A person in Tokyo becomes a demon god

Chapter 226 Heroes from All Walks of Life (Perverts) Gather at the Rose Garden

"Among the prizes this time,"

"Are there really such secret treasures as the leaves of the World Tree?"

On the road to the Netherlands, pedestrians stepped aside, watching the passing carriages with fear on their faces.

It was more like a giant golden tent than a carriage: adorned with countless gems and gold, dazzling and incredibly luxurious; as it moved forward, it jingled like coins, making it a veritable mobile treasure trove.

Such a carriage, laden with treasures, should have inspired envy and jealousy.

But the cart was pulled by two giant wolves with fur as dark as flames, their eyes burning with golden fire, their hooves thundering like muffled thunder—they were ferocious dragonblood wolves.

Behind the giant carriage was a group of valiant Arab warriors on horseback, their faces covered by white robes and turbans. Their exposed eyes swept across the scene, causing passersby to lower their heads and avoid eye contact. On each of their horses hung heads of varying ages, proving that it wasn't that no one coveted this treasured carriage, but rather that all those who coveted it were dead.

"Hahaha~~"

"Of course, who am I? Why would I lie to you?"

Inside the enormous carriage, a man with a group of mature beauties in his arms waved his hand generously.

"In Attila's name, if you fight for me, you will surely get what you want."

The man wore a Xiongnu robe with the left side overlapping the right, the luxurious white fur a symbol of his status. His right arm was fully exposed for riding a horse and shooting arrows; yet he wore sunglasses and smiled like a shrewd businessman.

"no problem!"

The one slapping his flat chest loudly was none other than Wood Spirit No. 17!
"If I can obtain the 'World Leaf,' my strength will reach a new level. At that time, I will take down any enemy, no matter who they are!"

"Oh, little seventeen, you have such a great presence, I love it."

The man in sunglasses gave a thumbs up, and his exaggerated words made the cold-faced 'knight-errant' standing to the side, who was carrying a three-foot-long green sword, with his hair tied in a bun, wearing a men's right-fastening robe, a breastplate, wrist guards, and leg wraps, snort disdainfully.

Another fool who was used by the Xiongnu king.

"Little Mulan, I heard your complaints."

The man wearing sunglasses remained motionless, but turned his head 180 degrees; the gaze hidden behind the sunglasses fell on the person dressed as a 'knight-errant'.

"I have never mistreated my men; 'Generous Attila' is me! Don't you agree?!"

Yes, that's right.

"His Majesty is the most generous!"

"He's just too much of a flirt, hehehe~~"

Upon hearing the man's question, the mature beauties surrounding him nodded in agreement.

They were all widows, spoils of war collected by this 'Hunter King' along the way: they should have fought desperately, resisting to the death, but:

The other party gave us far too much.

On one side are ruthless Hun knights, and on the other side are gold and silver treasures. The choice is not difficult.

Besides, this 'Xiongnu King' was not bad-looking, knowledgeable, eloquent, and generous with rewards when he was in a good mood, so it was quite normal to be easily captured by him.

"Humph,"

The indifferent swordsman simply snorted in response.

This guy certainly doesn't mistreat his subordinates; he even gave her, this 'assassin,' a large amount of land and money to keep by his side.

Unfortunately, their hero is our enemy.

She infiltrated his inner circle, waiting for an opportunity to assassinate this 'Hun King'.

"Sister Mulan, why did you participate in the Rose Garden Competition?"

"what?!"

Before question number 17 could be finished, the chivalrous woman known as 'Mulan' interrupted her with a sharp voice.

"Who are you calling 'sister'? I'm a guy, understand? I'm a brother."

???

After being angrily rebuked by the other party, who was blushing, Wood Spirit No. 17 was full of question marks.

No, you don't think wearing men's clothes makes you a man, do you? Where's your Adam's apple? Where's your beard? Where's your broad shoulders? And that butt of yours?
"Oh dear, the child doesn't know any better and is just talking nonsense."

