Miss Heber is fighting her way out of the Lostbelt!

Amid Takasugi Shinsaku's roar, a mountain surrounded by clouds, cherry trees, bushes and strange rocks suddenly rose from the ground. It was like a whirlpool with huge attraction, sucking in all the people around it.

Takasugi Shinsaku laughed out loud: "Gogayama, here I come!"

He jumped into the mountain without any resistance, and the artillery position behind him was also swallowed up by Mount Yuga.

"I'll leave this to you," Heber calmly instructed Sakamoto Ryoma, "eradicate all evil and leave no trace."

"As you command." Sakamoto Ryoma nodded gently. "I wish you good luck in your military career."

Hebe waved his hand and walked into Yugayama.

Almost at the same time, the moment her figure disappeared from the battlefield, Okita Souji also rushed over from the other side.

"Where is Miss Tamamo?" Even after experiencing the brutal killing, the famous sword in Okita Souji's hand still shone brightly.

Sakamoto Ryoma told the truth.

Souji Okita curled his lips, then rushed into Mount Gochi without saying a word.

Image: "Okita Souji", Location: "Images/1739980469-100425178-112990842.jpg"

P.S. Just a joke, I haven’t drawn Ms. Okita yet.

Eastern Kingdom Volume 112: The Ghost King is always rough but delicate

"Hey, Ryunosuke."

"Master Ghost King, I'm here."

"There's a back entrance to Mount Miga, which is the dry well at the end of the village. The exit is at Inari Taisha Shrine." Standing in front of a path covered in blooming mountain flowers, the Ghost King spoke to the old man beside him, "Take your children and go—tell everyone in the village to leave, don't leave anyone behind."

Ryunosuke smiled and said, "Do you even need to tell me that? I already had Saburo take Sadaharu and the others away. Now, the old man is probably the only one left in the village."

"...It's up to you." The Ghost King curled his lips, "Is Sadaji your grandson?"

"Yes, this kid has never been a good student since he was young. He never reads books and only wants to be a businessman." Toyokawa Ryunosuke shook his head and sat down like the Ghost King. "I can't control it either. Let him be!"

Sakata Kintoki laughed heartily: "You Toyokawa family all have this problem, so stubborn!"

"Thanks to Lord Ghost King's words and deeds." Ryunosuke replied with a smile.

Sakata Kintoki rolled his eyes.

There are shadowy figures at the foot of the mountain.

The rumbling sound of cannons was heard.

Ryunosuke's hands on his knees instantly tensed.

The Ghost King patted his shoulder and waved his thumb back: "You go to the back."

The old man just shook his head stubbornly.

Sakata Kintoki opened his mouth to curse, but when he saw the old man's face, he closed his mouth in disappointment.

He stood up, walked down two steps, and sat in front of Ryunosuke.

The old man tried his best to open his eyes wide, but tears gradually filled his eyes.

Sakata Kintoki had just sat down for a few breaths when the sound of artillery fire approached the foot of the mountain, and the sword-drawing troops of the Satsuma-Choshu Alliance began to re-form their ranks.

Takasugi Shinsaku was standing behind the members of the Battōtai, looking at Sakata Kintoki across the blooming mountain flowers.

"Your Excellency must be the Demon King of Mount Yuga."

Takasugi Shinsaku said loudly, "The demons were exterminated by the Shogun a thousand years ago. Now the Shogun has not been seen for hundreds of years. The shogunate is corrupt and crumbling. Why don't you join me in overthrowing the shogunate? Reproducing the demons in a new era would be a wonderful story."

"You're such an idiot." Sakata Kintoki started cursing.

Takasugi Shinsaku's smile froze on his face.

The Ghost King stood up slowly, his voice rolling down.

"You talk about overthrowing the shogunate, but you're doing the work of a nobleman. You're asking me to make the ghost tribe great again. You're even more perverse than the shogunate."

Sakata Kintoki raised the golden axe.

"If you want to fight, do it now. I don't want to waste time talking to you."

The smile on Takasugi Shinsaku's face disappeared, and he looked at the Ghost King with cold eyes: "If that's the case, then we will step over your body and seize the secret treasure of Mount Michi."

