I Am a Heroic Spirit

King Makura Ye looked at the death fog on the left that was boiling and retreating in the power of the fire spirit, and said lightly.

In the fog of death, Yoruichi heard the voice of King Asakura Ye. She looked up at Urahara Kisuke and asked hesitantly, "He's not talking about us, is he?"

You have to know that even the two of them could not see through this strange fog, and their vision could not exceed three meters. Even if they could sense it, they could only sense the existence within ten meters. In order to prevent being discovered, they not only stayed eleven meters away, but also concealed their spiritual pressure, so they should not be discovered so easily.

Urahara Kisuke shook his head, his usual nonchalant demeanor gone. He said uncertainly, "That shouldn't be the case. Even if it's the captain-general, in this kind of environment, he wouldn't be able to find us unless he burns away all the fog. Although that boy is powerful, he's still a bit weaker than the captain-general."

At this moment, the sound of slow footsteps echoed through the silent night. Yoruichi and Urahara Kisuke exchanged a glance, immediately shutting their mouths and slowly retreating. Even the two of them hadn't spotted anyone, but Asakura Leaf King had spotted someone hidden in the fog. His perception was a bit too strong. It was better to retreat a little further.

With King Ma Cang Ye as the center, the death fog within a radius of five meters was dispersed by the power of the fire spirit. At the edge of the swirling death fog, a gentle and elegant elderly gentleman walked out, with a dignified and kind smile on his face, and his every move revealed the unique cultivation and demeanor of the upper-class gentlemen of Ying country.

"It is a great honor to meet you, the great Onmyoji second only to Abe Haruaki in this country during the late Age of the Gods." The elderly gentleman bowed lightly to the puzzled Asakura Ye Wang.

"Very powerful! I can sense a sense of danger from you. It seems you are not some unknown person." King Ma Cang Ye narrowed his eyes and said with a smile.

"Indeed, in a sense, I am quite famous," the old gentleman straightened up, and a majesty emanated from him that even King Makura Ye had to respect. King Makura Ye's eyes became solemn. At this moment, the old gentleman was finally regarded by King Makura Ye as someone worthy of equal conversation.

"My name is James Moriarty, a professional professor and leader of an evil organization, the most vicious and evil person in Great Britain."

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"Excuse me, what is this?"

While following the boy on the run, the female reporter approached him, pointed at the lamppost on his shoulder, and curiously asked the question that everyone was wondering about.

Although it looks like a street lamp, there are no less than a hundred street lamps in District 11, but it still failed to dispel the fog. They don't really regard this thing as an ordinary street lamp.

"This is called an old street lamp. My companions made it when I came to rescue." The young man said with a smile.

"Is your companion also a ghost?" the female reporter continued to ask. Because the reinforcements of the exorcist believed that the boy was a spirit but not an evil spirit, the female reporter could only call him that.

"No, we are not ghosts, but heroic spirits. The three undead who just assassinated you are also heroic spirits." The boy pointed out the mistake in the female reporter's words.

"Heroic Spirit? I seem to have heard of this term." The female reporter said thoughtfully. She remembered where she had heard this term, and it wasn't that long ago.

Yamon Kotaro interrupted, "I know that a while ago, a knight called Diarmuid appeared on Ms. Okino Yoko's show. That person claimed to be a Heroic Spirit."

The female reporter suddenly realized: "That's right, it's Yoko Okino's program."

At this moment, the boy suddenly stopped.

"what's wrong?"

Seeing the young man suddenly stop, the female reporter also stopped moving forward and looked around. She saw that everyone had taken out their weapons and was ready for battle.

At the same time, three figures walked out of the fog ten meters ahead. They were the Phantom of the Opera, Izo Okada, and Jack.

Because the range of the Death Mist was weakened, Assassin's fighting style could no longer continue, so the three of them had to give up the assassination and prepare to defeat them head-on in the open.

"You could have lived a little longer, but since you gave up on your own, don't blame us for being rude." Okada Izo said coldly, the sword in his hand flashing with a cold light, which made people shudder.

The Phantom of the Opera laughed sarcastically and said, "Or rather, you think you can escape from us without the cover of the Death Mist and a third-rate Heroic Spirit."

Everyone's heart suddenly turned cold and their faces turned pale. They still remembered what the young man had said before, that he alone was unable to resist the attacks of the three people opposite.

The young man, however, remained calm and said with a smile, "Although it may sound a bit arrogant, even though I'm just a guy with nothing to do except shooting, I still have some confidence in helping them escape."

