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Chapter 171 Transformation into a Dragon
To be honest, Gawain, as a Heroic Spirit, has not reappeared since he left last time.

Brad wasn't sure if his method would work.

He was simply trying anything as a last resort.

Fortunately, just as people remember him, this Knight of the Round Table was incredibly upright and kind, shining warmly on the earth like the sun.

He responded to Brad's request, though he did not come in person.

But under the watchful eyes of satellites from various countries, a dazzling golden beam of light could be clearly seen falling from the sky, shattering the eerie black clouds that shrouded Tokyo, and landing squarely on Brad.

In an instant, Brad, who had just felt he didn't even have the strength to get up, was enveloped in a holy and intense golden light. The flames on his body, which were about to go out, suddenly burst into flames again as if injected with adrenaline, and the color of the flames turned as golden as the sun!

Sizzle, sizzle...

The high temperature of several thousand degrees caused the ground beneath Brad's feet to soften into a liquid state, bubbling and gurgling with hot water.

From high above, it looks as if a new sun has appeared on the ground, radiating endless light and heat.

"No way, is this even possible?!"

In the distance, Michael had found a better spot and loaded the last relic bullet.

Seeing this, he speechlessly moved his left eye away from the sniper scope to avoid being blinded by the light.

Amidst the dazzling golden flames, Brad felt an immense power surging through his body, a power that seemed capable of shattering anything, leaving him somewhat incredulous.

He looked up at the ghost general who had suddenly stopped in his tracks, raised his greatsword again, and said confidently, "Come on, let's have another fight."

As he spoke, he stomped heavily on the softened ground, his whole body moving like a swift arrow, eager to regain his lost ground.

Sensing the intense solar power emanating from the other party, which clearly restrained him, the ghostly green flames in the demon general's eyes flickered, but he chose not to confront it head-on.

Whew, whimper...

A chilling wind swept through the area, and the others vanished from their original positions, heading towards the Imperial Palace, the most central location in Tokyo.

Compared to the monsters that were causing chaos earlier, this is the battlefield that intelligence agencies from various countries are most concerned about.

Because the evil monk who caused all this is no longer at Senso-ji Temple, but has come to the palace where the Emperor resides. He sits cross-legged, with a large expanse of golden Buddhist light radiating behind him, accompanied by chanting and auspicious clouds, forming a giant golden Buddha with a broad face, large ears, and a solemn appearance above the Imperial Palace.

After the golden body and Dharma image, a radiant golden light of merit emanated from it, so lifelike that it truly seemed as if the Buddha had descended to earth.

Judging by its appearance alone, 99% of Buddhists would immediately prostrate themselves in worship.

But if you look closely at the churning ground around the Pudu Cihang (a Buddhist pilgrimage site), it's quite terrifying.

It was a dense swarm of black centipedes.

Just like a busy bee, it brought all the important people who came to participate in the Water and Land Dharma Assembly to him, and in the blink of an eye, these people, regardless of their previous status or wealth, were all sucked dry by Pudu Cihang.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

As more and more important figures were drained of their life force, lightning flashed and thunder roared over Tokyo. It seemed that even the heavens sensed something and sent down torrential rain as a warning to the world.

Meanwhile, Yoshiya Harada and Shizuka Sato, two Japanese superhumans, had also come here with this demonic monk to protect Princess Kako, the last direct descendant of the Japanese imperial family, and were unable to break free.

One after another, enormous centipedes emerged from the ground.

Harada Yoshiya swung his sword and killed one, then two more appeared. He swung his sword and killed two more, then four more appeared. He couldn't kill them all.

Not far from him, Sato Shizuka faced an even more perilous situation.

She had to protect Princess Kako while also dealing with attacks from monsters coming from all directions. After fighting for so long, she was already quite exhausted, both physically and mentally.

In particular, these ghosts are tangible but intangible; they disperse after a single strike and then reassemble in the distance, making them not very easy for her to deal with.

After a while, Sato Shizuka, who was already a bit irritable, couldn't take it anymore. She raised her palm and slammed it on the ground. A bright green light burst forth, and countless trees rose from the ground, forming an enormous blue wooden dragon that carried the three of them as it flew away into the distance.

"Amitabha."

After absorbing the blood, flesh, and fortune of those great figures, Pudu Cihang, who had been sitting there with his head bowed and eyes lowered, waiting for his chance to transform into a dragon, finally made his move.

At this moment, the giant Buddha above the Imperial Palace clasped its hands together, its face filled with compassion, and slapped a large swastika at the blue wooden dragon that was trying to leave.

boom! !

