We villains all have invincibility written on our faces

The Red Guards walked on the dirt road that never dried up. There were no actual roads in many places outside Ashina Castle because the heavy snow would bury any deliberately built roads. The soft soil soaked by water would always cause one or two unlucky people to fall occasionally. At first, their companions still teased the unlucky people's stupidity, pointing at their miserable appearance covered in mud and laughing, venting the pressure of this march. But as the road became more and more like a quagmire, smiling had become a luxury like pulling their feet out of the mire. They would rather use the energy to laugh to pull their bodies out of the mud.

The flamethrower is useless. The next road is up the mountain. If the people in front continue to melt the snow, all the snow water will flow into the back. The people behind will have no chance of walking, and the team will become even more disconnected.

The chief generals of the inner court were urgently discussing countermeasures, and Krieg was hiding in the snow at this time. He chose the Thunder of Ba for moments like this. The power of Ba Liu lies in changing the celestial phenomena within a certain range, just like what Ba Liu Genichirō did to the background wall on the castle tower. As a result, the already gloomy sky turned completely black, and the faint sound of thunder approached the Red Army. The Red Army had not yet understood why the thunder suddenly started, but the chief generals had already thought of the possibility of Ashina Genichirō. The news conveyed by the ninja mentioned that this young lord could control thunder and lightning.

The commander rushed out of the tent and looked at the sky. The completely dark environment reduced the lighting range of the torches. He was about to order a fire to be lit when he saw a shocking scene. The sky seemed to crack, and bright yellow lightning poured out from the crack in the sky and all fell towards the camp.

"Evacuate them, evacuate them!" The commander roared amidst the thunder, but amidst the roar that shook the heavens and the earth, his voice was at most the buzzing of a mosquito.

When the bright lightning struck, the Red Guards who didn't understand what was happening were still pointing at the sky, until the first batch of seriously injured people fell to the ground twitching, and the smell of burning and the aroma of food wrapped in the burnt smell finally caused a commotion among the Red Guards. The lightning was extremely fast, and they had no time to run, but Krieg only let the Thunder of Ba strike the back of the team. The tired and hungry Red Guards did not give up hope of life. Although they didn't know the reason, they could see where it was safe. A large number of people were crowded together, and they only wanted to run forward desperately even if they had to step on their companions who had been with them day and night.

Resistance is meaningless. They have no tools to attract lightning. They can only run and outrun their companions. It is still ancient times, and the ancients' fear of thunder and lightning is not something Krieg can understand. He himself did not expect that the effect of Ba's Thunder would be so good.

The continuous release of Thunder of Ba caused Krieg's totem power to be consumed rapidly, but the effect was also significant. This time, at least hundreds of people disappeared in this mountain forest. The lightning that struck the trees caused a small fire. However, the Red Guards had a lot of fire extinguishing powder. After all, they were elite. After confirming that the lightning did not follow, they restored basic discipline and did not suffer greater casualties due to the fire. However, they all understood that what was waiting for them next was nothing more than a heavier snowfall. If there was no snowfall, they would be suffocated to death by the thick smoke.

The lightning struck for a full quarter of an hour before a little light appeared in the dark sky again. Everyone was grateful for having survived the disaster. Not many people were knocked down by the lightning, but quite a few were trampled to death.

"Collect the number of people and see how many can move." The angry commander could only vent his frustration by smashing cups. They had just seen the distant view of Ashina Castle, but the casualties had reached an intolerable level. The Red Guards who had rushed from the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain had lost their combat capability. If this continued, the exhausted Red Guards would be sent to their deaths. No matter how arrogant they were, they understood that without the intelligence advantage, these frightened soldiers could do nothing. As long as there were a few more casualties, the soldiers who had already become frightened birds would immediately retreat.

The existence of thunder and lightning has always been noticed by everyone in Ashina Castle. Not only Onigebu and Miko, but even the old man Ashina Isshin has put on his clothes and held the knife in his hand. What is next is nothing more than a funeral. As for whose funeral it is, the participants all hope it is the other person's.

The sleeping White Snake God was also awakened. The flames were particularly conspicuous in its vision. Its huge body crawled on the ground and rushed towards them under the devastated gaze of the inner court.

