I made up myths in America

Chapter 158 Wooden Dragon
"A Night Parade of One Hundred Demons?!"

Professor Takeuchi's words immediately reminded George Gently of the evil god incident that had occurred in Los Angeles.

That might be a memory he'll never forget in his entire life!
When that eerie black moon appeared over Los Angeles, all sorts of strange monsters emerged.

"No, it might be even more terrifying than that."

Professor Takeuchi's gaze was fixed on the ancient, purple gate that appeared in the sky above Kyoto on the screen, exuding a chilling, eerie aura. He took a deep breath and said:
"What I just described is a Japanese folk tale about Rashomon, but in reality, no one knows what will come out after it's opened."

While the Bureau of Investigation members were discussing these issues at the New York Police Department, similar conversations were taking place in several locations in Tokyo's Chiyoda Ward.

As one of the most central areas of Tokyo, the Imperial Palace, the Prime Minister's Residence, the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, the Ministry of Finance, the Ministry of Justice, the Metropolitan Police Department, the Ministry of Public Security, and other government agencies are all concentrated in this small area. It can be said that if you throw a brick, the person you hit is either rich or powerful.

When the supernatural incidents first occurred in Kyoto, the important figures there could comfort themselves by saying that Kyoto was far from Tokyo, and in order not to tarnish their political careers, they could barely remain unmoved.

But now.
Watching the Rashomon-like scenario in the video, which was not unfamiliar to the Japanese, the heads of various departments changed their expressions slightly, became restless, and almost wore their fear on their faces.

Suddenly, under immense pressure, these bureaucrats chose to shift that pressure onto the Self-Defense Forces, demanding that they cooperate with High Priest Sato of Fushimi Inari Shrine to prevent the damned gate from opening.

As the 201st Squadron was already close to Kyoto airspace, it was naturally the first to receive the order.

This rapid reaction force, belonging to the Japan Air Self-Defense Force, is stationed in Kyotango City, Kyoto Prefecture, and is equipped with 48 F-15J fighter jets. After receiving an emergency order from Tokyo, it dispatched 26 of them at once.

The reason for not sending more is mainly because these are all the fighter jets they have capable of carrying out combat missions. As for the others, they all have problems here or there. Even if the commander of the Air Self-Defense Force dares to give the order, the Self-Defense Force soldiers responsible for carrying out the order may not dare to fly them.

"No."

Even the twenty-six fighter pilots who had mustered their courage and flown their fighters over Kyoto now stared at the terrifying purple gate in the sky, their pupils dilating, their faces turning pale, and their hearts filled with turmoil.

Compared to the blurry images captured by satellite, they could obviously see much more detail when they were almost face to face.

Countless flying, purplish-red sharp points extend from the door toward the sky, like a mountain of knives from hell, or the hair of a demon.

On the massive door, the faces of demons were starkly visible: blue faces with fangs, glaring angrily, as if they might break free from the door at any moment.

At this moment, the members of the Air Self-Defense Force, completely stunned by the gate that exuded the aura of hellish demons, were filled with nothing but shock.

Even as their superiors were fervently praising them over the comms: "Gentlemen, the time for battle has come! His Majesty the Emperor, His Majesty the Prime Minister, and hundreds of millions of Japanese people are watching you!"

No one responded.

A while later, the Self-Defense Force commander awkwardly saw from the military satellite that nearly half of the twenty-six fighter jets had retreated on their own when they saw the situation was not good, and the rest hesitated and did not show any of the bravery and passion of the Japanese Showa soldiers of yesteryear.

"Baka yarou, these anime-loving otaku of the Reiwa era are really unreliable."

The Self-Defense Force commander's face turned red, and he slammed his fist on the table in anger.

High-ranking officials from other countries who witnessed this scene through their own military satellites couldn't help but twitch their lips.

They knew that Japan's own Self-Defense Forces alone could not solve this problem, and the Americans, for some reason, had been observing.

The only one they could truly rely on was perhaps the high priest at Fushimi Inari Shrine, who was favored by the gods.

"Damn it, it's Rashomon!!!"

As the head priest of Shintoism, High Priest Sato naturally recognized the gate that exuded the aura of hell.

While he was astonished that such a terrifying thing was sealed beneath his own shrine, his expression became completely solemn.

He knew that no matter what, even if it cost him his life, he had to prevent Rashomon from opening.

"So, let's fight to the death, you monster!"

Despite being nearly ninety years old, he displayed a passion that put young Japanese people to shame!
High Priest Sato, wearing a fox mask, looked up at the sky with sharp eyes that shimmered with a divine light, and then slammed his palm down on the ground.

Boom! Boom! Rumble—

Even more lush trees than before rose from the ruined ground, intertwining in the air to form an enormous blue wooden dragon, roaring towards the sky.

“Roar, roar, roar.”

Amidst the astonished gazes of the crowd, the 100-meter-tall azure wooden dragon swung its body and flew towards the sky, baring its fangs and claws.

However, it wasn't aimed at that ghost or god, but rather it used its enormous blue body to wrap around the purplish-red hundred-meter-long gate.

boom! !

