A person in Tokyo becomes a demon god

Chapter 86 Multinational Allied Forces Enter Osaka

Buzzing

One after another, V-22 tiltrotor aircraft glided across the night sky, speeding towards Osaka.

"Aren't these supernatural disasters happening far too frequently?"

Inside the cabin, the clay doll 'Sato Kazuma', who had just recovered, couldn't help but complain.

It's utterly inhumane to send someone like him, a seriously wounded soldier, to the battlefield.

"Sorry, Kazuma-kun."

The team leader, Miyako Hana, was speechless at this.

“Those ‘monsters’ are immune to physical attacks. The only ones in the island nation that can be called ‘high-end combat forces’ are you all. We can only make things harder for you.”

Even she, the 'section chief' of the on-site countermeasures department, had no choice but to personally go to the front lines.

"There's still some time. If you'd like to rest..."

But how many people can get a good rest on a bumpy plane?
The V-22 tiltrotor aircraft they were traveling in, commonly known as the Osprey, was relatively stable; however, it was not a large passenger plane, and turbulence during the flight was unavoidable. In such situations, they could still rest.
There was only a rope tied to the cabin, and Yamoto was lying on it.

The girl, whose body possesses superhuman flexibility and balance, is sleeping.

"Hey,"

It's clearly already a clay figurine.

Kazuma Sato still feels anxious, tired, and mentally exhausted: many times he forgets the fact that he is already 'dead'.

"By the way, Ms. Inoue."

Since he had nothing better to do, Kazuma turned to ask the girl who was maintaining her pistol.

"I heard you have a good relationship with that 'princess,' could you perhaps ask them to send troops to help you or something?"

Kazuma Sato was 'instantly killed' at the start and remained dead until the end of the battle; but he was still a 'high-end combatant', and afterwards he learned about what happened and the outcome from video footage and other people's accounts.

That 'Silver Knights' are so powerful; if those people were to help them—

"They went back after the banquet."

Kaori Inoue closed the magazine and answered Kazuma Sato's question.

"Besides, others have no obligation to help us fight, right?"

Most importantly, the island nation can't afford the compensation!

The Silvershine Kingdom was peaceful and prosperous. The king was wise and the prince was brilliant and brave. The knights were quite powerful. There was also a great food country nearby. As a result, there was no need for anything.

You can't exactly sell leaves to them, can you?

The problems that countries face now are similar to those of the Age of Exploration.

However, their powerful ships and cannons, let alone whether they can be deployed in a 'fairy tale'; Prince Silver has already performed the feat of trampling Yokosuka.

"That's it,"

The clay figure scratched its head.

"Regarding the issue of reinforcements, you need not worry."

Seeing that the atmosphere in the airport was somewhat tense, Miya Kana spoke up to comfort her.

"Last time it was caught off guard, but this time we have a lot of reinforcements to help us, so we won't put you in too much trouble."

What Miya Hana said was true, because in addition to their group, all sorts of transport planes were heading this way from ports all over the island: Mi-26 'Halo', CH-47 transport helicopters, NH90s, and so on.

Numerous transport planes arrived from all directions, converging on Osaka, the 'ancient capital'.

Wow, this is going to be really exciting!

Iori Kazuka, holding a steel pipe, jumped down from the transport helicopter hovering atop the building and looked around with great interest.

The night view of Osaka is not much different from that of Tokyo; however, the sky is filled with shimmering lights.

Those were all kinds of armed transport planes.

Many high-rise buildings in Osaka already have helipads, and with the addition of open spaces such as schools, stadiums, parks, and squares, transport planes of various types landed one after another, and fully armed 'combatants' jumped off the planes and began to form military formations amidst various slogans.

That's right, it's a military formation.

What broke out in Osaka was a supernatural disaster similar to the 'Night Parade of One Hundred Demons' in Tokyo.

Similarly, no physical attack has any effect; only melee combat with cold weapons is possible—and even cold weapons become ineffective if they exceed a certain length.

"Guns and cannons are useless?"

call,

In the classic trilled 'r' sound,
A burly officer with a full beard roared and waved his arm.

"Then let's show them the might of the Slavs with our fists and feet, hurrah—"

"Ula!"

"Hurrah!!"

The other soldiers waved their arms and shouted, while taking out their wine jugs and taking a sip.

According to intelligence from the island nation, the more 'heroic' you are, the more damage you can inflict on these monsters: it's practically tailor-made for their Russian ancestors.

Soon, a group of drunken lunatics—no, they were valiant Slavic warriors—eagerly rushed toward the monster in the city!

"Hmph, barbarian."

The English commander looked at all this with disdain as he watched it on the tactical tablet.

The commander turned his horse around and glanced at his subordinates.

"Gentlemen,"

"This is an opportunity."

Since guns and cannons were useless, and given the urban warfare, the English simply sent over a cavalry force.

That's right, the English are all cavalry: because they like to use the ancient military force of 'mounted police' to suppress domestic protests and demonstrations, they can now seamlessly switch roles.

"This is an opportunity to restore England's glory and the chivalry's honor!"

The sight of the 'Silver Knights' from the fairytale kingdom sweeping across the America base in Yokosuka has ignited a burning passion in countries around the world, as seen through satellites and drones.

If we could master supernatural powers and establish trade with the 'Silver Knights', we might be able to restore our former glory.

and so--

"We will win this battle."

Clang, clang, clang, clang, clang!

A series of sounds rang out as the English Royal Knights, lined up on horseback, drew their swords.

