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Chapter 173 Ten Thousand Soul Flags

Boom! !

These loud bangs sounded like thunder, but in reality...
Because the temperature around the greatsword inlaid with dragon runes rose rapidly, fiery red energy continuously overflowed from the sword, and in a very short time, it evaporated all the clouds within a radius of dozens of miles.

Finally, to everyone's astonishment, the fiery red energy gradually gathered, forming a lifelike fire dragon with scales, claws, and horns, exuding a terrifying aura.

As Yan Chixia made a sword gesture with his hands and pointed forward with one hand, an enormous fire dragon stretched its body in the sky, roaring and raising its head forward. Wherever it passed, flames rolled and surged, and the strong heat wave could be clearly felt from a great distance, quickly dyeing the dark sky a fiery red, like the sunset glow at dusk.

This was actually the power of a dragon talisman that Lu Bai had imbued with part of the [Illumination] supernatural ability. Naturally, it was the perfect counter to these ghostly spirits that he had casually created.

As the fire dragon raised its claws and charged towards the City of the Wrongfully Dead, which exuded an overwhelming ghostly aura, the ghostly spirits surrounding it that got close were burned to ashes by the scorching flames.

The horde of ghosts that had just left Brad, Harada Yoshiya, and Sato Shizuka helpless were melting away in the overwhelming, scorching red light. Their bodies turned into black smoke, and the next second they were evaporated without a trace.

All of this, though it sounds like a long story, actually happened in the blink of an eye.

Tens of millions of viewers around the world are glued to their television sets, not daring to blink, watching this extraordinary disaster unfolding in Tokyo.

Seeing that this free-spirited and unrestrained Taoist priest had solved a major problem that no one else could solve as soon as he appeared, they were filled with shock and also became extremely curious about the Taoist priest's background.

"Yan Chixia, this Taoist priest's name clearly indicates that he is Chinese."

"Damn it, Master Yan looks exactly like one of us Koreans."

"You idiots upstairs, your South Korean delegation is probably finished by now, and you're still bragging."

Because this parallel world doesn't have movies like "A Chinese Ghost Story" or "The Mummy," people don't know Yan Chixia's origins.

At this time, people from China, Japan, and South Korea argued online for thousands of posts about which country Yan Chixia belonged to.

Meanwhile, in the conference room of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department, Chief Inspector Noyama, who had just called his daughter, had learned the whole story from her.

This includes the identity and origin of the demonic monk Pudu Cihang, and why they came out of the spatial rift with this hero Yan.

When Director Nogami carefully considered his words and slowly uttered these words, it immediately caused everyone in the meeting room to look on with question marks.

"That wicked monk, Pudu Cihang, was encountered at sea over a thousand years ago by Master Jianzhen on his journey to Japan."

"He and this Taoist priest Yan from Mount Shu subdued Pudu Cihang together, but because Master Jianzhen felt that Pudu Cihang had profound Buddhist nature and could not bear to kill it, he took it to Japan to slowly convert it?!"

To be honest, if I weren't worried that Master Jianzhen had already attained enlightenment and become one of the celestial beings or Buddhas, I would have thought...

Many high-ranking officials from the Metropolitan Police Department present felt like cursing at that moment.

Why do you monks always like to play that "lay down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the spot" nonsense?

Now look what's happened! The highly virtuous monk Jianzhen messed up, dusted himself off and passed away, leaving them with such a huge mess. What a bastard!

In the meeting room, one of the high-ranking police officers finally couldn't help but curse out loud.

Compared to his colleagues who were at least fifty years old, this high-ranking officer in the Metropolitan Police Department was only in his forties, holding the position of Superintendent General, which is already a very high position in the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department.

The reason he was able to take this position at such a young age was certainly not because of his outstanding abilities as publicized, but because of his illustrious family background.

His father was none other than Defense Minister Gen Nakatani, one of the high-ranking Japanese officials who was devoured by the Pudu Cihang!
For nearly a century, their family has been a mainstay of Japanese politics, producing three cabinet ministers alone.

