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Then they were hacked to pieces by Hirako, who was enraged at being disturbed from admiring Harunobu's heroic figure; even if Harunobu hadn't made a move, these guys still wouldn't have been able to do anything to "Susanoo-no-Mikoto". Having reached the level of Menkyo Kaiden, coupled with the Wind-Controlling Sword Technique, dealing with these mages who had to cast spells, while not easily breaking through the encirclement, would certainly not be a problem for self-preservation.

Therefore, Hira Yukiko, who was ganged up on by the strongest, was unharmed. On the contrary, Fujiwara Kaguya, who was not originally the target, was injured because her defensive magic artifact was broken due to her weakness, which then disturbed Hira Harunobu.

There's not much to say after that; Qingxin, who was already having a great time and was fully warming up, suddenly went berserk; his Wind-Riding Sword Technique unleashed terrifying power, directly slaying all the divine heirs who had come this time.

The only survivor was Sadako Ōtake, a prisoner captured by Hirako. The thoughtful Hirako helped Harunobu gather monsters while keeping two tongues for him.

"...Finally, the dragon's servant suddenly went berserk and used a strange, powerful spell."

After Lancelot finished speaking, he bowed his head anxiously, awaiting his lord's judgment. King Arthur, on the other hand, had already turned his gaze towards Akino Village, a hint of doubt flashing in his eyes.

Ping Qingxin's aura of a demonic dragon was truly intense, not to mention the woman beside him who possessed the bloodline of Vortigern, making her inextricably linked to that demonic dragon. However, after their exchange, she couldn't detect any dragon-blooded or dragon-speaker abilities in Ping Qingxin—except for his astonishing physique.

But to be honest, it's not only dragon descendants who can have such powerful bodies. This country also seems to have its own unique monsters, such as those called demons.

Moreover, even if the Dragon Speaker has a close relationship with his dragon lord and can be a little unrestrained, calling himself the "Dragon Slayer" is going too far. King Arthur might be somewhat displeased, let alone Vortigern, that ill-tempered dragon.

"Looks like I need to investigate. If that guy really killed the dragon Vortigern, there must have been some news about it," King Arthur muttered to himself. "And such a powerful knight couldn't possibly be unknown in this remote little country."

King Arthur shook his head slightly and looked at the Knights of the Round Table: "My lords, since we have been deceived this time, and the other party is suspected to be a servant of a dragon, then let us only carry out half the punishment; each of you shall receive one hundred strokes of the naked whip and punish each other."

The Knights of the Round Table finally felt relieved and nodded with joy: "Your will, my king!"

Although they were to be whipped a hundred times by their fellow knights, they were already incredibly grateful to have avoided being stripped of their title as Knights of the Round Table.

Then King Arthur continued, “After you have been punished, go and gather information about Ping Qingxin; if he is not a servant of the dragon…”

The Knight King frowned, momentarily at a loss for words. After all, if Hiraharu wasn't a servant of the dragon, then she had undoubtedly violated the code of chivalry and deserved punishment. Although theoretically no one could punish her, the Knight King, she herself wouldn't deliberately evade her mistakes… However, as the "perfect Knight King," she had never experienced making such a mistake before.

Even if she consented, no one could punish her, and it was unknown what level of punishment would be enough to atone for her sins.

With a flicker in his eyes, the Knight King came up with a flimsy solution—perhaps he could seek punishment from the victim himself?

Of course, this is on the premise that Hiraharunobu is indeed not a servant of the dragon.

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Chapter 392: The Intelligence Immortal

In the stream beside Akino Village, Harunobu, having just washed away the blood, stood up, took the towel handed to him by Hirako, and dried himself. Of course, even Hirako wouldn't carry a towel with her; it was found in the ruins of Akino Village, along with many rotting corpses.

These are certainly not the corpses of the gods' descendants. Haruno's power is based on wind, not poison, so they wouldn't decompose so quickly. Therefore, there is only one answer left—these are the corpses of local villagers from Akino Village.

"It seems I underestimated how inhuman your Tongxin Society is. You're so skilled at massacring entire villages."

