Chapter 293 63: Eastern Front

"Honey, look at this weather, isn't it a bit strange?"

"What could be wrong? It's just cloudy. Or maybe a typhoon is coming. Don't be surprised. Go to sleep. We still have to work tonight. Those people might come back in the next two days."

In Tokyo, in an apartment, a couple secretly stayed in the apartment. After a busy night, they just fell asleep. The wife, who was more sensitive to temperature changes, was woken up by the cold first.

When she got up and secretly opened the curtains, she saw the blood cloud spreading around like a blood-red vortex. She felt that the air she exhaled turned into ice chips, her mind was a mess, and she lost her usual thinking ability. She only knew to run back to the bed and kept pushing her husband who had already started snoring to wake him up.

The husband complained a few words, turned over and went back to sleep.

"Do you think I've never seen a typhoon? This is definitely not a typhoon! It can only be explained by supernatural phenomena. Maybe it has something to do with the supernatural. Don't sleep! If we don't get up, we will really have to sleep for the rest of our lives!"

The wife was furious. It was her husband's idea that they secretly stayed here in the first place. Now this extraordinary disaster was about to befall her. She really wanted to strangle her husband to death for refusing to get up.

His wife was so noisy that the husband could only be drowsy. A gust of cold wind blew from nowhere, and he couldn't help shivering. He wrapped himself in the quilt, walked quickly to the window, and opened the curtains a little, but the bright sunshine of the past was not seen, only a little light came in.

In the distance, the strange blood-red vortex clouds covered the sky and the sun. It did not look like a natural landscape at first glance. Coupled with the early warning issued by the Special Affairs Bureau, the husband realized that he had lost the bet.

The extraordinary disaster did indeed arrive on time as the warning had predicted.

Damn Japanese officials, damn Special Affairs Bureau, they actually take human life so lightly!
If those people had been able to conduct a thorough investigation of each household, my wife and I would not have encountered the situation we have today and would not have been forced to move to a resettlement site long ago.

What a bunch of parasites! Traitors!

The husband cursed madly in his heart, his face turning blue and red.

"What should I do? What should I do now?!"

The wife kept urging him.

"Hide here, they won't find us. They won't find us." The husband thought hard, "We won't necessarily be in trouble if there's a fight between extraordinary people. If we hide well, we can survive. We can survive. We can survive here without those rubbish from the Special Affairs Bureau. With the money we've made these days, as long as we can hold on, we'll be rich in the future!"

The wife was barely calmed down by her husband's words, but the next second, she saw the crowd of people in military uniforms coming on the street outside along with the blood cloud.

"Why does this military uniform look so familiar?" The man wanted to take a closer look, but he saw someone in the crowd looked up and looked at him with a weird smile.

The man seemed to be frightened by something deep in his mind. He closed the curtains instantly, leaned against the wall, held his heart, and breathed rapidly.

"What were those just now? So many people, are they official?"

After a while, the wife came to her senses and asked in a trembling voice.

"I don't know if you should take out that flag, quickly."

The husband wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, shook his head, and waved his hand for his wife to get a flag.

But the next second, there was a loud slam on their door, like a slam on their hearts.

The wife stopped and looked at her husband in fear and hesitation.

"Go get it!"

The man had a ferocious look on his face.

Outside the door, the knocking became louder and louder.

The man covered his mouth and nose tightly and dared not speak.

After half a minute, the knocking seemed to stop.

The man trembled as he slowly moved to the door, about to look through the peephole to see what was happening outside.

But the next moment, the wooden door was like a piece of paper, as a pair of hands pierced through the middle, splashing sawdust, and then it was torn fiercely, breaking into several pieces of broken wood.

Standing outside the door were a few ghost soldiers with strange smiles on their faces.

"You knock on the door but no one answers. You don't act like a good citizen."

"Good, good citizen! I am a great good citizen!" The terrified man took the flag from his wife who had just walked out and quickly spread it out. "Look, look, I am a patriotic citizen! This flag was left to me by my grandfather! It is his pride!"

Several ghost soldiers looked at each other, and their expressions seemed to relax.

"Since you are devoted to your country, then..." A ghost soldier took two steps forward lightly, and with a smile, a hand instantly pierced through the flag, penetrated his flesh and blood, and grasped his heart, "offer your loyal and patriotic heart to the emperor."

"Ka, you can't."

The man's eyes widened and he slowly fell silent.

The wife collapsed, screamed, peed all over the floor, and fell backwards.

A few ghost soldiers laughed and slowly approached.

In less than a few minutes, several blood-stained ghost soldiers dragged two naked corpses and threw them on the ground, where they were trampled into a pulp by the marching ghost soldiers.