But now, hearing that his father and all his close relatives had died for such a strange reason, this high-ranking police officer was filled with rage and felt like he wanted to flatten the Tōshōdai-ji Temple that Jianzhen had built.

In contrast to him, who had just lost his father, the other high-ranking officers of the Metropolitan Police Department, after a period of surprise and anger, focused most of their attention on Master Yan, who was said to be a swordsman from Mount Shu, and silently calculated how long he had lived.

If we count from the time when Master Jianzhen made his third voyage to Japan, which was in 743 AD, it has been almost 1,300 years since then.

Even if Yan Chixia was a young man back then, he's nearly 1,300 years old now!
The other person looked like a young man in his thirties or forties. Hiss, no wonder he talks about cultivating Taoism and preserving health.

The Metropolitan Police Department's top officials, thinking about this generation, were filled with fervent interest. This lifespan, three times longer than American history, was far more attractive to them than any superhuman abilities involving fighting and killing.

After all, those who can climb to their positions are generally over 55 years old, if not 70 or 80.

Even with access to the best medical resources, it's still visibly true that bodily functions are declining.

But this Taoist priest Yan from Mount Shu was different.
Everyone in the meeting room turned their attention to the screen.

After annihilating the large group of ghosts on the outer perimeter, Yan Chixia raised his palm and slammed it towards the City of the Unjustly Dead, shouting, "Wind and Fire Divine Weapons, by the law, swiftly!!"

As his words fell, the fire dragon formed from the 'Dragon Talisman' emitted a blazing red light and crashed into the City of the Unjustly Dead.

Time seemed to slow down at this moment, everything was frozen in place, all sounds stopped, and even light could only move slowly.

The next moment, an expanding red light erupted from the fire dragon's body, forming a massive fireball that blotted out the sky, illuminating the Tokyo sky like a supernova explosion. Everyone saw a fiery red 'sun' appear in the sky.

Some people, who weren't wearing sunglasses, were dazzled by the blinding light and couldn't see anything for a moment.

"Oh, God."

Prince William, wearing sunglasses, looked up at the scene from where the British delegation was located, completely stunned.

The British government has studied the dragon charm for so long, and this is the first time they've realized that its power is so terrifying.

This power even surpasses the nuclear weapons that humanity is most proud of; just looking at it from afar gives one a sense of unease.

It is easy to imagine how terrifying the power of that Holy Lord, the master of these talismans, must be.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The continuous explosions in the sky caused the large swath of dark clouds and black mist that had been hanging over Tokyo to completely dissipate.

Warm sunlight streamed down from above.

After nearly a morning of anxiety, people finally saw the sun again, and the tension in their hearts eased a little, but not completely.

Because the battle in the sky was not over, amidst the towering red flames, the much-damaged City of the Dead still stood there, not completely dissipated. A colossal black serpent, emanating billowing black energy, coiled around the City of the Dead, shielding it from the remaining attacks. The source of this black energy was naturally the black flag in the Ghost General's hand.

Standing atop the city wall of the City of the Unjustly Dead, he laughed angrily, "Fine, fine, fine, Yan Chixia, you've destroyed thousands of years of accumulation within my Ten Thousand Souls Banner. Today, I'll see whether you kill faster or I summon souls faster!!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the demon general waved the black flag in his hand, from which black energy continuously emanated, drifting downwards and seeping into the underground of various parts of Tokyo.

Among them, the Yasukuni Shrine, located in Chiyoda Ward and originally named 'Tokyo Shokonsha', is probably the place most permeated by dark energy.

This startled the Tokyo residents hiding inside, who looked around the shrine with some fear.

These people fled here because they believed that the 'heroes' in the shrine would protect them from evil spirits.

But now it seems...
Under everyone's somewhat tense gaze, a large, eerie white mist suddenly rose within the shrine.

The sound of orderly footsteps rang out.

Hundreds of soldiers dressed in Japanese military uniforms from World War II, carrying Type 38 rifles, walked out expressionlessly.

You could clearly see that they had many injuries. Some had their legs blown off, some had their bloody intestines exposed, and some were left with only half a rotting head.

"vomit!!"

