Zongman chat group: Second dimension magic repair plunder entry

At the same time, thick miasma rolled down from the demonic clouds. The miasma was bluish-black and emitted a pungent stench.

It smelled as if rotting corpses were mixed with evil forces.

Wherever the miasma reached, plants withered rapidly, and flowers and grasses instantly lost their vitality, turning into a desolate black landscape.

In this chilling atmosphere, the sharp, angry roars of monsters echoed from the demonic clouds.

The voice was sharp and piercing, full of violence and cruelty, as if it could tear a person's soul apart.

These roars echoed through the village, sounding incredibly eerie and filling the villagers with fear. Despair and helplessness were written on every face.

"Damn it, they've done it again."

Seeing this commotion, the Onmyoji immediately became alert, his eyes widening with tension and anger. He never expected that these yokai would catch up again so quickly.

He was just asking for help from Lady Midori, but there was no response from her. Could it be that Lady Midori is really not at the shrine?

This thought filled him with unease. He knew that without Lady Cui's help, they would likely have had a hard time escaping this calamity today.

Just as the Onmyoji was filled with worry, a strangely shaped monster slowly emerged from the dark demonic clouds.

This monster's appearance was absolutely terrifying; it had two enormous spider heads.

The eight eyes on the spider's head gleamed with an eerie green light, like will-o'-the-wisps from hell.

Below the spider's head was a stark white skull.

Black smoke occasionally billows from the empty eye sockets of the skull, as if it were the souls trapped inside struggling.

On either side of the skull, there is a ghost head.

The mouth on the ghost's head stretched to its ears, revealing a row of sharp fangs, and emitted a series of sinister laughs.

This monster's body is even more terrifying; it is pieced together from the body parts of many other monsters.

In some places, it's the body of a giant python; in others, the thick arms of a werewolf; and in still others, the wings of a bat.

Its demonic aura was pitch black and filthy, carrying a chaotic and disorderly atmosphere, making people feel as if they were in a crazy world.

With the appearance of this monster, the earth hissed and corroded under the influence of its dense demonic aura.

The soil on the ground began to soften and crumble, and the stones began to break apart, as if the earth itself was no match for this evil force.

"Where do you think you can run to? Just let me eat you up."

The many demons stared intently at the Onmyoji, their eyes gleaming with greed and mockery.

He then scanned the numerous villagers as if they were already his for the taking.

Its voice was like a mixture of countless sounds, sharp, hoarse, and full of malice, giving people goosebumps.

The appearance of this monster immediately caused the Onmyoji's expression to change drastically.

His lips trembled, and the muscles in his face contorted with fear.

"Damn it, that guy actually let you out to celebrate too."

The Onmyoji stared at the monster, trembling uncontrollably. He never imagined that this monster would also be sent to hunt them down.

Moreover, this demon was completely different from the one he had encountered before, and seemed to be much stronger.

A terrifying thought suddenly occurred to him: Just how many of these monsters did that guy create?

Chapter 255: Whose strength doesn't increase with the tireless efforts of the assistant?

Above the peaceful and serene village,

The sky was a clear, jewel-like blue, with white clouds drifting lazily by, and the sunlight poured down without reservation.

A warm, golden veil draped the entire village, and the villagers working in the fields wore simple, contented smiles.

Children laughed and played in the streets and alleys, and everything was immersed in a peaceful atmosphere.

However, the rolling, inky clouds, like a surging black tide, rapidly obscured the azure expanse. Within the clouds, lightning flashed, accompanied by low, rumbling sounds.

A deafening, chilling roar suddenly rang out, a sound that seemed to pierce the soul, causing everyone's heart to clench.

This plunged the entire village into darkness and chaos in an instant.

The peace and tranquility that had graced the villagers' faces were instantly replaced by fear.

The entire village was instantly thrown into chaos, plunged into a vortex of extreme panic.

Instinctively, the adults quickly and tightly shielded the child behind them, their hands trembling uncontrollably.

His face was filled with terror and despair, and his eyes were wide open.

The children were terrified and cried loudly; their innocent voices sounded particularly helpless in this terrifying and oppressive atmosphere.

"This is...this is a monster."

An elderly man with white hair spoke in a trembling voice that was almost incoherent, his words filled with fear and disbelief.

His hands gripped his tattered clothes tightly, his cloudy eyes filled with terror and confusion, unable to believe what he was seeing.

"Run...run fast..."

Someone in the crowd was shouting desperately, their voice trembling with sobs and filled with despair.

The shout was like an electric current, instantly spreading throughout the entire village. People were jolted awake and began to flee in panic. Footsteps, cries, and shouts mingled together, creating utter chaos.

"Lady Midori...we're looking for Lady Midori..."

The villagers' voices rose and fell; amidst the chaos and fear, they placed their last hope unreservedly in the village's guardian spirit, Cui Zi.

Their faces were deathly pale, as white as paper, their bodies trembled uncontrollably with fear, their legs were weak, and they could barely stand.

His eyes were full of anticipation for Cui Zi, his gaze brimming with trust and reliance.

I hope that Lady Midori will step forward again, as she has done countless times before.

Dispel the inky, demonic clouds, utterly annihilate the terrifying monster, and save them from their peril.

Compared to the villagers who still had hope, the villagers living near the shrine were filled with worry.

They knew that Lady Midori was probably in seclusion, preoccupied with something, or perhaps not at the shrine.

