A person in Tokyo becomes a demon god

Chapter 201 The Old Gods Are Dead, New Gods Shall Rise

"how is the situation?"

As the helicopter descended, Miyako Kana, dressed in a kimono, jumped off.

"Sir, there's still no change!"

On a mountain road, protected by numerous police cars, a group of technicians in hazmat suits were meticulously examining the fog with various instruments. The result, of course, was—utterly useless.

The sign that the fruits of art are ripening is the spread of a vast fog.

Within this mist, everything is distorted by those with abilities.

The creator of this mist, Hinako Fukasui, subconsciously did not want to be disturbed, so any detection methods were ineffective against the mist.

"Whether it's a drone or a radar detector, it will immediately lose signal once it goes deep into the fog."

The person in charge at the scene, a supervisor in a thick hazmat suit, stepped forward and reported to Hana.

"Not only that, even people..."

Gone forever.

Rongzhigaoka is, after all, a town, and given the current situation of frequent supernatural disasters, any village or town needs to report its situation to the local prefecture or city several times a day. The prefecture or city, in turn, needs to confirm safety with Tokyo every half hour.

Adding to the confusion, the fog shrouding the mountains caused the Metropolitan Police Department to receive an emergency call very quickly.

"This time, it's a real supernatural disaster."

"Yes, people usually complain about encountering misinformation. But what happens when a real disaster occurs?"

They're unhappy again.

Since the outbreak of supernatural disasters,
The hotline of the Metropolitan Police Department's Paranormal Countermeasures Division is almost always full.

However, the vast majority—no, almost all of them—are either paranoid or deliberately call the police, wasting police resources and causing complaints.

But when faced with a real 'supernatural disaster,' the Metropolitan Police Department avoids it like the plague: for example, the fog that is currently shrouding 'Ebisu Hill'.

"None of the D-level personnel we sent out have returned."

The on-site commander consulted with Miyako Kana.
"If we need to deploy 'supernatural beings,' we'll have to trouble the officers."

"I see,"

Miya Kana waved.

Immediately, an 'alloy coffin' was carried off the landing helicopter.

The heavy alloy coffin was opened, revealing a man bound in layers of straitjackets.

"Mr. Ito,"

Two supernatural special police officers released the man.

Miya Kana pointed to the mist in front of her.

"It's good for both of us to cooperate with our experiment."

Can I refuse to cooperate?

The man replied curtly, because:

"There's a bomb you planted right next to my heart!"

"That's your own fault,"

Miya Kana didn't tolerate this guy either.

"Just because you've gained supernatural powers, you think you can do whatever you want? What do you take the Metropolitan Police Department for?"

That's right, this guy named Itō is a supernatural being.

Under normal circumstances, if you are willing to join the Metropolitan Police Department, you will immediately start as a police inspector.

Even without joining the government, he could have thrived anywhere: but this guy insisted on 'not eating beef' and went on a killing spree at will.

Without absolute strength, one is naturally destined to be a prisoner.

"Go ahead, Mr. Ito."

Miya Kana didn't even consider a mere E-rank class a threat.

Despite her delicate and beautiful appearance, she is a supernatural elite of the Metropolitan Police Department. She can easily deal with supernatural beings who only have brute force.

"Humph,"

He was caught and severely beaten by the Metropolitan Police Department.

After having three tubes of blood drawn every day, I've lost all my temper.

The man surnamed Ito, clad in various technological devices, steeled himself and stepped into the fog before him, and then:

There is no more.

"The signal disappeared, even—"

Pulling half an alloy rope out of the mist, the person in charge turned to look at Miya Hana.

"This"

Miya Hana also couldn't help but feel a headache.

What could she do? Should she go in by herself?

"Try other methods,"

Hopefully, this fog won't spread.
Otherwise, given this "only in, no out" characteristic, once it spreads, it will be a deadly natural disaster: perhaps the people in the town will have already died.

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.

That's not the case.

At least half of his body was submerged in the sea of ​​blood, while Smith, who was watching the battle with great interest, was still alive, and even alive and well.

"Well done! That's how you should play!"

"No, this is the only way to fight!"

Despite his excited shouting, he's really just there for the spectacle.

