I have an unlimited number of shikigami

The future will be a win-win situation.

Of course, all of this is predicated on him having sufficient strength.

"Indeed, it's a fine sword." Director Fujishima frowned slightly, a hint of apprehension in his heart, yet his expression remained calm. "Unfortunately, you can't break through my defensive barrier unless you reveal your true form!"

After saying that, he quickly formed a hand seal.

"Word of Power: Barrier!"

The seal is formed, and the barrier appears.

A five-pointed star array flashing blue light lit up on the floor, and a dark blue barrier covered an area two meters in front of him, forming a hard tortoise shell.

The light inside the hall suddenly dimmed and brightened a bit, and Fujiwara Izaya, with his eyes lowered, could even see his own reflection on the wooden floor.

indeed.

Facing an opponent of the same level, he couldn't break Fujishima Miyaji's barrier without using his Great Tengu form.

Can……

He is a priest.

He has a shikigami!

Protected by the barrier, Fujishima Miyaji could no longer control his emotions and let out a furious shout!

"Oh!"

His aura instantly condensed into an extremely sharp arrow shadow, which attacked Fujiwara Izaya.

Just like his previous outburst of rage, this was a strike he unleashed with all his might. Even though he couldn't kill anyone in the main hall of the council chamber, as long as he injured someone to establish his authority, he could salvage some of his reputation.

It would be best if we could force this brat to reveal his true form.

Even if he can't force it out, the outcome will still be advantageous to him. If Fujiwara Rin is unable to demonstrate the corresponding strength, then his boastful words will fall apart.

A seventeen-year-old general?

joke.

Fujishima Miyaji didn't think that was possible at all.

Therefore, the consequence of being counter-killed was not in his consideration at all.

The arrow flew incredibly fast, hurtling towards the boy.

Fujishima Miyaji's decades of arduous training had all been contained within this arrow; no matter what strategy the young man before him might employ, he would be pierced through by it.

Kasahara Fukaeri's expression suddenly hardened, and her delicate eyebrows rose like swords.

At this moment, she was closest to Fujiwara Izaya and was ready to make her move. She didn't know what tricks Fujiwara Izaya had up his sleeve; she was just preparing in advance, just in case.

Under the spotlight.

A yellow light suddenly shone from Fujiwara Izaya.

With a loud bang.

Fujishima Miyaji's unstoppable arrow was thus blocked in mid-air.

The tip of the arrow struck a barrier gleaming with a bright yellow light, and demonic power emanated from the shimmering glow.

"It really is a monster!" Fujishima Miyaji was overjoyed.

The rest of the people in the hall frowned.

They naturally sensed the fluctuations in demonic energy, but Fujiwara Izaya's location was enveloped by a barrier, making it impossible to see what was inside.

"Show yourself!"

Fujishima Miyaji shouted.

He held his palms out flat and pushed forward forcefully.

Under the pressure, the arrow gradually bent and slowly pierced into the barrier.

A series of cracking and breaking sounds echoed continuously inside the hall.

A loud bang!

The demonic energy barrier could not withstand the pressure and shattered under the powerful arrows.

A blast of air, carrying dust and wood chips, swept outwards from the explosion's epicenter, forcing everyone present to squint and avoid the blast. As the lanterns swayed and the light flickered, a spiderweb shot upwards from the explosion's center and coiled around a large beam.

Without anyone noticing, Jorogumo was hoisted into the air.

The dust kicked up by the explosion has not yet settled.

The main hall was in complete chaos, with the howling of the wind filling the air.

Fujishima Miyaji withdrew his hand, looked at the four chairmen on the platform, and revealed a meaningful smile.

However, the four chairpersons looked at him with a pitying gaze.

Fujishima Miyaji's smile vanished, replaced by shock and confusion.

An extremely faint sound came from the center of the explosion.

The sound was very soft; only Fujishima Miyaji, the four chairpersons, and Kasahara Fukari, who were closest to the explosion, could hear it clearly.

The blood-red blade emerged straight from the dust.

Like a blood moon, it drew a bewitching blade of light in the air and slashed down heavily.

Fujishima Miyaji's expression suddenly changed.

In a panic, he quickly gathered all his divine power to strengthen the barrier. However, at that moment, something suddenly fell from above him—something that made him feel extremely dangerous.

