I planted a sacred tree in Tokyo.

Chapter 654 'Criminal Law' Arrives

"Attention Osaka residents! Attention Osaka residents!"

"An extraordinary disaster has occurred at No. 11, 3-chome, Ootemae, estimated to be a demon!"

"I'll repeat that, big hand."

Radios across the country, electronic billboards displaying projected advertisements, and mobile phones all blared urgent alarms. In an instant, millions of people living in Osaka Prefecture stopped in their tracks and put down what they were doing.

"Demon-level?!"

"3-1-11 Otemae. Isn't that the police headquarters?"

Countless people turned around in confusion, but since it was a ghost-level supernatural disaster, they naturally went to take refuge.

We are now in the extraordinary era, and a large number of shelters have been built beneath the city, all designed to withstand nuclear weapons—of course, low-yield tactical nuclear weapons; to withstand high-yield strategic nuclear weapons, it's not that they can't be built, but ordinary people can't afford them.

"Don't just stand there, take refuge! Go take refuge!!"

"Everyone, proceed immediately to the nearest shelter—"

Urged on by the police, the people on the streets quickly formed 'rivers' that flowed into various underground shelters.

Those living in apartments and office buildings also took the elevator or ran down the stairs; as long as they were not killed on the spot, with the current conditions, the ruins of a building could be cleared in a few minutes, and they were not afraid of being buried underground and trapped.

But how dare they attack police headquarters?

Whatever that extraordinary calamity may be, it will surely die under Kafka Lu's fist!

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.

Osaka Chuo Ward,
call out-------

A black dot, accompanied by a long, whistling sound, approached from afar and grew larger and larger.

With a deafening roar like a meteor impact, a huge crater was smashed into the ground in front of the Osaka Police Headquarters; amidst the billowing smoke and dust, a figure clad in a white military overcoat strode out.

Kafka,
"asshole!"

With a glance, the general's eyes widened in anger, and he gritted his teeth.

Because all that could be seen were gruesome corpses!
"Oh, you're taking so long?"

A tall, thin, extraordinary officer greeted him with a smile.
"You've made me wait a long time."

"You are not Aoki!"

The other party looked exactly like Aoki, who was stationed here, and even their 'spiritual energy' fluctuations were very similar; however, Kafka was still able to instantly tell that the other party was not his subordinate.

It wasn't just because this 'Aoki' was wrapped in bandages all over his body, but also because of his feet:
A corpse with an arm that could barely be identified as a 'gun'.

A horrifying corpse with no skin, only flesh and blood remaining;
The corpse of Colonel Aoki!
"Oh, I think this face is nice, so I'll use it—"

Snapped,

The outstretched fingers covered the face, then closed and pressed down.

boom! ! ! !

Kafka grabbed him and slammed him to the ground.

The ground in front of the police headquarters was of truly top-level hardness! Yet, under Kafka's force, it still shattered and dented instantly, like a biscuit! But Kafka frowned: not only because his five fingers were shattered and bleeding, but also because only a 'face' remained in his palm.

The 'face' of the extraordinary officer Aoki.

"Ah, I quite liked this face, and you ruined it like this."

In front of the shattered ground, a figure covered in bandages stood on a huge, raised piece of concrete;

This top-grade cement, infused with alloy fibers, boasts an astonishing strength of C800, impervious to even heavy artillery bombardment, and is said to have utilized extraordinary technology.

"You'll pay for it with your face—"

boom! ! !
Top-grade concrete shattered into dust.

Kafka, his body radiating a purple demonic aura, reached out to grab his opponent once more.

"Ah--"

With a cold laugh, the bandaged monster immediately threw a punch to meet the attack.

Black mist suddenly spread from his bandages, and a series of shrill screams and wails immediately rose into the sky; upon closer inspection, they turned out to be countless skinless figures, constantly rising and falling in the black mist, struggling madly, as if the underworld of hell had manifested on earth.

"I'll skin you alive!!"

Accompanied by the bandaged man's sinister voice, a thick fog enveloped his fist and suddenly surged toward Kafka.