The two sides were moving too fast in the fierce battle for Commissioner Smith to see clearly at all.

Unlike that enormous, seven-tailed fox with claws tearing and bites, and flames flying everywhere.

This six-armed demon is clearly more skilled in human techniques—which is only natural, as the body of this 'deity' is composed of cedar tree roots as its core, with various masks, weapons, dolls, and clothes as accessories.

These 'ninety-nine gods' had long since died, leaving only their power, experience, memories, and resentment, which were absorbed by the 'tree god'.

Now, with the power of these 'subordinates,' He has come to take revenge.

The god and demon moved as fast as the wind and as fast as lightning.

With six arms moving swiftly, he thrust with a spear, slashed with a samurai sword, and moved with agility with a magic sword. His moves were ingenious and ever-changing, yet his transitions and changes were always perfectly coordinated, leaving the young girl overwhelmed.

At first, Hinako Fukami was indeed at a disadvantage.

But after adapting, the girl gradually regained the initiative: from constantly retreating on the defensive, she gradually became able to fight back and forth.

"A futile struggle."

During the fierce battle, several masks on the heads began to emit aged voices.

"Leave this town, and you won't have to suffer like this."

Pfft

As he spoke, the katana in his hand swept across, leaving a long wound on the girl's shoulder.

"no way!"

The more dangerous,

The deeper the resolve, the more determined Hinako became.

"My future should be decided by myself!"

With a flick of his spirit blade, countless invisible flying slashes shot out.

"Only after enduring unease and anxiety will I know whether I have the courage to spread my wings and soar!"

swish swish swish,

A series of flying slashes shot out, temporarily suppressing the opponent.

No, no, no, girl, you're not just preparing to 'fly', you're almost about to slay a god! Smith, who was watching from the sidelines in the sea of ​​blood, was speechless. Was she going to 'debut' by killing a god? Although 'gods' are worthless in Japan, they are still supernatural beings: besides, this six-armed god doesn't look weak.

Smith is not a supernatural being.
However, he was one of the first to come into contact with supernatural forces, so he still has a keen eye.

Unfortunately, he was afraid of dying at that time, and the supernatural injections he secretly withheld were not used immediately.

When America lost power and tried to use the drug again, the FBI broke down the door and stole the supernatural injection.

Tsk,

Seeing the girl's sword energy surging and her fight against the six-armed demon god being evenly matched, Smith took a deep breath and slammed his head into the sea of ​​blood again.

Wave--

"Roar! You, you!"

As soon as they arrived, they saw the huge seven-tailed fox retreating repeatedly, seemingly baring its fangs and claws, but in reality, it was all bark and no bite.

There was no way around it; constantly being beaten would instill fear in anyone. Besides:
"Ah ah!"

Amidst the delicate shouts,

Use 'Shave' to teleport above the seven-tailed fox.

The enormous hand, its fur flying, swelled into an even larger and more ferocious shape as the fox spirit poured its 'qi' into it without regard for the cost.

"The Changxi family wants to marry me."

Wuwuwu——

With a piercing shriek, the enormous hand pressed down, grabbing the seven-tailed fox's head in its grasp.

"Just remember this:"

Grabbing the other's head, an immense force crushed it down, forcefully smashing the giant fox's head into the sea of ​​blood.

"I will not allow anyone to laugh at Toshiyuki!"

boom----! !

A gigantic head was crushed down by a gigantic arm: This sea of ​​blood is the territory of the gods. Except for 'ants' like Smith, who are too weak to travel between the two worlds, it is an indestructible divine domain for powerful supernatural beings.

"Waaaaah!"

The seven-tailed fox, whose head was impaled on a sea of ​​blood by the opponent's single strike, cried out in pain.

Strictly speaking, he was still considered an elder of Shinmizu Hinako; however, the result of relying on his seniority was that he was beaten up on the spot.

"Ah~~!!"

"Disrespectful to elders! Disrespectful to elders!"

Struggling to his feet from the sea of ​​blood, the seven-tailed fox retreated, filled with terror and fear.

"Shuyuki, look what you've done!"

"Um?!"

With a cold snort from the 'Fox Child' wearing a fox mask and with a huge, ferocious arm, the seven-tailed fox's question stuck in her throat.

