I made up myths in America

Chapter 169 The city died in vain

Compared to his previous brute force when stealing the dragon charm from Smaug in the London vault, Brad now possesses a wealth of combat experience, befitting the various instructors the British royal family has provided for him during this period, as well as the significant expense in purchasing several large, live sea monsters from America to cultivate his combat experience as the 'Flame Knight'.

At this moment, facing this enemy who was putting immense psychological pressure on him, he dared not hold back and launched a full-force attack right from the start.

Terrifying heat emanated from the greatsword in his hand, forming an orange-red firestorm, which he unleashed with a single strike.

boom! ! !
In an instant, thousands of flames swept in, instantly engulfing the street in front of them.

The bluestone pavement affected by the flames turned from solid to liquid, with scalding liquid flowing in the shallow pits created by the fire.

This shows how high the temperature of the flames is, and how terrifying the dragon talisman that can ignite these flames must be.

And then a scorching heatwave swept in.

The members of the British, Thai, and South Korean delegations quickly moved further away, but their eyes remained fixed on the front, hoping that the Flame Knight would be able to deliver a powerful blow and ideally eliminate the Ghost General with a single sword strike.

However, it does not.

Reality is not a game; the BOSS won't just stand there and let you attack it. The street ahead, engulfed in flames, is completely empty.

The ghost general, clad in ancient armor and shrouded in black smoke, had already appeared on the other side of the street the moment the flames reached him, riding his skeletal warhorse as if by teleportation. He still maintained his leisurely demeanor, his eyes, flashing with eerie green ghost flames, looking down at Brad, seemingly gesturing for him to come and try attacking again.

I just learned swordsmanship, how can I tolerate this?!
Brad, who had grown up on the streets, suddenly became stubborn.

He gripped the heavy sword with both hands, took a few deep breaths, and channeled the power of the dragon talisman, instantly engulfing his entire body in scorching flames.

This temperature, which would be fatal to an ordinary person, was just right for Brad, and actually enhanced his combat abilities.

After all, he is a descendant of the Sun Knight Gawain. Although he is not as powerful as his ancestor Gawain, who was the Son of the Sun, he can still be a minor Son of Fire.

As the scorching orange flames enveloped Brad's entire body, his outer clothing instantly turned to ashes, leaving only the special inner armor he wore underneath.
It was made from the scales that fell off Smaug's body during the Battle of the Bank of London.

This inner armor has excellent heat resistance, preventing Brad from exposing his genitals every time he uses his ultimate ability.

boom! Boom boom! !
With the help of the flames, Brad expanded outwards, gripping a heavy sword wreathed in orange-red flames in both hands. He strode across the ground and charged towards the sinister ghost general.

"Humph!!"

This time, it seemed that he had tested the opponent's strength and weakness, and the ghost general did not back down again.

He raised the blade in his hand, which was emanating ominous black energy, and slashed fiercely as he rode his skeletal warhorse.

Clang! !

Two sharp blades, one large and one small, clashed, creating a powerful gust of wind that swept wildly in all directions from the two of them.

However, judging from his size, Brad, who was covered in flames, was actually larger at this moment.

However, combat effectiveness cannot be compared solely based on physical size.

The two exerted their strength simultaneously. One was wrapped in scorching flames, while the other exuded a chilling, ghostly aura. Neither of them retreated an inch in the head-on collision. On the contrary, the nearby bluestone pavement could not withstand the pressure, and spiderweb cracks suddenly spread out, showing a tendency to widen further.

The surrounding wooden houses, which were not very sturdy to begin with, shook violently under the powerful shockwaves generated by the struggle between the two structures, and finally collapsed with a crash.

"This is genuine superhuman power!!"

Prince William, who had retreated to a more distant location under the protection of those around him, watched this scene from afar, his heart filled with envy and longing.

If he could also possess this power, he wouldn't be living such a stifled life lately. As a middle-aged man, his already sparse hair follicles have recently died off due to excessive pressure. He is constantly worried that he will lose his position as crown prince and be taken away by his damned brother Harry.

"Quickly, contact Michael and tell him to seize the opportunity to help Brad."

