Uesugi Kiyoshi opened his suddenly closed eyes, full of thought.

He had just taken a glimpse of it, and he had already seen that in the Hundred Ghost Picture Scroll, the portrait of a majestic man wearing a battle robe, stepping on a black fish, and riding a huge wave was gradually painted with color and rejuvenated.

That's the Lord of Arakawa, he's so sure.

Turning, he looked into the distance, and through the rusty walls, he seemed to feel something.

The heroes who have been silent for hundreds of years have returned to this world in another capacity.

His opponents... Who is it?

In addition to this question, at the same time, another question quickly occurred in his mind.

“...”

"Shingo Narumi is a real human being, yes..."

"However, he has awakened his power as the lord of Arakawa..."

"Isn't this the same as the return of the Lord of Arakawa?"

"Is this some kind of trick? How do ghosts break through the dream mirror and descend into the present world? ”

"Listening to what he said, the so-called reincarnation, the owner of the Hundred Ghost Picture Scroll also played a big role..."

"That look just now, if I didn't feel wrong, he took me for his [old friend]."

"That kind of person, I don't think it's easy to recognize the wrong person... So to speak... I..."

The mysteries are entangled one by one, like a huge messy ball of yarn, leaving Uesugi Kiyoshi at a loss to solve.

"Hmm... I can only hope that the journal will give me some information..."

"I had a bold idea... But it's not sure if it's real..."

Shaking his head, dismissing distractions, and responding to the somewhat worried eyes of the two behind him, Uesugi Kiyoshi pressed the headset in his ear.

"Qinglian... Maki, come back, come to my place, I should have found the main master. ”

"There is a thick wall in the underground reservoir, three exits, exactly one for each person, I will mark the location for you, surround it, block the entrance, don't let them go."

"I should have been discovered, the movement is too big, I'll go first to find out the situation, you guys as soon as possible."

After casually explaining a few words, and getting a positive response, he slammed his fist on the door.

The heavy iron door was smashed open with a punch, and the unpleasant smell mixed with the smell of blood came to his nose, making Uesugi Kiyoshi frown.

It's not a lot of surprises.

Countless fish-men had their heads crowded, the air was extremely humid, the sky was full of water vapor, and there was a disgusting slime scattered on the ground, like a tribe of alien races.

The space here is extremely large, and the underground reservoir used to discharge and store water is about 200 meters long, nearly 100 meters wide, and more than 20 meters deep, which is already a small lake.

Some familiar figures were kneeling on the shore of the reservoir, their heads touching the ground, chanting words.

It is the bait "beautiful scale" that Kiyoshi Uesugi released.

Uesugi Kiyoshi swept his eyes and turned around, already counting in his heart.

According to the archives of the Collectibles Society, the so-called "deep divers", that is, the "Kannon people" recorded in ancient Japanese books, these amphibian fish-people are loyal followers of "Hydra" and "Dagon".

They mostly come from the hybridization of deep divers and ordinary humans, and will survive in the state of ordinary humans until they reach adulthood, but once they encounter "special circumstances", they will gradually incarnate into "deep divers" with amphibian characteristics, and at the same time have some instinctive extraordinary abilities, and their personalities become violent and impermanent, bloodthirsty and ferocious, feeding on people, and losing their minds.

These special circumstances include, but are not limited to, "mental stimulation", "psychological stress", "contact with the kind", and "divine summoning".

The hundreds of deep divers in this room should be all the inventory that Kannon has been working on in Tokyo for so long.

These creatures who have stepped into the door of the transcendent provide faith that is a rare tonic for the gods.

As Uesugi Kiyoshi had seen, the fish-men were following behind Mei Scale, kneeling and praying.

And in the middle of the reservoir, a lifelike statue of Hydra stands proudly, as if looking down on the world.

Uesugi Kiyoshi clearly felt that as soon as he stepped into here, the eyes of the statue of the hydra seemed to come to life, and the eighteen snake pupils looked at him in unison, and quickly returned to normal.

It seems that it has been thoroughly discovered.

A thought turned in his heart, and Uesugi Kiyoshi immediately made a decision.

How do you make the enemy uncomfortable? What he wants to do, don't let him do it.

Is this gathering people to pray, gathering faith?

Then I'll kill all your followers, sabotage your meetings, smash your idols, and look at you... I can't help it.

In case you can't help it, the coordinates of the Dream Mirror are leaked, and the Dream Weaver of the Collectibles Association is not for eating rice, lock on to the target in minutes, and send Uesugi Kiyoshi into Hydra's Dream Mirror, then things will be simplified.

The rest is solved with a sword.

The logic is smooth, the steps are clear, and there is nothing to say.

Uesugi Kiyochi waved his hand.

"I'll go find the trouble in the lead, the fishmen left and right, you help me clean up, don't keep your hands, I don't want this kind of thing to live."

"Kill!"

This word seems to be soaked in blood for three days and three nights as ruthless and decisive, Shangquan Rin obeyed the words of the "senior brother", Liu Longren himself is also here to help, and he is also quite interested in killing this kind of deep diver who is not a human being, at this time the leader spoke, the two of them did not make a difference, a knife, a wild knife separated from the left and right, with a shining sword light and rushed away, like two galloping arrows, pierced into the crowd gathered by the divers.

While the frost is in the sky, the sword light is horizontal.

The riot was immediately born, and as it intensified, the ritual of sacrifice was interrupted, and Mitsumi stood up with a twisted body like a snake, her eyes full of anger, and her golden eyes stared at Kiyoshi Uesugi's face.

The room was full of fish, and she was a snake, and it was obvious that she was the leader.

Hydra also generally exists in the form of a "snake", and this woman is a snake, and she is at least a high priest or something.

In other words, she should have the ability to communicate with the "gods".

Uesugi Kiyoshi turned a blind eye to the tragic slaughterhouse on the left and right, and walked to the edge of the reservoir step by step without hurrying or rhythmically.

Behind him, a gray withered ghost hand suddenly appeared, with a full mirage, crushing all the heads of all the fishmen who dared to stand in his way.

For some reason, Uesugi Kiyoshi can do the same thing as an arm command for this ghost hand from the Ibaraki boy, and it is very useful to use it repeatedly against the enemy.

He walked slowly for half a minute before pacing in front of Mei Scale.

Ignore the blood flowing around you, and the malicious fish-man gaze.

Uesugi Kiyoshi raised his eyes slightly, his face was calm, and he sighed.

"Fifty meters underground, there is definitely no signal on the mobile phone."

"Before I came, I instructed the internal service team to cut off the frequency of all electronic communication fluctuations around us, except for our internal channels, your news will never be transmitted through electronic means."

"It's wishful thinking to expect that Yamamoto card to save you."

He turned his head slightly, looked at the fish-men who fell like wheat, and shook his head helplessly.

"You've been operating in Tokyo for a long time with an alien race of this size, right?"

"Are you very distressed about losing one?"

"This is a natural fanatic, a faithful cannon fodder who expands the territory for your gods."

"How..."

"Do you want to... Ask your master for help. ”

Uesugi Kiyoshi smiled slightly, his expression like a great demon who lured humans into the abyss.