I don't want to be a heroic spirit

On the retracted arm, a mouth was still chewing a broken arm, while the girl with glasses was thinking about Nura Rikuo so much that her whole body twisted strangely.

"Come quickly, come quickly, Nura Rikuo... Your hand that grips the blade, your hot beating heart, your sharp and beautiful eyes... I want to... I want to swallow you all into my stomach! I want to merge with you quickly!"

She fantasized, she coveted, she fell into her own desires, she fell into her own fantasies.

Then... a voice suddenly interrupted her fantasy.

"Mmmmm... Mmmmm! Such intense and burning emotions! At such a close distance, I feel like I'm about to be burned! The hungry eaters, the corpse intestines cursed by the ghost stories, the black evil power is spreading! Hehehe!"

544

Chapter 544: Were you just...scared of me?

"Mmmmm... Mmmmm! Such intense and burning emotions! At such a close distance, I feel like I'm about to be burned! The hungry eaters, the corpse intestines cursed by strange stories, the black evil power is spreading endlessly! Hehehe!"

"Who! Who!"

Suddenly, malicious words rang in her ears, causing the girl with glasses to shudder. The bone-chilling coldness extended from the top of her head to the soles of her feet.

The arms covered with mouths swept around like a whip, but the glasses girl's subconscious action had no effect.

It was simply because there was no one around her, only blood, broken limbs, and fragments of internal organs all over the ground, like a bunch of flowers from hell about to bloom.

An illusion? No... That chilling malice that had just made her feel nauseous couldn't be an illusion no matter how hard she tried!

"Who is it? Who is playing tricks here?"

A twisted and eerie aura oozes out from the cracks in her skin. The bespectacled woman's eyes nearly pop out of their sockets, and her screams are as piercing as nails scraping against glass. "Nura Rikuo... is that you! Nura Rikuo! Are you hiding? You've witnessed so many people die because of you, and you don't even have the courage to show yourself?"

According to legend, a naughty ghost is a monster that can enter and exit other people's homes freely without being discovered. It may even be mistaken for the owner of the home, as if its presence in the home is a normal thing.

Therefore, as the grandson of Nura, Nura Rikuo can control his own presence and will not be noticed even when standing in front of the enemy... This is no secret to Yuanchao and others who know the existence of the Nura Group.

At this moment, the girl with glasses thought that it was Nura Rikuo who spoke just now, and that Nura Rikuo was hiding nearby, but he just used Nura's ability to hide himself.

Until that voice sounded in my ears again.

"Hmm? Hmmm... This won't do. How can this be? Ignoring me, or mistaking me for someone else... What a joke!"

The voice was a bit exasperated. "It's always like this, always like this... It's clearly me who's causing trouble! It's clearly me who's doing bad things! Why hasn't anyone in Chaldea noticed? Why does everyone think that the one causing trouble is BB, that purple-haired AI? Can you please give me a little respect?!"

It was not until then that the girl with glasses realized the source of the sound.

The sound actually came from her own arm... to be precise, from the broken arm she was chewing.

"you……?!"

what happened?

Didn't I eat this person? Why can he still speak? Why didn't he die?

At the moment when the girl with glasses was stunned, the broken arm suddenly changed.

A scene that extremely challenged human rationality occurred... The hand suddenly tore apart from the part between the ring finger and the middle finger, becoming a large crack full of sharp teeth and eight tongues.

At the same time, the nails on the thumb, index finger and ring finger of this hand began to fall off, and strangely wriggling eyeballs emerged from them, and at the same time cast their gaze towards the woman with glasses who was standing there in a daze.

In this world, all monsters cannot live without fear.

Monsters need to be afraid if they want to grow, and they need to be afraid if they want to become stronger.

The fear of humans, the fear of enemies, the awe of subordinates... monsters need to collect these "fears" and turn them into their own strength.

The mainstream fighting method of monsters is to use their own abilities and magic to intimidate the opponent, make the opponent afraid of themselves, cut off the opponent's fear, and then win.

After all...how powerful do you think a monster that is not scary at all can be?

Eight tongues squirmed like rotting maggots, and the cracks on the severed hand uttered hoarse, sneering words.

"Were you just...scared of me?"

"!!!"

A creepy feeling, as if she was looking directly into an indescribable thing, enveloped her whole body. Suddenly, the girl with glasses felt a churning sensation in her stomach.