At that moment, even people dozens of miles away could hear the rumbling thunder in the sky.

That was the green divine light emanating from the azure wooden dragon, brimming with vitality, colliding with the hellish black aura inherent in Rashomon, producing streaks of strangely colored lightning.

The collision of these two diametrically opposed energies created an unprecedented phenomenon.

Because of the recent earthquake, Kyoto residents huddled in corners with their heads in their hands, only needing to look up to see the mythical scene outside their windows; their faces were filled with shock. Five hundred thousand, one million.
In an instant, the power of the wishes within the Bai Ze monster painting surged.

In the Imperial Palace area of ​​Chiyoda Ward, Tokyo
Emperor Naruhito, who had been on tenterhooks just like everyone else, breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing this, finally feeling less tense.

He turned to look at his wife, whose hands were tightly clutching the hem of her clothes and whose face was slightly pale, and his several anxious children. He joked to ease the tension, "Masako, don't worry. Our Great Japanese Empire is protected by many gods. Unlike those Americans, we won't be like that."

Before he could finish speaking, he suddenly noticed that his wife and children were all staring wide-eyed at the satellite projection in front of them.

The Americans, who had been quiet just moments before, have now made their move.

Dozens of heavy missiles were launched from Yokota Air Base and flew toward Kyoto at extremely high speed.

"What do these Americans mean? They ignored us when we asked for help, but now that we're about to win, they're choosing to lend a hand."

Emperor Naruhito frowned in surprise upon seeing this, and like many other Japanese cabinet ministers who had also witnessed the scene, he was somewhat puzzled.

But a few minutes later, when they saw that these heavy missiles had indeed reached the skies over Kyoto, but instead of heading towards Rashomon, they shot towards Fushimi Inari Shrine, which had been reduced to ruins, with a whooshing sound.

These prominent Japanese figures all stood up in disbelief.

"What?! Have those Americans gone mad?!"

Amidst their gasps of disbelief, one earth-shattering explosion after another rang out in Fushimi Ward, Kyoto.

The ground around Fushimi Inari Shrine, already riddled with cracks and fissures, was struck again by this heavy blow from modern weapons.

Rumbling--

This was like the last straw that broke the camel's back. With the explosion and the rising flames and smoke, the ravaged ground caved in completely, revealing a great array beneath that sealed something important.

Because of these missiles with earth-penetrating capabilities, the large array located beneath Fushimi Inari Shrine has been completely destroyed.

The Rashomon fragments, sealed within and emanating bursts of black energy, released a black beam of light dozens of times more terrifying than before, which amplified the purple gate phantom in the sky that was entangled by a cyan wooden dragon.

Under the horrified gazes of the people, the gate connecting to the underworld solidified completely, and the enormous wooden dragon wrapped around it hissed out black smoke before finally disintegrating into countless fragments.

"puff!!"

As the wooden dragon collapsed, the High Priest Sato, who had just flown up from a wooden bird to avoid the missile explosions, suddenly turned pale, spat out a mouthful of blood, and his powerful aura visibly weakened.

He raised his right hand, pointing somewhat shakily at the real person opposite him with a smug and mocking smile, knowing that it must have been the other person who was behind it.

Otherwise, even if the United States is the most despicable of all, it wouldn't choose to side with the demons at a time like this.

"Heh heh, despicable!"

At this point, further words were pointless. High Priest Sato clutched his chest, breathing heavily. A resolute look flashed across his aged face beneath the fox mask. His hands quickly formed hand seals, and a dazzling azure light ignited around him.

"grandfather!!"

The old man's obvious readiness to fight to the death made Sato Shizuka, who was watching the live stream on her phone in the distance, extremely anxious. However, she was so far away from Kyoto that she couldn't stop him even if she wanted to.

She could only bite her lip and watch helplessly as the light emanating from her grandfather in the video grew brighter and brighter.

On the ground, around the Fushimi Inari Shrine, which had been reduced to ruins, trees grew wildly under the light, as if time had been accelerated, and in the blink of an eye, a lush forest had formed.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

In the blink of an eye, time seemed to reverse in the entire Fushimi Ward of Kyoto, and all traces of human activity were erased.

What appeared in the satellite image was a vast expanse of dense primeval forest, its thick branches swaying and reaching towards the sky, entangled the unsuspecting real person, and formed a huge wooden sphere.

"It's no use, I've already done what I needed to do."

Amidst the man's nonchalant laughter, High Priest Sato coughed a few times and looked ahead.

Kaka-

Amidst a muffled roar, the massive Rashomon-like demon face, now completely solidified, split open from the center, slowly revealing itself.

"Xiaojing, I'm afraid Grandpa won't be able to see you get married and have children."

Upon seeing this, the old priest sighed inwardly, then opened his arms, and countless branches stretched into the sky, wrapping around him.

In the end, it transformed into a gigantic, azure wooden figure that stood tall and exuded an imposing aura.

He turned his head and glanced down at Kyoto City, where he had lived most of his life. His feet slammed into the ground with a loud thud, and he resolutely embraced the eerie purple gate in the sky.

(End of this chapter)