The mountain-like black clouds menacingly pressed down on the sea. Nᴇw ɴovel chaptᴇrs are published on 𝚗𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚕·𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚎·𝚗𝚎𝚝
Bright yellow lightning flickered within the black clouds, like a writhing dragon. The thunder was deafening, the waves churned and surged, and even amidst the storm, multiple sections of the ship caught fire, the flames leaping wildly in the rain.
In the dark night, Fujiwara Reya navigated like a dark hurricane howling past.
One shadow after another fell before him, the sounds of battle were particularly clear amidst the wind and rain.
High-wattage floodlights illuminated this area, the desolate wind and rain over the sea, making the light seem especially abrupt and lonely.
Fujiwara Reya stood holding his sword.
A member of the Ghost Clan blocking his way fell slowly.
The corpse’s neck was cut open by the sword, a large gash that, under the washing of the rain, quickly diluted the blood. The wound, under the light, looked like a ghastly white maw of flesh, truly a terrifying and disgusting sight.
For agents accustomed to life and death in Section 9, the impact of such scenes was minimal. They hid inside the banquet hall, relying on advantageous terrain, continuously shooting outside.
Firelight, bullets, blood, many things crisscrossed on the deck.
Above the raging sea, roaring with wind and rain.
Everyone felt they were on the brink of collapse...
Time ticked by second by second.
The sky remained overcast, the heavy rain assaulted them, the autumn chill piercing to the bone.
The pitch-black giant waves roared toward the cruise ship like valleys, the deafening sound as if to grind the palace on the sea into pieces.
Countless ferocious Ghost Clan members surged forward one after another.
Fujiwara Reya wielded the Shadow Beauty Blade, handling their first wave of attack with ease.
The appearance of the Ghost Clan was expected, but the emergence of Yomi Country’s forces was somewhat surprising to him... Speaking of Yomi Country, Izanami must be mentioned, a creator Mother God who fell into Yomi.
She hated Takamagahara to the core.
Or rather, she loathed the patriarchal society to the core.
She fell from a creator god into the cruel Yomotsu Great God after successively giving birth to thirty-five deities, ultimately dying from injuries sustained in giving birth to the Fire God and descending into Yomi.
Reproduction and continuance, such a solemn yet mundane matter, even gods are not exempt.
After Izanami’s death, Father God Izanami Naqi, overcome by longing for her, chased alone to the Land of Yomi. However, like an ordinary mortal, upon seeing Izanami transform from a beautiful goddess to an ugly Yomi ghost, he decisively divorced her, leaving and never looking back, even sealing the entrance to the living world with a rock.
Such an action fueled Izanami’s resentment.
The goddess originally responsible for life and creation ceased to create life. She hated the childbirth that killed her, hated the continuation of life, despised the shallow and faithless gods of Takamagahara, becoming the cold and heartless goddess of Yomi, intent only on snuffing out all life.
Reflecting on this tragedy, Fujiwara Reya couldn’t help but feel a mix of poignant and relief.
Fortunately, he had many wives, as long as one of them could bear a son to inherit the Mountain God’s legacy, to bear the blame for his old father, and deal with Amaterasu, it’d suffice... Speaking of which, he got a bit angry, why should a minor Mountain God like him deal with the mess the main gods’ family stirred up!
"Next time I see the old lady, I must get my due..."
Fujiwara Reya wiped the rain off his face, readying his sword to fight once more.
At that moment, he suddenly heard the crackling sound of static from the agents’ radios with Section 9.
Then, the voice of Kasahara Fumi was heard.
"All members, immediately retreat to the topmost cabin—"
The agents of Section 9 promptly retreated.
Fujiwara Reya withdrew to the door, sheathed his sword, and stopped moving.
The rain still poured heavily.
The sea appeared black as if soaked in ink, the sky echoed with thunder that shook the very air.
On the empty deck, white mist spread as the Yomi Army poured out like a tide. In terms of combat power, the Yomi Army was far less formidable than the Ghost Clan, but their strength lay in their overwhelming numbers.
Fujiwara Reya, with his hearing extended to the fullest, suddenly caught a hint of the sound of something flying through the wind.
Looking over there, amid the darkness, a ghostly, mysterious shadow flitted by.
In the wind and rain, the black specter leaped off the ship’s side, graceful like a death flower blooming in the night. Her right hand, waving in the air, suddenly clenched into a fist, then with a swift motion, spread her fingers wide and slammed down.
The astounding brilliant firelight, like the sun emerging from the sea, suddenly lit up the darkness.
The entire space was instantly engulfed by flames.
Immersed within, the senses lost their effect, even thoughts couldn’t unfold, in the field of vision, flame clusters covered the sky, burning, burning...
Feeling the heat coming toward him, Fujiwara Reya smiled.
Under the full-force blow of the Demon King, all the ghosts on the deck were instantly reduced to ashes.
Even the dark clouds in the sky were briefly dispersed.
Standing in the sea of fire was Inugami, white-haired with red eyes.
The black tight outfit outlined her devilish figure, the flickering firelight illuminated the crimson mark on her forehead. At this moment, she resembled a goddess more than a demon.
Fujiwara Reya excitedly ran over.
Kasahara Fumi looked back at him, slowly raised her hand, just about to say, let’s go up too.
Instead, Fujiwara Reya rushed over and wrapped his arms around her waist, planting a kiss on her cheek: "My wife is amazing!"