Becoming a god in a low-key way in the supernatural world

Shirakawa Kurumi, whose face was still showing shock, looked at it, pondered for a moment, and said uncertainly, "It seems to be the direction of the Special Department."

"Special Department?" Kotekawa Kami's pupils contracted slightly, and the strange feeling in his heart seemed to suddenly have an explanation.

"Is it the work of a calamity? No, no, no, how could he be that strong? To be able to guide lightning to attack the Special Division? Isn't that nonsense?" He subconsciously rejected the idea in his mind, frowned, looked around, took out his phone to look at it, thought for a moment, and walked to the side to call Ishikawa Yasuhiro.

"Beep...beep...beep..."

No one answered the phone.

He put away his phone, thought for a moment, put his raincoat over his shoulder, picked up his sword, and said, "I'm going out for a bit, I might be back soon, be careful."

"Where to?"

"Um... I have an employer I can't reach right now, I'll go check on the situation."

"Huh? You're working two jobs at the same time?"

"Sigh, what choice do working people have? Fine, I'm leaving!"

After saying that, he rushed into the increasingly heavy rain of the night.

Shirakawa Kurumi watched his retreating figure, shrugged slightly, closed the door, and shut out the rain and cold air.

……

The person on duty at the gate was notified today that he was also responsible for the security of the old school building, so he opened the gate and let him in directly, and even lent him a car.

Kotekawa Kami looked at the row of cars, motorcycles, and bicycles, hesitated for a moment, and under the slightly strange looks from the people around him, he still pushed a bicycle.

He rode off, and before heading to the Special Section, he went to a nearby school, climbed over the wall, and sniffed around the old school building. After confirming that there was no stench from the Evil Spirit Society, he climbed over the wall again and headed towards the Wenjing Special Section.

The rain in the night grew heavier and heavier, and it looked as if electric snakes were freely roaming in the dark clouds high in the sky.

He looked into the distance, found a sheltered eave, took out gloves and a face mask from the bag he was carrying under his raincoat, and then continued on his way.

Just as he was about to arrive, his cell phone suddenly vibrated in his pocket.

He found another place to stop, took it out and took a look.

This time it was a reply from Yasuhiro Ishikawa.

The letter contained only a few scattered characters, but enough to piece together a sentence: "He has come."

In an instant, Kami Kotekawa's pupils shrank to the size of pinpoints. Without hesitation, he shoved his phone into his bag, got off his seat, and pedaled towards the Special Division.

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Chapter 163 Ishikawa's Response to Disaster

Under the drizzling rain, a leather boot stepped into a puddle, then lifted it again, stepping over the crimson torii gate ruins that had just been charred by lightning.

A team of special agents who had rushed to put out the fire witnessed this disrespectful kick to their door. Enraged, they ran over, cursing and shouting, "Hey, what the hell?!"

The owner of the boots kept walking, and a blurry figure appeared behind him. In the night, a flash of white light tore through the air, and the team of agents, who hadn't even finished speaking, were gone in an instant.

The infrared camera not far away was flashing rapidly. A few seconds later, the entire special section was brightly lit, and the alarm sounded loudly.

High-powered searchlights shone on the owner of the boots, and countless special agents poured out of the building, all pointing their guns at him as if facing a formidable enemy.

The owner of the boots continued walking, as if he didn't see anything in front of him.

He stopped and slightly raised his head only after entering the courtyard of the Special Division.

Beneath the black hood, a stubble-covered mouth gradually parted to reveal a set of sharp, beast-like teeth.

Behind him, amidst the swirling black mist, lay a writhing darkness.

A group of hooded men also raised their heads.

Someone shouted loudly, "Fire!"

A series of crackling sounds erupted instantly, creating a brief shower of fire in the air.

The Onmyoji, dressed in purple hunting robes, stood among them, each holding a talisman between their fingers, their faces solemn, chanting incantations.

Streaks of dark light mingled with the rain of fire.

The owner of the leather boots standing at the front had his hands tucked into his pockets, his robes billowing slightly in the wind and rain, but he remained perfectly still.

Four burly men, as tall as iron towers, rushed out, their arms crossed in pairs, their bodies rapidly transforming into four thick copper walls, stacked together to block all the bullets and dark light.

A tidal wave of black mist surged from both sides of the wall, and the fire rain that was originally attacking the wall instantly split into two waves, pouring out bullets.

Vast swaths of black mist dissipated, accompanied by mournful cries.

But ultimately, it couldn't stop everything.

Some of the black mist moved extremely fast, directly enveloping the agent who fired the shot, and chilling screams and chewing sounds emanated from within the black mist.

This scene brought back certain fears for many people.

"Retreat! Activate the Yin-Yang protective barrier!" The commander's voice was urgent as he attacked while retreating.

A pale golden halo rose up and enveloped the entire building.

