Supernatural/Anime Crossover: Where Did My Romantic Comedy Go?

Dozens of foot soldiers, clad in cotton armor, drew large bows, nocked arrows, and drew the strings to full length.

On the arrow shafts were talismans given to them by the young Onmyoji, the characters on them radiating a spiritual light in the darkness.

While dispelling the foul air, it also slightly alleviated the foot soldiers' fear of the army of corpses below.

"put!"

With a loud shout, arrows flew like locusts and landed in the neat ranks below the stone wall.

The dull, thumping sounds of flesh being pierced were incessant.

The shrine maiden Tsubaki stood atop the castle tower, silently watching this scene with a solemn expression.

"Thank goodness, after all afternoon, they haven't even breached the main gate."

The city lord wiped the sweat from his forehead, feeling somewhat relieved.

The power of Takeda Nobutora's sword strike that had stopped the river from flowing had truly terrified him.

If he hadn't been worried about Imagawa Ujichika slaughtering his entire family, he would have abandoned the castle and fled long ago. He had no choice but to face the enemy head-on.

Fortunately, during the actual battle, it seemed that Takeda Nobutora had exhausted his strength with that sword strike and did not personally take action, but instead allowed the army of eight hundred corpses to attack the city.

With the help of the Onmyoji's talismans and the strongest priestess by his side, and with only three hundred soldiers guarding the city, they managed to prevent the enemy from even capturing the city gate.

This situation gave the city lord some confidence in holding the city.

It's important to understand that these mountain fortresses, built solely for the purpose of war, differ from ordinary cities. They are fortresses built against the mountains, designed to wear down the enemy.

The city gate was the weakest link in the defense.

From the city walls to the castle tower, the distance seems short, as if it could be breached in a matter of minutes, but in reality, the various traps and fortifications are built to be watertight.

Once the army enters, it will be immediately divided by various paths and strongholds, falling into the predicament of street fighting, and also having to deal with the harassment of the defending troops.

Using "muddy pool" to describe it is absolutely an understatement.

It is precisely because of these extremely disgusting mountain cities that no single daimyo has been able to unify the world today.

It wasn't until after the Meiji Restoration, with the issuance of an edict to abolish the castle, that the mountain castle, which had served merely as a military fortress, was completely relegated to history.

However, no one paid him any attention in the castle tower.

Because neither the Onmyoji nor the shrine maiden Tsubaki is as optimistic as him.

"Sister Chun, ordinary talismans and barriers don't seem to have much effect on those corpses..."

The Onmyoji's brows were furrowed, beads of sweat slid down his cheeks, and his hunting robe was soaked through, clinging tightly to his body.

The entire mountain town was enveloped by the barrier he and Chun jointly created, which not only dispelled the foul air in the air, but also suppressed evil spirits.

If it's a weaker monster, it might even be purified when it crashes into you.

However, it had little effect on these corpses.

Moreover, even the talismans he distributed to the foot soldiers failed to achieve the results he had imagined.

Dozens of arrows shot out and landed among the corpses, piercing through the bodies of the first dozen or so victims and pinning them to the ground.

The talisman emitted a faint glow, its pure spiritual energy attempting to purify the dead who had crawled out of the underworld.

However, the results were minimal.

The enemy acted as if nothing had happened, simply reaching out to pull out the arrow and continuing their siege.

It didn't even cause the slightest harm, let alone purify it.

"They are driven by the Kusanagi Tree." The shrine maiden Tsubaki squinted; the afternoon's fierce battle was enough for her to see through the reason.

“Simply purifying them won’t work; we must get rid of that demonic sword, or sever their limbs to completely deprive them of their ability to move.”

"Let them in for close combat? That's probably not a good idea."

The young Onmyoji instantly understood what the shrine maiden Tsubaki meant and shook his head helplessly.

Corpses don't feel fatigue, but living people do.

After a fierce battle that lasted all afternoon, if it weren't for the three hundred foot soldiers taking turns attacking, they could have been worn down to death just by attrition.

Not to mention that ordinary fatal wounds are completely meaningless to a dead body.

If they were to abandon the city gates and instead engage in street fighting to wear each other down, no one could say for sure whether they could hold out until reinforcements from the Imagawa main clan arrived.

The city might have been able to hold out, but this decision led to its fall.

"How long can the arrows inside the city last?"

A simple rhetorical question left the Onmyoji speechless.

The shrine maiden Tsubaki glanced at him, knowing he still harbored a glimmer of hope, and said nothing more, only letting out a soft sigh.

According to her plan, they should wait until the two of them still had enough spiritual power before letting the enemy into the city. The garrison would then delay the army of corpses, and she and the Onmyoji would join forces to defeat the Ame-no-Kurakumo.

Solve this problem at its root.

However, she also understands the Onmyoji's thoughts.

The opponent is too strong!

Whether it's the thick, foul air that alters the celestial phenomena or the terrifying power capable of destroying the terrain, the two of them alone have little chance of winning.

Even if she is the strongest priestess, she is powerless against the power that is infinitely close to that of the great demon. It would be better to just drag it out like this.