Inside the shrine, a Japanese woman who had just been praying for these 'heroes' to bless her covered her mouth and gagged a few times in disgust.

Meanwhile, a Japanophile woman who had immigrated here with her husband because she loved Japan so much was still comforting herself.

"Don't worry, darling, we're Japanese now. These heroes certainly won't harm us. Maybe they're here to eliminate those demons and monsters outside?"

Before she could finish speaking, she suddenly felt a chill in her chest. Looking down, she saw a cold, sharp Japanese military sword piercing her heart.

The next second, her entire head flew off.

“Ah, ahhh—”

Inside the shrine, the Japanese who had just managed to maintain their composure screamed and scattered, only to find that the shrine's entrances and exits had already been blocked.

Pfft! !

Upon seeing this, the middle-aged man in the suit trembled and knelt down, kowtowing and begging for mercy to the evil spirit in the colonel's uniform in front of him.

"Colonel, please don't kill me! Please don't kill me! I often come to pay my respects to you World War II heroes; you're one of our own!"

puff! !
The next second, the middle-aged man in the suit stopped speaking, because with a flash of cold light, his head flew off, and blood gushed from his neck.

“Ah, ahhh!!”

For a moment, screams echoed throughout the shrine, and billowing black smoke rose from it, merging into the Ten Thousand Souls Banner of the Ghost Generals in the City of the Wrongfully Dead.

Located in Chiyoda Ward, less than two kilometers from Yasukuni Shrine, the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department naturally noticed the unusual activity at the shrine immediately.

It wasn't just shrines; plumes of black smoke rose from all over Tokyo, and some observant staff at the Metropolitan Police Department quickly noticed that the demon general in the sky seemed to have a particular fondness for evil people.

Almost all the places where black smoke rises are either the headquarters of various yakuza organizations in Tokyo or those wealthy neighborhoods.

And of course, there are the various US military bases in Tokyo.

In the Yokota base.

US Vice President Vance had just arrived at the base under the protection of Secret Service agents, thinking he would soon be able to leave Tokyo safely by boat.

As a result, shortly after they entered the base, a large amount of eerie white fog rose up.

"Isn't it?!"

Nathan, the FBI agent who had been on tenterhooks and had finally made it here, felt a chill run down his spine upon seeing this. He and his colleagues, who were now half gone, carefully protected the vice president, whose face had turned ashen.

Kane, as the main force, had a solemn expression, his hands, clad in arm armor, clenched tightly as he cautiously observed his surroundings.

"The moonlight shines hazily on the eastern hills, the floating world is like a dream every night, Gion is shrouded in mist and haze."

Just as everyone was on edge, a clear and melodious geisha song came from within the white mist.

Amidst the astonished and uncertain gazes of the American delegation, the white mist dissipated before them, revealing an incredibly realistic illusion.

The scene in the hallucination likely took place decades ago, with a teenage Japanese girl dressed as a geisha, nervously performing a waka poem in front of a group of American officers.

Each of these American officers had one or two scantily clad Japanese women in their arms, forcing smiles.

"Ha ha."

In the illusion, the American officers laughed heartily, but in reality, the members of the American delegation, upon seeing this bizarre and strange scene, were all sweating profusely and quietly swallowing.

Under their intensely tense gaze, the scene in the illusion had changed. The Japanese girl, who had previously looked innocent, was now completely naked, her fair skin covered in bruises. She was hanging from a beam with a rope, her long black hair disheveled, and her eyes stared ahead with intense resentment, as if she were watching the American delegation in reality through decades of time.

"Damn it, what have those soldiers been doing here? When I get back home, I'm going to report them and have them all court-martialed."

Even Vice President Vance was startled by that look, and his body involuntarily took a few steps back, while he deliberately uttered some things that he himself did not believe.

The FBI agent who was protecting him gasped in shock and raised his gun in terror.

rustling—

In a thick, white fog, the Japanese girl from before emerged, her limbs twisting like a spider, crawling out with a posture no human could possibly manage.

And it wasn't just one; it split into hundreds or even thousands, instantly surrounding the entire American delegation and staring at them with venomous eyes.

(End of this chapter)