I Am a Heroic Spirit

Arima Takashi's reaction was quick, but the attacker was even stronger. The attacker swung out a curtain of swords, cutting off the kagune shot by Arima Takashi one by one, and then quickly approached the landed Arima Takashi.

The strongest investigator in front of Arima Takamasa was not so easy to defeat. Seeing that he could no longer move away, Arima Takamasa made a decisive decision, gave up the Owl in his hand, drew out the sword form of Ming Shen, and quickly launched a slash at the attacker.

For a moment, the sound of weapons clashing echoed through the mist. Those within the hotel could only see two flashes of sword light, but no human figures were visible. They could only conclude that the two combatants were equally matched, and it would be difficult to determine the outcome for the time being. After all, Naruto's sword form greatly increased his attack speed. While he wouldn't be able to defeat a third-rate Assassin without a Noble Phantasm, maintaining his own safety for a short period of time wouldn't be too difficult.

"There's an enemy outside! Not a ghoul!"

Yukinori Shinohara said seriously that although they didn't know who the enemy outside was, ghouls never used swords, and their kagune were their strongest weapons.

Everyone was shocked. If it wasn't a ghoul, the enemy using swords could only be a human. There were actually humans who would help the ghouls fight against CCG.

"It's not something unimaginable. Those stupid associations like the Ghoul Protection Association all have such stupid ideas as protecting the lives of Ghouls. I just didn't expect that there would be such masters among them." Mado Wuxu said with a sneer.

"Stop talking. Supporting Arima-senpai is more important." Kotaro Amon lightly bumped into Wu Xiou Mado, frowned and signaled Wu Xiou not to discourage the morale. Then he put the ramen aside, opened the door and rushed out.

Mado Wuxu sneered, then picked up Kunk and entered the fog. The other investigators followed closely behind him, heading in the direction of the flashing knife light to provide support.

As soon as the investigators entered the fog, they encountered the same situation as Arima Takashi, but because they could no longer feel it very quickly, they did not think too much about it, or they did not have time to think too much, and continued to rush towards the place where Arima Takashi was fighting.

Their idea was good, but unfortunately the reality was not as simple as they imagined. Before they had taken two steps, screams, the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground, and the sound of blood spurting out were heard among the crowd.

But in a short time, only about ten of the more than thirty investigators who came out to support were left.

"Alert! There are enemies! Everyone, be alert!"

Yamon Kotaro shouted loudly, and instead of moving forward, he took a defensive stance on the spot.

"Don't walk around casually, keep your distance, pay attention to the assassins in the fog, and then retreat. The fog is very unfavorable to us." Mado Wuo and Amon Kotaro have been partners for a long time. He immediately cooperated with Amon Kotaro to take a defensive posture. The rest of the people also formed a defensive circle with the two of them and slowly retreated towards the hotel.

However, there were some exceptions. Masters from the darkness such as Kii Kagero, the Gurkha swordswoman, and the Japanese swordsman did not stop. They were confident that their strength was no less than Arima Takashi's, and while they were on guard against possible sneak attacks around them at any time, they rushed towards where Arima Takashi was.

However, although as ordinary masters, they have the ability to fight against third-rate Assassins for several minutes without being defeated in a head-on battle, the only third-rate Assassin at present, Okada Izo, is fighting against Arima Takamasa, and they will face the secret assassination of two second-rate Assassins.

The most obvious attacks were the scalpels launched from all directions. Though powerful and swift, the martial artists' intuition allowed them to knock them down, even without being able to penetrate the fog. Furthermore, these attacks, which offered no threat to the masters, filled them with contempt, believing the hidden enemy to be nothing more than a low-level assassin, no more formidable than the swordsman who had fought Arima Kisho.

However, they soon realized how wrong their thinking was with the close assassinations by the Phantom of the Opera and Jack. The ghostly assassinations easily took away the lives of the masters. Even Kii Kagero, the Gurkha swordswoman, and the Japanese swordsman, who perhaps had survived because their death had not yet come and their luck still existed, were also severely injured. If it were not for their warrior bodies that had undergone super training, they would have died from their injuries like the previous exorcists.

