Infinite Terror: This Middle Continent is Rebellious

Chapter 254 The Day of the Grand Festival
Gojo Satoru wanted to lose his temper. Some time ago, he asked Nozomi to threaten the lives of ordinary people, and today he asked Wen Lie to threaten the lives of the sorcerers. This couldn't be more frustrating.

"What on earth do you want to do? You said there's no benefit from killing the moths, but what good is it for you to turn the world into this?"

However, as the best pressure-resistant king in the Jujutsu Kaisen, Gojo Satoru would not really lose his mind. He stared at Wen Lie with extremely cold eyes.

Wen Lie asked, "Have you discovered something?"

"what?"

Gojo Satoru frowned and thought hurriedly about what he had missed.

Wen Lie grabbed the handle tied around his waist, pulled it gently, pulled out a soft whip, and threw it into the dark alley in the distance.

The whip was like a long snake, stretching forward for dozens of meters. The golden electric light controlled the whip and wrapped around the body of a cursed spirit. The cursed spirit tried to resist, but the power of the ripples penetrated into its body through the long whip, instantly eliminating its ability to resist.

Wen Lie pulled hard, dragged the cursed spirit out of the alley, and threw it in front of him.

"Special grade? What do you mean? Can you easily capture a special grade cursed spirit alive?"

Gojo Satoru sneered, it’s just a special-grade cursed spirit, who can’t kill it instantly?

A hint of surprise flashed in Yuta Okkotsu's eyes. The fact that he could control the special-grade cursed spirit so easily showed that he was indeed a strong man who was no weaker than Gojo Sensei.

Wen Lie stepped on the special-grade curse spirit and warned Gojo Satoru, "Haven't you noticed? Special-grade curse spirits are about to become ubiquitous."

Gojo Satoru frowned.

"……really."

Not long after he returned to Japan, he discovered nearly 10 special-grade cursed spirits.

Although they are all small fry, the frequency is not low. Even if the noose releases 1000 million cursed spirits to cause chaos, special-grade cursed spirits will not be born so quickly.

Wen Lie said frankly, "For us, this world is like a giant death game. However, we are not hunting humans, but these cursed spirits. Every time we kill a cursed spirit, we will gain certain benefits depending on the strength of the cursed spirit. However, if we kill too many cursed spirits, the existence of arranging us to enter this world will also enhance the power of the cursed spirits and prevent us from cheating points. However, as the strength of the cursed spirits increases, the rewards for killing them will also increase."

After saying that, Wen Lie pushed hard with his feet, and the high temperature of the ripples burned the special-grade curse spirit into ashes.

Yuta Otsukotsu was speechless.

"W-what are you talking about?"

If it is really as Wen Lie said, doesn’t it mean that there really are gods in the world who control destiny?
Gojo Satoru asked calmly, "You mean this is just a game played by the gods, and you are the players chosen by them?"

Wen Lie shrugged: "The being who gave us the order does have a name like Lord God."

Gojo Satoru felt a huge sense of powerlessness in his heart.

"As expected... East Sea Team, West Sea Team, Central Continent Team, you're divided into teams based on different regions. The East Sea Team often mysteriously disappears, and their whereabouts are unknown. It's because they've returned to the Lord's world."

All the confusions from the past now seem to have been explained.

"You are players. Spellcasters and ordinary people are NPCs, and curse casters and cursed spirits are wild monsters, right?"

Wen Lie smiled and said, "You understand very well. I give you a thumbs up."

Otsutsukota asked cautiously, "Gojo-sensei, do you believe him?"

Gojo Satoru sneered and said indifferently, "Why not? At least there are no loopholes, right? Compared to them, Nosuke's Death Rebirth Journey is just a small fight. At least the Death Rebirth Journey won't increase the difficulty by strengthening the curse spirit."

Wen Lie said, "So, what are your plans? But I must remind you that I've been acting alone. Most of the Zhongzhou team, like the sorcerers, simply believe that I was being targeted by the noose because I was concerned about the casualties of ordinary people, and that they've sealed me in the Prison Gate. When this is over, we'll still be on the sorcerer's side. Do you understand?"

Gojo Satoru asked coldly, "You've done something so awful, yet you're still pretending to be a good person. If I expose you, you'll just throw in the towel. Is that what you're saying?"

Wen Lie said as a matter of course, "After all, we still have to develop in this world. If Qi Tengyi's attributes are strengthened by one more level, he can summon ghosts. Well... Actually, there is no need to strengthen it by one more level. Kill Noose, use his corpse to summon the Skeleton Mage, and use the Curse Spirit Manipulation Technique to capture the cursed spirits. There are also cursed spirits formed by human fear of natural disasters. As raw materials, they can also allow me to use more powerful tricks..."

Gojo Satoru's expression gradually turned gloomy.

