BOOM! BOOM!!
As if to confirm what Asuya Yoshihiko said, lightning flashed and thunder roared outside the Metropolitan Police Department. The dark, oppressive clouds hung low, weighing heavily on people's hearts.
And at the Tamagawa site.
Sato Miwako and the other police officers could clearly feel the ground shaking, as if something was rapidly approaching from beneath the surface.
“Everyone fall back, evacuate this area!”
To find Akagikawa, the workers had dug a deep well in the ground with an excavator.
Now, the water level in this well was rising rapidly, and the water inside was blood red.
Seeing this, Sato Miwako gestured to the police officers to take the workers back quickly.
She herself stared intently at the well, her pupils unconsciously turning into the vertical pupils of a fox.
Danger!
This place is dangerous!!
Her intuition, which had become increasingly sharp since fusing with the power of the Killing Stone, was frantically warning her.
Sato Miwako lowered her body slightly, her body covered in a light red Tailed Beast cloak, her mind tense to the extreme.
“Caw caw—"
Just as the birds in the surrounding forest were startled and flew away, the red water in the well suddenly boiled, and the water temperature gradually rose.
Everyone present could feel it, the suffocating aura of a high-level life form.
“What is in there?”
The armed helicopter dispatched by the Metropolitan Police Department hovered in the air. The pilot inside watched the rapidly swirling water in the well, his nerves on edge, his fingers already on the weapon’s launch button.
“Roar roar!!”
At this moment, a roar like it came from hell echoed from the surface of the water in the well, and everyone present was stunned, their heads buzzing, blood oozing from their ears.
“Launch, launch the missiles immediately!”
Kuroda Heibei, who was in charge of directing the operation, roared into the walkie-talkie in his hand.
Two anti-tank missiles from the two armed helicopters were launched together.
BOOM!
BOOM BOOM!!
A total of eight anti-tank missiles, enough to destroy any creature on land.
Amidst the violent explosions, the water surface churned, and a mythical creature filled with violence and beauty stretched out its body.
Eight long dragon necks curled and unfurled like snakes, and eight pairs of golden eyes like flaming torches flickered in the air.
“Eight... Eight-Headed Serpent?!”
Mythology descended into reality, and everyone present was stunned.
...
BOOM! BOOM!!
The ground trembled slightly, and black smoke billowed from the snow-capped Mount Fuji in the distance.
The appearance of the Eight-Headed Serpent, like its mythical entry, was inevitably accompanied by earthquakes, tsunamis, and volcanic eruptions.
After receiving the news, the conference room at the Metropolitan Police Department fell silent.
Everyone looked at Asuya Yoshihiko with amazement.
As expected of the descendant of Asuya Douman.
He really has the real deal.
While Asuya Yoshihiko appeared solemn on the surface, his heart was already fluttering.
Great, he had bet right.
Once this gets out, those rich people will be lining up at his doorstep, and then…hehe.
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Just as Asuya Yoshihiko was fantasizing about his future happy life, Shiroma Shotaro walked up to him, bowed and said:
“Mr. Yoshihiko, please help us, the safety of millions of citizens in Tokyo depends on you.”
“Ah?!”
The expression on Asuya Yoshihiko’s face instantly became colorful.
Help?
He’d love to help.
If he could eliminate a great demon like the Eight-Headed Serpent, he’d be famous nationwide in minutes, becoming a guest of honor of the Imperial Family and the major families, gaining both fame and fortune.
But, dear Commissioner, my name is Asuya Yoshihiko, not my ancestor Asuya Douman. I don't know how to exorcise demons.
Just as Asuya Yoshihiko was thinking about what excuse to use to refuse, the old priest beside him spoke:
“Chief Shiroma, after the Eight-Headed Serpent was slain by Susanoo, its sacred remains can only fully revive when they are hosted by a person with high spiritual power.”
“Therefore, none of us can intervene.”
Is that so? When did I have spiritual power?
Asuya Yoshihiko’s gaze turned strange, but he quickly realized that this old fellow was helping him.
“That’s right.”
Asuya Yoshihiko nodded solemnly, “For the safety of the citizens of Tokyo, I would not hesitate to die, but if it leads to the complete revival of the Eight-Headed Serpent, then I would be a sinner against the entire nation.”
“......”
The other Onmyoji and priests in the conference room looked at each other with strange expressions, but when Shiroma Shotaro’s gaze fell on them, they nodded solemnly.
They don’t have any magical powers either.
At times like this, it's better for everyone to help each other out.
“Is that so?”
Seeing this, Shiroma Shotaro frowned, already considering whether to kick these imposters out.
Miss Ran Mori, the shrine maiden favored by the sacred tree, didn't say such cowardly words.
These guys were trying to make a fool of him.
“Ding-a-ling-a-ling—”
At this time, the phone in the conference room rang, and Kuroda Heibei, who was commanding the battle at the front line, panted and said:
“Chief Shiroma, I request immediate deployment of the Ground Self-Defense Force.”
“Also, Ran and Ochiai-san have arrived.”
“Ran said that what we are facing now is just the remains of the Eight-Headed Serpent, less than one-tenth of its full power.”
“If we let the Eight-Headed Serpent escape and find a suitable host, it will truly revive!”
“At that time, Tokyo will face massive volcanic eruptions and tsunamis!! ”
What these guys said was actually true.
Upon hearing this, Shiroma Shotaro, holding the phone, was stunned, and looked at the priests and Onmyoji in the conference room with a strange expression.
......