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Chapter 368 The Battle Ended

Chapter 368 The Battle Ended
Rumble~~~
The dark clouds resembled coils of silk.
The way the lightning danced across the sky above Galena was clearly not a normal natural phenomenon.

"thunder!"

While flying back, Kusanagi sword pointed towards the sky;
The lightning bolts that had been moving through the dark clouds rapidly gathered together, and then, after converging in one place, they transformed into a bolt of lightning that crashed down and devoured the speeding figure!

"Sister Yiyue——"

"Shield White Line!"

The earth churned, and countless white ropes shot into the sky;

It was as if two arms were wrapping around from the left and right, forming an arch to block the lightning.

Rumble,

The falling lightning instantly blasted the rope 'shield' into a shower of flying debris, and the scattered lightning spread everywhere, blasting the surrounding area into a frenzy of earth and rocks.

However, these scattered aftershocks no longer affected the great evil spirit.

brush--

Passing through the scattered lightning bolts,
The evil spirit wielding the 'Press Cut'—no, it should be called Oda Nobuna—has already stormed into Busujima's presence.

"Xinei!"

The figure of 'Oda Nobuna' shrouded in black mist blurred in an instant.

The poison island, shrouded in lightning, left only as a fleeting afterimage of someone wielding a sword in defense.

boom------

A deep trench was suddenly dug out of the earth, leading directly to the city of Galena, a few hundred meters away, where a river flows through the city.

Suddenly, the river erupted with an energy whirlwind, causing the calmly flowing water to surge and burst forth; at that moment, the Earth's gravity seemed to change direction as a curtain of water abruptly rose and slammed against the riverbank, blasting away large sections of buildings with clean, decisive blows.

In the eyes of a master, reinforced concrete is no different from a crispy biscuit!
A girl shrouded in black mist and a figure wreathed in lightning finally appeared by the river: behind them were afterimages that were slowly dissipating.

"To find someone I can kill to my heart's content right away is a pleasant surprise."

Although Busujima, wielding the 'Kusanagi Sword,' was smiling, her eyes held only coldness and determination; her killing intent was no longer concealed, burning ever brighter: the person before her was no longer prey, but a formidable enemy capable of killing her!
it is good,

Very good!
Tick-tock, tick-tock,
On the waist of the poison island, there was a wound the size of a palm;

The left outer arm was a bloody mess.

Most importantly, on these wounds, one can see a bright green light emerging, and tiny buds of flesh dancing; and when they come into contact with each other, they tightly intertwine and try to connect with one another.

This is a 'healing magic' that Busujima secretly learned by following the shrine maiden of the Inari Shrine.

However, black energy kept emanating from the wound, causing it to explode and shatter the connected tissues.

The opponent's attack leaves behind strange spiritual energy in the wound, causing continuous damage: the fact that it has not worsened is already the result of Tokishima's all-out suppression.

On the other side——

Brush, brush, brush

White bandages emerged from beneath the black robe with red clouds, covering the wounds on 'Dong Xiaomei's' body.

The three souls are one: one is responsible for healing and removing crowd control effects, one is responsible for defensive crowd control, and one is responsible for strong offensive attacks.

"This is our exciting combo skill!"

High school girl Itsuki peeked out, half of her body emerging.
Raise a finger:
"Manslayer, your end has come—"

Indeed,
Although the other party's words sounded like those of a lowly soldier, Busujima knew very well that her journey had come to an end. She had exhausted all her means, yet she was still at a disadvantage; there was no doubt that her opponent was stronger than her, and what was even more troublesome was:

Tap tap tap,

Warhorses, billowing black smoke, gracefully lingered at the edge of the battlefield, ready to answer their master's call at any moment.

This warhorse, named 'Little Lark,' was created by Oda Nobuna using the nature transformation of 'Yin attribute spiritual power'; it is impossible for it to be killed, and its speed is comparable to a normal Oni-level demon, as has already been proven in previous battles. In other words:

Even if Tokushima wanted to run away, he wouldn't have a chance!
Along the way, he killed so many people, thoroughly satisfying his twisted desires.
Well, thinking about it carefully, it seems there's nothing to complain about.

"bring it on!"

It was time for me to experience the agony of death.

Raising the 'Kusanagi Sword' with both hands, pointing it sideways at his opponent, Busujima revealed a bloodthirsty smile.

"Good awareness, then—"

Opposite her, Oda Nobuna, with a long robe draped diagonally and one arm exposed, made a grabbing motion with her five fingers out of thin air.

The scabbard appeared in her hand, and then she sheathed the 'Ya-Qi' sword.

Don't misunderstand,
This doesn't mean we're giving up; it means we're preparing to go all out.

"Iaijutsu?"

