Apocalypse Forecast

Chapter 964 - 761: Since We’re All Here

No one responded.

No one wanted to see him here, and some didn’t even know who he was.

But seeing the horns on his head, it’s clear, a member of the Hybrid Alliance!

At the moment Tsushima Daigo realized this, he felt an indescribable fury, followed by a deep chill, almost trembling.

Their presence here proved that today’s actions had already been known to them!

His group was likely to face dire consequences...

And even more critically, there’s a mole within the Iron King Party!

Tsushima Daigo never dreamed that the mole wasn’t among today’s group, nor within the Iron King Party, but right behind them at the Deer’s Sing Hall!

Yet despite being chilled and shaken, it’s already too late.

In the fiery explosion, the Evil Ghost drawing its sword stepped forward, smiling as he introduced himself, "Belonging to the Alliance, Huaizhi People—here to send distinguished guests on their way."

In his hand, the renowned sword forged by an artisan revealed scale-like patterns, casting onto everyone’s faces.

Chilling to the core.

——Rotten Rope Village.

Among Tenmoku’s many treasures, this remains a rare prized blade, even without Hell’s power to become a Border Relic, it still possesses exceptional sharpness and hardness.

In Yingzhou, the so-called ’Rotten Rope’ refers to a snake.

The swordsmith made an error in timing for the dedication, failing to welcome the spirit of the White Snake, turning it into a hollow shell.

But for Huai Shi, this empty shell was more handy than any Border Relic.

Now, with a twist of his wrist, a strand of blood emerged from the blade, spreading, just like countless crimson eyes in a Crow Flock, an indescribable ferocity and grudge emerged from within.

A cursed and hungry sharp blade.

With Huai Shi’s wrist swing, it easily tore through the burning bicycles before him, penetrating into the heavy siege, a deep voice rising within the flames, the unrestrained aura of the Third Stage spreading.

"Good times are always short-lived." He curiously asked, "Should we go one by one, or all together?"

"Ha, what era is this, would anyone still come forward for a duel?"

In the midst of rage, Tsushima Daigo sneered—such fools charging towards duels, should have been soaked in gasoline and set ablaze long ago!

In his hand, the heavy war banner slowly lifted, the Evil Ghost Flag suddenly unfurled in the firelight, the Mystic Ritual from Huangquan operating here, instantaneously bringing the transformation and augmentation of Source Substance.

The fabled War God Honda’s Zhong Kui Horse Seal descends upon Huangquan’s journey.

With the Horse Seal’s blessing, chaotic waves spread.

No need for words, those adept Extreme Path members launched an Offensive, swiftly surrounding him, the Sublimators leading the charge wasted no words before racing forward.

The whistling of Space Break erupted.

And behind them, everyone pulled out various light firearms from the vehicles, aiming at Huai Shi, awaiting his moment of weakness.

Playing with duels at this time, the era has changed twice over!

But suddenly, the person at the very front halted abruptly, the gruesome head silently slipping off the shoulder, blood flying. No you come, I go, no fumbling left or right.

The figure wielding the Sharp Blade advanced, cutting down the impediments like clearing away weeds, effortlessly slicing anyone daring to block him into halves.

——Simply and decisively, Beheading!

Then, amidst the loud gunfire, he swung his blade carelessly, the reflexes beyond ordinary imagination already sharply sensed the bullet’s trajectory even before fingers pulled the trigger...

Bathed in the shower of metal, Huai Shi lifted his head, looking at the war banner in Tsushima Daigo’s hand, his eyebrow slightly raised.

"Do you have a banner?"

He marveled, nodding, "What a coincidence, this thing... I have one too."

At that moment, the shadow spread from beneath his feet, in the harsh flames, a strand of black quietly emerged amidst the dancing crimson, like an open doorway revealing its fleeting sinister silhouette.

And that burning majestic Banner.

The power of the Buried Sacred Place ran through here, invisible forces stirred the Crow Flock overhead, let that dark tide surge ocean-like.

Then, dazzling lights flashed from every direction out of the darkness.

Where the firelight couldn’t reach, door after door opened in the vehicles, the Huaizhi Gang members who had long been waiting eagerly emerged, showing the same excited smile as Huai Shi.

Scarlet light flowed in their eyes, merging as if one with the Crow Flock.

Under the Soloist’s miracles, they had become embodiments of the Abyss Horde on earth, their skin gleamed with iron, and the long or short Tachis in their hands shone with grudge-filled blood light.

Tonight, Huai Shi dispatched over half of the Huaizhi Gang’s core, a total of fifty people here.

The share from the Heavenly Inquiry Route granted this immense power as a Blessing, distributing to each of them. Hybrids naturally draw closer to the Abyss, feeling no discomfort, rather growing more exhilarated. Even four especially assimilated with the Crow Flock, their entire eyes turned silver—

Tsushima Daigo looked around, chilled to the bone.

Not just startled by the unexhibited depths of the Hybrid Alliance, but frightened by the increasingly fervent expressions on those familiar faces...

"Holy!"

Just like the fanatic monk soldiers raised by the Light Illumination Sect, those people’s eyes burned with frenzy, no orders needed, charging ahead with loud roars, fearlessly.

The power of the Steel Crow Swarm instinctively clashed with the Huangquan’s journey’s blessing, the ensuing turbulence causing the flames on the Banner in the Buried Sacred Place to burn even stronger.

Yet the Zhong Kui Horse Seal in Tsushima Daigo’s hand felt an overwhelming force descending upon it, violently trembling.

Now, with the Huaizhi Gang’s fierce attack and a wind gust, perhaps it might just be like ancient army duels, breaking the banner pole with the clash of Source Substance!