Prince William, being in a position of authority, only needed to be shocked and distracted, while Agent Smith, who had recently been promoted to head of the BPRD, had many more things to consider among the security personnel beside him.

He watched from afar as the street was also ravaged by raging flames and chilling ghostly energy, unsure of who had the upper hand between the two.

But no matter what, Brad, as a crucial member of their team's superhuman combat force, absolutely cannot be allowed to die!
As he gave instructions to the BPRD beside him, he anxiously huddled in the house with the others, looking up at the now completely gloomy, overcast sky above Tokyo.
At this moment, just as at that moment.

This scene is so similar to that night in London.

What was even more frightening than that night in London was that, although no more meteorites were falling from the sky, clumps of eerie black mist were falling, filled with all sorts of vengeful spirits and ghosts.

And most of them seem to have chosen Senso-ji Temple as their landing point.

This made the group, who no longer had superhuman protection, feel very insecure.

Despite holding a gun, he was like a frightened bird, trembling at the slightest sound.

Meanwhile, from a secluded vantage point, Michael had already received a distress message from BPRD agents.

"I'm a nobleman now, if I still have to listen to you, then what's the point of being an earl?"

Even so, he still held the specially made sniper rifle in his hand, squinted slightly, and used his abnormal eyesight, comparable to that of an eagle, to aim at the head of the ghost general in the far distance, and pulled the trigger.

Three seconds later, a specially designed bullet, carried by the wind, was fired from the sniper rifle, tearing through the air at incredible speed and striking the head of the Ghost General who was still locked in a fierce struggle with Brad.

In an instant, a loud explosion rang out in the street.

Two of the three bullets made from relics of Jesus entered Smaug's eyes and have not been recovered to this day.

Michael certainly wouldn't be so extravagant as to use his last one on this little boss.

He used explosive projectiles that are explicitly banned by the international community. These projectiles not only have armor-piercing capabilities, but also release incendiary substances and explode upon impact with the target.

Specially made by the British arsenal for the sharpshooter Michael, this weapon was incredibly powerful, and when it hit the villain, it had a significant effect.

Taking advantage of the momentary stiffness in the opponent's body caused by the sudden explosion and flames...

Brad roared, flames erupting from his body as he forcefully deflected the longsword emanating a chilling aura from his opponent's hand. He then slashed down with tremendous force, delivering a vicious blow to the ghost general.

boom! !

In an instant, a storm of blazing red flames swept out, striking the ghost general's chest like a meteor.

It was dazzling and colorful, yet contained terrifying power, blasting the opponent and his horse far away.

Visibly, the ghost general's body, which had been indistinguishable from an ordinary person just moments before, became somewhat transparent. The black iron mask on his face shattered, revealing a cold, expressionless middle-aged face. The skeletal warhorse beneath him, with a roar, turned into wisps of black smoke and vanished.

"Cough cough, people from foreign lands, indeed despicable."

Despite his injuries, the ghost general showed little panic. He raised his hand and grasped at the air, and a black array flag appeared in his hand, wreathed in ghostly flames and billowing black smoke, with the words "Black Mountain" and "Wrongful Death" written on it.

In a distant building, in a delegation closely monitoring the battlefield, an elderly professor from the South Korean delegation, an expert in Chinese studies, turned pale upon seeing the words on the black flag and exclaimed that it was impossible.

"What's wrong with him? Why is he suddenly acting like he's gone mad?!"

The British delegation was still puzzled, while the South Korean and Thai delegations panicked after hearing the old professor's explanation.

The City of the Unjustly Dead!!

This name is quite familiar to people from countries within the Southeast Asian cultural sphere.

It is said that the place was created by Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva to house the souls of those who died unjustly, and its nature is similar to a prison in the mortal world where criminals are imprisoned.

"So...they're like vengeful spirits imprisoned in hell?!"

In the British delegation, Prince William tried to understand the old professor's explanation in English.

"That's one way to think about it, but they're definitely more ferocious than vengeful spirits, that's..."

Before the old professor could finish speaking, he froze, and everyone else in the room stared wide-eyed out the window, just like him.