In an instant, a dazzling golden ocean filled the sky and the earth. The massive body of the struck wooden dragon cracked open and plummeted downwards, swaying precariously.

"Ah..."

Amidst the howling wind, Harada Yoshiya quickly grabbed one of the broken horns of the wooden dragon, while holding the demon sword Onikiri in his other hand. He then used his arm to encircle Princess Yoshiko, who probably weighed less than a hundred pounds, and shouted to Sato Shizuka, whose face was slightly pale:
"Quickly think of a way, Miss Sato. We might not die from falling from such a height, but Princess Yoshiko is an ordinary person, she's definitely going to die."

"I……"

Just as Sato Shizuka was about to finish speaking, she was already exhausted from summoning the wooden dragon, and this severe injury made her head spin and her head spin. She actually fell off the wooden dragon.

"No."

Harada Yoshiya's eyes twitched slightly at the sight, and he couldn't care less about anything else. He turned to the popular Japanese princess beside him and shouted, "Hold me tight!"

As he spoke, he jumped down, and with his free hand, he grabbed Sato Shizuka's clothes.

The three of them fell at high speed together.

Until he deliberately controlled his descent direction, as he passed a building.

Harada Yoshiya then plunged the demon sword, radiating layers of bloody aura, straight into the concrete and steel wall on one side of the building.

Zizzi! !
A blinding spark ignited.

The thirty-plus-story building was slashed from top to bottom by the demon sword Onikiri, leaving a straight, smooth cut that made Harada Yoshiya's hand go numb.

Fortunately, the three of them stopped falling and landed safely.

"call……"

Before they could even catch their breath, a sudden gust of cold wind swept around them, carrying away an extremely valuable item from Princess Kako's body—the Yasakani no Magatama, one of the Three Sacred Treasures of Japan, which was kept in the Imperial Palace.

Although many historians have stated that the real Yasakani no Magatama was lost in the war.

But this was, after all, a treasure that their royal family had kept for hundreds of years. After the incident, Princess Kako immediately took the treasure with her, just in case.

"So, after all this fighting, what that evil monk actually wanted wasn't Princess Kako, but that Yasakani no Magatama?!"

Harada Yoshiya and the other two stood there looking at each other, somewhat confused.

until……

A clear, crisp buzzing sound suddenly rang out in the sky.

They looked up and saw the Yasakani no Magatama shining brightly, floating above the Tokyo Imperial Palace. Numerous pale yellow light spots gathered from all directions of Japan, and using this as a guide, they merged into the body of Pudu Cihang, who was sitting cross-legged inside the Imperial Palace.

"This is..." Everyone who witnessed this scene stared wide-eyed.

Some religious figures who were well-versed in various historical legends and stories were inspired to write extensively about this.

Well, although there is no such thing as luck in reality, what just happened was actually an illusion created by Lu Bai.

But considering what that wicked monk did, and the scene before us now, it's just too similar!
Inside the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department headquarters.

With most high-ranking officials now inside the womb of Pudu Cihang.

As the chief of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department, Chief Inspector Nogami has become one of the most powerful officials in Tokyo.

At this moment, he looked at the experts invited to the conference room, a look of surprise and uncertainty suddenly appearing on his face. His brows furrowed slightly, and he stood up and bowed slightly, saying:

"Gentlemen, our country is now at a critical juncture of life and death. If you have any discoveries, please feel free to speak them out."

"..."

The Onmyoji and Shinto priests present exchanged glances upon hearing this.

Finally, it was Tsuchimikado Yasushige, a descendant of Abe no Seimei, who stepped forward and solemnly declared:
"Director Nogami, many ancient Chinese books mention the concept of dynastic destiny. For example, the Records of the Grand Historian states that Liu Bang, the founder of the Han Dynasty, was the reincarnation of the Red Emperor. He killed a white snake, meaning he was the descendant of the White Emperor, and by following the mandate of heaven, he inherited the destiny of the Qin Dynasty..."

At this point, Tsuchimikado Yasushige looked up at the increasing number of pale yellow dots on the conference room screen, which converged above the Imperial Palace, and said in a somewhat hoarse voice:
"This wicked monk has been scheming and has devoured more than half of our Japanese high-ranking officials. Now he has appeared at the Imperial Palace and seized the Yasakani no Magatama, the sacred jewel representing imperial power. Could his purpose be to use the fortune of our Great Japanese Empire to cultivate himself?!"

boom! !

Almost the instant Tsuchimikado Yasushige uttered those words, a thick, ominous black beam of light shot into the sky from the direction of the Imperial Palace.

To everyone's astonishment, the golden Buddha above the Imperial Palace gradually dissipated.

Instead, a gigantic centipede, exuding an overwhelming demonic aura, shot into the sky alongside the black pillar of light.