Tsushima instinctively glanced back, looking behind him: "Mr. Nagahara!"

And Nagahara’s figure had already charged forward with the wind, from his hand, a projection of a Long Spear slowly materialized.

The once shattered Dragonfly Cutter fragments reforged, still an impeccable divine weapon. The crystal-like red encased spear shaft resembled a cross-shaped key spear.

The spear inherited from the New Sky Stream instantaneously broke through the air towards Huai Shi.

A thousand miles away, just a fleeting moment!

But Huai Shi seemed indifferent as he moved forward.

Behind him, within the flames, a sudden streak of cold light emerged, slashing diagonally from the void.

Out of the combination of Sword Heart and Source Substance, an illogical sword aura formed, striking through the air, forcing Nagahara’s silhouette to pause abruptly, then retreat a step.

Amidst the raging flames, a diagonal crack had appeared.

Even the invisible blaze was split into two under the sharpness of the slash, with the upper flames dissipating, while the lower surged flames could not break through the invisible barrier.

This was the invisible sword comprehended after auditing for ten years under the Sword Saint’s door.

Even if ridiculed by the Sword Saint as a ’plea for the impossible, not the true path’ and viewed as a mere clever trick, it was still terrifying enough to awe ghosts and gods.

The crisp sound of wooden clogs on the ground spread.

Alliance Guardian—Amada emerged from the flames, expressionless, only a tangible killing intent swirling around the simple longsword in his hand.

He completely disdained the exchange of words with enemies, stepping forward, slash!

Tsushima Daigo’s expression contorted, he never expected that Tobio would actually deploy the Alliance Guardian meant to protect his life at this time...

Next, a fierce blood light unfolded before his eyes.

"Hey, what are you looking at?"

A smiling face emerged in front of him.

Tsushima Daigo’s expression couldn’t change in time, his body instinctively drew the tento from his sleeve, blocking the thrust aimed at his throat, just before feeling the chill on his neck.

Almost beheaded by a single strike!

Seeing the tragic slash mark on the tento he had used for years, Tsushima Daigo couldn’t even feel the pain before instinctively activating the power of the Zhong Kui Horse Seal.

The banner that once followed the legendary Yingzhou Army God for years had, through long time, become not only a symbol of the Tokugawa Clan’s once world-uniting achievements but also ushered an ascension.

If not for the ’Zhong Kui’ difficultly merging with the Yingzhou Phylogeny, it might have already advanced to a Stigmata Relic!

A menacing bull-head and horse-face projection emerged behind Tsushima Daigo, and his whole body turned into a horrifying jet-black.

Yingzhou Phylogeny Third Stage Stigma, Mahakala!

Right in front of him, Huaizhi people’s expression stiffened, seemingly surprised.

But it did not seem like shock over the enemy’s power, but surprise... that his strike hadn’t killed the enemy!

"Good, one more strike!"

Huai Shi grinned and stepped forward again, the blade in his hand raised high.

Tang Bamboo’s Power.

At that instant, a thunderous roar erupted again!

Tsushima Daigo raised his hand instinctively, placing the tento before him, but immediately was involuntarily forced back a step, nearly blown away by the massive power of the strike.

His arms grew numb, not even managing to rally, as Huai Shi pressed relentlessly forward, once more appearing before him.

The blade in his hand raised high, slash!

"Third strike!"

Amidst the thunderous roar, Tsushima Daigo’s arms cracked, blood flowing out, he roared angrily, forcibly sustaining the defense, while raising the Zhong Kui Horse Seal with the other hand, the Eating Ghost God’s phantom opened its eyes, bestowing blessings as scorching as molten iron.

But then, the shadow beneath Huai Shi’s feet trembled, the Buried Sacred Place opened a crack, from within, tangible Dark Basicity flowed out, entwining around Tsushima, inch by inch extending to the Horse Seal in his hand.

Tsushima felt as if thrown into an icy sea, engulfed by chilling cold.

From that instant, he saw the phantom behind Huai Shi, reminiscent of a god in the land of the dead turning to glance at the mundane world, casting a contemptuous glance.

His slender eyes burned with the brilliance of divine nature.

The Zhong Kui banner shook violently, cracking open a fissure, and was instantly swallowed by the boundless darkness, vanishing without trace, only the sound of chewing-like breaking noises continuously echoed from the shadow.

While the scarlet sword blade had already cleaved down.

In the final moment, Tsushima Daigo’s mind went blank, for some reason suddenly recalling Ozaki Mitsuharu’s menacing face and his words before departure.

This is... the price of a general’s success?

Darkness descended, engulfing everything.

Only the thrilling rush of blood filled the air.

A corpse had already fallen to the ground.

Just behind Huai Shi, the blood-drenched Ueno charged forward, picked up the head from the ground, and roared to all sides: "Tsushima Daigo of the Iron King Party has been eliminated!!!"

Upon losing the empowerment of Zhong Kui Horse Seal, the subsequent battle became a one-sided massacre.

After dealing with several troublesome Sublimators, Huai Shi lowered his head, observing a strand of deathly gray arise from the blade, looping around his fingertips like dust.

It was the death needed for the Great Priestess’s divine transformation ritual.

"Just this... little?"

Huai Shi’s eye twitched, slashing through so many people, yet couldn’t even achieve one percent progress, is this going to take a lifetime?

But if the quantity was insufficient, then quality could make up for it.

He turned back, looking at Nagahara battling fiercely with Amada. Nagahara seemed to have sensed something, suddenly turned around to look back.

And saw, that distant figure had become so close, even lifting his head, offering an honest smile.

"Since you’re here——"