Persona: Devil Summoner

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Chapter 112 Attacking Zi’s Shield with Zi’s Spear

"It can't go on like this..."

Kitagawa Yusuke muttered and tried to poke his head out of the shelter, but was forced back by a stream of ink.

Madarame didn't use any other attack mode, he just kept spraying ink. Although the color of the ink on Takamaki An's body became much lighter, it was still pitch black.

Judging from An Takamaki's condition, the ink might have a special effect that can turn other people's resistances into weaknesses.

Amamiya Lian looked around for the key to breaking the situation, but there was no way...

Bang...

In the chaos, he vaguely heard the sound of something hitting the floor. He looked in the direction of the sound and saw a bucket full of black ink in the bushes not far away. It looked like the one spit out by Madarame.

(Why is there a bucket of ink here?).

Amamiya Ren didn't think much about it and gestured to Kitagawa Yusuke, who also saw the bucket of ink and nodded. The two unexpectedly reached a consensus at this moment.

"Come out, you little brats. There's no point hiding."

Madarame smiled coldly and moved closer to where everyone was hiding.

Perhaps he was forced into a desperate situation? Suddenly, Amamiya Ren rushed out from behind the flower bed in the bunker. As soon as Madarame opened his mouth, a stream of ink sprayed over. Amamiya Ren quickly dodged to the side, supported the ground with one hand, and nimbly dodged the ink spray.

How could Madarame let him go? He quickly turned around and continued to chase. Amamiya Ren took out the pistol from his waist and pointed it at Madarame's eyes.

"! What is that! You have a gun?!"

Sure enough, no matter who they are, everyone’s understanding of guns in real life is that they are extremely powerful weapons!

Madarame instinctively closed his eyes and tried to protect himself... However, in the blink of an eye, Kitagawa Yusuke had already rushed to the bucket next to him, picked it up, and randomly pulled a bunch of branches from the flower bed next to him as a paintbrush, and poked them into the bucket.

Amamiya Ren fired several shots at Madarame. The gun in his hand was not a real gun, but a high-quality imitation toy gun. But it didn't matter whether it was real or not, as long as the other party thought it was real, it was real in the palace.

But, as for the power, it is definitely not as exaggerated as a real gun.

Madarame also noticed that the bullet that hit him wasn't that strong, and opened his eyes angrily, "How dare you use such a toy to trick me!"

However, just as he finished saying this, Kitagawa Yusuke leaped out, dipped a branch in ink in his hand, and wrote directly on Madarame's face!

"Ahhh?! What is this! My, my power?!"

Kitagawa Yusuke ignored his struggle and just used the ink pen in his hand to paint on his face! He painted his eyes, nose, and mouth all black!

"Everyone! Let's do it again! It's time for the general attack!".

Morgana summoned his persona again and took the lead in attacking!

The fierce wind blade, the swift lightning spear, the bleak ice flower, the blazing fire dance, the dance of the four elements once again attacked Madarame! However, this time his fearlessness was gone.

"Ahhhhh!!!!"

Madarame made a painful sound, and the picture frames melted into black mud. The four picture frames merged into Madarame's body again...

In the corner of the battlefield, a boy in blue clothes lowered the brim of his hat with a satisfied smile on his face. The persona of the boy next to him gradually disappeared. It was obvious that it was this boy who had just thrust the ink bucket at the right time.

"Damn it...you little brats..."

Madarame was panting heavily, with a ferocious expression on his face, looking at everyone: "Do you think this is all I can do!"

Madarame waved his arm angrily, and there was a flash of light. For a moment, a torrent of magic power emanated from Madarame's side, and four Madarame who were also wearing golden feather robes appeared beside him.

"Is this... a fake of yourself?!"

Kitagawa Yusuke glanced at him with disgust and asked back coldly.

"You vulgar people can say whatever you want!"

Together with the main body, the five madarame raised their arms together, and each of them copied four of themselves again! All of their selves were summoned together again...

This virus-like self-replication, in just a few breaths, Madarame's figure has filled the space!

"See for yourself! My divine power!".

The whole mountain was filled with Madarame's shouts. The members of the Phantom Thieves had never seen such a scene before, so they could not help but huddle together with their backs together, guarding against Madarame's attack.

"That's right, come and see my divine power!".

