From Naruto onwards, I've become a dreamer.

Chapter 307 The Grand Awakening (Part 3)
After the 'god' in the Tama River mountain area was revived, it caused natural disasters such as earthquakes, tsunamis, and torrential rains throughout Mount Fuji and Japan.

But what's even more terrifying is that the corpse guardians that were originally dormant under 'Takamagahara' were attracted by the bloodline of 'gods' and suddenly revived. Moreover, this time their numbers far exceeded the last time. In the satellite image, the dense red dots almost filled the entire screen.

The Corpse Guardians were not completely eliminated; the Corpse Guardians that the Snake Clan attacked last time were only a small part of those within 'Takamagahara'.

Now, more and more corpse guardians are emerging from the seabed of Takamagahara in response to the call of the 'god'.

In order to stop the Corpse Guardian Tide, Genji urgently ordered the deployment of blocking positions on the artificial island of Sea Firefly, but this alone was not enough; they needed stronger support.

Due to the time constraints, everyone eventually reached a decision to split into two groups!

Led by Angers, a squad including Caesar, Chu Zihang, and Uesugi Yue, together intercepted Corpse Guardian Tide at the Sea Firefly Artificial Island.

Meanwhile, the remaining main forces of the Snake Clan were engaged in god-slaying in the Tama River Mountains!

Umi-Hotaru is an artificial floating island used to connect the Tokyo Bay Expressway.

To its east is a cross-sea bridge, and to its west is a ten-kilometer-long undersea tunnel, which is also the last stronghold in Tokyo Bay.

The searchlights cast huge circular spots of light on the sea surface. Beneath the illuminated, dark surface, countless shadowy monsters, like dark, surging waves, were trying to cross the artificial island.

"There are only two minutes left before the Corpse Guards can land on the artificial island. Principal Angers, are you sure you really want to do this?"

The voice of Kassel's AI 'EVA' was clearly heard through the headphones.

Despite being soaked to the bone by the torrential rain, Anger's spine remained as straight as a sharp sword. He stared at the approaching Shi Shouchao and said calmly, "Since Genji has promised to personally nail the god to the Red Well, then the remaining dirty work can only fall on the shoulders of us old folks. Don't you agree, brother?"

"Don't talk to me!"

Uesugi Kotsu sat cross-legged beside him, his lips twitching, and said resentfully, "Angers, you're a complete bastard! All these years have passed, and you haven't changed a bit!"

He was extremely reluctant to come, but that bastard Angers insisted on bringing him here, specifically naming Genjiro.

So, after Genji hung up the phone and silently watched for three seconds, under the questioning gaze of his 'son', Uesugi Kotsugu finally couldn't hold back and immediately patted his chest to guarantee that he would definitely nail all the Corpse Guardians to the artificial island and not let a single Corpse Guardian enter Tokyo.

"If this is your last words, isn't it incredibly lame?"

Angers glanced sideways at Uesugi Yue, who sat down beside him with a dejected look on his face, as if he had given up hope. He frowned and said, "I don't understand. You're already making this face before we've even started. It's like we're going to lose. That's not the kind of aura a 'Movie King' should have."

"What kind of aura should the Emperor of Shadows possess?"

Uesugi sighed and said, "It's better to get rid of that kind of boring stuff as soon as possible."

"Hey, gentlemen, isn't it time to end our chat?"

At that moment, Caesar's voice came from the helicopter hovering overhead: "Judging by the tide of corpses, they will land in one minute."

"Let the combat platform descend."

Angers said calmly, taking the lead in walking towards the combat platform without turning his head, "If you regret it, you still have a chance now, but later... I'm afraid you won't have another chance."

"No, I'm just feeling a bit sentimental." Uesugi Yue seemed to have finally prepared himself. He slowly pushed himself up, carried the alchemical sword on his back, and followed Angers. Looking at the dark sea, he said with a sense of loss, "Angers, do you believe in fate?"

"What, you believe in fate?"

