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Chapter 155 The Counterattack at Mount Koya: A Technological Assault
Koyasan,
This is not a single mountain, but a continuous mountain range.

The sky, more than three thousand meters high, was covered by thick, extraordinary dark clouds, forming a canopy that blocked out the sunlight and prevented anyone from peeping in.

But such methods alone are not enough to stump human technology: fighter jets and bombers of various types fly at altitudes of tens of thousands of meters. They need not worry about interference from the 'Bai Yao' or the cover of dark clouds, because they do not need to carry out precision strikes.

"First bombing squadron is in position."

"Second bombing squadron is in position."

"Third bombing squadron is in position."

"fourth."

As each formation entered the designated area, in the command center of Gojo City, the three 'Chiefs of Staff' of the Self-Defense Forces gathered, along with a large number of air, naval, and ground officers. They all stared at the huge electronic simulation sand table on the screen, and the green dots representing the Self-Defense Forces, mercenaries, and special police.
"Kafka is in position."

"Gentlemen,"

On the giant screen, the face of a middle-aged man appeared.

He is the Prime Minister of the island nation and also the Commander-in-Chief of the Armed Forces: the Prime Minister!

"The rise and fall of the island nation depends on this battle: I wish you all good fortune in battle and that you will surely defeat the enemy."

"Hi Yi!"

Everyone in the command center saluted; this battle was indeed crucial. If they won, the island nation would possess the fifth-largest technological and military strength on the planet, coupled with the number one superhuman power. While they might not replace America, they could certainly stand shoulder-to-shoulder with equal strength.

But what if we lose?
No one would even consider this possibility, because they cannot afford to lose!

Osaka is only an hour away from Wakayama. If we lose, the island nation will immediately lose a third of its national strength. What else is there to say? We might as well commit seppuku.

"action!"

With a single order from the three chiefs of staff, the Navy, Air Force, and Army were mobilized.

Two hundred thousand Self-Defense Force personnel were operating at full speed, along with hundreds of warships, over five hundred aircraft, and one hundred thousand ground troops, all converging on Wakayama Prefecture from all directions, along with two American carrier strike groups and fighter jets taking off continuously.
Since World War II, the largest 'war' has begun.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

"Bombing squad, begin dropping bombs!"

"First bombing squadron received orders, to carry them out immediately."

"Second bombing squadron received orders, to carry them out immediately."

"Third bombing squadron received orders."

At an altitude of 10,000 meters, one after another, massive B-52 bombers opened their fuselages and dropped bulky bombs like 'laying eggs'.

In order to mobilize so many bombers in a short period of time, America dragged out a large number of old relics that were stored in warehouses waiting to be scrapped: judging from the paint, some of them still retain the style of the last century; perhaps some of them may even be predecessors who participated in the "Lee May BBQ".

This time, they're going into battle with familiar faces.

Anyway, the pilot is from an island nation, and the target of the bombing is also an island nation, so there's no need to worry if something goes wrong, since there's always an ejection parachute.

As for the survival rate of parachuting in this battlefield
Hehehe~~
In any case, these strategic bombers, of varying ages and types—from the B-52A, B, C, D, E, F, G to the H—have returned to their old profession.

bombing!

Since the end of World War II,

Bombers have increasingly lost their purpose as a weapon.

Faced with advanced air defense systems, the slow-moving bombers were simply moving targets; America spared no expense in bringing over a large number of active-duty and retired B-52s that had not yet been dismantled, and the scene was quite spectacular.

A bulky aerial bomb fell to a height of two thousand meters and then exploded with a bang: it formed hundreds of small fireballs several meters in diameter in the air, looking like a dazzling firework. However, within a kilometer radius covered by the explosion, a large number of demons fell like rain.

Boom boom boom boom boom~~
Boom boom boom boom boom boom~~
Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom~~
Such explosions did not occur in one or two places, but in hundreds or thousands, even tens of thousands!
Fireballs rose and fell, covering the entire sky like a golden-red ocean, leaving anyone who looked up in awe.

The power of the explosion was not great, but the coverage area was very wide. Each one was enough to create a dead zone with a radius of a kilometer: the 'weak dog' level demons suffered heavy losses under such a large-scale explosion.

Cluster munitions!

These bulky aerial bombs contained more than 600 small bombs, each about the size of a fist.

Each small bomb is enough to blow a person to pieces: this is why 'cluster bombs' are banned by international conventions.

Not all cluster bombs can be detonated. Smaller bombs that have not yet detonated will remain embedded in the soil, posing a safety hazard and potentially exploding at any time, such as when civilians step on them.

Of course, America doesn't care, and international conventions don't bind it.

As for the post-war cleanup, that's a matter for the island nation.

