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Hundreds of Ghosts at Night!

Just as the intelligence had warned, the Night Parade of One Hundred Demons, led by the forces of the Underworld, swept through Tokyo with overwhelming force. Before the chilling sense of despair could fully spread through the rooftop exorcists, an even more ferocious attack surged forth like a tidal wave!

High in the sky, the Snow Woman's ethereal figure, accompanied by a storm of icy crystals mixed with ash, plummeted downwards, the biting cold instantly freezing a thick layer of ice around the edge of the rooftop. Although Nagatomo Masao was in shock, his reaction was swift, thanks to the combat experience he had gained following Masami Yuuki. He gritted his teeth, and the white spirit behind him suddenly expanded, detonating several secret talismans, barely managing to withstand the devastating cold wave.

However, the crisis is far from over.

Click, click, click!

Numerous mutated yoke heads, like sharks smelling blood, emerged from the shadows of nearby buildings, their long necks, made of rusty steel bars, lashing out and constricting towards the rooftop with a sickening metallic scraping sound, like raging pythons!
"careful!"

The warning had barely faded when the two monks, unable to dodge in time, had their arms, holding copper bells, instantly entangled and twisted by steel bars. Amidst the cracking of bones and piercing screams, they were forcibly dragged off the rooftop, their figures quickly swallowed by the storm and the commotion.

"Get downstairs! Quickly!"

Masao Nagatomo roared and swung his stone hammer, smashing the head of a yoke-like creature that lunged at him to pieces. He then ordered the survivors to evacuate immediately.

However, what happened on the rooftop was just one aspect of the Tokyo catastrophe.

A larger, more terrifying disaster is spreading throughout the city.

So, when rookie exorcist Yuichi Kobayashi followed Masao Nagatomo out of that deadly apartment building, what greeted his eyes was a terrifying scene he would never forget—

Boom boom boom!
A deafening roar of collapse echoed from all directions. On the exterior walls of several buildings, enormous, human-faced sores silently grinned, each opening and closing of their massive jaws chewing up and devouring entire sections of the wall along with the reinforcing steel.

The horde of Yinmoro demons swooped down like a dark cloud, their decaying feathers falling like sharp blades, their piercing shrieks tearing at everyone's nerves; the Wet Woman slid erratically through the puddles, her sticky long hair like living tentacles, dragging nearby exorcists into a deadly shadow that glowed with phosphorescence.

Even more suffocating was the area towards Shinjuku Station—which had become a complete dead zone. The mutated railway spiders, with their mountain-like bodies, blocked major roads, their twisted limbs resembling giant battering rams, easily piercing vehicles and overturning barricades. Wherever the ominous red light emanating from their compound eyes reached, buildings collapsed like paper.

Along the entire streets of Shinjuku, moonlight intertwined with various eerie lights, and collapsed buildings, burning vehicles, and screaming crowds created an apocalyptic scene.

The city is rapidly falling into chaos and bloodshed.

Purgatory... This is absolutely purgatory.

The battle against the Hundred Demons in the Shinjuku area was far from optimistic from the start.

On the streets, the exorcists who tried to build a defensive line crumbled like sandcastles the moment they came into contact with the torrent of ghosts.

The exorcists who organized the resistance not only had to avoid the collapsing buildings, but also had to face indescribable shadowy monsters that could seep out from cracks and pipes at any time. Soon, the exorcists were forced to switch from offense to desperate defense, retreating from the streets to buildings, and then being driven to their doom by the endless stream of monsters from inside the buildings.

Even an experienced elite exorcist like Masao Nagatomo was powerless in such a desperate situation. The spirits behind him remained steadfast, and the stone hammer in his hand continued to radiate purifying light, each swing repelling the evil spirits. However, his personal bravery was ultimately just a drop in the ocean against the endless tide of demons.

"Stay close to me!" Nagatomo's shouts sounded weak amidst the eerie roars.

But just as he was distracted in repelling one of the attacking demons, an even more turbulent wave of evil forces suddenly broke through the temporary defenses.

"Mr. Nagatomo!"

Yuichi Kobayashi's exclamation was drowned out by the noise.

He watched helplessly as the group was swept away by the eerie torrent, his companions disappearing one by one into the twisted shadows...

……

"Whoosh—ha—"

Yuichi Kobayashi leaned against the cold, rough wall, his chest heaving violently, a metallic, bloody taste rising in his throat.

His right hand trembled uncontrollably, and blood kept flowing out of the wound on his forearm.

Looking around, all that could be seen were broken walls and twisted, burning wreckage. A bus lay overturned in the middle of the street, flames greedily licking at its body, and a frozen, terrified shadow could be vaguely seen inside. Further away, a giant, human-faced sore on the exterior wall of a high-rise building continued to relentlessly gnaw at the structure, and rubble fell like rain, making dull thuds.

The air was filled with the pungent smell of burning, blood, and a deeper, nauseating stench of decay.

All the talismans that Xiaolin carried were finally completely used up when she repelled several Qing Nu Fang members wielding strange bronze mirrors.

He never imagined that his first major real-world experience as an exorcist would so quickly leave him running out of supplies.

It can only be said that the sheer terror of this night parade of a hundred demons sweeping through Tokyo was far beyond the capabilities of a newcomer like him. The hellish scene before him, and the final screams of his companions as they were swallowed by the demon tide, were constantly gnawing at his already depleted will and spiritual power.

"Mr. Nagatomo? Mr. Nagatomo!"

Undeterred, Kobayashi dialed the walkie-talkie again, calling out urgently in a low voice. However, all he received in response was a dead silence and a busy tone.