Although he didn't understand some of the terms in Wen Lie's words, he could tell that Wen Lie was planning to use an alternative spell-manipulation technique to turn Jie's body into a Shikigami.

"You are a terrible person indeed."

Wen Lie's attitude was nonchalant, showing that he didn't care about his thoughts at all.

Sure enough, he is a player, does he simply treat this world as a game?
Wen Lie looked at Gojo Satoru with a questioning look in his eyes: "So..."

Gojo Satoru said with a forced smile, "Don't worry, I won't tell anyone before you disappear."

"That's OK."

Wen Lie tied the whip around his waist, clapped his hands, and spoke cheerfully.

"See you later. I have something else to do, so I'm leaving now."

Before he finished speaking, Wen Lie's figure left an afterimage, just like the screen of a touch-screen phone being stretched by two fingers, and the distance between the two of them suddenly widened.

"Yuta."

Gojo Satoru closed his eyes, the expression draining from his face.

"Teacher Gojo!"

Yuta Otsutsuki responded, and Rika's figure gradually disappeared from behind him.

Gojo Satoru said calmly, "You leave Japan, continue your search for the black rope, and settle down in Africa."

"What about the teacher?"

"I'm going to look for Ye Moth and the others. After I find them, I'll send them to Africa... Don't worry about me. I won't act rashly until I rescue Ye Moth and the others."

As he spoke, Gojo Satoru put on his sunglasses.

Upon hearing this, Yuta Okkotsu also breathed a sigh of relief, and then immediately nodded in agreement.

He believed that Mr. Gojo would not joke about the lives of the principal and his junior students.

In the following days, the 19-nation coalition forces including the United States, Britain, France, Canada, South Korea, Colombia, Thailand, Italy, and Germany entered Japanese territory one after another.

Almost every day, warships and aircraft carriers crossed the Sea of ​​Japan, large numbers of aircraft flew over Kanto, and tanks cleared the way on city streets. Every Japanese person felt insecure, and no one dared to go out on the streets unless it was necessary.

Hundreds of thousands of coalition forces were distributed throughout Japan, with some remaining in the outside world to track the whereabouts of the Nakasu team and hunt down the Death Soldiers.

Some of them moved to Tokyo to calm the restless Japanese government and allow politicians from various countries to visit the Prime Minister's residence.

Some of them broke through the barrier of death and destruction and captured the sorcerer with clear coordinates.

Soldiers with different skin colors, races, and nationalities but the same goal, rushed towards the place where the sorcerers lived.

The stun grenades thrown out made the sorcerers lose consciousness, and the electric shock bullets and anesthetic bullets fired directly eliminated their ability to resist, and then muscle relaxants were injected.

The soldiers easily captured the sorcerer without firing live ammunition.

Only a few sorcerers could resist the army, but when faced with a powerful sorcerer, the soldiers would resort to more powerful weapons. "As long as it doesn't damage the brain, it's fine, right?"

If they really couldn't leave any survivors, these soldiers would not foolishly follow their superiors' orders and fight the sorcerers with non-lethal weapons.

The large and powerful army had an absolute advantage in the Death Cycle, and the sorcerers fled in fear.

Until they encountered cursed spirits and a powerful ancient sorcerer.

Normal guns and cannons cannot hurt the cursed spirits, and soldiers without curse tools cannot even see the shadow of the cursed spirits. In addition, the city's terrain is complex and does not allow for fire bombing. No matter how many soldiers there are, they are not strong enough to kill the ancient sorcerers.

Within a single day, tens of thousands of soldiers died inside the barrier. Unable to leave the barrier and pass on the news from inside the barrier, soldiers outside entered the barrier one after another, approaching death.

By noon on the day of the grand ceremony, the death toll of soldiers had exceeded 300,000.

At the moment of death, the soldiers' brains released a huge amount of magical power, filling up various barriers.

At the highest point of Tokyo's first barrier, Wen Lie and Xu Suo stood on the rooftop of a high-rise building, looking down at the changes below.

"It's time, little gold bug."

Wen Lie called out, and the little golden bug that managed the barrier immediately appeared in front of him.

"I'm going to add two rules."

Wen Lie narrowed his eyes, and a gleam of light flashed in his eyes.

"First, the barrier can be entered and exited."

"Secondly, the exit of the barrier is unified at this location of the fifth barrier in Tokyo."

Wen Lie took out a map, pointed to the direction on the map, and said to Xiao Jinchong.

The so-called Fifth Barrier of Tokyo was a barrier that Wen Lie asked Nozomi to open a few days ago. It was located in Chiyoda Ward, Tokyo.

The direction Wen Lie pointed out was that the exit was facing the Yasukuni Shrine where the grand ceremony was about to be held, and the distance between the two was no more than two hundred meters.