With a swift movement, he pulled Number 17 into his arms, and the man who called himself Alati explained in a low voice:
"Little Mulan always thought she had disguised herself very successfully, so you know what I mean~~"

It's not just about her cross-dressing as a man, but also her scheming assassination plot.

Oh, I got it.

So she's a woman who identifies as male.

Unaware of the situation, Wood Spirit #17 suddenly realized that such situations were not uncommon in her 'world'.

Why didn't you say it earlier?
"Okay, Brother Mulan."

Number 17 obediently changed her tune. If you ask her why she was suddenly so 'obedient', well, she's obviously been beaten up by the other party!
Despite getting beaten up a lot, Number 17 still has the strength to receive an invitation from the 'Rhine River Elf': so he was recruited by them to participate in the Rose Garden Competition.

"Little Seventeen, don't get too close to that housewife enthusiast, you'll catch it."

"Hey, hey, hey, I'm your boss, aren't I?"

An unpretentious Hun king, an assassin ready to strike at any moment, and a defeated 'otherworldly visitor'—this eccentric group also headed towards the Rose Garden.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

"Ms. Ling,"

"You want me, a journalist, to participate in a competition?"

On the bustling medieval street, News King Bird's face was full of hesitation, as if saying, "I can't do it."

Let him fight in the ring? He'd be doomed!
"It doesn't matter,"

The leopard naturally had its own considerations, which were:

“Strictly speaking, I am ‘two people,’ so leave the fighting to me.”

Within her still resides the great hero Siegfried; however, Rei now harbors doubts about the so-called 'great hero'.

because:

"Lord Ling, please mount your horse."

Wearing a horse head mask and with a horse tail stuffed behind him, the Italian prince crawled on all fours, following Ling with a fawning expression. Even the news king's live broadcast camera was too embarrassed to point it at him, otherwise, who knows how many more people in Italy would have their values ​​shattered and jump off buildings.

Other countries may not be aware of this.
Dietrich was indeed a very famous figure in Italian legend.

"Hey, aren't you supposed to be a prince?"

The leopard couldn't stand this guy anymore.

"Shouldn't he do what a prince should do?"

Upon hearing this question, Dietrich, who had been crawling beside him with a fawning expression, paused.

"Because, perhaps without me, that country would be happier?"

“I am the son of the devil, and I will only bring war—even if I win back the throne, the dead will not be brought back to life, and my uncle is actually doing a pretty good job.”

【?!】 【We need you!】

Come and protect—no, rule—Italy!

So that's how it is! So that's how it is! Are you wallowing in grief because of the deaths of your friends and subordinates?

To bear everything in such a way, great hero, you are too gentle.

Upon hearing the new information, the Italians in the real world were jolted awake, and they began to imagine: because the struggle for the throne had led to the deaths of his friends and subordinates, the disheartened prince left Italy, choosing to endure the pain to mourn his former comrades.
"No, no, no, I just simply enjoy being abused."

Before the Italians could finish explaining their excuses, News King asked a question, and the other party gave a direct negative answer.

"Beatings, curses, torture, and humiliation,"

"The physical and mental pain you experience is so addictive, it's almost unbearable, making you laugh and giggle~~"

This guy is hopeless.

boom---!!

Just as the three of them, let's call them the three, crossed the city and arrived near a magnificent arena, a loud bang suddenly came from ahead, followed by a crowd of people scattering and fleeing.

"A fight has broken out in front of the arena!"

"He's an expert, retreat quickly!"

The panicked crowd quickly retreated. When experts fight, it's dangerous to watch, especially when both sides are skilled swordsmen.

The three of them were certainly not insignificant fodder who would retreat at the first sign of trouble.

As everyone in front of me ran away:

"Hey?"

"Isn't that Machii the Sword Saint?!"

Indeed, one of the fighters was dressed in traditional Japanese swordsman's attire, his figure moving like a ghost, rapidly 'teleporting' across the plaza in front of the arena. Only in those brief pauses could one make out his features.

