Imperial Palace.

Located in the most central area of Tokyo, this area has been the residence of successive emperors.

The perimeter is surrounded by a solid wall, about three feet high.

Inside, pairs of patrol phalanxes are in good order.

There is no expression on their faces, and patrolling is just a job for them.

Everything is as sparse and ordinary as drinking water and eating.

The bell rang at zero o'clock, and it was extremely clear in this dense night.

The patrol stood together, and it was time for the changing of the guard.

At the edge of the phalanx, this imperial palace guard with a spear and armor and glasses is called Fu Traitor Yibo.

According to him, he used to be a cartoonist.

Later, he became famous, and indulged in playing mahjong all day long, and after his death, he was favored by the god of Kunitsu and accepted as a member of the imperial palace guards.

If you are diligent and updated, you may be able to find a higher position.

The two patrol teams are handing over in an orderly manner.

After the handover, the rich traitor came to the city wall, took off his helmet, and put it on the wall.

This thing is like an iron lump, heavy.

As long as there is no leader to check the post, it doesn't matter if you wear it or not.

Besides, the gods are very busy every day, and they don't have the time to make rounds.

Occasionally, it's a walk-around scene.

The captain of his own team informed everyone in advance, and he endured it and passed.

"Wow~Wow~"

A terrible crow crow came.

The rich man scratched his neck, feeling that something was not right.

Outside the Imperial Palace, there is a guarded residential area with three layers of sentry posts.

Outside the river, there is also a protective circle.

Even in the Imperial Palace, there are several layers of magic circle protection, which is impregnable.

On weekdays, he'd never seen a bird here, but that's the case today?

The rich traitor leaned on the city wall secretly, thinking it was a crow on the periphery.

Later, if you hit the protective cover of the circle, you will probably fly away.

"Wow~Wow~"

The crow's screams grew more and more, mixed with other strange sounds.

The rich traitor stopped, thinking it was very strange.

Well?

With a terrible scream, he realized that something was wrong.

Bang bang bang!

The sky was obscured by a large area of black, and an extremely large number of crows were crashing against the protective shield of the circle.

It's like a door-to-door debt collector, constantly knocking on the door.

The shrill and piercing cry made the rich traitor very uncomfortable.

He crouched down with his ears covered, trying to pick up the helmet at the top of the wall.

Unexpectedly, when his hand reached out like this, he actually pulled the helmet out and fell under the wall.

Tsk, damn it!

If this helmet is lost, this month's salary will have to be deducted again.

If you don't have money, how can you play mahjong?

"Hey, Yamada, help me watch it, I'll go down and make it easier. ”

After the rich traitor finished speaking, he was a little embarrassed when he saw that his colleagues did not respond.

Yamada stood in place, staring out of the city with a blank gaze.

From that piercing scream, he knew where it came from.

Many years ago, he hacked to death a night crow slaughtering a village with a firewood knife.

The scream, the blood, had appeared many times in Yamada's dreams.

It's just that this time the cry is stronger, and the hatred in the tone is deeper.

Like a spear, piercing people's hearts mercilessly.

"Hey?" the rich traitor stretched out his hand and shook it in front of his colleagues: "Can you hear me?"

Yamada swallowed a mouthful of saliva with some difficulty, and barely managed to squeeze out a sentence: "They...... It's coming!"

"What's coming?"

The rich traitor had never experienced the Heian era when demons and ghosts were rampant, and he reluctantly poked his head out and looked out of the city.

The perimeter of the Imperial Palace was shrouded in darkness, and only the vague outline of the river could be faintly discerned.

He looked closely, only to see several figures flying in the air.

The figure was as dark as the night, as cold as a falcon, and it exuded the smell of death.

They flew closer and closer, almost within range of the circle's protective shield, but quickly circled away.

"Heavenly ...... Tengu?"

The red nose, like the wings of the night, will not be mistaken.

The rich traitor muttered, "Did you see it!, ah? Those are tengus!"

Yamada froze in place, finally coming back to his senses by this shout: "Quick! Hurry up and ask Sensoji Temple for help!"

"Night attack, night attack!" a terrible scream rang out across the river.

The defenders of the Imperial Palace finally realized that something was wrong and began to sound the bells and alarms.

The sound of weapons clashing, screaming, chanting spells, all mixed in.

The guarded residential area on the periphery has become a mess.

The fires that were ignited were quickly extinguished.

The attackers have a clear purpose, and the endless darkness is their best disguise.

The rich traitor leaned against the wall, like a hunted animal, gasping for breath.

Suddenly there was a distant, faint and intermittent chime.

In this night, it seems extremely ironic.

Soon, the intermittent chiming of the bell was completely silent.

The warning point in the outlying residential area has fallen.

Many of the guards who were still resisting fought and retreated.

They were the guards of the Imperial Palace who had just changed the guard and had not yet arrived at home, and they all had a disgraced face, shouting: "Open the door, open the door quickly!"

The rich traitor propped himself up on the wall and looked down.

Most of them hung up their colors and looked embarrassed.

The riots in the outer districts finally caused a response from within the Imperial Palace.

From the east and west, the continuous firelight was like two fire dragons, along the sides of the palace, towards the main city gate.

The city gate opened a crack, and the guards hurriedly entered, their faces pale: "It's ghosts and demons, there are too many!"

"The sentry didn't know what was going on, and there was no warning at all. ”

"In other words, if it weren't for them, would the periphery fall?"

"Could it be that the ghosts attacking at night are too fast to warn?"

Their gossip exacerbated the tension of everyone present.

"Shut up!"

The generals who arrived inside the imperial palace silenced the defeated army with a single voice.

He was wearing the armor of a neon ancient samurai, and waved his hand: "Have you notified Sensoji Temple? Call all the Kunitsu gods near Tokyo!"

"Lord Hui, I'm already doing it. ”

"Open the magic circle and swear to live and die with the Imperial Palace!"

"Co-exist and die!"

......

It was early in the morning, and the moonlight was faint.

The living quarters on the outskirts of the Imperial Palace soon died of screams.

The fire was quickly extinguished by the Night Raiders.

Even the electric lights, which can illuminate, have been completely destroyed.

It was already pitch black outside the city.

Only the light bulbs on the city walls were intertwined, emitting a dim yellow light, and it seemed lonely.

Seeing that a general came forward to organize the overall situation, the rich traitor breathed a sigh of relief and sat on the ground along the wall.

He couldn't go out of the city to pick up that helmet.

The wall with lights on looks like a hunter holding a lantern in a dark forest.

In the dark where the light does not shine, a pair of eyes are staring at each other.

It seems that the moment the flame is extinguished, it will rush up desperately!

......

Somewhere on the outskirts of the Imperial Palace, a fox demon held a man in a white coat.

Faced with the strange gazes cast by some monsters, Ronan greeted with a shy face: "Hey, brother, it's all my own people." ”