Tokyo Bay was overwhelmed by waves of zombie-like creatures, continuously pouring from the sea onto the land.
Even though Yamata no Orochi had control of the terrain and local forces, and had set up coast guard fleets and fire support on land in advance, they were still being pushed back by the seemingly endless tide of zombies.
The four main defensive groups—Wind, Forest, Fire, and Mountain—had almost all failed, and the entire line was on the verge of collapsing under the pressure of the zombie assault.
If it weren't for Gen Chisei and Uesugi Erii, the entire defense line at Tokyo Bay would have already been breached by the zombies.
"We can't hold on much longer, Young Master!"
A bloodied retainer rushed to the man's side, gritting his teeth and saying, "The Wind, Forest, Fire, and Mountain teams are mostly wiped out, and now there's only this one last defense point left!"
Just then, a monstrous zombie broke through the line, its fangs bared and claws swinging, attempting a sneak attack.
Gen Chisei gripped his ancient sword, 'Spider Cutter,' his movements swift and precise. With a simple slash of 'Water Moon,' the blade arced through the air and came down in a vertical strike.
Swish!
Cold, sharp dragon blood sprayed like a fountain.
The zombie trying to break through was split in two from the middle, its cut smooth and clean, as if polished by a mirror.
The zombie's skin was covered in tough, green scales that could withstand even bullets, leaving only small dents. But against Gen Chisei's legendary blade, 'Spider Cutter,' which had been passed down for a hundred years, the scales were as fragile as tofu, revealing the blade's sharpness.
"At all costs, we must hold this line!"
Gen Chisei took a deep breath, wiping the blood from his face, his eyes dark and cold. "We cannot allow even a single zombie to break through."
But despite his resolve, with the endless assault from the zombies, how much longer could Yamata no Orochi hold on?
Gen Chisei's gaze fixed on the front, his furrowed brows betraying his deep concern.
At the end of his sight, there was a girl in red. Her skin was as white as jade, her long hair fluttered, and her slender, delicate figure seemed like an elf from a fairy tale.
She stood in stark contrast to the surrounding bloodshed and the terrifying, blue-scaled monsters.
Yet, this girl—who looked like a perfect elf with her delicate, seemingly fragile appearance—created a deathly domain around her, within a three-meter radius.
Any intruder who stepped into this area was torn apart by an invisible force, leaving behind a trail of severed limbs and shattered bodies.
Amid the howling winds carrying the screams of thousands of dead soldiers, the girl held a thin blade. Her large witch's robe fluttered in the air, and her wine-red hair swirled like a burning flame.
As her cherry lips parted slightly, a series of sea-water tornadoes suddenly rose from the ground.
In the next moment, countless waves of water, swirling upward, turned into sharp, falling swords under her control, targeting the hideous horde of monsters.
It was as though a great god had passed judgment on the vile creatures, delivering a final reckoning for their crimes.
"Word Soul : Judgment!"
The girl's cherry lips barely moved as she gently swung the thin blade.
The water in Tokyo Bay's horizon instantly turned into countless sharp swords, descending with incredible speed, carrying the will of death.
In a flash, hundreds of the monstrous soldiers were sliced apart by the sharp water droplets, splashing like a fountain, and blooming like the ominous blood-red flowers of the underworld.
The shattered water droplets, carrying the creatures' blood, surrounded the girl, turning the once pure white sky into a bloody, brutal red.
The previously dense horde of monsters was now scattered, with a large portion wiped out. Standing in the midst of the sea of corpses and blood, the girl, Erii, had no expression.
Her piercing golden eyes, like those of a true god, radiated coldness and indifference, ruling over every life in the area.
"Fantastic! It's the head of the Uesugi family!"
"Go, take down these monsters!"
"With the Uesugi head here, we'll win for sure! Charge!"
With Erii Uesugi's help, the crumbling defense line was solidified once more, and the monster horde that had made it ashore was pushed back.
"How many waves has it been now?"
Gen Chisei was feeling impatient. Looking around at the chaotic battlefield, he asked, "Where is my father? Has anyone seen him?"
"The seventh wave has passed, but according to Kaguya's scans, there are two more waves approaching." Miyamoto Shio shook his head. "As for Mr. Masamune, we haven't seen him since the battle started."
"Damn it, how many more of these things are there?" Gen Chisei stared at the girl with the red sleeves, his eyes filled with anxiety and worry. "At this rate, we can't keep going like this."
The biggest problem now was how much longer Erii could last.
'Word Souls' weren't without cost, and Erii's Word Soul, Judgment, was a powerful one, nearly capable of killing everything it saw.
Using it at such a high frequency would only make her unstable bloodline more likely to go out of control.
And if she did go out of control, the consequences would be unimaginable!
"What does Father... want to do?" Gen Chisei was both frustrated and uneasy. This situation had come up so suddenly.
Yamata no Orochi had been forced into battle with the "Corpses" without any preparation. As the head, Masamune Tachibana had provided no strategy. It was a huge contrast to what Gen Chisei remembered about his father.
Inuyama Katsu from the frontlines staggered back, blood soaking his chest, his breath uneven, eyes filled with bloodshot veins. "Chisei... we can't keep fighting like this."
Yamata no Orochi had suffered immense losses in the first seven waves of the battle against the undead.
A large number of promising young half-bloods had been thrown into this brutal grinder, with an average survival time of less than an hour. If this continued, the losses would be incalculable.
"We have no other choice, Mr. Inuyama." Gen Chisei's gaze fell on the old man's worn-out sword. The damage to the blade was evident, showing just how fierce the battles had been.
His heart weighed heavy, as if a thousand-pound stone was pressing down on him. "Because this is our destiny."
Destiny—what an ironic word. It should be called a 'curse.'
Inuyama Katsu remained silent. His once-brilliant golden eyes were now clouded with deep exhaustion. "But can we really break this curse... Chisei?"
"I believe in Father."
Gen Chisei's answer was simple, but he struggled to push down the unease in his heart.
"But—"
Inuyama Katsu was interrupted before he could finish his sentence by Miyamoto Shixiong.
"Kaguya detected someone has entered the restricted area!"
His voice was urgent, but almost at the same time, both Gen Chisei and Inuyama He heard the eerie and strange sound of a wooden clapper.
Hearing the familiar sound again, Gen Chisei immediately turned toward it, fire burning in his eyes. "It's Osho!"
Inuyama Katsu gritted his teeth and forced himself to stand, gripping the blade tightly in his hand. "Is it the leader of the Oni Clan? The one, the culprits behind the corpse guardians being released from Takamagahara? Is it him?!"
On the road behind Yamata no Orochi, a figure suddenly appeared.
Dressed in a black haori, wearing a pale, noble's mask, and making the eerie sound of the clapper, the figure seemed to appear like a ghost, silently drawing closer.
"Now of all times? Are they planning to strike from behind while we're focused on the corpse guardians, aiming to wipe out Yamata no Orochi in one go?" Gen Chisei gritted his teeth, his eyes filled with malice as he stared at Osho, the sense of unease that had been lingering in his heart growing stronger. "What a perfect time to strike..."
"Of course. A celebration as lively as this can't go without me."
Osho slowly reached up to remove his mask, revealing a familiar face with a mocking, cold smile at the corner of his lips.
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