Chapter 256

However... Japan's missing population in the last half year?

A-Xiong frowned.

Well, indeed, monsters like Deep Ones are also transformed from humans; if you know the number of missing people, you know an upper limit.

"Honda, organize the missing numbers for the last half year for me."

A-Xiong, who had restored his superior posture, ordered coldly.

Five minutes later.

A-Xiong held the number clearly marked "828, 62," and was so scared that his breath almost dissipated.

His whole body was shaking...

My dear mother, even if only a quarter are Deep Ones, twenty-something thousand Deep Ones, monsters that can charge through ten thousand troops and punch sonic booms?

*Hiss————!

A-Xiong's hair stood on end.

Then what is humanity fighting for?

Just surrender?

The total number of supernatural beings in the world didn't even reach twenty thousand, right?

Most were just making up the numbers.

"Hontou ni sumimasen"

The person in charge of the Metropolitan Police Department below saw that it was bad and bowed ninety degrees immediately.

"Wait, you didn't just close all those murder cases and suicide cases where no bodies were found as missing persons, right?"

Who knows how many people hang themselves in the forest under Mount Mount Fuji every year.

If these are all counted, it's not ridiculous anymore.

"Hontou ni sumimasen..."

"What about last year's half year? I want to hear the real number."

"Hontou ni hontou ni sumimasen————!"

The person in charge bowed again.

He was also quite embarrassed; how could he know how many people actually went missing?

Isn't there supposed to be a beautiful case-solving rate and a beautiful public security situation?

A-Xiong took a deep breath.

He suddenly felt that those who only knew how to bow without solving problems should all be lined up and shot.

No, use artillery.

"Forget it, just make up a number, let's say 300, 00, and tell those foreign devils in the Federation that the estimated number of Deep Ones is 30, 00."

Ten minutes later.

"Alright, Amon, you don't need to check anymore. The Prime Minister said the missing population for the half year is 100, 00, and the estimated number of Deep Ones is 18, 00... go."

Half an hour later.

"Missing population 50, 00, estimated Deep Ones 8, 00... go."

At least we have to pay attention to Japan's face, right?

It's the same as in the past, when murder cases were classified as suicides.

For three whole days, Tokyo people saw such a dense influx of private planes.

The public security of the entire Tokyo continued to slide amidst constant roars.

Explosion cases that could shock the whole country in the past couldn't even make the headlines now; in fact, as soon as you hear the news, you know it's bullshit.

Saying it's a natural gas explosion, a gas tank explosion, you understand immediately.

Do you think I haven't watched the Fuyuki Holy Grail War?

Damn, it must be a supernatural event.

Unease is spreading.

Especially when seeing those bigwigs constantly leaving Japan for reasons like visits, investments, etc.

Some even found that their relatives were constantly being sent away from Japan.

So panic happened.

Some became more irritable, kicking their parents at every turn.

Some became silent, frantically training magic, trying to master the power to protect their families.

Some were heartless, still thinking about today's half-price bento.

And beneath the water.

The war between humans and monsters had reached its most intense moment.

Finally.

North.

In a pile of ruins.

The highest person in charge of the Federation's Tokyo base clutched his chest, looked at the monster covering the sky like dark clouds, and laughed as he pressed a button.

"Don't underestimate humanity, monster."

The scorching hell that annihilated everything bloomed from the earth.

Leaving only a faint self-mockery.

"I shouldn't have believed the data from those dogs."

What 1, 00?

There were over 10, 00 just attacking the base.

On the other Reverse Reverse Side of the ocean.

The bigwigs of the Federation who got the news almost vomited blood: Fuck you, did you hear me, fuck you, Japan, you bastard.

Their hearts were dripping blood.

The loss was too ridiculous.

More importantly, because of all this, it was actually for the so-called face of Japan's stupid politicians????

160. Holy crap, is it the end of the world again?

North.

Tokyo Supernatural Base.

"What a joke, what 800!!!"

France's first knight, Honoré, roared while waving his greatsword to split two Deep Ones in half.

"I want to crush the heads of those dog-raising politicians."

In the end, the data given to them by the Japanese government was that the actual missing population in the last half year was a little over 10, 00, and the total number of Deep Ones was predicted to be no more than 1, 00.

And before him...

Looking at the layers of green, dazzling Deep One army, even he gasped.

These dog things are invulnerable, only armor-piercing shells can barely chisel them a little.

They are infinitely strong, easily flipping over main battle tanks weighing dozens of tons.

They are extremely fast, almost approaching in an instant.

They are basically teenage versions of the Hulk; they might be weaker, but this is a ten-thousand-strong army.

"Boss, we can't hold on."

Deputy Meville, covered in blood, ran over in a wretched state.

Honoré took a deep breath and made a quick decision.

"Go, let's go underground, straight to the nest of these dog-raising things; in that narrow environment, their numerical advantage won't be able to be exerted."

"What about the base?"

"Blow it up, give these beasts a big gift."

The two smiled somewhat easily, as long as they didn't have to face these beasts that seemed like they could never be killed.