Under the relentless carpet bombing of cluster bombs, the sky over a large portion of Wakayama Prefecture was dyed a riot of crimson. Such an attack would be nothing more than fireworks to a 'master,' but for the numerous, though not particularly strong, Biyou, it was utter annihilation!
Therefore, with a slight thought from 'Blood Hakka', the 'Queen Bees' hidden below the mountains all raised their heads and emitted infrasound waves that could not be detected by the naked ear.

Under the bombardment, a large number of demons began to merge and recombine, transforming into chimeras that could fly or run!
A synthetic beast with wolf-level strength can withstand the explosion of a cluster bomb.

After all, cluster bombs are weapons designed for 'area damage', and against heavily armored units, they are practically ineffective.

But the island nation and America dared to launch a counterattack, naturally because they had made ample preparations:
Buzzing buzzing buzzing

Taking advantage of the explosion clearing out the densely packed ghouls, a large number of drones rushed into the sky above Mount Koya; infrared cameras continuously locked onto one after another massive synthetic beast that emitted conspicuous heat and 'psychic energy'.

Coordinates: XXX, XXX, XXX

"Target: Flying Synthetic Beast, Fighter No. 2-53-1. Annihilate it!"

“Zzz. Number 2-53-1 received.”

Under the cover of cluster bombs, a large number of demons chose to fuse into synthetic beasts; at this time, it was the fighter jets' turn to appear: these technological creations that shuttled thousands of meters in the sky, as long as they locked onto the coordinates transmitted by the drones, immediately launched missiles.

Missiles emerged from the dark clouds covering the sky and hurtled towards the chimera, exploding into dazzling fireworks in the blink of an eye!
If locked onto by these missiles, which typically travel at Mach 1 to 2, even a 'Wolf-class' synthetic beast would be instantly blown to pieces and left mangled.

Of course, the demons weren't just taking the beating without fighting back: soon, numerous long, arm-sized creatures flew out from these synthetic beasts. These creatures looked like sausages, covered with a dozen or so pairs of wings, and were remarkably similar to...
Little flying stick!
When these creations flap their wings, their speed immediately and continuously increases.

Reaching a level too fast for the human eye to detect, it traced arcs through the air before crashing head-on into the missiles.

boom! boom! boom! boom! boom!
One after another, the expensive missiles exploded into violent fireballs in mid-air.

The essence of war is attrition.

Buzzing buzzing buzzing

A large number of low-flying 'Falcon' drones were responsible for the area of ​​hundreds to thousands of meters, which was supported by many armed helicopters advancing forward. The 20mm cannons roared continuously, and the steel whips of bullets swept across everything, eliminating a large number of monsters hundreds or thousands of meters away.

On the ground:
A large number of armored vehicles advanced along the foot of the mountain, their vehicle-mounted machine guns constantly sweeping the sky.

Every so often, troop transport vehicles would stop and drop off large numbers of Self-Defense Force army soldiers to establish positions.

From all directions, in the sky and on the ground, all available conventional weapons have been deployed. The Combined Fleet, anchored in the Pacific, is continuously launching high-powered thermobaric bombs, which fall from the sky in long white arcs, bombarding areas that the Self-Defense Forces have not yet reached.

As for what exactly was blown up?
Don't worry about it, anyway, the only thing that exists in the entire Mount Koya is 'enemies'!
Boom boom boom boom!
"The power of high-tech weapons to sweep the ground is indeed remarkable."

All that could be heard was the sound of explosions. Looking up at the sky, which was a deep crimson from the continuous dropping of cluster bombs, and then at the small mushroom clouds rising from the ground, even the 'Blood Hakama' floating several meters above the ground couldn't help but marvel at the ever-decreasing number of demons.

"In terms of destructive power, it's no less than a Jonin's ninjutsu." Unfortunately...

It only has destructive power.

Not to mention the 'queen bee' that was well-prepared and hiding hundreds of meters underground;
Even if the 'Blood Hakama' and 'Sea Ninja' stood here and got blown up by the other side, ordinary weapons wouldn't be able to do anything to them.

Come on, it's not right to always rely on bragging; Yu has already sent out two more clones, let's see if they can be called 'invincible' in this world.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

"Dog, dog, dog!"

"Onboard—"

"@￥#"

Amidst a cacophony of battle cries in various languages, a mixed force comprised of 100,000 Japanese Army Self-Defense Force personnel and elite police, along with an equal number of foreign mercenaries, formed several battle lines and launched a simultaneous assault on Mount Koya.

Da da da da,

Bullets whistled through the air, creating a deadly storm of interwoven metal.

Under the dense network of fire, the demon tide of Mount Koya was first ravaged by cluster bombs and thermobaric weapons; after merging, it was targeted by fighter jets and long-range artillery. The demon tide of Mount Koya could not help but show signs of fatigue and was forced to retreat step by step in front of the army that was closing in from all sides, and was constantly compressed.

