I have an unlimited number of shikigami

"No..." Kasahara Asuka clutched her forehead as if in pain, pleading in a spoiled, coquettish voice, "Asuka wants to go find Mom with her sister. I have so much to say, and I want the whole family to be together..."

“Sister too.” Kasahara Fukari hugged her tighter.

Kasahara Asuka continued to rub her face against her older sister's chest, saying, "Asuka loves you the most, older sister~"

Looking at the inseparable sisters, Fujiwara Izaya felt somewhat depressed.

They can only reconcile on their own.

But... can't we try a different approach? A united front to criticize scumbags isn't a good sign.

Kawashima Miki laughed triumphantly and whispered in his ear, "Your dream of having two sisters together is shattered, isn't it?"

"What are you so smug about now? Just you wait!" Fujiwara Izaya pinched her hard.

Kawashima Miki's body trembled slightly, just as she was about to retaliate.

Suddenly, a thick fog rolled in outside, and faint, mournful cries could be heard.

"They're here." Fujiwara Izaya gripped the knife in his hand tightly.

Kasahara Fukari glanced outside and immediately said, "Xiangxiang, go to your mother's side. Your older sister will stay here and buy you some time."

"I want to be with my sister..."

"obedient!"

The older sister resumed her stern expression.

Having just survived a life-or-death situation, the younger sister was no longer willful. She gritted her teeth and said, "Xiangxiang will wait for you upstairs."

Kasahara Fukari patted her hair, then glanced at Kawashima Miki: "Can I ask you for a favor?"

Kawashima Miki thought for a moment, then said helplessly, "I'll be back soon." Then she glared at Fujiwara Izaya, warning him with her eyes that she would be back immediately and that he was not allowed to mess around with Fuka Eri.

mean.

She's just very stingy.

Even though it's a fait accompli that Eri is the wife of the mountain god, she still thinks she can delay things for as long as possible, so that she can occupy Fujiwara Izaya's time for one more day.

Fujiwara Rin didn't say anything, but in front of the two sisters and more than a dozen Section 9 agents present, he hugged her and kissed her hard on the lips.

"Aren't you ashamed...?"

Kawashima Miki wiped the drool from her lips in disgust as she transformed into a Jorogumo.

Seeing Kasahara Asuka's displeased expression, she smiled sweetly, then flicked out her spider silk, binding the girl tightly like a piglet being taken to the market, and tossed her onto her back.

"what--"

"You bastard, Asuka will never let you get away with this..."

Kasahara Fukari watched her younger sister struggle, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

The flickering lights danced on the beautiful woman's face.

Perhaps because she was in a particularly beautiful mood, her originally cool and pretty face was now rosy and soft, and her bright red dress embroidered with intricate patterns seemed to come alive, shining brightly in the cold rainy night.

Fujiwara Izaya leaned closer, looking annoyed, and said, "You're happy now, but I got scolded again..."

Kasahara Fukari glanced at him sideways, her expression returning to its usual coolness: "Thank you."

"Your expression is exactly like a father saying to his son, 'Thank you for understanding me as a father.'"

"Pfft~"

Kasahara Fukaeri couldn't hold back; her cool demeanor melted away instantly.

Her face flushed, she lowered her head, looking at her gorgeous robes. The lamplight reflected the splendor, making her appear even happier.

Fujiwara Izaya longed to hold her in his arms, looking so shy and bashful.

Unfortunately, the occasion is not right.

The agents of Section 9 were dumbfounded.

It was as if this boss was new, and they had only just met.

The rain was pouring outside, and the white mist spreading across the deck resembled a vast, white wave of snow.

Kasahara Mieri's eyelashes trembled slightly as she looked up at Fujiwara Izaya, a gentle smile playing on her lips. "You stay outside and keep watch. I'm going to change..." she said, lifting her skirt slightly. "Fighting in this outfit is a bit cumbersome..."

"Guaranteed to complete the mission!"

Fujiwara Izaya gave a dashing salute, drew his number, and rushed onto the deck.

"You all take up advantageous positions in the banquet hall and fire. Don't engage in pointless hand-to-hand combat!" Kasahara Fukari gave the order to her men, then turned and left to change into her combat uniform.

"I'll be right back..."

Fujiwara Izaya, who was charging ahead, heard her lingering voice.

He gripped the knife tighter and rushed into the rain.

Things were a bit more complicated than expected. The appearance of the Underworld pushed the situation into an even more complicated state... Almost all the people he liked were on this ship, and the responsibility of protecting them weighed on his shoulders. Fujiwara Izaya felt an irrepressible restlessness in his heart.

The royal bloodline, which had been calm and stable for seventeen years, was on the verge of boiling over.

Chapter 200. Giant Whale, Thor...

Dark clouds, like collapsing mountains, pressed heavily on the sea.