"You dare to make such a boast in front of the three of us? Are you kidding yourself? Modern heroes like you and me, apart from great figures like Charles Babbage, Nikola Tesla, Helena Blavatsky, and Thomas Alva Edison, are almost nonexistent. This is common sense. Could it be that you are some great figure?"

The Phantom of the Opera sneered and said the full names of one big figure after another. The meaning of his words made the people here and the audience on the Internet imagine a lot, and also inspired the US President who was paying attention to this place. You know, the United States has never had a shortage of inventors and scientists. Even now, the United States can rely on its advanced technology to compare with the mysterious power of other countries.

"I might just be a cowboy, but if you insist, I'm also a big shot, even if I can't compare to those guys," the young man thought for a moment, stroking his chin. Then he said confidently, "If we fight, even if I'm no match for you, I can still hold you off with my preparation."

The young man turned his head to look at the people behind him and handed over the lamppost in his hand. "Go straight along this street. When you reach the end, turn left. There is a small library about thirty meters ahead. Meet me there. I'll be there soon."

Arima Takashi stepped forward and took the lamppost, without saying anything about going together or staying to help, because he knew very well that they could not get involved in such a battle, and even if they stayed, they would only be a burden.

"Don't even think about running away. I won't allow you to. Just sit back and let Jack dismantle you all."

Seeing that they wanted to leave, Jack immediately raised his scalpel and rushed towards Arima Takashi who was leading everyone away.

"No passage here. Then, take it!"

The boy turned around and stood in front of Jack. The two revolvers had moved from the holsters on his waist to his hands at some point. A smile was still on his face, but the two guns in his hands were already spitting out intense sparks.

Every bullet hit Jack's way forward accurately. No matter how Jack dodged, as long as he didn't step back, he would inevitably be hit by the bullet, forcing Jack to temporarily stop chasing.

The young man smiled and said, "If it comes to assassination, I don't think I can even last a single round. However, in a head-on confrontation without any obstacles, as a Gunner, I am not someone you, as Assassins, can easily defeat."

Indeed, apart from Li Shuwen, Wang Ha, Shijiang, Kojiro and other external and swordsman-type characters, no Assassin is good at head-on combat. However, Jack's mistake caused The Phantom of the Opera and Okada Izo to join the battle. Two second-rate Assassins plus a third-rate Assassin fighting against a Gunner, if there is no accident, the outcome will be determined at the beginning.

"You can leave now. I will stop them."

As the boy looked at the blurry figure rushing towards him, he took out a tinderbox from his pocket and immediately started to light a fire. One, two, three times! Three huge dogs with eyes as big as teacups, eyes as big as millstones, and eyes as big as round towers appeared in front of the boy.

"Stop them."

The boy gave an order, and three huge dogs suddenly rushed out and pounced on Jack and the other two.

But this is not enough. The three-headed dog's power can only stop Assassin for about a minute at most before it will be killed. If you want to delay Assassin, you need more power.

The boy took out another thing from his body. It was a small bronze pig statue. When the boy threw it out, the bronze pig statue quickly turned into a two-meter-long giant bronze pig. The bronze pig howled and then rushed towards Jack, helping the big dog with eyes as big as teacups to attack Jack.

The young man stood where he was, took out his two guns again, and fired bullets to restrain the three people.

[Listening to their conversation, it's as if they were all historical figures.]

[I know that samurai. He appeared in Karakura Town two weeks ago. He claims to be Okada Izo, one of the four great slayers of the late shogunate.]

If they are all figures from historical legends, then who is that little girl? Are there such small figures in historical legends?

[I know this. The girl's identity seems to be Jack the Ripper. The serial killer who went on a killing spree in Tokyo, Japan a few days ago and killed a lot of prostitutes is probably her.]

[Jack the Ripper? So cruel!]

[A brutal loli? That's quite interesting.]

[The one in front is crazy, that's Jack the Ripper.]

[If I could have such a cute little girl, it would be worth it even if I had to be disemboweled.]

[Three years of guaranteed profit, the death penalty is no loss.]

[Indeed, if… my life would be worth it.]

……

[Are you all crazy? Stop fantasizing and stop spouting these unrealistic things. Did you notice that the props the gunman just used—the old street lamp, the bronze pig, the tinderbox—look like they were straight out of an Andersen fairy tale.]

[The previous sentence means that the gunman is Andersen?]

[Can you please clear your head before you speak? Andersen could be the shooter? Just thinking about it makes it impossible. I'm guessing the companion the shooter mentioned is Andersen.]

