Tokyo Sword Saint Online Dealing

Who is his opponent?

Besides this question, another question quickly came to mind.

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"Shingo Narumi is a genuine human being, that's for sure."

"However, he awakened the power of being the lord of Arakawa."

"Isn't this the same as the Lord of Arakawa returning to the world?"

"Is this some kind of trick? A way for ghosts and spirits to break through the dream and descend into the mortal world?"

"According to him, the owner of the Hundred Demon Scroll played a significant role in the so-called reincarnation."

"If I'm not mistaken, the look he gave me just now made him think I was an old friend of his."

"That kind of person wouldn't easily mistake someone else, right? So, I..."

The mysteries intertwined one by one, like a huge, tangled ball of yarn, leaving Uesugi Kiyoshi at a loss for where to begin.

"Well, it seems the only hope is that diary will give me some information."

"I have a bold idea, but I'm not sure if it's true."

Shaking his head to clear his mind, Uesugi Kiyoshi smiled at the two people behind him who were looking at him with some concern, and pressed the earpiece in his ear.

"Qinglian.Zhenxi, come back to me. I think I've found the real person."

"The underground reservoir has a thick wall with three exits, one for each person. I'll mark the locations for you. Surround them, block the exits, and don't let them escape."

"I think I've been discovered. The commotion is too great. I'll go in and check the situation first. You all hurry up."

After casually giving a few instructions and receiving an affirmative response, he slammed his fist into the door with all his might.

The heavy iron door was smashed open with a punch, and a foul stench mixed with the smell of blood hit the nostrils, causing Uesugi Kiyoshi to frown.

What came into view was not a particularly unexpected scene.

Countless merman heads jostled together, the air was extremely humid, the sky was filled with water vapor, and disgusting slime was scattered on the ground. It was like a tribe of aliens.

The space here is extremely spacious. The underground reservoir used for flood discharge and water storage is about 200 meters long, nearly 100 meters wide, and more than 20 meters deep, which is already considered a small lake.

Some familiar figures were kneeling on the bank of the reservoir, their heads touching the ground, chanting incantations.

It was the bait "Beautiful Scale" that Uesugi Kiyoshi released.

Uesugi Kiyoshi glanced around, and by the time he had a clear idea of ​​what was going on, he had already figured it out.

The Collectors Association's records state that the so-called "Deep Divers," also known as the "Kannon Monks" in ancient Japanese books, are the loyal followers of "Hydra" and "Dagon."

They are mostly hybrids of Deep Ones and ordinary humans. Before adulthood, they live as ordinary humans, but once they encounter "special circumstances", they gradually transform into "Deep Ones" with amphibious characteristics. They also possess some instinctive supernatural abilities, become violent and unpredictable, bloodthirsty and ferocious, eat humans, and lose their rationality.

These special circumstances include, but are not limited to, “mental stimulation,” “psychological stress,” “contact with fellow tribesmen,” and “divine summons.”

The hundreds of Deep Ones in this room must be all the supplies that the Guanyin followers have been working so hard to gather in Tokyo.

The faith offered by these beings who have stepped into the realm of the extraordinary is a rare tonic for the gods.

Just as Uesugi Kiyoshi saw, these fish-men were following behind Mirin, kneeling and praying in a very proper manner.

In the very center of the reservoir, a lifelike hydra statue stands proudly, high above, as if looking down upon the world.

Uesugi Kiyoshi clearly felt that as soon as he stepped into this place, the eyes of the hydra statue seemed to come alive, with all eighteen snake eyes looking at him at once, before quickly returning to normal.

It seems that it has been completely discovered.

With a thought flashing through his mind, Uesugi Kiyoshi immediately made a decision.

How do you make things difficult for the enemy? Just prevent them from accomplishing whatever they want to do.

Is this a mass prayer gathering, a collection of faith?

Then I'll kill all your followers, disrupt your gatherings, and smash your idols. Let's see if you can still hold back then.

If they couldn't resist and the dream coordinates were leaked, the Collectors Association's Dreamweaver Network wouldn't be idle. It would lock onto the target in no time and send Uesugi Kiyoshi into Hydra's dream, thus simplifying the matter.

The rest, we'll deal with with a sword.

The logic is sound, the steps are clear, and there's not much to say.

Uesugi Seiichi waved his hand.

"I'm going to find that leader and cause him trouble. You fishmen on the left and right, help me wipe them out. Don't hold back. I don't want any of these things alive."

"kill!"

This single word seemed to have been soaked in blood for three days and three nights, making it as ruthless and decisive as ever. Uezumi Rin obeyed his "senior brother" without question, and Liu Longren himself had come to help. He was also quite interested in killing these Deep Ones who were not human to begin with. At this moment, when the leader spoke, the two of them did not hesitate. With a katana and a nodachi on their left and right, they rushed off with flashing sword light, like two sharp arrows, piercing into the crowd of Deep Ones.

On one side, frost blankets the sky; on the other, swords flash across the battlefield.

A disturbance immediately broke out and escalated, forcing the ritual to be interrupted. Mirin stood up, her body twisted like a snake, her eyes blazing with anger, her golden vertical pupils fixed on Uesugi Kiyoshi's face.

The room was full of fish, but she was the only snake; she was clearly the leader.

Hydras generally exist in the world in the form of "snakes," and this woman is a snake; she is at least a high priest or something similar.

In other words, she should have the ability to communicate with "gods".

