My wife is the stand-in.

Hinata Hyuga skillfully circled around Amanosaki, filling in the gaps in his defense.

Amanosaki's eyes lit up with magical light as he followed the swaying trajectory of the earthworm demon's tail.

The current situation is unfavorable for Amanosaki personally.

The Spear of Longchinus has a soul-destroying effect on living beings; even a mere graze can inflict unbearable mental anguish on an enemy.

Therefore, Amanosaki would prefer to encounter powerful but few enemies like the Taotie, and what he hates most are the numerous but useless creatures like the Four-Clawed Scaled Fish.

In short, he has a special ability to target high-quality evil spirits and heretics.

The earthworms in front of me are even worse than the four-clawed fish.

Rather than having a soul, they are more like lumps of flesh that move by biological instincts. Their only advantage is that because of their primitive form, they are tenacious in their vitality.

There's no need for the Lance of Longchinus; any large-caliber shotgun would be enough to take down these monsters.

"Just because I can't do it now doesn't mean I'll still be unable to do it in the future."

Amanosaki spoke with certainty, combining the magician's investigative and analytical abilities with Hinata's Byakugan, utilizing his magician knowledge, the vast knowledge base of Lin Shuyu in his earpiece comparable to an archive, and his mindset as a transmigrator traversing two worlds, to attempt to analyze the earthworm demon's supernatural abilities.

Strangely, neither the River Carriage Man nor the Earthworm itself possessed the strength of a branch headquarters, yet a single Earthworm Demon could unleash a power level comparable to that of the King Fish and its clans in a short period of time.

This is strange.

This is especially absurd considering that the earthworm was a live offspring.

Any demon with the ability to reproduce tens of thousands of times per minute, whose offspring also possess powerful physical attributes, will wreak havoc on a region due to its objective combat capabilities that pose a threat to society, and will eventually grow into a branch leader.

It can only be said that there are things that Amanosaki overlooked.

"I see."

Amanosaki, who had been stuck on the edge of the mountaintop, came to a conclusion.

He grabbed the middle of the Spear of Longchinus and spun it like Sun Wukong wielding his golden cudgel. The spear whirled like a windmill under his immense power, shredding the earthworms that fell into it into a bloody pulp.

“This demon’s ability is not related to reproduction,” Tenten Nozaki said, straightening up and leaning against Hinata Hyuga as they slowly approached the River Carriage Man, stepping on the swaying, wave-like rocks.

“Looking at his tail, apart from the thrashing motion, there was no sign of any muscle movement. The aura of his superpower was neither strong nor overwhelming.”

Amanosaki calmly revealed the secret.

"There should be a portal inside its cloaca, connecting to the nests of these creatures."

The man on the river crossing's face changed drastically, his greedy gaze turning sinister.

But Amanosaki won't give him a chance.

He has already started it.

Hinata Hyuga used the same method to kick Amanosaki out of the worm pile, then transformed into a pixelated form and followed up. The two easily escaped the flesh trap carefully woven by the River Cartman, crashing into the messy rocks like cannonballs.

Amanosaki brandished his spear, tearing apart the rocks covered with magic circles with overwhelming force. As the magic circles were destroyed, the River Carriage Man's magic of manipulating the soil gradually lost its effectiveness.

The soldiers and knights were greatly encouraged and quickly advanced towards the mountaintop, where the metal storm began to further purge these living clumps of flesh.

Once they determined that the enemy didn't have any special tricks up their sleeves, Amanosaki and Hinata Hyuga felt relieved.

Having fought dozens of battles, large and small, and with experience against several branch-level demons, they launched an efficient and brutal rampage.

Without the support of the magic array, the Riverwalk Man's magic of manipulating mud could only create clay figurines of warriors, which were easily crushed by the spear.

The countless earthworms spat out by the demon beneath Hinata parted like water in front of her, turning into dust under the Gentle Fist technique.

The man on the river track screamed and shook his head, “Impossible! This is impossible! I have obtained the opportunity, immortality is within my grasp! I will kill you, I will just kill you!”

"So much nonsense."

Amanosaki spat, twisting the great spear. The Spear of Longchinus, yearning for souls, shattered the giant rock, and the chaotic rock layers, having lost their supporting structure, finally collapsed!

In the final, small-scale mudslide composed of rocks, Amanosaki's entire body was covered in fluorescent, tattoo-like patterns, turning the mountaintop a deep indigo blue.

Earthworms have blue blood.

Amanosaki leaped onto the collapsed boulder, his feet nailing into the rock like iron nails. The demon swung its tail, hurling tons of carnivorous earthworms down.

Amanosaki, together with Hinata who appears and disappears at times, suppresses all resistance!

The man on the river crossing screamed venomously and cursed sharply, only to be answered by the sound of a large gun being swung with great force.

On a giant mushroom made of flesh and blood, in this deformed land, the two performed a killing art that could be described as beautiful.

Like a lotus rising from the mud, serene and untainted.

When the final spear pinned the giant earthworm demon to the mountaintop, no matter how much it struggled, it could not escape. The Spear of Longchinus continued to tear at the demon's soul, and the Rivercart Man, wrapped in bandages like a mummy, watched helplessly as the shadow magnified before his eyes.

A thought called fear arose in his mind.

"No...no, no, no, please don't kill me, please have mercy!"

