Chapter 290 60: Blood Feud

Above the Spiritual Calling Society.

The cool breeze in the early morning blew Miki Inagaki's clothes, making a rustling sound.

As she uttered the last word.

The power of the body is like a dam bursting, rushing away madly.

Even though she couldn't see what was happening at all, she could vaguely feel that her power seemed to turn into strands and continue to penetrate deeper into the underground of the Spirit Summoning Society.

Until the end, she only had a tiny bit of strength left, barely enough for her to keep floating in the air.

At this time, her face was already pale.

Even when it was slowly descending in altitude, it seemed shaky, as if it would be blown down by the autumn wind at any time.

Toyokawa Kamishiro, who was waiting hesitantly below, suddenly felt a chill, his hair stood on end, and he could not help but look back at the Soul Calling Society which remained closed.

Just now, it seemed as if some extraordinary existence glanced at him, and the sudden appearance of gusts of cold wind made him inexplicably feel fear.

It seems that there is indeed a scary thing underneath.

"Saint Inagaki, what's going on? Is the devil coming?"

"Let a female team member help Inagaki Miki," Toyokawa Kamikiyo asked impatiently, holding the walkie-talkie tightly. Now a lot of people are waiting for his reply, and the pressure is unprecedentedly great.

"The devil has awakened, and it will soon appear from here." Inagaki looked at the Spirit Summoning Society with a cold gaze. The aura that she extremely hated was rolling. In her eyes, this vast piece of land was more smelly than a toilet.

It’s a pity that she is almost exhausted now, otherwise she really wants to stay on the front line and tear these demons that she instinctively hates to pieces.

Hear Miki Inagaki's conclusive answer.

Toyokawa Kamisei couldn't help but take a deep breath and slowly raised the walkie-talkie.

"This is Toyokawa Kamisei. Saint Inagaki has confirmed that the demon under the Tokyo Soul Resurrection Society has awakened. I repeat, the demon has awakened."

Kuroki Shinizumi, who was far away at the third line of defense, put down the walkie-talkie silently.

She turned to look at the people who were staring at her quietly.

Without exception, they all had a suffocating tension in their eyes, and even standing there was filled with uneasiness.

Some people are still sweating profusely in this cool weather, some are breathing heavily but still seem to be out of breath, and some are clenching their fists, their eyes full of eagerness to try.

"The Tokyo Requiem Society has confirmed that a supernatural disaster is about to strike, and the enemy of the disaster is the devil. This mission is codenamed [Demon Extermination Day]. Everyone, immediately enter a state of readiness for battle. From now on, we are the Tokyo Supernatural Operations Command Center for [Demon Extermination Day]."

"Elvis, keep in close communication with the U.S. military. I need to be able to dispatch all firepower, including naval guns, at any time."

"Yes."

"Hirata Reimi, tell the Self-Defense Forces again that this is a state of war. Put away their playful mentality of drills. Once the devil is released, we can't escape, and they definitely can't escape either! We can only die together!"

"Yes!"

The task has actually been arranged long ago, and I am just repeating it again now due to the importance of the situation.

“You must survive.”

Kuroki Shinizumi clenched his fists and stared at the battle map. Except for the members of the Holy Infant Society, all the extraordinary people carried vital signs monitoring devices, which appeared as orange spots on the map.

The overall status of the defense line will be updated with the simultaneous recording of the drone.

In addition to this extraordinary command center, a large fleet is on standby in Tokyo Bay, and the general command center of the ordinary army is located in the warship.

In the sky, as long as the orbit allows, all the operational satellites are pointed at Tokyo, wanting to know clearly everything that happens there.

"This is Saga Toshiya. We are packing up the last of our belongings and preparing to retreat to the first line of defense. Toyokawa Kamikiyo is already protecting Saint Inagaki as they head toward the third line of defense."

"Most of the protesters who are here have not woken up yet, do we need them?"

"These are my final three warnings. If you don't want to get on the bus, just leave." In the northern defense zone, Takeshi Noguchi said coldly as he looked at the people who were eating a hearty breakfast.

"Yes!"

Saga Shunya sighed and handed over the task.

There is really no need to stop lives being lost due to stupidity.

"Final notice, final notice, an extraordinary event has occurred. This is your last chance to leave. We are about to evacuate, about to evacuate!"

Several people from the Special Affairs Bureau shouted around the tents, but most people were still asleep. Some of the people who were awake, even if they were shivering, looked at the people from the Special Affairs Bureau with disdain, as if they were looking at some clowns.

"It's so noisy—hiss, why is it so cold!"

