Foggy?

The older samurai glanced at it and shook his head casually.

"Isn't it normal for us to fog up here at night and in the morning?"

"If it doesn't show up one day, it's abnormal."

The older samurai didn't take it to heart at all.

"That's right."

"However, this wet feeling is too unpleasant."

"When the mission is over, how about we go have a drink?"

The young samurai nodded, and then, with a tacit smile on the young samurai's face, he lowered his voice at the older samurai and said, "I heard that they got a batch of 'new goods'. ”

"They're 'hunting' again?"

"I made an appointment before and said that we were together."

"How can you act alone again, really."

The older samurai began to cheer up when he heard this, and although his mouth complained, his eyes were full of joy and excitement.

"Because, the opportunity is rare, and it used to be possible to 'hunt' regularly, but now it has become random, and it is difficult to organize - those civilians really think of themselves as the masters of this country...... Bah. ”

The young warrior spat at the ground.

"Oh, just a bunch of fools."

"There are so many missing people every year, they can't afford to make waves."

"But this time it's your turn."

The older samurai said contemptuously.

For the old men like them, who have a long heritage and have been masters since the Warring States period, these civilians have never been regarded as adults.

You must know that in the glorious era of the ancestors, these civilians could be used to test knives at will, occasionally cook a bone tea, and listen to the screams of those civilians in the copper pot, which is elegant.

It's like now, and the wives and daughters of those civilians need to be tied.

It also costs money.

It really made him feel uncomfortable.

"If only I could revive the glory of our ancestors!"

The older samurai muttered under his breath.

Then, suddenly, he found that his partner was silent.

"Why don't you speak?"

"Isn't it just a treat?"

"Before, I asked ...... Belch! ”

The older samurai looked back as he spoke.

Then, he saw a tall figure wearing an ice hockey mask.

His partner had been decapitated, and his body had fallen to the ground.

A blood-stained knife was slashing at him.

The older samurai had a sword in his hand, and he subconsciously wanted to resist, but Jason's knife was too fast.

"Ahh

Burst!

The screams that stopped abruptly were abruptly stopped, and the head of the older samurai fell to the ground.

The other party's eyes widened, and he couldn't bat at death.

Jason didn't even look at the other party, just shook his hand.

The blood on the blade fell straight to the ground.

Then, he moved on to the next goal.

This group of targets was less than 100 meters away, but they were deaf to the sound of blades cutting, corpses falling to the ground, screams, and so on.

Yes, I really can't hear it!

[Mute Technique]!

The lineage of the temple plays a vital role at this time.

With the fog of [Fog Concealment], it is really a tiger for a person like Jason who has already surpassed the transcendent and is basically 'invisible'.

It's not just that the body is gone.

The sound is gone.

Perhaps the simple [Fog Concealment] Fog is far less powerful than the Poisonous Mist.

But depending on local conditions, sometimes the foundation can exert more power than you can imagine.

Just like at this moment—

One, two, three......

Under the shroud of the mist, these warriors died one by one.

And, of course, those ninjas.

Compared to a samurai in armor, a lightly armed ninja is easier for Jason.

Under the shroud of fog and under the cover of [Mute Technique], he can completely solve a team of ninjas with one [Charge] + [Whirlwind Dance].

It's simply not too easy.

Minutes and seconds passed.

The number of samurai and ninja is rapidly decreasing.

Ten minutes later, even a fool noticed that something was wrong.

"Attention! Note! ”

"There's something weird about that fog!"

The leading Onmyoji shouted loudly.

"Understood!"

"Understood!"

The samurai and ninjas also replied.

But? It didn't work.

The fog created by [Fog Concealment] has already merged with the fog that naturally appears around it.

Even if the samurai and ninja widened their eyes, they couldn't tell the difference.

Even, in a sense, they can't see clearly at all.

And then?

The knife flashed.

The skull flies.

A group of samurai took up back-to-back standing in order to be better able to defend themselves against unexpected attacks.

But? When the knife flashed.

And so the two heads flew up.

Plop, plop.

The bodies both fell to the ground.