After dressing in the clothes that Yakumo Kurenai had dried with foxfire, Harunobu squatted down in front of Ootake Sadako. This high-ranking priest, who had seemed quite imposing at first glance and whose pampered lifestyle was immediately apparent, was now in a terrible state; his rare and precious magical robes were tattered, his white hair was disheveled like a bird's nest, his old face was bloodless, and his eyes were filled with a deep sense of twilight, making him look no different from a dead man.

But faced with Qingxin's mockery, she suddenly became agitated; her lifeless eyes bulged, blood streaming down her cheeks; her bound hands struggled to grab Qingxin, but without magical aids, the old woman couldn't break free of the thick ropes; the only thing she could move was her lips and tongue, which were now bursting out with a sharp scream: "Pacify Qingxin! Pacify! Qing! Xin! Pacify—Qing! Xin!"

The futile struggle continued for a while, and Harunobu didn't interrupt her, letting her rage on. Finally, she calmed down on her own, her gaze, which had shifted from madness to exhaustion, falling on Harunobu's face. A bitter voice squeezed out from her hoarse throat: "What kind of monster are you, Taira Harunobu? A mere samurai, a samurai without any magic power, how could you possibly perform such a miracle that only a god could do—"

“That’s none of your business,” Qingxin said coldly. “If you want to die more comfortably and cleanly, tell me everything you know.”

Now that the pretense of civility has been completely broken, Harunobu will certainly not allow Ōtake Sadako to continue living; whether she reveals information today or not, Harunobu is going to kill her.

"Hehe...cough cough cough!" Da Wu Zhenzi laughed twice, aggravating the injury left by the interrupted spell, and coughed up a mouthful of blood; but she casually wiped the corner of her mouth as if she didn't care, and said in a weak voice: "I will tell you everything I want to know, but I want to know how you are so sure that I am related to the Tongxin Society? My son's soul should have been shattered, you shouldn't have any clues."

Because I took 50 study points when I killed your son—this was something I definitely couldn't tell Sadako Ootake, so Harunobu just shook his head.

“Alright, alright…” Ōtake Sadako sighed. “What do you want to know, Hiraharu Nobu? Ask quickly.”

Without hesitation, Qingxin asked, "Where is the headquarters of the Tongxin Society?"

“In Osaka,” Sadako Otake said with a smile. “This city is their stronghold, and everyone there is affiliated with the Tongxin Society.”

Upon hearing Sadako Ōtake's answer, Kaguya Fujiwara felt a chill run down her spine;

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Even if it were Harunobu, fighting against the entire population of Osaka... she didn't doubt Harunobu's ability to win, but could Harunobu really bring himself to massacre the city?

However, unlike the cute little cowboy, Qingxin was not buying into this alarmist talk; he went straight to the point: "What I want are the positions of leader and cadres of the Tongxin Society, not their sphere of influence."

Fujiwara Kaguya let out a soft "uh," only then realizing that they didn't actually need to kill everyone involved; she had simply been tricked by Ootake Sadako. This made the usually self-proclaimed clever and quick-witted Kaguya blush with embarrassment and anger, and she pulled the trigger of her pistol.

Amidst the clicking of the mechanical latches, Da Wu Zhenzi let out another hoarse laugh: "Alright, but I only know the positions of two cadres; after all, we, the Divine Child, are only cooperating with the Tongxin Society, not really part of the group, and our contact with them is limited to those few cadres."

Qingxin succinctly replied, "Speak."

"One is Nurarihyon. I don't need to reiterate the abilities of this kind of yokai, right? He often freeloads at several izakayas in the West District. You should be able to run into him if you go there late at night or early morning—if he's not deliberately avoiding you. The names of those izakayas are: Tsuruya, Ranteiya, and Kochiyoya..."

After saying that, Da Wu Zhenzi coughed up another mouthful of blood, visibly weakening: "Then there's a painting demon, claiming to be a flower and bird scroll, but its true form is just an ordinary landscape painting; it's hanging in an illegal clinic called Langxingxuan in the North District, the detailed address is..."

"This painting demon's magic is very powerful, at least stronger than mine; but it shouldn't be a problem for a monster like you. As long as you don't care about the residents near that clinic, that storm just now could definitely destroy her painted world."

"Ahem—anything else you want to ask?"

