novelraw Chapter 104 : Assault, Target the Imperial Palace!
Chapter 104 : Assault, Target the Imperial Palace!
Chapter 104: Assault, Target the Imperial Palace!
He casually tore off a chunk of armor plating from a tank, kneaded it into a ball like tearing paper, and hurled it viciously forward.
“Breakfast time’s here, trash!”
Gang Tianmeng laughed wildly as he took huge strides and charged into the crowd.
Gang Tianmeng was like a humanoid bulldozer.
Even when hit by countless bullets, even when set ablaze by Molotov cocktails, his speed did not slow in the slightest.
Pain Conversion made him fight harder and harder; every wound transformed into even more terrifying power.
He threw a punch, and the air in front of him was compressed into a shell.
Bang!
More than a dozen believers were blasted directly into a mist of blood.
……
At the same time, outside Sakurada Gate of the Imperial Palace.
“So filthy.”
Abe Qingtian covered his mouth and nose with a folding fan, looking at the charging rioters with disgust.
He lightly flicked the fan.
“Shikigami·Yuki-onna.”
Whoosh——
A frigid wind suddenly rose.
The previously clear sky abruptly began to release goose-feather snow.
The several hundred believers rushing at the front suddenly became stiff.
Frost formed on their eyebrows, and their blood froze.
In just a few seconds.
Hundreds of lifelike ice sculptures stood in the square, their faces still frozen in the ferocious expressions of their charge.
“Such sculptures have no sense of beauty.”
Abe Qingtian snorted coldly.
“Enough nonsense.”
Tsuchimikado Rin beside him drew her blade from its sheath, her figure moving like lightning.
“Break!”
A flash of blade light.
Hundreds of ice sculptures shattered instantly, turning into a ground full of red ice.
And behind the two of them, countless black shadows writhed.
Night Parade of a Hundred Demons!
All kinds of shikigami and yokai were summoned. Though they were far less powerful than those of myth, against ordinary people it was simply slaughter.
Kamikaze weasels darted through the crowd, severing countless heads.
Wanyūdō rolled across the streets, leaving scorched tracks behind.
This was a massacre.
An utterly ruthless crushing of mortal numbers by transcendent power.
……
Ginza direction.
Sakamoto Ryuji was swaggering right down the middle of the road.
Around him was a dense storm of bullets.
Several hundred fully armed special police officers were firing at him like mad.
But a bizarre scene occurred.
Those bullets seemed to have eyes, always “just happening” to avoid his vital points.
Brushing past his ears.
Passing through his pant legs.
Two bullets even collided midair and ricocheted away.
“So this is fate.”
Sakamoto Ryuji tossed a coin into the air and whistled.
“Heads, I win.”
Clink.
The coin landed.
Heads up.
Boom!
An armored vehicle that had been speeding straight toward him suddenly blew a tire, lost control, and overturned.
The massive body swept across like a bowling ball, crushing the special police hiding behind cover into paste.
Not only that.
The overturned armored vehicle snapped a roadside high-voltage power pole.
Zzzzt——!
The high-voltage cables fell like venomous snakes, landing squarely on another armored vehicle.
The current instantly detonated the ammunition inside.
Rumble——!
Chain explosions erupted.
The entire street turned into a sea of fire.
Sakamoto Ryuji lit a cigarette in the blaze, took a deep drag, but was choked by the smoke and started coughing.
“Cough cough… really harsh.”
He stepped over the corpses strewn across the ground, strolling toward the Imperial Palace like a sightseeing tourist.
Behind him were countless pursuers who had died due to “accidents”.
Luck, sometimes, was more despair-inducing than strength.
……
Imperial Palace, Nijūbashi Bridge.
This was the final checkpoint leading to the core area.
It was also the most heavily defended place.
Three steps to one post, five steps to one sentry.
There were even laser sensor grids and thermal imaging radar.
But in Hattori Heizo’s eyes, this was no different from his own backyard.
