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Seeing this, the mist that Dou Tang had transformed into did not choose to confront him head-on, but instead bounced backward like a black glutinous rice ball. If Huai Yin saw him like this, she might even say that he was very cute.
The fire rope crackled as it struck the ground, but it couldn't reach Dou Tang's clothes. The shadow warriors wouldn't let Dou Tang escape into the fog again, so they continued to rush forward and entangle him, slashing at Dou Tang's body with the fire rope and longsword.
They're tough... mainly because there are a lot of them, and the attack routes of those fire ropes are quite unpredictable.
Dou Tang regained some of his senses, and a hint of clarity appeared in his cold eyes. He already had a plan in mind.
He tilted his head to dodge the fire rope's attack, his entire body contorting in the black mist, dodging attacks like a boneless octopus, making several shadow warriors and Taira no Masakado so angry they wanted to curse.
This thing is hiding in the fog, and no matter how I poke it, I can't feel anything. Are those two points of blue light just decorations? Is this thing not actually in there at all?
Just as one of the shadow warriors hesitated for a moment, a fist emerged from the mist and delivered a punch to him with lightning speed.
"Pfft!"
The shadow warrior's head instantly turned into a puddle of mud, and he collapsed to his knees with a thud.
Upon seeing this, Taira no Masakado took a deep breath.
Damn scoundrel!
Chapter 120 The Death of Taira no Masakado
Having landed a successful blow, Dou Tang didn't linger. He continued to jump around, fighting the shadow warrior while leaping towards Ping Jiangmen.
What the heck is this "send it here" thing?!
Dou Tang's eyes shone brightly in the black mist, but the brighter they were, the more oppressive they felt.
Taira no Masakado pondered as he observed the man's unusual manner of movement.
From the very beginning of the battle, just how many different fighting styles has this guy displayed? From his bizarre and unpredictable swordsmanship at the start, to his wolf-like attacks later on, he now seems to have turned into a ball of yarn, impossible to harm no matter how you attack him.
The diverse fighting styles seem to exist specifically to deal with equally complex enemies. How could such a young boy possess so many bizarre skills?
Even... thinking in a more terrifying direction, could these skills really be possessed by one person? Not just one person, but even an evil spirit could not possibly possess so many different fighting styles... Fighting Dou Tang is like fighting an unfathomable group.
He'll meet force with force and water with earth; no matter how you deal with him, he'll always find a way to deal with it.
What exactly is he...?
But now was not the time to think. Taira no Masakado forced himself to pull himself together, raised his hand and swung his sword, the red light on the blade as crimson as blood.
Dou Tang leaped high into the air, and the thick fog around him suddenly dissipated, revealing him with wings made of feathers, his large sleeves swaying like a falcon spreading its wings.
He formed his hands into claws and grabbed at Taira no Masakado.
Taira no Masakado dared not be negligent. He held his sword upside down and angled it in front of him to block the attack. At the same time, he roared!
"Drink!"
This shout was not accompanied by a sword move, but by the unusual movements of those shadow warriors!
The shadow warriors all turned
As the shadowy figure soared into the air, it charged towards the direction of Ping Jiangmen. The fire ropes and precious swords were also wielded at the same time. Five balls of light and shadow carrying fierce killing moves blocked all of Dou Tang's escape routes and attacked directly towards his head!
Recall! The shadow warriors fighting outside will be recalled. During the recall process, they will retain their fighting abilities. Even if you are on guard against the shadow warriors, you will not be able to defend against such a sudden and illogical attack!
You're not the only one who knows how to pull tricks!
This guy in mid-air has no way to... wait?
Taira no Masakado's triumphant smile suddenly froze.
Dou Tang, who was suspended in mid-air and unable to move freely, suddenly opened his mouth.
"Ugh——"
A deafening, piercing siren, so loud it made your chest vibrate, suddenly rang out.
[Warning alarm sounded]
Above Dou Tang's head, a crown appeared, its image a jumble of mummified corpses intertwined with the wailing of sirens.
The crown on the siren head...?
The shadow warriors in the air were instantly thrown off balance by the piercing shriek, and fell to the ground before they even reached Dou Tang.
Ping Jiangmen, who was directly opposite Dou Tang, immediately bled from all seven orifices, and his eardrums were shattered. Even with his eardrums broken, he could still feel the terrifying scream.
There was no other reason than that every organ and bone in his body was resonating with the hissing, to the point that he couldn't even control his body.
too close!
Taira no Masakado struggled to back away, but was forcefully pressed down on the shoulder by Toudou, who had landed on the ground.