Bright yellow lightning flickered erratically in the dark clouds, like a surging dragon. The thunder was deafening, and the waves surged and rolled. Even in the midst of the storm, several parts of the ship were ablaze, with flames leaping wildly in the rain.

Fujiwara Rinya wandered through the darkness, like a dark hurricane howling past.

One by one, figures fell before him, the sounds of battle particularly clear in the wind and rain.

High-wattage floodlights shone on this area, and the desolate wind and rain at sea made the light appear particularly abrupt and lonely.

Fujiwara Izaya stood holding a sword.

The corpse of a demon that had been blocking his way slowly fell to the ground.

The corpse had a large gash cut into its neck, and the rain quickly diluted the blood. Under the light, the wound resembled a gaping, white, fleshy mouth—a truly gruesome and disgusting sight.

of course.

For the Section 9 agents, who were used to seeing life and death, the scene wasn't particularly impactful. They were hiding in the banquet hall, taking advantage of the terrain to keep firing outwards.

Fire, bullets, blood—many things mingled on the deck.

Above the raging sea, where wind and rain roar.

Everyone felt like they were about to collapse...

Time passed second by second.

The sky remained overcast, a torrential downpour lashed the face, and the autumn chill seeped into one's bones.

The pitch-black waves, like valleys, surged and roared towards the cruise ship, their deafening roar seeming to crush this floating palace into pieces.

Countless ferocious demons surged forward one after another.

Fujiwara Izaya, wielding the Shadow Blade, skillfully dealt with their first wave of attacks.

The appearance of the Ghost Clan was within his expectations, but the emergence of the Yellow Springs Kingdom's forces was somewhat unexpected... Speaking of the Yellow Springs Kingdom, one must mention Yin Xie Na Mei, a creator goddess who fell into the Yellow Springs.

She hated Takamagahara to the core.

Or perhaps, they harbor a deep-seated hatred for patriarchal society.

She fell from being a creator goddess to the deadly goddess of the underworld because she was burned while giving birth to the fire god after giving birth to thirty-five gods, and unfortunately died and fell into the underworld.

Procreation and reproduction are such solemn yet mundane matters, and even the gods are not exempt from them.

After Yinzanami passed away, the father god Yinzanami, missing her so much, chased after her alone to the Land of the Dead. However, the father god was just like any other mortal. After seeing Yinzanami transformed from a beautiful goddess into an ugly ghost of the underworld, he decisively divorced her and left without looking back. He even blocked the entrance to the world of the living with a stone.

It was precisely this action that aroused Yin Xie Na Mei's resentment.

The goddess who was originally responsible for procreation and the creation of life no longer creates life. She hates the childbirth that killed her, hates the continuation of life, and hates the shallow and heartless gods on Takamagahara. That is why she became the cold and ruthless goddess of the underworld, who only wants to kill all living beings.

Reflecting on this tragedy, Fujiwara Rin couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions, including a sense of relief and a feeling of being fortunate.

Fortunately, he has many wives. As long as one of them can give birth to a son to inherit the mountain god's legacy and help his old father take the blame and deal with Amaterasu, that will be fine... Speaking of this, he got a little angry again. Why should I, a mere mountain god, have to help you with the mess that your main god family has made!

Damn it!

"Next time I see the old lady, I must get my money back..."

Fujiwara Izaya wiped the rain from his face and drew his sword, ready to fight again.

Just then, he suddenly heard the static crackling from the walkie-talkie in the ear of the Section 9 agent.

Then, Fukahara Mieri's voice rang out.

"All personnel must evacuate to the highest deck immediately—"

The agents from Section 9 immediately evacuated.

Fujiwara Izaya retreated to the doorway and sheathed his sword, remaining motionless.

The rain was still pouring down.

The sea was as black as if it had been soaked in ink, and thunder roared in the sky, a sound that shook the very air.

On the deserted deck, white mist spread, and the Yellow Springs Army continued to surge out like a tide. In terms of combat strength alone, these Yellow Springs Army soldiers were far inferior to the Ghost Clan, but their advantage lay in their sheer numbers.

Fujiwara Izaya, whose hearing was at its peak, suddenly caught a sound of wind breaking through the air.

Looking in that direction, a mysterious, ghostly black shadow flashed by in the darkness.

In the wind and rain, a black phantom leaped over the ship's side, her graceful movements resembling a death flower blooming in the night. Her right hand, which had been waving in the air, suddenly clenched into a fist, then her five fingers snapped open and slammed down.

brush--

The dazzling and astonishing flames were like the moment the sun rose above the sea, suddenly illuminating the darkness.

The entire space was engulfed by flames in an instant.

Deep within this place, the five senses cease to function, and even thought becomes impossible. All that can be seen are countless clusters of flames, burning, burning…

Feeling the heat radiating from him, Fujiwara Izaya smiled.

Under the Demon King's all-out attack, all the ghosts and monsters on the deck were instantly reduced to ashes.