A person in Tokyo becomes a demon god

Chapter 63 But the battle is not over yet.

"The monster is charging!"

"Don't panic, everyone raise your shields—"

On the outskirts of Meguro Ward in Tokyo, a battle that is both modern and 'classical' is taking place.

It's modern because police officers are fully equipped with riot gear, carry riot shields, and communicate through headsets and microphones in their helmets; the sky is filled with drones and armed helicopters providing high-altitude visibility, leaving no blind spots.

As for 'classical'
These fully armed police officers are forming a human wall;
Like the ancient Viking warriors, they formed a defensive line with large shields to withstand the knights' charge.

Bang!Bang!Bang!
One after another, bizarre monsters crashed into the shield wall, causing it to shake.

"Hold on, hold on—"

They could have communicated using headsets.

But the police officer in charge at the front was still shouting loudly in a hoarse voice.

To put it bluntly, it's also a way to vent one's inner fears.

In fact, with this 'classical' fighting style, it's hard for the soldiers in the front ranks not to be 'heroic': because those behind will push you forward, leaving you with no way to retreat.

Fortunately, these were only considered 'paper-thin' monsters. If it weren't for their immunity to physical attacks, they would have been easily killed by modern armies long ago.

"Riot control fork!"

Following the spectator's command,
One by one, elongated riot forks extended from behind the shield wall.

A miraculous scene unfolded: the various monsters that could supposedly ignore any guns, flames, electricity, poison gas, or lights were actually pushed back by these riot control forks.

Nightmare monsters, born from dreams, are essentially projections of the power of the human mind.

It will naturally be touched by the power of the human mind.

Cold weapons are an extension of the arm.

If someone can project their 'will', they can naturally attack these monsters from a distance.

"kill!"

The pressure on the police officers in the front row eased.
They all stepped aside to avoid the shields, and the police batons in their other hands came crashing down on their heads.

Under the police's siege, at least two or three batons were falling continuously, if not six per second.

The monster, rated as 'paper' level, was overwhelmed and quickly 'killed' by a flurry of blows, exploding and dissipating into black smoke.

A dozen minutes later, the charging monsters were scattered: although they could resurrect indefinitely, it would take some time for them to reassemble.

"One team retreats for rest and regrouping,"

"Second team, take over!"

The battle seemed brief, but the police officers in the front row were already panting heavily.

Wearing riot gear weighing over ten kilograms, carrying riot shields to fend off monster attacks, and then rushing in for hand-to-hand combat is extremely physically demanding: if the monsters were even more numerous, the police officers in the front lines could collapse from exhaustion on the spot.

"Hurry, hurry, hurry!"

They are all people who have received more than ten years of education.

The running exercises, assemblies, and physical education classes in schools already had the rudiments of military training; with the addition of commands via headsets, the police force completed its rotation in just a few dozen seconds.

In ancient times, they would have been an elite force that would have left all famous generals speechless and overjoyed.

However, for Director Fujita...

"Too slow,"

And their physical fitness is too poor.

Through constant rotation, thousands of police officers formed defensive lines around the Meguro district, preventing the monsters from reaching other areas.

Police from not only Tokyo, but also from surrounding cities were dispatched to join the battle of the 'Night Parade of One Hundred Demons'.

"After all, we've been at peace for a long time, and most people haven't experienced this kind of combat mode before."

A gray-haired Self-Defense Force corps officer standing nearby spoke up to offer advice.
The Metropolitan Police Department certainly has physical training programs, as well as various internal competitions in karate, kendo, and the like.

But that's just practice, and it's completely different from real combat: just like in history books, guys who usually claim to be ruthless killers turn pale as paper when they actually go to assassinate powerful people.

“When ordinary police officers face this kind of battle, their muscles are tense, their breathing is disordered, and before the fight even begins, most of their physical strength is already depleted.”

Director Fujita neither confirmed nor denied the Self-Defense Forces Ground Commander's explanation.

"We must intensify physical training for police officers in the future!"