Qingxin pondered for a moment, then asked, "You call yourselves the descendants of the gods? What does that mean? Why are you cooperating with the Tongxin Society?"

“We are a group of believers who are trying to resurrect the gods and seize their power; we cooperate with the Tongxin Society because they can provide enough materials and the hope of resurrecting the gods.” A sneer appeared on Dawu Sadako’s lips. “At least before we met you and your women, we once thought that only the Tongxin Society’s ‘Disaster of Chaos’ could resurrect the gods.”

"So why are they targeting us? And what exactly is this so-called 'disaster and chaos'?"

"Well... it's a long story, but you should be able to understand it quickly..." Sadako Ootake started with Umeko Asuka and the others, and it took her almost half an hour, during which she coughed up blood several times, to finish telling the whole story.

Harunobu turned his head and stared intently at Hirayukiko, but he couldn't see how this adorable woman with her prominent figure resembled Susanoo, that brat. However, this reminded him of another question: "How do you manage to accurately judge a person's talent?"

You can't possibly open one too, can you?

“That is a power bestowed by the gods.” Ōtake Sadako gave a completely nonsensical answer, leaving Harunobu speechless. But there was nothing he could do but continue, “Then, what exactly is this so-called calamity and chaos?”

After thinking for a moment, Sadako Otake gave a long reply: "I don't know much either. I only know that it is by developing and utilizing the power of filth to strengthen and create something. In our assessment of the children of the gods, only this could meet the requirements for resurrecting the gods. The reason why they have not been resurrected yet is because the technology is not mature enough and may corrupt the gods, turning them into calamity gods."

Harunobu nodded and then asked the next question. Ootake Sadako answered every question, and if she couldn't answer, she simply said she didn't know. The question-and-answer session continued for quite a while, until nightfall.

Qingxin finally finished asking what he wanted to ask, stood up and asked his last question: "Why are you cooperating so much now? You should know I won't let you off the hook."

"So, do you really believe all the information I've given you?" Daibu Sadako was so weak she could only murmur, but everyone present had enough hearing to hear her clearly. "But if I had to say why, it's for the great Susanoo-no-Mikoto—the one chosen by the gods! Go, go and fulfill your destiny! Hahahaha—"

Sadako Otake, who was laughing loudly, tilted her head and stood there frozen.

Harunobu looked at the two fox ladies who were on high alert, but unfortunately, even with prior preparations, Sadako's soul still disappeared.

"The Reincarnation Array of the Underworld..." Haruno muttered the name of the array that Daibu Sadako had mentioned earlier, and prepared to make a phone call to the priestess.

But before that, let's go back to Osaka first.

Chapter 393: Orochi's Acknowledgment

Inside the magnificent hall, bright electric lights cast their glow, illuminating the diverse figures of the participants below. A giant serpent with eight heads sat coiled on the most ornate chair, looking down upon its subordinates.

A comical old man with a deformed head and a robust old man with only one enormous eye on his head; a delicate young girl adorned with countless flowers and a cold young girl with eyes burning with azure flames; a mature woman carrying a blue lantern and veiled in black gauze and a mature beauty holding a baby doll and wearing a bird feather coat...

A dozen or so powerful demons gathered together, condensing the atmosphere within the hall into a heavy, deep-sea-like atmosphere. This wasn't due to the gaze of the Yamata no Orochi, but rather because of the intelligence they had just received—information about Taira no Harunobu.

In an instant, they wiped out two-thirds of the gods' descendants—they had already overestimated Hiraharu's fighting strength as much as possible, but wasn't this a bit too much?

Could it be that those money-grubbing Tengu from the Rumor House took money from Shiranui and deliberately gave them false information?

Although many demons thought so, the images still playing on a loop in the main hall made them only think about it. After all, the chaotic storm that was almost a natural disaster, as well as Hiraharu's strange speed, were clearly presented before them. With their eyesight and strength, they could certainly tell that the images were not illusions.

But then another question arises: Taira no Harunobu is just a human, so how can he manipulate the wind? And with such incredible strength! A storm that nearly covered an entire village—even Kamaitachi couldn't manipulate it that well!

Why bother being a samurai? Just become a grand mage! Grand mages need to chant incantations to control the wind, but you can do it with a single swing of your sword. You're even better than a grand mage.

