Tokyo: The Player Behind the Scenes

In Nobita's eyes, the shield's health bar flickered briefly under the impact, but it immediately returned to full.

However, this emaciated person had no health bar.

It doesn't even have a name.

That's not right. Anyone who shows him hostility should always have a health bar and their name displayed.

Renault also launched a similar attack on the shield, creating tiny ripples on it.

Only Eri was observing her surroundings, seemingly having some thoughts.

"Are you the only cultivators left in this world, those with almost no spiritual energy?" His gaze lingered on Eri for a moment longer. "...Well, it seems I have plenty of time. Let's have some fun together."

The emaciated man paid no attention to the methods used by the group and raised his charred, bony arm.

He chuckled softly, but his voice sounded mournful.

Crash.

The surrounding sea of ​​churning lava suddenly boiled.

One lava monster after another seemed to be summoned, roaring as they crawled out of the lava.

Scorching, viscous lava rolled down from their varied shells, billowing smoke carried the stench of sulfur, and scarlet eyes were fixed on the four people on the field, like hungry wolves stalking a flock of sheep.

Looking around, there are nearly a hundred.

Eri pursed her lips and sighed: "You conserve your strength, leave these to me."

Nobita blinked.

No, if you can take down this many monsters, then you're the main DPS, okay?

We should be the ones solving these problems, and you should be preserving your strength!

Eri seemed to know his general thoughts and added, "My burst of power isn't enough, so I can't help you in other areas, I can only..."

"They've been stopped."

With that, she pressed her hands hard onto the scorching hot earth, and the seeds that had already been sown on the ground struggled to sprout and grow from this lifeless scorched soil.

The amount of power required is enormous for Eri.

"then!"

Hayato was filled with admiration and took out his last bottle of holy spring water, tossing it to Eri.

Eri's eyes lit up, but instead of drinking it herself, she stretched out her arm toward the bottle.

The ivy vines that coiled around her forearm moved with lightning speed, precisely shattering the water bottle in mid-air, scattering the glistening liquid onto the seeds struggling to grow on the ground.

Instantly!

The tender shoots that came into contact with the holy water grew wildly, and their originally pale green color instantly turned into a surging emerald green, as if they had absorbed the essence of life.

Golden sunflowers sprouted from the soil, swaying in the wind. The warm glow emanating from their flower heads dispelled the lingering smell of sulfur.

A refreshing vitality spread like ripples, even slightly reducing the scorching heat.

The sunflowers sway, their roots extending wildly, churning the scorched earth and bringing life-giving soil from deeper within to the surface.

In the blink of an eye, small patches of scorched black dead land centered on the sunflowers quickly lost their scorch marks, revealing moist and healthy brown soil.

"Huh, not bad."

Seeing this, Eri smiled and tossed down a few more seeds.

Having just dealt with an approaching monster, Nobita glanced back and a strange sense of familiarity washed over him.

This is not

clap clap!

More plants are breaking through the soil.

Short, sturdy bean stalks with spray nozzles from split pods.

These giant melons, with their bulging, sturdy bodies, looked quite intimidating.

There were also sharp, barbed thorns and shimmering metallic vines arrayed up in a defensive formation.

He completely snapped. "Are you playing Plants vs. Zombies here?!"

"You guys figure out how to deal with the shields, I'll handle these monsters," Eri said, annoyed that he was still daydreaming.

Nobi quickly came to his senses: "Mori, go and assist Hirosue."

"Understood!" Renault replied readily, this arrangement was exactly what he wanted.

Nobi stared at the motionless figure, his hand hesitating as he reached for the card.

He felt something was wrong.

A strong sense of unease lingered in my mind.

This person may not be Ashiya Dōman.

During the final battle in the game, he never appeared in human form except as the "mother" figure.

But if he wasn't Ashiya Dōman

"You are... Daoman Xiaoche."

Nobita called out that name.

This time, the gaunt figure was more than just stunned.

Beneath that charred, withered skin, something seemed to be writhing and struggling wildly, the subtle undulations of the facial features conveying an intense internal conflict.

"No—!" a venomous roar rang out, "Shut up! Don't mention that name again!"

Just as he roared.

Swish, his health bar appeared before Nobita's eyes.

【Dōman Akatsuki (half-demon, manipulated)】

"Who exactly are you people?! You not only know Ashiya Doman, but you also know Doman Akatsuchi!" Doman Akatsuchi's voice trembled.

Nobi looked at his opponent, who only had a tiny bit of health left, and it seemed like he would die if he hit his ingrown toenail.

However, the problem now is that they simply cannot break through the defenses.

“We not only know these things, but we also know everything about the Doman family: Doman Hikari, Doman Tadashi, and Doman Shigemitsu!” Nobi said, pondering a solution.

He didn't want to waste his precious cards on dealing with Daoman Xiaoche.

"Doman Akatsuki, wake up!" Nobita's voice suddenly rose. "Your goal is to sever Ashiya Doman's power and rebuild Yomi, not to aid and abet evil!"

"No! My mission is to help our ancestors rise above all others!"