In a sense, the power used by the bandaged man is more like the 'Zero Tail'; because it is the despair, wailing and curse that erupts from a human who died from some kind of torture.

However, when it came to a direct confrontation, Kafka was never afraid of anyone!
As a purple demonic aura, like a torch, rose from his body, this domineering light illuminated the battlefield, surpassing the power of both sunlight and black mist! The mere sight of this rising power brought a sense of relief to all the extraordinary officers rushing towards this location.

null------

Purple and black collided together in a completely unadorned way.
To the surprise of the Osaka government, which was closely monitoring the situation, the anticipated massive shockwave did not materialize.

The black first expanded suddenly into a ball, and then the purple burst forth, dyeing the pitch black purple! The domineering purple suddenly contracted, actually suppressing the black that was about to erupt.

"You actually have the leisure to protect those corpses? Do you think I'm some kind of saint?!"

In the shrinking light, a figure flew backward—it was the disheveled, bandaged man.

boom! ! ! !

The bandaged man crashed into the 'headquarters building', piercing it instantly.

"Evil spirit?"

Enveloped in purple light, Kafka strode toward his opponent.

Through their exchange just now, he had determined that this 'bandaged man' was actually an evil spirit composed of countless remnant souls: a ghost-level evil spirit!

"You're not one of those irrational guys, so why are you here killing people?"

It's almost a given that evil spirits kill people.

Because evil spirits are the remnants of human souls.
Born with jealousy and a thirst for life.

But this is the Osaka Prefectural Police Headquarters!

Traversing the entire Osaka Prefecture and pinpointing the police headquarters precisely—this is something no ordinary evil spirit could accomplish: ordinary evil spirits simply don't have this level of intelligence; and those with this level of intelligence would never do something so 'unwise'.

"Cough cough, why?"

Emerging from the smoke-filled void of the building, the bandaged man opened his arms as if embracing the sun.

"Our 'young lady' has ordered that you, Abe no Seimei's lackeys, be eliminated first as a gift for that great Onmyoji!"

Miss?
It's Nine Sky Shaking Love!
The name immediately flashed into Kafka's mind.

In this world, who else besides this 'young lady' who 'hates Abe no Seimei to the bone' is called 'Young Lady'?

but--

"When have we ever been Abe no Seimei's lackeys?"

Faced with Kafka's furrowed brow and rebuttal, the bandaged man gave a cold smile.

"With Heian-kyo so close, yet you remain unharmed, what are you but lackeys?"

this.
Either way,

Let’s kill this guy first.

With a leap, Kafka charged toward the bandaged evil spirit!
boom-----

A massive bronze pillar suddenly appeared in Kafka's path, glowing crimson: clearly red-hot. Faced with this gigantic, scorching bronze pillar, the best option was to go around it.

But Kafka just threw a punch!

A single punch, powerful enough to shatter mountains and pierce through any modern fortification, landed squarely on the bronze pillar.

Clang!
The bronze pillar trembled violently, and countless sparks exploded wildly, like fireworks bursting forth.

The sound waves generated by the violent tremors rippled outwards like water, sweeping across the area with unrestrained force!
Surprisingly, after Kafka's punch, the bronze pillar was not only completely undamaged, but also remained motionless.

? ?
"As expected of 'Mighty Fist' Kafka, General Lu,"

As Kafka retreated a few steps, a seductive and alluring voice came from behind the bronze pillar.

"It almost shattered my 'branding iron' torture device; it was truly terrifying."

Accompanied by this captivating voice, a classically beautiful woman with alluring eyes emerged from behind the bronze pillar.

"Are you an accomplice of this bandaged evil spirit?"

Kafka glanced at the other party and immediately recognized that it was also an 'evil spirit'.

And it's a demon-level evil spirit!

Where did Jiu Kong Yao Ai get these powerful evil spirits from?
"General Kafka, such a form of address is far too impolite."

The alluring woman curtsied slightly, introducing herself as she did so:

“My name is ‘Paolao’, and I hold the sixth seat among the Ten Blades.”