Of course, he wouldn't sit idly by and wait to die. He gritted his teeth and raised his leg to kick Dou Tang in the waist and abdomen, but he felt that his feet were stuck to the ground by something and he couldn't move.
The damp ground, heated by the fire, combined with domestic wastewater, became the perfect breeding ground for slime mold.
[A hundred grime subsides]
He looked down and found that he was trapped in place by dark green gel-like substances, while a new relief appeared on the crown above Dou Tang's head, which was a series of mycelium with strange and regular patterns.
Two, crowns...
One is dirty, and the other is...
Taira no Masakado, who had some knowledge of the Crown game, immediately recognized the Crown's owner: it was... the Siren Head who had caused a huge disturbance in Kamogawa City before.
According to reliable sources, the one who killed Siren Head was... was clearly Fall Guy!
Meeting Taira no Masakado's horrified gaze, Tou Tang's body gradually grew taller, his originally well-proportioned figure transforming into a wide, plump, and bouncy shape, while the arms that were pressing down on Taira no Masakado's hands also swelled up and became fluffy.
"You are, you are..." Taira no Masakado mumbled incoherently, his eyes filled with bloody tears and blood.
The matter has reached its conclusion, and it's time to let Taira no Masakado die knowing why.
The blood in his throat rendered Taira no longer able to speak, but even though he could no longer hear his own voice and his vision was stained red, he still wanted to express his terror in words.
Dou Tang's eyes gradually elongated, turning into deep, empty sockets.
The black mist around him gradually dissipated, revealing a pinkish exterior underneath.
The adorable and friendly Fall Guys appeared amidst the fire and thick fog.
Beneath its feet were slime molds driven by evil power, surrounded by endless eerie black mist, and above its head, a few red flames leaked out.
Of the three colors—red, black, and green—only the pink candy stands out.
The Fall Guys pinched the shoulders of the man in front of them, and with a little force, the shoulders that had been pieced together over a thousand years cracked and popped as the bones were crushed into dust.
"Ha, Aaaaaaah!!!"
Taira no Masakado screamed in agony, but he was still unable to move.
It's over...
No wonder they have so many strange fighting styles, no wonder they are so fearless, no wonder they are so powerful...
He is the one who fights against hell for souls, the reason he returned to the real world... He is the origin of the Crown Game.
Taira no Masakado's vision began to blur. He gritted his teeth, blood bubbling from his mouth, his once resolute face now filled with terror and horror.
When Fall Guy saw him like this, he raised his head slightly, and his round body bent a little like a gummy candy.
“Wuhu!!!”
The deafening shouts rang out again, but this time they were joyful and carefree, and Taira no Masakado trembled once more.
Dou Tang has already won, and his transformation into a jelly bean is solely to deliver the final judgment to Taira no Masakado.
The trial was so brutal and cruel that even the resentful spirits of the dead, who had bred hatred for millennia, could not bear it and screamed in agony.
Dou Tang covered his mouth. It was rather undignified that one of Japan's great vengeful spirits was screaming incoherently at the last moment of its life.
He's not respectable, so Dou Tang will help him be respectable.
"Crack, crack, giggle..."
From within the black mist, came the sound of bones being crushed, and a strange, soft moan as blood and foam churned in the throat were suppressed—it seemed to be a scream that could not be uttered.
In the end, only the faint sound of burning flames remained.
Chapter 121 No One Can Blame
Outside the factory, the fighting continues.
Due to Taira no Masakado's defeat and subsequent escape, the morale of the demons was low, and the situation became somewhat one-sided after Ejima Iya joined the battle. Even without engaging in direct combat, Ejima Iya's powerful ability to control celestial phenomena was enough to make the evil spirits wary and avoid him.
Taira no Masakado's team was built by him personally, and the phrase "when the tree falls, the monkeys scatter" is the most appropriate way to describe it. The beast monsters who were originally somewhat unwilling to join scattered without hesitation after discovering that the battle was going badly. Before the exorcists could even react, the entire battle had unknowingly lost a small number of people.
Jiangdao Yizai stood in the center of the slightly arched bridge, surveying the entire battlefield. His wide white robes fluttered in the wind like flowers swaying in a gale, making him very conspicuous in the dark world.
He looked at the factory not far away, where the central building had already been engulfed in flames, with thick smoke billowing into the sky and then being swept away by the fierce and chaotic wind.
Even torrential rain could not extinguish the raging fire.
The fire raged on, and shouts of battle filled the air on the road leading to the sewage treatment plant. Different figures flickered in the gray rain. The exorcists gradually tore through the evil spirits' defenses, and a clear path appeared before Ejima Iya.
