Chapter 292: Tokyo War

"Lord Omura has appeared!"

The two survivors holding the base of the bronze statue shouted in surprise.

This surprised face also became their final appearance.

What if the bronze statue blocked one person's sword attack? There was an entire army here, and before anyone knew it, they had covered most of the Spirit Calling Society.

Just as the Omura statue blocked the knife, two other people on the other side rushed to the sides of the two survivors with extremely tacit cooperation. With a swing of bayonets, two heads fell to the ground. Their movements were skillful and they had repeated them countless times.

At this point, those who took advantage of the Special Affairs Bureau's absence to enter the Soul Calling Society had all been killed or injured, leaving only bloody remains on the ground, which were slowly swallowed up by the earth and turned into part of the blood pool on the earth.

The bronze statue of Omura did not utter a word, perhaps because it was not intelligent enough to speak. Everything seemed to be subconscious, but the expression was still so complicated, as if it really had some complicated thoughts.

"Lord Omura, we didn't see you in hell. In that case, you should rest in peace. Please bless us with everything going well in Takamagahara. All this is for Japan!"

The captain smiled sinisterly and raised his right hand.

The soldiers surrounding it raised their rifles, and hundreds of black gun muzzles were aimed at the bronze statue of Omura at the same time.

"shooting!"

The ghost soldier's rifle fired a pitch-black bullet, which exploded on the body of the bronze statue, leaving black spots that were quickly melted away by the white flames blooming from the statue's body.

The bronze statue of Omura was bearing the bullets and drawing the long sword from his waist. In an instant, it seemed as if there was a charge of thousands of troops all around, fighting against the hundreds of ghost soldiers who were firing guns, causing it to fall into fear for a short time, as if it was on a battlefield somewhere and an army was attacking it right in front of it.

The bronze sword burned with white flames. As it chopped down, the ghost soldier immediately let out a sharp explosion, and melted into a pool of black water with a scream.

The bronze statue of Omura was like a tiger among a flock of sheep among the ghost soldiers, and every sword strike was a critical hit. Ordinary ghost soldiers were no match for it. Before they could even aim their guns, the enemy had already chopped off their sinful bodies while moving around.

"Mr. Omura, why did you kill my comrade!"

As soon as the voice of Matsui Yoshiyuki, who was covered in black air, arrived, a figure arrived, using a black flame knife to chop at the white flame knife that was blocked by the bronze statue of Omura.

The black and white flames exploded, and a Tai Chi circle seemed to be formed between them. The strong interference caused the monitoring equipment that the Special Affairs Bureau had deployed in the surrounding area to be instantly scrapped.

"This is the ghost army." The bronze statue of Omura spoke awkwardly.

"Haha, I am from the Imperial Army. I was in the past, and I am still in the present!"

Black flames surged from Matsui's sword. In the distance, a black horse neighed, smashing countless ghost soldiers along the way, and rushed towards the bronze statue of Omura with an indomitable momentum.

The Omura statue struggled to break free from Matsui, trying to avoid the fierce impact.

Matsui seized the opportunity and slashed with his black knife, cutting off the right leg of the Omura statue.

As his body was damaged, Bai Yan immediately became weak, and the black horse appeared in front of him in an instant.

"Ugh"

The bronze statue of Omura closed his eyes and threw the knife hard in a certain direction. It easily penetrated the blood film and flew towards an unknown direction.

At the same time, his body was trampled by the horses' hooves and exploded into countless pieces.

Matsui looked in the direction where the knife disappeared and chuckled a few times: "Do you really think that a bunch of young people who have forgotten their roots can deal with us? Naive old man."

He jumped on his horse and swung his sword towards the north: "Matsui Regiment, attack with all your strength! Let these younger generations who have never seen blood see how powerful we were in the past!"

"charge!"

"charge!"

The number of ghost soldiers who had just been killed seemed to have not decreased at all, and new heads continued to emerge from the blood-stained land, as if there was no end.

Thousands of ghost soldiers followed Matsui Yoshiyuki and launched a charge, targeting the first line of defense where Saga was located.

"The first group of enemies is heading in the direction of Captain Saga."

"The leader. Looks like Matsui Yoshiyuki? No, maybe it's Matsui, but not Yoshiyuki."

"Director, the blood cloud has begun to spread, following the group of ghost soldiers!"

As the first batch of ghost soldiers were dispatched, news about Kuroki from the headquarters continued to arrive.

"Saga, prepare to engage the enemy."

"I understand. Saga has been waiting for you for a long time."

First line of defense.

Saga Shunya slowly put down his brush and finished drawing another talisman.

