Weird Tokyo, I am the master of strange stories

Chapter 51 The Eye of God

"The police are finished..."

"There's nothing we can do about it, after all, the enemy is that kind of monster."

"Is it really okay to put this kind of clip on TV? What should children do if they see it?"

"This late-night special effects drama is quite realistic. What's the title of it?"

Until this time, many viewers still thought this was just a fake TV show.

After all, that kind of scene is really too shocking for people living in modern society.

"The tattooed policeman and the guy in white... don't seem to be ordinary people!"

"But it's useless, there are too many enemies."

"By the way, what about the beautiful girl Phantom Thief? Don't you want to make a move yet?"

"Beautiful Phantom Thief, why are you just watching!"

Not far away from Yamai Eiko, the beautiful phantom thief silently observed the scene and quickly made a judgment——

The defeat of the police is only a matter of time.

If it were her before, she would have rushed forward desperately to save as many people as possible.

But this time...

"I'm not a sister, I don't have the strength like her..."

The beautiful girl Phantom Thief murmured in her heart.

With the immortality of those black-robed men, even if she rushed into the enemy's formation, she would probably just be consumed alive.

Moreover, she could see that the leading man in black robe was deliberately attracting other people in the gray mist.

It's like... drawing the enemy's attention for other companions, thereby delaying time.

Thinking of this, the beautiful girl Phantom Thief no longer hesitated and was about to take Yamai Eiko and the two of them away from here.

But suddenly, a touch of blood appeared.

Like a magnificent and dangerous blood butterfly, it flew into the melee.

The beautiful girl Phantom Thief stopped and her pupils shrank: "The bloody swordsman..."

Not just her, the moment she saw this figure, the noisy battlefield suddenly became silent.

Both the police officers and the black-robed believers couldn't help but cast their eyes on that man.

"Blood-clothed...swordsman!"

Iwamura Ichiro was stunned at first, a little panicked for no reason, but he quickly smiled and said: "What about the bloody swordsman?"

"We have been blessed by the goddess of the underworld, and we will be immortal from now on."

"Do you think...you can kill us?"

After hearing this, Naoto Tamaki, who temporarily suppressed the idea of ​​releasing the Inuki, couldn't help but look solemn.

Although the blood-clothed swordsman's combat power is ridiculously strong, physical damage seems to be unable to completely kill these believers.

Can he... really break the situation?
Saito Ling's expression on the side was visibly relaxed, and she said softly: "No problem."

"Ordinary people may think that the sword is the sharpest weapon of the bloody swordsman. In fact, what is truly terrifying... is clearly those eyes..."

"If you ask me, it might be the legendary... Eye of God."

Meanwhile, on the Internet.

"It's the bloody swordsman!"

"The police are saved!"

"No, no, no, even the bloody swordsman can't kill those monsters, right?"

"Maybe I'll even have to stay here..."

Just now, the impression left by the immortal believers on people was so profound and terrifying that most people had a pessimistic view.

Ichiro Iwamura stared at the blood-clothed swordsman, with cruel pleasure in his tone: "Blood-clothed swordsman! Let's settle all the previous grudges here!"

"kill him!"

"For the Mother Goddess of Huangquan!"

"We are immortal!"

The faces of the men in black robes were full of fanaticism, shouting similar words, and they attacked one after another.

Yu Gonglang watched this scene in silence, the black light in his right eye slowly rotating.

The world in his eyes gradually turned into a pattern composed of points and lines.

There are many "points" on the human body, either in the throat, in the brain, or in the heart...

Just cutting it off can easily kill someone.

However, even ordinary people without this right eye can know this kind of thing. Trained martial arts masters and killers are also familiar with the weaknesses of the human body, and have also summed up quite subtle "killing techniques."

Yu Gonglang is just an ordinary person. He is not good at boxing and has never learned swordsmanship.

The reason why he can kill people more easily than killers and martial artists is simply because he can see the "spots" hidden deeper in the human body.

That is something closer to the abstract universe, rules, and roots.

The process of destroying "points" is not so much "killing" as it is...

Erase!

These black-robed believers are like dead, rotting corpses.

People who are already dead cannot be killed again.

But what happens if you destroy those deepest points?
Yu Gonglang waved the demon sword.

The bloody sword light will cut off the gray mist together!
laugh--

The first four or five believers who rushed forward were immediately cut off at the waist and fell to the ground.

Ichiro Iwamura stood in the distance and laughed: "Such an injury will only take two or three seconds to recover."

"This is exactly the miracle sent by Lord Izanami! I will let you taste the fear before killing..."

He was brazenly showing his malice, but suddenly his expression froze and he looked at the fallen believer.

From the section of the body, white and fat maggots gushed out.

But this time, they did not repair the body of the believer. Instead, they opened their mouths full of tiny sharp teeth and gnawed at the body very quickly.

Carrion, internal organs, bones... all entered the maggots' stomachs.

Then, they all let out an indescribable piercing scream.

Then, it exploded with a "pop" and turned into a pool of rancid blood.

"what happened……"

Iwamura Ichiro showed a shocked expression: "It's impossible..."

While these believers were distracted, Yu Gonglang had already rushed into the crowd.

The bloody sword light continued to cut through the air.

At the same time, the existence of believers one after another is also erased.

The screams of maggots that shouldn't exist in reality began to sound one after another, impacting the hearts of everyone present.

A strange double image appeared in front of Naoto Tamaki's eyes, which looked like dots and lines, or the eyeballs of a winding snake and a dead fish. There were layers of murmurs and roars in his ears.

"Gather at my place!"

Saito Aya's soft drink briefly restored his clarity.

The police officers who were still alive moved closer.

Immediately, the ink-colored Magatama on his neck emitted a faint light, gradually calming their hearts.

At the same time, the black-robed believers who had been so brave just now and kept charging began to cower.

In the final analysis, they are just a group of rabble who are greedy for life and afraid of death. They only behave so bravely because they know that they will not die.

When this immortal characteristic collapsed in front of the bloody demon sword, the fear of death naturally surged into his heart.

"Aren't we already immortal?"

"Lord Izanami, please protect us!"

"Could it be that it was just a lie to us..."

Once the seeds of doubt are planted, it will never be eliminated, not to mention that many of these fanatical believers are just people who have been forcibly brainwashed.

Facing the cold and bloody figure like the god of death, they quickly collapsed and fled deep into the gray mist.

Ichiro Iwamura shouted angrily: "Don't run away!"

"That guy must have some weakness..."

"As long as you hurt him once, you can..."

next moment.

The bloody demon knife cut off his head.

(End of this chapter)