Who else could this aloof and beautiful middle-aged woman be but Machii Isao?

And the other side:
？ ！！

After seeing the opponent clearly,

The news anchor and the dog on the scene were so frightened that they couldn't speak.

Instead, a large number of comments immediately flooded the live stream.

[Is it Gouchen?!]

[Is this other world not under the jurisdiction of Western European mythology?]

Why are the shikigami of the Great Onmyoji appearing here?

【It's over. It's all over.】

That's right,

The one fighting Machii Isao was wearing a blue hunting robe, a vermilion tunic over a dark purple long hakama; he wore a gold and bronze demon mask arm guard on his left shoulder, but unusually, half of the wide sleeve of his hunting robe was hanging down on his right shoulder.

She wore a jade pendant at her waist and a fur-lined saddle; her nose was like a hanging gall bladder, and her eyebrows were like swords and her eyes were like stars. She did not wear a black hat, but her black hair was tied into a high ponytail.

One of the twelve shikigami under the command of the Onmyoji Abe no Seimei.

The one who governs killing and warfare: Gouchen!
Damn it, even another world!

No, if Gouchen dies in this world, wouldn't that mean...?

Yes, the great heroes of Western Europe were not weak either.

In an instant, countless people were filled with a myriad of thoughts, and even dignitaries from various countries suddenly stood up.

Recently, these 'Twelve Shikigami' haven't been very active, but governments around the world haven't forgotten them: many supernatural disasters have the shadow of 'benefactors' behind them, and as the powerful figure who directly crushed America and heralded the arrival of the 'supernatural era,' Gou Chen has captured the hearts of countless people.

The idea that one can rival an entire nation is not an exaggeration.

Unlike the Korean "Queen of Light", Gou Chen not only withstood nuclear bombs but also survived the electromagnetic railgun attack unscathed, intercepting all of America's attacks.

He has absolutely no weaknesses; he is a true B-rank powerhouse!
There had been no news for some time, leading governments around the world to speculate that it was because there was no 'stronger' among them.

Now that he has appeared in this 'other world', it makes perfect sense when you think about it: there should be quite a few powerful people in this world who can pique his interest.

As for now——

"good,"

Standing still, Gou Chen casually parried with his golden sword, the 'Tanaka Spinal Cord Sword,' while offering his comments.

"His footwork has improved significantly, his swordsmanship is commendable, and he has even mastered the art of fighting."

Humans truly are a race adept at creating miracles.

Such power in such a short time.

"pity,"

The countless figures that had been teleporting suddenly stopped, and Machii Isao adopted his most proficient sword-drawing stance.

"In the end, we were unable to get you to move an inch."

Yes,

The current Machii Isao,

I am now more than a hundred times stronger than I was before.
However, the result was still that the 'Gouchen' in front of them could not be moved even a fraction: it was like a high mountain, and no matter how they climbed, they could not see the top.

"Do not be discouraged, human swordsman."

"In a short period of time, you have grown from an ordinary person to a mid-level warrior."

Gou Chen slightly raised the golden longsword in his hand.

"Truly like cherry blossoms, their beauty is fleeting."

Then it withers away.

"Finally willing to make a move?"

Previously, the opponent had simply swung his sword casually and blocked all of Machii Isao's attacks.

Now, we acknowledge his strength—of course, if he can't withstand this blow, Machii Isao has no future.

"cut!!"

He focused all his attention on the katana in his hand.

With a furious shout, Machii Isao drew his sword and slashed horizontally!

Once the blade is drawn, the whole body follows, spirit and will unite, and man and blade become an inseparable, harmonious whole.

At the same time, Gou Chen's golden longsword also slashed down, a straight line that tore the sky and split the earth. Everyone who witnessed this slash instantly broke out in a cold sweat, as if it were a fatal attack aimed at them!
The attacks of the two sword masters and powerful warriors were about to collide:

"That's it,"

A powerful figure suddenly appeared between the two, a long sword at his waist blocking the two blades!
boom! ! !
(End of this chapter)