Miss Heber is fighting her way out of the Lostbelt!

Just hearing the thunder made Li Xi's limbs feel numb for no reason.

"What is that?" she asked the mountain people who led the way as if she were facing a great enemy.

"That's the snoring of the Ghost King." The mountain man covered his ears with his hands and replied loudly.

Li Xi swallowed.

The mountain man took a deep breath and shouted, "Kintaro, get up!"

The thunder rolling down from the top of the mountain gradually subsided.

Under the cherry tree, a tall man with messy blond hair opened his eyes and sneezed violently.

On the side of the mountain path, in front of the vermilion torii.

Li Xi and the mountain people saw an extremely tall figure appear from the lush shadows of the trees.

Image: "Sakata Kintoki", Location: "Images/1739980149-100425178-112990817.jpg"

He was dressed in the attire of a warrior from the Heian period and carried a huge golden axe on his shoulder.

His messy blond hair was like a bush, and two golden-red horns on his forehead stretched out unruly from the messy hair.

Sakata Kintoki, the Demon King of Mt. Ogi, is a pure-blooded demon who has survived for a thousand years.

Li Xi's gaze fell on the Ghost King's chest.

There hung a completely faded amulet.

She wordlessly raised her arm, also revealing the amulet hanging from her wrist.

Sakata Kintoki's eyes, which were still a little sleepy, widened in an instant, and he put down the axe on his shoulder.

"Wait here for a moment," Sakata Kintoki said to the mountain people, "I want to catch up with this little raccoon."

......

After passing two clusters of blooming nameless wild flowers, the mountain man's figure instantly disappeared from Li Xi's sight.

The Ghost King sat down cross-legged in the open space carelessly, but even so, he still looked taller than the standing Li Xi.

"Go ahead, little demon raccoon." The Ghost King snorted and laughed, "You even took out the amulet, I have to hear what you have to say."

"Tamamonomae's ghost still wanders the world. She has probably taken on a new body."

Incarnation, also known as possession, means "obtaining a material body."

Li Xi spoke tentatively, and when he saw that the Ghost King's expression remained unchanged, he continued, "I would like to ask you to help me free Tamamonomae's spirit—"

Before the fox demon could finish his words, a fierce shadow of death suddenly surged into his heart.

As soon as Li Xi's hand pressed on the hilt of the sword, the violent and turbulent airflow blew her body backwards.

The Ghost King was still sitting on the ground, his right hand even casually resting on his knee, while his left arm was stretched out forward.

Sakata Kintoki's palm was slightly bent, as if he was pushing something.

A push.

The Demon King's palm was only five centimeters away from Li Xi's forehead, but the storm it created almost blew her thoughts into chaos.

The frightened demon fox fell to the ground, and the voice of the Ghost King sounded deep in his ears.

"You ignorant fools, don't use your self-righteous cleverness to speculate on Tamamonomae's wisdom... because if you do, you will make me angry."

The Ghost King slowly withdrew his hand.

Li Xi had no doubt that if the push just now had hit him, he would have turned into a pool of flying flesh.

Sakata Kintoki didn't even look at her, but stood up on his own: "For the sake of that amulet, I won't kill you... Go away, don't force me to really do it."

Yao Li's face flushed red as she realized that the Ghost King was not joking but was making a serious statement.

Having said that, Li Xi left in a bad mood, while the Ghost King kept shaking his head: "Damn it, does this demon raccoon think that Tamamonomae is harming them? How self-righteous, and how ignorant..."

The Ghost King was still sighing when the gray-haired mountain man walked in.

Sakata Kintoki squinted his eyes and looked at him, then burst into laughter: "You are Tashiro from the Toyokawa family, right?"

The old man just smiled bitterly: "Tashiro was my uncle, he passed away five years ago. My name is Toyokawa Ryunosuke."

"Ah... what a hassle." Sakata Kintoki regained his composure. "After all, life is short for mortals."

