The court lackeys of the eight-hour workday

Chapter 610 Gods Arrive in droves

crunch - crunch -

The teeth-grinding sound grew louder and louder until it became deafening.

The boy felt a buzzing in his eardrums, followed by excruciating pain. He instinctively raised his hand to cover his ears. It was this action that saved his hearing.

As the ear-piercing creaking sounds grew more frequent and rapid, they finally culminated in a deafening boom!

The hemisphere, composed of countless monsters dressed as priests, exploded with a deafening roar.

Countless monsters were thrown into the sky, knocked back into the air, or simply spun around and collided with other monsters in mid-air.

A terrifying, dense chorus of screams of pain erupted all at once.

But it's not over yet.

Along with the explosion came the sudden disappearance of the hemispherical sphere, and—like raindrops… no, it could no longer be called raindrops, because it was too dense to be separated by gaps, countless sword energies were scattered out like a white ribbon.

Whoa!

The sword energy sliced ​​through the air and disappeared from sight.

After a moment, the monsters in mid-air began to disintegrate.

The killing move that could easily kill Emperor Jianwen when the emperor had four forces combined was now being used by Li Miao, who had five forces combined and two forces under Xuanlan. It was no longer the same move.

These priests, who had transformed into monsters, were unable to withstand this attack.

Tick.

Like a rainstorm, the first drop of blood fell and seeped into the ground. Then, within moments, more scarlet raindrops fell in succession, along with bits of flesh and blood cut into thumb-sized pieces by the sword energy, scattering down.

It was truly a good rain.

The Zhuque Avenue, which has been dilapidated for decades, should become lush and green again in a few months after this bloody rain.

The boy was dizzy and it took him a long time to come to his senses. He had forgotten to run away and was just looking anxiously ahead.

He wondered what had become of the man who had single-handedly slaughtered so many mythical monsters, and whether he, like the heroes in the stories, had unleashed a desperate attack and then departed with a smile.

The answer is naturally no.

The valiant man dressed in all black merely raised his hand to cover his mouth and coughed a few times, his face turning slightly paler, before continuing to walk forward through the blood without stopping.

Behind him, a luxurious sedan chair was carried by several swordsmen and the stunned Sai Seimei, following behind Li Miao.

As for the other soldiers, officials, and samurai brought by Sai Seimei, Li Miao had no time to protect them and had already died in the attack by the priests.

Fortunately, the Imperial Palace is now in sight.

Walking along Suzaku Avenue for about the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, you'll reach the Imperial Palace. There, Nanako will receive investiture from Ri Miao and pledge allegiance from her subjects, officially assuming the throne as Empress.

However, neither Sai Seimei nor the other swordsmen relaxed their expressions at all; on the contrary, their expressions became even more solemn.

Those priests couldn't kill Li Miao.

This is beyond doubt and irrefutable.

Shintoism is the lineage of Amaterasu Omikami. They must know what Li Miao, who has combined the five paths, is capable of, and they must also know that those priests cannot harm Li Miao, much less threaten Nanako, who is protected by Li Miao.

So... what effect does Shintoism want to achieve by sending so many priests of the Emperor's bloodline?

"If this wasn't a test of Li Miao's limits, it was paving the way for some kind of scheme... That's how Enryakuji Temple disappeared. The Shinto Church's methods are definitely not limited to sending a group of imperial bloodlines and divine swordsmen to their deaths!"

"The real danger today lies in the next short journey, and in the time between entering the Imperial Palace and completing the investiture!"

Sai Seimei keenly noticed that after using "Black Pole Pagoda", the semi-circular protective aura that Li Miao had been maintaining disappeared, which exposed them to the air.

This means that before Li Miao could adjust his state and activate his protective inner energy, they were exposed to the Shinto sect.

This is very dangerous.

Sai Harumi watched Li Miao's retreating figure, wanting to advise him to slow down and prepare himself before facing the Shintoists' schemes ahead... but after hesitating for a moment, he kept quiet.

Does Li Miao look like someone who listens to advice?

All I can do is identify and address any shortcomings. If I can thwart this wave of assassinations targeting Nanako, I can regain some control from Li Miao.

As long as we can hold off one wave, that's fine.

Thinking this, Sai Seimei looked around and, with his superhuman eyesight, easily spotted the boy who had fallen down on the path between the sheds.

"?"

He frowned... What time is it? Why would a child suddenly appear?
There must be something fishy going on!

Better to kill the innocent than let the guilty go free; the current situation allows no room for any unexpected events!
He reached into his robes, pulled out a shuriken, and with a flick of his wrist, the shuriken flew out of his hand and hurtled toward the boy's forehead.

clang!
But after flying only a few feet, it collided with the protective aura and fell to the ground.

Li Miao glanced back.

"Who gave you permission to kill?"

"Uh--"

Sai Seimei fell silent for a moment. He didn't know what was wrong with Li Miao again, or why he had stopped his shuriken... After all, Li Miao was just a commoner.

For the sake of the Emperor, he should have died without regret.

Even if we killed the wrong person, so what?
It's just a worthless, worthless life, isn't it?
Sai Harumi's face showed genuine confusion and bewilderment, and even a hint of barely perceptible grievance.

But this only made Li Miao's expression more disdainful.

"never mind."

Li Miao said.

"You Japanese are really rotten to the core; you won't even bother to put on an act."

"Bringing you along is pointless. Fortunately, I've disliked you for a long time. Your eyes are always darting around, and you have too many thoughts. Goodbye."

After saying that, he raised his hand and flipped his palm, instantly turning Sai Seimei into a cloud of blood mist.

The other swordsmen's expressions changed drastically. Seeing Sai Seimei's body spilled on the ground, they were about to instinctively turn and flee when a cloud of dust suddenly exploded beside them.

Bang!
A palm print, several feet square, was imprinted on the ground.

"What, do you expect me to carry your sedan chair?"

"I dare not... I dare not... Please forgive me, Lord Li!"

After saying that, he quickly turned around, lowered the sedan chair, picked it up, and took small steps to chase after Li Miao.

Soon, the group reached the rightmost section from the boy's perspective; just one more step and they would disappear from his sight.

But at that moment, Li Miao suddenly raised his hand and stopped them from following behind.

The swordsmen were startled.

Then, a powerful chill swept in from the front like a cold current, instantly freezing them in place.

The boy, who had fallen to his knees amidst the ruins, also noticed the unusual movement ahead. He turned his gaze to the right and saw several figures walking slowly towards Li Miao along Zhuque Avenue.

Then he suddenly opened his mouth wide.

Because he seemed to recognize all of these people who came... not from the stories his mother told him, but from the statues of these deities he had actually seen.

"Takemikazuchi, Kyotoshi".

"Amaterasu God, Takeminakata God".

"Waken-no-Mikoto, Kagutsuchi-no-Kami".

"...And also, the Great God of Dao Fan..."

Apart from Amaterasu, Susanoo, and the three gods of creation, the seven most powerful war gods in Shinto legends, along with dozens of well-known great demons, came treading on blood.

(End of this chapter)