He looked at the long sword that was stuck beside him and was burning with white flames.

This is the sword that the statue of Omura threw out with all his might for the last time, and it landed next to Saga with incredible precision not long ago.

"The elders give it to me and I dare not refuse it."

Sticking talismans on the blade, the white flame was quite magical. It seemed that it only caused additional damage to evil things, and nothing would happen to ordinary objects.

"Saga, remember your mission is just to test the opponent's strength." Noguchi's voice came from the headset.

"I understand, Chief."

Saga looked up and heard the sound of horse hooves coming. The horse was getting closer.

"Stop those ghost soldiers, leave Matsui to me."

He gave orders to his team members.

"Yes!"

The team members were ready for battle.

His palm brushed across the sharp edge of the white flame knife, and blood soaked the talisman paper. In an instant, the fire burned with dozens of times the momentum.

"Good knife!" Saga exclaimed, squatted - and shot!
In the air was Matsui on horseback who had leapt into the air ahead of time.

"How brave!"

Matsui let out a loud shout with an evil smile on his face, and clamped his legs against the horse's body. The black flame horse under him let out a roar and its body instantly swelled up. Its fangs were covered with armor, and it looked like a rhinoceros, falling to the ground like a black star, and smashed towards Saga fiercely.

But in the blink of an eye, the black and white fireworks crashed to the ground, raising countless smoke, dust and debris.

The team members had no time to care about their captain's life or death, because on the street, the ghost soldiers had already attacked the defense line.

As soon as they met, they found that ordinary firearms had very limited damage to these ghost soldiers, but the explosives buried in advance did play a significant role.

The roar of explosions continued, and buildings were reduced to ruins.

Who could have imagined that such a scene actually happened in Tokyo?

The most beautiful place in a country has become the site of a decisive battle today. Every time the bomb explodes, countless amounts of money are burned.

"The explosion has a certain killing effect, but it needs other damage to keep up, otherwise these ghost soldiers can actually merge with each other and turn into new ghost soldiers."

"Incendiary bombs are also effective. The fire can hinder the movement of the ghost soldiers."

"Bullets, don't get hit by the ghost soldiers' bullets. Someone's entire arm has turned black! This may be a kind of erosion."

At the command center, various kinds of information are constantly summarized and then transmitted to other on-site commanders so that they can prepare in advance.

“It is so ironic that the enemy is the national heroes whom the people used to worship and pray for blessings.”

In the eastern war zone, Hirosue Yoshimiya's tone seemed to be self-deprecating, but her face still had only a faint smile, without the slightest hint of sadness.

Nakai Hayabusa stood up silently, followed by Nakamura Hiroshi (Electromagnetic Disturbance) and Watanabe Kouta (Storm). "We can't let these ghosts get close to the Hanazaki Hotel. If we disturb the Holy Infant, we will never redeem ourselves. Hirosue, I'll leave this to you. Stop those who slip through the net. I'll find the leader of these ghosts and behead him."

It's exactly the style of Hayabusa Nakai.

Hirosue Ryomiya calculated in his mind and was generally confident: "Don't worry, President. Leave this to me. I will never let any ghosts set foot into the hotel."

Nakai Hayabusa didn't say much, just nodded, and led the two of them to where the blood clouds were surging.

"I don't know which one is stronger, this ghost or the black light angel." Guangmo looked at the blood cloud that was gradually spreading, and even had time to compare their fighting strength.

"Sister Hirosue, General Tachibana seems very scared." Xiaotao held up the slightly trembling General Tachibana.

"Meow!"

When General Ju heard Xiaotao say that he was scared, he immediately perked up and tried his best to pretend to be relaxed.

"It's normal for animals to be afraid of this kind of astronomical phenomenon. Isn't Xiaotao afraid?" Hirosue was not interested in cats. Instead, she was curious about Xiaotao's behavior, which was no different from usual.

"The voice of nature tells me that they hate these guys! The friends I made before will definitely come to help us!" Xiaotao's face was full of seriousness.

Friends you made before?
Hirosue knew that Momo often went out to play with her animal friends, but as for how many animal friends she had, she had only arranged for someone to follow her for a period of time, so he wasn't sure.

"Then can you tell me how many friends Xiaotao has now?" Guangmo rubbed Xiaotao's head and asked gently.

Xiao Tao lowered her head and counted: "Twenty, thirty, fifty"

First line of defense.

A Moon Initiator was hit by multiple bullets from the ghost soldiers, half of his body turned black, his eyes were bloodshot, his breathing was heavy, and his face looked as if he was gritting his teeth.