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Eastern Kingdom Volume 111: Bombardment of Mount Oga

"Master Ghost King, the time has come for Mount Yuga to once again approach the world."

Ryunosuke, with half-white hair, whispered, "It's only been less than twenty years since the last time."

Sakata Kintoki didn't reply.

This seemingly wild and rough man has understood everything.

As a border, Mount Goga originally strictly maintained a cycle of appearing once every 120 years, but since when, this cycle has been shortening.

This means that the boundary between Mount Goga and the real world begins to blur.

Now that I think about it, that's probably why the raccoon was so anxious to ask me to take action, thinking that destroying the amulet would free it from the burden.

Unfortunately, the raccoon monsters don’t know that it is the entire environment that actually causes their deterioration and regression, and the amulets are the guarantee for maintaining their intelligence.

Sakata Kintoki saw it clearly, he just didn't bother to tell Tanuki.

Stupid people are not scary. What is scary is those who are a little clever but think they are smart.

The former is just stupid, but the latter is a clown.

Of course, both types of people will eventually pay the price for their actions.

"That demon raccoon has a bit of cleverness, but not much. I've already hinted so clearly, is she stupid enough to fight Tamamonomae's undead obsession?"

The Ghost King shook his head and stopped thinking about this question.

The clouds in the distance were slightly reddish, as if the sun was about to rise.

Sakata Kintoki placed his palm between his brows and exclaimed in amazement: "Wow, this works too? That's fucking awesome!"

The Ghost King pulled Ryunosuke's arm and said, "Hey, Ryunosuke, look, these people are using cannons to bombard Mount Oga!"

Sakata Kintoki was open-minded, but Ryunosuke was so scared that his mind went numb.

"Big, big cannon...?"

As if in response to his question, the red light in the distance grew brighter.

As a heavy roar echoed, the entire Mount Miga seemed to sway and tremble. Countless cherry blossoms fell from the treetops like a torrential rain.

The Ghost King laughed heartily: "So it is the mighty power of the Sui Emperor. It seems that the thousand-year-old Yujia Mountain will come to an end here."

......

In Toba and Fushimi, the shogunate army and the Satsuma-Choshu alliance launched fierce artillery bombardments.

Among them, the Satsuma-Choshu Alliance had 600 cannons from Zhendan and the United Federation. Each new cannon was cast strictly in accordance with the regulations of Tiansui, so when they fired, the intense firepower could have a huge impact.

The shogunate army had slightly fewer artillery pieces, just over 450. Two hundred of these came from China, while the remainder were the latest artillery pieces borrowed from the Albion embassy and the Gallic legation, facilitated by Inari Taisha. Despite their smaller numbers, their firepower was no less than that of the anti-shogunate forces.

The artillery on both sides was fully focused and poured firepower on the main battlefield.

Under the cover of artillery fire, the main forces of both sides began to shoot at each other with muskets. When they got close to a certain distance, they started the most bloody hand-to-hand combat.

"Hey! Hey! Roar!"

The Satsuma clan's sword-drawing team marched out in unison, their eyes sharp as they raised their long swords high above their heads and then swung them diagonally downwards.

The swordsmanship of the Shixian Style played a huge role at this time. There was not much room for testing on the battlefield, and both sides were pursuing a fatal blow.

No one could stay in front of the sword-drawing team for even a second. When the forest of sword lights began to sweep across, anything that stood in the way of the wave would be chopped to pieces.

After the priest's prayer, Scarf-father's blessing is taking effect on the Basho Corps.

Their attack speed was extremely fast. In an instant, they broke through two lines of defense and were about to break through the front battlefield.

At the critical moment, a gunshot was heard from the shogunate army.

"Everyone in the Shinsengumi!" Hijikata Toshizo rushed towards the line of the Basho Corps, sword in left hand and spear in right hand, "Follow me!"

Behind him, the Shinsengumi's flag with the word "sincerity" was flying high, and hundreds of fully armed Shinsengumi members charged fearlessly and fought a desperate battle with the Satsuma clan's batatsu-tai.