"I can't stand it anymore! Go to hell!"

"Die, monster!"

Finally, someone lost his mind. He just wanted to find something to chop with, and wasn't the huge white snake the best target?

The soldiers who had found an outlet to vent their anger rushed out one after another. The chief general of the inner court gathered the remaining generals. He also intended to allow this behavior. Simple restraints could no longer eliminate the fear of these soldiers. This white snake could just be used as a channel to rally morale.

The White Snake twisted its body, its intelligence unable to comprehend why the villains behind it were feeding it while the villains in front of it were harming it. However, when its skin was slashed, none of this mattered. The White Snake began to wreak havoc among the crowd, but it was no match for the Inner Court. After a stalemate, it was the White Snake who showed signs of defeat first.

Krieg didn't care what these people were discussing. There were already enough people gathered around the White Snake God. The dense crowd piled up together and looked like a group of ants moving when viewed from the sky.

Spreading chaos, what could be more chaotic than this time?

Maybe even the White Snake God doesn't need to appear. Krieg took out the magic scroll, and before he opened it, terrifying heat came out from it. Let it end here, this world, it's time to end.

The Chibeis who were hurriedly counting their numbers felt the heat. The heat coming from above their heads instantly dried up their clothes. Before they could be happy, the suddenly rising heat ignited them. The flames came out from the most flammable parts of the body, followed by their noses and mouths. Before the human-shaped torches could run far, the main body of the meteorite fell down. The rolling hot fireball made a deafening roar when it came into contact with the ground, easily crushing their bodies and the white snake's bodies.

The frightened horses galloped desperately, flames emanating from their bodies. The Red Guards had come to fight honestly, but who could have imagined a meteorite would fall! The snow instantly transformed into steam, not only scalding the nearest soldiers, but also shrouding the entire mountain in a thick fog as the steam condensed. The soldiers, now in disarray, could not even see their closest comrades. They could only see the fiery red boulders rolling from the top to the bottom. The clever ones had already fled, while those who were already entangled in the mud or frightened could only watch helplessly as the meteorite rolled in.

There was no hope. In the steaming water vapor, the masked wolf blended in and harvested lives at will. Krieg was still amazed at the power of the meteorite. Hayabusa's vision was not obscured by the water vapor. The large number of deaths made him feel guilty.

That was it. Krieg didn't make another move. A quick thought would tell him the Red Guards were no longer able to launch an attack. Even if Krieg spared them, the inclement weather would help him bury them. Every Red Guard soldier here was an elite member of the Imperial Court. With so many gone at once, the Imperial Court wouldn't even consider attacking Ashina for at least five years.

News of the Uchifu's defeat spread quickly. Krieg could easily guess what would happen there, but without an army and their ninjas, what else could they do? Ashina Castle was skeptical, until Genichirō-sama told them that the Uchifu's misdeeds had incurred divine punishment. And with the charred bodies recovered by the Yoshinakas, confirming the danger was truly over, the entire Ashina Castle erupted in joy. The soldiers stationed at the main gate of Ashina Castle watched the others celebrate, dumbfounded. They already knew their positions were destined for death, but now, suddenly told that the war was over, they were unsure how to react.

Krieg stood atop the castle tower, feeling a little uneasy. He felt anew the cruelty of this world. In the living room below, the shameful Miko and Wolf were discussing the destruction of information about the undead. Outside, the Ashina people were cheering. Yongzhen was with the Buddha sculptor, his resentment not exceeding the Buddha sculptor's capacity, and he could still maintain his human form. Ashina Isshin also left the watchtower after a long absence.

Go back, Krieg said to himself.

ps: First of all, this is a reflection. If you ask me to evaluate this chapter of Sekiro, it would probably be a failing grade. I would like to apologize to the readers who have subscribed to this chapter.

First of all, I was too optimistic about this world. Sekiro's worldview was too complete, and there was nothing left to explore. However, the completeness of the information also required me to verify whether my thoughts were reasonable. The time I spent looking for information was longer than the time I spent writing the book.