[Don't be silly, the appearance of Jack the Ripper and the Phantom of the Opera is understandable, after all, they were once murderers, and it's not impossible for them to become evil spirits after death. But it is impossible for historical figures like Okada Izo and Andersen to become evil spirits.]

[Yes, the idea that historical figures like Okada Izo and Hans Christian Andersen turned into evil spirits is truly unbelievable. Their claims are completely absurd. I never expected there would be someone who actually understood.]

Seeing that the young man had enough means to delay time, Arima Takashi and others felt relieved, turned around and ran towards the library according to the young man's instructions.

The light of the old street lamp dispelled the fog of death. The three Assassins were also dragged by the young man. Without any obstacles, they moved quickly. In just a few minutes, they arrived in front of a library. At this time, the old street lamp carried by Arima Takashi also completely dimmed. However, because it had dimmed when they were rushing on the road, it was completely dark.

Chapter 65: Symbol of the Times

Led by Arima Takashi, with a cameraman providing lighting, a fifty-man reconnaissance team conducted a search deep inside the library. They searched the first row of bookshelves, the second row of bookshelves, and the third row of bookshelves, quickly completing the search from outside to inside. They didn't find anything, but the reconnaissance team didn't relax at all. There was nothing in the fourth row, the fifth row, and the sixth row either.

Next was the seventh row. The reconnaissance team walked slowly in the dim aisle, relying on the weak light of the cameraman to explore the road ahead. It took half a minute, and they finally saw the end of the aisle vaguely. The reconnaissance of the seventh row of bookshelves aisle was about to end.

Everyone, who had been on edge for such a long time, couldn't help but relax as the investigation was about to end.

At this moment, an accident happened. There was a "zi" sound, as if the sound of a chair moving suddenly sounded.

"who."

The nerves that had just relaxed were instantly tensed to the extreme when the sound rang out. Without even noticing what the sound was, he subconsciously launched a Yuhe attack. Dense Hezi swept forward like a sandstorm.

The offensive was equivalent to a sci-fi version of the Arrow of Appeal, and its momentum was no weaker than that of the Arrow of Appeal except for its attack power. The bookshelves along the way were torn apart by the storm like travelers in the desert. When the storm subsided, only a few fragments of the two rows of bookshelves were left, and wood chips and tattered pages were flying all over the sky.

Such a grand scene naturally attracted the attention outside. Deba Jingji picked up the bow and arrow, jumped up from the ground, and ran towards the bookshelf. The wounded on the ground also quickly got up from the ground, picked up their weapons and followed.

"Click."

The lights suddenly came on.

The sudden light in the darkness made everyone's eyes a little uncomfortable, but in such a place, it was impossible for them to adapt slowly, so they forced themselves to open their eyes.

An incredible scene appeared in front of everyone's sight.

A boy wearing a white robe and short blue hair, who looked about ten years old, stood up from his chair and looked at them with a mocking expression.

There were still large pieces of kagune stuck in his body, but with Arima Takashi's eyesight, he could clearly see that the attack, which was enough to easily pierce a high-level ghoul, only stayed on the surface of the blue-haired boy. No, it should be said that it only stayed on the boy's clothes and did not hurt the blue-haired boy's body at all.

[Another child, and now there are two children. I think the government has reflected on this.]

[What's the meaning? ]

[What he meant was that in legends, ghosts and monsters rely on resentment to grow stronger. In other words, the more miserable and unwilling their death, the more torture they endure before death, and thus the stronger they become after death. So, the question is, how much torture do you think these evil spirits, who were able to crush the team of exorcists sent by the Japanese government, endured before their death?]

[I can guess how the little girl in revealing clothes died. I don't need to think too much to guess how she died. Although this cute little boy can't be seen on the surface, it's probably due to the same reasons.]

[Indeed, due to loopholes in the law—no, they’re not really loopholes, it just shows that the government has a hole in its brain—this led to the phenomenon of three years of guaranteed profits and the death penalty not losing money.]

[For example, the pedophile internet celebrity who openly set up a website to sell "shota videos" a while ago, and yet the judicial authorities have yet to issue a verdict. This example illustrates the problem.]

[Wait, can someone tell me what "guaranteed profit in three years, no loss if the death penalty is awarded" means? I think someone posted something like this before.]

[Three years of guaranteed profit, death penalty is not a loss.] Raping or raping an underage girl will result in a prison sentence of three years or more, or up to the death penalty. But raping a cute little girl and getting a three-year sentence is a win, and a death penalty is not a loss.]

