Tokyo: The Player Behind the Scenes.

Chapter 161, page 159: Breakthrough of the Defense Line

Blood mist surged, and the outline of the dark red city gradually became clear.

The layers of eaves pierced the mist, like countless inverted demonic fangs.

Thick, scarlet liquid flowed on the tiles, and the surface of the city wall was entwined with vine-like, blood-red veins, each vein pulsating eerily, as if the entire city were a crouching, towering behemoth.

"This shape...it's a castle tower?!"

Although the blood mist affected visibility, the signal was not interfered with. Thanks to the dense network of drones, Yokota's command center could still see multi-directional images of the scene.

The castle tower (tenshu) is the most representative part of Japanese castles, with layers stacked up and overlooking the surrounding area.

But usually, there isn't a scale or size like this, so overwhelming that it completely disrupts all official plans.

On the south shore of the artificial island, Taki, protected by a large number of mechanical weapons, looked at the faintly visible blood-red sky gate and seemed to understand something.

The demon sword she wields in the game is merely the demon sword of the third generation Muramasa.

However, according to the notebook left by Hosei, it was the fourth Muramasa who truly triggered a brutal and bloody massacre.

Therefore, since she did not experience that era, she could not possibly know the full extent of the demon sword's abilities.

Boom boom!

Several bursts of flame exploded on the castle tower.

Commander McCullough authorized the missile launch immediately after the castle tower appeared.

The destroyer was in the waters not far away. The missile arrived in an instant and struck the giant castle tower, splashing up bloody fragments. However, overall, there was no damage visible to the naked eye.

It's very simple, the dosage is not enough.

Thus, the suicide drones formed a swarm, the frigate's guns were aimed, and all the missiles entered the launch sequence.

Nearly a century later, a massive bombing that ripped apart the heavens and earth was reenacted in Tokyo.

The swarm of drones crashed into the castle tower, exploding one after another. Then came a barrage of missiles and artillery shells raining down on the ground. Just watching it made one feel suffocated, as if one had traveled back to a modern battlefield, where a meat grinder-like showdown was about to unfold.

shhhhh!

Rumble!
Some of the blood-red blades fired from the castle tower were intercepted by some of the missiles, causing them to detonate prematurely in mid-air.

Before the bombardment ended and the bombers arrived, the castle tower extended a walkway space around each floor. Countless blood-soaked figures ran out of the building, holding bows and arrows, aiming at the south, drawing their bows—and firing!
Countless red arrows rained down on Takii.

"Counterattack detected, Ms. Muramasa, please enter the safe house," a robot controlled by a human advised Taki.

Takii did not refuse, gripped the Yokai Cutter tightly, and walked into the safe house.

She felt less nervous than she had imagined; instead, she seemed more excited.

"Hold the line!"

Input the command, and the machine troops deploy their defensive array, disperse their formation, and unfurl shields.

The close-in weapon systems on the south bank continued to fire, taking down as many targets as possible.

The crimson arrow pierced through the thick lines of fire and blood mist, striking a robot in the shoulder and exploding into a spray of blood, instantly paralyzing the robot.

Close-in weapon systems can withstand more damage, but eventually they become riddled with holes and still cannot escape the fate of being destroyed.

When faced with these "cold weapons," the terrifying firepower of modern technology was momentarily at a disadvantage!

"Squad 157 is out of control!"

"Squad 159 has lost response; we are completely on the defensive!"

"Wolf Den No. 7 and Beehive No. 3 have been destroyed and are unable to continue operations."

"Tell me, how many spare units are left?!"

How long until the bombing squadron arrives?

After several waves of arrows, the robot army suffered heavy losses.

On the castle tower, the archer's bow disappeared, and before the bombing began, he leaped into the air, spreading his gliding wings, and flew towards the south bank across the waterway.

"Enemy attack! Close combat imminent! Regroup and deploy your lines!"

"Release all backup units and protect the safe house!"

"Talos Squad will guard both flanks."

"The helicopter squadron is rushing to the front line to stop the monsters from getting close to the safe house."

Orders were issued one after another, and the devastated battlefield began to function again.

The castle tower was once again subjected to a barrage of bombs, the flames reflected in the tower visible to almost the entire city of Tokyo, and the thunderous roars that echoed through the air made one's heart pound in unison.

If you live in a coastal area, you can see a huge castle looming in and out of the low-lying crimson clouds. Explosions repeatedly illuminate the blood mist, like lightning rolling in the clouds.

Iwasaki, dressed in a black robe, stood atop a tall building. After watching quietly for a while, he transformed into black mist and, under the cover of night, headed towards the direction of the blazing fire.

Near the port of the artificial island, in a cluster of factory buildings, Nobi, who had been squatting there for almost two days, appeared in the blood mist, feeling the earth tremble, his pupils reflecting the continuous artillery fire.

Even if he appeared now, there would be nothing he could do. He suppressed his emotions and waited for the right moment for the demon sword to truly appear.

In the southern area, bloodied figures landed one after another, greeted by swarms of bullets, flamethrowers, and self-destructing mechanical dogs.

These blood-soaked figures are not powerful beings. With sufficient firepower, they can be easily dispersed and turned into a pool of putrid blood.

After landing, batches of surviving blood-soaked men pulled out blood-stained knives from behind and quickly approached the defending forces.

However, positional warfare is where modern firepower has an advantage. As long as there are enough bullets, the defensive network laid out can make it difficult for the Blood Man to break through.

If they hadn't fallen from the sky in such a scattered manner, I could have easily killed them all, no matter how many came.

