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Chapter 168 Flame Knight
In Japan, the department responsible for protecting important high-ranking officials such as the Emperor and the Prime Minister is the Special Security Police Unit under the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department's Security Division.

This department has a staff of approximately two hundred people.

All members are selected from police officers under the jurisdiction of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department and receive excellent treatment, with salaries and benefits far exceeding those of ordinary police officers.

Correspondingly, their selection requirements are also very strict. Not only must they be over 175 cm tall, have good physical fitness, eyesight and excellent pistol shooting skills, but they must also master Japanese Aikido and Kendo.

Most importantly, one must have the spirit of self-sacrifice to shield important figures from bullets.

Their political future and the future lives of their families are, in a sense, tied to the safety of these important figures.

But now, Captain Tadashi Uno of the Special Police Unit 1 looked at the tragedy unfolding in the main hall. His steps faltered, and his face turned deathly pale, as if he had aged decades in an instant, unable to accept this cruel reality.

"Your Majesty the Emperor."

"Prime Minister Ishiba."

"Minister of Justice Makihara."

"Minister of Defense Nakatani."

"."

He called out the names of one high-ranking official after another, but no one responded.

This completely shattered the heart of the 37-year-old, who had become the captain of the first team of the special security police force and was hailed by the Japanese media as a "promising" rising star in the police force. He knelt on the ground with a pale face, head down, and drew the pistol from his waist, pointing the muzzle at his temple.

"Captain, don't be impulsive."

"This is not a dereliction of duty by our security special police team; it's all the fault of these adults who mistakenly trusted that evil monk."

Several of his men quickly pulled him back and tried to persuade him.

"Monk??!"

These words brought Tadayoshi Uno, who had already resolved to die, back to his senses. He slowly stood up, gun in hand, and walked out with a blank expression.

He decided that even if he died, he would make that evil monk who ruined the rest of his life pay the price.

Outside the main hall, all was now completely silent.

Even the slowest person, upon seeing the massive swarm of centipedes emerging from the Guanyin Hall and merging into Pudu Cihang's body, would realize that this high monk was suspicious.

No, that person isn't some lousy high monk at all!

Under the almost collapsing gazes of the surrounding monks, Pudu Cihang, having enjoyed his meal, was too lazy to continue his performance. With a somewhat eerie 'compassionate' smile on his face, he immediately launched into a death-snatching chant, forcibly brainwashing these people.

"Namo Amitabha."

"The sea of ​​suffering is boundless, but when you turn back, you will find the shore."

"Let the knife cut down and become a Buddha."

"Ah, ah!!"

Even if the foreign guests in the VIP seats couldn't understand what the wicked monk was chanting, their heads were throbbing with pain, as if they were about to explode.

US Vice President Vance, Prince William of the United Kingdom, German Foreign Minister, and French Prime Minister
No matter how much power these people wield in their own country, they are ultimately just ordinary people. Faced with this deadly chanting that is comparable to a mental attack, they are simply unable to withstand its torment. One by one, they clutched their heads in excruciating pain, veins bulging on their foreheads, on the verge of collapse.

"Oh no, what's going on? This isn't right!"

On the other side of the VIP section, seeing that the man was dumbfounded, Harada Yoshiya quickly drew the demon sword Onikiri that was stuck in his waist.

The familiar, cold touch of the knife hilt instantly calmed him down.

Most importantly, the layers of blood energy released from Onikiri surrounded him, blocking the eerie Buddhist chants from the outside.

"call"

Just as he breathed a sigh of relief, Sato Shizuka, one of only two extraordinary individuals in Japan who was also invited to the Dharma assembly and was standing next to him, saw everyone around her showing extreme pain under the demonic monk's deadly chants. Without hesitation, she took action, coldly raising her hand and pressing it to the ground.

Chime! !

As a vast expanse of green light burst forth, countless green branches sprouted from the ground, enveloping the high platform where Pudu Cihang was located, layer upon layer, resembling a large green cocoon from afar.

The main purpose of this attack was clearly not to attack, but to weaken the influence of the eerie chanting on ordinary people.

"so smart."

Harada Yoshiya immediately noticed this and looked at the tall, dashing woman beside him with some surprise. She had given him a disdainful look when he tried to strike up a conversation with her.