A team of ninjas under the arrangement of their own leader? Be careful with the formation.

"Everybody be careful."

"It's a cunning hunter ......"

Looking at the quickly completed formation, what was the leading ninja just about to say? But that's not all there is to it? A large, strong hand pressed against his skull? Straight into the fog.

Smack.

The lead ninja's walkie-talkie falls to the ground.

"What happened?"

The Onmyoji asked loudly.

"Yes, yes...... Yes! ”

The slight stuttering sound travels over the radio, ending with a scream.

There was a radio, and everyone heard the screams.

Unconscious? Their bodies just shook.

Panic began to emerge from the hearts of these samurai and ninjas.

There was fear on their faces.

It's no different from the average person.

It's exactly the same.

Self-perceived ignorance of fear?

That's just when they face ordinary people with great strength.

When the gap in strength does not exist, they are just like ordinary people.

And when their strength is far below the target? What they endure is the fear that ordinary people face them.

Hunter vs. prey? Never absolutely.

When they came here? Everything was already predestined.

Burst!

"Ahh

Another radio-transmitted scream of death.

The remaining samurai and ninjas shuddered again.

How many times has this been?

How many people have died?

How many do we have left?

They're in the fog and fog? Can't tell the difference? How many people have died on their own side, and how many people are left.

And this deepened their fears.

"Don't panic!"

"It's his ploy!"

"Don't be fooled, everyone!"

The leading Onmyoji shouted loudly.

Jason, who was holding the radio, heard this reminder very clearly, and the corners of his mouth curled behind the mask.

As the other party said, he was creating panic.

Although he never paid attention to these samurai and ninjas, even if it was hard steel on the front, he could easily win, but the eleven onmyoji, Jason did not forget.

He knew very well that these samurai and ninjas were just 'bait'.

Bait to lure him out.

Bait to delay his actions.

The real killer move is those eleven onmyoji.

Standing in the shadows, Jason's gaze swept over the few remaining samurai and ninjas, and then his gaze began to lock on to the eleven onmyoji, and then, he took a deep breath.

The aroma of 'food'.

It's not rich enough, but it's enough.

These onmyoji have as few as one or two props that can be called 'food', and many of them are like the leader, who has four props that can be called 'food'.

This made Jason salivate.

He wanted to taste it.

By all means, it's delicious!

What I think in my heart is like substance, revealing from my eyes.

The eleven Onmyoji, especially the one in the lead, suddenly stood on end.

Dangerous!

The perception that is far beyond ordinary people's imagination makes them aware of the slightest uneasiness.

Repression!

Can't breathe!

The leading Onmyoji looked to the side, and more than a dozen Onmyoji around him looked at their leader at the same time.

After the eleven exchanged glances, they nodded quickly.

They knew they couldn't wait any longer.

Since the initial bait didn't work, it had to be hard.

Without any hesitation, the barrier was gone.

Although he agreed to the collaborators, by this time, the onmyoji of the Flower Blossom House couldn't take care of so much.

The three onmyoji chanted mantras at the same time.

A cold, tyrannical aura immediately appeared.

Subsequently—

Three 'ghosts' who were 3 meters high, red all over, with horned fangs on the top of their heads as sharp as daggers, were strong, and had a skirt that looked like animal skin around their waists, and a mace in their hands appeared.

Jason had seen it once.

The taste is even more memorable.

That's the taste of spicy duck neck.

Now, three more have appeared.

Immediately, Jason changed his mind about direct decapitation.

He stabbed the broad-bladed machete at his waist, and then, with a slight bow, shot out like a sharp arrow.

"Three ghosts are enough to entangle that guy."

The leading onmyoji said confidently.

Unlike humans, 'ghosts' are creatures that are very easy to find even in the fog.

Jason, a sword master with no name, just relied on this kind of ghost trick to catch them off guard.

Just find him.

Then everything will be different.

Thinking of this, the leading onmyoji said with more and more confidence.

"Now prepare for the next ......"

Bang!

Bang bang!

Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by a continuous muffled sound.