"Not just the police,"

Lao Lu will point out that
"Ordinary people also need to strengthen their physical fitness,"

I don't expect them to fight, but at least they should run faster when they're trying to escape.

However, these are issues to be considered later. The current situation is:

"How long will this battle last?"

This is a question that no one in the command center, from ordinary liaison officers to various "folklore experts," or even Director Fujita himself, could answer.

Since they were not the ones who initiated the 'Night Parade of One Hundred Demons,' they naturally did not hold the initiative either.

benefactor

And unknown shikigami.

"What exactly do those two want?"

Regarding this question:

"In my opinion, they're collecting souls."

After hesitating for a moment, Nakajima Gon, the priest of Yushima Tenmangu Shrine, spoke.

"People who die in Meguro Ward have a certain chance of becoming 'possessed objects'. According to those who were rescued by 'possessed objects', small white spheres float out of their loved ones' bodies after their deaths."

This is probably the 'materialization' of the soul.

Above the bustling city, countless black butterflies, like industrious bees, carried back tiny orbs of light and placed them into the long sleeves of the 'noble person.' This created a white 'band of light' in the night sky, both beautiful and cruel.

Such a glaring situation cannot be ignored by the island nation's government, no matter how incompetent it may be.

“But now there are very few ‘souls’ left in Meguro Ward,”

Another middle-aged Onmyoji spoke up,
This man is named Jun Mingyu, and he is the younger brother of the current head of the Junming family.

Although the Junming family is not well-known, it is actually an Onmyoji family with a history of thousands of years: it once married into the Abe family and can be considered a branch of the Abe family - but now, the shikigami of the 'ancestor' are rampaging in Tokyo, which has made their position very awkward.

I want to find a relative, but I can't even get close to them.

As for the Tsuchimikado branch, it has already been heavily controlled by the island nation's government.

The remaining Onmyoji families in the island nation, such as the Kamo and Fujiwara families, have all died out.
Although the Ashiya family has a long tradition, because they are folk Onmyoji, everyone can claim to be a descendant of the Ashiya family. However, when asked if they can control shikigami, they all look hesitant.

In order to distance himself from the 'ancestor', this middle-aged man named Jun Mingyu had to rack his brains and try to make a name for himself.

"In my opinion, it seems that the other side is... it seems that they are conducting military training?"

As he spoke, he quickly added:

"With the strength of these two 'masters,' let alone the Metropolitan Police Department's defenses, they could take over the entire Tokyo."

No one can stop them!
But now, the "nobleman" and another "Twelve Shikigami" are letting the police set up a defensive line in Meguro Ward, completely watching the show with a leisurely air.

"From Lord Gou Chen's words, we can learn that because the spiritual energy has just begun to recover, even the lords are in a state of 'weakness'."

While lamenting his current weakness, that 'Gou Chen' ruthlessly crushed the American army.

His statement, if not mentioned, is utterly ridiculous, unless he was lying:
"Even if it's a supernatural being, it needs time to recover and adapt to this era." How will it recover?

The answer is obvious:
Slaughter and battle!

This also aligns with the rules found in countless movies, novels, and comics from island nations: becoming stronger by killing and stealing souls is the underlying premise of almost all supernatural beings.

However, comics are too conservative; even the world-destroying demon king only needs to kill ninety-nine people. This scene is different; the number of people attacked is in the tens of thousands.

In a sense, that's true: the Soul-Soul Fruit is a classic Devil Fruit that allows one to kill, steal souls, and become stronger.

The old woman roamed the seas, destroying nations with ease, and countless people died at her hands.

The countless 'Homies' scattered across the world are built upon the foundation of countless lives.

However, the efficiency of killing became too low, so they directly established nations and made everyone sacrifice one-third of their lifespan in the form of 'taxes'. Even so, the nations still prospered, and countless ordinary people flocked to them because:
In the world of One Piece, most people don't live to be sixty.

Are you using us as 'training troops'?

Director Fujita remained expressionless as he looked at the numerous battles unfolding on the screens before him.