I looked up.

What Fujishima Miyaji saw was a pair of purple eyes.

"The Enchanting Eye!"

Immediately, the world in Fujishima's eyes changed.

He discovered that everyone in the council hall had suddenly vanished. The four chairmen were no longer sitting on the high platform opposing him, and a voice in his ear told him, "Sit down, take that position, and all the power will be yours."

He forced himself not to move.

The next second, a group of beautiful women appeared on the platform. Each one was stunningly beautiful, dressed in sexy and daring clothes, and the one leading them was the woman he had long coveted.

Under the dual temptations of power and beauty, Fujishima Miyaji couldn't resist taking a small step forward.

laugh--

The blade slices through the air.

All the images shattered in an instant, blood spurted out, and an arm was severed and fell to the floor.

“I told you, swords have no eyes, but you still didn’t believe me.” Fujiwara Izaya shrugged, looking slightly helpless. Looking at Fujishima Miyaji’s dejected eyes, he thought for a moment and added in a low voice, “Next time you jump, I’ll break both your legs.”

Fujishima Miyaji's eyes darkened, and he fainted from anger.

The gazes of everyone in the main hall toward Fujiwara Izaya were no longer filled with confusion and doubt, but with shock, or perhaps awe.

Then they looked at Jorogumo.

This alluring and beautiful spider girl, dressed in purple, had surpassed their understanding of spider demons. The name "Jorōgumo" came to mind, and for a moment, their gazes were filled with intense envy.

Making a shikigami contract with a yokai is extremely difficult.

No yokai would willingly become a shikigami to serve a person, thus having their life controlled by that person. According to the statistics of the Onmyo-ryo (Yin-Yang Bureau), out of 100 priests, fewer than 5 possess a shikigami.

Looking at the beautiful Jorogumo, Kasahara Asuka pouted, "Why is it another pretty female shikigami!"

"Again?" Hoshimi Rinko's heart skipped a beat.

Panic.

She felt a little panicked.

She was the one who arrived first, so how come it's like she's the only one who doesn't know anything!

Kasahara Fukari's indifferent gaze also fell on Jorogumo.

In just one night, this silly spider had soared from mid-level to general-level. Something must have happened. Her usually indifferent heart suddenly stirred with intense interest.

"Master, master, isn't the little spider amazing~~"

Ignoring the stares of those around her, the Jorogumo happily slipped to her master's side, her face beaming with praise.

"Amazing! Come back, I'll give you a treat tonight!" Fujiwara Izaya praised the little spider and took her back.

The main hall, where the battle had taken place, looked somewhat chaotic.

The candlelight and heat spilled out from the lanterns, half of which were already broken, and spread out, making the air feel somewhat hot and dry.

"Really, this is ridiculous!" Mrs. Kasahara scolded, standing up from her seat.

"Fighting and killing are no good." Mrs. Hoshimi suppressed a laugh, pretended to have a headache, and stood up while rubbing her temples.

"Guards," the head of the Tsuchimikado family also stood up, glancing at the person lying on the ground like a dead dog, "drag this guy out and bury him."

"Cough cough, he's not dead..." With no other choice, the old monk Hongwen could only stand up with the three of them. "Someone, take Director Fujishima to the hospital, and take his severed arm with you too. Maybe it can be reattached."

That's just something to comfort people.

If the severed arm is reattached, the dexterity will definitely be greatly reduced. For priests who need to make precise hand gestures or draw talismans, this is tantamount to turning them into cripples.

Several people came forward and carried Fujishima Miyaji out.

This lifting of the banner signifies that the prestige of Inari Shrine in the Kanto region has suffered a devastating blow.

The so-called number one in the world?

If the company wants to continue to profit in the Kanto region, it has no choice but to start from scratch. This time, however, the opponent they will face is far more formidable than they imagined.

"Sorry sorry~"

Fujiwara Izaya, who was in the center of everyone's attention, turned to face the high platform and said in a calm tone, "I did not control my strength well and accidentally injured Director Fujishima. Please punish me, chairmen."

Mrs. Kasahara glared at him fiercely with her beautiful, authoritative eyes: "You deserve to be punished!"

only……

To everyone else, the voice sounded like an elder in the family comforting a naughty younger person, as if afraid that if the tone was too harsh, the younger person would feel wronged.