Hero? I'm just here to borrow power!

A young man dressed in magnificent samurai attire appeared there at some unknown time. He wore an eerie and sickly smile, and his eyes, which should have been as pure as the sky, were now burning with crimson flames.

Black Moon Tide: Chapter 132 Dream Eater

The ultimate flash of blade light represents ultimate speed.

As an "Emperor," Genjiro, who possessed the forbidden bloodline purification potion of the Oni Clan, was far stronger than her brother, Genjiro.

The long sword in Minamoto no Chiyome's hand is called "Onimaru Kunitsuna," which is one of the Five Great Swords of Japan, on par with "Dojigiri Yasutsuna."

Its name "Onimaru" comes from a dream of the blacksmith Hojo Tokimasa, in which he used this sword to cut off the head of the evil spirit that haunted him. After that, the nightmare disappeared, hence the name "Onimaru".

The fact that the "Dragon King," a member of the Fierce Demon Clan, is himself an extremely evil demon, makes it all the more ironic that he wields this weapon.

Nevertheless, this longsword was, after all, a true alchemical weapon, a renowned sword passed down for a thousand years by the Japanese mixed-race people. The strike that Minamoto no Chiki unleashed at this moment possessed terrifying power capable of cleaving buildings in two and splitting gold and stone.

But the white night was even faster than the flash of the blade.

Before the crimson blade of light, carrying extreme killing intent and almost capable of severing time, arrived, Bai Ye had already reached out his hand and, with lightning speed, grabbed at the blade of light.

In an instant, dazzling sparks burst forth like festive fireworks.

That famous sword, which should have been admired in a museum and carried a thousand years of history, uttered a mournful cry of unbearable weight when it came into contact with Bai Ye's palm, which was covered in green armor, and then shattered into pieces.

The intense, fleeting flames illuminated the face of Genji... no, it should be said that of Kazama Ruri, a beautiful face etched with morbidity and madness.

It was a face that was highly similar to his brother, Yuan Zhisheng, yet completely different. The features were equally sharp, but also carried a touch of feminine softness and eeriness.

"Just as the King said, Mr. Kamishiro Byakuya is a monster comparable to a humanoid dragon king."

Kazama Ruri saw the long sword in her hand turn into fragments, but instead of being afraid, she laughed.

A smile of extreme pleasure, even a hint of madness, spread across that beautiful face. "Before you appeared, I had never felt any fear from that guy, Wang Jiang."

With a series of crackling sounds like popping beans, Kazama Ruri's body instantly transformed, entering the same "Dragon Bone State" as Genji had before. White bone spurs pierced through his magnificent samurai outfit, growing out menacingly. At this moment, he was entering a Dragon Bone State similar to what Xia Mi had experienced in the deep sea.

After his attack failed, he decisively entered the Dragon Bone state to enhance his power. Then, his figure retreated swiftly like a ghost. Under the suppression of the remaining army artillery fire around him, Bai Ye did not prioritize dealing with this slippery opponent. Instead, several high-speed rotating dark green energy wheels instantly appeared in his hand.

He casually tossed them out like frisbees, and as those luminous wheels drew deadly yet beautiful arcs in the air, the remaining tank turrets and infantry armored vehicles of the Japanese army were silently cut off and annihilated, like butter being sliced ​​by a hot knife.

Amidst the ruins ravaged by artillery fire and ablaze with flames, Bai Ye finally turned his gaze back to Kazama Ruri, who was slowly straightening up.

Their gazes clashed through Bai Ye's cold eye armor.

Despite the silence, Kazama Ruri clearly sensed the profound meaning contained in that green gaze.

"The next blow will kill me."

Kazama Ruri murmured the meaning in Byakuya's eyes.

The maniacal smile on his face gradually faded, replaced by a strange, almost compassionate calm.

"Kamishiro Byakuya-kun, he really is a gentle person."

Dressed in samurai attire, he smiled, a smile so pure and beautiful, like a painting from a ukiyo-e, carrying a poignant beauty that seemed to belong to another world.

"As a powerful hybrid, aren't you curious about what my Word of Power is?"

He began to sing softly. It was the long-lost language of the dragon race, and although every syllable was obscure and incomprehensible, it possessed a melodic beauty that could stir the soul.

In Bai Ye's gaze, he saw a semi-transparent, ripple-like domain rapidly expanding outwards from Kazama Ruri at its center.

To others, this might be an invisible attack that cannot be touched or seen, but this domain is quite vulnerable to Bai Ye, who already possesses a "game domain". Unlike the Nibelungen formed by the Dragon King, Bai Ye's game domain can instantly cover the opponent's domain.

However, Bai Ye did not act at this moment, because he felt that the moment Kazama Ruri activated her Word of Power, the surging killing intent on his body had vanished without a trace.

When Bai Ye came to her senses, she found herself in a lonely mountain town where a light drizzle was falling.