Then there is Sekiro itself. I should have realized long ago when no one in the comment section was looking forward to Sekiro that the popularity of this world had passed and it did not have much appeal to many readers, resulting in a serious drop in the number of subscriptions.

The more I want to finish this world, the more its worldview delays my actions. Although I wanted to end it a week ago, it has been delayed until now. There are still omissions, but I just selectively ignore them. Sometimes, you still have to listen to the opinions of others.

The next world will be One Punch Man. Some plots will be involved in it, and most of the time it will still be an idol planning activity. Let's look forward to it. I think it's quite interesting, hhhh.

ps2: py a book "I, a person infected with mineral disease"

Chapter 122 Knowledge is Power

【mission completed】

[Rewards have been distributed]

[This world will end in 72 hours]

Krieg returned immediately without hesitation. This world had no value anymore. There was no point in bullying a group of ancient people. Moreover, after the victory, the Ashina people would look for Upper Ichiro to celebrate. The possibility of him being exposed was absolutely 100%.

【Confirmed return】

【Return to the original world】

The familiar ceiling, Krieg breathed a sigh of relief, this was the second time, the pattern should be over, it seems that every time he returns to the place where he was originally standing when he was recruited, this is good, he doesn't have to worry about suddenly appearing in some strange occasion.

In short, the previous world ended, and the falcon landed back on the table. The change of scenery made this curious totem creature shake its head around, but it soon remembered where it was, flew to the balcony as if it was familiar with the place, and stood there proudly with its little head held high.

Kriger closed the window and blocked the falcon's body to avoid attracting unnecessary attention. It was not safe near his home. Kriger always felt so, especially because the falcon's feathers would reflect light in the sun, which was really difficult to deal with.

Nothing in the room had changed. Of course, his last encounter with the monster had shown that the world seemed to be frozen when he crossed over, which only confirmed Krieg's suspicions. However, it couldn't be frozen. Krieg wasn't so narcissistic as to believe the entire world served him. Perhaps it was simply the flow of time that differed between worlds.

Obviously, this was an unprovable conjecture. Perhaps he'd guessed correctly for the first ten thousand worlds, but wrong for the ten thousand and first. However, Krieg never dwelled on things he couldn't control. Regardless of the timing, he wouldn't waste his energy on such matters.

The kettle buzzed as it was boiling. Krieg hurried out of the bathroom to turn off the fire, then ran back to the bathroom. Stoves that combined a gas combustion device with a stovetop had been around for nearly thirty years, but water heaters had only been invented for twenty years. Their biggest drawback was insufficient power. Since he hadn't had a good bath in Ashina, he would of course have to take a good bath when he returned home.

Krieg, carrying a kettle, poured hot water into the barrel and buried himself inside. Just as he'd expected, the journey through time was a matter of soul, or rather, will. Genichirō's body had been transformed into a totemic creature, but Krieg was still a normal human. Although they were two bodies, the sensations were the same. Even though his original body, which had always been clean at home, was pure, Krieg couldn't bear the injustice.

The hot water covered his head, and the water breathing technique he had just learned came in handy, allowing him to remain buried in it and quietly feel the comfort brought by the hot water.

Nothing is more reassuring than one's own home. For Krieg, who is habitually lazy, striving for perfection is like the dimmest star in the sky. If he is not told, he doesn't even know that there is such a thing as effort in the world. Even if someone pulls his ear to tell Krieg, he is too lazy to do it.

There is only one person in the first place, why should it be me?

With this mentality, Krieg stretched his body and tried to adjust the water temperature by tilting his head back, and then he choked.

"Cough cough cough," as he stood up straight, half a bucket of water flowed out with his movement. Krieg held the edge of the barrel and almost choked himself to death.

He couldn't raise his head while breathing underwater. He knew he'd made a mistake. The so-called "aquatic breathing" technique was just a special breath-holding technique similar to the turtle breathing technique, and had little to do with the occult. On the bright side, though, this breathing technique could be used to deal with invading toxic gases, making it more practical for someone who had always lived in the city. It just meant he couldn't dive all the time. He didn't really want to go to the sea; diving was far from his mind.

How could I possibly be connected to the sea? It's impossible.