He lay sprawled on the ground, his bloody tears flowing freely as he wept.

Covered in blood and mud, Amanosaki reached out and lifted the baby-sized river cart as if it were a chick.

Chapter 225: Small Joys on the Battlefield

Victory, an undisputed and glorious victory.

Although they faced only two evil spirits and heretics at the level of a gang, all the heroes knew that these two were true heavyweights among gang-level fighters. Facing such beings, there was no need to talk about morality; a group fight was absolutely the right and necessary thing to do.

Meanwhile, the soldiers led by No. 3 were also in high spirits. This regiment, composed of three battalions, accomplished a problem that other soldiers could not solve.

Looking at the soft, dense vines beneath his feet that supported the entire army, Number 3 sighed sincerely:

"It seems that the elite soldiers really cannot exist alone. Faced with such complex terrain, even the large equipment in the armored vehicles cannot get close to the target. Precise surgical strikes still require the chivalrous warriors."

However, this demand is much less than before.

While the knights cheered, banged their weapons, and sang with their noisy and chaotic "instruments," the soldiers silently walked through the bustling crowd.

They were going to interrogate the people on the river and harvest live specimens for the medical department.

"Snapped!"

The slap landed loudly on the soldier's hard exoskeleton, the force of which made the soldier's driver stagger.

All the soldiers turned their heads to look, only to see a tall swordsman's hand, which had been slapping a soldier's buttocks, still hanging in the air.

Under the silent gaze of the soldiers, the chivalrous man grinned and handed over the gourd in his hand:

"Well done, buddy! That was a great shot!"

The driver looked at number 3, and after receiving an affirmative answer, the soldier took the gourd, turned on the external megaphone, and said in a tired but youthful voice:

"Drinking alcohol is prohibited while on official duty. I'll accept the gifts with pleasure. I'll drink with my brothers after the war is over."

The swordsman nodded, patted the soldier's shoulder with his thick, calloused hand, and returned to his brothers' group, continuing his howling and wailing.

"Hey~ They were fighting fiercely just now." At this moment, Hinata Hyuga stood on tiptoe on the top of a rock that was only half the size of a palm, swaying precariously.

Amanosaki glanced at Hinata, who was smelling fragrant and clean, and said, "It's normal. Brothers stand guard against external bullies. They fight evil spirits when there's trouble, and they have their own internal squabbles when there's nothing to do. It's all too common."

But his mind was completely filled with envy for Hinata Hyuga.

[Perfect Type] A substitute is so great!

Even if blood flows like a river, as long as the manifestation ends, the spirit returns, and then the manifestation begins again, the filth on the body will disappear completely.

Even taking a bath is just a manifestation of her "perfectionist" mindset or her desire for the enjoyment of a bath—she doesn't need to do it at all.

So, amidst the countless rotten pieces still writhing, the scattered broken flesh and blood, and the blue staining of the entire mountaintop, Amanosaki, covered in the stench of blood, saliva, and mucus, looked like a thug who had been dyed blue and then thrown into a slaughterhouse and rolled around.

His underwear was soaked with blood that had seeped through the gaps in his combat uniform, making it wet and sticky to wear.

Hinata Hyuga, on the other hand, stood gracefully like a fairy, with one leg bent above her head, seemingly doing yoga.

Damn yoga! If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I would have been completely fooled by Hinata's holy posture right now.

Just now, her fists were far more ruthless than mine.

Amanosaki firmly believes that half of the blood on his body was stained by the earthworms that Hinata killed.

"Great hero, please give me this heretical technique." Number 3 and several soldiers with red crosses painted on their exoskeletons controlled several robotic arms with syringes, drills, bone saws, small laser emitters, and other medical devices at their ends.

Even through the masks, Amanosaki could feel the intense gazes of the drivers.

Clearly, these medics were eager to perform the dissections.

Not only him, but Kawashiro Toru, who was being held by Amanosaki, also noticed that eager look in his eyes.

He began to struggle, his voice hoarse like an old man's, yet filled with the heart-wrenching cries of a baby being weaned:

"No, please! I beg you! Spare me, have mercy! I don't want to be dismembered alive by these people, at least kill me!"

Amanosaki broke the guy's hands to prevent him from performing strange hand seals when he couldn't see him, and then threw the guy into Number 3's arms.

Number 3 reached out, then was shocked to find that he couldn't hold onto the River Chariot.

The river cart was pulled back by something, and fell down just centimeters away from his fingers.

The situation became awkward for a moment.

Noticing the silence in the earpiece, Lin Shuyu asked with some concern:

"What happened, Nozaki?"

"Have we encountered a new enemy?"

Do you need support?

"I will contact the air force and heavy artillery positions immediately."

She spoke quickly and urgently, with a regretful longing to share joys and sorrows with her lover. Lin Shuyu thought of Hinata Hyuga by Amanosaki's side while she could only keep company with documents, data, and computers.

When she's deeply in love, she can endure any hardship.

As long as your lover is by your side.

For Lin Shuyu at this moment, parting with Amanosaki was more agonizing than facing mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

In contrast, the mountains of corpses and seas of blood surrounding Tennozaki also felt lonely to her.

Lin Shuyu couldn't understand this feeling on her own, so she turned to the wisdom of the masses on the internet.

Then draw conclusions.