Chapter 71: Under Disaster, Who Cares If You're Rich or Motherless?

This was an officer of the 1st Division, the very officer who had stood on the front-line tank firing a Gatling gun at the Six-Eyed Demon.

At this moment.

The Six-Eyed Demon in his eyes grew ever larger, approaching him, standing right before his face; the officer trembled so violently that every bone in his body shook.

He desperately wanted to flee, but his injuries were severe; not to mention walking, he could not even crawl.

Just now, that strike from the Six-Eyed Demon had not only destroyed everything; soldiers and troops had all died. Under the assault of the pressure, some were dead, others wounded, all gasping their last breaths, barely clinging to life.

The officer was no better off, hanging on by his last breath.

"Your world shouldn't possess only this much destructive power, right? Unleash it all and let me have my fill of fun."

Lifting him like a chick, the Six-Eyed Demon extended two long, sinister nails, pinched the officer's clothes, and hoisted his entire body into the air.

A tongue as long as a snake's forked tongue shot out, licking the blood on the officer's face.

"Truly delicious. The human blood of this world is so sweet it intoxicates me."

The next instant.

"Ahhh!!" A woman watching the live stream covered her face with both hands, screaming in terror.

Countless people felt their courage shatter.

In their gaze, the Six-Eyed Demon's long tongue, without any warning, thrust out like a sharp sword, piercing the officer's eyes and exiting through the back of his skull, killing him instantly.

Because it stood directly facing the blazing sun in the sky.

From this angle of filming, within the lens, its appearance was no longer as clear as before; its form was merely a pitch-black silhouette, and the officer was the same.

Everyone saw only this: the sun was blinding, the four fields covered in sunlight; a shadow of a Horned Demon extended its tongue, piercing a person through, nailing them in mid-air. This person's hands dangled limp, motionless, hanging suspended in the air, pierced by that tongue.

The image, though lacking the demon's features and showing only silhouettes, under the sunlight where only their figures remained, was even more impactful, drawing all focus, causing everyone's entire line of sight to fixate on the demon.

Watching this scene, countless people's optic nerves were deeply shocked, branded into their brains, their legs trembling uncontrollably.

Ssshh!

The tongue withdrew, and brain matter mixed with fresh blood sprayed out.

It had also brought out an eyeball, which it placed in its mouth to chew; juice from the eyeball burst and overflowed from its mouth, yet its face was full of enjoyment, savoring the bursting sensation of the eye in its mouth.

Many people watched, feeling a chill and trembling with fear; their hair roots felt as heavy as if filled with lead, as if they were being pulled down by their scalps.

"Truly delicious."

And in the next moment, it took another step, like the Grim Reaper, reaping the lives of the soldiers in the four fields who were not yet dead, barely clinging to life, and began eating their eyeballs.

The live stream.

The viewers felt directly cold, as if their bodies were soaking in ice water.

This Six-Eyed Demon passed by the dead soldiers; it did not eat them, it did not even look at them. It specialized in eating the soldiers who were barely clinging to life, killing them, and eating their eyes.

Its actions clearly showed it intended to kill all life, sparing no one from living.

But the viewers vaguely understood that the Six-Eyed Demon did not have this as its purpose; it would eat the eyes of people who were still alive simply because these people were still alive, because such people were worthy of being eaten by it.

In other words, it was very picky about its appetite.

It would only eat those who could withstand one move from its hand; these people were inferior to it, but relatively speaking among humans, they could be considered strong ones.

The weak, like ants, were not delicious at all; only the strong tasted fresh and sweet.

This was its principle for eating humans.

Tokyo, Japan, the blockade at the outskirts of Higashi-Ogu.

"The demon, the demon is coming over."

"Run quickly!"

On the crowded road, drivers watching the Six-Eyed Demon in the live stream, fearlessly eating human eyes and clearly moving towards the outskirts of Higashi-Ogu, were suddenly terrified.

The scene descended into chaos.

Many people ran out of their cars, tumbling and crawling, fleeing away from Higashi-Ogu.

Even though the Six-Eyed Demon was still dozens of kilometers away from here, they were still afraid; the shadow of fear covered their bodies and minds.

Children cried out, adults screamed in panic, traffic police shouted to maintain order, vehicles reversed and honked in urgency... numerous sounds mingled together.

Traffic order was completely thrown into chaos.

The chaotic scene was so unreal; most people had only seen it in movies, the type of movie where terrifying natural disasters and man-made catastrophes descend.

Many people in Higashi-Ogu were also fleeing.

There was no time to take any valuables from home; they could only pick up their children, not even bothering to put on shoes, then burst through the door and rush out, fleeing their homes, fleeing Higashi-Ogu.

At every road exit leading out of Higashi-Ogu, people were packed tight.

"Let the car through, get out of the way for me."

"Let us pass, please, let me and my child pass."

