Rebirth of the Devouring Dragon Emperor

Chapter 622 The Brewing Storm

Kanagawa Tajinga, this is a place name that cannot be found in any information in Wa country.

Even half of its name can be passed down word of mouth in the highest level of the Wa Kingdom, and it is so mysterious.

It is a house that can be invisible and can move freely. For thousands of years, Onmyoji have used this as their base camp and have never been attacked.

It is said that Abe Chiju is over two hundred years old, but he still looks like an old man who will reach sixty. The biggest secret of this is that the flow of time in the Kanagawa Takaima will slow down.

The sound of ancient music sounded, and a group of beautiful shikigami danced in the hall of Tajima.

In the eyes of onmyojis, this is a picture that no matter how many years they appreciate it, they still can't get enough of it.

"Life is short for a hundred years, but it's just an insignificant thing. Seeing the world is like a dream!"

An onmyoji who was as old as a mummy said with emotion.

Abe Chishou glanced at the man in disgust, this is already a waste that has been completely exhausted.

The mummy onmyoji hurriedly shut up and stood up respectfully. He didn't want to be driven out of the Kanagawa Tajinga, otherwise, he wouldn't survive ten days outside.

At this time, a younger onmyoji came to report.

"Lord Qianshou, Ye Qing has finally launched an attack on the emperor, and the three artifacts of the kingdom are about to fall into his hands. Look, do we need to intervene?"

Abe Chiju didn't say anything immediately when he heard the words, but closed his eyes and seemed to be weighing carefully.

The music in the room slowed down, and the dancing postures of the glamorous shikigami also began to stagnate and become jerky.

After a while, Abe Chiju opened his eyes and said, "Ota Risa, your family married the Emperor's family 700 years ago, and you want to use the blood of an onmyoji to help the royal family improve their cultivation talent. That was still in the shogunate era, everyone. That's all."

"But to this day, you are still standing on the side of the emperor's family, forgetting your status as a noble onmyoji, there is no excuse for your sin."

Abe Chishou's voice spoke extremely slowly, as if a judge stood in court and sentenced a criminal ten times over and over again.

"Lord Qianshou, please be clear, I didn't mean that, I didn't mean that!"

Without the permission of the leader of the onmyoji, he couldn't summon his shikigami here, so Ota Ritsusa became extremely panicked, knelt down and kowtowed vigorously.

Abe Chiju and nearly a hundred onmyojis present all responded with cold gazes, just like the kind of eyes that dead people stare at each other.

The atmosphere suddenly became strange and chilling.

At the same time, the glamorous shikigami who were singing and dancing just now seemed to suddenly possess a lot of spirituality and vitality, and they were no longer as regular and uninspiring as before.

"Thanks for the gift from the gods and the leader, flesh and blood are the power of dance." The tallest shikigami bowed to Abe Chishou.

"Beautiful blood is the source of inspiration for singing and dancing." A light shikigami walked up to Ota Risa and looked at it carefully.

"Only the flesh and blood of the Onmyoji is the key to the growth of Shikigami's strength."

The next moment, under the watchful eyes of everyone, a group of beautiful shikigami tore the hapless onmyoji Ota Risa to pieces, swallowed it in small mouthfuls quickly, and devoured it completely in less than half a minute.

The speed of this movement is jaw-dropping.

"Thank you, sir, for your gift." A group of glamorous shikigami bowed to Abe Chiju contentedly, and then retreated respectfully.

"That's what happens to the betrayal."

Abe Chiju's voice was terribly calm. He closed his eyes again and spoke slowly.

"Our onmyoji lineage has been played by the traitor Xu Fu for 2000 years, but we have a noble blood, we must have the spirit of opening up a new world, and a mere magical weapon for the country cannot be a reason to restrain us in the new era."

As soon as these words came out, the expressions of the many onmyojis in the room finally changed.

"Master Qianshou, this may be our chance to live forever."

"Damn Datian Lusa, his family should also be eradicated!"

"Sure enough, the leader of each generation of Onmyoji is always the wisest one!"

"My lord, you are right. It was the servants who made Xu Fu's family draw their curtains down in this era."

"Ye Qing and the emperor's family? Hehe, let them fight first!"

"In this Japanese country, among the gods, there should be my place as an onmyoji!"

Kyoto, Amaterasu Building.

The reason why it is called this name is because this skyscraper is one of the places where the powerful people in the entire Wa country work.

It is also the tallest building in Japan.

On the roof, there was a cool breeze, and a dozen people in suits and leather shoes had been standing here for a long time, silent.

After a while, their leader, the head of the imperial bodyguard, said sadly and angrily: "Those guys have said that they have been loyal to the emperor for thousands of years, but what is the result now? If you want troops, you won't give them troops, if you want police force, you won't give police force!"

"I don't have the face to meet His Majesty the Emperor. You can do whatever you want. Maybe, in the future, there will no longer be anyone who wants to be loyal to the Wa Kingdom."

After speaking, the chief guard slowly took out his pistol and aimed it at his temple.

More than a dozen subordinates watched him quietly, and no one spoke out to dissuade him at this time, as if they were rushing to a "seppuku" honor ceremony.

"Bah!"

The gunshot rang out, and a bloody black hole appeared at both ends of the head of the royal bodyguard, and he fell to the ground dead.

The rest of the more than a dozen royal guards learned the etiquette of warriors, bowed to each other, and then walked silently to the railing on the top floor.

Jumping down one after another, it's like laying down human meat dumplings.

Kyoto, the Imperial Palace of the Wa Kingdom.

At some point, large groups of drones flew over the large imperial palace.

This scene is like wild bees going to the market, and these wild bees don't look like a nest.

If it was at any other time, a drone would be captured immediately, and there would be a lot of international disputes. Unfortunately, in today's situation, it seems that the Wa people are no longer willing to care about those.

Yang Xiaocong's drone was also in there, but the drone he found in a hurry was too low-end, and was knocked to the ground by drones that were at least two generations older than him.

"Ma De, is it great to have money? Is it great to have technology? I created eighteen generations of your ancestors!"

Yang Xiaocong was so angry that he cursed loudly, but he also clearly knew how deep the pool of water was, and it was far beyond what he, a rich second generation who was just eating and waiting to die, could stir up.

Just like now, the huge imperial palace is exposed in front of the eyes of himself and others. At a glance, it is quiet and unguarded, just like an actress who has no resistance.

But would he and his companions dare to go there?
There, it is now the center of a national storm, and the storm has been brewing for thousands of years.

No matter who it is, as long as it passes by this time, it is very likely that it will be torn to pieces by the storm!
(End of this chapter)