Although the specific wording might differ, this was roughly the gist of what the Tongxinhui cadres at the scene were thinking. Those cadres who had previously advocated for suppressing Hiraharu Nobuyoshi rather than avoiding his advances were particularly grim. Because if their advice had been followed, they would probably already be the raw materials for Hiraharu Nobuyoshi's two foxes' spellcasting.

Based on the fighting prowess displayed by Taira no Harunobu in the footage, unless Orochi intervenes, none of them dare say they can confidently defeat him. Even if they all ganged up on him… no, given Taira no Harunobu's speed, achieving that even a ganged-up attack would be difficult.

Apart from a few others, probably no one present could keep up with the near-instantaneous speed of Taira no Shin in the video; and judging by the strength of those few monsters... that wasn't a gang fight, it was like offering materials to someone's doorstep.

Seeing that the atmosphere was just right, Orochi slowly spoke: "So, what are your thoughts? If anyone wants to withdraw, you can say so now, I don't mind."

As if they had heard a very funny joke, the leaders of the Tongxin Association burst into laughter. The laughter, in various tones, echoed in the hall, dispelling the previous solemn atmosphere.

"President, you're joking."

"Snow Woman, this isn't funny."

"Actually, it's quite humorous~"

The sudden shift to cheerful laughter wasn't a forced response to appease the leadership, but rather a genuine expression of the feelings of these Tongxin Association cadres. Indeed, if we only consider individual fighting spirit and strength...

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These officials were indeed no match for Taira no Harunobu. But they never said they were stupid enough to just go and fight Taira no Harunobu for three hundred rounds, did they?

They are not mindless cubs, but adult monsters who have developed intelligence and can use magic and tools. As an organization dedicated to establishing a world of equality between humans and monsters, the Tongxin Society has not spent all these years on cannibalism, but has also developed many tools and technologies—such as the power of corruption, and the powerful combat tools that are about to be completed.

They acknowledged that Taira no Shin was strong, but once that thing was completed, a storm of this magnitude would be nothing more than a gentle breeze that could be easily extinguished.

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"It seems you've reached a consensus, so get to work." Orochi spoke for the first time. "Nurarihyon, Hanabusa, Umibozu, the three of you especially need to pay attention to the progress. There absolutely cannot be any mistakes."

It wasn't surprising that Orochi specifically named three people, because the powerful weapon that was about to be completed was mainly being manufactured by these three... to be precise, it was Hanabusa and Umibozu who were in charge of its production; Nurarihyon was in charge of intelligence control to prevent Taira no Harunobu from coming to their door before it was finished, which would be a huge problem.

The sly devil touched his deformed head and chuckled: "Don't worry, Chairman; I haven't slacked off at all these past ten days. Now those who know too much either can't speak anymore or have no chance to speak."

The pretty girl, adorned with flowers, smiled and said, "Yes, President; don't you trust me to handle things? Besides, with that kind... uh, hypocritical personality of Taira no Nobuyuki, he might even help me instead."

The last one mentioned, Umibozu, twitched his massive gelatinous body and exhaled a series of bubbly sounds: "Boss, he can't come to the seabed again."

The eight heads of the Yamata no Orochi turned back and forth, and said calmly, "It would be best if there were no problems, but remember not to be greedy for progress and cause any disturbances; since the Kazemonoku can sell us information about Taira no Harunobu, it can naturally sell us information about the Tongxin Society as well."

"You probably don't want to die on the eve of the birth of the 'Human God,' right? Although this is a good way to make everyone remember you."

The Tongxinhui cadres nodded in agreement. Having witnessed Taira no Harunobu's fighting prowess, they became serious and cautious, no longer harboring the previous idea that they could simply fight Taira no Harunobu head-on. After all, they truly couldn't win.

The Yamata no Orochi nodded slightly, then slithered its body, preparing to adjourn the meeting. Then, the girl who had been silent until now, her eyes burning with flames, suddenly spoke up: "Guild Master, in that case, should we continue with Lily's meeting?"

