I have an unlimited number of shikigami

“I remember that crow saying many times that their young lord should first send troops to Mount Hidehiko…” Chairman Kasa’s expression was a half-smile, his figure twisting eerily, “I’ll do Fujiwara-kun a favor and severely injure you first…”

The moment she finished speaking, her body vanished from the spot.

Fengqianfang felt a chill run down his spine.

Before he could react, a fist descended from the sky. The fair fist glowed with a blue light, but beneath the blue light, the skin was covered with obscure and incomprehensible golden runes. The characters resembled ribbons wrapped around the arm, making her fair arm even more alluring.

The fist came crashing down.

A thunderous punch landed heavily on Buzenbo's head.

With a "click".

Some bones are broken.

Buzenbo's body, suspended in mid-air, was slammed to the ground, rolling several times before settling down. Lying on the ground, he convulsed uncontrollably, completely incapacitated to continue fighting.

The long skirt of the former director, Kasa, billowed like waves, and golden runes swirled around her.

The main deity of Tokyo Daijingu Shrine is Amaterasu Omikami, so her fighting style is exactly the same as Amaterasu's. She doesn't rely on any talismans or magical artifacts, just pure divine power to overwhelm... just like the great sun, intense, domineering, and unreasonable.

With a single punch, she crippled a giant tengu, her magnificent priestess robes untouched by blood or dust. Without rest, she flew towards the other two battlefields. Her figure remained incomparably graceful, like a beautiful butterfly flitting freely among flowers in the spring breeze, yet carrying a terrifying power that sent chills down the spines of her enemies.

Lightness and ferocity are two relatively contradictory postures, and she seems to dance at the perfect balance.

boom!

boom!

boom!

In the blink of an eye, the remaining two Great Tengu were sent flying back, coughing up blood, by the combined efforts of the three chairmen. True clashes between powerful individuals are not like the flashy battles of juniors; they are purely a crushing display of strength. At an even higher level, the contest is a direct clash of divine consciousness.

"This woman is interesting..."

On the sycamore-lined path in front of Meiji Shrine, a handsome young monk smiled.

Having defeated three Great Tengu in one go, Chairman Kasa looked up at the dark clouds above and asked, "Is there anyone else who wants to come down and challenge me?"

The Tengu clan was somewhat quiet.

The other two demon factions were just watching the show.

It's not just humans who scheme against each other; the demon race does the same.

"Amitabha……"

Jirobo Ōtengu, bald-headed and with a kind face resembling a venerable monk, slowly floated down from the dark clouds. Although he looked like a good person, his aura was extremely gloomy. As he moved, the dark clouds churned incessantly, and the world was filled with a suffocating atmosphere as if a torrential rain was about to fall.

A simple, unadorned blade of light slashed down from the sky.

Chairman Kasa raised his chin, his pupils gleaming brightly in the light of the sword.

Ding!

She clasped her hands together, forcefully trapping the blade's light.

The immense force caused her body to suddenly recoil backward.

The blade light unleashed by a demon lord was exceptionally imposing, and even her shrine maiden robes seemed unable to withstand the weight, with the lines gradually crumbling.

Jirobo persisted, continuously brandishing his katana.

One after another, streaks of sword light descended from the sky, dense and numerous, like raindrops falling in disarray.

Chairman Kasa repeatedly reached out, catching the flashing blades with his bare hands, as if plucking stars from the sky. To be able to do this against a demon lord was truly astonishing.

However, the more Kasahara's chairman fought, the more courageous he became. In a few quick movements, he began to rush into the air.

She started with small, quick steps, then her strides grew larger and larger until she became a blur... She appeared majestically in front of Jirobo and threw a punch.

A punch that was pure, clean, and decisive enough.

"boom--"

Jirobo exchanged a punch with her and was also sent flying backward in a somewhat disheveled manner.

This punch threw his internal energy into disarray, causing him serious injury; blood even seeped from the corner of his mouth. Jirobo quickly created distance and used his sword to force back Kasahara's attack.

Both humans and demons fell silent.

It has always been the monsters who chased humans into close combat, but now humans are chasing monsters, forcing them to resort to ranged attacks... This is unprecedented and will probably never happen again.

Streaks of blade light slashed through the air.

President Kasa twisted her body rapidly, her shadow shifting in the air, as sharp blades swirled past her. At one moment, she abruptly stopped herself.

A blade flashed past his shoulder.

In that instant, her brow furrowed slightly, and a scratch appeared on the sleeve of her shrine maiden robe, with traces of blood seeping out.

Jirobo breathed a sigh of relief.