After paying the points accumulated over the past few days, the little golden bug could not resist Wen Lie's request, and immediately transformed the barrier of the Death and Annihilation Migration, and made these two rules public to everyone.

The two newly emerged rules caused a huge sensation in the major barriers of the Death Migration. All humans who became swimmers actively or passively rushed to the edge of the barrier.

No matter whether they are soldiers, ordinary swimmers, or ancient sorcerers, no one can stay here any longer.

The resources inside the barrier are limited. If they continue to stay there, they will sooner or later starve to death inside the barrier.

At the same time, the grand ceremony at the Yasukuni Shrine has begun.

2018年10月30日，上午9点30分。

Ten strong men carried an extremely luxurious sedan chair and walked through the streets towards the restaurant where Ryomen Sukuna and Satomi were temporarily staying.

Dozens of clergymen and politicians also accompanied the delegation, and thousands of citizens gathered on both sides of the road along the way to watch, wanting to know what Japan was doing and what kind of gods it was welcoming.

To maintain order, thousands of Self-Defense Force soldiers formed human fences on both sides of the street to prevent others from interfering with the festival.

Soon, the shrine arrived in front of the restaurant. Looking at the situation in front, Ryomen Sukuna sneered, pulled Rimei, and jumped onto the shrine.

"That man's eyes!"

"Look! Four eyes!"

“What is the Japanese government thinking?”

"Does thinking that something is different from a normal person mean it's a god? Isn't this a monster?"

"This is clearly a deformed person! Could it be that the Japanese government is still trying to make the idea that anyone who is different from the norm is a Saint King?"

The onlookers couldn't help but exclaim in surprise. Foreign politicians had seen the two Sukuna a few days ago, but this was the first time that ordinary people saw who was the protagonist of this festival.

The four eyes of Ryomen Sukuna sparked a heated discussion.

Of course, there is nothing good to say. After all, the Yasukuni Shrine is a shameful place. Holding a grand ceremony at the Yasukuni Shrine is a great offense against the world. In addition, the deity to be worshipped looks like this, which will naturally cause public ridicule.

Ryomen Sukuna tilted his head, a look of displeasure flashing in his eyes.

In an instant, more than a dozen invisible slashes swept across the surroundings.

In an instant, white liquid and red liquid flew all over the sky, and hundreds of headless corpses fell to the ground.

"what!!!"

The horrifying scene made the people around scream in fear. No one would have thought that they would lose their life inexplicably just by coming to watch the ceremony.

Suddenly, the scene became chaotic, and the crowded crowd fled outside. No one dared to continue watching here.

Except for the fearless war correspondents, who used buildings as cover, squatted down from the windows behind the wall and continued to shoot.

In addition to the reporters, there was another group of people who wanted to run away but couldn't. The men carrying the sedan chair were pale, but they continued to move forward. Even though their legs were trembling, no one dared to drop the burden on their shoulders.

They had received training in advance and were mentally prepared. They also knew very well that if they dared to escape, they would die faster than others.

Seeing that the situation was not right, the priests also moved closer to the sedan chair and assisted the bearers in lifting it to prevent it from falling and allowing Ryomen Sukuna to start a killing spree.

"Fuck! Ryoumen Sukuna, that bastard!"

On the rooftop in the distance, Zheng Zha, Cheng Xiao, Zhao Yingkong and others squatted on a high place, staring at the two Sukuna on the sedan chair.

They intend to disrupt the festival and hope to stop Ryomen Sukuna before the mikoshi enters the Yasukuni Shrine.

However, Ryoumen Sukuna's nonchalant attack made them angry and fearful.

It was a completely invisible attack and there was no way to deal with it. If you rushed forward recklessly, you wouldn't even know you were being cut by Ryomen Sukuna.

No one dared to act rashly. They felt the situation was extremely difficult and they didn't know where to start. They could only follow the sedan chair and continue looking for opportunities.

However, although Ryoumen Sukuna seemed to be full of flaws, when they wanted to take action, they could feel a fatal sense of crisis.

As a last resort, the group could only watch the sedan chair arrive at the Yasukuni Shrine.

In front of the gate of the Yasukuni Shrine, hundreds of Japanese politicians, clergymen of the shrine, and senior officials from 19 countries came to welcome them.

This was perhaps the most humble festival, because ordinary people were scared away by the casual slashes of Ryomen Sukuna. Only those who were not afraid of death and those with political missions dared to continue to participate in the festival, and there were less than a thousand people in total.

However, no matter how shabby it was, Liu Qiang couldn't help it.

At the moment the shrine entered the Yasukuni Shrine, Ryomen Sukuna, who was sitting on the shrine, turned his head and smiled contemptuously at the place where the Nakasu team was hiding.

(End of this chapter)