Such scenes happened all over Tokyo. Those who stayed behind with various thoughts were unable to resist the densely packed ghost soldiers and became their flesh and blood engines.

Fortunately, most people have been relocated, otherwise, who knows what kind of monster would be born out of a population of hundreds of millions.

In the sky, as the order to open fire was given, the artillery units that had already taken aim fired in unison. The shells whistled in, and amid the roaring sound, the big city of Tokyo once again recalled the fear of fire in the past.

Countless shells fell to the ground, and even residents in distant resettlement sites could feel the continuous tremors. The dull sound echoing in the sky made the crowd uneasy and panic-stricken.

A large number of incendiary bombs formed a fire path, like drawing an irregular circle in Tokyo.

Like other citizens, Ogawa Ayami received orders not to go out and could only stay at home. Looking at the ripples in the water cup, memories of the past came to her mind, making her breathing heavy and her face pale.

"are you sick?"

The puppy who had turned into a bottomless abyss and kept devouring fried noodles and bread burped and asked with his head tilted.

He had heard that humans could easily develop a condition called illness. When Ito Makoto was first thrown to those followers by him according to his sister's orders, he also had a pale face.

"Nothing, I'm just worried that those monsters will break through the defense line and attack us. However, if we gather the power of the whole country and even the extraordinary people in half of the world can't solve the enemy, we will have nowhere to escape."

Ogawa looked hesitantly at the pile of bread packages nearby.

After spending these days together, she was 100% sure that this seemingly well-behaved foreign boy was an extraordinary person.

However, at present, apart from being able to eat more and being stronger, it does not seem to have any strange abilities.

"Don't be afraid of those things."

The puppy glanced at the blood clouds outside the window, but didn't pay much attention to it and continued to eat his bread calmly.

Ogawa Ayami didn't know what he meant by "don't be afraid". Did he mean that he could be sure that the defense line could be blocked, or that he could escape in time?

However, the puppy is still a human being after all, so he should be safe from the supernatural disaster that the Special Affairs Bureau warned about, right?
Extraordinary Command.

"Director, the results of the shelling are out."

"This round of shelling used a variety of artillery methods, including self-propelled artillery, naval guns, and rocket launchers, mainly incendiary bombs. The first target was the ghost army between the first and second lines of defense, and the second target was the Tokyo Soul Revelation Society."

"Based on the results, in places where the blood cloud is not too thick, the power of the shells is only slightly weakened. However, in places where the blood cloud is thicker, the power of the shells is weakened more greatly."

"The blood film that envelops the Tokyo Soul Revelation Society has the ability to deflect artillery fire, and the explosives we buried inside have also lost their ability to detonate."

"According to the feedback from the army, the second round of bombardment will abandon the Soul Summoning Society and put all firepower into the areas where the ghost army is densely populated."

Kuroki listened quietly and pointed to a place where the ghost army was densely populated, which was the Imperial Palace: "What about the Imperial Palace? Doesn't Abe dare to give the order?" Reimi Hirata, who was responsible for contacting the Self-Defense Forces, nodded silently.

They definitely didn't want to bombard the Imperial Palace until there was still hope.

Under such outrageous firepower coverage, after one round, there won’t be a single intact building left in the Imperial Palace.

To be honest, Kuroki didn't want to see this happen.

But compared to these dead things, it is undoubtedly better to weaken the opponent's strength as much as possible, no matter what means are used.

Besides, ever since the frequent supernatural disasters in Tokyo, the emperor has been hiding in Kyoto for a long time and refused to come back.

She really couldn't have much respect for such an emperor. The Imperial Palace was bombed, so it was bombed.

By then, the entire core area of ​​Tokyo will be in ruins, with the Imperial Palace being the only one intact. The people may also be blown up.

"How's the situation in the east?"

Kuroki sighed inwardly and asked.

The direction of the Holy Infant Society was the one that had poured the least ammunition. Nakai Hayabusa and two other people were pushing back the ghost army's line. If they shot too much, they might hit their own people, so their main focus was to drive the ghost army in the east towards the area where Nakai Hayabusa was.

"It's fine for now, but the ghost soldiers at the general level of the ghost army have not appeared yet. According to the information sent back by Saga, the strength of the ghost general Matsui is stronger than him. With the blood cloud and the ghost soldiers, he is no match at all."

This news made Kuroki feel a little relieved.

At least, now we have gained an advantage in one direction, so what Nakai Hayabusa said before about supporting other directions can be realized.

The battlefield to the east.