At this time, Arima Takashi, who was fighting with Okada Izo on the other side, also fell into defeat after thirty rounds. After all, although he was powerful, the attributes of the heroic spirit were stronger than him. The various inherent skills that enhanced his combat power and combat experience made it impossible for him to resist for a long time.

At the first moment of falling into defeat, Arima Takamasa quickly broke away from the attack at the cost of having a piece of flesh cut off from his shoulder, burst out at the fastest speed, and relying on the previously remembered route, rushed towards the hotel, bringing along three masters who were seriously injured and unable to continue fighting.

"Something's happened. The enemy outside is very strong. Everyone else is dead. Grab your weapons and be on guard."

As soon as they returned to the hotel and put the three masters down, Arima Takashi gave an order and sat down on the ground weakly. The other investigators who followed them back to the hotel also looked miserable. They were all lying in a mess, with bloodstains and broken arms on their bodies. This not only shocked the people in charge of the reception in the hotel, but also shocked the audience watching this scene on the screen.

Suddenly, a large number of barrages were posted by the live broadcast viewers.

What's going on? A major reversal?

[I remember there were over thirty people who left earlier. How come only this many have returned? And they all look like this!]

[The person ahead is missing the point. The point now is that we fought against hundreds of thousands of ghouls with only 500 men in the evening without a single casualty, yet now, within five minutes of going out, so many have already died.]

[Indeed, I noticed that of the nine strongest performers in the evening battle, only four returned.]

[That handsome guy named Arima Takashi was not the strongest investigator, but he was also seriously injured.]

"What's this? War is always going to kill people, right? Especially in a war with such a huge disparity in numbers, it would be strange if there weren't any casualties."

[You're right, brother. The previous livestream was no different from the epic anti-Japanese war dramas produced in our country. A group of Qing soldiers armed with swords were able to defeat the Eight-Nation Alliance, which outnumbered them a hundred times, armed with guns. It was so unrealistic. I thought the livestream was a show put on by the Japanese government. Now that the casualties are this high, it seems more realistic.]

[I feel the same way. I also felt the same way when I watched it before, as it was a great anti-Japanese war drama.]

[Anti-Japanese War drama +1.]

[Anti-Japanese War drama +2.]

[Anti-War God 3.9 drama +10086.]

[Anti-Japanese War drama +1008611.]

……

Perhaps it is because the scene is too far away from the viewer when watching it on the screen.

Chapter 61: Quality is not enough, quantity makes up for it

Arima Takashi was silent for a moment, his brow furrowed, as if he found the reporter's question somewhat embarrassing. He pondered how to respond, and after almost a minute, he spoke, "No, it's probably not a human. I think it's more of an evil spirit than a human."

As he spoke, Arima Takashi took out the talisman from his pocket, only to see that the runes on the talisman had become dim, and the color was much lighter than at the beginning.

"This is the talisman the new director handed out when we arrived. Everyone has one. Initially, there was no reaction, but when I entered the fog, a strange force emerged from the fog, inflicting both mental and physical damage. The damage only disappeared when this talisman emitted light."

The female reporter looked at Arima Takashi taking out the talisman, and a look of surprise appeared on her face, which was not intentional, because she also had such a talisman.

"This talisman was also given to us by our director when we came here."

The female reporter also took out the talisman from her pocket.

"It seems that the government already knows that we will face such a situation. A night like this should be the legendary Night Parade of a Hundred Demons. In order to prevent such a situation, the upper echelons have issued talismans that can defend against ghosts. However, it is obvious that although this talisman can avoid the damage of the ghost fog, it cannot resist the evil spirits outside." Arima Takamasa said, feeling somewhat relieved. Compared with a situation where powerful humans help the ghouls to fight against the government, which is enough to cause social unrest, the Night Parade of a Hundred Demons, a custom that has long been accepted by the Japanese people, is more conducive to social stability.