The eleven Onmyoji looked at the scene in front of them in horror.

The face was filled with disbelief.

What do they see?

They saw a figure rush out of the mist, and then, slamming into the 'ghost' on one side, and then, before the strength was gone, the 'ghost''s tall body crashed into the 'ghost' behind him, and the 'ghost' hit the third 'ghost'.

The huge power made the three 'ghosts' immediately become gourds rolling on the ground.

The body rolls.

The mace rolls.

However, the tall body quickly stopped.

It's not a voluntary stop.

Instead, he was grabbed by an ankle by a hand.

This hand is a little small compared to the ankle it was grasping.

But strength and tenacity are not comparable to this ankle.

Click!

With a crisp sound, one of the 'ghosts' had its ankles pinched off, and the other two 'ghosts' immediately followed suit.

The three ankles and three calves were twisted together by Jason as if they were twisted.

Jason grabbed it with one hand, and then, turning his head to look at the eleven onmyoji.

"Go on."

With these words, Jason dragged the three 'ghosts' back into the mist.

One as if nothing had happened.

However, the mace rolling off the ground told the eleven onmyoji that what they had just seen was the truth.

Just one face, and the three 'ghosts' were defeated.

Not only was he knocked down, but he was dragged into the fog.

Moreover, the whole process does not take more than two seconds.

They didn't even have time to react.

Woo!

The night wind blew, and the eleven onmyoji present suddenly shivered.

It's not just the night wind.

Their hearts are colder.

The scene just now was undoubtedly telling them that Jason's attempt to kill them would be easy.

It's like a raid just now.

What would have been the result if Jason hadn't targeted the 'ghosts', but them?

Die!

Recalling the speed Jason showed when he suddenly appeared and the strength he showed when he collided, this answer came straight to the bottom of the hearts of the eleven Onmyoji.

Without any hesitation.

A series of incantations appeared.

Defensive circles, one after another.

One on top of the other.

It wasn't until the eleven Onmyoji felt safe that they stopped.

The onmyoji who was the leader quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

It's not that he hasn't fought.

Relying on the superiority of numbers, he fought extremely smoothly in every battle.

Even, many times he doesn't need to make a move.

Just watch those samurai and ninjas make a move.

This time, facing the so-called 'Juggernaut', he knew that it was a completely different battle from the past, so he made quite a lot of preparations, and he was well prepared.

After all, there are three times as many people as before.

There are also ten onmyoji.

He thinks it's foolproof.

But now it seems that everything is what he thinks.

Suddenly, the leading onmyoji began to retreat.

It's just that......

Thinking of the patriarch.

He immediately dismissed such thoughts.

He didn't want to live or die.

So, only fighting.

And, there must be victory.

The leading Onmyoji glanced at the Onmyoji who still had fear in his eyes beside him, and immediately straightened his back and shouted loudly: "We were just caught off guard just now, now we have a solid defense, and we are already invincible, even if he is strong, it is impossible for him to break the defense of our eleven people with a single blow." ”

"And!"

"We also have our strengths!"

"Ordinary little 'ghosts' can't do it!"

"Then we'll summon the big 'ghost'!"

"Moreover, our Yin-Yang Technique is the most powerful!"

"As long as we keep our distance, we can consume him even if we consume him!"

"Don't forget your past experiences!"

"Now, it's all up to me!"

The leading onmyoji inspired more than a dozen onmyoji.

Jason heard.

However, he didn't care.

The flame rose in his hand, and the 'ghost' quickly became ripe.

The taste of spicy duck neck is here again.

And it's three spicy duck necks, and it's three times as happy as before.

90 points of satiety are credited.

Jason wiped his mouth and looked at the big 'ghosts' summoned by the group of onmyoji.

He is 10 meters tall, red and black, with knotted muscles and a hideous face, and the mace in his hand is five meters long.

At this moment, this big 'ghost' is walking straight towards Jason.

"What will you taste like?"

Jason was full of anticipation, and he didn't mean to avoid the edge at all, so he just stood there and waited.

However, Jason's gaze was to the side-

"Finally can't help it?"