……

Meanwhile, on the other side, Genji, who had fled that place of trouble long before Byakuya killed "Tachibana Masamune" at the Snake-Headed Eight Shrine and went to his old home alone, finally arrived at his destination.

It was a long-neglected, rugged mountain road.

Genjiro, driving a black Hummer, remained expressionless, like a stone statue. The three "retainers" who always stood behind him were also silent in the tense atmosphere.

"Young Master, how come your hometown... has become so dilapidated?"

Finally, unable to bear the eerie atmosphere in the car any longer, the crow cautiously spoke.

"There was no successor... so it declined."

Yuan Zhisheng's answer was very concise, and his voice was devoid of any emotion.

"Young Master, you... you've been keeping an eye on this town all this time?" Crow chimed in, trying to ease the tension.

“Yes, this is where I grew up,” Yuan Zhisheng said softly, his gaze fixed on the familiar yet utterly unfamiliar desolate landscape outside the window. “I’ve buried a lot of things here.”

“But young master, you brought a shovel this time.”

"Because it's time to dig up what was buried before."

Yuan Zhisheng drove the car to the long-abandoned school.

He stopped his car, walked 120 steps west along the overgrown school gate, then turned south and walked 30 steps. On the empty playground, he used his shovel to draw a huge cross on the ground.

The crow and the yaksha stood solemnly beside him, but without Genji's permission, they dared not help their young master dig up what he had buried, for that would be an overstepping of authority and a probing into his past.

Only Sakura, the female ninja beside him, silently held up a flashlight for him, because as the pit was dug deeper and deeper, the light became dimmer and dimmer.

"How about it?"

After digging for a while, the crow asked somewhat nervously.

“It’s exactly the same as when I sealed this well many years ago.” Genjiro dug a deep well made of heavy cast iron.

The manhole cover was tightly bound by a thick iron chain and a huge lock. Yuan Zhisheng threw away the shovel, took out the long knife "Spider Cutter" from his waist, and with a swift stroke, cut the rusty chain in half.

"It looks like it has never been opened."

Yuan Zhisheng lifted the heavy manhole cover with one hand, his forearm muscles bulging, whether it was the manhole cover that was heavy or his long-forgotten memories that were heavy.

……

Word Spirit·Dream Tapir.

The power wielded by the White King is a spiritual element that transcends the four elements of earth, water, fire, and wind.

The White King's bloodline also inherited this trait. Kazama Ruri, the "Dragon King" of the Demon Clan, an extremely evil demon, no one would have imagined that the power of words he wielded would be such a power with no direct offensive capabilities.

The Baku is a creature originating from Japanese mythology. Legend has it that it is a friendly but timid beast that silently approaches those plagued by nightmares in the night and then gently devours their nightmares.

However, nightmares do not disappear. Even if swallowed by the dream tapir, they will only be completely released on the day the dream tapir dies. Those closest to the dream tapir will be caught up in the endless nightmares, and no one can escape.

A real dream – that is the essence of the Word Spirit Dream Eater.

Byakuya realized that he had entered Kazama Ruri's nightmare.

In this dream, he saw everything that Kazama Ruri experienced in her childhood. He saw a cowardly boy who always followed behind his older brother and longed for him; he saw an extremely evil demon whose bloodline was suddenly awakened but who was completely unable to control the violent power within him; he saw that boy go on a killing spree in his hometown town, killing girls as if in a dream.

It was a bloody, sorrowful, and nauseating dream.

In the town of my dreams, it was always raining cold rain.

And until the very end, Kazama Ruri in the dream seemed to briefly regain consciousness before being stabbed by his brother Genji with a long sword.

He reached out as if to embrace his brother, but Genjiro's cold, long sword pierced his chest without hesitation.

Even at that moment, he was still trying to reach out and hug Genjiro, and with his last bit of strength, he shouted not the roar of a demon, but, "You're back, brother."

Rather than calling it a nightmare, it was more like a suffocating, extremely sad dream.

Perhaps this power of words could have a miraculous effect on some sentimental people, but for Bai Ye, he was merely watching a tragic movie that had nothing to do with him from the perspective of an outsider.

In the final scene of the dream, the scene froze in that deep well.

Byakuya gazed at the "corpse" of Genji lying at the bottom of the well. He looked down at her, and the cold rain from his dream fell silently from above his head.

"What do you want to say?"

Bai Ye asked.

He had already deduced that the opponent's previous fighting spirit and killing intent were released to achieve a certain purpose. His fundamental purpose was to convey a certain message to him through his own words, so he coldly asked.

"Only in this dream can I feel that I am not only the crazy Kazama Ruri, but also the former Genji..."

The "corpse" in the well slowly stood up in the knee-deep rainwater.

"Perhaps it's because this is our shared nightmare."

The boy, who was both Kazama Ruri and Genji, spoke up.

“The king has a way to control me. I can’t kill him, but you can.”

The boy, Minamoto no Chizuru, whose chest was stained with blood, continued to speak in a calm tone.