On the deserted and desolate street, seemingly summoned by the flag, gusts of cold wind and black smoke swept in, and one after another, ferocious-looking ghosts of various shapes appeared without warning behind the flag unfurled by the ghost general, their eerie gazes fixed on the living people opposite them.

!!!

Brad, who was just about to finish off the ghost general in one fell swoop, suddenly froze. He raised his heavy sword and then lowered it again, forcing a smile onto his face: "How about we compromise? You let us leave, and I won't care what you're doing here?"

"Heh, except for the few high-ranking officials that Lord Pudu Cihang wanted, everyone else was killed."

The ghost general spoke in a chilling tone, waving his hand dismissively, showing no intention of negotiation.

"Yes."

"Jiehaha"

In an instant, black smoke and ghostly energy surged forth, like a mass of black ink spreading in the air. Brad, who had just been in the lead, was now facing a desperate situation.

The three delegation members inside the house were completely dumbfounded, staring blankly at the ghosts that were far more terrifying than the Hundred Ghosts, their minds blank, having essentially lost the ability to think.

Until they discovered that a mournful and poignant female ballad was suddenly playing in the room.

"My love is in my heart, while I am heartbroken. Only the moon knows my sorrow. Meeting is difficult, parting is easy. Now, this abandoned woman regrets her actions too late."

This ancient melody, with its Chinese flavor, was eerie and desolate. Even though the people present couldn't understand its meaning, they were all sweating profusely and getting goosebumps all over their bodies.

Because the surrounding area is full of tourist attractions built around Senso-ji Temple, the buildings are all designed in a traditional and antique style.

Upon hearing the singing, a member of the South Korean delegation, who was in the innermost room, turned around stiffly and discovered a slender woman in a blue dress with long black hair cascading to the floor sitting in front of a mirror behind him.

She sang softly as she combed her hair with a wooden comb, her back to the crowd.

Upon witnessing this scene, the South Korean delegation member felt as if fear had gripped his heart, making it difficult for him to even breathe.

"Uh, uh-uh."

He gripped his neck tightly with both hands, his eyes gradually turning white, and his face turned bluish-purple due to lack of oxygen.

This scene was quickly witnessed by the other members of the South Korean delegation, who were already nervous and looking around anxiously.

"Ah! Shiba!!"

"Minister, there's a ghost there!!"

Before long, everyone discovered that ghosts had infiltrated the room.

In a panic, some people raised their guns and pulled the triggers in the direction of the blue-clad female ghost.

Boom! !
Hundreds of bullets pierced the walls of the wooden house, but the blue-clad female ghost remained unharmed, sitting in front of the mirror, calmly doing her makeup, and finishing the last part of the song.

"My dear, do you know that I have been ill with tuberculosis for a long time, and that I will soon die of heartbreak because of you?"

As the last line was sung, everyone in the house looked somewhat bewildered. Never before had they felt such disgust and hatred for their companions. The more they looked, the more repulsive the other person seemed, like the neighbor who had cheated on them.

"Hahaha, you damned old bastard, I've wanted to kill you for ages! Die, you damned bastard!!"

Surprisingly, South Korean Foreign Minister Cho Tae-yeol became the most popular figure in the delegation.

At least half of the delegation lunged at him with ferocious expressions, and then they started fighting and biting each other, completely losing their minds.

"This this"

Prince William watched this scene with horror and backed away, wondering why he was the only one unaffected.

Suddenly, he remembered something and took out a crystal pendant from his pocket. The white crystal was an oak leaf that was glowing.

This was given to him by his wife Kate before he came to Japan; she said it was a lucky charm that she had specifically asked Miss Emma for.

"So that's it."

Having figured it out, Prince William gritted his teeth and suppressed the urge to run away immediately, mainly because if he escaped alone, his chances of survival would be virtually zero.

Take this glowing crystal pendant to the British delegation members who are wrestling and fighting amongst themselves, and awaken them from their illusions.

William disregarded the people from the other two countries and shouted urgently, "Go go go, let's get out of here right now!"

"Hiss. Okay."

Agent Smith got up, touched his neck which had almost been snapped, glared at his men, and quickly left the house with Prince William.

(End of this chapter)