Black clouds like falling mountains weighed gloomily on the sea.
Bright yellow lightning flickered in the black clouds, like a roiling dragon. The thunder was deafening, and the waves were rolling. Even in the storm, fires were ignited in many parts of the ship's hull, and the flames were moving crazily in the rain.
Fujiwara Izaya wandered in the dark night, like a dark hurricane roaring past.
Figures fell down in front of him one by one, and the sound of fighting was particularly clear in the wind and rain.
High-wattage floodlights shone on this area, and the desolate wind and rain on the sea made the light appear particularly abrupt and lonely.
Fujiwara Izaya stood with a sword in hand.
The body of a ghost standing in front of him slowly fell down.
A large gash was cut on the corpse's neck with a knife. The blood was quickly diluted by the rainwater. The wound looked like a big mouth of white flesh sprouts under the light. The situation was truly horrific and disgusting.
certainly.
For the agents of Section 9 who were used to seeing life and death, the impact of this scene was not great. They hid in the banquet hall and kept shooting outwards, taking advantage of the favorable terrain.
Fire, bullets, blood, and many things crisscrossed the deck.
Above the roaring sea of wind and rain.
Everyone feels that they are on the verge of collapse...
Time passed minute by minute.
The sky is still gloomy, heavy rain is blowing on our face, and the cold autumn air is refreshing to the bones.
The huge black waves were like valleys, roaring towards the cruise ship, and the deafening sound seemed to crush the palace on the sea into pieces.
Countless ferocious ghost clans came one after another.
Fujiwara Izaya held the Kagehide Sword and handled their first wave of attacks with ease.
The appearance of the ghost clan was expected by him, but the appearance of the forces of the Underworld made him a little surprised... Speaking of the Underworld, I have to mention Yin Xianami, the creation mother goddess who fell into the underworld.
She hated Gao Tianyuan deeply.
In other words, I hate the patriarchal society to the core.
She fell from a creator god to a life-killing god, Huangquanjin, because after giving birth to thirty-five gods one after another, she was burned while giving birth to the god of fire and unfortunately died and fell into the underworld.
Fertility and reproduction are such a solemn and secular thing that even gods are not immune to it.
After Yin Zhenami passed away, the father god Yin Zhenami missed her too much and chased her to the land of hell alone. However, the father god was just like an ordinary person. After seeing Yin Zhenami change from a beautiful goddess to an ugly girl from the underworld.
After becoming a ghost, he decisively divorced her and never looked back. He even used stones to block Yin Xena's entrance to the underworld.
It was this kind of behavior that aroused Yin Xie Na Mei's resentment.
The goddess who was originally responsible for procreation and creation of living beings no longer creates life. She hates killing her own fertility, hates the continuation of life, and hates the superficial and emotionless gods on the high plains. That is why she became the cold and heartless god of the underworld, just to kill everything.
Creatures.
Thinking about this tragedy, Fujiwara Izaya couldn't help feeling a little emotional and grateful.
Fortunately, he has many wives. As long as one of them can give birth to a son to inherit the inheritance of the mountain god and help his old father take the blame for dealing with Amaterasu... Speaking of this, he was a little angry. Why should you, the Lord God's family, cause such bad things?
I, a little mountain god, will help you block it!
"Damn it!"
"Next time I see grandma, I must take my money back..."
Fujiwara Izaya wiped the rain off his face, raised his knife and prepared to fight again.
At this moment, he suddenly heard the rustling sound of electricity coming from the walkie-talkie in the ear of the Section 9 agent.
Then, Kasahara Fuka-Eri's voice sounded.
"All members will evacuate to the highest cabin immediately——"
The agents belonging to Section 9 evacuated immediately.
Fujiwara Izaya retreated to the door and put away his sword.
The rain is still pouring down.
The surface of the sea was as dark as if it were soaked in ink, and the sky was filled with thunderous sounds that shook the air.
On the empty deck, white mist spread, and the Underworld Army continued to pour out like a tide. In terms of combat effectiveness alone, these Underworld Army were far less powerful than the Ghost Clan, but their advantage was that there were simply too many of them.
Fujiwara Izaya, whose hearing was stretched to the extreme, suddenly caught the sound of breaking wind.