Nakai Hayabusa was like an evil ghost from hell, with two sharp flesh thorns growing on his back. When he swung his sword, he could sweep away all the ghost soldiers around him.

If Toyokawa Kamikiyo was present, he would probably blurt out after taking one look: Oh my god, it's Hatsune Miku!

"Long live!"

"Long live!"

The ghost soldiers, led by a captain, rushed out from the ruins and took advantage of the gap when Nakai Hayabusa had just used his ultimate move to kill them close to him.

The squad leader's bayonet even stabbed into Nakai Hayabusa's body.

The hideous smile froze on the team leader's face. His bayonet, which was tainted with evil spirit, could not even leave a single scratch on the opponent's body.

Now it was Nakai Hayabusa's turn to grin.

"That's it?"

Snapped!
These people's heads burst like watermelons.

Listening to the wonderful sound, Nakai Hayabusa couldn't help but close his eyes and open his arms to enjoy it.

Over the years, he has been cultivating himself and leading the members to break through themselves.

But because he had some cooperative relationship with the Special Affairs Bureau, he didn't do anything messy. He stayed at home and suppressed himself.

And today, I can finally kill to my heart's content.

Even though they were just some unpresentable ghost soldiers, the feeling of crushing their heads was almost as wonderful.

It even feels better because it is harder.

Nakai Hayabusa opened his eyes again and looked not far away. It seemed that a head that was not so fragile had finally come to his door.

"Nakamura, cooperate with Watanabe."

After leaving these words, Nakai Hayabusa stomped his foot on the ground, causing a circle of smoke, dust and gravel to crack. He then ejected and rushed straight towards the figure that was obviously stronger than the average ghost soldier.

"Watanabe, follow me closely." Nakamura cheered up, threw away the big bag he was carrying, and shouted, "Armor fusion!"

A set of armor tore through the backpack and attached itself to Nakamura's body, forming a set of armor like that of Kamen Rider.

"Uncle Nakamura, isn't this outfit of yours a little too fancy?" Watanabe was speechless. Why did it look a bit like a dragonfly?

"This is the sixteenth edition design, the one I'm most satisfied with. If you don't understand, don't tell me. The green color looks so good." Nakamura waved his index finger at Watanabe, looking like Captain Dragonfly.

As long as you like it, it’s not something I’ll wear anyway.

Watanabe complained inwardly.

However, in order to make it easier for Nakamura to protect him, Watanabe's feet and arms were tied with iron armor. As long as Nakamura could react in time, he could take him flying all over the sky.

Although Watanabe's [Storm] ability can also briefly grant the ability to fly, the speed is not fast enough and the duration is not long enough, so it is better to leave it to Nakamura for protection.

After all, his main role is to serve as Nakamura's power bank.

The effect of one plus one being greater than two is achieved.

"careful!"

Watanabe saw a tiger pouncing towards him from the blood mist behind Nakamura.

瞬！
The two of them were suspended in the air. Nakamura's laughter was a little dull as it echoed through the armor: "Hahaha! I finally fished out a little cat like you. You think we're easy to bully, don't you? All the irons return to their origin!"

Steel manhole covers in the ruins gathered around Nakamura, and there were even a few high-voltage wires that were pulled off and pierced into him.

For a moment, he was the brightest star in the bloody sky, with arcs of electricity dancing and the iron objects floating around him outlining the shape of a sword.

The tiger chuckled a few times, and its body changed back to human form, emitting black air, and its eyes moved between Nakamura and Watanabe.

"I am Xiaoji."

Before he could finish his words, countless iron objects with arcs of electricity flew towards him.

"I call you a cat or a dog, eat my lightning!"

Nakamura waved his hand, his eyes flashing with lightning, as if the god of thunder had descended to the earth.

Xiao Ji's face darkened and he let out a roar. The sound waves actually slowed down the speed of the iron weapon's advance. He quickly took advantage of this opportunity to dodge left and right.

However, he still underestimated the iron weapon with electric light. After dodging for a while, he was injured all over his body.

"You guy, you are really disrespectful to our ancestors." Xiao Ji cursed viciously.

"You deserve to die for being an ancestor like this. Accept the punishment!"

Nakamura showed no mercy.

"Dongxiang, if you don't come out, you will have no chance!" Xiaoji shouted while dodging.

Watanabe was alert. A bloody shadow appeared just a few meters away from him. It had an expressionless face and opened its mouth, spitting out a mouthful of bloody phlegm, which scratched Watanabe's temple, leaving a scratch, and all his hair turned into nothingness.

"Tsk, what a pity."

Bloodshadow shook his head slightly, and then disappeared from the spot before Nakamura's lightning struck.

(End of this chapter)