A young voice was heard, and all the spotted eyes looked up at the same time, and saw a black horse suddenly leaping out from the sky in the courtyard!

A knight in scarlet armor rode his horse at full speed, with Jiang Tianwei sitting behind him. The flag on his back, which looked like a Chinese opera costume, fluttered in the wind.

"?! You guy, you actually escaped!"

Madarame knew, of course, that his clone was guarding the fake secret treasure, and he also knew that they had tripped up Jiang Tianwei together, but he didn't expect that he would come out so soon?!

"Of course. Do you think a fake of a fake can trap me? Garbage should be destroyed. Mr. Madarame, let me ask you something. Are you dry garbage or wet garbage? Either way, Suzaku! Burn it to ashes!"

The scarlet divine bird let out a long roar, swooped down from the sky, and scarlet flames flew out from its wings, like a huge fire net, covering all the spots all over the mountains and fields in the range of the flames.

I thought that a palace master of Madarame's level couldn't be defeated so easily, but...

“Ahhhhhh?!”.

Wherever the flames passed, all the incarnations created by Madarame let out painful howls, and were burned into dust one by one!

"!!! How is it possible, me, my avatar..."

All the spotted eyes widened in disbelief at this scene.

"You are so stupid. Your own ability is plagiarized, it is fake. A fake of a fake, it must be even worse! Although it seems that there are a lot of them, they are just paper tigers that will fall down at the slightest touch!"

Jiang Tianwei couldn't help but laughed mockingly. Kitagawa Yusuke also looked angry and sighed: "It's too ugly, Madarame. Stop tarnishing your image!"

There were clearly tens of thousands of them, but these degraded Madarame imitations had no power at all and fell down at the first touch. They were just like the miscellaneous soldiers in Dynasty Warriors. As long as you didn't play on Shura difficulty, no matter how many of them came, they would just be food.

This is what human beings are like. Sometimes, if you tell a lie for too long, you will even believe it yourself.

Madarame has always relied on plagiarism to disguise himself as a master of art, but now he really thinks he is a great artist. It's really sad and lamentable.

When Madarame heard this, his whole body trembled with shock. Once his mind gave in, the fake replica could no longer be maintained. It all turned into black water and disappeared without a trace.

The only authentic Madarame was left, holding Sayuri's authentic one, and was about to escape, but Eliger's warhorse had already blocked his way behind him. At this time, everyone in the Phantom Thieves also approached and prevented Madarame from escaping.

"You, you don't have to come over here! I, I am also forced to do this! Yusuke, you, you are also studying painting, you should understand! The so-called art, is to burn money! Whether it is food, clothing, housing, or tuition and painting materials, you have to take care of it. Without money, there is no way to talk about art! I, I am just a victim!"

Kitagawa Yusuke said nothing and walked towards Madarame silently. He didn't want to listen to a word of his teacher's argument, nor did he want to refute a word. He just walked to his side silently and silently reached out to snatch Sayuri away.

"Yusuke, I, I beg you, I, I have raised you for more than ten years. Even if I have no credit, I have worked hard! Don't kill me, Yusuke! Don't kill me!!!"

Madarame no longer cares about his image as a master. He has been defeated and all he wants now is to survive.

"… Madarame, you have been deceiving the public with fakes all this time. At least for this finale, make a decision on the 'genuine'."

"You, you won't kill me?".

"Swear to me!!!".

Yusuke's tone was serious, and his voice was raised by several decibels. Madarame hurriedly said: "I swear, I swear! After I return to my original form, I will admit everything! Don't, don't kill me..."

Looking at Madarame's fawning look, Kitagawa Yusuke could only snort disdainfully and turned away.

"You, you won't kill me? Ah, ah... It seems that you and that guy in black are not the same kind of people?"

"Black clothes? Are you trying to be mysterious again?"

Kitagawa Yusuke narrowed his eyes in displeasure and glanced coldly at Madarame...

"No, I don't dare... It seems that you are not in the same group... Yusuke... I, I understand, I will make a good decision..."

Kitagawa Yusuke stopped talking and turned away silently. The entire art gallery shook violently, because the secret treasure had been stolen and the owner of the palace had returned to his original form, so the palace was about to collapse...

Morgana turned into a car, and everyone quickly got on board. Amidst the shaking of the sky and the earth, the cat car sped along, leaving a trail of dust in the dust...