Those ordinary people who were still asleep felt a sudden chill in their bodies when they woke up. They couldn't help but wrap themselves tightly in the quilts in the tent, but it couldn't offset the coldness.

Some people couldn't stand the cold and shivered while checking the weather forecast, then stared blankly at the 15-25 degrees displayed on their mobile phones.

If you tell him the perceived temperature is below ten degrees, he will believe it.

How could it be this temperature?

He put on his clothes and opened the tent. Even though there was no cold wind, the biting low temperature made him shiver.

Looking at the entrance of the Spirit-Calling Society, the Special Affairs Bureau personnel who were guarding there all the time had actually begun to pack up their things very quickly, as if they were really about to evacuate as the broadcast said.

He couldn't help crying for joy.

Victory, they won!
"We won! We finally forced those bastards away!"

He ignored the cold and ran around to tell others.

But there were one or two people who exhaled a breath of cold air, looked at the extremely gloomy spiritualist society, then looked at the cheering crowd, and fell into hesitation.

"I I feel something is wrong, big brother, can I quit?" In a small group, a young man lowered his head and said timidly.

"Idiot! Victory is just around the corner. If you leave now, all the days before will be wasted!" This small group is made up of young people. When they see someone retreating at the critical moment, they will not tolerate it and will just slap the person in the face.

The man was slapped, his cheeks flushed, he pursed his lips and continued to lower his head, his body trembling and he dared not speak.

"You retreat in the face of battle! You're a traitor who deserves to be beheaded." The weather was getting colder, and the man's hand was in great pain after being slapped. He hid behind his back, threatened fiercely, and then changed the subject.

".However, you are gone, you are gone, but the money we promised you before will not be yours. Don't even think about asking us for it again. Do you understand?"

"Okay, I understand, thank you." He breathed a sigh of relief, ignoring the burning pain on his face, quickly picked up his bag, ran towards the Special Affairs Bureau convoy that was preparing to evacuate, and sat on it amid people's strange looks.

It was not until the convoy was ready that Saga asked and found out that only one person was willing to leave with them.

"It's hard to persuade a damned ghost with kind words. Let's go."

The convoy set off towards the first line of defense.

That line of defense was useless and could be more accurately described as a trap, with explosives buried everywhere, ready to be activated at the right moment.

Seeing that the Special Affairs Bureau's car had really left, those who stayed here shouted "Long live the Special Affairs Bureau!"

They finally lost their patience and, under the leadership of Tojo Sumi, could not wait to bypass or move away the obstructions, and hundreds of people rushed into the Soul Calling Society in a mighty force.

"This must be the blessing of the heroic spirits. Let's get rid of these traitors from the Special Affairs Bureau before the regular festival. To prevent them from coming back, I suggest mobilizing everyone to collect some sundries and turn the Soul Calling Society into our base camp," Yoshiyuki Matsui kept giving his suggestions next to Toshimi Tojo.

Tojo held the long sword left by her father, her face flushed, and she was obviously very excited. "Matsui, you should be the first to contribute to this plan!" Tojo patted Matsui on the shoulder and said.

Matsui stopped talking and chuckled: "It was mainly because of Tojo-san's appearance, otherwise how could so many people risk their lives to respond!"

Having said that, Matsui naturally knew what was going on in his heart. It was because it was inappropriate for Mr. Muto to show up, otherwise it would not be the turn of an old woman like you.

Most of those people were hired by Matsui at a huge price, and a small number were deceived into coming here.

However, the fact that they were invited here actually shows that those people's thoughts are already inclined towards them, and money only solves their worries.

"I remember that your father's tablet is also in there. How about we go and pay our respects first? I haven't been here for a long time and I miss my father a little." Tojo said.

Matsui hesitated for a moment, called someone close to him, explained the matter to him, and then followed Tojo to the main hall.

"It's horrible, horrible. Look at it. It was such a great shrine, but now it's been messed up. There are holes everywhere. It's absolutely unscrupulous." Matsui was so angry that he seemed to no longer feel cold.

Tojo also looked a little unhappy.

But as they got closer to the temple, it seemed to get colder, and the two old men could hardly bear it.

"It must be that those bastards from the Special Affairs Bureau destroyed the feng shui, or one of their extraordinary powers used his special powers just to prevent us from paying homage!" Tojo gritted his teeth and guessed, his body shaking uncontrollably.

"Mr. Tojo, how about you wait a moment and let me ask someone to bring in some blankets? Otherwise it will be too cold to bear." Matsui suggested.

Tojo shook his head and gritted his teeth: "No, I'm already here, I must go in, my father is waiting for me inside. Let someone bring him over first, I'll wait for you inside."