"You know a lot." Sakata Kintoki raised his eyebrows. "It seems the federals have really made a big bet on you."

Takasugi Shinsaku fell silent. He realized that Sakata Kintoki didn't look like a naive, unsophisticated man who had lived in the mountains for thousands of years. This ghost king might seem crude, but he was actually a man of great wisdom, his understanding of the outside world advancing with the times.

The sword-drawing team advanced silently, six of them moving forward in a row, approaching the Ghost King step by step like fearless machines.

Before joining the war, they had already taken secret medicine from the Tosa Domain, transforming themselves into killing machines that were tireless, pain-free, and unafraid of death.

Behind the sword-drawing team, Takasugi Shinsaku ordered the artillery to fire.

These artillery pieces from the United States Federation were blessed with "self-discipline". As long as they were loaded with ammunition in advance, they would be able to adjust their firing parameters and fire autonomously.

Thanks to this, one artilleryman can operate multiple artillery pieces at the same time.

And the Ghost King’s response was - push hands!

This time it was not the left hand that was just a hint, but the right hand that was filled with absolute killing intent!

Violent turbulent air roared down from the top of the mountain. The silent sword-drawing team swung their swords to try to cut it open, but in the instant of contact, their arms were blown and broken.

The Ghost King walked down the mountain path, holding the golden axe high in the air. Red lightning wrapped around the blade, burning any human body it touched into charcoal without any hindrance.

Sakata Kintoki swung his arms, and the bodies of the Bashotai members flew up like rag dolls.

But Takasugi Shinsaku gave a cold smile.

Fell into a trap.

As the Ghost King charged into the battle, the members of the Sword Drawing Team rushed forward.

The long sword touched Sakata Kintoki's upper body, and the next moment, the ghost king's face changed suddenly.

Secret sword!

More than half of these members of the Sword Drawing Corps who have lost their sense of pain and fear have mastered the secret sword.

He swung the axe with all his might, and red thunder suddenly rose up, killing all the members of the team who drew their swords.

Takasugi Shinsaku just waved his hand, and the second team of swordsmen pressed forward.

The leader of the Satsuma-Choshu Alliance had a cold expression on his face. He had gathered all the famous swordsmen from the two major clans together, and tried to persuade them with either reason or emotion, or by using threats and inducements, just to capture Mt. Oga.

"The ambassador of the United Federation claims that within Mount Uchiyama lies a secret treasure capable of turning the tide of war... I hope this is true."

In Takasugi Shinsaku's opinion, even the Demon King who has survived from the Heian period to the present day would not be able to survive under so many secret swords with different effects.

But to his surprise, Sakata Kintoki still had enough strength to swing his axe and summon violent thunder.

The dozen or so long swords chopped at his body, but only left two bleeding wounds - it seemed that the flesh was torn apart, but in fact, the wounds were only an inch deep.

"This is the Ghost King, this is a pure-blooded ghost!"

Takasugi Shinsaku broke out in a cold sweat. He didn't expect that the Ghost King's stats were so high that only a few secret swords could break through his defense.

"Artillery ready!"

A scarlet light was brewing at the muzzle, and scorching heat suddenly appeared along with an explosion.

The Ghost King smashed his axe to the ground, and Chi Lei forcibly grabbed the members of the sword-drawing team and blocked them in front of him.

"Run! Ryunosuke, run to the mountain!" Sakata Kintoki roared, "Don't stay here and drag me down!"

The old man shuddered, turned around suddenly and ran up the mountain.

He rolled and crawled, and only heard a huge roar coming from behind him, but other than that, no flames or shock waves passed Sakata Kintoki's side.

The Ghost King was still slowly moving forward even under the bombardment of artillery fire.

How can this be? !

This is a new type of artillery provided by the United Federation. Excessive impact can suppress all extraordinary effects!

Takasugi Shinsaku's scalp tingled: "Special Force Assault!"

He had trained "Kiheitai" (special forces) in the Choshu domain, using new muskets, artillery, and swordsmanship. These units, composed of lower-ranking samurai, were later called "the prototype of special forces." While the rumors were somewhat untrue, after receiving arms from the United States, his Kiheitai did indeed possess exceptional combat effectiveness.

