Chapter 291 61: Massacre

The blood cloud was dense, like layers of rags wrapped around the body, gloomily blocking the sunlight. It pressed heavily over the Soul Calling Society at a height far lower than other clouds, making people feel chest tightness, shortness of breath and difficulty breathing.

The people in the necromancy society already felt something was wrong. They took a few steps back and wanted to leave without caring about the money that was about to be in their hands.

But what they hit was an invisible film, which bounced off as they collided, creating tiny red ripples.

"Set up a barrier!"

someone shouted in horror.

Before the emergence of supernatural beings, no one would have believed in something as imaginary as a barrier. But now with all kinds of supernatural beings emerging one after another, the emergence of a barrier is not surprising.

At the first moment, many people thought that this was a means of the Special Affairs Bureau to retaliate against them, and they might even intend to keep all of them here to nourish the earth and then shift the blame to the extraordinary disaster.

It's no wonder they think this way. After all, those who can come here are all people who distrust the official authorities and the Special Affairs Bureau in various ways.

As some people shouted, more and more people lay down beside the blood film, trying to use various tools to pry open a passage, but it was in vain, and they were sweating profusely in the cold.

Some people did not take it seriously and even thought that this layer of blood film was protecting them. They believed that something big must have happened in the outside world and the heroic spirits of the Spirit Summoning Society had appeared to protect these devout people.

Those who were paid to do the work thought the idea was a bit far-fetched, but those who came here spontaneously thought it was exactly the right thing to do!
After all, this is the sacred Tokyo Shrine, where those heroes who "died heroically" for their country are enshrined!
How could he harm them for no reason?

What's more, they thought that it was they who rescued the Soul-Calling Society from the Special Affairs Bureau, which was clearly a great achievement!
That is why the heroic spirits would release the barrier when they are in danger, in order to protect these great heroes.

Once they had sorted out their thoughts, their ideas became more logical.

"Where's Tojo-san? Where's Matsui-sama?!"

The people who came to collect the money shouted everywhere anxiously, but they could not find the two people who were originally extremely conspicuous in the crowd.

"They, they seem to have entered the main hall. Look, their people are guarding the middle gate torii." A sharp-eyed man saw the subordinates around Matsui.

They quickly called dozens of people and rushed towards the torii gate at the middle gate.

"Wait! You can't go in. Lord Tojo and Lord Matsui are inside to comfort their ancestors." Matsui's subordinates quickly stopped the group of people.

"Let Matsui come out. He never told us about this situation at that time! Let him come out and tell us what is going on. Also, there are barriers around us. We can't get out now!" The leader pointed to the sky and asked anxiously.

"Uh" Matsui's people felt a little guilty as they glanced at the blood cloud that made the surroundings dark red. This situation did not look good no matter how they looked at it, and it did not seem like a sign of anything good happening.

Only those who came here on their own could still deceive themselves. Most of them wore old military uniforms and began to spontaneously kowtow to the bronze statue of Omura Masujiro in the middle, the father of Japan's modern military system reform.

Although, they may not even know what the purpose of their worship is.

"Let us in, or you should let Matsui out quickly and find a way to get us out of here!" Those people were clamoring, making it difficult for Matsui's subordinates to control the situation.

"Stop! We have actually sent people in, and we will have news soon! This is the core of the Soul Calling Society. If you keep messing around like this, you might anger the heroic spirits behind you!" Matsui's men threatened, pointing at the hall.

Everyone looked at each other, then at the blood cloud and then at the hall right in front of them, and fell silent.

If you just wait a while.
Just as they were about to wait for about ten minutes, a figure walked out of the hall.

"Is it Tojo-sama?"

The people in Matsui were a little puzzled. Why did Tojo come out alone? Where was Mr. Matsui who had gone in not long ago, and the colleague who had just called Matsui?

Of course, he didn't suspect anything too much. After all, Tojo was just an old lady. What could she do?

They knew that she had been nothing more than a puppet of Matsui for so long, so their respect for her was only superficial.

"Tojo-san?"

As soon as he shouted, his eyes suddenly widened.

He didn't see it clearly just now, but he clearly remembered that before Tojo went in, he was wearing a modified kimono with a mainly white color. How come it has turned red now?

Even the ground was covered with red marks left by the clogs.