It was difficult to describe, it was as if something was really stirring and rolling wildly in her stomach, causing her abdomen to swell and bulge, and it was also climbing up her esophagus, making her feel nauseous and want to vomit.

"Puff——"

The next moment, an arm with sharp green nails and strong muscles pried open the mouth of the girl with glasses and came out. Without giving the girl time to react, the hand twisted around and grabbed her head tightly. The sharp nails on the thumb scratched through her eyeball and pierced deeply into it.

“Guuuuu! Ugh!”

As the strange hand continued to exert force, the head of the girl with glasses began to deform, and the only remaining eyeball trembled as if it was about to be squeezed out.

Because she couldn't close her mouth, blood mixed with saliva flowed down her chin in a sticky manner, forming a long red thread that connected to her body.

She wanted to do something, wanted to struggle and resist, but she had lost control of her body and could do nothing but accept the messages of pain and despair sent by cells all over her body.

She wanted to say something, wanted to vent her despair, but in the end all she could squeeze out were a series of meaningless sobs.

Squeezed, torn, tortured.

Powerless and unable to do anything, waiting for death in endless pain.

Until the very end... she was desperate and she gave up.

"Let me die..."

"Die, die, die, die, die, die, die...!!"

"It hurts so much... Why haven't I died yet? Why haven't I died yet? Please let me be free!"

She didn't understand why she hadn't died yet, why her humble prayers hadn't received any response from death. In her senses, it seemed as if this pain and despair had lasted for a thousand years...

Finally... accompanied by a loud "bang".

Like fireworks rising into the sky, like a balloon inflated to its limit.

The head of the girl with glasses was crushed by the strange hand, and red and white splashed all over the ground.

Another hand suddenly emerged from the belly of the headless corpse. Both hands exerted force together, tearing the corpse apart, revealing the figure of Ashiya Doman in Dharmakaya.

"Mmmmm! Lucky! Lucky! How lucky I am! A weak Onmyoji like me can actually defeat a monster. If this isn't lucky, then what is? Mmmmm... Hahahahaha!!"

He laughed loudly, his ferocious expression looked as if his whole face was about to be torn apart, but he suddenly raised his hand to cover his mouth to stop laughing.

"Ah, no, no, I'm a good man with a big conscience. Good people can't laugh like that, or they'll get beaten... Uh-huh... The world is so beautiful, I can't be too angry or too impatient, huh! I have to be more restrained."

At this moment, the river of blood and broken limbs under Ashiya Michiman's feet seemed to come alive.

The fragments of flesh began to wriggle and piece together, and the bright red blood was absorbed by these pieces of flesh.

The pieces of flesh and blood on the ground condensed into one Ashiya Doman after another with a strange smile.

"We were killed..."

"We were eaten..."

“We killed him…”

“We ate it…”

"Huhuhu..."

"Hee hee hee……"

"Hehehe..."

Laughter filled with malice came one after another, as if sneering, mocking, and mocking the female monster who had just died, and as if mocking each other who were being bitten and eaten.

"That's enough, stop laughing."

Ashiya Michiman, who appeared first, fetched a cane from somewhere and rapped the floor with a pretentious air of authority. He raised his hand, coughed, and then said solemnly, "The dead are the greatest. Um... who was she? Never mind, it's just a trivial matter. Ahem! That nameless monster taught us many things with her death, worthy of a full half-second pause for remembrance... Okay, now that we've finished commemorating her, share what lessons you learned from her death."

"Hey, hey! I know the answer to this question."

An Ashiya Doman raised his hand and said with an innocent smile, "You can't eat from strangers."

"Also...don't eat anything that falls on the ground."

"Is it my turn? I'll think about it. Hmmmm... Eating raw food is not a good habit. It's not good for the stomach."

"I think the death of this female demon should be blamed entirely on the damn junk food."

All the Ashiya Doman looked at the last speaker, Ashiya Doman, with puzzled eyes. Facing all the gazes, he just smiled and shrugged.

"What are you doing? Don't you realize what kind of people you are? You're hopeless villains who can turn the ocean black just by jumping into it. What else can you be but trash?"

"I see……"

"The words are rough but the meaning is not."

"You've all admitted it so frankly... Since you all think you're trash, I'm going to go get a garbage bag and put you in it and sink you in Tokyo Bay."

"Oh! This is so much fun, so much fun. Can I request a pink garbage bag?"

A group of people with the same face were playing and joking around, making insignificant jokes. If someone saw this scene, they would probably find it quite strange.

"Ahh... It seems the main team is starting to urge us to get to work quickly."