Arima Takamasa's words once again caused an uproar on the Internet.

[What a joke! A sci-fi action-packed war movie suddenly turns into a supernatural spectacle.]

[By the way, do ghosts really exist in this world? I heard that Japan has eight million gods and a hundred demons parading at night, but isn't that all superstition?]

[Believe in science, ghosts and monsters don’t actually exist.]

[I agree. After scientific investigation, ghosts and monsters are completely feudal superstition.]

[Superstition? Isn't superstition about science also a form of superstition? Who can be sure that ghosts and monsters really don't exist? If they really don't exist, then why do all countries have legends about them?]

[So-called superstition is because current science cannot explain it, so it is called superstition. And weren't things like ghouls also superstitious in the past? Now they are right in front of us.]

[But it was really exciting. I haven't seen such a great movie in a long time. There are so many bad movies in China that are almost unbearable to watch.]

[Hey, the person in front, this isn't a movie, it's a documentary.]

……

The online debate about the existence of ghosts had no impact on the conversation in the hotel. Arima Takashi, who was being questioned by the female reporter, continued, "There are three enemies in total. One is a demon dressed as a samurai, one is dressed as a foreigner with claws instead of hands, and I've forgotten the third demon. But what is certain is that they are all assassin-type demons with extremely strong stealth and assassination abilities."

The female reporter asked in confusion, "Forgot? What does that mean?"

"Although I remember that there was an evil spirit that attacked me secretly, I have no idea what it used or what it looked like." Arima Kisho frowned and said in a heavy tone. He just remembered that he was chased by three evil spirits when he returned to the hotel. As a result, his body, which had not been seriously injured, was covered with large scars. However, when he recalled the past, he could only recall the existence of two evil spirits.

"Indeed, the one who attacked us just now was not only the foreign-looking evil spirit, but also another one. Otherwise, even though the sword in my hand is not my original sword, I would never have ended up like this if I had only faced one evil spirit." Kii Kagero also heard Arima Kisho's words, walked over with the sword in his arms, and said with a pale face, "But I have no memory of the other evil spirit at all. Although I have heard that evil spirits can affect ordinary people's short-term memory, I have never heard of an evil spirit that can affect a warrior like me."

Arima Takashi said seriously, "The situation this time is very serious. The enemy can affect our memories, which means we can no longer obtain intelligence about the enemy from previous battles, greatly reducing our chances of victory."

"Snapped!"

At this moment, the sound of glass breaking was heard.

Arima Takamasa immediately stood up and looked in the direction of the sound, only to see that the glass door that had been closed had been broken.

"what happened?"

Arima Takashi quickly walked over and asked.

"The enemy broke the door with a scalpel." Yukinori Shinohara picked up a scalpel from the ground and handed it to Takamasa Arima.

Arima Takashi took the scalpel and immediately felt a biting chill from the scalpel to his body, but the talisman soon took effect and dispelled the chill.

Arima Takashi dropped the scalpel and looked outside. He saw the ghostly fog outside was slowly spreading into the hotel. He immediately ordered, "There's something strange about the fog. Everyone, take your equipment and food and go upstairs. Don't take the elevator to prevent any supernatural events."

As he spoke, Arima Takashi took the lead in opening the door of the safe passage and walked in quickly. The others also knew how powerful the ghost fog was, so they hurriedly followed.

"This is really scary. We were just killing ghouls, but now we have to fight real demons. We're not onmyojis or exorcists, so this kind of thing shouldn't be our job," Amon Kotaro complained. "Even though they both have the word 'demon' in their name, they're clearly completely different beings."

"...The department that deals with those ghosts may have been wiped out." Mado Wuxu said in a low voice.

Yamon Kotaro looked at Mado Wuxu with a heavy face in astonishment and asked in surprise: "What?"

Kotaro Amon's voice was a little high-pitched, and it seemed a little loud in this passage filled only with heavy footsteps. Many people around turned their heads to look at him in confusion, but when they saw that he didn't seem to be moving, they turned their heads away again.

