I Am a Heroic Spirit

Urahara Kisuke said as he chased after him.

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On the second floor of the hotel, some seriously injured soldiers who were unable to continue fighting were placed in guest rooms with locked doors, hoping to hide from the evil spirits outside and allow them to survive until dawn so they could go out for treatment. The others recuperated in the corridor outside.

Just as the investigators were guarding the direction of the safe passage to prevent evil spirits from coming out, there was a "bang" and the sound of broken glass suddenly rang out. The sound was extremely weak, as if it was blocked by something, but it could not be hidden from the trained investigators.

"what sound!"

"what happened?"

Everyone was startled by the sudden sound, and immediately turned around and pointed Yuhe Kunke in the direction where the sound came from.

"It's the window inside the room!"

Arima Takashi reacted immediately when he saw the source of the sound and rushed to the room where the seriously injured were placed.

After kicking the door open, Arima Takashi discovered that the seriously injured person who had been placed in the room had disappeared, and the glass of the window was broken, leaving only broken glass on the ground and mist spreading from the window.

At this time, other people also followed into the room, saw the broken glass, and immediately understood what had happened.

Arima Takashi quickly ordered, "Go check the rooms of the other wounded. The enemy broke the glass and came in from outside to capture the wounded."

"No need. Except for these three, the rooms for everyone else are empty." At this time, Zhenhu Wuxu pushed the crowd away and walked in from outside. Along with him came the three remaining martial arts masters.

"Are you okay? Didn't the evil spirit attack you?" Arima Takashi asked doubtfully. Even if they were in perfect condition, they would not be able to resist the evil spirit. What's more, these three martial artists could only walk now. Why were the others captured, but the three of them were fine?

"How is that possible? They're attacking everyone indiscriminately, so we certainly won't be left out," Kii Kagero said. "But unlike what you might think, they didn't break the window from the outside to capture the person. Instead, they let the injured person in the room break the window and jump out on their own."

Arima Takashi asked, "What do you mean?"

Kii Kagero said, "Just now, while I was recovering from my injuries, I suddenly heard singing. It was such a beautiful song that even as a warrior, I was confused for a moment. However, the pain in my body helped me wake up. The same thing happened to the other two of them. As for the others, they must have been confused as well."

The female reporter interrupted, "The idea of ​​a bewitching song often appears in ghost stories."

As soon as he finished speaking, a beautiful and melodious piece of music streamed in through the window. The music was so beautiful that even though Kii Kagero had just revealed the enemy's tactics, the investigators were still caught off guard. They fell into a trance and involuntarily walked towards the window. Only Arima Takashi and the three masters managed to maintain their composure.

"Wake up!"

Arima Takashi and the three masters worked together to stop the confused investigators and use their fists to bring them a painful awakening.

Just as the four used their power to restore the confused investigator to consciousness, the Internet exploded again.

[Is this a European or American song? Are the ghosts there also European or American?]

[This song is so beautiful. I think this ghost can sing better than those famous singers in our country. Is it my imagination?]

[It’s definitely not an illusion, because I have already recorded the song.]

[The speed ahead is quite fast. I am impressed.]

[This is too much! A ghost has this level of singing ability. Do I need to learn singing now? Otherwise, how can I be a ghost in the future?]

[Vitas: This ghost's singing skills are no worse than mine. I don't know why I haven't heard of this fellow before, but I sincerely hope to have a face-to-face conversation with him.]

[Eh? Why is that comment signed? This isn't a comment section.]

[I know that some famous people use their names when posting comments, but Vitas, this name does sound familiar, but I can't remember who it is.]

[Vitas! It's Vitas! The singer who is called the Russian Mozart

[No way! It really is him! This ghost's singing skills can actually be compared to Vitas.]

[Does anyone know of any European singers who have passed away in recent years? This goblin must be quite famous, considering he was praised by Vitas.]

[No, I just checked, no singers have died in Europe or America in the past five years.]

[I've checked too, but there's no clue.]

The United States, Russia, France, Britain, and even Japan and China all thought of the speculation on the Internet and immediately organized special task forces to investigate the relevant incidents. It was no small matter that a singer who could be compared with Vitas was killed without anyone knowing.

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"Type A, three, Tokyo 11th District. Got it. I'm in Tokyo right now and can act right away. Ten minutes, seven is fine. I need to organize my equipment. Um, then I'll be hanging up."

In a dim coffee shop, Zhang Luo hung up the phone and stood up from his chair.