Busujima watched as the girl—or rather, the monster possessed by a 'demon king'—sheathed her long sword and assumed a drawing stance.

The pervasive black aura had dissipated, and the long sword at the opponent's waist was unremarkable, showing no extraordinary qualities.

But Busujima knew very well that once the other party drew his sword, it would be a devastating event!

Can you win?
My entire life flashed through my mind.
It's really just the life trajectory of an ordinary girl.

The only difference might be the swordsmanship passed down in the Busujima family, and the fact that she was the only daughter in the family, so she had more sword training than others from a young age.

And: She accidentally discovered her bloodthirsty nature! If she hadn't undergone a supernatural rebirth, she would have hidden her true nature and been a devoted wife and mother. No, even with supernatural powers, she could still have—

"What are you thinking about?"

A flash of light appeared before my eyes, and the 'enemy' who was right in front of me had already swung his katana.

Blood splattered everywhere. With a single slash, the battlefield was split in two. Poison Island was cleanly and effortlessly cleaved in two from head to chest and abdomen!

Clang!
Only then did the sound of the other side drawing their sword rang out.

The terrifying blade, moving with lightning speed, froze directly in front of the poison island; yet the invisible blade energy extended endlessly forward, splitting the dark clouds in the sky from the center, as if it could continue all the way to the end of the world!

The entire battlefield resounded with a deafening roar, a breathtaking and magnificent beauty that defied description and defied imagination.

However, this stunning, earth-shattering strike did not actually land.

Of course, it wasn't because Oda Nobuna suddenly had a change of heart.

But because——

Two fingers are pinching the 'press cut'!
"Who are you, Great Tengu?"

At the center of Poison Island and the Trinity of 'Higashi Takami'
A refined middle-aged man dressed in ancient royal attire held the 'press cut' blade between two fingers.

Behind him, a pair of enormous, jet-black wings unfurled, the scattered feathers proclaiming his identity.

This is also why 'Oda Nobuna' immediately recognized him.

Aside from the legendary 'Great Tengu', who could easily withstand her sword strike?
Even if Oda Nobuna's strength has dropped to Tiger level, it's still not an ordinary Tiger level!
The refined middle-aged man did not answer 'Oda Nobuna's' question, but turned to look at Busujima, who was standing still.

On Busujima's chest, a bloody gash was spreading and extending downwards—and the Sharingan in Busujima's eye sockets had stopped turning; he had actually fainted while standing.

Hasn't he activated the three-hit combo yet?

"Hey! There's a limit to looking down on people—"

Boom boom boom! ! !
Endless black energy emanated from 'Dong Xiaomei', like billowing smoke or a path of death flowing upstream.

"My name is Chongdeyuan,"

The refined middle-aged man turned around.
Look at the physically 'raging' 'Higashi Takami', or rather, the 'Oda Nobuna' who controls this body.

"This woman is my bloodline. For my sake, let's let this conflict go."

"Huh? You're the one who—"

"Okay, okay!!"

One half of his face was still angry, while the other half had already agreed without hesitation.

"Lord Chongde, please make yourself at home."

"Sister Xinna, don't be impulsive!" Dong Xiaomei, who was on "urgent" alert, agreed while calming the spirit within her.

'This is none other than the Great Tengu, one of the three great demon kings!'

In legends, he, or rather, is ranked alongside Tamamo-no-Mae and Shuten-dōji.

"Humph,"

With a cold snort, Oda Nobuna sheathed her sword and took a step back.

“A wise choice,”

With a casual wave of his hand, the man who called himself 'Shutokuin' handed over the unconscious Pokjima to him, who held him up with one hand.

The next second, a gust of wind howled and swept past, and the two people disappeared from the spot.

"Is this the Great Tengu?"

"Sister Xinna, I'm sorry."

"No, you're right, Hyomi."

Oda Nobuna frowned slightly, not because she was unhappy about being forcibly 'stole' her account by Higashi Takami, but because:

"The key to victory is to never fight a battle you are not confident of winning."

The Oda clan was once just an ordinary daimyo with a few hundred thousand koku of rice, but in the end they were able to conquer a third of the island nation, suffering countless defeats: no one can win all the time, and the strategist knows when to retreat: just like now.

"Is this one of the three great demon kings?"

“He is indeed very strong. Facing him, I even felt like I was facing your ‘principal’.”

"That's right, since he's one of the Demon Kings, no one in the entire island nation would believe he doesn't possess 'Dragon-level' power. However—"

Higashi Takami frowned slightly, half of her face showing her brows furrowing. The Nine-Tailed Fox ravaged the sea, and Orochi lurked in the underworld; now this 'Great Tengu' had also appeared: when the government learned that Busujima was of 'Susanoo bloodline', it had vaguely learned of the Great Tengu's existence from Yu-kun.