"This is Kobayashi Yuichi, a combatant in Shinjuku Ward! The level of the Hundred Demons Disaster in Shinjuku Ward cannot be assessed! Repeat, urgent support required!"

Clinging to his last hope, he tried to contact the countermeasures headquarters.

But on the other end of the walkie-talkie, there was only the continuous busy tone, a sign of complete loss of contact, and in the background, the faint sounds of various inhuman screams and the reverberation of collapsing buildings.

Kobayashi's will finally began to completely collapse.

at this time--

slap... slap...

A sticky, slurred sound, like a soaking wet sack being dragged across the ground, accompanied by an indescribable stench, came from a dark alleyway nearby.

It was a powerful, pungent smell, like a mixture of rotting fish, swampy mud, and some kind of ancient corpse.

Xiaolin tensed up abruptly and looked toward the alley entrance in terror.

A twisted figure slowly emerged from the shadows.

The thing had a human-like hunched figure, but it also appeared unusually tall, robust, and ferocious.

It gripped a heavily rusted nodachi tightly in its hand, the blade scraping against the ground with a hissing sound. Its body was covered with a shell of rust and moss, seemingly fused to its flesh, like an ancient suit of armor, with a dark green, viscous liquid constantly seeping from the gaps in the armor. Its skin was sickly swollen and grayish-white, as if it had been soaked in water for too long, with many parts rotting and exposing the blackened bone beneath.

Its bald head had a saucer-shaped indentation, and its completely black eyes, without any whites, were staring intently at Kobayashi Yuichi, who was huddled in the corner.

Military Headquarters...

A special, corrupt kappa, carrying the decay of the underworld and the deathly aura of the swamp, descends upon this place.

slap... slap...

The wet, sticky footsteps continued to approach, and the nauseating stench grew even closer.

Yuichi Kobayashi was pressed against the wall, with nowhere left to retreat.

"Don't... don't come here!"

He reached into his empty talisman pocket in vain, his fingers trembling violently with fear and despair.

However, they simply didn't have the strength to fight anymore.

It hurts so much...

So...we've been abandoned, haven't we?
There would be no more support; even the last communications had been cut off. What awaited him now was only to be devoured in this filth and darkness by the monster before him, exuding an aura of decay and death, and to meet his dreadful end…

"Gah-"

The man before him let out a muffled roar, raising his rusty nodachi high above the defenseless Kobayashi Yuichi. A cruel glint flashed in his dark eyes, and just as the blade was about to strike—

boom--! ! !
A furious roar of an engine, mixed with a deafening gunshot, shattered the deathly silence of the area like a thunderbolt of fury!
A blinding beam of pure white light, like a spear, pierced the darkness from the end of the street, striking the bloated and rotting body of Bingzhubu with precision. The beam of light was so intense that it seemed to carry a physical impact, causing the monster to let out a roar of pain and rage, and its movements faltered.

Immediately afterwards, the light source itself rushed over like a black lightning bolt!

It was a sleek, all-black muscle motorcycle with sharp lines, its body wreathed in ominous yet fiery black flames, and the roar of its engine carrying an untamed, indomitable spirit.

The female rider on the bicycle was agile, her tight black leather outfit outlining her smooth figure, and the bright yellow cat-ear helmet around her neck was particularly eye-catching under the lights. She held the handlebars steadily with one hand, while the other hand held a rugged double-barreled shotgun, the muzzle still shrouded in lingering gunpowder smoke.

Just as the motorcycle narrowly missed Kobayashi's body, the headless rider suddenly twisted his waist, and the shotgun once again spat out scorching flames!

boom! boom! boom!
Deafening gunshots rang out one after another. The demon-slaying bullets specially made by the divine craftsman, carrying enormous kinetic energy, slammed into Hyojubu's chest, arm, and the nodachi!
"Gah——!"

The warlord was forced to retreat repeatedly, dark green slime splattering everywhere. Its heavy body plowed deep furrows in the ground, and it was several meters away before it could barely regain its footing. Several obvious dents appeared on its rusted armor, which was fused with its flesh and blood, with wisps of black smoke still rising from the edges.

The black motorcycle executed a beautiful drift, coming to a stop between Kobayashi and Hyobu, its engine roaring low like a fierce beast protecting its young. The female rider braced herself on one foot, casually slung her still-smoking hunting rifle over her shoulder, and tilted her cat-ear helmet, precisely "looking" at the slumped Kobayashi Yuichi.

"Support has arrived."

A muffled, even somewhat dull, female voice came from beneath the bright yellow cat-ear helmet.

"Drink-ah!"

Before Xiaolin could even comprehend the situation, another dark shadow swept past him with a strange cry, its speed no less than that of a motorcycle.

"You ugly thing, take this punch!"

This time, however, it wasn't a vehicle speeding along the ground.

She was a petite girl—in the light of the motorcycle headlights, Kobayashi could clearly see her pale green, glistening skin, as well as her distinctive bird beak and tortoise shell features.

Another kappa?!

Or is she... a female kappa?

Her petite figure shot forward relentlessly toward the soldier, whose size was several times that of her. Her slender fists, carrying terrifying power completely disproportionate to her size, slammed hard into the soldier's rotting breastplate!

boom!
Bingzhubu's massive body was sent flying backward as if hit by a cannonball, embedding itself heavily in the brick wall of the alley behind him, with rubble falling down in a shower.

The kappa girl landed her blow with effortless grace and nimbleness.

"Ha!" She clapped her hands triumphantly, her turtle shell gleaming healthily under the light, and proudly puffed out her little chest, showing off her power. "You're a kappa, and I'm a kappa too, but as expected, I, Mimiko, am the stronger one!"

Miyako is the best kappa! (End of Chapter)