Looking over there, a ghostly and mysterious black shadow flashed past in the darkness.
In the wind and rain, a black ghost leaped out of the side of the ship, and the graceful rain was like a flower of death blooming in the night. Her right hand waving in the air suddenly clenched a fist, and then she spread her fingers and slapped downwards.
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brush--
The bright and astonishing firelight is like the moment when the sun rises above the sea, suddenly illuminating the darkness.
The entire space was engulfed in flames in an instant.
Deep inside, the five senses have lost their function, and even thinking cannot be expanded. In the field of vision, there are overwhelming clusters of flames, burning, burning...
Feeling the heat rushing towards his face, Fujiwara Izaya had a smile on his face.
With the Demon King's full blow, all the ghosts and monsters on the deck were instantly reduced to ashes.
Even the dark clouds in the sky were briefly dispersed.
Standing in the middle of the sea of fire is Shiranui, a red boy with white hair.
The black tights outline her devilish figure, and the firelight flickers, illuminating the red mark on her eyebrows. At this moment, she is more like a goddess than a monster, more holy.
"Fuka-Eri!"
Fujiwara Izaya ran over happily.
Kasahara Fuka-Eri looked back at him, slowly raised her hand, and was about to say that we should go up too.
As a result, Fujiwara Izaya rushed over, hugged her waist and gave her a kiss on the cheek: "My wife is awesome!"
Kasahara Fuka-Eri: "..."
The hand raised in the air stiffened for a moment, then slowly fell on his back. The peerless enchantress holding the boy couldn't help but wailed in her heart: Amaterasu, please let me slap him to death.
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The firelight on the deck dyed the sky red.
On the top floor of the cabin, many people ran to the side of the ship and looked down.
The downpour of rain made their vision blurry. They couldn't see much information, but they just roughly knew that a white-haired female monster was taking action.
The sound of raindrops hitting the roof of the boat was like droplets filling the narrow cabin.
At this time, the top floor of the cruise ship has not yet been affected by the flames of war, and the expressions of ordinary people are still relatively stable. Although the Shinto people are not panicked, their expressions are solemn... The Banshee King suddenly appears, and it is not clear whether it is an enemy or a friend.
Many people secretly cast their eyes on the two directors.
In the only restaurant on the top floor, the two board directors, who had changed into witch costumes, were discussing plans. The glass with the store name embossed on it was embedded in the door. Asuka Kasahara opened the door and shouted softly: "Mom, are you in there?
?”
After shouting, the girl walked straight into the store without waiting for an answer.
Unlike the humidity outside, the store is quite cool and smells of incense.
There is a wooden display stand under the wall, displaying many beautiful fan heads, which are parked inside like colorful butterflies. In a secret room, Mrs. Kasahara sat on a temporary council table and had a meeting with others.
Hoshimi Rinko is at the front of the corridor.
Kasahara Asuka said hello to her senior sister, took off her shoes and entered the corridor.
The sea breeze blew, and the warm curtain at the entrance swayed with the wind, and the hall reflected the thunder light on the sea.
An old woman and a middle-aged man came out from the corridor to greet her.
"Is mom in there?" Asuka Kasahara asked.
"Yes, the chairman is busy. She asked the second lady to follow Miss Rinzi and stop running around."
Kasahara Asuka curled her lips.
She had been frightened just now, and the place she missed most now was her mother's arms.
The old lady passed her and walked towards Hoshimi Rinko: "Miss Rinko, the chairman has something he needs you to do."
"Please tell me." Xing saw Rinzi standing up suddenly and smiled sweetly.
"Two nautical miles away from the cruise ship, there is a monster king-level monster whale coming." The old woman said, pointing her finger to the sea. Although the mist was hazy and the vision was not good, she could still vaguely see the yellow light of the monster power flickering in the distance.
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"Demon King level?" Xingjian Rinzi was a little surprised.
She is not afraid.
It's just that she is a newly promoted general and her strength is limited. Even if she tries her best, she may not be able to stop a demon king.
"The chairman naturally took into account the difference in strength, so he asked me to give you something." The old lady waved to the middle-aged man.
The middle-aged man came forward and presented a small wooden box
"what is that?"
"Open it and take a look."