"huh, huh"

Meanwhile, in the VIP section, the delegations from various countries, who had been suffering from splitting headaches, finally felt as if they had come back to life.

They immediately abandoned all pretense of social decorum and, under the protection of their security personnel, hurriedly ran outside.

Among them, King Rama X of Thailand, who had just been pondering how to get closer to this high monk, had the most terrified expression on his face.

He almost let a wolf into the house, almost brought this unlucky thing, who knows what it is, to Thailand.

"Let's go, let's go right now!!"

At that moment, the Thai king's voice was shrill, almost like that of a eunuch, as he quickly fled with the help of his security personnel.

But after walking only a few steps, one of the security guards in a black suit noticed something was wrong. He raised his pistol, aimed it at the large bag moving rapidly on the ground in front of them, and frantically pulled the trigger.

Bang, bang bang——

A barrage of metal bullets fired, the ground cracked open, and a gigantic centipede with a cold, metallic sheen emerged.

These are the disciples and grand-disciples of the Bodhisattva of Compassion.

In order for this demon to cause more trouble, Lu Bai also bestowed upon him the innate ability of the strange beast Qin Yuan, namely [Poison Resistance].

Now that their true colors have been revealed, Pudu Cihang is determined to have his fill.

He doesn't intend to let any of these important figures present today slip by.

"Ahhh!!"

Two security guards in black suits were immediately swallowed whole by the giant centipede.

The bullets fired at the monster's vulnerable spots, aside from its carapace, also had their effect, splattering large amounts of highly corrosive green pus and blood from the wounds. A security guard with wheat-colored skin, who was directly drenched in the bullets, let out an extremely shrill scream and, to the horrified gazes of the others, instantly turned into skeletons.

"!!!"

Upon seeing this, King Rama X of Thailand clutched his chest, nearly choking on his own breath, and suffered a heart attack, dying on the spot.

Fortunately, at this moment, Brad Leto, who was walking in the same direction as him and was guarding Prince William, helped him out.

As the saying goes, the environment can influence and change a person.

Having grown up on the streets and possessing a somewhat rebellious personality, Brad, during this period, was touted by the British media as a descendant of the Sun Knight Gawain, destined to become a new generation of Knights of the Round Table. He actually possessed some of the noble qualities of a knight, and it was as if the British media had been exaggerating his abilities that he himself had come to believe it.

Although he cannot yet be as selfless and altruistic as the ancestors of the High Temperatures family, the Thai delegation was right next to him, and he couldn't just stand by and watch them die.

"Tear!!"

In an instant, he drew the longsword made of special alloy steel that he never parted from his back, and swung it to unleash a fiery red sword aura that cleaved the giant black centipede in two from head to tail. The edges of the wound were even scalded, emitting a pungent, fishy smell of meat.

The Thai delegation members stared in astonishment at this sight.

On the British side, neither Prince William nor his security personnel seemed surprised by this.

Prince William, in particular, as the heir apparent, knew more than the average person, and glanced at the hilt of the European-style greatsword in Brad's hand.

The dragon charm they captured after defeating the dragon Smaug was cleverly inlaid into the hilt of this weapon by British craftsmen.

This transformed what was originally just an ordinary greatsword that was hard and sharp into a legendary weapon in an instant.

Even an ordinary person can unleash a powerful sword aura with it.

Of course, after extensive testing, they found that the power an ordinary person could unleash with it was ultimately limited.

Ultimately, this legendary weapon was personally handed over to the knight by his father, Charles, which greatly boosted Brad's favorability.

Through his father's various skillful methods, the three native superhumans in Britain—Brad, Emma, ​​and Michael—currently have good relationships with the royal family, which helps to solidify the royal family's position.

The only downside is that his damned brother Harry has been showing up at various public events lately with his eyesore red hair. Although he hasn't said it outright, the implication is that with the revival of Celtic mythology in the British Isles, he, as a prince with red-haired Celtic blood, should be the first in line to the British throne.

"Rip, rip!!"

While Prince William was somewhat distracted, Brad had already swung his greatsword repeatedly, killing three giant centipedes that attacked him. The foul-smelling green pus and blood splattered onto the bluestone slabs, corroding one shallow pit after another.