I hadn't expected the Countermeasures Office to actually ask for darkness. It seems Isayama Yomi didn't take the card I gave her seriously. However, it was time to act now. The drama had already been laid, and it was time to move on to its climax.

Second floor of the hotel in District 11.

"Damn it!" Awakened, Kotaro Amon slammed his fist on the door, saying angrily, "What the hell is this! You clearly have the power to easily kill us, but you're sneaking around in the dark doing these shameful things."

"The opponent is a ghost. If he appears in the open and confronts you head-on, he is not even a ghost." Suzuya Juuzo said while leaning against the door, his face full of displeasure.

Arima Takashi ignored their words, frowned, and said, "Excuse me, this is not safe in the room anymore. Everyone, get out and close the door."

Everyone left the room and closed the doors of each room. This was because the hotel rooms were soundproofed. Once the doors were closed, even if singing could be heard, that faint sound would not affect them.

"What should we do now? Wait until dawn? I don't think we can hold on until then. Once the monsters outside stop wanting to play with us, we will surely die." Suzuya Juuzou asked Arima Takamasa and told him the cruel truth without reservation.

The female reporter shuddered and deliberately turned her head to look away to avoid the fear in her eyes being recorded in the live broadcast.

Arima Takashi remained silent because he had no other options.

"I really can't accept this. I didn't expect that I would not die in the duel with other warriors, but would be killed by ghosts." Kii Kagero leaned against the wall and said regretfully.

What a pity. If I had brought my sword with me when I came here, I might have been able to fight my way out.

Kii Kagero looked down at the knife in his hand. The dense cracks on it clearly told him that if he swung it again, the knife would completely disintegrate.

For a moment, the entire corridor became quiet, and a gloomy atmosphere enveloped the entire place.

"Dingling Bell Bell ..."

Three minutes later, the sudden ringing of a phone broke the atmosphere. Everyone looked up and looked for the source of the phone call, only to see Arima Takasho taking out his cell phone.

"Hello, this is the CCG Special Operations Team, I'm Arima Takamasa." Arima Takamasa answered the phone and spoke.

"Yes, yes, I understand. Okay, got it." Arima Takamasa's expression gradually eased in the eyes of everyone, as if he had received some good news.

"Everyone, good news," Arima Takashi said with a smile. "The director just called and told me that the government is already gathering demon exorcists, magicians, and onmyojis for assistance. The closest and most powerful one is a psychic who claims to be a magician. He should be here in seven minutes at most."

This news arrived at a very timely moment, because it not only gave the investigators confidence, but also effectively prevented the female reporter and cameraman from having a complete mental breakdown. After all, although they were the two with the strongest mental qualities selected from all the reporters and cameramen, they were ordinary human beings after all, and they lived in Japan.

Chapter 63 The Phantom of the Opera and the American Gunman (8,000 chapters)

Soon, the netizens started discussing these unknown existences, and their wild imaginations were almost identical to the real situation. This was beyond the government's expectations, so governments immediately sent out online water armies to control the situation. Unfortunately, this fact, which has been confirmed by Japanese officials, is not so easy to reverse. The efforts of the online water army can only make the situation more chaotic.

The chaotic network has caused headaches for the leaders of various countries. The five rogue countries plus Japan, a total of six countries, held an online meeting. Apart from strongly condemning Japan's omissions, they were unable to discuss any good solutions. In the end, they could only let nature take its course. However, this sudden situation has also made life increasingly difficult for people in the inner world of various countries. In the past, even if something happened, the government could suppress it. Now, once any special situation occurs, the people on the other side of the world will not be so easily fooled.

The people in the other world were worried, the heads of state of various countries were worried, and the investigators in the hotel in District 11 were even more worried because the hotel collapsed.

"Crazy Red Lotus! Roaring Wave!"

A huge shock wave exploded with a loud thunder, and huge gullies appeared on the street, as if the concrete floor was violently torn apart. The three-story hotel collapsed, and smoke and violent winds rose into the sky, dispersing the fog barrier and leaving an open space.

"Ahem!"

"What happened? Why did the hotel collapse?"

"Come and help me, I'm being pinned down."

"what happened?"

"And here, my leg seems to be broken."

A group of investigators crawled out of the ruins of the hotel covered in dust and dirt, and then helped other trapped investigators push away the walls and rescue them from inside.

Fortunately, because they have all been trained, these investigators are not only physically strong but also have better response capabilities to emergencies than ordinary people. Except for a few who were crushed by the collapsed walls, the others were just a little embarrassed and nothing happened. Even the female reporter and cameraman were well protected.