Feeling a slight pain in his knee, Krieg stopped daydreaming and continued to add water to the barrel. Since there was nothing else to do for the time being, he decided to take a look at the reward for this mission.

[Your mission rating is normal. You have gained the permanent ability of Thunder of Ba. You cannot obtain any more physical rewards.]

There is indeed chaos, but it is too little. Too little!

Krieg didn't feel anything about the comments. He had no objection to the ordinary mission evaluation. After all, he was too confident and changed the plan several times. If he had set a tone at the beginning and then filled the plan unswervingly, he could have done better.

Krieg scratched his head. This quest-issuing tool seemed to be becoming more and more user-friendly. That was a good thing. What if they could communicate someday? The reward for a good evaluation last time had given him some of Bessie's physical qualities. It turned out the evaluation wasn't just tied to those magical items, but also to this. Fortunately, even a mediocre evaluation left him with a reward.

[Magic: Agility and Swiftness]

[Agility and Swiftness: Infuse powerful energy into yourself or friendly forces, increasing their attack speed and damage.]

[Gaster's call to battle!]

Gast could determine the outcome of a war. If he hadn't been killed by the most dangerous magician in history, as the most influential court magician, he would have survived better than anyone else. However, it's truly shameful that this famous mage was killed by the time-traveling young Carl.

[Note: You haven't learned any special energy yet. When you use Agility, your Stand Energy will be used to pay for it until you learn how to use it.]

This wasn't a magic scroll, but actual magic! Krieg was stunned. Was there such a reward?!

How do I claim this reward?

Just as Krieg was about to accept it, a vast amount of knowledge was poured into his brain, just like a suitcase for studying abroad for the first time, filling his head up. The knowledge that he could not understand quickly was rolled into a ball. Krieg fell straight to the ground without saying a word.

The falcon that had been trying to bask in the sun through the gap in the curtains was startled, and landed in front of Krieg with a hop, slapping him on the forehead with one claw. After confirming that he was just unconscious, it flew to the refrigerator without any conscience, and the totem light directly drilled a hole in the refrigerator door. It had always been curious about what was inside, and today it finally got the chance.

A magician, with three different colored orbs wrapped around his body, was speaking to me. What language was it? It was a completely illogical and chaotic language. I couldn't hear what he was saying, but his language had a meaning. What was it?

ps: A new volume!

Chapter 123 Missing Case

The magician was whispering, magic spells... the end... what was the end? Krieg could only hear fragmented information. His head moved forward involuntarily, but even so, the magician's language was still obscure and difficult to understand. He could only understand a small part of it. As he approached, the magician's face gradually became clear from the mist. It seemed like a little child?

The magician looks only six or seven years old. Could it be that magic can make people grow younger and younger? But it would be too much if he turned into a child.

Krieg opened his eyes wide, and only then did he see that the top of the magician's head... was... a big bald head?!

Krieg, suddenly awakened from his dream, jumped up from the floor, supporting himself on the cold ground with his hands. Dense characters flowed from his naked body. Before he noticed the meaning of these characters, a dull sound attracted his attention. Hayabusa was staring at him blankly from where the sound came from. There was a piece of unfrozen beef on the ground.

The Hayabusa that was caught stealing did not show any embarrassment. Instead, it pecked at the piece of beef hard, completely ignoring Krieg's existence. The Hayabusa, who was happily beating the beef, suddenly raised its head, and the piece of beef it was pecking at was gone.

Never mind, Krieg clutched his head. The symbols flowing through his body represented a magic he couldn't comprehend. It wasn't just the swift, agile incantations, but also the principles and energy flows of this magic, meticulously etched into his body. Unlike his Stand, Beach Boy grew with his spirit. While essentially Krieg's spiritual power, Krieg didn't know the principle behind the alien virus that transformed qualified individuals to trigger the Stand's abilities. This magic was different; it was pure knowledge. Once Krieg had mastered it thoroughly, he could easily pass it on to others.

It was a bit scary. When he fainted just now, the effect of the magic had already been activated, just like the ice wall and the meteorite. This series of magic that seemed to be related were all beyond imagination. Krieg did not do a destructive test, but the effect of the accelerated movement had already appeared. He had wanted to use the Beach Boy to pull away the piece of beef just now, but with the blessing of magic, he just threw out the hook, and the beef appeared behind him in the next second. Krieg's brain told him that he pulled it back, but his eyes only saw the sudden change in light, and he didn't even see what happened.