These greenskins shouting WAAAGH are really too frustrating.

One hour later.

End of the tunnel.

They looked at the huge hollow that could hold hundreds of bases and fell into silence.

08 Ahead.

At least 30, 00 or more, densely packed, hideous green heads looked up in unison.

South.

Isayama family head Isayama Naraku clutched his severed arm and roared back: "Yomi... take the Shishio, run quickly, the future of the Isayama family is entrusted to you."

All around.

Twisted monsters like mountains pressed up like a black cloud covering the sky.

"Father..."

The long-haired girl cried heartbreakingly for the first time.

"Run!!"

Looking at that broken back, Isayama Yomi took one last look at the land where she grew up...

"Run?"

A light, cold sneer.

"Anyone can run, but you and your father must die here."

Isayama Yomi looked back in disbelief: "It's actually you?"

"Of course it's me."

In a deep black kimono, Isayama Mei walked out holding an umbrella, and even spun around.

"Do you like it? It's the kimono for your funeral."

"You actually betrayed the Isayama family?"

Isayama Yomi still couldn't believe it until now.

She had never thought of

"The Jianshan family?"

Jianshan Mei interrupted her coldly: "Then that is no concern of yours. Kill her, monsters."

"I don't really like that word, you know."

Amidst a sky full of fluttering, eerie butterflies, Sanzu-kawa Kazuhiro walked over carrying a corpse, smiling: "Don't waste time. Let's all die together."

Like the roar of an angry dragon, a streak of bewitching, vibrant purple-red pierced through the clouds...

The Neon exorcist-famed Jianshan family... wiped out.

Tokyo time.

February 17th, 4: 3 PM.

"Good afternoon, you bastards. Hahaha, I, Sen, have arrived in Japan today."

Nuosen, livestreaming for content, greeted the viewers in the chat with a giggle, then pursed his lips, signaling the camera to scan the pedestrians in the streets and alleys.

"I told you, it's all rumors. Where is there any 'great crisis'? Some people are even spreading rumors about the end of the world."

The blonde assistant following him could only pray silently.

"May the Holy King be above, protect us in peace, Amen."

What a joke.

He'd been beaten four times in one morning, okay?

These easy-to-bully Neon people were acting like they'd eaten gunpowder; they were like small beasts before a disaster, ready to bristle at the slightest provocation.

Up ahead.

Nuosen followed the instructions from above and continued to appease them.

"You all know the news, right? A lucky young man has just been freshly minted as a knight of the Holy King. Yo, how enviable."

This part was true.

He was so damn jealous his eyes had been red for three days, and it hadn't faded.

"So what is there to worry about? The Holy King is always watching. Everyone, rest assured, keep working, and make good money..."

These days, the economies of various countries had plummeted significantly, and the big shots were panicking.

They were throwing money everywhere, asking them to help with the appeasement...

That's about enough.

Nuosen led the viewers along, gradually making his way to the north Reverse Reverse Side of the city—naturally, he chose the affluent districts.

Finally, he closed his eyes, spread his arms, and embraced the air: "Look, how peaceful."

Boom!

As if in coordination.

A roar so violent that the earth trembled and the glass shattered right before his eyes erupted.

A raging fireball rose from the horizon, piercing the clouds like a sharp sword.

Like an engraving, it lingered in mid-air; the atmosphere was scorched through, leaving a gaping hole.

Nuosen's smile froze.

The viewers in the livestream who had been cracking jokes also froze.

Damn it.

Was this a nuclear war?

The Great Hollow.

Her eyes turning pitch black, Hagoromo Gitsune, her aura boiling incessantly, looked upward and curled her lips into a cold sneer.

She had been entrenched at the center of politics since ancient times; she was the only Hagoromo Gitsune capable of controlling humanity in this world.

How could she not understand politics?

Everything on the surface had been within her field of vision from the very beginning.

She had her people in the government.

She had her people among the exorcists.

She even had her people among the transcendent beings who had come from all over the world.

How could they fight her?

Sensing that the four pillars had been established, she launched the Great Ritual with great anticipation: "Seimei, Mother is coming to save you."

One after another, massive explosions rose from the four directions.

Immediately following, a beam of light pierced into the depths of the sky.

Then, an invisible, writhing vortex suddenly appeared, expanding at high speed, covering the entire Tokyo metropolitan area in almost the span of a single breath.

Even through the lens, people could feel that hair-raising sense of impending doom.

In this instant.

It was as if the entire world had fallen into silence.

A certain high-end residential complex.

"I told you, I told you, the big shots have all run away; there's definitely something wrong."

Tokyo.

Lady Kasumigaoka shouted with a sobbing tone.

Kasumigaoka Ono puffed on his cigarette, feeling depressed.

He couldn't go on like this; there was some new disaster every few days. It was too stimulating, and at his Confidential Confidential Age, he really couldn't take it anymore.

No.

He had to continue practicing magic, practicing until he died.

Kasumigaoka Ono steeled his resolve.

On the sofa.