The Satsuma clan's attack came to a standstill, but on the other side, Kondo Isami was also engaged in a tough battle in front of the Choshu clan's position.

The strategies of Takasugi Shinsaku and Sakamoto Ryoma took effect almost at the same time - both sides chose to use the battō corps, which were good at hand-to-hand combat, to break through the opponent's position from the side when the main forces were facing each other head-on.

In order to deal with the opponent's sword-drawing team, both sides placed another team that was good at hand-to-hand combat inside the position.

Okita Souji stood beside Heber, staring at the stalemate.

Heber said softly, "Ms. Okita, let me confirm again, do you really want to join the battle at this time, even if the price of doing so is to exhaust the lifespan I have worked so hard to extend for you?"

Okita Souji gripped the hilt of his sword: "Ms. Tamamo didn't bring me here just to let Souji sit by and watch."

"But I'm really sorry for all the effort Miss Tamamo has put into me..." The female swordsman bowed apologetically.

Heber said nothing, but just spread his fingers and put them to the young swordsman's lips.

The golden blood exudes an indescribable temptation, and Okita Souji feels that the demonic side of himself is clamoring.

"In the past, I gave Miss Okita diluted blood to drink, which can be used to relieve the hungry and thirsty nature of ghosts."

The fox demon's voice was steady: "But Miss Okita is about to go into battle. I can't just watch you die of illness or lose your mind and turn into an Asura on the battlefield."

Okita Souji took a deep breath, and the next moment, she opened her mouth and took the fox's finger into her mouth.

The swordswoman's tongue lightly brushed across Heber's fingertips, swallowing the sweet and fishy golden blood into her stomach.

A warm feeling flowed through the young swordsman's body.

Heber pulled out his fingers, and there was a strange crystal on the fingertips.

Okita Souji subconsciously wanted to continue, but she immediately curbed her desire.

She pulled out the Kikuichimonji Norimune—not a replica, but the authentic one from the shogunate's collection.

A flash of sword light pierced into the battlefield.

......

The Choshu clan's defense line was broken in an instant.

The root cause lay in a swirling sword light that crisscrossed the battlefield. Whether it was the Shixian-ryu or any other school, no one could withstand even a single breath before that sword light. Even Kondo Isami felt a chill in his spine.

In just half a year, Okita Souji's swordsmanship became increasingly profound, elegant and unpredictable.

Originally, Kondo Isami could still grasp the edge of Okita Souji's swordsmanship, but now, he finds that he can no longer understand it.

The sword light was always able to turn at unexpected angles, piercing through the unprotected vital points of each enemy with the slightest force; the seemingly unnecessary fancy movements actually happened to avoid the shooting of the muskets, and every pause to catch one's breath was to stay in a safe area where no enemy would appear in the short term.

The war also seems to favor Okita Souji.

As her life was coming to an end, the brilliance of the secret sword became more and more dazzling.

"Well, Okita, go and continue pursuing the path of the unrivaled swordsman for a thousand years!"

Kondo Isami howled wildly, beheading an enemy soldier who was about to launch a sneak attack with his sword: "And I just need to keep killing the enemies who want to block our path to the new world!"

The sword light disappeared from Kondo Isami's sight, and she wantonly reaped all the lives within her sight on the battlefield.

Perhaps he was an ordinary lower-ranking samurai, or perhaps a noble samurai... In any case, Okita Souji displayed his swordsmanship as he pleased.

Her posture became more and more graceful, and it didn't seem like she was killing, but dancing.

Okita Souji has reached the level of a swordsman.

In the Choshu clan's camp, Takasugi Shinsaku stared coldly at the fluttering sword light and counted down in his heart.

"three."

In the Shogunate army's camp, Heber put his hands in his sleeves and moved his lips.

"Ms. Okita, retreat five hundred meters."

The sword light broke away from the Choshu clan's position without any warning and pierced through the line again in the opposite direction.

"one!"