“Hoohoohoo… Roarhoohoo!!! Clang clang clang…”

Heavy breathing sounds could be heard in the dust, along with the howling of wild beasts and the clashing of weapons.

When the dust settled, what appeared before everyone's eyes was an extremely magical scene.

A twelve-eyed monster was battling a foreign man wearing a terrifying mask. The monster periodically fired energy blasts from its mouth at the man, but the man's breakneck speed made it impossible to hit him. The man's hands were terrifying claws, and with his incredible speed, he left scars on the monster's body. He also sang from time to time, and his strange power transformed into sharp blades with his singing, attacking the monster. Behind the monster, a middle-aged man, covered in blood, supported himself with a sword in both hands. He looked seriously injured and needed something to lean on to keep steady.

On the other side, a handsome man with one eye blocked by a strange talisman stood in the middle of a field of talismans, holding a bow and arrow, shooting at a scantily clad young girl. However, the young girl was faster than the foreign man. If the talisman on the ground had not emitted light that was harmful to the young girl, giving the handsome man a chance to dodge, he would have been killed by now.

In addition, there is a one-armed middle-aged man who seems to be controlling another monster to fight against a man dressed as a warrior. However, the one-armed man is more seriously injured and cannot fight with the warrior.

[Now it’s time for the fantasy special.]

[Currently, there are seven elements: war, gunfight, supernatural, martial arts, action, science fiction, and fantasy. I don't think there will be another blockbuster with such a variety of elements and good quality in the next hundred years.]

[Nue, I found out, that monster is a Nue.]

[??? What is the previous one saying?]

The Nue is a Japanese mythical creature. Appearing in The Tale of the Heike, it is described as having the features of a monkey, the body of a raccoon dog, the limbs of a tiger, and the tail of a snake. (The Nue has a few more eyes than the legend says.) Everything else is pretty much the same as the legend says. However, the eye issue isn't a big deal, as there's no consistent record of the Nue in ancient Japanese texts.

So, that unusual-looking sword must be the legendary Lion King. The Tale of the Heike records that in the late Heian period, the Nue frequently haunted the Seiryoden Palace, where Emperor Konoe resided, at night, causing the Emperor great distress. The Emperor commissioned Minamoto no Yorimasa to act as an exorcist. Yorimasa crafted a sharp arrow from the tail of a mountain bird and successfully slew the Nue. In recognition of his efforts, the Emperor bestowed upon him the famous sword "Lion King" as a reward. According to Japanese mythology, the only person capable of wielding the Nue was the Lion King of the Minamoto clan.

[Yes, I've been to Japan and saw the Lion King at the Tokyo National Museum. It's the exact same knife this person is holding. I'm guessing the one at the Tokyo National Museum is a fake. The real one is here.]

[It seems this person is quite important. I wonder if he is a descendant of Minamoto no Yorimasa or the Toki clan. The Emperor of Japan wouldn't just give this sword to anyone.]

"It's reinforcements! Use Yuhe to assist in the attack."

Everyone was stunned by the extremely magical scene, but Kii Kagero, who had a good understanding of the existence of the spiritual world, did not have any doubts about the combination of the three people and the monster. Instead, he quickly concluded that the three people opposite were the evil spirits hidden in the fog. He immediately shouted, picked up the Yuhe-type Kunk given to him by CCG, and launched an attack.

Everyone was also awakened by Kii Kagero. Seeing that the person who came to support them seemed to be unable to hold on any longer, they quickly took out Yuhe to assist in the attack.

The assistance of the crowd was very effective. The overwhelming Hezi effectively forced the three evil spirits out of the battle. However, it was obvious that the evil spirits that were hit did not suffer any damage. It was better to say that they withdrew from the battle because of Yuhe's interference rather than being forced to push away due to Yuhe's threat.

"Are you three the reinforcements sent by the government? Didn't they say the closest one would take seven minutes to arrive?"

Arima Takashi and a group of investigators met the three reinforcements and asked with some confusion, "Logically speaking, for such matters, the government would not say it too early even if it said it was a little later, after all, there would not be enough time."

"My name is Tsuchimiya Masagaku, an exorcist. These two are the demon exorcist Shizuka Ba and the exorcist Naraku Isayama. The reinforcements probably weren't referring to us, because we were the first team to enter Area 11 to conduct the exorcism operation, and we were severely injured by the evil spirits twenty minutes ago. Now, except for the three of us, all the other exorcists have been seriously injured and retreated."

