"This idiot !!"

"Araki Senpai ......"

On Showa Avenue in the rear, seeing Sosuke Araki's "suicidal" move, Abeji and Kengo Yamada were stunned.

However, they had no time to do anything, and could only watch in despair, the tornado that destroyed the world disappeared into that small back......

"Wait?!"

"Am I dazzled?"

As everyone expected, the picture of Sosuke Araki being turned into meat by a tornado did not appear.

Instead, the black giant tornado, after being hit by the locomotive, turned into a few wisps of wind and drifted away without warning as if it had never appeared......

And inside that tornado, almost the entire Taito Ward gathered a thick resentment that condensed into a liquid, and frantically poured into Sosuke Araki's body.

However, even though the wind was light and the black fog dissipated, the debris of the buildings and countless ghosts in the sky still fell towards him from the sky.

"If, even the world can't accommodate me......"

Seeing this strange scene above, Sosuke Araki's face reflexively swelled with black runes.

The thick liquid resentment entered his body, making him, who was already drunk, more and more crazy.

It's like a drunkard who has been drinking a hundred years of wine in a row, and then realizes that he is going crazy.

“…… Then simply, let me crush the world!! ”

Angry white light ignited from the depths of his pupils, gradually spreading throughout his eye sockets, erupting like substance.

As soon as the black rune climbed up to his face, it shattered into a dark red under the impact of white light.

"Uhh......h

The blazing white light in Sosuke Araki's eyes collided and canceled out against the black runes that wriggled along his neck.

He entered a state of delicacy in which he lost his mind and acted only on instinct.

In his heart, he only remembered one thought.

Just like every late night when I get off work, I rode the motorcycle and followed the dark and familiar path in front of me to return to the Kuramae apartment......

Return, your only refuge.

"Boom Boom Boom Boom ......"

The "Sengoku Samurai" roared and raised his head, and jumped high with the help of a raised piece of road at his feet......

On Sousuke Araki's back, a pair of huge black lava arms roared out, sending the black-and-white locomotive glide forward as if it had gained wings......

At the same time, a furious and continuous fist wind like a Gatling machine gun slammed into the night sky behind him.

Dense goblins, building debris, and vehicle wreckage were all reduced to nothingness under this terrifying punch.

At this moment, the wind and the moon are silent, and the Ten Thousand Buddhas are in the dynasty.

In the night sky of Taito Ward, the Leonid meteor shower blew up.

"Cheng ...... Becoming a Buddha? This amount? ”

"That's what ...... Is that guy's real strength? ”

"That's right, that's what I know, Mr. Araki......"

In the light and rain in the sky, Sosuke Araki's figure spread his wings and soared in the air, making everyone unable to take their eyes off.

"Who is this guy?!"

In the air, Yan Feng Jiro, who was originally expressionless, opened his mouth wide in gaffe, looking at the ghost that was shattered into countless points of light scattered under the black fist.

Although he didn't quite understand the meaning of those ghostly stumps shining white and flying in the night sky, why he still had to put his hands together......

However, this is the four tornadoes he deliberately manipulated, encompassing almost the entire grievances of Taito District, and absorbing thousands of ghosts and resentful spirits!!

Just when he dodged the invisible arrow, he said that it was gone?

His gaze was fixed on the back of the cyclist like an eagle.

"Hey, it turns out that if you are as strong as Your Excellency, will you also be injured?"

The clothes on the rider's back had been torn into strips of cloth under the scraping of various wreckage and debris.

Dense and blood-soaked wounds were revealed.

"No matter where you are sacred, as long as you have a weakness, even if you are a god, I will kill you!"

Stabilizing his mind, the green tendons on Yan Feng Jiro's face exploded, and a violent wind began to gather around him.

"No one...... Can...... Deter...... The bloom of the flower of evil!! ”

Several gusts of wind turned into invisible arms, rolled up several cars parked on the road, and smashed them towards Sousuke Araki in mid-air.

Seeing that it was difficult for the "divine power" to take effect directly, Tokuhojiro calmly adopted what he thought was the most effective means.

In mid-air, the "Sengoku Samurai" tapped on a piece of wreckage that had not yet fallen, and jumped in the other direction with the help of his strength, narrowly avoiding a smashed car.

Jump overtaking!

However, the shattered window glass still brought fine blood marks on Sousuke Araki's body.