But when it actually appeared before her eyes, Higashi Hsiao-mei was still at a loss.

Although he was once the 'Emperor', he also made a poisonous oath: 'I am willing to be the great demon of the island nation, to disrupt the world, to take the people as emperor, and to take the emperor as the people!'

Since he transformed into the 'Great Tengu', the island nation has suffered a series of disasters, the rise of samurai families, the decline of the imperial family, and constant warfare.
Even the Three Sacred Treasures have been lost. If it was just a 'legend of gods and ghosts' before, the current interpretation is:

What could cause the decline of the island nation's royal family, which possessed the Three Sacred Treasures?
It's this Great Tengu!
"This world is doomed."

Thinking of this, Dong Xiaomei couldn't help but raise her hand to support her forehead.

Originally, it was because I couldn't resist 'Sister Shina' that I came to this sea area to deal with the 'Great Demon of the Nine-Tailed Force'.

As soon as she arrived, she fought a battle with Busujima, who possessed the 'Susanoo bloodline': this even involved the Great Tengu behind her, which made Higashi Takami feel terrible.

She's just an 'ordinary' middle school girl, so why is she involved in the power struggles between these big shots?

"Don't be discouraged, so what if it's a Great Tengu?"

While one half of his face looked bewildered and helpless, the other half was uttering grand pronouncements.

"Once I return to my peak, with your help—even the Demon King will be my match!"

"That's right,"

Yi Yue also floated out.

"What is a demon king from a thousand years ago?"

"Their time has long passed, old fogies, stop getting in the way!"

"Wait a minute, what did you just say about an old man?"

"I wasn't talking about you—"

Two spirits emerged and began their daily arguments: "You don't like me, and I'm annoyed by you."

"You two."

Having just mustered her courage, Dong Xiaomei looked up at the sky.

Tired, destroy it.

"Walk,"

"Let's go find the Nine-Tailed Demon!"

Listening to these two arguing in my ears—no, in my mind—is less worthwhile than fighting!

Higashi Hsiao-mei also gave up on herself. At least when they started fighting, they didn't have time to argue, and they could even coordinate quite a few moves.

"Little lark, come here!"

Soon, he was riding sideways on the back of the ghost warhorse.

The girl, now dressed in a new Akatsuki disguise, embarked on her leveling journey once again.

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"here it is"

When I opened my eyes, I saw a strange ceiling.

This is only natural, since obtaining the 'Eye of God', every time Busujima opens his eyes, he sees an unfamiliar ceiling.

Sitting up in bed, Busujima glanced around and noticed that it was a typical hotel layout: however, under her 'divine eye', she could see fine dust, indicating that it hadn't been cleaned for some time.

"I'm not dead?"

Pulling up the clothes to look down, the scars that should have been there had disappeared.

The opponent's final, stunning strike left Busujima unable to even muster the will to dodge; at that point, it must have been—

Oh, and in the last moments of my consciousness, I think I saw a pair of wings.
"The Great Tengu?"

His expression grew increasingly cold. Busujima rolled out of bed, walked to the window, and looked outside.

Sure enough, this is a beachfront resort hotel in Fei Li Bin!
What is that guy thinking?
After gaining power, Busujima couldn't wait to go around killing people: on the one hand, it was due to her instincts, as she loved blood and screams; on the other hand, she also deliberately avoided acquaintances.

If it were some other extraordinary being who granted the power, perhaps Busujima wouldn't have thought much of it.

But that's the Great Tengu Sutoku!
That was the royal bloodline of a nation so desperate that they cursed the entire island.
Who would dare use the power bestowed by such a millennia-old demon with peace of mind? If you say there's nothing wrong with it, Busu Island is the first to doubt it!

So for Busujima, the path she chose was to enjoy the thrill of killing and then be killed by a powerful enemy one day. After all, with her pitiful strength at the time, no, even with her current strength, she couldn't resist the will of the Great Tengu.

The person who wanted her to unleash her true nature and bring disaster to the island nation said: "Not harming ordinary people is the last stand of the poison island."

"If I had known about a strong person like You-kun earlier, perhaps things would have been different."

Ask him to check if he has any hidden health problems, and:

Shaking his head slightly, Busujima dismissed the idea.

Why should someone who is not related to me help me?

It's too late to say anything now.

Poison Island had already planned out its own fate.

and so:
"Let's move on to the next hunt."

brush,

He reached out and grabbed the cabinet next to him, and the Kusanagi sword, crackling with electricity, flew over and landed in his five fingers.

"I wonder who will be my 'funeral attendant'?"

crackling and popping

Lightning flashed and twisted, and curtains fluttered.