"Those soldiers outside are just tools to delay you. The real king has already reached the deepest part of the Red Well. He is a ghoul. Once the demons were no longer of use, he devoured them completely as nourishment. Now he plans to devour the Japanese cabinet because he has a new ally. He is there preparing to use the power of the Yamata no Orochi to become a new god!"

"I can't stop him, but you can."

“How could a filthy ghoul like him, who only knows how to hide in the shadows, be worthy of becoming a god?” A disdainful sneer appeared on the face of the young girl, Genji.

“Once the Word of Power ends, I will revert to my original personality, Kazama Ruri. I beg you, Shindai Byakuya-kun, to show mercy. I am not afraid of death, but I... still have to settle things with my brother myself.”

As soon as the young girl, Minamoto no Chizuru, finished speaking, the entire dream world shattered like a broken mirror, turning into countless fragments. And that familiar, crimson, overwhelming killing intent once again filled Kazama Ruri's eyes.

However, this murderous intent only lasted for less than a second.

In the real world, Bai Ye reached out and gently tapped the driver at his waist.

Then, when time resumed its flow, Kazama Ruri, who had just been full of murderous intent, suddenly collapsed as if all her strength had been drained away, her eyes rolled back, and she lost consciousness instantly.

Black Moon Tide: Chapter 133 The Return of the Gods

"Hey...stop! I'm the Minister of Defense! Do you know what you're doing? This is treason! Stop right now!"

A man's fierce yet cowardly roar echoed from an underground air-raid shelter near the Japanese Diet Building.

This ultimate shelter, designed from the outset to withstand a near-field nuclear explosion, had its alloy protective door, several meters thick, kicked open with a single, nonchalant kick by a green Kamen Rider.

The hinges groaned under the strain, and the entire massive door collapsed inward, kicking up clouds of dust.

When the ground forces outside the Capitol's crackdown on White Nights failed in a near-catastrophic manner, the dignitaries who had been sitting in their command rooms issuing attack orders immediately abandoned the Capitol soldiers and fled to what they considered an absolutely safe haven.

As for the lives of those soldiers, they didn't care about them at all.

With the complete annihilation of the soldiers outside the Diet building, the Japanese cabinet's hasty and arrogant military operation against Byakuya ended in a complete defeat for the Japanese government.

Ultimately, modern military power is derived and developed based on the theory of total war between nations. All the weapons it has created are fundamentally ineffective against super-individuals like Bai Ye who possess asymmetric advantages.

Although theoretically they still have a final option, they can request assistance from the U.S. military stationed in Japan based on the U.S.-Japan Security Treaty, and their options even include authorization for the use of tactical nuclear weapons.

But how could they possibly get the U.S. military stationed in Japan to intervene when faced with the White Nights already standing in the heart of Tokyo? Could they ask them to launch a nuclear missile and raze the entire city of Tokyo, along with its tens of millions of inhabitants, to the ground?

No one expected that the battle would end so quickly, and that Japan's proud military force would be completely defeated in less than an hour.

At this moment, the white night had shattered the last line of defense of the air-raid shelter. At first, there were still dozens of bodyguards who were loyal to these ministers and tried to put up a last stand with their flesh and blood.

But at this moment, they, along with some of their loyal masters, have turned into cold corpses.

At this moment, only a few cabinet ministers remained in the air-raid shelter, paralyzed with fear and utterly incapable of resistance. By modern warfare standards, Bai Ye had essentially completed a clean and efficient "decapitation strike."

Bai Ye has won, completely won.

In just one hour, Japan was defeated by him.

At that moment, he was lifting the Minister of Defense off the ground by the neck with one hand.

As Herzog's puppet, he was the only half-blood among the crowd, making him stand out like a bonfire on a cold winter night amidst the chaos.

"Where is Herzog's true form?" Bai Ye asked calmly, his voice coming through the armor without the slightest emotional fluctuation.

"No matter who you are, Japan will never yield to your violence..."

However, before the puppet minister could finish his impassioned speech, a crisp cracking sound came from Bai Ye's hand. His neck was snapped instantly, and his head drooped down at an odd angle.

"Give me the coordinates of the Red Well."

Bai Ye tossed the puppet minister's corpse to the ground like trash, then turned his gaze to another cabinet minister who was trembling with fear and asked.

Bai Ye had anticipated that Herzog's puppet wouldn't obediently tell him the information, so after only one pointless trial interrogation, he didn't bother with further words and simply crushed it to death.

"I...I don't know, but I have permission to check. Please...please wait a moment."

Another minister saw Bai Ye throw the Minister of Defense's body on the ground like trash, and the old man's already pale face became even more bloodless.

As the Minister of Internal Affairs and Communications, although he was unaware of the top-secret "Red Well Project" directly overseen by the Japanese Prime Minister and the Minister of Defense, after saying "I don't know," he immediately changed his tune after seeing the hellish green light emanating from the eye armor of Byakuya.