The artillerymen immediately rushed out from behind the cannons that were firing autonomously. They first drew their guns and fired, then drew their swords and stood in front of Takasugi Shinsaku fearlessly.

The Ghost King simply raised his arm, and thunder gathered on the golden axe once again.

Is it true that nothing can defeat him? !

Takasugi Shinsaku gritted his teeth and stared at the Demon King intently: "I'll hold him back here, while the special forces rush past the Demon King and up the mountain!"

Even if he bombarded the Undead Ghost King, he would still be stuck here and unable to escape. How could that old man on the mountain stop the fully armed special forces?

Sakata Kintoki's pupils suddenly shrank.

The most fatal weakness was found by Takasugi Shinsaku.

No matter how powerful the Ghost King is, he is only one person. He cannot stop all the members of the Special Forces under the artillery fire!

On Yujia Mountain, the bells were ringing loudly.

Eastern Kingdom Scroll: 113 Nioh

Ryunosuke Toyokawa climbed up desperately. The mountain path was long and winding like an endless maze.

The sound of cannons, whistling sounds and shouts of killing had all faded away, blowing away from his ears like a gust of wind, leaving only the sound of heavy breathing echoing in his mind.

"Hurry! Hurry!" This was the only thought left in Ryunosuke's mind.

He knew why Sakata Kintoki kicked him away.

This was not the first time Ryunosuke had come to the depths of Mount Miga. He had been there many times before and knew that there was a Buddhist temple inside.

The temple was not originally located there. Instead, it was built here five hundred years ago by a monk named Saga. She left a golden statue in the temple and predicted that the golden statue would play a real role five hundred years later.

For five hundred years, the Ghost King and the villagers have passed down this agreement from generation to generation.

"Huchi! Huchi!"

Ryunosuke felt his temples throbbing and a faint pain deep in his brain.

He found that he was really old and useless.

The mountain steps that I could have climbed in one breath in the past now require me to gasp for breath after taking even two steps.

But he couldn't stop, he couldn't stop. The old man suppressed his anxiety and continued to climb, but in the next moment, his legs suddenly lost consciousness.

'Oh no!' Ryunosuke only had time to think this before he tripped over the stairs.

He tried his best to protect his face with his arms, but his chest was still stuffy from the steps.

The most important thing is that his legs were cramping.

He couldn't climb any more, but he still had at least five minutes to go to reach the top of the mountain.

Ryunosuke lay on the steps in despair, and at this moment, he heard a rustling sound coming from the side, and Tanuki, covered with grass leaves, walked out of the bushes.

"Oh." Yaoli was also stunned when she saw the old mountain man who showed her the way.

She had deliberately chosen not to go down the mountain path in order to avoid the Ghost King. By some coincidence, she did not meet other people. However, she did not expect to end up back at the mountain path, even further away from the exit.

Before Tanuki could speak, a look of hope appeared in Ryunosuke's eyes.

"Guest, please follow this road up the mountain quickly! There is a Buddhist temple at the end of this road. Inside the temple is a golden statue of Myoko covered with a red cloth. All you have to do is uncover the red cloth!" Ryunosuke almost begged.

Li Xi looked at the old man, but finally did not say no.

The raccoon demon ran towards the mountain without looking back.

She was very fast and reached the top of the mountain in an instant, and saw the Buddhist temple behind the cherry tree.

The door of the Buddhist hall was open, a cushion was placed on the ground, and a golden statue covered with red cloth was standing on the altar.

Li Xi didn't have time to think about it, he rushed into the Buddhist hall, stretched out his hand to grab the red cloth and pulled it off!

Under the red cloth is a standing statue of Mingwang holding a golden axe, which looks 50% similar to the Ghost King.

At the moment when the fox demon tore off the red cloth, a bell suddenly rang in her ears, making her stand there in a daze.

The sound of bells rolled in from the mountain. Ryunosuke, who was desperately pressing his calf, was stunned and the pain in his body seemed to dull.