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At this moment.

"Feel sorry....."

Gojo Satoru stepped forward, blocking the group, and said lazily, "These people are my saviors, so I support all their decisions. Therefore..."

He looked at the blond sorcerer curiously: "What were you trying to say?"

“…”

The sorcerer's face turned red, and he finally whispered, "It's nothing, my legs are numb," before retreating back into the crowd.

Can't beat it, can't beat it at all.

Even if someone has been killed by a swordsman, it doesn't mean that the swordsman has become weaker.

The most powerful sorcerer stood on the other side, and no one dared to say anything.

Gojo Satoru had a sudden realization.

So what was he worried about before? Why didn't he kill all those high-ranking officials? Why did he just keep talking about it?

"Well done, Gojo Satoru!"

Kazuma gave a thumbs up.

That makes sense. If you're so strong, why are you always holding back?

If it were him, he'd have to poop facing the sky.

"Very good. Then you will be on standby and follow orders. Everything else will remain as usual."

Hachiman looked at the general and his adjutant.

"Yes!"

The numb general and his adjutant responded stiffly, then their expressions came alive, returning to their previous natural state, with only a hint of blankness in their eyes.

This sent chills down the spines of others.

Is this what they call magic?

There was no sign of being controlled, no abnormal fluctuations, and even the energy consumption seemed minimal.

Its practicality and cost-effectiveness are simply amazing.

If there were only ordinary worlds, wouldn't it be possible to gradually rule the world?

At this time.

"Target detected! Target detected! Intense fluctuations of cursed spirits detected at the coordinates..."

A sorcerer rushed in.

Everyone's expression tightened.

finally come.

......

a few minutes ago.

"The General Management Department is really gone... these humans... hahaha~"

However, looking at the land before him, which seemed to have been radiated outwards by a giant sword, and the one-eyed humanoid monster with a head like a volcano crater, he still said with some apprehension, "But to be able to create such an effect, the potential of humankind is truly powerful."

"It might not be human; it could be one of our own kind~."

You are humanity's fear of the earth, I am humanity's fear of humanity itself, and perhaps what causes all this is humanity's fear of the sword.

The slender, blue-haired boy, whose body was covered in stitches-like marks, said.

His eyes were like those of a newborn baby, filled with curiosity and...cruelty towards everything.

Finally unable to resist, he jumped down and curiously reached out to touch a sword mark. Then his eyes narrowed suddenly.

A sudden flash of sword light appeared in his eyes, then transitioned from illusion to reality, transforming into a beautiful sword light that vanished in a flash.

"So...beautiful..."

he murmured.

Immediately, a sword mark spread from his neck, his head swayed, and he fell off, rolling a long distance like a ball. Soon, it was torn apart by the sword light that was triggered because it pressed against the sword mark.

"Hey, Real Person, are you alright?"

The volcano-headed spirit shouted.

"No...it's okay."

A hoarse voice came from the broken neck.

He then raised his hands together and severed the area above his collarbone. Countless pieces of flesh wriggled and quickly grew a new head and neck. His eyes still showed some lingering fear as he said, "Luckily, it wasn't my original body, but a sword mark from a second imprint, otherwise I might really have died."

At that moment, he really thought he was dead.

And he had a strong premonition that once he thought that way, he would really die.

"What bizarre swordsmanship."

Even he, a being of human fear, felt a trace of fear: "That's not a cursed spirit, but a shadow, the shadow of a human."

How could a samurai, who is even inferior to those sorcerers, have reached this level?

He stood up abruptly, his eyes filled with worry: "We must inform Hua Yu and the others; they absolutely must not contact that monster..."

The sound stopped suddenly.

He noticed a thin sword mark reappearing on his newly grown neck...

(The next chapter ends with the curse, mainly to take half of Gojo Satoru back to be his slave.)

Volume 1: Chapter 90 Xia Youjie: It's over, it's Death God Elementary School Student!

"It should be right here."

On the outskirts of the suburbs.

In front of an abandoned factory.

Not daring to touch the sword mark and the large patch of blood on the ground, Tsukumo Yuki stood up, still shaken, and said:

"In their desperate escape, they even began to burn their own existence to increase their speed, and finally arrived here."