This woman was terrifying, forcing him to completely avoid a direct confrontation and rely solely on his superior demonic power to wear her down. The situation was unfolding much as he had anticipated; she was now panting, her cheeks glistening with sweat.

After taking the first blow, there will be a second and a third...

Chairman Kasa's gaze slowly fell on the enemy, somewhat unwilling.

She certainly has the ability to defeat her enemy, but her enemy also has the ability to defeat her. The two are evenly matched, and the outcome of the battle will simply depend on whose weaknesses are exploited by the other.

Go back, I'm not willing to give up.

Let's continue; there's not much chance of winning.

The conflicted Chairman Kasa suddenly had a sudden inspiration.

She looked up at night.

Large swaths of dark clouds seemed to have been crumpled into tiny pieces by a pair of giant hands, through which bright sunlight shone, bringing a ray of light to the pitch-black Tokyo.

"Wow, so many monsters have come! It's quite lively..."

A very magnetic male voice rang out.

At this moment, all eyes were focused on the sky.

With pristine white wings and a nonchalant, arrogant expression, the young Ōtengu descended to the mortal realm amidst a pillar of light. He held the hand of a red-haired, golden-eyed woman with fox ears and a fox tail; their expressions were equally aloof and disdainful—a perfectly matched pair.

Amidst the fluttering particles of light, everyone believed that the King and Queen had descended—except for the mountain goddess ladies with their frosty faces.

Chapter 209. The Queen is going to be a mother...

Standing tall amidst a sea of ​​clouds, it is gazed upon by tens of millions of people.

Tamamo-no-Mae's expression was extremely unnatural. Her fluffy tail slapped Fujiwara Izaya a few times, knocking away the hand that was holding hers.

However, after Fujiwara Izaya let go, he naturally raised his hand and skillfully touched her ear.

The mighty Queen had her ears stroked in front of everyone... Tamamo-no-Mae must be furious.

"Let's go down first."

Fujiwara Izaya casually grabbed her tail and held it in his arms.

Instead of stroking the ears, it became stroking the tail.

Gasps of breath came from within the fox clan's ranks.

Conversely, cheers erupted from the Tengu clan's camp.

Tamamo-no-Mae had a stern face.

She had a striking figure, and her red dress shone brightly like fire in the dim light.

"Oh, get this out of here first..."

Fujiwara Izaya raised his hand, his palm pointing towards the churning dark clouds in the sky.

The entire world stood still at that moment.

The unusual pause seemed to have gained strength, and all the dark clouds ceased their churning.

A dazzling golden light emanated from his palm.

Those on the ground looked up and saw dazzling golden light transforming into countless points of light burning within the dark clouds, much like a magnificent galaxy in the pitch black. The surging dark clouds were continuously dispersed, and a thunderous, collapsing sound shook the heavens and the earth.

White, fine specks of light poured down upon the city. The dancing particles of light resembled a golden rain, breathtakingly beautiful.

Fujiwara Izaya walked down step by step with a smile on his face.

"What a pretentious act..." Tamamo-no-Mae thought with disdain.

She didn't want to follow, but since he held her tail, she could only be led around with a haughty expression.

One after another, enormous beams of light pierced through the dark clouds, and the sky began to sparkle. A huge band of light appeared over the entire Tokyo skyline, dazzling and spectacular.

In the blink of an eye, the sky that people saw became clear and high again, a surprising blue that looked as delicate as if it had just been born.

It seems to be over.

The eerie aura that had enveloped Tokyo vanished completely in less than half a minute.

But it wasn't over yet.

The monsters from the three factions are still in the sky.

Inside Meiji Shrine, most people wore complex emotions as they watched Fujiwara Izaya and Tamamo-no-Mae descend step by step from the void. Only the members of the Kanto branch seemed to take it all for granted.

He's Fujiwara Izaya...

Incredibly powerful, yet predictably stealing the spotlight.

On the roof, Mrs. Hoshimi was waiting for him.

With a gentle smile on her face, she seemed like a flower from another world, slowly descending to earth on a breeze. Her skin, almost as delicate as the sky, seemed to glow softly, and her eyes, clear and serene, were filled with the radiance of the entire world.

Mrs. Kasahara's eyes were like water, which, combined with her luxurious dress, made her even more stunning.

The closer Fujiwara Izaya got to them, the more uneasy he felt.

There's no way around it... I went alone, but came back with a vixen by my side. It's hard to explain. It would be really embarrassing if Ms. Himeko were to throw a tantrum in public...

Fortunately, Miss Himeko did not make things difficult for him.

After he landed, Mrs. Kasahara merely pouted slightly, glanced at Tamamo-no-Mae, then clasped her hands behind her back and nodded calmly. This dignified and regal bearing, befitting an empress, was something no one could defy.