Old man, if you don't know what's good for you, today's wedding will be your funeral!

"Hmph, I don't care anymore."

If you can't beat them in a fight, are you going to use your status to intimidate them?

But his mockery of the heir, Nagayoshi Hisayuki, had already enraged this 'youngster,' and staying here would only bring him further humiliation.

brush--

Transforming into a streak of crimson light, the seven-tailed fox fled.

"Phew, it's over."

These words were not spoken by Hinako the Fox.

Instead, it was a Nagayoshi Toshiyuki lying in a sea of ​​blood, pretending to be a 'corpse'.

"I'm sorry, Hinako."

The young master sat up, somewhat embarrassed.

"Actually, this person is usually quite kind, but today..."

After all, they were his relatives, the patriarch of the Changxi family, so he couldn't say much.

"Oh, I'm fine."

That's all for now, so—

Ignoring the two young people's tender moment, Commissioner Smith immediately plunged back into the sea of ​​blood, turning his attention to the battle on the other side:

"This is our problem!"

"Whether it's me, or Xiu, or Sakiko, this is our business."

Wielding her spirit blade, Hinako Akami fought with increasing ferocity, her blade flashing with impenetrable force, deflecting all of her opponent's spears, knives, swords, and arrows, and even managing to unleash a 'flying slash' to injure her opponent.

"There's no reason for you to treat me like a plaything to be toyed with at will!"

Now everything is clear.

Osamu Iwai's drugs, Sakiko's obstruction, and even Hinako herself were constantly interfered with and controlled by this 'tree god' in front of them.

All this was to prevent her from marrying into the Changxi family: the tree god could awaken the water dragon god, and together they could take revenge on the fox god!
If I'm not doing well, you won't be living either!

pity--

"asshole!!"

Now, forget about revenge, we can't even beat the original 'pawns'?
Where does this leave the tree god, who is a 'deity', looking?
No, as a tree that became a god, He had no face. The mask on His head was merely a remnant of those 'ninety-nine gods': rather, He was an aggregate of a large number of the ninety-nine gods.

"Inazuma, what are you doing?!"

Unable to break through after a prolonged siege, the tree god grew angry; and He could only vent His rage on His 'collaborators'.

"We? We are fulfilling the duty of a knife."

The 'spirit sword' in Hinako Fukami's hand gave a slow and deliberate reply.

"The knife was the murder weapon,"

"Swordsmanship is a technique for killing."

Amidst the fierce battle, only the sound of the 'Spirit Blade' echoed continuously.

"As a weapon, our mission is to kill: only in the hands of the strong can we unleash our full power."

Having said that, Spirit Blade, who was 'satisfied' with Hinako's strength, made his stance clear.

"It's time for you to disappear, you old thing."

"you--?!"

Without giving the other party time to continue arguing, crackling lightning began to flash on the longsword.

This is a 'magical weapon' that someone attempted to create. It can't yet directly create elemental creatures like Grandma's 'Zeus,' but incorporating lightning into the weapon is no problem. Therefore:
"He who wields the knife, you may use this power as you see fit."

"Then I'm not welcome!"

Lightning crackled and flashed across the longsword;
The mere scattered sparks of electricity made Smith, who was watching from afar, feel as if the hair on his body was flying and his skin was about to be ripped apart, as if he were about to be torn to pieces by a flurry of blades.

"It's over!"

With a stomp of his foot, the long blade, wrapped in lightning, sliced ​​through the dark red world and slashed towards the six-armed demon god.

"No, you can't—"

Clang! ! !
The words in his mouth were not yet finished,
The lightning-struck longsword struck the weapon that the six-armed demon god had erected as a defense.

The spear broke, the samurai sword snapped, and the Puye sword split in two. This strike landed directly on the opponent's mask!
A powerful electric shock immediately erupted, sparks crackling and flashing everywhere. Incandescent light emanated from the demon's body, making it appear almost transparent for a moment, revealing the young man inside its chest.

"build,"

Lightning raged past.

The countless old objects that made up the six-armed god-demon began to scatter after losing their power, revealing Iwai Osamu in the center.

The shattered masks that fell murmured a whisper that was neither a prophecy nor a curse:
You will regret this.

(End of this chapter)