In other words, if I were Dio, even without using time stop, I could rely on my speed to carry Polnareff back under the stairs!

Not to mention how much advantage such fast movements can give him in battle, just using this to create a mysterious aura is so amazing that Dio is beyond belief. If one day he goes to Jojo3, wouldn't he be able to do all the coolest poses?

Like the Water Breathing spell, the magic of agility and swiftness does not require any medium, only Krieg needs to use it according to the instructions.

If this is considered an ordinary reward, I hope to come more often. Anyway, I won’t suffer any loss at all!

Krieg took out beef from behind his back. The slightly melted beef made his hands slippery. He stopped teasing Hayabusa and watched this tireless creature working like a dog. Krieg smiled.

The feeling of being able to easily see oneself getting stronger is really intoxicating. Ambitious people are not necessarily the most hardworking ones, but people who get excess rewards for every effort will definitely not be decadent. Realizing that his thoughts were wrong, Krieg patted his head lightly.

I am a salted fish, what am I thinking!

Leave the creation of history or saving the world to people with lofty ideals. I just need to lie down and shout "666".

Although Krieg said so, the disappearance cases in East London were really worrying. The dead were all rich people. There was no reason for them to commit suicide in this era. Krieg was also very curious why Scotland Yard's files listed the death toll when it was clearly a missing person case. Compared to the poor, Scotland Yard has always been polite to the rich who provided large amounts of taxes. They must have received some clues to confirm the death of the missing person.

Krieg thought of the visible doubles at Scotland Yard and considered whether he should get involved. Curiosity was secondary. The most important thing was that his home was only a short walk from East London. What if a supernatural creature suddenly appeared while he was sleeping? You know, even those police officers who were obviously skilled in dealing with supernatural matters had such things happen to them. What if he moved to a more dangerous place?

Thinking carefully about the description, Krieger rubbed his temples. [No clues have been found in the disappearance cases in East London. Most of the witnesses are mentally ill and have suicidal tendencies. It is recommended that manpower control be carried out when there is a surplus of police force, and at the same time, follow-up visits and psychological intervention should be conducted on witnesses.]

First, there were no leads. Krieg had just completed a clueless sneak attack while battling the Red Guards. An aerial attack was a strong possibility, but the missing individuals were humans. Even if it was a supernatural being, Krieg couldn't imagine how large it would have to be to carry them off without leaving a trace. Furthermore, the missing individuals had all disappeared from their homes. If they had been eaten, there would surely have been traces. Since Krieg had never heard of supernatural phenomena before being recruited, it seemed these police officers weren't just sitting around doing nothing. If they didn't know about it, the likelihood of them being arrested was indeed greater.

Most of the witnesses were experiencing mental distress and suicidal tendencies. They must have witnessed something shocking, but suicidal tendencies are generally driven by despair. If the supernatural beings attacking humans weren't capable of emotional control, then what could have unleashed such a unified, heartless state? Krieg stumbled upon the Faceless Man's fangs. Could this be a sign of their realization of mortality?

It is suggested that the presence of human control and eyewitnesses means that the thing causing trouble can be seen, at least the police are not afraid. Combining the above analysis, Krieg found that the one that best fits his speculation was the pterosaur.

This is a scam!

There have been more than a dozen missing persons cases. If the offender was large in size, it would have been discovered long ago. Krieg estimated various possibilities, but there was always one thing that didn't match.

Krieg scratched his head in annoyance, the cheese in his mouth crunching. Could it be that these missing people had walked out on their own?!

If you walk out by yourself, you won't leave any traces.

Krieg was stunned. This bold idea was totally right.

Chapter 124 Life Security

Under what circumstances would a person walk into the wilderness on their own and then disappear? Krieg actually knew. He had just seen this ability. This was the puppetry used by Sekiro.

Even in this world, if someone is possessed by a plant they have encountered, and the plant controls the body and sneaks away, it may also cause a missing person case. But no matter what, unless the missing people were fed to pigs or thrown into a factory, there must be a corpse, even if it is just an empty shell.