However, the exorcists also paid a price. In the absence of formations and magical combat, exorcists are at a slight disadvantage in hand-to-hand combat. Even though many demons have escaped, they still find it difficult to win easily.
Ejima Iya witnessed the young man who had discussed the new anime series with him just two days ago lying in a pool of blood. Even in death, he did not loosen his grip, tightly clutching a knife, his expression ferocious.
I heard that he had an ordinary father who was killed by the Juyin Shouwu people for unknown reasons. Perhaps it was just the Juyin Shouwu members venting their anger after eating the Baoyu Sugar Pill.
There are many people like this. Many of the exorcists who gathered around Dou Tang, raised their banners, and attacked Ping Jiangmen only thought of resisting after they had been harmed by Jiuyin Shouwu.
Jiangdao Yizai once spoke disdainfully of these people to Doutang. He felt that these people only knew to mend their ways after the fact, and they were indifferent to things that didn't concern them. Only when they were hurt did they realize how bad the whole thing was.
But now, Ejima Iya could no longer utter sarcastic or disdainful words. Regardless, they had all died for this cause without hesitation.
Jiangdao Yizai stepped off the bridge and began to slowly walk into the distance. The wind swept over his body, and any evil spirits that wanted to rush up and kill him were blown away by him with a wave of his hand. He simply waved his finger, and the wind was born from his fingertip.
He stepped over the corpses on the ground, trudging through pools of blood, undeterred by the roars and screams around him.
Rainwater flowed down the stark white bones, and a chill ran through Ejima Izai's heart.
He walked toward the sewage treatment plant.
………………
Ringo Shinzen helped Kaion sit down under the eaves of a building, which was right opposite the main entrance of the factory.
Looking at the mess on the ground, Huaiyin seemed a little lost, her eyes glazed over.
The only saving grace was that the rain was so heavy that her face was soaked, covering the tear stains, which were mixed with the rainwater running down her hair.
I failed in the end, and my brother seemed really angry...
Thinking this way, even though she felt she hadn't done anything wrong, Huaiyin still felt a tightness in her chest and a painful feeling flashed through her mind as she saw Doutang lying on the sofa sighing and saying he was very tired.
She pouted, hugged her legs, and took off her shoes because they were very uncomfortable from being soaked.
Her fair, delicate toes bounced on the ground, making a splashing sound as she stepped into the puddles. The cool rain made her feel very insecure.
The factory in front of us was still burning, but strangely, looking through the open gate, there was no light at all, only deep darkness, as if another world lay behind that dilapidated gate.
Ringo Shinzen sat beside her, tearing off ineffective talismans from her body one by one, and sighed, "Mr. Ren is really strong, that kind of ability..."
She shuddered and said with a wry smile, "This is really beyond my imagination."
A short while later, the darkness inside the factory suddenly dissipated, and the flames inside the factory suddenly surged, raging fire obscuring the entire gate.
A dark figure slowly emerged from the fire.
The figure was shrouded in black mist, appearing as a pure black silhouette rather than a three-dimensional being. His steps were slow and steady, without any sign of panic or haste.
In his hand, he was holding a round object. Upon closer inspection, the two realized it was a head with a ferocious and terrifying expression.
The frozen expression on that head revealed the terror of the last moment before death, with disbelief in its eyes, as if it had seen something astonishing before it died.
Dou Tang saw Huaiyin sitting on the steps in the distance and casually threw Ping Jiangmen's head down.
The great vengeful spirit that had haunted Japan for thousands of years, the only person in Japanese history to claim himself as the new emperor and openly rebel against the emperor, was killed by Toudou and his head was casually thrown onto the concrete ground as if he were a piece of trash.
The cold rain lashed against Taira no Masakado's unseeing head, as if mocking his arrogance.
Dou Tang slowly walked towards Huai Yin, the black mist on his body gradually dissipating as he walked, leaving behind thin, long threads.
As he walked toward Huaiyin, he no longer needed to be so full of fighting spirit. The black mist dissipated, revealing eyes full of fatigue and worry, and he even looked somewhat haggard.
Dou Tang walked slowly and deliberately to Huai Yin. After the black mist dissipated, he looked completely ordinary, like an ordinary boy who suddenly ran out of his house to look for his family in the rain.
He squatted down and looked into Huaiyin's eyes. He saw the guilt and worry in Huaiyin's eyes, and the lecturing that was about to come out of his throat suddenly lost its power and slunk back into his heart.
He opened his mouth as if to speak but then stopped, while Huaiyin bit her lip and looked at him, her small feet on the ground twisting together nervously, her fair knuckles covered in rainwater.