Tokyo: The Player Behind the Scenes

McCullough's eyes lingered on Leon, as if he had something to say.

"Perhaps we should ask Ms. Muramasa for her opinion."

Leon's words caused the staff officers to stop their discussion and look at him strangely.

It seems that no one has thought about the problem from this perspective.

They do want to protect Muramasa Takii, but they basically don't consider the opinions of those involved and only act in their own best interests.

It's somewhat like saying: "Protecting you is none of your business."

McCullough, however, understood what Leon meant.

The fact that Muramasa Taki has awakened superpowers has not been made public yet, and not many people know about it, but McCullough, as the commander of the Japanese garrison, is certainly one of them.

As the ninth generation Muramasa, it's safe to say that it would be difficult to find anyone alive in the world who understands the demon sword better than her.

Instead of arguing here, we should ask her what she thinks.

Battle scene.

The hard-won, re-established defensive line was breached once again, and several ninjas rushed towards the safe house.

"Protect the target!"

The Talos members guarding the door took out their hand cannons and blasted the half-blooded man apart with a single shot.

The ninjas moved swiftly, throwing kunai and shuriken to disrupt the attack.

The captain of the Talos squad had just fired his hand cannon and hadn't even had time to draw his main weapon when an approaching ninja, wielding a blood-stained blade, thrust it straight at his neck.

At this moment, his mind wasn't on the lantern, but on the Japanese assault troops whose heads had been chopped off at Benmen Temple last time.

Is it his turn this time?

chap!

A flash of cold light, and the blood-man ninja, along with his blood-stained blade, suddenly scattered into a pool of blood, falling to the ground.

"Hehe. Thank you—"

Before he could finish expressing his gratitude, his mouth froze, as if he couldn't speak.

He discovered that the person who saved him was wearing a Komagome Academy uniform and wielding a long sword, making him the very person they needed to protect.

Now the tables have turned, and the other party is protecting them.

Gazing at the crimson battlefield approaching her, Muramasa Takii couldn't tell whether her heightened excitement stemmed from the sword in her hand or the blood before her.

She seemed to have rediscovered the shock she felt a few years ago when she first accidentally encountered an action game, with its screen full of blood, severed limbs, and remains.

I really want to cut something!

Chapter 162: Special Ninja

"careful"

Seeing the girl rush towards the Red Tide, the captain instinctively tried to stop her.

Immediately, the white light stung my eyes.

Those who dare to approach the girl, or are approached by the girl, are easily dealt with; not a single cut is superfluous.

Her sword, with its monotonous color and lack of aesthetic appeal, resembling a samurai sword cast directly from steel pipes, seemed to the captain like a cheering stick, reflecting light with every swing.

If you blink a few times, the blood-covered figure looks as if it has been cut in two by light.

The captain forced himself to come to his senses and regrouped the remaining troops around him.

Their mission objective remained largely unchanged: to protect Muramasa Takii as much as possible.

The optimal solution is to take her away, but at present they can no longer control the situation or restrain the target, so they can only settle for the second best and protect the target's survival.

The primary problem they face now is that they can't even get close to the targets they need to protect!

Clang!

He cleaved the incoming red bullets with his longsword, then with a backhand slash, he severed the approaching blood-soaked samurai in an instant. He then drew his sword again and slashed back, piercing through a charging blood-soaked ninja.

The blade continued its momentum, cutting through the blood and smear, slicing past the blood-soaked man with the iron cannon who had just fired at her.

Cut it off!

Awesome!

In the game, in order to achieve the most difficult ending, she forcefully suppressed her urge to kill.

She no longer needed to worry about dealing with these evil spirits.

Muramasa Taki had practiced kendo for a short time, using a wooden sword, and mostly used it to strike dummies; he didn't even have a sparring partner.

She still found it interesting, so she practiced for a while longer.

Until she accidentally played a game where the characters also used knives, and beheadings and dismemberment were commonplace, which brought her a strong psychological shock.

The next day, when she held the sword again and faced the dummy, she imagined the bloody scene from the game. In her excitement, she accidentally chopped off all the dummy's limbs. Finally, holding the head, she inexplicably laughed.

From then on, she never touched kendo again, completely sealing away that memory.

It wasn't until I was invited into the game and held a knife again after so long that my old memories gradually resurfaced.

Now, he has directly acquired top-level weapon skills that are almost attainable by ordinary people, and wielding a knife is as simple as instinct.

clang--

Her knife was parried for the first time.

It was a unique ninja blood person, wielding a kusarigama. Its features and clothing were much clearer than other blood people, and its outline revealed it to be a young woman.

Taki immediately drew his sword and used his swordsmanship to quickly subdue him.

However, the opponent did not take the attack head-on. After parrying a few times, he disappeared into the blood mist. The next second, more than ten blood-covered ninjas appeared in unison, seemingly forming some kind of array.

Surrounded by enemies, Taki showed no fear despite her blood-stained face. Her sword strikes remained undiminished, and she still held the upper hand.

In the distance, the bombing gradually subsided.

Enveloped in a dense aura of blood, the shape of the giant castle tower was barely visible to those outside the blood mist, as if it had vanished.

However, the reconnaissance aircraft dispatched by the military clearly saw that the thing was still standing in the same place, and there were almost no signs of damage. It was just shrinking and shrinking, and now it was smaller than a typical castle tower, no longer the huge mountain peak it once was.

Perhaps this actually helped it, freeing it from its heavy burden. The flesh clinging to the building began to writhe violently.