"Pass your mother's ass! Do you think having a child makes you special? I don't want to die."

"Damn it! Get the hell out of the way, all of you!"

There were too many people, people pressing against people; no one was willing to yield.

In this moment concerning life and death, social morality, respecting the elderly and loving the young, caring for women and children—all were useless, even monetary bribes...

"Hey! Look, there's money behind you, you all go pick it up quickly." Someone threw money, attempting to make the crowd in front scatter to pick up the money, so they could pass through.

The result was cold, ignoring stares, or curses.

"Get lost with your damn money! I have money too. I'll give you one million yen, just get out of my way quickly."

It was all useless.

Between life and death, beneath the weight of life itself, everything became unimportant; the social system at this moment appeared fragile and useless, of no use whatsoever.

"Everyone, do not panic. Please, everyone, stay calm. Do not rush or squeeze."

"Everyone, please calm down. The demon is still very far from us. The military is still fighting back. Please do not make a scene, please maintain order."

Rushing to the scene, Mori Takeshi, who was originally responsible for liaising with the military, could not help but step in to maintain order amidst the chaos.

Unfortunately, shouting himself hoarse did no good.

It was completely ineffective.

Because the road was only so wide, the people from outside Higashi-Osaka who had tried to enter earlier caused the front to be jammed with vehicles and people, while more people and vehicles kept arriving from behind, creating an ever-tightening squeeze; trapped between front and back, and with people refusing to obey orders, the congestion could not be cleared for the moment.

"Yoshimura, how is the military side?"

Mori Takeshi, sweating profusely from the rush, had barely managed to clear a path when a crowd came charging from behind, blocking it again.

"The 12th Brigade has split into two groups: one part is already deployed outside Higashi-Osaka to block that monster, while the other is evacuating residents."

"What about Director Takahashi? Didn't he say he invited a transcendent?"

The words had barely left his lips.

Before Yoshimura could answer, the roar of propellers filled the air as a helicopter flew in from the horizon.

His expression froze for a moment, then lit up with joy; Mori Takeshi recognized the helicopter as belonging to the Metropolitan Police Department.

"Let's go."

Mori Takeshi immediately rushed with Yoshimura toward a helipad cleared by the military nearby.

The helicopter door opened.

"Director Takahashi, you really invited..." Mori Takeshi looked at Director Takahashi, who stepped out of the helicopter first, and his eyes instinctively peered inside the aircraft, whereupon he froze.

Huh?!

Mori Takeshi stood utterly stunned, his words cutting off abruptly.

A child?

Why was there a girl inside the helicopter carrying Director Takahashi, and what's more, a child?

In his eyes, anyone under the age of majority was a child, even a Gao Zhongsheng.

Has Director Takahashi gone mad? Why bring a girl here? Doesn't he know how dangerous the situation is? Bringing a girl here is nothing short of adding to the chaos.

Could she be the daughter of one of Director Takahashi's enemies?

Wait.

Mori Takeshi rubbed his eyes and scanned the interior of the helicopter back and forth.

That's not right. Why is it just Director Takahashi and this girl inside the helicopter, with no one else? Didn't Director Takahashi say he brought a transcendent? Where is the transcendent?

At that moment, Mori Takeshi suddenly froze, a possibility occurring to him.

Director Takahashi brought a transcendent, and inside the plane there are only Director Takahashi and this girl, so... the situation is obvious: the transcendent is this girl!!

Only this could explain why a Gao Zhongsheng girl would be brought to the critical situation in Higashi-Osaka.

Having figured it out in his heart, Mori Takeshi was deeply moved, feeling a sense of madness.

Another Gao Zhongsheng?!

Seeing that the transcendent was a Gao Zhongsheng, he suddenly thought of another person who was not a transcendent but was also transcendent: Kamikawa Mitsu!

Both were Gao Zhongsheng.

Uncontrollably, the corners of Mori Takeshi's mouth twitched; it felt utterly unreal.

These days... are all Gao Zhongsheng damn monsters?

Before, a Gao Zhongsheng saved an airplane; now, a Gao Zhongsheng is going to save Japan...

At the same time.

On the road outside Higashi-Osaka.

"Amitabha."

Amidst the noisy road, a faint Buddhist chant drifted over.

The voice was very light and faint, yet it was the only tranquility amidst the chaotic clamor.

Immediately after.

An old Monk wearing loose Japanese-style monastic robes appeared, a traditional Japanese wide-brimmed hat on his head, a string of prayer beads in hand, palms pressed together in prayer, his face obscured by the hat and the shadows of the sun.

The Buddhist chant was uttered.

Weathered and distant, possessing a strange charm akin to gods and demons, it bestowed peace upon people from body to heart, from mind to soul.

The voice was clearly very faint, drowned out by the roar of the crowd, yet it was clearly conveyed to everyone, as if whispering directly into their ears.