A sorcerer? I am a Warhammer psyker.

Kenmei Isayama released the trigger and moved the barrel aside. Inside, the solid spherical core had shattered into pieces, and a thick, blood-red liquid gushed out.

【Pregnition】One of the prophecy-based psionic spells, as the name suggests, is a spell that predicts the weaknesses of an enemy.

Cost: Determined based on the strength of the object of the prophecy.

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This cursed spirit, formed from the depravity of a little devil, is powerful enough to cause Kenmei Isayama to consume fifty points of mana per second.

Kenmei Isayama looked at his red-hot gun barrel and wondered if it would be better to replace it with a red-hot crowbar.

Chapter 83 The Extra Tattoo

The enormous black pool was calm and still, its surface covered with a large number of cherry blossom petals, a mixture of inky black filth and thick sludge.

Above the terrifying lake where countless vengeful spirits groaned, a girl dressed in a deep red shrine maiden's robe stood on the surface. Her long, jet-black hair was coiled at the back of her head, revealing her slender, snow-white neck. Two cherry blossom petals, as thin as cicada wings, adorned her hair bun.

The girl, barefoot, walked on the lake, her gorgeous shrine maiden outfit fluttering in the breeze as if blood were flowing over her body.

Although the girl was beautiful, the stiffness in her movements made her seem more like a corpse than a person.

As she slowly walked towards the center of the lake, ripples spread across the surface, as if something beneath the water was awakening.

Soon, ten terrifyingly bright red coffins appeared on the dark water surrounding the girl, slowly rising from the bottom of the water. The filthy, viscous water in the pool flowed down the surface of the decaying coffins.

These coffins all shared a common characteristic: they were utterly decayed, with the coffins rotten and the inside mostly filled with blood-red crystals.

If Kenmei Isayama were here, he would discover that these crystals are composed of an extremely high concentration of "Sesshoseki" (killing stone).

Some of the beings inside the coffins were still asleep and motionless, but the coffin facing the girl, with a special emblem engraved on its surface, was slowly trembling.

From the broken coffin, one can see a murky, dull, and lifeless eye slowly opening deep within the crystal encased in the "Sessho-seki".

"Liu is dead, Zi."

The moment that old, deep voice opened its mouth, the lake became extremely turbulent and turbulent.

Although the tone didn't reveal any change in emotion, it certainly sounded like an interrogation.

"His soul and the vessel died together, something that has never happened in a thousand years."

Upon hearing this, the girl, whose expression had remained calm, finally showed a slight change in her demeanor. A fleeting look of envy crossed her eyes, as if she were yearning for the relief of death.

There were originally twelve coffins here, one for her and one for the white-haired little ghost who was completely killed by Kenmei Isayama.

The vessel's name in life was Sanzukawa Kazuhiro, and the soul occupying the vessel was Liu.

But the coffin that carried Liu's soul was completely shattered and forever sunk to the deepest part of the abyss.

"It's my responsibility."

Zi spoke, her voice filled with an ethereal quality.

"That vessel has just completed the 'ritual' [physical insemination] and is not yet able to bear my power; just activating the spell puts my body on the verge of collapse."

"That's not a reason!"

Zi was still explaining when she was immediately interrupted by the third coffin on the side, the sharp sound like a cat jumping up and down when its tail was stepped on.

"During the ritual of the Divine Child."

"Enough, you witch."

"Liu's death is a lesson."

The coffin that spoke first seemed quite displeased and interrupted him as well.

"Zi, let's not create any unnecessary trouble while we are still recovering."

"I can sense that the outside world has undergone tremendous changes."

At this very moment, above the black pool, a Kagura bell, seemingly from nowhere, is emitting a clear, low chime.

With each soft ring of the bell, a petal slowly falls, transforming into a wisp of red mist in mid-air and dissipating.

Jingle Bell.

"boss?"

Isayama Kenmei was wondering why he suddenly heard a very pleasant and inexplicably familiar ringtone, but when he heard Fushiguro Shigeji's voice, he immediately came to his senses.

"Oh, nothing, I was just spacing out."

Looking out at the distant ruins of what was once Sister Ming's mansion, now filled with police tape and vehicles, one could see that the area was now a cordon.

"Uncle, you should go back now."

Kenmei Isayama, mingling in the crowd, spoke to Jinji Fushiguro beside him.

"Thank you for your hard work these days."

Although Kenmei Isayama made Shigehiro Fushiguro sign that inhuman contract, there was no need to keep him with it forever.

With.

The contract merely served as a bridge, allowing Kenmei Isayama to issue orders to Shigeji Fushiguro when necessary.

Normally, Kenmei Isayama thinks it's best to let Fushiguro Jinji live his life as usual.

At the very least, one should completely distance oneself from Kenmei Isayama's social circle; associating with the infamous "Heaven and Tyrant" of the sorcery world would be too conspicuous.