Tsuchimiya Masagaku spoke under the curious gaze of everyone, and took Shiraei back. Isayama Naraku also put the Red Lotus back into the Lion King Sword. After all, a lot of spiritual power is needed to support the Red Lotus. At this time, it is better to use the spiritual power sparingly.

"In other words, you are not reinforcements, but just the generals of the defeated army before." Zhenhu Wuxu said bluntly.

"It's a bit embarrassing, but it's true. Of the 200-strong demon-fighting team we organized earlier, only we, the team leaders, are left," Tsuchimiya Masagaku said calmly. He didn't even know if he'd make it out alive, so he didn't need to worry about saving face. "As for the reinforcements you mentioned, I think it's best not to hold out too much hope. The three of us are among the strongest in Japan's spiritual world, and even with the elites from various other organizations, we still ended up in a disastrous defeat. I don't think the Japanese government can mobilize a stronger team than ours. No, it's not that they can't, but if they do, the situation will be even worse than it is now."

Tsuchimiya Masagaku's words immediately dampened the morale of the investigators, and even their original curiosity and doubts about the professions of exorcists and demon hunters disappeared.

Because even in this miserable state, Tugong Yale still had an extraordinary demeanor, so everyone subconsciously did not doubt his words.

At this time, someone spoke.

"Haha, it seems I can't take your lives now. Goodbye then. Next time, when this fog of death from London descends again, I will dedicate my song to you, my lovely friends."

The speaker was none other than the Phantom of the Opera, standing a hundred meters away, on the edge of the death fog that had been dispersed by Isayama Naraku's full-strength attack. He took a step back, about to immerse himself completely in the mist. Jack and Okada Izo were already within the fog, their figures looming in and out of view.

Can actually talk!

Hearing the Phantom of the Opera's beautiful voice, everyone was surprised and happy. Since he could speak, it meant that he had reason and could communicate. Being able to communicate meant that they could survive from each other's hands through communication.

Seeing that the Phantom of the Opera was about to lean back, Tsuchimiya Yale hurriedly shouted, "Wait."

The Phantom of the Opera paused, looked at Tsuchiya Yale, and asked, "Is there anything else?"

Tugong Yale quickly asked, "I would like to ask why you want to kill us? Do you have any hatred against us? Or is there some conflict between us? I don't think you are a villain who kills without reason."

"Haha, what an amusing remark! Someone like me, who belongs to a chaotic and evil faction, is actually being called not a villain." The Phantom of the Opera laughed maniacally, his laughter full of sarcasm. "I once committed a series of murders in my lifetime, and in your opinion, the people I killed did not commit any faults that warranted death."

"Can I ask your name? A singer like you can't be unknown, but I haven't heard of any singers dying in recent years, nor have I heard of any singers coming to Japan." The female reporter suddenly interrupted and asked.

In this situation, she dared to conduct an interview in the face of such an evil spirit. Her professional qualities must be appreciated by everyone.

"You want to get my name, then find out my identity and find my weakness? Do you think I will tell you?" The Phantom of the Opera looked at the female reporter and said with a sneer.

The female reporter had an idea. According to what he said, he must have been a celebrity when he was alive. Celebrities died for no reason and no one knew about it. If she could find out this kind of thing through interviews, she would definitely be able to make further progress.

"But it doesn't matter. I'm not one of those heroic spirits with extraordinary origins, nor do I have a Noble Phantasm that can be found by simply speaking my name. So, it's fine if I tell you my name." The Phantom of the Opera suddenly changed the subject. "The Phantom of the Opera, that's what the world calls me. As for my real name, I've long forgotten it."

"The Phantom of the Opera?" the female reporter asked, puzzled. "Are you talking about Leroux's Gothic romance novel, 'The Phantom of the Opera'?"

The Phantom of the Opera spoke slowly in a deep voice, "The Phantom of the Opera, a ghostly creature that dwells in the labyrinthine basement of the Paris Opera House, was modeled after me. Influenced by that work, my face has transformed into a strange form, and my arms have become monstrous. From an ordinary human, I have become the monstrous Phantom of the Opera."

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The leaders of the six countries who had not yet disconnected from each other after the international conference also heard clearly what the Phantom of the Opera said at this moment. They were relatively speechless for a while. They had spent countless efforts in searching for news related to the Heroic Spirit during this period of time. Unexpectedly, before they did anything today, there would be a

Chapter 64: Cutting off

More than a thousand meters away from the battlefield, King Makura Ye, who was riding a fire spirit in the fog of death, ordered the fire spirit to stop moving.

"I've been following you for so long, why don't you come out?"