A person in Tokyo becomes a demon god

Chapter 182 The Legacy of the Great Onmyoji

Buzzing buzzing buzzing

Da da da da da da! ! !

As the motor spins at high speed, the six gun barrels spew out a continuous stream of armor-piercing rounds.

3000 bullets per minute created a terrifying metal storm, tearing apart cars and even building walls on the street. The 'arquebusiers' hiding behind cars and walls were also torn apart.

"Die, all of you!"

The one wielding the Gatling gun and firing wildly was a centaur-like special police officer, none other than Inspector Honda of the Metropolitan Police Department.

After being miraculously healed by 'that great one,' he not only regained his ability to move freely, but even his 'brothers' were four or five times their former size, making him a true 'beast.' His physical strength and carrying capacity also reached astonishing levels.

Clad in high-tech bulletproof armor, with a heavy ammunition supply chain on his back, countless spent shell casings rained down around him, clattering all over the ground.

It can be said that Inspector Honda was a nimble, mobile light infantry killer.

"Honda, retreat quickly!"

Just as he was suppressing an entire enemy army single-handedly, he heard his teammate's anxious voice through his headset.

“The Red Demon Mother Robe Clan is coming this way!”

? ?
Heard this news,

Inspector Honda, who was half-human and half-horse, changed his expression, quickly put away his weapon, and turned to run.

If it were any other 'Kongo Samurai', 'Koga Ninja', or 'Air Strike Force', their squad wouldn't be unable to handle them.

But since it's the 'Red Demon Mother Robe Clan,' there's no chance of winning.

According to the Metropolitan Police Department, the Red Oni Mother Cloak Clan already possessed C-level strength, and with the 'Red Oni' immune to gunfire, they were practically battlefield killing machines. These supernatural beings, whose strength was only E+ level and who could only be considered D-level thanks to high-tech weaponry, dared not fight against C-level beings.

No, let alone fighting, even escaping is a problem.

"Watch out, the enemy is already there!"

A scream came through the headset; it was the sound of the sentry sniper on the outer perimeter being taken down.

The 'Red Demon Mother Clothes Clan' has caught up!
A quick glance back revealed a warrior charging towards them on horseback.

The wreckage of cars on the street was either easily leaped over or simply whipped away and tumbled out by spears.

"Damn it!"

As he sprinted, Inspector Honda turned sideways and aimed his six-barreled Gatling gun behind him. Only his current centaur-like form allowed him to do this: running on all fours while simultaneously aiming his weapon at his back.

Da da da da da da! ! !

Tungsten carbide armor-piercing rounds roared out, enough to turn ordinary armored vehicles into sieves, however:
brush--

A ring of crimson, semi-transparent 'demons' flew out from behind the samurai, protecting him.

The armor-piercing bullet, carrying immense kinetic energy, struck the translucent crimson light, creating ripples. In the face of the suddenly hardened 'sap bubble,' the impact was distributed across all parts, rendering the attack futile unless it was powerful enough to destroy the 'sap bubble' in one strike.

"These guys are simply invincible!"

Or is it that with the 'revival of spiritual energy,' this world is becoming more and more suitable for supernatural beings?
Unable to defeat his opponent, Inspector Honda immediately resorted to his 'clever' jinx.

Discard the useless six-barreled Gatling gun in your hand.

While running, Inspector Honda unbuckled the buckle at his waist, and then his 'lower body' buckled up as he ran.

Boom! !

The massive power supply system, with its heavy belts, fell to the ground.

Like ancient defeated soldiers, they abandoned their armor and weapons to reduce their weight. However, despite also having four legs, the "Red Demon Mother Clothes Clan" were rapidly approaching from behind.

brush,

The pursuing samurai brandished his spear.

Pfft!

The high-tech bulletproof armor on his back was torn apart out of thin air, and blood spurted out.

跑、

Escape at all costs!

The threat of death loomed large over Inspector Honda.

Adrenaline surged, squeezing every last drop of potential from this body, with only one goal: dead legs, move faster!