"Father, I'm late."

Tojo walked into the main hall with difficulty, holding a long sword.

North District.

Takeshi Noguchi watched all this happen quietly through the surveillance camera.

"Boss!"

Fengchuan jumped out of the void panting: "Saint Inagaki has been sent to the headquarters. She said that she is fine and only needs to rest for half an hour."

"You came here specially to tell me? Can't you use the phone?" Noguchi looked at him puzzledly.

"Ahem, I just came to see the boss. Um, don't be too stubborn. We still have the third line of defense. If we can't hold it, I'll leave! I'll leave now!"

Seeing that Noguchi seemed to be looking for a suitable weapon, Fengchuan quickly disappeared into the void.

Noguchi looked up at the sky.

The sky was gradually showing signs of darkening.

He didn't know if he could hold on this time.

In other words, even if we can hold on this time, how should we deal with the Mother Goddess who is even more terrifying than this?

I'm afraid we can only take it one step at a time.

He turned his gaze back to the surveillance screen.

Tojo Sumi knelt in the center of the main hall, placed her father's long sword in front of her, and knelt respectfully.

He was still mumbling to himself, as if expressing what he had been feeling over the years.

".I have not forgotten the honor of the Tojo family, and I have been fighting to restore your reputation."

"Please forgive me, those people don't understand your good intentions at all. Even in our own country, there are shameful traitors. If it were a few decades ago, those guys would have been dragged out and beheaded! They don't even have the qualifications to commit seppuku!"

"Tojo Toshiki is the shame of the family. It turns out that we shouldn't have passed the position of clan leader to him. Look at him now. He doesn't dare to do anything. Even the Soul Summoning Society was sealed off, and he didn't care. It's as if he didn't remember your existence."

"But please rest assured. From today on, I will restore the glory of our Tojo family in front of the Emperor. If Minhui can still turn back from his wrong path, I can still let him keep his original position. But if he still refuses to change, don't blame me, your aunt, for being ruthless."

"Father, please bless me with everything going well and punish those traitors!"

Buzz!

As he was speaking, Tojo Sumi heard a strange noise right in front of him.

She held her breath and used her not-so-sensitive ears to find the source of the sound.

Finally, it fell on the long sword in front of him.

I saw a few blood-red words slowly appearing on the blade.

【Heavenly Punishment of Traitors】

"That's right. Is it you? Father?! Father! God punish the traitor! God punish the traitor!"

Tojo excitedly picked up the long sword, looked around and shouted.

More violent vibrations occurred.

The tablets representing the heroic spirits in front of me kept shaking as if there was an earthquake.

But Tojo knew clearly that there was no earthquake at all!

These vibrations--

It must be the return of the heroic spirit!

Some of the tablets were shaking and falling down, but among more of them, blood was oozing out from the words on them.

Not only the tablet, but the entire building, the pillars, and even every wooden board were oozing blood. On the beams, the blood coagulated into blood water, and the blood water formed into blood beads, which fell like blood rain!
The cold wind blowing everywhere was also carrying a bloody smell.

Tojo had been completely dyed red by the blood rain, but she did not feel a trace of fear, but instead felt endless joy.

In her opinion, this was the anger of the heroes who sacrificed their lives for the country.

With the help of the heroic spirits, she will no longer have to fear those untouchables who want to get their hands on power by relying on their extraordinary abilities!
Yoshiyuki Matsui, who had just walked to the door, dropped the quilt in his hand, opened his eyes wide, and couldn't believe what he saw.

"An extraordinary disaster has arrived. Could it be that the disaster that the Special Affairs Bureau is referring to is..."

Matsui was extremely frightened and now felt a lot of regret.

"Tojo! Tojo-san! Let's go quickly. Something might have happened. I've hidden my car nearby." Matsui suppressed his nausea and ran in, trying to pull out Tojo who was standing in the middle.

But Tojo in front of him didn't move at all, as if he was fixed by something.
Matsui looked down with a look of horror.

There were countless bloody hands extending from the floor, pinching Tojo's ankles tightly.

"Ahhhhh!!"

Matsui tried to run, but he was also caught by Bloody Hand.

"Matsui, don't be afraid. This is the grace of the heroes. Soon, we will be able to kill the traitors and restore peace and prosperity to Japan."

Tojo grabbed Matsui's arm, and a strange smile appeared on his face, which was covered with blood.

The sky above the Soul Calling Society was stained by the blood rising from the earth, which slowly turned into blood clouds, surging and unsteady.

(End of this chapter)