Crimson liquid, bubbling and seeping from between the tiles, slowly trickled down the eaves. Suddenly, the network of flesh and blood on the surface burst open, and the splattered putrid blood turned the surrounding area into a blackish-red swamp.

Accompanied by the sickening sound of tearing tendons and agonizing screams from somewhere, arms devoid of skin intertwined and spliced ​​together, growing thicker and thicker like vines, eventually forming six gigantic arms.

Then, he reached into the main building and pulled out six blood-bone blades amidst the cracking sound of bones breaking.

The ground surged with waves of blood, and the dense network of blood vessels formed tentacles, while countless mouths acted as suction cups, allowing it to move like an octopus.

The main building of the castle tower opened countless strange eyeballs, blinking and piercing through the blood mist, watching Muramasa Takii fighting in the midst of the battle.

It didn't know why it was so obsessed with killing. The passage of time had probably worn away its original nature, leaving only the strongest obsession: it had to kill enough people. Only in this way, only in this way.

But how much is enough? It forgot.

However, if we kill all the living people, that will be more than enough!

Therefore, the mere 100 million followers of Muramasa Taki, the ninth Muramasa, are a stumbling block to his progress and must be removed.

It is bound by the contract and cannot act on its own, but these six arms are beyond its control and therefore have nothing to do with it.

The tentacles supported the bizarre structure, moving as if traversing flat ground, heading towards Muramasa Taki.

On the blood-soaked battlefield, Muramasa Taki was held back by the coordinated ninjas. She could sense the demon sword getting closer and closer to her, accompanied by a tremor in the ground that was not caused by the bombing.

The special female ninja found an opportunity, targeting the opening Muramasa Taki, and leaped up from the blood mist to attack.

This is exactly what Takii wanted.

However, before the ninja could throw her kusarigama, a knight in silver armor suddenly appeared from the side and stabbed her down with his sword as she tried to launch a sneak attack.

"knight?"

The official statement did not reveal to Muramasa Takii that there were plans to attract the Kamen Riders.

Furthermore, she never entered the player lobby and never interacted with other players.

But she wasn't particularly surprised; the Knight is probably the most well-regarded superhuman in society right now.

After all, there are only a handful of extraordinary beings who have appeared in human society, and one of them is a killer who goes around killing people. In comparison, it would be hard for the knight who tried to stop Zhu Hai to have a bad reputation.

So it's normal that they'd come to help fight these monsters that are clearly enemies of humanity; it's all thanks to the contrast with their peers.

It's one thing to want to become a "demon mist" when you gain the ability, but when others gain the ability, you naturally hope that they will become true righteous "knights".

The authorities also understand the national character and are doing their best to guide public opinion, using box weapons to prevent any negative comments about the knight and thus avoid provoking him to turn evil.

The kind of thing where good people save the world while ordinary people scoff at them, engaging in moral blackmail and bullying the good people's families—if the authorities are even out of their minds, they won't allow that to happen.

Nobita's family and friends, every single one of them, were secretly protected.

Even if cooperation is not possible, we should try our best to avoid hostility.

The purpose is to attract the other side's support, just like in today's situation.

The two did not exchange words and continued fighting.

They have never cooperated before, and forcing them to cooperate will only produce a repulsive effect.

And the knight's swordsmanship was terrible!

It was so bad that even Muramasa Taki instinctively didn't want to look at it.

I don't know if this is a side effect of the [Thousand Hands Edge] ability, but I can't help but feel a little annoyed whenever I see someone who can't unleash most of the weapon's power.

The injured female ninja tried to hide back into the blood mist, but this time Takii gave her no chance, pressing forward and unleashing a slash that she could not avoid.

cut!

The female ninja gripped her kusarigama tightly, then broke in two and fell, turning into a pool of blood.

With the formation's core broken, the remaining ninjas were leaderless and could only be picked off one by one by the two.

At this moment, Taki realized that all the blood-soaked figures on the battlefield had been eliminated.

The disheveled Talos squad had run out of ammunition and had just fought entirely with their standard-issue knives in close combat. Now, almost everyone was wounded, and their armor was damaged to varying degrees.

The captain nodded to the knight, then looked at Taki.

“Ms. Muramasa, our ship has reached the shore. We can leave now.”

Taki didn't reply, but just looked ahead at the black mountain shadow that slowly emerged from the blood mist as it approached.

“I don’t know what orders they gave you, but they told me you could make your own judgments and didn’t need to listen to anyone’s orders.”

"Our latest orders are to protect you and to obey your commands."

"Alright, I order you to leave by boat."

Strictly speaking, the captain should not have carried out this order, because protection and obedience are parallel matters.

But he glanced back at his exhausted teammates, perhaps knowing that they would only be a burden, nodded, and saluted: "Yes, sir. Thank you for giving us the chance to live."

After saying that, he led his team toward the evacuation point.

Nobi silently observed all of this, already recognizing the new player, "Zheng," from his name.

It seems that the opponent's ability is related to swords, and there is a high probability that it has some connection with the third Muramasa in the game.

The monster was now clearly visible before them.

Six gigantic arms, pieced together from skinned, bloody hands, extend from the main structure of the building, each wielding a blade of flesh and blood.

Below, thick tentacles twisted densely, forming a mouth that opened and closed, as if chanting a whisper.

On the main castle tower, eyes are wide open, displaying emotions of sorrow, joy, anger, and hatred.

Nobita felt that this monster had a strange resemblance to Zhu Hai.

They're all the same. Disgusting.

Nobi draws out the "Partner of Justice" card and uses it immediately.

In an instant, a snow-white horse with a golden mane and tail, and golden horns appeared beside him, accompanied by a neigh and a golden light.