"Must win!"

"Must win!"

"Victory is certain!" *Tap tap tap*

Accompanied by the rapid sound of horses' hooves,

The cavalry, lined up in neat rows, began their charge through the streets of Osaka.

This was the standard 'wall charge,' later superseded by firearms, but these monsters weren't without fire—

boom! !

A ball of eerie blue fire flew in.

The royal knights who charged down the street were blown to pieces.

"I hate it, I hate it so much!"

A man covered in festering sores, dressed in tattered clothes, and with disheveled hair squatted on the rooftop in front of him, his eyes gleaming with lamplight and his breath emitting eerie blue flames; he appeared destitute, but judging from the strips of cloth on his clothes, he must have once been a high-ranking official.

"hatred--!!"

With a swift movement, another dark blue fireball, the size of a human head, hurtled towards the English cavalry like a cannonball.

"Everyone be careful, this should be 'Yinmo Luo'."

A warning came through the earpiece from an expert from the island nation.
"It originates from the souls of the deceased who were not adequately cared for, or from the spirits of men who harbored strong resentment during their lifetime."

"What's your weakness? Tell me your weakness!"

The cavalry commander had no interest in hearing any 'foreign folk tales'; he only wanted to know the monster's weaknesses.

"weakness?"

The person on the other end paused, thought for a moment, and then replied:

"As long as the body of the deceased is found and offered sacrifices, the resentment can be resolved."

? !
"Shit!"

Even the English commander, known for his 'gentlemanly' manners, couldn't help but curse.

In this situation, where do you find the other person's body?
"First and third squads, detour!"

Then hit!
Fight until the opponent disappears.

Those who could be sent to the island nation by various countries were naturally the 'brave' people selected through layers of screening; as these people entered the battlefield, they immediately engaged in a lively battle with monsters from all over the world.

"Not bad, it looks like tonight's battle will be much easier."

Watching the battles in other areas through her tablet, Miyako Hana nodded slightly in satisfaction.

She was also injured, so she avoided fighting if possible. Supernatural beings do have strong regenerative abilities, but they can't withstand such frequent battles.

"Ok?"

The finger paused.
The tablet's screen stopped on an army.

"This army,"

Kaori Inoue's gaze fell on the tablet, which displayed a group of soldiers dressed in blast suits and wielding shields, axes, and harpoons. They moved in an orderly fashion, forming small military formations, supporting each other as they divided, surrounded, and eliminated monsters.

"Very powerful ah."

What makes them stand out is their dark skin.

"Which African country's army is this?"

When asked by Kaori Inoue, Kana Mitani shook her head.

"no,"

"This is the French army."

? ?
"The French foreign mercenaries are quite something."

Inspector Fujita, who was stationed in Tokyo, also noticed that this army was different from the drunken, coughing, and valiant Russians; nor were they like the English, who were obsessed with military formations. These French foreign mercenaries were clearly experienced hunters, and they were completely adept at fighting such small-scale skirmishes.

As for the other countries, such as San Dezi who is secretly conducting experiments and Italy, which is hiding in a corner, the director doesn't care, as long as they are there.

Anyway, those monsters will find their way there on their own—huh?!
"Kana?"

"Hana! Please respond if you hear me!"

He pressed the earpiece, but no matter how much Director Fujita shouted, the 'supernatural team' led by Miya Kana was shrouded in a gray-black mist.

Damn it!

His face darkened.

Without a doubt, it's like Osaka's 'Nine Most Haunted Places' have come after Hana's team!

I hope nothing bad happens to them: putting aside personal relationships, the Metropolitan Police Department only has a few supernatural entities in its hands right now, and they can't afford to lose them.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

"Ok?"

"It's getting foggy"

"Be careful, this is a sign that a cursed place has appeared in Osaka!"

As the team leader, Miyako Kana knew more than the others and immediately explained:
"This year's 'Night Parade of One Hundred Demons' is different from the last one. There will be large-scale supernatural disasters called 'ominous sites': an area will turn into a legendary ominous site in Osaka."

"Look over there,"

The boisterous clay figure raised its hand and pointed in the direction he was facing.

Opposite him, a grove of trees had appeared out of nowhere: the trees were straight and tall; the ground was barren, with only a wooden platform standing there.

The logs were tied together with hemp rope to form a simple wooden platform about half a person's height. Standing on the platform was a burly man with a round body, protruding belly, gray-black face, pursed lips, and a small black mustache, wearing blue cloth trousers and a jacket.

The burly man held a katana.

With thick body hair and a fierce appearance, he first took a sip of water, then sprayed it onto his katana with a "pfft".

"Bring the prisoner here!"

With a shout from the burly man

Immediately, two gloomy-looking servants, carrying or rather dragging a girl in a school uniform, onto the wooden platform.

The girl's head was covered by a straw bag, but it was not difficult to identify her from her distinctive school uniform:
"Is that someone from our school?!"

The short-haired girl, Yamoto, was startled, but what surprised her even more was:

brush,

The fierce-looking man ripped open the straw bag, and the 'prisoner's' lifeless face looked exactly like Yamoto's.

"Killing one's own parents is a heinous crime punishable by death!"

Just as the short-haired girl Yamoto felt a chill run down her spine, the burly man on the wooden platform brought down his knife!
Heads rolled down

puff!
Everything went black.
Yabu, known for his ability to dodge attacks, suddenly swayed, blood flowing from his mouth and nose.

(End of this chapter)