Hoshimi Rinko opened the small wooden box.
Inside, there was a beautiful closed fan.
"This is the God of Wind and Thunder Fan. In the past, Patriarch Seimei carried this fan in his arms and manipulated the weather in Kyoto as he pleased." The old lady smiled faintly, seeming to have great confidence in Miss Rinko.
If you fan it, strong winds will blow; if you wave it with the god of thunder, thunder and lightning will fall. The chairman of the board has given this fan to you, hoping that you will not let down the treasure."
"Thank you, Chairman, for me."
Seeing Rinzi, Hoshi took a step back, bent down and made a maid salute.
In terms of etiquette, she is impeccably elegant. There is no one in Shinto who does not love Miss Rinko.
"It's so amazing~" Asuka Kasahara came over and looked at it with her little eyes, "Didn't mom give me something?"
The old lady frowned and said to her: "As a talented miko, your performance this time is too bad. You should really reflect on it. Chairman Kasahara wants you to follow Miss Rinko tonight. If you dare to run around again, no one will do it again."
Go save you."
Kasahara Asuka stuck out her tongue in disdain.
Then he probably finally understood what shame and shame meant, so he blushed and lowered his head, not daring to say anything.
Hoshimi Rinko smiled faintly.
She took the fan out of the wooden box and opened it.
The fan decorated with golden threads shimmered under the light. Feeling the surging divine power and the fan spirit hidden in the fan, she observed it for a while and turned the fan as if dancing, but she was not thinking about dancing.
.I saw her staring at the sea, raising the Wind God and Thunder God fan high and waving it vigorously.
A strong gust of wind instantly whipped up, spinning toward the sea like a top.
The powerful divine power contained in it made the usually elegant and indifferent Hoshimi Rinko couldn't help but smile with joy.
"Good stuff!" Her face was full of confidence, and she took Asuka Kasahara's hand, "Let's go, change clothes, and get ready for battle!"
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The dark clouds on the sea briefly dispersed and then gathered again.
The sea breeze blew past my ears, bringing darkness and danger, like ghosts passing by and whispering in my ears.
On the deck, Kasahara Fukaeri held up a magical cover to block the downpour. The splashing rain formed a white patch outside the cover. The lightning outside was like a whip, and the sky thunder roared with a sound that shook the heaven and the earth, but nothing happened.
It didn't disturb the purity inside.
Holding Mrs. Fuka-Eri's tight waist, Fujiwara Izaya smiled and said, "Seeing Huang Quanjun, I thought of something."
Kasahara Fuka-Eri's breathing was quick and her face turned red.
She felt a little angry.
Now that the whole ship is surrounded, you still have time to tease me?
The black rubber coat wrapped her perfect figure, and the touch in his arms was extremely clear. Fujiwara Izaya raised his face slightly and looked at her cold and charming face: "It is really difficult to give birth to thirty-six
, so it’s better for Fuka-Eri to have one.”
Kasahara Fuka-Eri was stunned.
How much leaps of thinking do you need to understand the principle of "only one child is good" from Yin Xie's deeds?
"Hey, Fuka-Eri." Fujiwara Izaya asked softly, "Do you agree or not?"
The pouring rain suddenly turned into a gentle drizzle.
The huge unknown thing in the distance came closer. Kasahara Fuka-Eri had no choice but to turn her eyes away and stare at the unknown danger, and softly replied: "One or several, it depends on the situation, okay...
…”
The sound is really small.
It was quieter than the sound of rain falling on the deck.
"What did you say?" Fujiwara Izaya pretended to be surprised.
"Nothing!" Kasahara Fuka-Eri gritted her teeth and looked at the sea, her long white hair swaying in the wind.
"I heard it, it's useless for you to lie!" Fujiwara Izaya couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth.
Kasahara Fuka-Eri poked his waist with her fingertips.
Then, her little hand was held by Fujiwara Izaya, conveying warmth to each other.
"boom--"
There was a loud thunder in the air.
"Ah, look." Kasahara Fuka-Eri pointed.
Fujiwara Izaya saw it.
Amidst the strong wind and huge waves, a huge dark object appeared on the sea. Its huge body was like a small island.
Kasahara Fuka-Eri took a deep breath: "King level!"