Someone hurriedly called headquarters for help, but to everyone's astonishment, headquarters was also under attack by unknown monsters.

Many people subconsciously looked up and gazed outside, as if they could see flames rising one after another in the distance.

A trembling voice rang out: "Have the monsters gone mad? They're going to attack Tokyo?"

No one answered.

"The strongest barrier can only hold for thirty minutes. If no reinforcements arrive after thirty minutes..."

In a corner of the crowd, Yasuhiro Ishikawa stared at the black-robed, hooded figure outside who had just raised his hand to stop all the black mist from attacking. His heart trembled, and his fists clenched tighter and tighter.

"Disaster..."

……

Outside the door, the owner of the leather boots lowered his raised hand, took another step, and stood in the middle of the Special Section's courtyard, looking up at the sky.

The face beneath the hood seemed to carry a sense of nostalgia.

A seemingly endless black mist, mixed with scarlet, churned and boiled all around.

It's chilling to look at.

No one can understand how so many floating saucers suddenly appeared in Tokyo.

A hoarse voice rang in everyone's ears: "Ishikawa, I've come."

The specialists who were carrying out emergency defense work inside the building subconsciously turned their heads and looked at the person standing in front of the window.

Their eyes immediately lit up.

Oh right, they also have Ishikawa-san, the "nemesis of evil spirits"!

"Ishikawa-san, please, please help me!"

Almost everyone stared at him.

"Ishikawa-kun, please!"

The commander, who was over fifty years old and exuded an imposing aura, pulled down the corners of his mouth and patted his shoulder forcefully.

Ishikawa Yasuhiro, on the other hand, remained calm and composed, his weathered face expressionless. He even had the leisure to glance at his phone, as if he didn't care at all about the disaster and black mist outside the Yin-Yang magic barrier.

"Half an hour is definitely enough time..."

He remained calm, and with a slight raise of his hand, the hall fell silent instantly.

Then, he walked to the door, holding a greatsword in one hand and a pistol in the other, staring at the disaster across the barrier.

"You've arrived," the middle-aged man said calmly.

Disaster struck him hard; the seemingly indifferent attitude, along with past grievances and new grudges, all surged into his mind in an instant.

His gaze was incredibly cold, and an astonishing killing intent emanated from him, almost solidifying into a tangible form: "Ishikawa!"

Ishikawa Yasuhiro's legs were cramping, and he gripped his greatsword tighter and tighter. While kneeling and praying for Kotegawa to arrive quickly, he mentally tried to convince himself: "There's nothing but green onions outside, nothing but green onions outside..."

The middle-aged man regained his composure, even a hint of sarcasm playing on his lips: "Disaster, you're really brave! That lightning bolt that just fell... was it a planned opening act? You really went to great lengths!"

In the quiet hall, where you could hear a pin drop, everyone's eyes held varying degrees of admiration and excitement.

Wow, that's amazing! As expected of Ishikawa-san!

I'm not afraid at all!

Although the Calamity standing outside the barrier couldn't ascertain Ishikawa Yasuhiro's strength, based on the successive deaths of his subordinates, he deduced that Ishikawa was a slightly weaker opponent, or perhaps of equal strength.

That's precisely why he's reluctant to break through the barrier of Yin-Yang magic that isolates him.

At this point, if the strength is even slightly incomplete, it could be the prelude to defeat.

He stared at Ishikawa with a chilling gaze: "No wonder you didn't dare to come out. So that's what you were worried about. Don't worry, the divine descent only happened once... Come out, Ishikawa! Come out and face your death! Otherwise, I'll blow half of Bunkyo to rubble."

A divine intervention? Ishikawa Yasuhiro's face twisted involuntarily.

That great demon who calls himself an evil god actually made a move? No wonder the divine realm was destroyed so easily.

hateful!

Has He gone mad?

Ishikawa Yasuhiro took a light breath and glanced subtly at the dark clouds in the sky. He wanted to retreat, but the hall was already packed with people, leaving him nowhere to go.

He had no choice but to pinch himself hard, roaring inwardly, "I can't lose! At least not in terms of momentum! And there's Kotegawa-kun, Kotegawa-sama! Help me!"

"Buzz~" At this moment, his cell phone in his pocket vibrated twice.

Ishikawa Yasuhiro, whose face was ashen and who was glaring at the disaster, suddenly felt relieved. He smiled coldly and said, "A mere bunch of shady insects are not worthy of my personal attention."

The calamity's eyes turned red, a bloodshot light flashing within them, filled with murderous intent: "I'm going to cut you into pieces!"

"Boom!" Another bolt of lightning struck down from the sky, hitting the Yin-Yang magic barrier directly. Before such power, the pale golden halo was as fragile as a piece of paper, shattering into starlight on the ground.

There will be no longer any barriers between evil spirits and the Special Department.

Ishikawa's face immediately turned green.