"Hey, I see how many more times you can hide!"

As if grasping some key, Jiro Yan Feng in the night breeze waved his hands rhythmically as if conducting a symphony.

One car after another, with the rhythm of his hands waving, was constantly swept up by the wind and struck towards Sosuke Araki.

Even though the samurai of the Warring States were hoarse and tossed and moved as swiftly as wild beasts......

But the residue that passed by still left wounds on his body, like a Go game, eating away at his space of activity little by little.

"It's not good, if it goes on like this, that guy will be unavoidable!"

In the distance, looking at Sousuke Araki, who was moving forward in the "car rain", the space for movement was getting smaller and smaller, but he still did not slow down at all, Abeji frowned.

Not far from him, the little bird Yu Zhengong stopped pulling the bow at some point, and was clasping his hands in front of his chest, closing his eyes and muttering something silently.

"I am the only one who can defeat you......"

"Zheng."

Squeezing out the last trace of spiritual power in his body, the sun and moon twin knives on his waist hung out of their sheaths, and galloped towards Sosuke Araki against the ground.

"Don't, stop here for Lao Tzu!!"

In mid-air, looking at Sosuke Araki, who had just avoided a huge piece of concrete, Jiro Yanmine's eyes were as sharp as an eagle, and a look of excitement flashed.

“…… CHECKMATE！ ”

Under his prediction, another large truck, which had been swept up by the wind, took a step ahead and smashed towards the only foothold of the annoying locomotive.

Seeing that the samurai of the Warring States had nowhere to draw on their strength and was about to turn into mud under the heavy truck, a pair of katanas ghostly appeared under their tires.

"Boom, boom, boom......"

The tires of the locomotive spun at high speed to borrow a little bit of strength from the two knives, and the samurai of the Warring States changed directions, narrowly avoiding the deadly heavy truck, and ran towards the Kuramae apartment not far away.

"Run? Can a rabbit on the ground escape a goshawk in the air? ”

Yan Feng Jiro naturally would not let the other party get his wish.

“…… This time, I must finish you here!! ”

Like a falcon consuming the power of a prey in the night sky, he spread his wings and followed the "white rabbit" running below, constantly manipulating the whirlwind with both hands, rolling up all kinds of things and chasing the locomotive to smash it.

After landing, he was blocked by the broken traffic on the road and the broken terrain crushed by the tornado, but Sousuke Araki's activity space was not as flexible as flying in the air.

And the pair of black arms behind him, who seemed to be only interested in ghosts, "finished the work" early and retracted into his body.

In the face of the various wreckage that continues to attack like a heavy cannonball, Sousuke Araki, who is only concerned about accelerating his head, the situation is becoming more and more precarious.

"Kami-sama......"

Behind Showa Avenue, even though the situation is precarious, Kotori Yumakoto still folds his hands in front of his chest, praying with his eyes closed reverently.

Because my grandfather said that if you pray with your heart, the gods will definitely respond.

The Akagi Himemei-sama, whom she enshrines, is revered for responding to women's wishes.

I am, the Birdie Family, the inheritor of the inheritance.

I'm the current and only full-time shrine maiden at Akagi Shrine.

I am, a dignified exempt level [II] soul slayer, a bird swimming in a true bow.

Akagi-sama, when Mr. Araki-sensei needed help, I was unwilling to let myself be just, a burden to him.

"Even if it's only this time, please give me the strength to fight side by side with Mr. Araki......"

"Buzz ......"

As the girl whispered a prayer, the long worn knife that had been silent at her waist all night suddenly trembled violently and let out a loud chirp.

"July and July rain?"

Akagi Three Artifacts, Demon Blades, July Rain......

Request to play!

“…… You also want to join me in guarding Mr. Araki's back, right? ”

The little bird Yuma Bow was stunned for a moment, and then with an excited smile, he carefully grasped the soft handle wrapped in leather.

Unlike the demon bow crying and the withered hook jade, as the head of the three artifacts of Akagi, the most arrogant demon knife Qiyu who has not been unsheathed for hundreds of years is the only artifact that has not responded to her.

It was the July rains, the first time in response to her prayers.

"Zheng."

Before he could exert his strength, the July rain almost came out of the sheath on its own against the girl's palm.

"It's ......"

Looking at the July rain drawn out of his hand, the little bird You Zhen showed a look of surprise.