Uesugi Kiyoshi ignored the horrific slaughterhouses on either side and walked slowly and rhythmically toward the edge of the reservoir.

Behind him, a gray, withered ghostly hand suddenly appeared, filled with mirage energy, and crushed the heads of all the fishmen who dared to block his way to dust.

For some reason, Uesugi Kiyoshi was able to use this demonic hand from Ibaraki-dōji with perfect ease, finding it extremely effective in combat.

He walked slowly for half a minute before strolling up to Meilin.

Ignoring the blood flowing all around and the malevolent gazes of the fishmen.

Uesugi Kiyoshi slightly raised his eyes, his expression calm, and sighed.

"There is definitely no cell phone signal at a depth of fifty meters underground."

"Before I came here, I instructed the internal affairs team to cut off the frequency of all electronic communication fluctuations around us. Apart from our internal channels, your messages will absolutely not be able to be transmitted electronically."

"Hoping that the Yamamoto family's card will save you is wishful thinking."

He turned his head slightly and looked at the fishmen falling like wheat being harvested, then shook his head helplessly.

"You've been operating a force of this size in Tokyo for a long time, haven't you?"

"Wouldn't you feel heartbroken to lose even one?"

"This is a born fanatic, a loyal cannon fodder who will expand the territory for your gods."

"How about it."

"Should we try asking your master for help?"

Uesugi Kiyoshi smiled slightly, his expression resembling that of a great demon tempting humanity into the abyss.

Chapter 226 Send you on your way

Uesugi Kiyoshi was right.

The "Kannon Clan" has been operating in Tokyo for a very long time, even longer than the history of the Collectors Association.

The ocean still holds many mysteries for humankind.

Meanwhile, the monsters and demons in the deep sea have never given up their purpose of occupying the land and keeping humans as livestock.

The tentacles of the evil god had long since infiltrated the coastal cities without anyone noticing, and were relentlessly pushing forward.

For example, the sewers of Tokyo contain "Kannon" worshippers who are devout followers of external gods. Even with the numerous eyes and ears of the collectors' association, there are always places where filth and corruption cannot be monitored.

Even high-ranking officials in the National Police Agency have been converted to believers; this power is not to be underestimated.

Among them, the most fundamental to Hydra are these murlocs, a race "created" by Hydra and Dagon. They are born fanatical followers of Hydra, and this faith is far more important than that of humans.

Therefore, Uesugi Kiyoshi was actually quite confident about this operation.

He felt he could exploit Hydra's weakness and force him to reveal himself—whether he could defeat him was another matter, but he wouldn't leave empty-handed.

As expected, the beautiful creature in front of them had a sullen expression, and its mouth, which kept opening and closing, revealed fine teeth that shimmered with a purple light. Its long, thin tongue slid around in its mouth, like a venomous snake poised to strike.

Uesugi Kiyoshi, however, felt no pressure at all.

The only thing he cared about here was the "gods"; he even thought the mortal armed forces of the Collectors Association could handle the rest of the mortals.

Apart from the gods, everyone else is just cannon fodder, like small fry.

If this woman dares to make any rash move, within a third of a second, a sharp sword will kiss her neck, and Uesugi Kiyoshi will not hesitate to cut off her snake head.

Of course, he hasn't taken any action yet, just to lure the snake out of its hole, hoping to get this woman to contact her god, follow the clues, break into the dream world, and eliminate the root of the problem.

This is the only way to save Ueno Mitsuishi.

These fish-men, in a sense, should also be considered "mystics". Uesugi Kiyoshi has seen two types of mystics in Hydra so far: one is the kind of fish-men that has little intelligence and looks similar to the ghostly mystics; the other is the kind of fish-men that has normal intelligence and behaves in a way that is not like mystics at all, as well as Yamamoto Ryosuke, and Ueno Mitsuishi who has already been affected.

In other words, they are "snake" and "fish" respectively.

The former appears to be a minor leader, while the latter is more responsible for the dirty and tiring work.

Now, seeing his men being slaughtered at an alarming rate, this junior leader was bound to lose his composure.

However, Uesugi Kiyoshi's leisurely demeanor made her extremely wary. She had witnessed Uesugi Kiyoshi's sword before, and that sword could take her life in the blink of an eye.

His posture suggests he has ulterior motives.

But in this situation, it was a blatant conspiracy. If they remained indifferent, not only would they not be able to save their own lives, but the "Guanyin Clan" that they had painstakingly cultivated would surely be wiped out. The two swordsmen, a man and a woman, were like ruthless executioners who had been through many battles. In the half minute that she was thinking, hundreds of fish had been scattered and torn apart, with blood and screams flying everywhere, and limbs and internal organs scattered everywhere.

Meilin didn't have much time to think.

If we hesitate any longer, the foundation will be destroyed, and everything will come to an end.

What Uesugi Kiyoshi didn't know was that these fish-man heads were far more important to the Hydra than he thought.

The so-called Outer Gods are gods "outside this world".

Such deities are difficult to integrate into this world, and the local people's beliefs in them are also difficult to reconcile with their own identity.

However, these races they "created" did not have these limitations, and could not provide them with sufficient faith power.

In the war between gods, the power of faith is the food and ammunition. To put it another way, it's like an FPS game. Even if someone has superb marksmanship and can get a headshot with one shot, they will still struggle to perform against a barrage of fire.

Quantitative change can lead to qualitative change.