This is only to be expected; modern armies may not have any extraordinary methods, but when it comes to 'killing', they are unparalleled.

Missiles and heavy artillery bombarded the ground; armored vehicles led the charge, followed by infantry to ambush and kill—a standard World War II tactic.

In a conflict between two major powers, such a mass attack would be tantamount to "sending one's head to the enemy."

Before destroying the enemy's air power and long-range artillery, any large-scale gathering will attract missile and heavy artillery bombardment due to the existence of satellites, radar, and drones. This will reduce a true 'modern' war to a war of wits between the two sides from a distance, as well as small-scale infantry attacks and advance trench by trench.

This is also a scene where drones showcase their capabilities.

Fortunately, the demon was, after all, a being from 'a thousand years' ago.
It did not demonstrate the ability of satellite positioning and long-range precision strikes, allowing the human side to confidently and boldly assemble troops for an attack!

Faced with an all-out army, the massive number of demons seemed to be retreating steadily, as if victory was within reach.

But how could that be?

Despite the fierce fighting between the army and the Demon Sect, the final outcome will never be decided by them.

Soldier against soldier, general against general, king against king!
Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

"The habits of these bees are very similar to those of bees."

On the American command ship, an elderly professor of biology was explaining to a group of high-ranking American officials seated in a circle:

"Therefore, there is a high probability that there is an incubator similar to a 'queen bee'."

"If we can't kill the 'Queen Bee,' the number of servant demons will soon be replenished."

Our current advantage is built upon the relentless bombardment of missiles and artillery at any cost, as well as the fierce surprise attacks launched by human armies.

If the process drags on, a reversal is very likely, especially:

"Blood hakama, sea ninja."

The white lieutenant general spoke slowly.
As long as these two 'great demons' are safe and sound, then killing any number of demons will be in vain.

"Thomas, is the anti-supernatural operations team in position?"

"Yes, everything is ready!"

Brigadier General Thomas gave a military salute.
"All cabin lights are on, large infrasound jammers are activated, the superhuman lieutenant squad is fully armed, and the edge system has been deactivated."

In response to the 'Sea Ninja's' surprise attack, America has deployed all available technology: these newly installed weapons are no longer for defense against missiles flying from the outside, but for defense against a surprise attack from the inside by a single person: even the 'Edge System' for mutual destruction is already in operation.

Of course, there are some weapons that ordinary soldiers would definitely not know about.

Okay, let's see.

Island Nation's Extraordinary Force!

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

The roar of cannons and shouts filled the air.

The great battle between the army and the demons has officially begun.

Amidst the swarms of flying yōkai, chimeras, missiles, and aircraft, some yōkai were heading towards the interior of the Takano Mountains.

On the surface, they are indeed 'Biya': huge eyes, bony wings, and long organs that drag like tails. However, upon closer inspection, one will find that these 'Biya' have dull eyes and their flight movements are very strange, completely lacking the agility of extraordinary creatures.

Because they are not living things!
Its exterior is pieced together from the corpses of demons, but its interior is actually a technological creation.

Under normal circumstances, the strange flying posture of the demon would easily be detected and intercepted by the real demon.

However, now that everything is in chaos, there are countless biyou struggling in the air due to damage or simply falling to the ground. It is only because of this that these few 'strange' biyou have been able to penetrate deep into the Koya Mountains.

After numerous scans by surveillance cameras, it was finally discovered on a mountain peak:

"Ok?"

A white cloth covered his face, with the character 'Three' written on it. The 'Blood Hakama' dressed as an Onmyoji looked up at the obviously abnormal demon.

With a flash of lightning, all that remained in front of the technicians controlling the technological creations of Taiwan were black screens.

but--

"Target found! Target found!"

"Coordinates XXX, XXX,"

"Repeat that."

As the coordinates were transmitted to the front lines, above the battlefield amidst the raging gunfire, in a CH-47 transport helicopter, General Kafka pressed his earpiece.

"This is the assault team, coordinates received."

After speaking, he looked around: the cabin was full of extraordinary individuals from the island nation, including the Buddhist monk Shio, Mrs. Tanimura from the Metropolitan Police Department, the Onmyoji siblings from the Isotani family, and the Yagyu father and son from a family of swordsmen.
There was also Toru Yamagami, Susumu Saito, and dozens of special police officers.

Apart from the Ashiya lineage of Yin-Yang Dao, almost all the other masters are here.

That Yu-kun provided everyone with some Yin-Yang magic items, and without his healing, they wouldn't have recovered so quickly; the island nation had nothing more to say.

After all, Onmyoji are not a profession that involves charging into battle. If it weren't for the involvement of Umi-ninja, the Igoya siblings definitely wouldn't have come!
"Gentlemen, for the sake of those ordinary people who cannot fight!"

Kafka, as the strongest fighter, slowly opened his mouth.

"Please lend me a hand."

(End of this chapter)