"This bandaged evil spirit you speak of is named 'Skin Peeler,' and is a Ten-Blade Fifth Seat."

Branding? Peeling?
Isn't this the name of an ancient form of criminal law?
As these thoughts swirled in Kafka's mind, the classical beauty opposite him raised her long sleeve and lightly covered the corner of her mouth.

"It seems that General Lu has already guessed our 'true identity'."

The classical beauty's gaze was provocative, her eyes smiling, yet her words chilled Kafka to the bone!

"By the way, our fourth 'Decapitation' of the Espada is here too, but he's planning to find a few prey to sacrifice to his sword first. Guess what—"

Where did he go?
In an instant, Kafka suddenly turned his head!

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.

"quick,"

"General Lu has already engaged the enemy!"

On the other side, a dozen figures leaped and darted between the skyscrapers of Osaka's Chuo Ward.

They moved very fast, exceeding the speed of an armed helicopter simply by running; however, they were still far from Kafka's 'human cannon' style of traveling.

These people were all wearing specially made military uniforms, and it was easy to tell from the armbands on their shoulders that they were all extraordinary officers.

Tiger level!

As someone who stepped onto the path of the extraordinary with Kafka's blood,

Not only have their strength increased far beyond that of ordinary extraordinary beings, but they also possess the trump card of 'half-demon transformation,' which is the cornerstone for stability in the Osaka direction.

"General Lu has already suppressed the opponent, what about us—?"

A speeding officer suddenly felt a warmth on his cheek and instinctively turned his head.

"Muto?!"

The other superhuman officer beside him remained in a sprinting posture, but his head had already left his neck, and his puzzled gaze seemed not yet to have caught up.

"enemy---?"

He subconsciously wanted to remind others, but his gaze began to wander.

With a flick of his eyes, the extraordinary officer spotted a headless man in military uniform who was running at full speed and assuming a defensive stance.

That's my body.
? !
"There is an enemy!!"

These were all battle-hardened, exceptional officers. With two of their comrades assassinated, the remaining officers reacted quickly, drawing their weapons as they braked to the side.

"The murderer is here!"

As one of the school officers pointed with his short stick, everyone looked in that direction.

A faint figure swept past another officer, whose head instantly shifted to the side.

"Nakagawa! Aaaaaah!!!"

Having lost three companions in an instant, an officer roared in grief and anger, then lunged forward. In mid-air, his entire body began to be covered in white bone plates, and his body elongated—transforming into an agile 'half-demon' form as he pounced towards the faint human figure.

However, the figure only glanced at him before rushing towards the officer.

Pfft

The two passed each other.

The skull, covered in bone, shot into the sky.

"Watch out, the enemy has a hidden weapon!"

Captain Ya Bai, whose arm began to deform, twist, and transform into a giant cannon, shouted a warning.

No, it should be said that this guy can become invisible.

Because the figure flashed and disappeared from everyone's sight.

"Protect the Asian White Team—"

As soon as one of the officers opened his mouth to shout, his head slid to the side.

when? !

"Ho ho ho ho ho!!!"

The terrifying speed of the killing was too much for another officer to handle. He frantically absorbed the free-floating 'demon power' in the air, causing his entire body to swell violently.

In the blink of an eye, it transformed into a monster several meters tall, and its size continued to increase.

?

"Stop, you're going to completely lose control like this."

Boom! !

Before Captain Ya Bai, the female school officer, could finish speaking, a huge head fell and crashed down not far from her.

The officer did stop, but at the cost of being beheaded.

A sudden 'bend' appeared in the splattered blood, and an invisible blade was already kissing Ya Bai's neck.

die?
In a flash,

The scent of death flooded into Ya Bai's mind.

There was no time to think about anything else; my first instinct was to think of that tall figure.

Kafka —

boom! ! ! ! !
Smoke and dust filled the air, and the earth trembled!
Captain Ya Bai blinked before he realized what was happening.

A broad figure shielded her in his arms, Kafka's voice hoarse as blood gushed from his back.

"Sorry, I'm late."

(End of this chapter)