"What are so many people talking about?" Tojo Sumi raised her head and asked in a kind tone.

Now the sky and the earth were all gloomy and dark red. Most of them did not have the good eyesight of the man just now. When they saw Tojo coming out, they hurried over and started complaining about the current situation.

The person who discovered the abnormality was like a ghost possessed at this moment. He could only stare blankly at what was happening in front of him, and his body could not even move.

"So, you want to go out?"

"Yes, we can take the initiative to reduce the amount of money that Matsui promised, but you have to let us out now!"

Those people spoke in a firm tone.

"What if I say we can't get out?" Tojo Sumi said with a smile.

The leader was shocked, but seeing the smile on Tojo's face, he thought she was joking: "If you really can't get out, at least you have to tell us what's going to happen, right?!"

"Yeah, how come the day changed so suddenly."

"It's so horrible. Everything around me is bloody. I can't even tell whether the ground is blood or water!"

Everyone was noisy.

Tojo Sumi seemed to listen very seriously and quietly for a while, then nodded slowly.

"Since I brought you in, it is my responsibility to take you out."

When they heard Tojo's words, they couldn't help but feel delighted and were about to thank him.

"Matsui, isn't that right?"

"Of course, Tojo-sama."

Everyone looked around but couldn't find Matsui.

"Oh, look at my memory, Matsui, he's here." As he said that, Tojo slowly took out a round object from behind him.

It was the head of Matsui Yoshiyuki.

"Everyone, I'm Matsui. I'm going to let you out right now." Matsui, with only a head left, had a sinister smile on his face, with blood dripping from his neck.

People's pupils dilated and their expressions quickly turned into fear.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!!!"

The screams stopped instantly, and the man's head fell to the ground for no reason.

"Come out, everyone, and take a look in here. Which one do you think is suitable to be a container?" Tojo Sumi said with a smile.

As soon as these words were spoken, the already chilly chill in the surroundings seemed to penetrate deep into their bones in an instant, and those people finally couldn't hold it anymore.

Rapid screams came one after another, and then quickly disappeared. In the end, everything before their eyes was completely submerged in an endless expanse of blood.

All the people have melted away, turning into pools of blood and sinking into the earth.

Then, thirteen beings emitting dark and sinister aura emerged from the ground and stood in front of Tojo with a smile.

One of them still had no head.

Tojo put Matsui's head on the headless body. "Hehehe" Tojo Sumi shrugged, and the laughter grew louder and louder until he looked up to the sky and laughed, "Hahahaha!!! I, Tojo, have crawled back from hell! No one can judge me! No one"

The thirteen people laughed, and their laughter was strange.

Tojo gently stroked the long sword brought by Tojo Sumi, his eyes full of nostalgia and his tone grim:

"Since all the people here are trash, there is no need for them to exist. No, even Japan is the same now, they are all trash and useless. Let us summon the most reliable soldiers from underground and rebuild the glory of the empire with our own hands, so that all living things in the world will bow down to us! What we couldn't do before, we can do now! Those traitors who are greedy for life and afraid of death will also be liquidated!"

"Liquidation! Liquidation!"

"Eliminate! Eliminate!"

"Glory! Glory!"

Shadows with different appearances raised their arms and roared.

On the ground, blood began to spread. Soldiers wearing old military uniforms and holding bayonets and rifles seemed like devils crawling out of hell. They joined the shouting with their hoarse throats.

The bronze statue of Masujiro Omura.

Some people who had just finished kneeling stood up and looked curiously towards the main hall where a group of people had just gathered. Now their vision was severely restricted and they could no longer see clearly what was happening there, but they seemed to hear some shouting.

"Don't be afraid, everyone. As long as we stay here, no evil spirits will dare to do anything to us! The heroic spirits are protecting us! As long as we defend this place and prevent the Special Affairs Bureau from coming back, we will be the heroes of Japan! Then even the Emperor will reward us! Long live the Emperor!"

Someone drew out a proper saber and shouted loudly.

"Long live!"

"Long live!"

A group of people believed it without a doubt and shouted excitedly.

Some people are also wondering what the hell this has to do with the emperor.

"Even if we face the extraordinary, as long as we bravely launch the Long Live Charge, the heroic spirits will surely protect us, and even the extraordinary will be unable to stop us!"