"Quiet." Mado Wuxu didn't look at Amon Kotaro, acting as if nothing had happened, but the words he said were not something that could calm people down: "Do you think the government would let the existence of ghosts be exposed in the open like this? We in the government departments don't know much about it."

Yamon Kotaro said thoughtfully: "What do you mean?"

"Do you even need to ask? The situation is already obvious."

The sudden sound interrupted Kotaro Amon's thoughts and frightened him, causing his heart to beat faster.

"Hey, when did you get here? You're like a ghost, can't you make some noise? Are you trying to scare people to death?" Yamon Kotaro said in a low voice, glaring at the pseudo-girl who quietly ran over and made noises like a hamster eating. This place is haunted! You dare to scare people like this? Aren't you afraid of really scaring people? "Also, don't eat snacks at this time."

"You're not that timid, are you?" Suzuya Juuzou waved his hand nonchalantly. "Mado-senpai's point is that the government should have sent a separate department outside of the supernatural, such as the legendary semi-public department, the Paranormal Disaster Response Office, to deal with this. However, because it happened so suddenly and the war between the CCG and the ghouls couldn't be canceled, they issued a talisman to help us avoid harm from the evil spirits, and then let that department deal with them. But now, it seems that since the evil spirits can still attack us, it means that the Response Office has failed."

Amon Kotaro looked at Mado Wuo, only to see Mado Wuo nodded, indicating that he was exactly as Suzuya Juzo said.

Yamon Kotaro said dissatisfiedly, "This is too much. They knew that there was a powerful evil spirit, but they didn't mobilize enough forces, and let us suffer as a result."

"No, the government will not be negligent on this day. The current situation only proves that the evil spirit is too strong and the government is no longer able to defeat it." Zhenhu Wuxu shook his head and said solemnly, "We can prepare for death."

"Is the situation really this serious?" Seeing that Mado Wuxiu actually said such morale-destroying words, Amon Kotaro asked in shock.

Mado Wuxu said: "The situation will only get worse."

-

Inside the countermeasures room, Jinguji Ayame listened to the work reports of the exorcists who escaped from Area 11. Her expression became increasingly grim, and her mood quickly sunk to the bottom.

Jinguji Ayame said, "You mean to say that there are three Type A warriors on the opposite side, and each of them has the ability to annihilate you all after being suppressed by the Tsuchimikado family's barrier."

Isayama Yomi said, "To be precise, if we fight head-on, it's just a matter of time. If they try to assassinate us from the shadows, we won't be able to fight back."

"It's tricky." Jinguji Ayame pressed her head and said anxiously. Even so, she couldn't fight against those Type A ones. No, that couldn't be called Type A anymore. It should be Type X.

"Director," the office door opened, and a woman in professional attire walked in. "Something's happened. Type A has already started to attack the CCG. The appearance of the evil spirit has been broadcast live by TV Tokyo to the whole world."

As soon as the woman finished speaking, the phone on the desk in front of Jinguji Ayame suddenly rang.

Jinguji Ayame knew who was calling without even answering the call. At this moment, it could only be the top government officials who came to hold the suspect accountable.

"Hello, this is the Supernatural Disaster Response Room." Although Jinguji Ayame knew the identity of the caller, she still picked up the phone.

"I'm Shinzo Abe. What's going on? Why are there evil spirits in the live broadcast? How do you, as the director, do your job?" The Japanese Prime Minister's angry voice came from the phone. Originally, it was not the time for supernatural phenomena such as ghosts to appear in the open, but now, all the planned steps were disrupted.

"I'm sorry, Prime Minister." Jinguji Ayame said hurriedly.

"I don't need your apology. I just want to know, when can you clear those damn evil spirits out of the live broadcast on March 317th?" The Japanese Prime Minister interrupted Jinguji Ayame and asked sternly.

