Chapter 358: Combat, So Satisfying!

Some things, once you grasp one point, the entire chain of processes falls into place.

At this moment, the broker Daoist was in the same situation—he had seen through the key point of “feeding foreign void gods as food to nourish one’s own void god,” and realized this matter was likely beyond persuasion.

To be honest, if he had similar techniques, wouldn’t he try it too?

No wonder Feng Xue’s sect elders trusted him to travel outside even before he entered the Dao—he had this kind of confidence; his terrifying thunder cultivation seems less strange now.

Thinking of this, the broker Daoist immediately said:

“The first group are scouts, so it’s dangerous—we must enter Yuta Harbor under the guise of a merchant caravan. Originally, several Grand Masters planned to go to Keto Prefecture, but thanks to a warning from our specialists who run foreign trade with Japan, we learned that decades ago, the Japanese Emperor had already moved the capital to Yuta City. But this works out fine, since Yuta City has Yuta Harbor and is itself a commercial hub, easier to approach than Keto Prefecture.”

“Damn, I thought you were landing in Nagasaki, but you’re planning to assassinate the emperor, right?” Feng Xue grinned, and the broker chuckled:

“Not that extreme—not that extreme. Severing the dragon vein carries too great a karmic burden; even overseas, you must consider the dragon qi’s backlash. Even a small nation’s ordinary Daoists can’t withstand it. The main goal is to let those little shorties’ emperor feel firsthand what it’s like to be alive.”

“…”

Feng Xue was momentarily speechless—so the plan was to scare the opponent to death?

But regardless, this was indeed a great opportunity for study and research, especially since he was curious about the purpose of the foundation stone of the Dragon King Temple; he immediately asked:

“When do we depart?”

“If you want to join the first group, you can return now to prepare. We set sail at midnight tonight, but you’d better bring extra daily necessities—since we’re disguised as a merchant ship, the journey may take five or six days, nothing like teleportation. Actually, you could just create a transport coordinate; once the ship arrives, send a message talisman, and you can teleport directly over. Most Grand Masters go that way.” The broker kindly advised, but Feng Xue waved his hand:

“Since I’m out here for training, I should experience everything!”

Of course, that was just a polite excuse—mainly because his weak soul, even with Xiao Ling’s cyber-enchanted boost, couldn’t pinpoint a location nearly two thousand kilometers away!

The broker had no suspicion and immediately summoned a servant, handed Feng Xue the boarding credential, then had someone escort the medicinal herbs back to his home.

…

“Who is this woman really? Her appearance and techniques don’t resemble anything from Central Plains!”

In Izumo, Daoists and ninjas were locked in a grueling battle. Compared to the three thousand suicide Daoists selected to travel to the Central Plains, they had assumed their mission would be easier—but only when they faced the enemy did they realize what a supreme monster they were up against.

Though she looked like a stunning beauty, dressed in an appealing, charming style, once combat began, they realized she could fight dozens without even breathing hard!

High mobility, strong defense, devastating offense—the ninja units couldn’t even close in before being crushed by her massive spear.

“I can sense divine power fluctuations. Her fighting style resembles the Shaxiong divine system! Is this just coincidence? Or is it the Central Plains Dao’s retaliation?”

An older Daoist, well-traveled and experienced, quickly recognized Daries’s fighting style. Hearing “Shaxiong,” the others’ expressions turned strange.

They knew Shaxiong and the Empire had clashed in the Far East, but when did Shaxiong’s berserkers start pulling off long-range lightning strikes like this?

And when did the Dao gain the power to mobilize foreign Daoists?

The Japanese Daoists pondered many things, but Daries simply fought.

At this moment, Daries was clearly employing the tactic of “besiege the point, strike the relief”—after invoking her divine authority to challenge Yamata no Orochi to a duel, wave after wave of Daoists came to provoke her.

Daries accepted them all. As a Valkyrie (on probation), she never refused any direct combat, especially not a “holy duel” between gods. Every victory weakened Yamata’s faith.

“If I destroy the core belief entirely, no matter how much you scheme, it’ll be useless! Daries slays demons, saves this world! How beautiful! With the merit of slaying a demon god and records of the Exile Zone bug, even if they don’t grant me a Valkyrie’s divine position outright, at least I won’t go to prison?”

Daries swung her knight’s lance with wide, sweeping motions, keeping the ninjas at bay. The onmyoji’s spirit familiars and yin-yang spells struck her body and were instantly deflected by her field gear’s divine shield—none could even get close.

Daries was, after all, a top graduate of Asgard’s highest academy. As long as her divine power held up, crushing these locals was child’s play.

Sensing Yamata’s devotional energy weakening, other Japanese factions began to stir.

There was no choice. Though the plan was led by the Kyūkyū Ichihai faction, the three thousand Daoists were contributed by everyone. Now, Yamata’s faith was no longer just a minor demon cult—it was the transoceanic bridge of Japan’s national destiny. Even if it had to be severed, it must be done only after the three thousand Daoists achieved results!

More importantly, the enemy here was a suspected Shaxiong divine Daoist. Years ago on the Far Eastern battlefield, Japan and Shaxiong had fought brutal battles; many established factions bore old grudges. Now, with new and old hatreds combined, they all wanted vengeance at once.

Whether it was the Grand Onmyoji of the Onmyōryō or the shrine priestesses and priests serving various shrines, all deployed their strongest forces. Thus, Japan’s esoteric combat power split in two: the most fearless three thousand martial sect members headed for the Central Plains, while the rest flooded into Izumo, determined to settle the score with the northern Valkyrie at this gathering place of gods (Note ①).

“Hehehe! Throwing away your brain and just enjoying battle is so damn satisfying! I always wondered why my seniors’ resumes were all about fighting or heading to fight—turns out this feeling really is addictive!”

Daries rode the radiant divine steed drawn out by the battle’s aura, charging from mountaintop to mountain base, resting when tired, then charging back up—pushing the Asgardian brute’s fighting style to its extreme. She’d forgotten the Runic runes she’d studied for years, even forgot to glance at the rising readings!

No surprise—Nordic idiots lose their brains once they reach the temperate zone…

(End of Chapter)