There are even fanatics who clamor like this.

Just as they were shouting, a group of soldiers wearing the same old military uniforms as them, and even holding guns from nowhere, trotted over from the main hall and surrounded them all around the bronze statue without making a sound.

Some people were still caught up in the frenzy and unable to extricate themselves, but some more sober people had already noticed something was wrong. However, at this time, whenever they wanted to leave, they seemed to be blocked by these weirdos dressed in the same way.

"Hey! Who are you? Why haven't I seen you before?"

Because the other party was wearing the same military uniform, the man who had led the shouting just now did not think that they were bad guys or a threat, and walked forward to inquire without any fear. However, soon, his eyes lit up and he saw the rifle in the other party's hand.

"Wow, what a huge investment! Is this a model? Could it be real? It even has a bayonet!"

He looked at the two men opposite him with envy, each holding a gun. The two men seemed like mirror images, with not much difference except for the weapons in their hands and the not-so-obvious red and black aura.

Under the cover of the red blush all around, he just felt that it was very strange that these people were silent, but he did not find anything too unusual.

"Brother, I've seen you these days, can I borrow your gun--"

Before he could finish his words, he saw the man's lifeless eyes looking at the curious junior, and a ferocious smile appeared on his face.

The next moment, a cold light flashed by.

The man wielded the bayonet as if it were a long sword, and the curious junior in front of him didn't even have time to think about what was happening. The last thing he knew was that the world was spinning.

A head wearing an ugly military cap shot up into the sky, and blood from the throat and neck spurted out, tinging the already blood-filled environment with a bloody smell.

"I have an order. Don't spare any of them." The soldier greedily licked the blood left on his bayonet, looked at the group of people who had fallen into a daze, and shouted, "Long live!"

"Long live!!!"

"Long live!!!"

Faced with this group of "compatriots" who were also wearing old military uniforms, these soldiers who had crawled out of hell had no scruples at all. They wielded the bayonets in their hands just as they had killed in the past.

Our own people? Haha, they killed our own people!

The commander-in-chief has ordered that these people are of no use at all!
When the real long live charge met the false long live charge, those people melted like ice and snow in an instant, and life was extremely fragile at this moment.

Screams and flying limbs, urine and blood splattered.

The standing bronze statue watched the tragedy happening before its eyes, and could only be stained by blood. However, its bronze eyes seemed to move slowly.

"Ah!! You can't kill me! I'm a loyal subject! I—ka."

A human pig with its limbs cut off struggled and shouted, but was unable to delay these people even a little bit.

It's like they were born to kill, and cruelty is just the least of many labels.

"Sir! Save us, sir!"

The few remaining survivors hugged the bronze statue tightly and cried.

The soldier grinned and was about to swing his sword to chop.

Clang——

Sparks flew, and a bronze hand blocked the knife in advance.

The one who made the move was the bronze statue of Omura Masujiro. At this moment, his eyes were extremely complicated.

Second line of defense.

"Omura Masujiro!"

Noguchi Takeshi was cheered up, this was a completely unexpected ally!
Not only he could see this scene, but the on-site commanders in the four directions of east, south, west and north and the general command center all shared the front-line information.

"Once, during the chaos in Mo City, as the evil thoughts underground were absorbed by the Demon Lord, the good thoughts were also volatilized. The former president of the Heaven Node used the ownerless good thoughts to fight against the evil thoughts and bought a lot of time."

"I seem to have sensed a similar power."

On the communication channel, Ye Jie slowly recounted what happened at that time.

"It's just that this bronze statue doesn't seem to contain much good intentions."

Ye Jie said it politely.

As a local, Miki Inagaki did not give any face at all and did not even sneer. She used her 37-degree mouth to say extremely chilling words.

"Because there aren't many good thoughts here, on this land." Inagaki, who was at the headquarters with Kuroki Shinizumi, watched the images without any joy on his face. "Perhaps he has accumulated some strength from years of worship, and now it has been stimulated by the environment, and he has absorbed the rare wandering good thoughts, so he has barely woken up."

"But don't put your hopes on him. It's like a mantis trying to stop a chariot."

Miki Inagaki's tone was full of rationality, without a trace of emotion.

And everything that happened later proved that what she said was true.

(End of this chapter)