"Hmmmm... There's nothing we can do about it. Although we've increased the number of Shikigami to the maximum while maintaining combat effectiveness, the range of their activity is the entire city after all, so we still don't have enough manpower..."

"The Hyakumonogatari Group... they're really good at disgusting people."

"A hot-blooded protagonist like Nura Rikuo can easily be led around by the villain."

"So what? Aren't there a lot of foolish villains like this who think they're smart? At first, I also thought that 'I' and Chaldea were being led around by the nose by me."

While chatting, several Ashiya Doman used magic to disguise themselves and changed their appearance... Then, they became "innocent passers-by" among the men, women, old and young gathered together.

"Mmm... Mmm! But, I never expected this, it's so interesting... After Qingming and I, there were such interesting humans and such interesting monsters."

One of them tilted his head slightly, revealing a wickedly interested smile. "His name is...his name is Yamamoto Gorozaemon."

"He wanted to ascend to heaven and become a Buddha while still alive. To do so, he wanted to be feared by all of humanity. To do so, he wanted to gather all of humanity's fear. He collected, created, and spread strange tales. He was the master of all strange tales. In the end, he was crushed to death by his own desires. Before his death, he used his blood as ink, his resentment as a pen, and his own corpse as paper to create the 100th strange tale - the Demon King Yamamoto Gorozaemon."

"This female monster we just killed... seems to be Yamamoto's [Duodenum], right?"

"What? It turns out they're not cadres... I thought I'd meet a cadre from the Hyaku Monogatari Group."

"Depressed, depressed, I am extremely depressed..."

Yamamoto Gorozaemon was originally a human timber merchant in the Edo period, but he somehow obtained an appliance called "One Hundred Demons' Tea Pot".

The tea cooked with this teapot will make humans and monsters who taste it become highly dependent and addictive. Yamamoto Gorozaemon used this teapot to control monsters to work for him and manipulated some people to help him spread ghost stories.

As the strange stories spread, more and more strange stories were born, and the Hyakumonogatari Group led by Yamamoto Gorozaemon was born.

However, just when the 100th ghost story was about to be born, Yamamoto Gorozaemon's conspiracy was thwarted and he ended up dying.

Unwilling to let it end like this, Yamamoto Gorouzaemon created "Hyaku Monogatari no Hyaku" based on himself, the Demon King Yamamoto Gorouzaemon.

Later, the demon king Yamamoto Gorozaemon was defeated, and countless monsters were born from his corpse. These monsters lurked in the shadows for three hundred years and gradually formed the current Hyaku Monogatari group.

The Hyakumonogatari Group has seven members, namely Yamamoto's [mouth], [ears], [brain], [nose], [arms], [bones], and [face]. The one who incited ten million people in the entire city to hunt down Nura Rikuo was Yamamoto's [mouth] Enshio.

This is what Ashiya Doman found interesting... Just an ordinary person could transform into so many powerful monsters after death. This made him very curious about Yamamoto Gorozaemon and the "One Hundred Demons' Teapot".

It's a pity that Yamamoto Gorozaemon is already dead, but the "One Hundred Demons' Teapot" should be in the hands of the Hyakumonogatari group now, and they can find an opportunity to take it away later.

"The boring work is about to begin again."

"I want to slack off... like a cat lying on the eaves basking in the sun."

"The Hyakumonogatari Group used words to incite the crowd to hunt down Nura Rikuo."

"Then I will use words to make the people regard Nura Rikuo as a hero."

"Huff, huff, huff! This is exactly what I'm best at: fraud, incitement, deception, disguise. After all, I've worked in the palace... It's ironic that evildoers are so close to those in power."

"It would be great if the people who orchestrated this scene, upon discovering my meddling, could respond with a furious rage. Yes, like a frog hopping in a frying pan. Then, perhaps, I would joyfully dance a flamenco to this return gift... huhuhuhuhu!"

545

Chapter 545: Conscience awakened.

"Hey, everyone, please come this way. Don't cut in line, don't panic, don't run around. Just follow me. That's right, that's it. So good, so good..."

On a street, Ashiya Michiman, dressed in long clothes, held a small red flag in one hand and a small loudspeaker in the other, with several children carrying school bags following behind him.

No matter how you look at it, it looks like some evil uncle is trying to kidnap the child...

Suddenly, a tall building not far from them was knocked down, and a bloated lump of flesh with a human face rushed out from the rolling dust, roaring towards the sky.