Anyway, I've already sent a message to my master, and that annoying woman should have received it by now.

Given her personality, she's probably on her way under the cover of darkness.

If the two of them joined forces, they might be able to fight against Ama-no-Kurakumo.

A beautiful figure flashed into her mind, and Chun's face turned pale.

Their gazes involuntarily fell on the figure clad in magnificent crimson armor.

Especially the ancient straight sword in the opponent's hand, which exuded a sense of destruction and violence.

Even though they were so far apart, she still felt a sense of dread.

The man sitting on his tall horse seemed to notice the shrine maiden's gaze, and raised his head, looking directly at the castle tower.

He met Chun's gaze, his scarlet eyes filled with a peculiar meaning.

The priestess was stunned for a moment, and before she could think it through, the man who had been silently watching the battle for a long time finally made a move.

Hey.

Hey.

The sound of horses' hooves was drowned out by the sounds of fighting on the battlefield.

However, that conspicuous figure immediately attracted the attention of the samurai general.

His expression was very serious.

What... is this guy going to do?

He wasn't on the castle tower when the army crossed the river earlier, so he didn't see that earth-shattering sword strike.

However, the instincts he had developed from being surrounded by mountains of corpses and seas of blood made it impossible for him to ignore this man.

His gaze was fixed intently on the other person.

At the same time, the three people in the castle tower were also drawn to the attention.

He watched helplessly as his opponent raised his sword again, pointing it diagonally to the sky.

The incredibly familiar movement made all three of them skip a beat.

"No way……"

The city lord gripped the railing tightly with both hands, his nails digging into it, his voice trembling.

The shrine maiden Tsubaki had no time for sighs and shouted urgently:

"Quickly! Create a barrier!"

The young Onmyoji suddenly realized what was happening and immediately wanted to join her in reinforcing the barrier.

But it was too late.

Or, even if there is enough time, it would be a futile effort.

A fierce wind was blowing.

A terrifying storm suddenly swept through the battlefield, which was filled with the smell of blood and fire.

Rumble.

A muffled rumble of thunder echoed from the horizon.

Thick, dark clouds seemed to hang overhead, and also settled on everyone's heart.

The pervasive foul air converged towards the tip of the straight sword, and Takeda Nobutora's hand trembled incessantly, as if the sword in his hand weighed a ton.

Then, he swung his sword!

The air distorted, emitting a shrill sound far beyond the limits of hearing.

Ripples spread outwards in concentric circles, the unbridled turbulence scattering the ranks of corpses before they crashed heavily onto the city gate made of rough logs.

The barrier set up by the shrine maiden Tsubaki and the Onmyoji together had almost no effect in blocking anything.

The thin layer of spiritual light screen shattered instantly, and the seemingly heavy city gate crumbled like a piece of light paper in an instant.

Smoke and dust filled the air, and the entire hill seemed to tremble.

The ravines stretched towards the castle tower.

The city wall was blasted open, creating a gap large enough for three or four people to walk side by side.

Huge rocks, accompanied by thick logs, scattered in all directions, instantly collapsing countless buildings.

Human bodies started raining down from the sky.

The foot soldiers who had been holding off the army of corpses under the general's command fell one after another from mid-air, crashing heavily into the ruins, and were then buried by boulders falling from the sky.

The stench of blood permeated the air, then was swept away by the turbulent currents, impacting the three people on the castle tower.

The emerald green rosary beads shattered instantly, scattering the round beads at the feet of the shrine maiden Tsubaki.

Her cold, beautiful face turned pale, and she looked somewhat weak.

The city lord leaned against the railing, his mouth slightly open, unable to utter a single word.

The sliver of confidence that had risen within him, which he thought he could hold on to, was utterly shattered by the sword strike of Ama-no-Kurakumo.

"The city has fallen! Second-tier teams, push forward! Prepare for battle!"

The general's voice ripped through the night sky, echoing throughout the mountain city as he tried to rally his troops to continue defending the city.

It's just that the city gates have been breached; the entire mountain city hasn't been captured yet!

Turning to look at the foot soldiers behind him, their faces contorted and legs trembling, completely terrified, the general lowered his voice:

"Do you think I'm not afraid?! I want to escape too!"

"But in this situation, where can we escape to?! This isn't a war between daimyo!"

"The leader is a great demon, and his subordinates are evil spirits that crawled out of the Yellow Springs! You don't actually think those things will let you go, do you?!"

"If you want to survive, you have to fight for your life!"

Look up towards the city gate.

After unleashing that sword strike, the terrifying figure clad in crimson armor fell silent once more.

Instead of continuing to sweep the mountain city flat like Fangfeng, he slowly rode his horse into the city.

The corpses marched silently through the night, like a dark torrent, and were soon divided into streams by the intricate network of roads within the mountain city.

The foot soldiers clenched their teeth and gripped their spears tightly.

His eyes turned incredibly fierce, and his features became even more grotesque than those of the corpses.

That was the struggle of weeds to survive.

In this hopeless world.

The sky gradually brightened.