From Naruto onwards, I've become a dreamer.

Chapter 299 The King: The Harvest

In Tokyo Bay, hordes of corpses surged onto the land like a black tide.

Despite the fact that the Snake Clan held the advantage of terrain and manpower, and had deployed a coast guard fleet and set up fire support on land in advance, they were still being forced to retreat in the face of the seemingly endless horde of corpses.

The four major blocking positions—Wind, Forest, Fire, and Mountain—have all basically failed, and the entire front line is teetering on the brink of collapse under the onslaught of the corpses.

If it weren't for Genjiro and Erii Uesugi, the entire defense line of Tokyo Bay would probably have been breached by the Corpse Guardians long ago.

"No, young master, we're about to lose this position!"

The retainer, his face covered in blood, rushed to the man's side and said through gritted teeth, "The four groups of Wind, Forest, Fire, and Mountain are basically all wiped out. Now only this blocking position is left!"

Just then, a ferocious corpse guard broke through the defense line, baring its fangs and waving its sharp claws, attempting to launch a sneak attack.

Genji gripped the ancient sword 'Spider Cutter' with clean and swift movements. With a simple 'Water Moon', the blade drew a huge arc and slashed down vertically.

scoff!

The icy, bone-chilling dragon blood sprayed out like a fountain.

One of the zombies, attempting to break through the defenses, was sliced ​​in two, the cut as neat and smooth as a mirror.

The blue scales on the surface of the Corpse Guardian's skin are extremely strong defensively; even bullets can only leave a slight dent. However, in front of the famous sword 'Spider Cutter' in Genji's hands, which has been passed down for a hundred years, it is as fragile as a piece of tofu, demonstrating its extreme sharpness.

"We must hold this position at all costs!"

Yuan Zhisheng took a breath, raised his hand to wipe the blood from his face, his eyes dark and cold: "We must not let a single corpse guard break through our defenses."

However, despite this, how long can the Serpent Clan withstand the relentless onslaught of corpses?
Genjiro turned his gaze forward, a hint of worry showing in his furrowed brows.

At the edge of his vision stood a girl in red, with fair, jade-like skin, flowing long hair, and a slender, exquisite figure, like an elf from a fairy tale. She seemed completely out of place among the bloody, ferocious, and terrifying blue-scaled monsters around her.

However, this seemingly petite and adorable girl with an elfin-like perfect appearance was like a deathly domain within a three-meter radius around her.

Intruders who stepped into it were all shredded by an invisible force, leaving behind a trail of broken limbs and flesh wherever they went.

Before the sea breeze, mixed with the howls of thousands of corpses, the girl gripped a thin sword blade, her wide shrine maiden robes fluttering, her wine-red hair flying like a burning flame. As she parted her cherry lips, tornadoes formed by the seawater suddenly rose from the ground.

In the next instant, countless streams of water, surging upwards, were controlled by the girl and transformed into sharp swords, pointing towards the ferocious horde of corpses.

It was as if a great god had delivered the final judgment on the crimes committed by those disgusting monsters.

Word Spirit·Judgment!
The girl parted her cherry lips slightly, grasped the thin blade, and gently swung it down.

The water that filled the sky above Tokyo Bay instantly transformed into countless sharp swords, descending at an astonishing speed, carrying the will of death.

In an instant, hundreds of corpses were shredded by the sharp water droplets, splashing out like a fountain, or like the red spider lilies of the underworld, blooming with an eerie and bloody beauty.

The bursting water droplets, carrying the monster's blood, scattered around the girl, like a pure white curtain painted with a tragic crimson.

The once dense horde of corpses was cleared out of a large area, and Erii, standing amidst that mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood, remained expressionless. Her piercing golden eyes, like those of a true god, were filled with coldness and indifference, dominating every life present.

"That's fantastic! It's the head of the Uesugi family!"

"Go for it! Kill all these monsters!"

"With the head of the Uesugi family here, we're sure to win! Charge!"

With Uesugi Erii's assistance, the crumbling defensive line was stabilized again, and the hordes of corpse guards that had rushed ashore were once again forcefully pushed back. "How many waves is this?"

But Yuan Zhisheng was very impatient. Looking at the chaotic battlefield around him, he asked, "Also, where is Dad? Have you seen him?"

“The seventh wave, but according to Norma’s detection, there are two more waves approaching.” Miyamoto Shigeo shook his head and said, “As for Mr. Masamune, we haven’t seen him since the beginning.”

"Damn it, how much of this stuff is left!" Genji looked at the girl with her red sleeves fluttering, his eyes filled with unease and worry: "This can't go on."

Now, the biggest question is, how long can Erii hold on?

'Word of Power' is not a superpower without a price, especially Erii's Word of Power: Judgment, which is a powerful Word of Power that can almost be described as killing everything in sight. Using it so frequently will only make her already unstable bloodline more prone to going berserk.

If it goes "rampage", the consequences will be unimaginable!
"What exactly does Dad want to do?"

Yuan Zhisheng was very agitated, and at the same time, he had a vague sense of unease. This whole thing had happened too suddenly.

The Snake Clan was caught completely unprepared and forced into a bloody battle against the corpses surging from the 'Divine Burial Ground' in a sudden and unprepared manner. Tachibana Masamune, the patriarch, made virtually no strategic arrangements, which was quite different from the father he had always remembered.

Inuyama He retreated from the front lines, his chest stained with large patches of crimson blood, his breathing disordered, and his eyes bloodshot: "Chisuke... we can't keep fighting like this."

In the first seven waves of the battle to defend against the corpses, the Snake Clan suffered heavy losses.

A large number of outstanding young mixed-race individuals were thrown into this cruel meat grinder, with an average survival time of less than an hour. If the fighting continues like this, the losses will be incalculable.

“We have no other choice, Mr. Inuyama.” Genji looked at the ancient sword with its broken blade, clearly showing the fierce battle the old man had experienced. His heart was heavy, as if a huge boulder was pressing down on him: “Because this is our destiny.”

Fate, what an ironic word; it should be 'curse'.

Inuyama He remained silent, his golden eyes, which should have been dazzling, revealing a deep weariness: "But, can we really break the curse like this, Chisei?"

"I believe in my dad."

Yuan Zhisheng's answer was simple, as he tried hard to suppress the unease in his heart.

"But."

Before Inuyama He could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Miyamoto Shio.

"Norma has detected someone trespassing into the restricted area!"

His voice was urgent, but almost at the same time, Genjiro and Inuyama He heard an ethereal and strange clapper sound.

Once again, upon hearing the familiar sound of the clapper, Genji immediately looked in the direction of the sound, his pupils burning with flames: "It's the King!"

Inuyama He gritted his teeth and forced himself to stand up, gripping the blade tightly in his hand: "Is he the leader of the Oni Clan? The culprit who lured out the 'Shinbōshō' group of corpse guardians, is that guy?!"

Suddenly, a figure appeared on the road behind the Snake-Headed Eight Families.

Clad in a black haori and wearing a pale courtier mask, he approached like a ghost, striking a strange clapper.

"Is their appearance now a prelude to a sneak attack from behind while we're holding off the Corpse Guardians, to wipe out the Serpent Clan in one fell swoop?" Genji gritted his teeth, staring fiercely at the King General. The unease that had been lingering in his heart all along had become even stronger: "They really have chosen a good time."

"Of course, how could I be absent from such a lively celebration?"

The king slowly removed his mask, revealing a familiar face with a mocking sneer on his lips.

(End of this chapter)