Whoosh—Pfft,

He was hit by another 'flying slash' while on horseback. Even with the double damage reduction from his bulletproof vest and supernatural physique, he was still bleeding profusely.

Inspector Honda removed his tattered bulletproof vest and sprinted forward desperately, his upper body lowered and his arms joining in the effort to claw his way through the ground.

This also provides some protection for the most important part of the body: the upper body.

That place

As long as you get to that place,

You will be rescued!

As the street turned ahead, Inspector Honda, without slowing down, leaped into the air while speeding along, adjusting his posture.

Thump,

Like a spider

He suddenly slammed into the building wall.
With its four hooves and hands bracing against the cement wall, it instantly stomped out six cracked craters.

Then, using all six limbs simultaneously, he darted off to the side of the street around the corner.

brush----

The third flying slash followed closely behind, landing on the building and immediately tearing the walls apart and causing them to collapse.

He yanked the reins and slammed on the brakes, leaving long scorch marks in the street as the pursuing 'Red Demon Mother's Robe' trailed behind; he stopped just as he rounded the corner, preparing to accelerate his pursuit, but then:
"Kawakami-shu Tang Shou - River - One-Handed Over-the-Shoulder Throw!"

A surging torrent of water rushed straight toward the 'Red Demon Mother Robe'.

? !
next moment,
Both the people and their horses were submerged by the surging river.

Only when the river surged past did the warrior, who had plunged his spear into the ground and, along with his horse's four legs, managed to steady himself, was revealed, but was still swept back more than ten meters.

"These are the 'Red Demon Mother Robe Clan'?"

"Yes, be careful, uncle."

Satomi Sato's voice came through the headset.

"The opponent possesses a 'flying slash' with a maximum range of approximately twenty meters, and the semi-transparent 'Red Oni' on its back can withstand penetrating and explosive attacks from guns and cannons."

As the 'brain' of their team, Satomi naturally placed great importance on intelligence.

"My suggestion is to retreat via the Amashiro River."

That's right, behind this street is a river called 'Amashiro River'.

Given Matsumoto Jinpei's characteristics, his fighting power increases several levels when there is water. If the opponent dares to chase him into the river, then let him taste the wrath of the river lord!
“Fighting cannot always take place in the water.”

Jinpei Matsumoto rejected the suggestion, saying, "We spend most of our time on land, so—"

Pose with a karate stance, Matsumoto Jinpei is ready for battle.

"Yeah, good luck, uncle!"

Satomi Sato was not surprised at all, knowing he would answer like that.

On the other side, several soldiers rushed out and dragged away the exhausted and blood-soaked centaur Honda.

These soldiers were people that Matsumoto Jinpei and Sato Satomi rescued along the way.

For now, we'll follow the instructions of the female high school student.

At the same time, they were also secretly gathering various intelligence:
Every soldier who enters the battlefield carries a camera and microphone, so that even if they die, they can at least provide the rear with first-hand intelligence.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

"Matsumoto Jinpei is a native of Osaka."

In the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department, Miyako Hana reports to Chief Inspector Fujita with the intelligence she has just obtained.

"Five years ago, I was running a restaurant in Osaka and was on the verge of bankruptcy due to financial reasons. I borrowed money from the 'Wuling Club' and got caught up in the black money operation of 'borrowing to pay off loans'. In the end, the restaurant and house were taken over by the Wuling Club, and I was forced to 'voluntarily' embark on a squid fishing boat in Hokkaido."

To reiterate, with the government's power, if they wanted to investigate someone, they could find out even the color of their underwear.

A government with 'righteous cause' at its disposal can mobilize resources that no detective can match.

Moreover, Matsumoto Jinpei did not hide his name; even though his face had changed, his life trajectory remained the same.

“Last week, he returned to Osaka with Satomi Sato, a high school girl from Aomori Prefecture.”

"They killed the chairman of Wuling and took control of the Wuling Association."

"At the same time, he took the grandson of the sixth generation of the Yamaguchi-gumi as his apprentice, and also Fubuchi Akira and Niko Rei, who all called him master."

