the Sixth Heaven Demon King at the bottom of the well: "Lord Oda Nobunaga, under the rule of the current emperor, Japan is stronger than ever before, and is even close to conquering the Central Plains, accomplishing what successive emperors, generals and daimyo have dreamed of."

"As a former daimyo, don't you want to witness and participate in such matters firsthand?" "I'm giving you that opportunity now. I won't restrict your actions too much. I only ask that you wreak havoc on this continent of Shenzhou, clearing away obstacles in the path of the empire. What do you say?"

"make a deal!"

A deafening sound came from the bottom of the well.

Upon hearing this, the Grand Master grinned. He took out a piece of bright yellow silk from his sleeve, gently covered the Yata no Kagami in his hand, and then placed it in the brocade box specially used to store the Yata no Kagami, holding it with both hands.

He took a few steps forward and said loudly, "We respectfully invite Lord Oda Nobunaga to descend!"

Upon hearing this, the surrounding priests immediately cheered. As a priest who commands spirits and deities, being able to participate in this operation to command the Sixth Heaven Demon King was definitely a fortunate event in his life.

This emotion reached its peak as Oda Nobunaga slowly emerged from the well.

But at that moment, no one noticed that the dead soul worms in the black mist above suddenly changed their movements, and, accompanied by the ghostly fire flying everywhere, swooped down towards the priests.

Several witches were unable to dodge in time and were pierced through the chest by the dead soul worms, their souls devoured, and they collapsed to the ground, exhausted.

"Be careful, this could be Oda Nobunaga's backlash!"

The priests realized what was happening and shouted loudly, quickly casting spells to summon shikigami to fight back.

But their counterattack was too weak.

Because they were attacked not only by the dead soul insects, but also by the hundred ghosts floating in the sky.

This scene greatly surprised Matsui and Prince Fushimi, who were watching from the sidelines. They never expected that this parade of a hundred demons would start from their own people.

The two exchanged a glance and immediately wanted to go and help, but at that moment, Prince Fushimi suddenly felt a sharp pain in his abdomen. He looked down and saw a long sword protruding from his abdomen.

"The Emperor's bloodline is a truly repulsive stench. Have you forgotten who supported you when you were struggling to even afford food, clothing, shelter, and transportation, and unable to even hold an enthronement ceremony?"

"Who repaired your dilapidated palace? Who provided you with food and drink, allowing you bunch of good-for-nothings to sit in high positions and act arrogantly?"

“It was me, the one who supported you with my own hands, but I never used the emperor to command the princes like the warlords on the other side of China. Instead, I restored your authority.”

"And you, after my death, sealed me deep within the Shinto lineage, preventing me from transcending and finding peace, attempting to enslave me for eternity!"

Prince Fushimi's aura surged, and he grabbed the blade of the long sword in his abdomen, his eyes blazing with fury as he said, "Insolence! As a citizen of Japan, how dare you disrespect His Majesty the Emperor!"

"The Emperor is nothing but a plaything for the strong. What I want is a completely new world that none of you can even imagine."

After Oda Nobunaga finished speaking, he wanted to kill Prince Fushimi.

Prince Fushimi, as the commander-in-chief of the Imperial Navy, was certainly not an incompetent fool. He activated the powerful bloodline of the Imperial family and wanted to rebel. However, he was facing the former strongest man in Japan. Even though his strength had been greatly reduced after he became a demon, he was still not someone that Prince Fushimi could withstand.

Matsui, watching this scene from the opposite side, did not offer any assistance. He could not possibly fight against such a legendary demon for the sake of a mere Navy deer.

But just as Oda Nobunaga was about to have Prince Fushimi commit seppuku, the chief priest intervened, taking out the Yata no Kagami again and pointing it at Oda Nobunaga.

With a flash of divine light from the Yata Mirror, the Sixth Demon King vanished from behind Prince Fushimi Hiroyasu, along with the long sword in his abdomen. But the bloody wound and intense pain told him that what had just happened was not an illusion.

As soon as the Demon King disappeared on the sixth day, the riotous demons instantly quieted down.

The chief priest looked at the mess around him, his face extremely grim. He never expected that Oda Nobunaga would go back on his word, having promised something only to renege on it later.

He looked down at the Yata no Kagami in his hand.

The Yata Mirror was trembling slightly, and a hissing sound came from inside, as if something was scratching frantically inside.

On the mirror's surface, a hideous and terrifying Prajna face roared, its fiery eyes burning with rage. It kept pounding against the mirror, trying to break free, but to no avail.

The Grand Master made a hand seal in front of the mirror, and the patterns on the back of the mirror suddenly lit up. It unleashed the power of the divine artifact, and Oda Nobunaga, who had been struggling, suddenly stopped, and the anger in his eyes dimmed, as if his mind had been captured.

On the other side, Zhang Zhiwei, who was performing a ritual, was looking in the direction of the Japanese pirate headquarters. Just now, he noticed a dense ghostly aura rising into the sky there, followed by a sudden fire that seemed to be burning quite fiercely.

He couldn't help but wonder what the Shinto priest was up to. Why would he set fire to his own stronghold? However, he was currently at a crucial moment in the ritual and had no time to think about such things.

With the sixth demon king, Oda Nobunaga, being subdued by the Yata no Kagami, the restless demons finally calmed down.

Then, the Night Parade of One Hundred Demons began.

Thick fog suddenly rose from the streets of Shanghai, turning the straight line from the Japanese pirate headquarters to the Tian Tong Church into a river.

The thick fog rolled in like a flood, instantly engulfing the buildings and people along the way.

The fog came too fast and too intensely. Many ordinary people on this route were engulfed and disappeared before they could even react.

The fog was extremely thick, and visibility was terrifyingly low. You couldn't see anything more than three to five meters away; all you could see was a vast expanse of white.

The terrified crowd scattered and fled. In this situation, they almost instinctively hid in the buildings along the roadside, trembling with fear.

Then they discovered that many enormous figures were vaguely visible in the thick fog in the distance. They were all strangely shaped, and some were even indescribable.

Moreover, they could vaguely hear eerie singing, mournful wails, beast-like howls, and chilling ghostly cries.

At first, the sounds seemed faint and distant, but they quickly became clearer and closer, as if echoing right next to my ears.

It wasn't just the sounds that were getting closer, but also the terrifying figures in the fog.

Previously, it was indistinct and unclear, like a mirage. But now, as the fog drew closer, they could catch a glimpse of it.

Those were the legendary hundred demons, marching in the night towards the direction of the Heavenly Tong Church, in a mighty and overwhelming manner.

"Zhiwei!"

Uncle Zhang Yi, who was assisting with the ritual, suddenly exclaimed in surprise.

"Ok!"

Zhang Zhiwei nodded with a stern face.

In this situation, nothing more needs to be said.

The Night Parade of One Hundred Demons has begun, and he needs to make some preparations. (End of Chapter)