"Hmm..." Orochi raised his head again after lowering it. "That succubus... let her come back. Although it's possible that the disciples targeting Taira no Shin might lure him back, that's just a temporary fix and could actually hinder the debut of the current god. Besides, it might cost her her life, which is a bit too much of a loss. It just so happens that those foreigners have been a bit restless lately, and the arrival of the Knights of the Round Table has put a lot of pressure on them."

"Go and inform her, Phoenix Fire; if she acts recklessly, drag her back."

"I understand." The girl, her eyes burning with deep blue flames, nodded and sat back down. The Yamata no Orochi descended from its magnificent throne and went straight into the main hall. The other officers left the hall either in twos and threes or alone.

Soon, the lights went out, and darkness descended.

But in one corner, a wisp of darkness that seemed even deeper suddenly vanished.

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Chapter 394: A Desperate Gamble

Let's go back to the time when Qingxin had just finished drawing the image of the god's child.

At Hijikata Souji's request, Tsuchimikado Haru came to her nearby mansion—she owned mansions throughout Tokyo—to explain the "Special Mission Support Section" in detail. After all, Hijikata Souji didn't believe that Taira Harunobu hadn't prepared more detailed information, since he had even thought of a name for it.

She was so eager that she didn't even want to wait until she got back to the Aokakukan to talk about it. If she weren't worried about being overheard, she would have started discussing it on the way.

Of course, Tsuchimikado Haru hadn't forgotten her father, who had recently become somewhat delusional; but when she brought it up, Hijikata Souji confidently patted his chest and assured her, "No matter how crazy Tsuchimikado Komei is, he can't possibly barge into my house to arrest you, otherwise even if he becomes the head of Yin-Yang, he won't be able to hold on for more than a few days."

The words of the eldest daughter of the Aizu Domain and the next head of the Matsudaira family are indeed very convincing. Tsuchimikado Komei wanted Tsuchimikado Haru to return because he wanted to use her for a marriage alliance in exchange for the opportunity to become the Yin-Yang Head. But if he offended the already certain next head of the Matsudaira family, his dream would basically be over.

After all, with the deafening explosion at Ueno, most of the high-ranking officers of the army and navy were wiped out; while the police system also lost many high-ranking officers, it was much better than the army and navy – because the police, being raised by a stepmother, simply couldn't compete with the other big shots.

Therefore, now is the time when the police system, namely the Aizu Domain, is at its most powerful. In addition, due to the relationship between Hijikata Soji and Hiraharunobu, the Imperial Household also intends to support the police force as a supplement to the still somewhat small number of samurai.

Therefore, unless Tsuchimikado Komei goes mad, he would never risk making a blood feud with the Aizu Domain by coming here to attack Tsuchimikado Haru.

Furthermore, Hojo Amu and the other disciples of the Aozorakan have not left. Even if they did come, it wouldn't make a difference. In fact, because the Hijikata Souji family has set up a barrier, they might even have an advantage.

So Tsuchimikado Haru felt relieved and sat down to recount some details that Harunobu had told her before.

No one noticed that on the roof of Hijikata Souji's house, there was a sexy beauty wagging a slender tail.

"The plan is going very smoothly, they've already obediently gone inside." The succubus said sweetly, looking at Tsuchimikado Komei with alluring eyes. "If you still can't handle this, then I can't help you either."

Tsuchimikado Kitsune did not answer the succubus beside him, but instead looked down with utmost seriousness. He was wearing his most precious set of magical hunting robes, holding a stack of shimmering talismans in his left hand and a bat fan in his right, with all twelve of his shikigami behind him.

The succubus pouted in dissatisfaction and took two steps back.

"Don't blame me, Haru. This is all for the sake of the Tsuchimikado family!"

Tsuchimikado Komei spoke in a low voice, then raised his left hand, and dozens of talismans scattered in a chaotic manner; then he raised his fan with his right hand and waved it, and all the talismans flew rapidly to different positions as if blown by a strong wind.

"There are seven stars in the sky, seven pillars on the earth, and seven orifices in man..."

The obscure chanting of the spell rose and fell, the rapid recitation turning the complex incantation into even more incomprehensible noise that drifted into Tsuchimikado Haru's ears on the wind. The magical genius, who had been on high alert, paled and immediately stood up, rushing towards Hojo Amu—but it was too late.