Pfft.
A sniper clutched his throat and collapsed soundlessly.
His shadow twisted strangely for a moment, and Hattori Heizo emerged from it.
“Left-side hidden sentry taken care of.”
Hattori Heizo spoke softly into the earpiece.
“The right side’s done too.”
Chen Mo’s voice came through the earpiece.
“The one in the middle, leave it to me.”
A lazy female voice sounded.
Sano Manatsu hid in the shadow of a bridge pier and yawned.
She took out a paintbrush and casually traced a few strokes in the air.
“Dreamscape·Descent.”
More than a dozen elite soldiers guarding the bridgehead suddenly became dazed.
Their eyelids began to droop, their bodies swayed.
Even though they had undergone the strictest anti-drug training, they were unable to resist this kind of hypnosis that acted directly on the mental level.
Thud.
Thud.
More than a dozen people seemed to have had their bones pulled out, collapsing limply onto the ground and letting out snores.
In their dreams, they were probably enjoying the most beautiful moments of their lives.
“Move.”
Chen Mo waved his hand.
……
Imperial Palace, the main hall “Pine Chamber”.
This had originally been the place where the Emperor received foreign guests, solemn and dignified.
But now, it had been transformed into a shrine filled with an atmosphere of religious fanaticism.
The floor was covered with expensive carpets, and the walls were hung full of portraits of Asahara Shoko.
At the center of the great hall stood a massive throne forged from pure gold and inlaid with countless diamonds.
Asahara Shoko sat upon this throne.
He wore that set of divine robes so ornate they were vulgar, holding a glass of red wine in his hand.
Before him was a massive surveillance wall.
Dozens of screens were broadcasting the outside battle situation in real time.
Watching his followers and troops being slaughtered like mowing grass, Asahara Shoko’s face showed not the slightest hint of anger or panic.
He even revealed a faint smile.
“Splendid.”
He gently swirled the wine glass, the crimson liquid clinging to the inner wall of the cup.
“As expected of transcendent power.”
“Sure enough, the numbers of mortals mean nothing before transcendent beings.”
The Prime Minister beside him had already been scared limp, slumped on the ground and trembling.
“Cult leader… Cult leader sir… they’ve killed their way in!”
“Should we retreat? The Self-Defense Force helicopters are already on the rooftop…”
“Retreat?”
Asahara Shoko lowered his head to glance at this once-invincible politician, a trace of disgust flashing in his eyes.
“Why retreat?”
“Don’t you think that when guests have already arrived, it’s very rude for the host not to be home?”
He stood up and walked to the surveillance wall.
Asahara Shoko took a deep breath, his face revealing a greedy and intoxicated expression.
“What enticing souls.”
“What powerful strength.”
“If I offer all of you as sacrifices…”
“I will truly ascend to godhood.”
He turned around and spread his arms.
The air throughout the entire hall suddenly became viscous.
An oppressive pressure that made it hard to breathe erupted from his body.
He looked at the tightly closed doors of the great hall, his voice grand and eerie, penetrating the thick walls and echoing above the entire Imperial Palace.
“Since you’re here, come in.”
“My sacrifices.”
Boom!
The doors of the main hall were blasted open by a tremendous force.
The two heavy redwood doors flew outward, slamming into the ground and kicking up clouds of dust.
The dust dispersed.
Seven figures stood side by side at the entrance of the great hall.
Chen Mo, Tsuchimikado Rin, Gang Tianmeng, Sakamoto Ryuji, Abe Qingtian, Hattori Heizo, Sano Manatsu.
The surviving players, all assembled.
“Asahara Shoko.”
Chen Mo raised the gun in his hand, aiming it straight at the figure atop the high platform.
“Your judgment has arrived.”
Asahara Shoko stood on high, looking down at the crowd.
There was no fear in his eyes, only the mockery reserved for lambs awaiting slaughter.
“Judgment?”
“Who judges whom?”
“In this world, I am the only god!”