It hovered above the Imperial Palace, tilted its head back, and inhaled deeply, swallowing all the golden specks of light that had been drawn to it by the Eight-Foot Magatama.

Visibly, its dark, glossy carapace gradually turned golden from its head, and a pair of long dragon horns gradually grew on its head.

Unlike the Western dragon Smaug that appeared before, the moment people saw it, they did not feel fear or dread, but rather a sense of worship as if they were seeing a god.

The Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department's conference room fell eerily silent!

The high-ranking officers of the Metropolitan Police Department, witnessing this scene, knew that Tsuchimikado Yasushige was very likely right.

This sorcerer monk, whose true form is a centipede, is truly using the luck of Japan to cultivate himself.

And it seemed that the other party was about to successfully transform into a dragon.

Swish! !
For a moment, everyone's eyes were on Tsuchimikado Yasushige, waiting for this descendant of the great Onmyoji Abe no Seimei to give a solution.

This really doesn't exist.

Under everyone's gaze, Tsuchimikado Yasushige gave an awkward yet polite smile, carefully choosing his words as he spoke:
"Perhaps we can disrupt the process before the other party has fully transformed into a dragon. Of course, my spiritual power is weak, so this task should be left to Miss Sato and Mr. Harada, two extraordinary individuals from our country."

"You say your spiritual power is weak? It's not like you actually have any spiritual power at all..."

His colleagues, who were standing nearby, rolled their eyes. They never expected that this old man would still be putting on airs.

"it is good!!"

At this point, this is the only way.

As for launching a nuclear missile at the sorcerer monk located above the Imperial Palace, let's not even talk about whether it will be effective after the launch.

Director Nogami had neither the authority nor the courage to issue such an order to detonate a nuclear bomb in Tokyo, a city with tens of millions of people.

When Harada Yoshiya, who lived near the Imperial Palace, learned that these damned bureaucrats intended for him to stop this wicked monk, his face immediately darkened.

Holding the phone, he shook his head vigorously, recommending another candidate to them.

It wasn't Sato Shizuka, who was almost exhausted, but rather Brad, the British knight who had come to chase after the demon generals and happened to run into them.

"I?!!"

Brad's lips twitched upon hearing this. He wanted to refuse, but he realized that accepting this power from the Gawain ancestor wasn't all good.

At least for now, his conviction in upholding the rules of chivalry is very strong!

A true knight, in such a perilous situation, would obviously not refuse the plea of ​​the weak.

"No!!"

For a moment, Brad seemed to have a split personality.

Despite his deep reluctance, he nodded with a serious and upright expression and accepted this arduous task.

Such chivalrous behavior made Princess Kako's eyes light up. She nervously clenched her hands together as she watched the Flame Knight wielding a greatsword, golden flames rising from his body like a small sun, leaping high and bravely slashing at the Fudo Jihang, who was still absorbing Japan's fortune, above the Imperial Palace.

boom! !

Instantly, under the gaze of countless people, this incomparably blazing golden flame sword energy cleaved through the dark clouds above the imperial palace, fierce and domineering, as if it were about to split the sky apart.

But before this incredibly fierce golden sword energy could strike Pudu Cihang, who was transforming into a dragon, it could strike.

Someone had already extended a sinister black claw to block it.

"you again?!"

With a pair of wings formed from flames behind him, Brad flew through the air, frowning as he looked at the ghost general blocking his way.

Seemingly having absorbed a lot of Japanese fortune, the other party's aura was now noticeably different, radiating a chilling ghostly aura. He turned his head and gave him a cold smile, waving a black flag in his hand, and said in a sinister voice, "Now it's your turn to run, kid."

The two people were chatting across servers, one speaking English and the other speaking Chinese.

But Brad soon realized why the other person was laughing so strangely.

Boom! !

As the ghost general waved his banner, a vast expanse of ghostly energy swept across the sky, and countless ghostly creatures flew in, forming a massive ancient city carved from a mixture of withered bones and black soil.

Inside the city, ghostly flames flickered, sometimes bright and sometimes dim.

The soldiers guarding the city brandished their weapons or lashed out with whips at the shackled prisoners. The wailing of the vengeful ghosts was like weeping and howling, and the demonic sounds of death echoed through the heavens and earth.

A heavy, oppressive aura of death rolled out, and the world fell silent and desolate, its boundless power chilling to the bone.

Meanwhile, in the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department, the Onmyoji and Shinto priests, who were generally well-versed in Chinese studies, suddenly stood up, their eyes wide, staring at the three large characters in the center of the ancient city on the screen.

"This is?!"

(End of this chapter)