A sorcerer? I am a Warhammer psyker.

But it was too late for regrets now. Another cursed spirit, representing a huge number of points but exceeding the level that Kenmei Isayama could handle, appeared in front of him.

"Sister Huang Quan, let's do this temporarily for now."

Because Mr. Akutabe had always instilled in Kenmei Isayama the idea that when you see a cursed spirit that is beyond your ability, there is only one choice: to run.

Retreat and await support.

However, when Kenmei Isayama sensed the surging and terrifying magical energy fluctuations around him, he swallowed his words.

The girl's youthful and delicate face made Kenmei Isayama subconsciously overlook the fact that the person beside him was actually at the peak of her strength, a true first-level sorcerer.

He didn't need any rescue; he had the strongest and most powerful support right beside him.

Isayama Yomi stood in front of Isayama Kenmei without changing his expression, his violet-colored curse power boiling like water.

The girl drew her katana once more, and a flash of red light seemed to appear on the cold blade under the moonlight.

With a roar!

A terrifying lion's roar, powerful enough to freeze a soul, echoed once more through the canyon, completely drowning out the crazed voice of the cursed spirit.

Before Isayama Kenmei's astonished eyes, a gigantic black figure, even more robust than the cursed spirit transformed from the butcher, appeared suddenly before the cursed spirit, exuding the aura of a ferocious tiger, and pounced straight on it.

The cursed spirit was inevitably knocked to the ground, its heavy body crushing the other two grain jars. Another enormous beast opened its blood-red maw, also full of sharp teeth, and began to tear at it with all its might.

On the field, crimson and violet-like magical powers intertwined, each collision producing earthquake-like tremors. Hard rocks were easily shattered, and the terrain was constantly changing.

Two enormous monsters were engaged in a primal battle right before my eyes, giving Kenmei Isayama the feeling that a scene from a monster movie was unfolding right before his eyes.

Isayama Yomi fully unleashed the power of [Nue], allowing it to enter battle form. Its physique, attack power, strength, and speed far surpassed the riding form that Isayama Kenmei had previously used.

"Xiao Ming, stay away from here."

Isayama Yomi's fair fingers made several gestures with incredible speed.

"Born of darkness, and darkest of darkness; all filth and defilement are cleansed."

Soon, from a very high place in the sky, a pitch-black canopy descended, completely isolating this place from the world.

The "tent" prevents humans from seeing everything that happens here. It is a means of concealing the existence of cursed spirits and a required course for every sorcerer.

"I will exorcise this cursed spirit."

Chapter 29 Key-type Special Items

[Absorbable spell power discovered, points +8900]

As the "tent" in the sky dissipated, the scene inside reappeared in reality.

The former grain processing plant is gone, and only metal fragments can be vaguely seen. The entire valley looks like it has been plowed over by hundreds of excavators and bulldozers, with scratches and potholes everywhere.

Beneath a piece of broken sheet metal, buried deep in the soil, lay a teru teru bozu (a Japanese doll that doesn't dare to move), its head upside down in the ground, yet it remained completely still.

"I never expected I would have a backup plan, using the soul-splitting technique to split my soul in advance!"

The dirty doll's face showed a deep, human-like resentment, and it gritted its teeth.

"What exactly is the origin of that dead dog?"

The Bloodhand Butcher didn't die at first; he was forced to give up his own flesh and blood due to the severe bites from the Flesh Hounds, and instead entrusted his soul to a teru teru bozu (a Japanese doll made by himself).

What he didn't know was that this precisely neutralized the mark left by the flesh-and-blood hound on him; the mark would disappear once his heart stopped and his body died.

The giant teru teru bozu monster outside looks like a cursed spirit that has turned into a cursed master after death. In fact, it is the result of the Butcher's accumulated spells over the past twenty years. All the cursed power he has accumulated over the years was consumed in the battle just now.

The situation was dire. Just as the "Cursed Spirit" was about to be disemboweled by the [Nue], the [Nue] used the Cursed Spirit's body as cover to quickly dive into the soil from behind.

"Damn sorcerer! He actually forced me into such a miserable situation."

He was going to make some tough threats, but he absolutely wouldn't dare let the butcher face that little brat again.

The duel just now had completely shattered his pride as a curse master. How could there be a human capable of controlling a level one curse spirit, and with such sharp swordsmanship?

The butcher never wants to experience that feeling of skin being torn open again.

Damn it, a freak from the Gojo family has appeared. Life is already hard enough for us curse masters, and all we want to do is spread fear.

Creating disasters in front of ordinary people and letting the curses they bear absorb negative emotions is a specialty of curse masters.

The butcher's curse comes from a legend that has been passed down for thousands of years.

It originated from a monk who was said to be able to stop continuous torrential rain by singing, which caught the attention of a member of the royal family.

Just then, Tokyo was hit by a torrential downpour, the heaviest in decades. This man of high status sought out the monk, hoping that his singing could stop the rain.

But will this rain ever stop?

The first attempt failed, and the nobleman, feeling cheated, sent someone to cut off the monk's hands. The second attempt failed, and the monk lost both legs. The third time, the nobleman no longer wanted to listen to his singing, so he cut off his head, wrapped it in a white cloth, and hung it under the eaves of the temple, saying that this way the heavens could hear his singing clearly.

As a result, the rain lessened, and the nobles were overjoyed to find the secret to summoning sunshine.