"It changes like a drizzle in July, hence the name, July rain."

As a full-time shrine maiden at the Akatsune Shrine, she once quietly imagined before falling asleep that if it was the July rain pulled out by her own hand, what would it look like as a sword.

However, the July rain in her hand now is not what she imagined, any kind of knife.

Rather, this is not a "knife" in any sense at all.

It was one, the only one she could see, with a trunk as thick as jade and a head as sharp as a serpent's teeth......

Giant bony arrows.

"I see......"

When she met the devil, her grandfather's whisper in her ear clearly came to mind.

"I am a little bird swimmer, and I still have a secret arrow, which has not been granted to you ......"

Without hesitation, the little bird You Zhengong held his breath and put the July rain in his hand on top of the huge demon bow and weeping.

"It's not that I'm selfish, but this arrow can only be used by someone who has the approval of the three artifacts of Akagi. Except for the first shrine maiden of the bird's tour, there is no precedent. If you can't use it, it is easy to shake your faith and miss it for life......"

At this moment, she finally understood why the demon bow was crying so much.

Because only such a huge bow is qualified to ride the giant arrow that the July rain turned into.

"Hoo ......"

The whole body of the little bird You Zhengong surged out of majestic spiritual power, and calmly followed the movements of the eight knots of the archery, stepping on, carcassing, fighting, inducing, meeting, and leaving......

In the eyes of others, the hand in which she should have held the arrow was still empty, and the movement of the bow and arrow was the same as before, but it was more slow.

The arrows stretched out like a bright moon.

When the moon wheel was consummated, she closed her eyes indifferently.

Because, this arrow, no need to use eyes.

The translucent string of withered hook jade on the chest swayed gently with the wind, lighting up one by one.

In the boundless darkness, the idea of the little bird Yumagong extended infinitely towards the night sky, firmly locking on to a figure in mid-air.

Then, as if stroking the strings, she gently let go of her hand.

"Boom."

In the crisp string sound as always, the invisible July rain disappeared into her hands without warning.

All that remained was the empty bowstring, still echoing in the air.

"Poof."

High in the sky, Yan Feng Jiro, who was spreading his wings, suddenly appeared a huge blood hole in his body, penetrating his right chest.

"Woo woo woo ......"

The end of the crying sounded in his ears like an afterthought.

It was as if an invisible arrow teleported and ignored the space and hit him with precision.

Secret Arrow: Eagle None.

Writing Little Bird Swim, read as Eagle None.

The sky where birds frolic and play cannot accommodate the figure of a goshawk.

"Uhh......h

Like a goshawk shot by a hunter, Jiro fell sharply towards the ground.

"Impossible...... It couldn't be ......."

The stout arrow in his chest, invisible but tangible, was like a vampire's fangs, draining all the power out of his body before disappearing mercilessly.

"Buzz ......"

With the sound of the sword, July Rain didn't know when, but it actually returned to the scabbard on the waist of the little bird Youzhen, as if it had never been unsheathed.

In mid-air, the last scene that Yan Feng Jiro saw before he was confused was the hateful locomotive, like a wild horse that had escaped from the reins, rushing straight towards the Kuramae apartment not far away.

……

Above the Kuramae apartment, the dark red gates of hell are still dripping with endless resentment.

But because of the two terrible beings outside the door, no more ghosts dared to pour out of it.

The soul slayers around the apartment had not yet recovered from the threat of the hundred-eyed true pupils, and fell to the ground crookedly.

Above the rooftop, Ichiro Tokimoto and Kobo, the only ones who remained conscious, were closing their eyes tightly and grasping every second to accumulate spiritual power in their bodies.

Above the night sky, in front of the gates of hell, Mochizuki Ayano, who was dominated by the "Hyakmeo Oni", was still in a stalemate with Takumi Fujiwara, who was descended by the "Meiji Emperor".

At this moment, pieces of golden chrysanthemum divine power formed a chain-like appearance, firmly wrapped around her in the form of a "tortoiseshell binding".

But the full moon that turned into golden eyes in the night sky was constantly descending the moonlight, corroding the chrysanthemum chains on her body.

"Hey, Meiji...... Is it really okay to just go on with me......"

Mochizuki Ayano's blue eyes narrowed slightly, as if she was resisting some kind of sleepiness that continued to attack.

"My eyes, but I can see clearly, there is not much divine power left in your glass god's body......"