A sorcerer? I am a Warhammer psyker.

But how do we get there now? That's the question.

Kenmei Isayama and Mr. Akutabe always drive when they go on missions. But it seems like Yomi-nee doesn't have a vehicle, so will they have to walk? Or ride a shared bicycle?

"neither."

Amused by Xiao Ming's whimsical idea, Isayama Yomi was both laughing and crying. After taking out the slender object wrapped in silk, she discovered it was a sword that looked like a katana.

"We rely on this."

Chapter 27 Devouring Wings

Under the bright moonlight, a massive figure nimbly traversed the city's rooftops, each leap covering at least a hundred meters, leaving deep footprints on the hard reinforced concrete.

Wow, that's fast!

Feeling the high-altitude air currents rushing towards his face, Kenmei Isayama smiled like a child, a rare occurrence for him. Clearly, this was a rather special experience for him.

He spread his arms and leaned back, exposing himself to the chaotic high-altitude air currents so he could better enjoy the coolness of the summer day.

"Idiot, if you don't hold on tight, you'll fall!"

"There's a distance of several hundred meters between here and below; falling down would be certain death."

Upon hearing Isayama Yomi's voice in front of him, Isayama Kenmei had no choice but to sit up straight and stop "shouting," while placing his hand on her shoulder.

He said apologetically

"Sorry, I got a little carried away."

After all, being able to ride a level one cursed spirit on the road is a privilege that no one else in the world has. This made Isayama Kenmei extremely excited.

Isayama Kenmei is currently sitting atop a level-one cursed spirit, feeling the immense cursed power reacting beneath him like a giant furnace, yet it hasn't harmed him in the slightest. This thrill and the absurdity of reality are driving him wild with excitement.

It's not that Kenmei Isayama's spiritual power was so strong that he could suppress a level one cursed spirit, but rather it was thanks to his sister, Yomi Isayama.

Because this is a genuine first-level cursed spirit, its current master is Isayama Yomi.

Unlike the students at Tokyo Jujutsu High School, he didn't have an innate grasp of magic, the art of manipulating objects.

Isayama Yomi relies on the top-grade cursed weapon [Nue], which has been passed down through generations of the Isayama family. There is a legend that it is an evil sword because it is inhabited by a monster from Japanese ghost stories - Nue.

The earliest record of the "Nue" is found in the Tale of the Heike. It is described as having the appearance of a monkey, the body of a tanuki, the limbs of a tiger, and the tail of a snake. It can fly without wings and is considered an ominous symbol.

These characteristics are exactly the same as those of the first-level cursed spirit that Kenmei Isayama is riding. However, the appearance of the cursed spirit is of course even better. Its twelve green eyes can make people tremble and lose their will to resist just by looking at them. It has the thick limbs of an enlarged tiger and sharp claws that can easily tear steel plates.

So it turns out that this legendary monster actually exists. Back then, the ancestors of the Isayama family did not exorcise the "Nue," but instead used special methods to seal it in a sword as a trophy.

With the decline of the Isayama family, the value of this item has become increasingly important, and now it symbolizes the family's wealth and power.

This was the first time Kenmei Isayama had ever seen such a thing, let alone witnessed the cursed spirit residing within it.

Its size was enormous, and Kenmei Isayama felt as flat as if he were sitting on the broad back of an elephant.

It's a pity that the Flesh Hounds consume too much energy, so Isayama Kenmei can't summon them casually. Otherwise, riding these things would be quite cool.

"Xiao Ming, is this the right way?"

Asking the Way of the Yellow Springs at Jianshan

Guided by Kenmei Isayama, as the Nue sped along, the bustling night market gradually disappeared, replaced by darkness, and they had already run into the mountains.

The families of the missing persons had previously reported that the exhibition the 300 people had visited was located in the Ueno Park Museum in Taito Ward, Tokyo.

Taito Ward is one of Tokyo's 23 special wards, and its specialties include leather goods, dolls, toys, and traditional crafts, so it's understandable that an exhibition about the terrifying "terrifying teru teru bozu" would be placed there.

Isayama Yomi focused her investigation on Taitung District, searching every possible hiding place for more than 300 people, but still found nothing. However, based on her intuition, she still felt that the butcher was hiding there.

Because of the large number of people, it was inconvenient to move them. And the fact that the murderer even held a solo art exhibition shows that he has a very flamboyant personality and wants people to recognize his art.

This place was formerly the site of a grain group company in Tokyo. Several huge abandoned grain storage tanks still stand there, looking very desolate and devoid of any artistic atmosphere, which seems to be quite different from what Isayama Yomi had imagined.

And sensing that the ten-minute existence time had passed, the Flesh Hound entered a cooldown phase and finally disappeared at this location.

Kenmei Isayama nodded and replied.

"Sister Huangquan, this should be the place."

"Perhaps the answer lies in opening a grain storage tank."

In Kenmei Isayama's line of sight, he saw a tall grain storage jar, which seemed to contain a considerable amount of magical power, and was even overflowing.

The power of the curse originates from negative emotions; how could such intense hatred not move Kenmei Isayama?

However, Sister Huangquan did not notice anything unusual. The jar was sealed with an isolation spell similar to a tent, which blocked the detection of external magical power.

But it's the power of the curse that's blocking it; what does that have to do with my psychic abilities?

Upon arriving at the scene, Kenmei Isayama channeled his spiritual energy in one breath, like releasing radar waves, continuously radiating outwards from himself to the four directions.

Just like a circle, it builds up the surrounding terrain, canned goods, and everything else, and a detailed mental map is presented at the same time.