Blocked by these monsters, their advance was extremely slow.

With Brad, the "fire knight," leading the way, and Michael cleverly finding a concealed position to provide sniper cover for them and the Bureau of Investigation members on the US delegation's side, their team suffered relatively few casualties.

The Thai delegation, still shaken, also benefited from this; aside from the initial wave of attacks that killed some people, most of them survived afterwards.

But the other delegations without the protection of superhumans fared much worse.

Amidst screams from all sides, several delegations had already been wiped out, with the highest-ranking officials being taken away by the centipedes as a supplementary meal after the salvation of all beings.

Before they even arrived, they were still proclaiming that Nishiyama Akihiko was part of their South Korean delegation from the Great Universe Kingdom—that's even worse!!
They had intended to gravitate towards the British delegation, but halfway there, the sky suddenly darkened.

As more and more chilling energy poured out from the spatial rift, the last ray of sunlight in the sky disappeared.

The vengeful spirits that had previously been hidden in the dark clouds revealed themselves and quickly descended.

The largest number of them fell around Senso-ji Temple in Asakusa, Tokyo.

Unfortunately, one of the eerie ghostly wisps landed not far from the South Korean delegation. A gust of cold wind blew up, and what appeared before them was a ghost general shrouded in black, smoking armor, wearing a black iron mask, riding a skeletal warhorse, and wreathed in ghostly flames.

"Gurgle!" ×n
Just from their sinister appearance and imposing presence, the South Korean delegation could tell without them saying a word that the other side was at least a minor boss.

"Clatter, clatter"

Under the gaze of those eyes that flickered with eerie ghostly light, Cho Tae-yeol, the highest-ranking official in the delegation and South Korean Foreign Minister, a bespectacled old man who looked quite kind, was now trembling and his body was shaking slightly.

His face was deathly pale. He turned to the inactive security personnel around him and yelled, "Damn it, what are you standing there for? Shoot already!"

"Minister, it's a ghost! Is it afraid of bullets?!"

The two security guards supporting him answered with mournful faces.

"Uh"

That's a very good question.

South Korean Foreign Minister Cho Tae-yeol was momentarily stumped by the question.

"Tap, step"

The ghost general opposite them seemed to enjoy the fear of these living people, casually urging his horse forward, slowly taking small steps.

Suddenly, the South Korean delegation felt even more pressured.

Then a security guard looked around and spotted the British delegation walking in their direction. He pointed in that direction and exclaimed excitedly, "Minister, it's the British, and their knight who's always in the news!"

"Let's go, hurry over there!!"

Like drowning people grasping at a last straw, the eyes of all the Koreans present lit up instantly, and they frantically ran in that direction.

Even though Zhao Duilie is seventy years old, he ran at the speed of a young man. Of course, this was because he was supported by two young and strong security guards.

"What?!!"

Brad, who was walking at the front of the group, quickly noticed the group of 'refugees' running towards them, as well as the ghost general behind them who was still in no hurry, riding a skeleton warhorse and strolling along.

Instantly, powerful, eerie ghostly energy rushed towards the British delegation.

Brad's face immediately darkened. He gripped the greatsword inlaid with dragon runes tightly with both hands, staring at the enemy who gave him a strong sense of crisis with an extremely solemn expression.

Behind him, knowing that these Koreans were the cause of their trouble, even Prince William, with his usual composure, couldn't help but swear, cursing with a grim face, "Shit, those damn Koreans!!"

King Rama X of Thailand, who was with the British delegation, completely abandoned any semblance of royal decorum, and began shouting at the Koreans in English, "Stop! Stop! You damned bastards! I, as the King of Thailand, order you to stop!!"

Nonsense! We are citizens of a great nation, and you, a mere King of Thailand, have no right to order us around!
Faced with a life-or-death crisis, the South Korean delegation members didn't care about anything else. Even though security personnel from the British and Thai delegations had guns pointed at them, they still gritted their teeth and ran over, panting heavily, and hid behind the extraordinary knight Brad.

Brad's face darkened at the sight. He suppressed the urge to swing his sword and kill these Korean bastards. He silently recited the eight rules of chivalry and, seeing the terrifying ghost general riding towards him, launched the first attack.

(End of this chapter)