The others were also horrified.

It was as if I could see a terrified, cursed spirit fleeing for its life.

"It must have been from the sword marks left by the General Manager's Office that it became stained with the sword light, resulting in the sword marks being engraved on its body."

Gojo Satoru kicked a head covered in stitches.

This is the fifth one along the way.

The others were still shaken.

Fortunately, they didn't dare to do anything reckless. They didn't have the self-regeneration ability of this top-tier cursed spirit; trying would have meant certain death.

"It seems there's no need to force them to unite anymore; they should realize the seriousness of the problem now."

Nanami Kento breathed a sigh of relief.

Although I felt awkward about the alliance between humans and cursed spirits, I couldn't care less at this point.

"I'm sorry, I might have to disappoint you."

With the sound.

A black man with a single ponytail, wearing a monk's robe and covered in blood, walked out. There was a stitch mark on his head, one arm was missing, and a small piece was missing from his waist and abdomen.

Despite his pitiful state, his gaze remained calm, carrying a sense of detached understanding.

They threw out a head, one of the five men's heads they had found earlier.

"As you can see, all the top-tier cursed spirits have been killed in battle."

Yes.

His millennia-long schemes and all his ideas were shattered by a completely irrational violence.

Confused?

Or is it emptiness?

No.

If a thousand years isn't enough, then two thousand, three thousand, ten thousand.

It will happen sooner or later, it definitely will.

Create a new world, a new world with optimized spell power.

Undeterred by this unimaginable power, "Xia Youjie" ignored Gojo Satoru's incredulous gaze and calmly said:

"The real person wanted to come back and warn us, but his arrival drew that person's attention to us..."

Even just recalling it, he seemed to feel a sharp edge and fear. He took a deep breath before continuing, "Hua Yu, Tuo Gen died on the spot. Together with Lou Hu before him, all the cursed spirits have died in battle."

Ninety-nine Yuki and Ego Uta finally understood what that concept meant.

Superior-grade cursed spirits, those who could rival them, were slaughtered as easily as kittens and puppies.

but.....

"No, that's not it. Your Cursed Spirit Group must have collected quite a few of Ryomen Sukuna's fingers, right?"

Hikigaya came out and said.

"So this is your purpose?"

Xia Youjie finally raised his eyelids and looked at the officer on the side: "It seems that you have also joined forces with secular forces, modern firepower, and the top-level sorcerers, as well as the curse king from a thousand years ago. Perhaps you really have a chance to defeat that monster."

"Not a victory."

Kazuma interrupted him: "It's a forced retreat, and it's not just us, it includes you too."

Do you really think they would risk their lives to let someone who looks like the mastermind go by?

Time flies.

Amidst explosive news such as the killing of Gojo Satoru, the complete annihilation of the rulers of the sorcery world, and the extermination of all the top-tier sorcerer spirits.

Whether they were unruly sorcerers, curse masters, or even curse spirits, they all became obedient and compliant.

They'll do anything as long as they're not sent to the front lines.

then.

night.

After a wicked cursed mage touches the sword mark.

In just a few hours, he slaughtered his way through Tokyo, all the way to Hokkaido, and then emerged from the memories of a Jewish man who had fled back to the Middle East. There, on the other side of the world, in a Middle Eastern country, he wreaked havoc—a swordsman of godlike skill...

Step out from the eyes of the curse master!

coastline.

Modern weaponry, long poised for action, has been fully deployed.

Bombers took off one after another, and fighter jets pressed their launch buttons.

The cannons of each main battle tank spewed out blazing tongues of fire, each over ten meters long and scalding like swords.

More than forty missile launchers fired simultaneously; a single salvo could cover an entire city, yet they were all concentrated in one area.

There are also various cluster bombs, white phosphorus bombs, thermobaric bombs...

Thousands of artillery fire.

Sparks flashed and meteors streaked across the sky, dazzling and powerful, forming a blazing pillar of fire that shot straight into the heavens, tearing the sea of ​​clouds to shreds in an instant, revealing a huge hole and the brilliant starry sky.

This level of power terrified the sorcerers, leaving them pale with fear.