As the villagers gazed at the pitch-black sky, their fear grew wildly like weeds, spreading uncontrollably throughout their bodies.

My heart sank into an abyss, dark, cold, and hopeless.

If Lady Midori can't intervene, what should they do?

Their eyes were filled with confusion and helplessness, like lambs lost in a dark forest.

Finally, looking at the shrine, a glimmer of hope appeared in his eyes, trying to find a sliver of hope in this desperate situation, even if it was just a very slim chance.

The demon-slaying masters who used to be with Lady Cuizi are nowhere to be seen.

Just when everyone was trapped in a quagmire of despair and felt there was no way out, a powerful demonic force suddenly erupted at the entrance of the shrine.

Mica's fur swayed slightly under the influence of demonic power, and a faint halo surrounded her.

Her gaze turned incredibly fierce; her once lively eyes were now filled with vigilance and a fighting spirit.

The powerful demonic energy, like an invisible pressure, spread outwards from her center into the surrounding space.

Her master is currently missing, so she must protect this place and absolutely not allow any other monsters to disturb it.

Her eyes were fixed on the monsters, filled with vigilance.

Although he had advanced to the mid-stage of a Great Demon with his master's help, the one in front of him was also a mid-stage Great Demon.

Moreover, there were numerous smaller monsters surrounding the larger monster, densely packed together like a black tide.

In addition, this monster exuded a sticky, inky, filthy, and chaotic aura.

That aura was tangible darkness, carrying a nauseating stench.

This guy is definitely weird.

Mica tensed up, preparing for a battle.

"There's also a great demon here, practically a super tonic, and a shrine, which means there's a shrine maiden here."

Those Onmyoji and exorcists are just so-so; I really want to try the taste of a shrine maiden.

The demons and monsters stared greedily at the mica; its body seemed to be composed of countless writhing black shadows, constantly changing shape.

It kept dripping foul-smelling saliva from its mouth, which fell onto the ground and instantly corroded black pits.

The corroded ground hissed and emitted plumes of black smoke.

Buzz

Suddenly, a clear and sharp sword cry, like a razor blade, tore through the sky.

The sound of the sword's cry contained boundless power; it was crisp and melodious, yet filled with a murderous aura.

The dark, demonic clouds that shrouded the village, as well as the monsters, all trembled.

The demonic clouds seemed to be stirred by an invisible hand; the originally dense cloud layer began to churn and surge.

The monsters also showed expressions of fear, feeling a threat from the depths of their souls.

Immediately afterwards, an overwhelming sense of crisis welled up in the hearts of many demons.

The crisis was like an invisible net, tightly enveloping them.

This made them shudder, their bodies trembling uncontrollably, and some of the weaker monsters even collapsed to the ground.

A terrifying sword intent then emerged, stirring the sky and radiating unparalleled power, causing the surrounding air to distort and deform under its influence.

The terrifying yet clear spiritual energy spread out like a surging tide.

That spiritual energy was so pure, without a trace of impurity, yet it contained a world-destroying power.

It brought a suffocating sense of oppression, making all living beings present deeply feel the power and terror of this force.

The next moment, that sword intent swept across the village with overwhelming force, easily splitting the dark, demonic cloud that shrouded the village in two.

The filthy, dark, chaotic, and evil demonic clouds and demonic power instantly melted away like pure white snow in spring, before this powerful force.

The village, once shrouded in darkness and filth, was once again bathed in warm sunlight.

Golden sunlight spills into every corner, as if giving birth to a new life.

The villagers looked up, feeling the warmth of the sun, their eyes filled with the joy and relief of surviving a disaster.

The terrifying demon and the numerous monsters stood silently in place.

Their originally fierce and greedy expressions were now frozen on their faces, and their pupils revealed extreme fear.

They stared at the shrine maiden at the entrance, her finger raised, her fingertip radiating pure and divine spiritual power, their hearts filled with shock and despair.

Faced with such immense power, they appeared utterly vulnerable.

"How...how is this possible? How could a shrine maiden be so powerful..."

Before the demon could finish speaking, its form vanished like a bubble, disappearing without a trace.

As it dissipated, the other monsters also began to crumble, turning into wisps of black smoke that were easily dispersed by a gentle breeze.

The world was restored to its former clarity.

Upon seeing this, the Onmyoji stood there dumbfounded, his mouth agape, his face filled with disbelief.

What...what?! How could...how could such terrifying demons and monsters be completely wiped out like this?!

The original, slightly weaker demon had already thrown Kyoto into chaos.

Although demons and monsters do not possess overwhelming power, their demonic energy is extremely evil, filthy, and chaotic.

The Onmyoji's attacks and spiritual power were completely unable to cleanse this sticky, filthy demonic power.

Most importantly, demons and monsters can regenerate rapidly and continuously.

But at this moment, this even more powerful demon was so easily destroyed.

All of this made the Onmyoji wonder if he was dreaming, and he couldn't come back to his senses for a long time.

His eyes were wide open, his gaze fixed on the shrine maiden at the entrance of the shrine.

The villagers were overjoyed when they saw this.

When such a shocking scene unfolded, they knew that it was Lady Midori who had made her move.

Cheers and applause instantly resounded throughout the village, people's faces beaming with the joy of surviving a disaster and gratitude towards Midori. Kirara was overjoyed, sensing her master's presence... her master's aura. She saw her master still wearing that red and white shrine maiden's dress, though she wasn't actually wearing armor.