Daoman Xiaoche covered his head, trembling violently.

"Leave no one alive, kill them all!" He suddenly looked up, his empty eye sockets burning with the obsession he had been instilled with.

More monsters emerged from the lava; Nobi roughly counted them and found that there were fewer overall than in the first wave.

At least we can be sure that the number of monsters of these levels is not the kind that you can't see at a glance and feel hopeless.

But these more than one hundred monsters still almost overwhelmed them.

Nobita had no choice but to use cards, otherwise he wouldn't have survived until he faced Ashiya Doman.

However, at this moment, the belated demonic mist finally arrived, descending from the sky. A gust of black wind swept through, instantly engulfing several demons.

“I know where the shield’s weakness is.” Iwasaki’s figure, clad in a black robe, materialized in the dissipating black wind, and looked at Nobita and Hayato. “I’ll mark you, attack in sync.”

With a flick of his wrist, two black dots appeared on Daoman Xiaoche's shield.

Nobi understood immediately, gripped his sword tightly, and followed with a swift step. Hayato, with a bit of tacit understanding, rushed towards the last marker.

At the same time, a warning ring, resembling a laser guide ring, silently lit up on the scorched earth beneath Dao Manxiaoche's feet, its center clearly locked onto his position, but it was barely noticeable amidst the ripples of red light emanating from the shield.

"You are struggling in vain," Dao Manxiaoche said indifferently, and simply ordered more monsters to take this opportunity to attack the three of them.

"...6, 5, 4"

Iwasaki's gaze remained calm as he manipulated his mage hand to control the flying needles, attacking the same point.

"Two, one."

Thump—Click!

A figure broke the sound barrier and descended from the sky, crashing down with tremendous force directly above Dao Manxiaoche's shield.

Daoman Xiaoche didn't even have time to look up before the shield above, whose power had been dispersed, was shattered by the force in that instant.

An invisible shockwave erupted violently in a ring shape, and the violent airflow instantly blew away the surging monster horde, greatly relieving the pressure.

"Hoho. Island?" Pushing aside the dust, Renault was somewhat puzzled. Wasn't he supposed to be on cooldown, waiting in the back?

Nobita's face showed no surprise, but rather a knowing look of understanding.

"Rapid Cooling Card, a game reward," Nobita explained to Renault in a private message.

This is his main trump card in today's battle.

He originally had three cards, and before he came, the island gave him two more, which should be a reward for clearing "The Pact of the Underworld".

It seems he kept one copy for himself, just in case he needed it.

What brought him to the vicinity was probably the demonic mist.

Oshima, glowing brightly, pinned Doman Akatsuki beneath him. He had gathered a large amount of gratitude points to break through this shield.

Even so, he was still injured, and large amounts of blood splattered on the skin of Daoman Xiaoche beneath him, mixing into a strange color.

"Daoman. Xiaoche".

Oshima was probably the one with the most complicated feelings among everyone present.

"on you"

The bloodstains spilled by Oshima were slowly absorbed by Doman Akatsuki's skin. He seemed to have briefly broken free from some kind of manipulation and regained his clarity. His dark eyes stared straight at Oshima's masked face.

"Yes." Oshima didn't let him continue and admitted it directly.

With a look of shame on his face, Daoman Xiaoche sighed softly, "I'm sorry. I thought I could sever the Daoman family's fate through me, but it seems I have failed."

"It is my honor that you can grant me liberation. But it is impossible for you to kill Ashiya Doman. For hundreds of years, he has been able to feed on all the evils of the world. His malice is inexhaustible, and his life force never stops."

Oshima shook his head: "We have no way to escape now, and we will not sit idly by and wait for our doom."

Dao Manxiaoche smiled and said, "Remember this: all demons will eventually be eradicated, and good and evil reside in the human heart. Unfortunately, I realized this too late."

"I hope that the fate of the Doman family can end in your hands."

After saying that, his body slowly stiffened and shattered.

Then, the earth trembled, and Mount Fuji finally revealed its most ferocious and terrifying side.

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Chapter 249: Ancestors Die

The monsters roared to the sky, as if celebrating the awakening of a true king.

The mountain roared, and lava burst forth in countless dazzling orange-red pillars of light, sparking fireworks.

Rumble!

More than a dozen giant tentacles suddenly burst open the mountain and were pulled out of the boiling magma.

At the tips of the tentacles were terrifying demons, writhing and roaring wildly in mid-air.

An enormous shadow descended, completely engulfing the tiny people below the mountain.

That's more like it.

This image at least matches Ashiya Dōman's form in the final battle of "The Promise of the Underworld".

The difference is that back then there were only a few demonic tentacles, but now there are more than ten, and they are obviously much more ferocious.

The Ashiya Doman they are now dealing with is clearly much more difficult than Doman Akatsuchi was before. More importantly, they do not have any formations to protect them.

Nobi Tomoyoshi looked up at the overwhelming, demonic shadow, and in his eyes, a long, despairing bloodline appeared above the churning lava of Mount Fuji.