Chapter 289

These green-skins shouting "WAAAGH" are truly too infuriating.

One hour later.

At the end of the tunnel.

They fell into silence as they looked at the massive hollow before them, large enough to hold hundreds of bases.

08 ahead.

At least thirty thousand or more, a dense mass of hideous green heads looking up in unison.

……..

To the south.

The head of the Jianshan family, Jianshan Naraku, clutched his severed arm and roared back: "Huang Quan... take the Lion King and go quickly. The future of the Jianshan family rests on you."

All around.

Twisted monsters, each like a mountain, pressed down like a black cloud covering the sky.

"Father..."

The long-haired black-haired girl cried so heartbrokenly for the first time.

"Go!!"

Looking at that broken back, Jianshan Huang Quan took one last look at the land where she grew up...

"Go?"

A faint, cold sneer.

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

Jianshan Huang Quan turned back in disbelief: "It really is you?"

"Of course it's me."

Dressed in a deep black kimono, Jianshan Mei walked out gracefully with an umbrella, even spinning around once.

"Do you like it? It's the kimono I'm wearing to your funeral."

"You actually betrayed the Jianshan family?"

Jianshan Huang Quan still found it hard to believe.

She had never even thought of becoming the Jianshan family head.

"The Jianshan family?"

Jianshan Mei coldly interrupted her: "Don't you worry about that. Kill her, monsters."

"I don't like that word."

Amidst the eerie butterflies dancing in the sky, Sanzu-gawa Kazuhiro walked over carrying a corpse, smiling: "Don't waste time, let's all die together."

Like a roaring angry dragon, a beam of bewitching purplish-red pierced through the cloud layer...

The Neon exorcist clan, the Jianshan family... wiped out.

……

Tokyo time.

February 17th, 4:13 PM.

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

The live-streaming entertainer Nuosen greeted the audience with a giggle, then pursed his lips, having the camera scan the pedestrians on the streets and alleys.

"I told you, it's all rumors. What major crisis? There are even rumors of the end of the world."

Beside him, his blonde assistant could only pray silently.

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

Just kidding.

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

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

Ahead.

Nuosen followed the instructions from above, continuing to appease.

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

This time it was true.

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

"So what are you worried about? The Holy King is always watching. Everyone, work in peace, earn money..."

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

They were scattering money everywhere, asking them to help appease the public...

Almost there.

Nuosen led the audience along, gradually arriving at the north side of the city—naturally, he chose the wealthy district.

Finally, he closed his eyes and spread his arms in an embrace: "Look, how peaceful."

Boom!

As if in coordination.

A roar so intense that the earth trembled and the glass shattered on the spot rang out.

A violent fireball rose from the horizon, piercing the cloud layer like a sharp sword.

Like an engraving, it lingered in the sky, the atmosphere scorched and pierced, leaving a gaping hole.

Nuosen's smile froze.

The audience in the live stream, who had been joking around, also froze.

Damn it.

Was this a nuclear war?

…….

The Great Hollow.

Her eyes turned pitch black, her aura boiling incessantly, the Tamamo-no-Mae 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 Tamamo-no-Mae capable of controlling humans 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.

Even among the transcendentals arriving from all over the world, she had her people.

How could they fight her?

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

………

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

Immediately after, a beam of light pierced through the depths of the sky.

Then, an invisible, writhing vortex suddenly appeared, expanding at high speed, covering the entire Tokyo metropolitan area in the blink of an eye.

Even through the lens, people could feel that bone-chilling 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 must be a problem."

Tokyo.

Mrs. Kasumigaoka roared with a sobbing voice.

Kasumigaoka Ono smoked gloomily.

Life was unbearable; there was a crisis every few days, it was too intense, and at his age, he really couldn't take it anymore.

No.

He had to continue practicing magecraft, practice until he died.

Kasumigaoka Ono steeled himself.

On the sofa.