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Chapter 113 The dust has settled

"Everyone... Today, I want to confess something to you..."

On this day, all TV stations in Japan were competing to broadcast the same scene.

In the picture, an old man with white hair and beard is crying loudly with tears streaming down his face, like a child.

This man is a very important person in Japan. Even if you don't know anything about art, you have heard of his name. For those who love art, this old man is a real Japanese star. Many Japanese people place their hopes on him, hoping that he can lead Japanese painting out of Japan, into the world, and become a world-famous art form...

As a result, the great painter who had placed all his hopes on art, Madarame Ikryusai, was now crying bitterly, talking about the dirty things he had done... plagiarizing ideas, deceiving superiors and subordinates, copying and forging for profit, and ruining the artistic career of many of his disciples... Some of his disciples even died because of this...

On the screen, he was being pointed at by many microphones... He liked to equate art with performance. If this theory was followed, Madarame would indeed be a great artist. How ironic.

Comments about Madarame can be heard everywhere in the streets and alleys:

"Phantom Thieves? What is that? Never heard of it?"

"Who is that old man? So funny~".

"Master Madarame! How, how could it be plagiarism... I, I can't accept it..."

"Could it be that you were threatened?"

"What is a Phantom Thief? Isn't it just a thief?"

Different people, based on their different identities, gave different comments. Everyone was either crying or laughing, using Madarame's huge scandal as a social tool. Everyone was discussing and happily spending their leisure time.

After school today, Jiang Tianwei made a special trip to Shinjuku just to see Madarame's ugly face on the huge projection screen on the top of the high-rise building in the bustling district.

He held a bottle of freshly bought cooler in his hand and drank it swiftly.

"It feels so good."

I don't know if he meant the refreshing feeling of the sweet drink going down the throat and spreading throughout the body, or the refreshing feeling of the ugly face of Madarame on TV.

"It's very refreshing. It's really refreshing to see the hypocritical adults exposed with my own eyes."

Suddenly, a voice came from Jiang Tianwei.

Looking back, it was Bai Zhongzhidou.

This mysterious detective, also wearing a blue beret and a blue jacket today, was leaning next to the vending machine, holding a cup of freshly bought tea in his hand.

"Hey, detective, are you taking a break?"

Jiang Tianwei asked casually.

"Well, what about you? Are you taking a break too?"

"Ah, it's time to go home from school."

"No, I mean, are you also taking a break from your job as a Phantom Thief?"

"...What? Why are you suddenly talking about the Phantom Thief?"

If it were an ordinary person, or Jiang Tianwei at an earlier time, he would definitely be panicked and exposed. But now, he can perfectly control his emotions. How does a lie detector work? It is nothing more than observing the various physiological indicators of the person being tested to see if there is a big difference from the normal reaction.

Jiang Tianwei was confident that there was nothing wrong with his performance just now.

"No need to pretend."

Bai Zhongzhidou took out a cowhide envelope from his pocket with two fingers. Jiang Tianwei took it and opened it curiously... There was a thick stack of photos inside.

There are photos of Jiang Tianwei going to Madarame's house late at night and then gradually disappearing at the door of Madarame's house. There are photos of the Phantom Thieves gathering together, and there are photos of everyone fighting in the palace wearing Phantom Thief costumes. There are even photos of Madarame...

There is no doubt that these things are the perfect evidence to prove the true identity of the Phantom Thieves.

"What should I call you? Mr. Jiang? Phantom Thief actor?"

"..."

In just a moment, countless possibilities flashed through Jiang Tianwei's mind... After a brief thought, he said calmly: "You didn't report me right away, which means you are ready to make a deal with me, right? Let's talk in the alley over there, there's no one there."

Bai Zhong Zhidou nodded and said, "That's true."

Although the streets of Shinjuku were busy with people and traffic at this time, everyone's attention was focused on the confession on the big screen, and no one noticed that the two people walked into an unobserved alley.

As soon as the two of them stepped in, Jiang Tianwei reached out quickly, grabbed Bai Zhongzhidou by the collar, and pushed him against the wall. Then, he went around behind Zhidou, blocking the entrance to the alley, leaving him no way to escape.

Perhaps having guessed this possibility, Bai Zhong Zhidou looked calm and not surprised.

"Why, is this how you, the Phantom Thieves, treat guests?"

"That depends on whether you are a guest or not."