At night, when the darkness has gradually begun to recede and the sun has not yet risen, it is the quietest time in the city when people who are engaged in nightlife begin to rest, and people who have to work and go to school have not yet woken up.

However, at this time, a strange hustle and bustle appeared in an inconspicuous corner of the city.

It is a grotesque, supernatural, and legend that does not belong to the world of ordinary people, and most people will never come into contact with another world in their lifetime.

At this moment when the boundaries of the world are blurred at the turn of day and night, a group of people are fighting.

The sound of metal knocking, the explosion of gunpowder, the destruction of buildings, the shouts of people...... Countless sounds are intertwined into an anomalous melody that seems to show the world a different side of the world.

But this is only delusional after all, road restrictions, intelligence blockades, expelling all irrelevant people, isolating everything from the outside.

This is the stage for exorcists, a realm that ordinary people can't set foot in.

"How? Can you still cope with it? ”

The Mohican-headed man, armed with a drill-like weapon, shouted in a gruff voice that matched his image, as he swung the drill and crushed the head of an evil spirit.

"Probably...... Let's do it! ”

In response, a high-looking teenager next to him was a good-looking high school student, holding a katana in his hand, and was struggling to fight the evil spirit in front of him.

There were a few more people next to the two, and they were either using cold weapons or using **, all of whom were engrossed in the battle against the evil spirits.

In terms of numbers, the evil spirits are several times that of them, but fortunately, the evil spirits gathered here are all type D evil spirits, and they are still within their range.

The number of evil spirits is decreasing at a rate visible to the naked eye.

The young man who was struggling to kill breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the obvious reduction of evil spirits, even though he had carried out several soul removal activities, it was still a little difficult to adapt to the appearance of flesh and blood flying and corpses everywhere.

"Squat! Kensuke! ”

The shout that suddenly remembered made the young man, Kensuke, do it without having time to think.

Just as he was crouching down, two evil spirits pounced from behind, and then I saw the Moxican-headed man raise his other hand without a drill, and in that hand there was a suitcase-like thing, and the suitcase opened and countless bullets shot out of it, and the evil spirits around Kensuke were emptied in the continuous gunfire.

"Mr. Iwabata!"

Kensuke, who had been saved, called the other party's name with some excitement.

"Don't get distracted when you're fighting."

"Yes!"

Kensuke, who had regrouped, once again faced the enemy.

The battle continued for a few more minutes, and the surrounding evil spirits were finally cleared, and just when they thought everything was all right, a big guy suddenly rushed out from behind the office building on the side.

"Type B, train!"

The flaming monster rushed out.

"Is there one here?"

Iwabata frowned, this train is not very big, but here are some exorcists who are not strong and novices, and if they don't handle it well, it is likely to cause casualties.

"Everybody, spread out!"

Iwabata immediately commanded the crowd.

"Kensuke, follow me, don't run around!"

"Yes!"

The crowd dispersed and prepared to take action, but before that time someone had already acted.

I saw countless spells flying from the air and entangled one of the train's feet, and suddenly the unbalanced train fell to the ground, and this was just the beginning. During the time it fell, countless spells gathered behind it, eventually forming a giant more than three meters tall.

"It's Kyoko's Shikigami!"

Seeing this rune paper giant, Iwaduan breathed a sigh of relief, it seems that the evil spirits in the nearby area have been cleaned up, so the other party can come here to support them.

Soon the Shikigami giant and the train staged a monster movie-like battle, but the performance of the battle was one-sided.

The train that had tripped in the first place didn't even have time to regain its strength before it was knocked down again by the Shikigami Giant, who threw punch after punch, and the fierce attack was like a heavy drum beat beating in people's hearts.

Soon the one-sided torture was over, and the runes that composed Shikigami after smashing the train's head with a single punch were scattered.

At this time, the manipulator of Shikigami at the back of the office building also came out, it was a girl who looked about the same age as Kensuke, she wore a pair of glasses, and her body looked very slender, very much like the literary girl in the library, and it was impossible to imagine that she was the manipulator of Shikigami just now.

"Thanks to your help, Kyoko."

"Nothing."

Kyoko waved her hand a little shyly in response to Iwabata's thanks.

"That's amazing."

Kensuke sighed, looking at the sword in his hand, even facing the evil spirit of type D is dangerous, and it is hard to imagine that the other party is a year younger than him.

"Don't care."

Iwabata patted him on the shoulder.

"Jingzi is a direct descendant of the Emperor of the Yin Yang Dao family, transferred from the Western Branch as a supplement to his combat power, and the training he received since he was a child is not comparable to a newcomer like you who has only been in contact with the spirit for a long time."

"yes."

Kensuke couldn't help but feel a little disappointed when he said this, but Iwabata seemed to notice this and smiled.

"But you're doing well as a newcomer, and it's great to be on a battlefield like this in a few months."

"Really?"

"Hmm."

Iwaduan nodded, but a hint of melancholy flashed in his eyes.

"If it weren't for the fact that the activities of evil spirits have become more and more frequent recently, how could such a newcomer go to battle."

"Mr. Iwabata, what did you say?"

"Nothing."

The evil spirits in this nearby area have finally been completely cleared, and the task of the strategy room is complete, and the retreating magicians have been ordered to regroup and prepare to close the team.

At this moment, a drunken man swayed out of the crowd. With messy hair, stubble on his face, and clothes that looked like he hadn't been washed in a long time, the man held a flat metal flask in his hand, and poured wine into his mouth from time to time. This image makes him look like a long-term alcoholic, out of tune with the atmosphere around him.

The people around him distanced themselves from him when they saw the man, and the man walked between them and didn't seem to care at all.

Still, someone rushed over, and Iwabata came up to the man and grabbed him by the collar.

"Hey! Bastard drunkard! ”

The voice of anger reached everyone's ears.

"Huh? It's Iwabata. ”

The man lifted his bloodshot eyes, as if only then did he notice that he was being caught.

"You guy! You're in charge of guarding your surroundings! Why didn't the evil spirit rush over without notice just now! Do you know what the consequences may be?! ”

If the man's appearance Iwabata could choose to ignore it, then he would never tolerate putting his companions in danger any longer.

"Oh. Isn't it that no one died? ”

The man said in a nonchalant tone.

"What!"

Iwabata shook his fist and was about to fight.

"Mr. Iwabata! Calm down a little! ”

Kensuke hurriedly ran over to dissuade him.

"Mr. Iizuna, don't say that again."

Kyoko also ran over to stop it.

"Humph!"

Iwabata threw the man to the ground, the disgust on his face undisguised, something he had never seen before.

"Rice Gang, if you don't want to do it, get out! There are no waste people here! ”

After saying that, Iwabata turned around and left, and the others left one after another, Kensuke and Kyoko glanced at each other, and finally followed the others as well.

The man, Iizuna, was lying on the ground like garbage. After everyone was gone, he slowly got up, picked up the flask that had fallen aside, took a sip, and then lay down on his back like a deflated ball.

At this time, the sun finally rose, but the warm sunlight could not illuminate the haze in the man's eyes.