Tank number one is a fermentation tower, containing a considerable number of severed limbs and fragments, a truly shocking sight. It's somewhat similar to the process of making fish sauce, where fermentation occurs slowly.

Inside the second jar is a tall altar with a large number of "teru teru bozu" (sunny dolls) hanging together with ropes.

The third tank seems to show signs of life; it might be a place where those unfortunate souls are imprisoned.

In the center of Altar Number Two lay a mangled, bloody figure. The coordinates that Kenmei Isayama sensed were those of the butcher branded by the Flesh Hounds, the target of his mission.

Suddenly, the butcher lying in a pool of blood on the altar, his upper body covered in bite marks, opened his eyes and said through gritted teeth.

"The damn rats have finally arrived."

What exactly was that monster? Not only was it immune to spell attacks, but it also devoured his left hand along with half his body.

"They actually turned me into this."

Excessive blood loss renders even the use of incantations to seal the wound futile; he has reached a point of delirium and must resign himself to his fate.

As a result, the monster disappeared into the air without anyone knowing what happened, giving the "survivor" butcher a little time to exchange last words.

There is nothing that cannot be sacrificed, not even one's own body.

"Death fades, darkness lives on."

After consuming flesh and blood, these terrifying Teru Teru Bozu (Japanese teru teru bozu) began to transform.

Kenmei Isayama's face turned ugly. Something disgusting and densely packed, like army ants, was continuously emerging from the No. 2 can.

Chapter 28 Monster Movies

When Kenmei Isayama used his psychic powers to "see" the butcher's body being engulfed by a considerable number of Teru Teru Bozu dolls, he knew things were going badly.

Something is going to happen!

"Damn it, I should have knocked him out back then."

Kenmei Isayama, relying on the equipment [Endless Blood Hunter], can communicate with the Flesh Hounds on missions and directly command them.

Previously, Kenmei Isayama commanded flesh hounds that could quickly kill a squad of sorcerers.

It was entirely based on the fact that the butcher, on the verge of a mental breakdown, lost his most basic judgment in a moment of panic, and that Kenjiro Isayama allowed the flesh-and-blood hounds to launch a sudden attack.

Its teeth are already sharp enough to shatter the armor of a main battle tank, and breaking human bones would be a piece of cake. Furthermore, the Khorne brass collar around the Fleshhound's neck provides a degree of immunity to cursed attacks; it resides in an alternate dimension, making it immune to both physical and magical attacks.

Therefore, it is easy to kill a curse master who is completely ignorant of the Fleshhounds and terrified.

However, out of consideration, Kenmei Isayama did not deliver the final blow, but instead severely injured him, intending to save the final blow for Yomi-nee.

Because it is necessary to use spells to completely kill an enemy sorcerer or curse master, if the sorcerer dies from an attack other than a spell, the deceased sorcerer will quickly fall into curse spirit due to the influence of the curse power he possessed in life.

This will inevitably trigger a terrible disaster.

"Sister Huangquan, the curse master is dead."

"But he sacrificed his own body to those teru teru bozu dolls."

Kenmei Isayama succinctly recounted what he had seen to Yomi Isayama.

So, what we might do next?

Facing a terrifying cursed spirit

Before Kenmei Isayama could finish speaking, a heavy heartbeat was heard, and the next second, the violent curse power directly shattered the "tent" that the butcher had set up before his death.

Without the barrier of the "tent," he instantly felt a profound malice rushing towards him. Isayama Kenmei crossed his arms in front of him, as if he had experienced a level 10 gale, and the fierce storm of cursed power made it impossible for him to open his eyes.

Judging from the way this curse power erupted, it was no different from the lizard-like curse spirit that Kenmei Isayama encountered last time, which was dealt with by Mr. Akutabe and his team.

This is just a newly born cursed spirit. Once the butcher dies and the cursed spirit adapts to this body, it will become even more terrifying.

The oppressive aura came and went quickly. As soon as Kenmei Isayama opened his eyes, he was drawn to a sudden, distant hissing sound as if metal was being torn apart by something.

All that could be seen were three bone-white spikes emanating powerful crimson curse energy, which pierced straight out from the top of the grain storage jar. They easily twisted the lid open as if opening a jar.

The heavy, massive canopy fell directly to the ground, shattering it and kicking up a huge cloud of dust.

The enormous body that had been lying inside the can seemed to be slowly straightening up. The entire iron can seemed unable to bear the weight inside and was severely deformed, wobbling precariously.

A pair of blood-red eyes shone brightly in the darkness like a lighthouse. When they saw Isayama Kenmei and Isayama Yomi on the hillside not far away, their eyes, which were filled with filth, suddenly lit up.

"It's a sorcerer!"

"I smell the scent of a sorcerer."

The obsessions from its previous life have filled this newborn cursed spirit with resentment towards the two people before it!

All I wanted to do was tear them apart completely.

"Kill you!"

The enormous cursed spirit let out a loud roar, and with just the force of raising its hand, it tore apart the already creaking grain jar that was barely holding on.

Its main body resembles a black "teru teru bozu" (a Japanese doll), but its gaping maw, filled with sharp teeth, is anything but kind.

"Boom—Boom!"

Two heavy claws slammed into the ground, and the moving cursed spirit crept closer from the darkness. Beneath it were not feet, but countless tentacles resembling humanoid bodies writhing on the ground. With each step, the tentacles, unable to withstand the immense pressure, were crushed and mangled, only to regenerate again, leaving bloody marks on the flat sand.

trace.

It looked quite terrifying under the moonlight.

With his heart pounding, Kenmei Isayama really wanted to curse himself to death. If he had just knocked that bastard out cleanly, this mess wouldn't have happened.