[I think the legal sentences in this area are a bit too lenient. It's because of the minimum sentence of three years that there are so many cases of raping young girls. The death penalty should be imposed directly, punishing the entire family. If a child is not well educated, it is the fault of the father. If a criminal commits such a heinous act, the parents are also responsible. Only in this way can we play an effective role and prevent cases like Yao xfeng, Shang x, and Liu x from happening again.]

[I agree. The sentences in related cases are indeed too lenient. In the case of Shang, he was convicted of both child abduction and rape, but was ultimately sentenced to only six years and six months. In the case of the "ghost father," he raped a young girl for six years, but was only sentenced to ten years. In the case of Liu X, it took 20 years to catch the perpetrator, and because of the length of time, it's still uncertain whether he will receive a sentence. In the case of the "beast father" in Guangdong, he raped two daughters, but was ultimately sentenced to only one, a mere nine years.]

[There are so many cases like this, it's impossible to list them all. It's because the legal penalties are too lenient that this kind of thing happens so often.]

"child?"

The cameraman asked in surprise. The boy's naive appearance deceived him well as he had lost all information about Jack.

"No! That's a spirit! Prepare to fight."

At this time, Deba Jingji also rushed over from outside. He immediately recognized the presence of the blue-haired boy and immediately spoke up to remind him.

The people who followed closely behind heard Deiba Jingji's voice before they saw the blue-haired boy. They pushed down the bookshelves on both sides that would cause obstacles, stood away, and drew their weapons to point at the blue-haired boy standing opposite the reconnaissance team.

The latecomer who finally saw the enemy's figure was stunned. He was about to launch Yuhe but stopped at the last moment, his face full of disbelief.

"...Finally, you're here. You idiots kept me waiting for so long. Thanks to you being so slow, I've already read almost twenty volumes of the novel."

The blue-haired boy gently brushed off the kagune on his body, and the clothes without the kagune on them were restored to their original state. Large pieces of kagune fell to the ground, making a crisp sound. To everyone's ears, it was like a huge rock hitting their hearts, making a huge sound.

"No, I'm sorry for calling you idiots. You launched a meaningless attack without even knowing who your target was. I should have called you paramecium."

"How is this possible! The attack is useless!"

Kotaro Amon looked at the scene in disbelief and groaned softly.

"Is that what you're talking about? It seems I overestimated the intelligence of you idiots. Who gave you the confidence to think that human technological weapons, which have no mystery at all, can work against heroic spirits who are in a higher mystery?"

Hearing what Amon Kotaro said, the blue-haired boy looked down at the kagune on the ground, and a big mocking smile appeared on his raised face.

"Impossible! When we were fighting the evil spirit before..."

"Shut up, idiot."

Yamon Kotaro was about to retort when he was interrupted by the blue-haired boy.

"The only spirits currently appearing in this area are Heroic Spirits like me, aside from the Shinigami within Soul Society who, due to their special training, have gained physical form and are vulnerable to human physical weapons. Obviously, Shinigami have nothing to do with evil spirits. The only Heroic Spirits who can be linked to evil spirits are those of chaotic evil."

Kotaro Amon nodded. Although he didn't know what the Grim Reaper was, the gunman just said that the evil spirits chasing them were actually Heroic Spirits with chaotic evil attributes.

The blue-haired boy continued speaking without dropping the tattered novel in his right hand.

"While physical weapons, devoid of any mystical power, can't harm us, they can still affect us. For example, if a huge rock, even one without any offensive power, were to fall on our heads, we would be pinned down and unable to move unless we were in spirit form. Do you understand, idiot? Force transfer has an effect on any physical form. Even Heroic Spirits like us are no exception when we appear in physical form."

The truth that the blue-haired boy said was very simple and clear, even a junior high school student could understand it. This also made the audience and investigators who had the same question as Kotaro Amon feel a little ashamed.

"Excuse me, are you the companion that the American quickshooter mentioned?" Arima Takamasa suddenly asked.

After hearing Arima Takashi's question, the others also reacted. If there were evil spirits here, the Quickshooter could not have been unaware of it, and he could not have not told them. Then the situation was very clear. The blue-haired boy in front of them was the companion that the Quickshooter mentioned.

The blue-haired boy said, "Do you finally understand? It seems that my opinion of you can be improved a little bit."

"Oh!"

At this moment, Gunner appeared out of nowhere in everyone's sight, and then fell to the ground with a dull sound.

"What happened?" Gunner looked around. A chaotic scene unfolded before him: tattered bookshelves, scattered book fragments, two rows of collapsed bookshelves. "Are there any evil Heroic Spirits attacking here?"