"I'm sorry, we have no way. The evil spirits that appeared this time are too powerful. Even with the help of the demon hunter family of the Ba family, the exorcist family of the Tsuchimiya family, the Isayama family, the Onmyoji family of the Tsuchimikado family, and our Countermeasures Room, we are unable to fight against the evil spirits that appeared inside." Jinguji Ayame said quickly.

"What?" A loud scream came from the other end of the line. "Let me confirm first. The Ba family, the Tsuchimiya family, the Isayama family, and the Tsuchimikado family you mentioned are the top ten families in the psychic industry ranked in the supernatural archives."

"Yes, Prime Minister. Led by the heads of each family, a total of 200 elites went to District 11 to carry out the demon-exorcism operation. Only 57 people came back alive, including 35 seriously injured. The heads of the Tsuchimiya and Isayama families who covered the retreat, and the head of the Deba family have not returned yet, so it is impossible to judge whether they are still alive." Jinguji Ayame replied.

There was silence on the other end of the phone for a long time, but Jinguji Ayame still held the phone, waiting for instructions from the other end.

"Is there no way for the Countermeasures Room to handle this matter?" Finally, a voice came from the other side.

"Sorry, this matter has exceeded our

Chapter 62 Before the Climax

"A spirit that can hide its own aura? How interesting. I hope I can successfully recruit it. It would be a shame to eat such a spirit."

On the other side, Ma Cang Ye Wang, riding on the Fire Spirit, also descended from the sky. Looking at the mist below, which was only half a meter away from him, a calm smile hung on his face. Then, the Fire Spirit took Ma Cang Ye Wang directly into the mist.

On the top of a building outside Area 11, the sniper who was originally ambushing here has retreated, and now Kisuke Urahara and Yoruichi are watching here.

"That guy has also gone in. Should we go in?"

Seeing Asakura Leaf King enter the mist barrier, Yoruichi breathed a sigh of relief and turned to ask Urahara Kisuke.

"Hey, Yoruichi-san, is that boy the one you said is stronger than you?" Urahara Kisuke, who was pulled here by Yoruichi to hide, said in surprise.

"That's him," Yoruichi explained, knowing what Urahara Kisuke was surprised about. "A few years ago, his spiritual pressure was indeed only slightly stronger than mine, but humans have always made rapid progress, so it's not surprising that he now has spiritual pressure comparable to that of the captain-general."

"That's a terrifying rate of progress," Urahara Kisuke exclaimed. "By the way, did Yoruichi have a conflict with that boy? Why did he pull me here and hide as soon as I saw him?"

"No, it's not really a conflict," Yoruichi's cat had a very conflicted expression on his face. "That guy seems to have a strange obsession with spirits and cats. He's been pestering me since we first met, wanting me to become his partner and build a world where only psychics and spirits exist. After I refused, he even tried to capture me, but back then he wasn't as powerful as he is now, so he couldn't catch up with me."

"It's really shameful, Yoruichi-san. You're almost three hundred years old, and yet you're being chased by a young man from the modern world." Urahara Kisuke unfolded his folding fan, covered his mouth and chuckled.

“Swish, swish, swish!”

"Don't forget, Kisuke, that guy's soul is more than five hundred years old. Even if he's a reincarnated person, he still isn't the boy he appears to be, as he's retained his memories and abilities. In terms of age, he's much older than me."

Urahara Kisuke, who never learned his lesson, had three more bloody marks on his face. Yoruichi, on the other hand, sat on the railing, licking his paws, as if nothing had happened. He then continued, "I didn't expect that a captain-level evil spirit would get involved in what was originally just a human matter. I think it's better to go in and take a look at the situation."

"Hahaha, that's true, Yoruichi, but aren't you afraid of being caught by that boy?" Urahara Kisuke said with a dry laugh.

"Don't I have you? Kisuke, if we meet him in there later, I will retreat first and you will cover me." Yoruichi said the words of betraying his teammates very calmly, then jumped out directly and walked straight into the fog on the stairs formed by spiritual power.

"Hey, hey, you can't be like this, Yoruichi."