"Heaven!"

Within the Talos squad, which was maintaining some pressure on the defensive line, a blood-soaked figure fell from the sky. A blood-stained blade pierced directly into the skull of one of the men's armor, followed by a muffled explosion. The squad members inside were instantly turned into minced meat.

"Damn it!" The men turned their guns around, wanting to unleash their firepower on the bloodied man in front of them.

With lightning speed, it flicked its hand, sending a barrage of shurikens striking one of their weakest armored sections, embedding it halfway in, before vanishing into the blood mist in the blink of an eye.

Ninja?!

These blood-soaked people actually have career plans?
On the battlefield, there was more than one blood-soaked ninja. They appeared like ghosts, helping the main force to breach the defensive line and create a firepower vacuum.

The Blood Man's arquebusiers quickly followed, one shot per robot, tearing apart the loosened defenses.

With a single slash, the blood-soaked warrior cut down the robot dog that was charging at him because it had run out of ammunition, and continued to act as a human shield, walking at the forefront.

Ammunition began to run out, and the defensive line in the rear, which was being disrupted by ninjas, gradually became riddled with holes.

They stepped over the mechanical ruins that were flashing with electric arcs, heading towards the core they were protecting.

These blood-soaked figures were not acting haphazardly; they were like spirits returning from hundreds of years ago, following their instinctive combat coordination and will, and advancing methodically toward their destination.

One by one, the well-prepared positions were destroyed, and the mechanical dog wolf dens were ruined.

Just as they were almost completely breaking through, the helicopter formation finally arrived in time, using machine guns to draw lines on the ground prohibiting passage.

Taking advantage of this respite, the remaining troops regrouped and barely held onto the last line of defense, almost right in front of the safe house.

But the good times didn't last long. The ninja blood man threw out his crimson grappling hook and instantly appeared on the helicopter.

"What the hell!"

Even though visibility was reduced due to the night and the blood mist, they still maintained an altitude of several tens of meters. How could this thing climb up with just a grappling hook?!

The crew members in the back row were shocked to see this and hurriedly tried to fire, but the enemy was faster than them. A bloody blade swept across, and two heads rolled to the ground.

Immediately afterwards, two knives pierced the cockpit, and the helicopter instantly went out of control, tilting and spinning towards the ground before crashing into a fireball.

After losing several helicopters in this way, the other helicopters were so frightened that they quickly took off and only dared to hover outside the blood mist.

A heated debate is underway in the command center.

"We must bring Muramasa Taki back!"

"How do I bring it? Tell me how! The helicopter can't even get close!"

"Use close-range bombing to buy time?"

"The bombing squadron has just completed its bombing of the castle tower. It will take time, and the possibility of friendly fire is too high."

"We can't bombard them. Our objective is to get Muramasa Taki out! Her death is far more terrifying than her being controlled by the demon sword! Even the ship's cannons can't fire in this visibility."

"Fleet, have Talos's squad cover her as she gets to a ship and leaves!"

McCullough's gaze swept over the excited staff officers. On the battle screen, large areas had fallen, the mechanical forces were almost wiped out, and the two Talos squads had also suffered varying degrees of losses.

Without a doubt, this operation was on the verge of failure. They were like fishermen who had made all the preparations, but they did not expect to catch a Godzilla.

If Muramasa Takii dies, even if he can blast that giant castle tower to the ground, it won't make much difference.

McCullough's eyes lingered on Leon, as if he had something to say.

"Perhaps we should ask Ms. Muramasa for her opinion."

Leon's words caused the staff officers to stop their discussion and look at him strangely.

It seems that no one has thought about the problem from this perspective.

They do want to protect Muramasa Takii, but they basically don't consider the opinions of those involved and only act in their own best interests.

It's somewhat like saying: "Protecting you is none of your business."

McCullough, however, understood what Leon meant.

The fact that Muramasa Taki has awakened superpowers has not been made public yet, and not many people know about it, but McCullough, as the commander of the Japanese garrison, is certainly one of them.

As the ninth generation Muramasa, it's safe to say that it would be difficult to find anyone alive in the world who understands the demon sword better than her.

Instead of arguing here, we should ask her what she thinks.

Battle scene.

The hard-won, re-established defensive line was breached once again, and several ninjas rushed towards the safe house.

"Protect the target!"

The Talos members guarding the door took out their hand cannons and blasted the half-blooded man apart with a single shot.

The ninjas moved swiftly, throwing kunai and shuriken to disrupt the attack.

The captain of the Talos squad had just fired his hand cannon and hadn't even had time to draw his main weapon when an approaching ninja, wielding a blood-stained blade, thrust it straight at his neck.

At this moment, his mind wasn't on the lantern, but on the Japanese assault troops whose heads had been chopped off at Benmen Temple last time.

Is it his turn this time?

chap!
A flash of cold light, and the blood-man ninja, along with his blood-stained blade, suddenly scattered into a pool of blood, falling to the ground.

"Hehe. Thank you—"

Before he could finish expressing his gratitude, his mouth froze, as if he couldn't speak.

He discovered that the person who saved him was wearing a Komagome Academy uniform and wielding a long sword, making him the very person they needed to protect.

Now the tables have turned, and the other party is protecting them.

Gazing at the crimson battlefield approaching her, Muramasa Takii couldn't tell whether her heightened excitement stemmed from the sword in her hand or the blood before her.

She seemed to have rediscovered the shock she felt a few years ago when she first accidentally encountered an action game, with its screen full of blood, severed limbs, and remains.

I really want to cut something!
(End of this chapter)