"Sato! Wake up! Don't be controlled!" A teammate not far away noticed his abnormality and shouted.

It's just that he seems to be losing control.

"Why should you be on the front line while others can hide in the back?"

"Obviously, these people were our former heroes."

"The credit for the achievement belongs to Saga, it has nothing to do with you."

"As a transcendent, you must indulge yourself to your heart's content, only then you can live up to the power bestowed by God! Rules? Rules are for the weak! The existence of the strong themselves is the rules!"

The voice deep inside kept questioning him.

Until he was about to be completely overwhelmed by madness.

The talisman that had been pasted on his chest spontaneously ignited without fire. A strong pain brought him back to his senses instantly. For a moment, the black flames that had corroded his body seemed to scream and subsided a lot.

"Ha ha. Fortunately, the captain made preparations in advance. However, with the number of these ghost soldiers and their insidious tactics, the first line of defense can no longer withstand it."

He looked worriedly in the direction where Saga had been smashed down before, and could only faintly feel the vibrations coming from there.

Without the order from Saga, the on-site commander, they could not retreat directly unless the commander-in-chief took over directly.

"die!"

Not far away, in the ruins created by the fall of Saga and his warhorse, Saga, holding a huge white flaming sword, stabbed down fiercely.

With a scream, a black wave exploded and spread.

"Haha, how many times can you use this move?" Yoshiyuki Matsui didn't look distressed at all. He floated in the air and watched Saga tear apart the remains of the black horse.

Saga said nothing and looked unhappy.

"Everyone, pull towards the original target point."

"Yes!"

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief. They had tried their best. They were just a reinforced team and being able to hold out for ten minutes and test out the opponent's strength was already pretty good.

"Want to go? Did you ask me?"

Matsui raised the black knife and gave the order to charge.

"Long live! Long live!"

Most of the ghost soldiers who had just been hiding in the bunkers and fighting against the Moon Initiators raised their bayonets, forming a black crowd, and shouted as they charged towards the Moon Initiators.

"Why do I need your consent?"

Saga covered the ground with his palm, and in an instant, a large number of talismans that had been arranged in advance exploded one after another, filled with energy to restrain evil thoughts. A large number of ghost soldiers were blown to pieces, leaving no remnants and dissipated directly.

After the explosion, the smoke formed a temporary white barrier that blocked the attack of the remaining ghost army and even the spreading blood cloud.

At this time, Saga's team had already retreated to the north in an orderly manner.

Saga, who was at the rear, glanced at Matsui who was blocked outside the barrier, stretched out his white flame knife, pointed at him, and then turned and left.

“What an interesting descendant”

Matsui did not get angry but laughed instead, raised the black knife, and lightly slashed it across the white barrier.

Feng!
The barrier was broken in an instant, and ghost troops continued to reinforce from the rear. The ghost soldiers that had just been lost were replenished in a short time, and their number was still increasing.

"You're still so happy even though you're blocked, Matsui. As a striker, you're so careless. Don't make Lord Tojo unhappy."

Behind him, two dark shadows flew over, and one of them said sinisterly.

"Doihara, shut your mouth." said another black shadow.

"I'm sorry, Lord Hirota, I always speak my mind." Doihara laughed.

To those who knew him, this statement was a huge joke.

"I underestimated the enemy. I will naturally apologize to Lord Tojo later. But now, let us appreciate these dying and struggling younger generations." Matsui glanced at Doihara lightly, not seeming to care too much, and led the ghost army to chase in the direction of Saga's team.

The ghost army was like a black flood, submerging the streets in all directions. The explosives that had been set up early to explode one after another seemed to have only a slight delaying effect.

Tokyo Bay.

Self-Defense Forces command ship.

Yasuichi Abe watched the images coming from the front line in silence.

Centered around the Tokyo Soul Society.

A large number of ghost troops, under the cover of the blood cloud, spread in a circle like cancer.

To the north, the first line of defense has been breached.

To the east, the advance has just begun.

To the south, the Imperial Palace had been completely occupied.

In the east, Nakai Hayabusa led two people to attack proactively, and actually suppressed the ghost army. Is this the strength of the Holy Infant Society? It's so terrifying.

"Prime Minister, the enemy is about to reach the defense line. Do you want to allow us to launch a fire attack?"

Yoshida Hide, the nominal deputy commander and the actual commander-in-chief, walked up to Abe, bowed and made a suggestion.

Abe hesitated for a few seconds, but finally sighed and gave the order.

"All troops, fire all weapons to cover the attack, target: Tokyo."

(End of this chapter)