So, the eaves of the entire temple were covered with heads wrapped in white cloth, swaying back and forth, and soon the sky cleared up.

The temple, once adorned with dolls, was now deserted, overgrown with weeds and trees. Only in the temple's well could one see the remains of severed human hands and feet.

In ancient times, the lives of those in power could be decided in a single moment. This was the curse that the butcher bore: "The teru teru bozu (a doll made of teru teru bozu) contains a corpse."

If everyone in this city fears the Teru Teru Bozu doll, then the terrifying power will amplify the Butcher's curse, perhaps even allowing him to reach that level of power.

Unfortunately, before the business was even halfway through, all the hard work of the past twenty years was destroyed in an instant.

It's impossible to say there was no resentment. The Sunny Doll probably didn't even realize that, in its emotional fluctuations, it inadvertently leaked a trace of its curse power.

"What's wrong, Xiao Ming?"

Suppressing the battle-form [Nue] back into the cursed tool clearly took a toll on Izayama Yomi than the battle itself; her face paled, and she looked somewhat sickly.

"Sister Huangquan, please wait for me a moment."

Isayama Kenmei initially found it strange, since the monster from before must have been a level one cursed spirit, but he had also noticed the points he gained at the beginning.

Only 8900 points.

It's far less than the level one cursed spirit that Kenmei Isayama killed last time, losing a full 1100 points.

The one that Sister Huangquan fought was clearly far stronger than the other one, yet Isayama Kenmei gained fewer points. If he didn't know that the system's recycling of curse power was done without intermediaries, he would have almost suspected that there were handling fees involved.

Therefore, there must be something he doesn't know about this, and the fleeting strange fluctuation of magical power just now confirmed Isayama Kenmei's thoughts.

"If I'm not mistaken, there might be some that slipped through the net."

Upon hearing Xiaoming's words, even though there was only a barren field in front of her, the pale-faced Isayama Yomi immediately tried to draw her blade again to guard her surroundings, but a broad hand quickly grasped her fist, preventing Yomi from drawing the sword.

"Sister Huang Quan, you were exhausted from the battle just now. Take a rest and don't push yourself too hard."

Kenmei Isayama shook his head at her.

"So let me handle this one. You don't need to deal with these small fry."

If that thing had the power, it would definitely not have let go of this opportunity when it saw Sister Huang Quan so weak.

But there has been no further movement so far, it seems as if they are hiding their intention to wait until Kenmei Isayama and Yomi leave.

Although both were at their last gasp, Kenmei Isayama was still confident that they could go toe-to-toe.

Kenmei Isayama used the most direct method: covering his eyes with psychic energy to observe this scarred desert.

Soon, a teru teru bozu (a Japanese doll) surrounded by black magical energy and stuck upside down in the soil appeared. Despite having minimized the fluctuations of the magical energy to the greatest extent possible, even fooling Isayama Yomi, it still could not deceive the "Eye of Truth-Deception" and had nowhere to hide.

Kenmei Isayama crouched down, his palms touching the ground, dark blue spiritual energy gradually surging at his fingertips, with faint sparks of electricity visible.

Then release it all at once into the ground!

A flash of lightning, accompanied by a hissing sound, and the land in front of Kenmei Isayama was completely covered by his spiritual energy, emitting a blue light.

The spot where the butcher stood was a place that Kenmei Isayama particularly favored.

[Curse power discovered, points +1300] Upon hearing this, Kenmei Isayama knew that the mission was complete.

After the psionic energy supply was abandoned, the area began to smell of burning, and wisps of smoke slowly rose from where the teru teru bozu had been buried.

After the teru teru bozu (a Japanese doll symbolizing good weather) was dealt with, dark clouds filled the night sky. As the first drop of rain fell, a torrential downpour began, and Tokyo was soon covered by a deluge of rain.

Special equipment, such as keys, has been detected. Do you wish to claim it?

Although somewhat surprised, Kenmei Isayama did not hesitate and immediately clicked "confirm".

So his system inventory showed that the number of occupied slots increased by 1, and a teru teru bozu (sunny doll) icon appeared.

Thank you for the two monthly tickets for speaking morally.

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Chapter 30 Temple of All Beings

It was late at night, and the rain was still falling in Tokyo.

"Xiao Ming, you've worked hard today."

"No, it's Sister Huang Quan."

Holding a black umbrella, Kenmei Isayama waved goodbye to the departing black Audi A8, and only went into his house after the taillights were out of sight.

Goodnight, Sister Huangquan.

Because the mission was completed by successfully executing the curse master on the kill order, Sister Huangquan still had to return to the Cursed Sorcerer Association to report for duty.

"The Dog Shit Spellcaster Association"

Kenmei Isayama cursed.

Once the door was closed and he was completely isolated from the outside world, he breathed a sigh of relief, but this was not the end of the story.

Huang Quan's previous visit served as a reminder to Isayama Kenmei that he needed to thoroughly inspect the house before completely relaxing.

The seal in the basement is intact, and my sister is healthy. There is no one else in the three floors above the house except for Kenmei Isayama. After removing the four low-level cursed spirits that had accidentally entered the house.

"OK."

Isayama Kenmei suddenly felt an overwhelming sense of exhaustion. He rubbed his aching shoulders, went to the kitchen, opened the refrigerator, took out a large gulp of chilled barley tea, and drank it down.