"Yeah." Fujiwara Izaya nodded.
"Um?"
"Yeah, what?"
"Let go," Kasahara Fuka-Eri said angrily, "Do you want to hold me and fight?"
"It's not impossible..." Fujiwara Izaya smiled thoughtfully, "I have wings and can fly directly over the sea. It's a little inconvenient to hold you, but you can lie down behind me."
Kasahara Fuka-Eri looked back at him.
That majestic and high-spirited look seemed like he wanted to show off in front of her. She couldn't help but smile. Just when she wanted to say, "Then just hold me," a figure emerged from the top deck.
It flew out and plunged into the sea like an arrow missing.
Kasahara Fuka-Eri looked carefully: "Who could it be in a miko costume?"
"It's Rinko." Fujiwara Izaya's vision was better than hers, and he could see the senior's face clearly. He took Kasahara Fuka-Eri's hand to the railing and looked at the senior's back: "Let's go too, anytime.
Get ready to respond."
"You want to hold me in front of her?" Kasahara Fuka-Eri asked funnyly.
Fujiwara Izaya laughed loudly: "What's wrong? A real man should have the courage to face the Shura field... Hey, why did Xiangxiang go too?"
In the heavy rain, the school girl drove a flying boat slowly behind her.
"Okay, let go!"
Kasahara Fuka-Eri directly shook off his hand and returned to human form.
Until Fujiwara Izaya resolves the matter, it is impossible for her to let her sister know her identity as a youkai and as the lady of the mountain god.
"Then you stay here and watch while I go."
Fujiwara Izaya reluctantly waved goodbye, spread his white wings, and followed him instantly.
Kasahara Fuka-Eri watched him leave.
She stretched, her waist relaxed, and her face looked graceful and beautiful.
Without Fujiwara Izaya's itching, her spirit was rare and pure, and she could fully enjoy the showdown between the miko and the whale on the sea.
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The top of the cabin.
Behind the navy blue curtain, in the room covered with black wooden boards, the smell of incense is incense.
Mrs. Hoshimi stood in front of the window, looking worriedly at her daughter's figure in the distance: "With the wind and thunder fan, Rinzi can indeed fight a demon king-level whale, but what about the guy hiding in the thunder clouds?"
"It's just a God of Thunder, why are you making such a fuss?" Mrs. Kasahara smiled and said to her, "Your good son-in-law is down there, let him deal with it. With the strength of old guys like us,
It’s better to save money.”
Mrs. Hoshimi glared at her best friend helplessly.
This four-and-a-half-tatami-sized room was filled with scrolls, rattles, talismans and other props. Mrs. Kasahara put on a noble miko costume inlaid with gold-rimmed magnolias, sat cross-legged on a pile of sundries, and took pictures casually.
Ringing the bell.
"Dingling bells~"
The crisp sound is relaxing to listen to.
"Jiko, why are you not in a hurry..."
"What's the use of being anxious? I worry every day that I'm getting older, but have I turned back into a young and lovely girl? I haven't changed, have I? On the contrary, the more anxious I am, the faster I will turn into an old woman
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"You idiot, stop telling me nonsense!"
"Smelly son, what do you mean when you call me stupid? I see that your face is almost wrinkled. I'm kindly asking you to calm down. Isn't this a refreshing remedy? You're still scolding me!"
"I don't want to see your face!"
"Do you know how to appreciate beauty? Look at my still young face, vibrant body, round breasts, stunning slender waist, and other parts of my body that are also very young!"
"It makes me sick when I see it!"
"I think Yako likes her sister too much but doesn't dare to admit it, so she's being sarcastic, right? But even so, you shouldn't get angry at your sister. Be careful, I'll eat all of Fujiwara-kun and leave nothing for you."
"Do you think you can defeat me with this little skill? Don't be proud! I just didn't use enough force! Be careful, I get serious and you lose and cry secretly alone at night."
"Please hurry up and work harder! It doesn't matter even if you lose, Fujiwara-kun will comfort me in my bed."
"ah--"
The outside is dangerous and unpredictable, but inside the two sisters are engaging in daily bickering.
A rumbling sound like a grinding stone came from the rain curtain, and the thunder god from the underworld seemed to be wreaking havoc on the sea surface.