After saying that, Miyako Hana was incredulous.

Who would have thought that this man, who calmly controls the Wuling Society and has four supernatural disciples under his command, and who is practically a big shot in the area, was not long ago a black worker exploited by the underworld?

"He's a formidable figure,"

Even Director Fujita couldn't help but nod in approval.

No matter how powerful the government's intelligence is, it's impossible to find out about the interactions between Matsumoto Jinpei and Sato Satomi.

So in other people's eyes, all of this was Matsumoto Jinpei's skill: to do all this in just a few days, what else could he be but a hero?
Now, they've even stepped into the Nagoya battlefield, presumably preparing to make a name for themselves and establish their reputation.

He's a ruthless and ambitious man!

"Director, do we need to make contact with them?"

"No,"

Director Fujita shook his head at this.

"Such a hero will never submit to the government."

Moreover, Osaka certainly won't let go: this is a supernatural master 'born and raised' in Osaka, how can they let Tokyo get involved?
Providing even a little information is already a favor, considering we're all from an island nation.

"This Mr. Matsumoto Jinpei uses an ability called 'Kawakami-shu Karate Technique'."

"It is speculated that he inherited the legacy of 'Yodogawa Uzuki'."

Director Fujita agreed with Miyako Hana's analysis; that's why he didn't try to 'win her over'.

The Yodo River originates from Lake Biwa in Shiga Prefecture—the largest freshwater lake in the island nation and arguably the cradle of its civilization. This vast lake provided drinking water and irrigation for Heian-kyo (Kyoto). Downstream on the Yodo River, Osaka Castle developed.

It can be said that, both logically and emotionally, Tokyo has no reason to compete with Osaka.

"What a pity,"

Given Director Fujita's personality,

He wished he could bring all supernatural beings under his command and manage them all.

But which of these experts doesn't have a distinct personality and do things their own way? How could they possibly listen to his commands?

However, the Metropolitan Police Department's "Special Creature Countermeasures Unit" proved to be largely ineffective.

"Hana, it's time for us to train our own strong fighters."

"Yes, Director."

Miya Kana, however, remained silent: how could she not know that the director's words had a hidden meaning?

We want Tenma and Ichika to join the Metropolitan Police Department!

How can it be?

Why be a dog for the government when you can be the boss and live a carefree life?

Even Hana is secretly considering switching sides: to work with her two best friends—no, now best buddies—to make the 'Iori Group' bigger and stronger.

"You..."

With a glance at his trusted confidante, how could Director Fujita not know her little scheme?
But there's no way around it; even a three-year-old knows this now:
The times have changed.

Faced with those supernatural powerhouses who can single-handedly form an army and come and go as they please, the island nation's government has no credibility whatsoever except for coming back to "whitewash" the situation afterward.

Even the American Seventh Fleet fled in disgrace.

If even a nuclear bomb can't kill them, what can they do?
government?

To put it bluntly, they are the largest violent group.

What keeps a government running is never the law, but violence.

strength!

Jinbe, with his hands resting on the table, watched the live stream of his fierce battle against the 'Red Demon Mother Clothes Clan'.

A glint of longing flashed in Director Fujita's eyes.

The secret techniques left behind by Ashiya Dōman.
Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

"This gentleman is quite strong."

Above, the 'News King' that flew over here also began broadcasting the battle live.

A middle-aged man with sharp eyebrows and fangs manipulated the water, 'grabbing' the surging river that was flowing into the street, using it as both a weapon and a shield; he fought to a standstill with the 'Red Demon Mother's Clothes Clan' who were charging on horseback with long spears.

"This method...it's a bit..."

Ability like 'Yodogawa Uzumaki Master'?

[This ability?]

[It's similar to the water control of the Yodogawa whirlpool!]

Could he be one of the lucky ones who obtained the 'Ashiya Legacy'?

Even the viewers in the live stream could see that the dignitaries from various countries subconsciously stood up, panting heavily with excitement, and issued orders one after another:
"Three minutes. I need all the information about this man!"

Ashiya Heritage has finally made its debut.

(End of this chapter)