"Look, what's that?"

"Towards the castle tower!"

"Is it a youkai?"

"There's someone in that golden light!"

"Report it!"

......

The entire Wuchuan City was in turmoil, and in the face of something powerful and unknown, they instinctively began to panic.

Fortunately, there are ashigaru patrols, and the situation can barely be controlled.

Onmyoji, with high-end forces such as shrine maidens and samurai, gathered their equipment, and prepared for a tense and fierce battle at any time.

Without any disguise, Dior fell straight down, the speed was not fast for himself, but for ordinary people, it was extremely fast.

The sense of oppression brought by this vast light and shadow and momentum makes people tremble and chill in their hearts.

Not to mention ordinary people, even if it is a high-end force such as an onmyoji, they are clenched with their hands and sweaty palms.

Their exorcism equipment was in their hands, but it still didn't give them a sense of reassurance.

In these chaotic times, strength reigns.

Anyone who dares to break into the castle and aim for the existence of the castle tower is absolutely confident in their own strength.

Even if you are a fool, you won't find your own death, will you?

“WRYYYYYYYYY！”

A low and deep groan sounded, and Dior's huge body landed lightly, stepping on the ground barefoot, his body bent slightly, one hand crossed his waist, the other hand hung down naturally, and he was still holding a small monster in his hand.

He faced the exorcists guarding the gate of the castle tower at a forty-five-degree angle, and the sun shone down and covered him with a golden glow.

The toned body full of strength and beauty is unreservedly displayed, and every muscle is interpreting what is the ultimate masculine aesthetic.

The blonde hair is obedient, the scarlet eyes are swept across, and the facial features are three-dimensional, as tough as a knife and an axe.

Translucent golden ripple energy circulates through the body, making it less human-like and more like a perfect god.

A light breeze spread around, spewing a thick white mist from his mouth.

In the early morning, the temperature was cool, but the temperature was about to rise, and the comfortable coolness surrounded everyone.

With a height of nearly two meters, he looked down on this group of small beings who were like a great enemy, his eyes were indifferent, and the two sides were speechless for a while when they met.

"You... You are the rumored foreign samurai, Dio. Brando? ”

With so many beings with extraordinary powers, most of them were well-informed, and after a few glances at Dior, he immediately recognized his identity by his face and figure.

"Hmm."

Dio casually threw away his evil opinion and said:

"I want to see your name."

He was not polite, and he raised his feet and broke into the castle tower.

The castle tower was usually the office of the daimyo and was not only a military defense facility, but also a symbol of political power and status, but on weekdays, the residence was actually a living house next to it.

It's not too early for such a big movement now, no matter what the habits of the daimyo of Wuchuan Castle are, they must be sitting in the castle tower at this time, waiting for the onmyoji to solve this matter.

Extraordinary power can only be fought against by extraordinary strength, and ordinary samurai who have not mastered spiritual power are encircled and suppressed, and no matter how much they go, it is useless.

The daimyo knew far more than others, so naturally he would not send ordinary people to die stupidly.

The more you know, the more cautious you become.

On the contrary, the more ignorant you are, the more courageous you become.

The transcendents would never just let Dio pass, even if they felt chills in their hearts, they moved their steps and blocked in front of him.

"Huh?"

However, Dior glanced at it with one look, and the coercion shrouded it, and this group of weak and unspeakable transcendents froze one after another, stood obediently, and then were casually pushed to the ground by Dior like a log.

"Wait for me, wait for me, wait for me!"

The evil saw that he moved his little short legs and hurriedly followed.

Do people really have aura?

In the last life, including the years when he lived and grew up in the world of JOJO, Dior thought that there was none.

At that time, in his understanding, the aura was a special momentum that was created.

Its own temperament, luxury cars and watches, famous brands and beauties, plus some bodyguards and the like, should bring out the so-called aura.

But as his strength slowly grew, Dior could now fully understand.

The aura that comes with its own strength is completely different from those fictitious aura.

When the strength reaches a certain height, the momentum rises, let alone shock others, even if it is killing people with their eyes, it is not difficult to make people feel gallant.

At the end of the day, it's all about the 3D property values.

If the essence value is too high, it will have a feeling of being at the top of the food chain.

Even if ordinary people can't feel it, their instinct will remind them that there is an existence in front of them that they can't be provoked.

In the same way, if the qi value is strong, it will really make people feel like a spring breeze, or face the cold winter.

And if the god value is high, that kind of oppressive force will naturally deter the existence with too much difference in strength, making people's minds swell, unconsciously being guided and toyed with.

This kind of aura is real but without traces.

Ascending the stairs and turning the hallway, without being led by anyone, Dio followed the life sense to the top floor of the castle tower.

The daimyo of Takekawa Castle sat cross-legged behind a desk, working on papers.

There were two samurai in full armor standing beside him, wearing hideous ghost armor, and they could not see their true faces.

The vitality is strong, much stronger than ordinary people.

There is also an onmyoji wearing a hunting suit and a black hat, handsome, in his thirties, also standing, with a charm in his hand, calmly and vigilantly looking at Dior who broke in.

In addition to these people on the bright side, there are also six hidden breaths in this space, which are faintly inaudible.

But in Dior's perception, the vitality of these hidden six people is like a light in the night, which is too conspicuous.

However, judging from this hidden ability, it is estimated that it is the so-called ninja.

"Dior. Brando. ”

The daimyo of Takekawa Castle frowned and muttered this strange name, foreign samurai, which is quite rare in this era.

Generally speaking, only the treaty ports in the Kyushu area have a large number of foreigners, and they are the most acceptable.

Daimyo and ordinary people in other places rarely see foreigners, and they don't treat these outsiders very much.

"What do you want for such a rude intrusion?"

The daimyo deserves to be a daimyo and has no fear when facing Dior.

is not only the reason for being in a high position for a long time, but also because in this overhead world, the daimyo itself is actually quite powerful, and his vitality is not inferior to the samurai next to him, or even stronger.

Dressed in a kimono, with a beard and a "bun" hairstyle on top of his head, he looked in his forties and was well maintained, but wrinkles still crept up his face.

The power of time, even if it is an extraordinary person with outstanding strength, few people can resist it.

"What do you think?"

The corners of Dior's mouth opened into a hideous smile, and his aggressive scarlet eyes made people immediately perceive naked malice.