Furthermore, Fukushige has too many enemies, and most people keep quiet because of his strength. If Kenmei Isayama doesn't want to get caught in the crossfire, he should keep his distance.

Kenmei Isayama was used to living alone, and he felt quite uncomfortable having someone around.

Finding Fuheshchen as a henchman was purely accidental, not an unplanned event.

It would be great if it were a big guy like "Uncle Lan" who doesn't talk but just does things quietly, but Fuheishen is a living person and an uncle, so it would be strange to have him move here.

"Contact me if you need anything, boss."

Fuheishen was quite decisive. He shoved his hands into his pockets, hunched over with a roguish air, and left without looking back.

"So the rumors were all true."

Isayama Kenmei watched as he made a phone call and a valuable sports car arrived shortly afterward. Through the car window, he could see that the driver was a mature older woman. As soon as Fukushige got into the car, the woman couldn't wait to kiss him.

Then the car sped off and disappeared down the street in a rather dashing manner, leaving behind a group of onlookers who were questioning their lives, wondering "why rich women don't like them."

Besides being a ruthless killer, Fuhesh was also known for his womanizing ways.

Kenmei Isayama didn't say anything about his subordinates' private lives, since it was after get off work hours.

Kenmei Isayama shook his head and hailed a taxi at the intersection.

"Hello, driver, please go to xx Avenue, Nakano Ward."

"Oh, troublesome."

The clues on that white-haired brat were completely severed; Isayama Kenmei had clearly preserved a bit of the brain tissue, but he gained nothing.

It's as if all traces have been buried, leaving nothing behind. Otherwise, obtaining the Killing Stone would be another quick way to acquire points.

Kenmei Isayama rolled up his sleeve and showed a disgusted expression to his arm. At this moment, there was a blood-red tattoo on the outside of his arm that resembled cherry blossom petals, with the two cherry blossom patterns being particularly clear.

This was a cherry blossom petal mark that Isayama Kenmei had made for some unknown reason, and after killing that white-haired brat, an extra petal appeared.

Kenmei Isayama wasn't without a way to get rid of this thing, but he needed to know what it was so he could make plans in advance.

Before seeking professional advice, Kenmei Isayama had to visit the main branch of the Isayama family.

Chapter 84 "Missing" and "Death"

Chapter 84 "Missing" = "Death"

"It's been so long since I've had coffee made by Aunt Yang. I'm really looking forward to it."

Kenmei Isayama was in a European-style living room, while a figure was busy in the open kitchen.

Who would have thought that this house is already four hundred years old? Unlike other long-established families, the interior decoration style of the Isayama family is not simple and rustic, but rather exquisite and luxurious in a European style.

This is mainly because Isayama Kenmei, who looks only forty years old but is actually over sixty, likes this kind of style.

Isayama Kenmei's uncle, Isayama Naraku, dressed like a proper gentleman even at home, complete with a suit, vest, black trousers, leather shoes, white gloves, and a cane.

He was a burly man, but the scar at the corner of his right eye was quite noticeable, giving him a serious yet somewhat fierce look.

Isayama Naraku exuded an aura of authority that commanded respect without anger, but Isayama Kenmei had known his uncle for over ten years and knew that he was actually a gentle elder who just appeared fierce.

Unlike his second uncle, Isayama Yu, who always had a stern face and would interrupt Isayama Kenmei, often scolding him from the perspective of an elder.

However, Kenmei Isayama could not say anything more about the matter of Mei Isayama.

The choice of the family heir is not for Kenmei Isayama, a child brought back from outside, to dictate.

"Young Master Xianming, you really know how to talk."

Aunt He Yang, who was hand-grinding coffee, spoke with a smile. The spirited woman with a single ponytail, dressed in a butler-like uniform, laughed as she spoke.

Aunt He Yang is the housekeeper of the Isayama family's main branch. She is about forty years old. Because Isayama Kenmei's uncle, Isayama Naraku, was seriously injured in an exorcism, his legs became inconvenient, so he needed someone to take care of him.

"The master's black coffee, and the young master's coconut latte."

"Thank you."

Kenmei Isayama accepted the coffee from her and thanked her. He now preferred something sweeter than bitter. Life was already so bitter; wouldn't it be too cruel to subject his taste buds to further torment?

"If Young Master Xianming could visit Master and Miss more often, I believe they would be very happy."

When Kazuo placed the teacup in front of Isayama Naraku and Isayama Kenmei, he couldn't help but say something.

"Kayang!"

Sitting next to Kenmei Isayama, Naraku Isayama, who was drinking coffee, glared at her angrily.

"Hahaha, Aunt Yang has a cake in her fridge."

"I bought these before I left home; there's one for everyone."

Most of the servants in the Isayama household were people Isayama Kenmei had worked for when he was a child, so he was familiar with them.

"Then thank you very much, Young Master Xianming."

Kazuo took the cake and thanked Kenmei Isayama.