Angers didn't really believe in curses or fate; he was the kind of man who would break free from destiny, so he scoffed at Uesugi Kotsu's claims.

"I didn't believe it before, but now..."

Uesugi Kotsushi stopped mid-sentence, shook his head, and sighed, "Never mind, just pretend I was talking nonsense." (A rumble of sound follows.)
The shore-based combat platform slowly descended and landed on the edge of the artificial island.

The so-called shore-based combat platform is a defensive unit consisting of a triple-mounted high-speed machine gun, a high-explosive howitzer, a man-portable missile, and an armored shell. It is deployed on the coastline to suppress enemy landing operations.

In addition, they had large bundles of light and heavy firearms, enough to arm an assault company.

However, such modern weaponry is practically no different from ancient bows and arrows in the face of those corpse guardians resurrected by alchemy; it can be almost ignored.

"This situation is exactly like when Leonidas, the Spartan king, led three hundred warriors against Xerxes, the Persian king, with five hundred thousand men at Thermopylae," Caesar murmured, his hands still moving as he pulled the trigger of the heavy triple-mounted rapid-fire machine gun.

Chu Zihang carried the man-portable missile, aimed at the densest area of ​​the zombie horde, and pulled the trigger.

Rapid-fire machine guns and man-portable missiles emitted dazzling flashes of light.

The waterfall of death, constructed of fire and metal, instantly engulfed the horde of corpses, and countless serpentine shadows rose into the air amidst the shockwave of the explosion.

Boom boom boom boom! ! !
The overwhelming flames, accompanied by the wind and waves, and the barrels of the triple-gun blasters spewed out streams of deadly orange light.

The first wave of corpse guards who rushed onto the island were forced back by the powerful firepower of the shore-based combat platform, leaving behind corpses everywhere.

However, the zombie horde gave them no time to breathe, and then the second, third and fourth waves surged onto the combat platform.

After firing all the man-portable missiles on his shoulder, Chu Zihang grabbed his alchemical sword and jumped off the helicopter.

Word of Power: Lord's Flame!
The intense heat of the flames transformed into a tornado, sweeping across the vast artificial island.

Any corpse that came into contact with Junyan was instantly melted into a charred skeleton, while Baoyu was directly vaporized.

Even though dozens of them were burned to death at once, more corpse guards rushed towards him, roaring and trying to tear apart anyone who stood in their way with their sharp claws.

Chu Zihang adjusted his breathing, and a dazzling light burst forth from his eyes. At this moment, he pushed his Bloodlust to the second level. The boiling dragon blood was like flames, injecting an endless stream of power into his body. The replica alchemical ancient sword 'Murasame' was slashed horizontally in his hand.

The blade flashed across a perfect arc, seemingly severing even raindrops.

The next moment, all the corpse guards that tried to surround him were cut in half at the waist. The scales, which were as hard as steel, were like butter being cut by a red-hot blade under his knife.

"Wait for me!"

Caesar followed closely behind, leaping off the helicopter. The Black Blade Hunter Knife Dicket was in his hand, imbued with the wind blades of a vampire scythe, making it even sharper.

"I don't believe in fate, I only believe in myself."

Angers stretched his fingers, which were slightly stiff from the rain, gripped the folding knife, and said in a deep voice, "No one can take my life unless it is of my own free will."

Yan Ling Time Zero!

Like a ghost walking through time, this realm descended in a quiet form.

In the eyes of onlookers, Angers' movements suddenly accelerated, like a videotape being fast-forwarded, flashing back and forth in the crowded tide of corpses.

His speed was too fast, accelerating his own Word of Power to 50 times the speed, even far surpassing the Word of Power of Moment in the same field. So much so that the movements of those corpse guards were like slow motion in Angers' eyes. Angers was like a butterfly dancing on a tightrope of death, each flap of its wings splattering blood.

"Is this the problem you left me with?"

Uesugi Kotsushi stared blankly at the syringe in his palm, its contents a viscous, pale golden liquid: "Is fate... truly unchangeable?"

(End of this chapter)