The body, Krieg recalled the file, there was no mention of it at all. If the file had not been covered up by someone, considering the difficulty of finding the body even with the police force of London, Krieg would have no chance of finding it.

Where will it be?

Krieg was very concerned about this matter. His idle life could not be threatened by such danger, especially the danger at his doorstep.

A disappearance, a disappearance, and one with supernatural elements. Krieg tapped the table with his index finger, attracting the falcon's attention. Krieg grasped its wings, and its cool body eased his anxiety a little.

No, I have to find a legitimate identity to intervene in this matter.

The easiest way to find someone was as a private investigator. However, in 19th-century Britain, private investigators' primary focus wasn't like Sherlock Holmes's, but rather romances and locating people. Putting aside Krieger's laziness, just the reputation he'd built as a private investigator would have put him in danger long ago. But if he'd announced himself as a paranormal detective from the outset, regardless of how many of the people who came to him were genuine, Scotland Yard would have been in for a personal meeting with him if he made even the slightest move.

The same goes for reporters. For Krieg, who can sneak into the police station, both official and private intelligence are not difficult to obtain. Moreover, when it comes to interviews, he can just use money to pave the way and there is no need to tie himself to a job.

Krieger crossed out the immature identities one by one. After crossing out more than a dozen, he finally had a usable identity left.

Psychic enthusiast.

This identity does not require any prerequisite skills, nor does it require any well-organized identity. As long as you join in, there will always be some useful true and false information. The most important thing is all kinds of novel speculations. Even if there is no real news in the circle of enthusiasts, Krieg can also reveal some openly, and then verify his ideas with the advantage of numbers.

In this somewhat strange world, there are definitely not many people who can become paranormal enthusiasts. Due to the rise of the bourgeoisie, most people are still worrying about tomorrow's dinner. Those who are willing to consider mysticism are either bored and looking for excitement, or they really have some opinions on paranormal events. Either way, they can provide considerable help to Krieg.

Let's do this tomorrow, we have other things to do today.

Krieg took out a torn case from the clothes he took off. He was very interested in who the father of the bald gangster was, so he looked for it on purpose.

It's rare to find such a arrogant gangster. Although the bald gangster died only two days ago in this world, the death of three people and a hollowed-out corpse at once was a breakthrough for Scotland Yard, which was already on edge because of the Ripper. Their efficiency was really good, and they managed to let Krieg find the information.

The Soluscher gang is located in South London. It is a relatively small gang. The police department can only confirm that it has seventeen members. The leader is a mixed-race man named Ulysses. Of course, the Soluscher gang now has only fourteen members.

It is worth noting that the bald gangster is the one who recognized his father, and his real father has long been unknown. If he is not the child of a prostitute, how could a good family let the child live a life of uncertainty? The wealth and crime in London coexist, and the two are happily running forward hand in hand.

Every year, one-four hundredth of the volume of gold is worn away; this is what's called loss. This loss amounts to one million tons per year. These one million tons of gold turn to dust, drifting away, becoming atoms light enough to be breathed in and out. This inhalation weighs like a heavy burden on the conscience, and it also chemically affects the soul, turning the rich into arrogance and the poor into cruelty. French writer Victor Hugo wrote this in 1863. Although it's just artistic speculation, this famous quote will likely be used until the end of humanity.

Only when you are in this era do you realize how worthless human life is. Poverty is spreading like an infectious disease. The East India Company's huge profits are devouring small merchants and prompting the emergence of monopoly organizations.

It was not until the victory of the October Revolution that the Soviet regime began to implement the eight-hour workday in 1917. In that era, it was quite common for workers to work themselves to death. Unrestrained capital was exploiting everyone, and even the capitalists themselves became the personification of capital. If wealth could not be increased, capital would abandon these glamorous rich men and women in the next second and turn to other people who could provide greater profits. As for the original rich people, they could only die. There was no such thing as bankruptcy protection in that era.

Scotland Yard will also give preferential treatment to rich taxpayers, and who cares about the dead in the slums? But for Krieg, this is a very favorable situation.