That's fine.

If the other party really goes all out,

Tokyo will become a hellish place today, and the island nation will be declared extinct tomorrow.

They should also seize this opportunity to train their troops: if they could acquire more supernatural beings, perhaps a turning point would come.

As for how slim that chance is?

Let's not delve into it too much.

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Clang!
The naginata slashed down heavily.

The blade even penetrated deep into the steel pipe, pressing down on Iori Ichika, who was hunched over, causing her to suddenly lower her body.

"Kuso!"

After cursing something like "TMD," Iori Kazuka, her face contorted, gritted her teeth and endured it.

Fortunately, she was not fighting alone.
brush,

A crouching figure rushed over from the side, its body almost parallel to the ground!

It is Pegasus's hope.
Snapped,

With a quick grab, he seized the other person's ankle.

Immediately afterward, his body rolled forward using the impact, pressing himself against the other person's legs, and his feet twisted upward.

In the blink of an eye, a head-down, feet-up 'armrest' ground technique was formed.

Simply put, it means wrapping your whole body around the other person's feet!
Paga,

Using the strength of both arms, waist, abdomen, and thighs simultaneously, he twisted the opponent's knee joint with his entire body!
"Roar~~"

With one leg attacked, the monster, dressed as a monk and wielding a naginata, lost his balance and fell.

thud,

The naginata in his hand slammed into the ground, and the monk-demon remained kneeling, refusing to fall.

Whoosh—Bang!

The next second, the swung steel pipe slammed heavily onto the monk's head.

The force of the blow was so great that it even bent the steel pipe; the monk monster's head was thrown back and he fell to the side.

"Nisunai! Nisunai!!"

Having gained the upper hand, Yi Hua, wielding a steel pipe, strode forward and swung the stick to smash the target.

Like raindrops falling, the sounds of ping-pong and banging never ceased.

Thump,

at last,

After being struck more than a dozen times, the monk-demon could no longer withstand the blows and exploded.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh,"

With his chest heaving violently and his breath coming in ragged gasps, Yi Hua glanced at his steel pipe:
This is a high-strength alloy, yet it's now bent into a V-shape; the source of the bend is the crack that was cut open.

Not only that, there were also drops of blood on it.

It was her own blood.

"It's never going to end."

Clang,

Yi Hua, who had dropped the steel pipe and whose palms were bleeding from the intense fighting, leaned against the wall next to him, stubbornly refusing to lie down.

"Huff, hum, hope... huff... can I still hold on?"

"no problem,"

The woman in the tracksuit managed a forced smile as she got up from the ground.

"After injuring my eye, I practiced ground fighting techniques."

The "bedroom technique" is the standard "relentless pursuit," which requires the least visual acuity.

This kind of ground joint technique tests endurance and willpower, and her physical strength is actually the best among them.

"Big Sister"

In front of the house next door, a yakuza who was supporting his body with a metal baseball bat waved.

"Here, we've found a relatively safe place."

"Walk,"

Tenma, hoping to help Iori Ichika along, quickly headed in that direction.

After fighting for a long time, they were almost completely exhausted.

If we don't rest now, we'll work ourselves to death.

"Team leader, when do we retreat?"

Hiding in this house, disregarding the sanctity of private property, the yakuza rummaged through the refrigerator for food and found the first-aid kit; while bandaging themselves and eating, someone couldn't help but ask questions.

"withdraw?"

Letting Tenma hope to bandage his hands, Iori Kazuka rolled her eyes and asked in a harsh tone.

"Where to retreat?"

"This is Tokyo! Are you planning to run off to Hokkaido?"

"Gentlemen, if we can't even hold Tokyo;"

While bandaging Yihua with medical bandages, Tianma hoped to calmly state the facts:

"That island nation is pretty much finished too."

If you want to escape, the only way is to go abroad!
The question is, given the overwhelming force of these supernatural beings, are foreign countries safe?
I'm afraid that's not necessarily true.

(End of this chapter)