In Tokyo, the dungeon master

Ryusei Ryusei has a powerful background and friendly relations with many high-ranking officials. Horn can't afford to offend him, and he doesn't have any complaints about him.

If it weren't for this person's timely intelligence, I wouldn't have arrived so quickly.

Speaking of which, most of these Japanese devils seem to have physical forms. If they have physical forms, they should be able to be killed with guns, right?

In horror games, having a gun usually makes things less scary.

Just as he was thinking this, Horn's heart sank suddenly, and his blood seemed to freeze instantly!

Something's coming.

A sixth sense made him turn around abruptly and slam the door shut. The next moment, through the communication channel in the command room, cries for help came from outside the base, accompanied by dense gunfire, shrill screams, and various eerie, piercing roars, like calls from hell.

"Damn it! What the hell are these things?! They're impervious to bullets!"

The outer counterattacks were clearly chaotic and disorganized. The agents were frantically emptying their magazines, but they were unable to stop the invasion of those shadowy figures. Panic was spreading among the crowd like a plague.

Fuck, what happened?

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Gu Meng was also a little curious. The fluctuations of the Hundred Ghosts Banner were not normal. What bad things had the people over there done that attracted all the ghosts and monsters in the surrounding area who were supposed to be killing sinners according to the rules of ghost stories?

Ordinary murders and rapes don't involve such heinous crimes... Did they massacre an entire village? Do modern people still do these things? Are Japanese yakuza really that brutal?

Who is it? Even more powerful than the scum of the Guiyi Cult. I wonder if multiple Hannibal cannibals could reach this level... Let's go take a look.

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U.S. base.

In the surrounding darkness, countless shadowy figures moved like ghosts, their movements so swift that they were impossible to catch.

Occasionally, one can catch glimpses of the silhouettes of dark figures flitting by; some are hunched over, some float in the air, and others wield rusted long swords. These are none other than the Tokyo Night Parade of One Hundred Demons, which has been making headlines online.

Several agents attempted to break through the blockade to ascertain the enemy's strength, but as soon as they approached the wall, a piercing scream rang out, and their voices abruptly ceased.

The comrades hurriedly opened fire in the direction from which the screams came. The dense bullets struck the darkness, but only hit the walls and the ground, without even touching the hem of the shadowy figure's clothes.

Isn't this supposed to be about fighting Japanese monsters? Why does it feel like a trip back to the Korean War?

Panic gradually eroded reason, and the agents' gunfire became increasingly chaotic, with bullets even accidentally hitting their comrades. Screams and curses mingled together, plunging the entire base into greater chaos.

No one could see the true faces of those ghosts; every time a shadow flashed by, a life would be lost.

Not long after, the lights in the base began to go out one after another.

Most of the area was shrouded in darkness, with only a few emergency lights emitting a faint red glow, making the swaying shadows appear even more eerie and terrifying.

"Gather together! Everyone, gather here! Don't scatter!"

A frontline agent screamed, trying to rally his scattered comrades, but before he could finish speaking, he was already headless.

In the darkness, the agents instinctively fired in all directions, emptying magazine after magazine, but without any success.

An agent, panting heavily, gripped his rifle tightly, his eyes fixed on the darkness ahead. Just as he relaxed his guard slightly, he heard a slight rustling of clothes behind him.

He turned sharply, pulled the trigger, but missed.

Immediately afterwards, a bone-chilling cold came from the back of his neck. He wanted to shout, but his throat felt like it was blocked by something. All the strength in his body was instantly drained, and his body went limp and collapsed, with extreme fear still lingering on his face.

He died without ever seeing clearly that behind him stood a beautiful but bloodless female ghost dressed in a gorgeous kimono, with empty and cold eyes. She was the noblewoman ghost in a kimono that Gu Meng particularly liked among this round of ghosts.

For some reason, Gu Meng felt that she possessed the coldness of a widow with a heart as cold as ashes, the warmth of a courtesan, and a strong sense of motherhood.

Perhaps because the basic elements are opposites, the dignified noblewoman and the seductive ghost are indeed easy to combine to create a seductive mother with a very special feel.

Make a note of this model; I'll study it several times after Gu Meng is taken advantage of.

The ghostly woman in a kimono floated slowly, and all the passing agents froze, losing their breath and having no chance to resist.

She didn't need to lift a finger; the sheer chill emanating from her body was enough to easily reap lives. That eerie power sent shivers down the spines of the surviving agents.

At the same time, heavy footsteps echoed from the center of the base, accompanied by the crisp sound of metal clashing.

As the agent drew closer, he finally made out the figure through the dark aura of the ghostly realm. It was a tall, headless demon dressed in samurai armor, wielding a rusted longsword dripping with black slime. It was another powerful headless samurai demon, the kind that could fight a magical girl one-on-one.

The headless samurai demon wielded his long sword, the heavy blade slicing through the air with a whooshing sound. Each strike carried immense force, and the air itself seemed to be torn apart wherever the blade passed.

An agent attempted to parry with his gun, but a sharp longsword cleaved the assault rifle in two without diminishing its blade. The blade then sliced ​​the agent's body in two from shoulder to waist, spurting blood and internal organs that stained the ground red.

Seeing this, the agents concentrated their firepower and fired wildly at his armor. A dense hail of bullets rained down, but due to the demon's immortality, the bullets had little effect. Instead, they thoroughly enraged the headless demon.

It abruptly stopped, a cloud of black mist gushing from the severed neck. Gripping the hilt of its sword tightly in its right hand, it exerted force with both arms, drawing a sharp arc with its longsword in front of it. A black blade of energy whistled out, severing three agents who had no time to dodge in half at the waist. Limbs flew everywhere, and screams were instantly drowned out by the sound of the blade cutting through the air.

Then, with heavy steps, it advanced step by step. With each rise and fall of its long sword, a life was ended. The black blood on its armor accumulated more and more. Wherever it passed, the grass and trees withered instantly, and even the cement ground was corroded by the ghostly energy, leaving it pitted and uneven.

That overwhelming power plunged the remaining agents into utter despair, and even their courage to fire gradually faded away.

An agent attempted to throw a grenade, but as soon as it landed, the kimono-clad noblewoman ghost raised her hand and waved it. A chill swept over the grenade, freezing it instantly before it exploded, injuring only her comrades nearby.

The headless samurai ghost seized the opportunity to rush forward, sweeping his long sword across, and several more agents fell into pools of blood.

The gunfire started off intensely, gradually became sparse, and eventually only a few sporadic shots remained before it completely subsided.

Almost everyone is dying.

"Damn it! Fuck! Get them!"

Having discovered the intrusion ahead of time, Horn had retreated to the back, yelling at his remaining teammates with a panic he had never felt before.

He couldn't believe that the heavily guarded base, filled with agents, would fall into chaos in such a short time. Bullets can't kill evil spirits after all. That's not how it is in the game.

Damn it! Fuck!

In an even more secluded corner, a self-proclaimed world's number one detective was also swearing.

We were so close to finding the mastermind and solving the mystery that had piqued our interest the most, how could we possibly die here!

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