JOJO hiding in the hunter world

"Waste! Waste! All of you are useless!" Ashiya Subarashii's mentality was extremely poor, as the red ogre in the distance had not yet regained its senses and was wreaking havoc everywhere.

Now, the red ogre's mind was devoid of any distractions, simply wanting to destroy everything in front of it, whether human or yokai.

The airplanes in this world weren't as developed as those in his previous life, so airships were all the rage. Anyway, Jon had never seen a particularly powerful fighter jet.

Except for a few jet fighters that could escape, all other means of transportation were insignificant in the eyes of the giant red ogre.

Tanks were crushed with a single stomp, and airplanes and ordinary yokai were also crushed in an instant.

Ashiya Subarashii and the people in the military all knew that this demon could grow stronger by devouring human fear. But no one could suppress their fear; it was an emotion rooted in instinct.

Even Ashiya Subarashii wasn't completely without fear.

The constant stream of fear was like food laced with stimulants for the red ogre, making it faster and stronger.

In Ashiya Subarashii's perception, each of his punches was no less than a three-ton TNT equivalent explosion, equivalent to simultaneously detonating more than forty bottles of household gas cylinders.

This power was enough to destroy everything he saw. Ashiya Subarashii could only avoid its sharp edge and put away his conspicuous flame feather robe.

"None of them are true first-generation yokai; they're all hybrid mongrels, useless! Tell the higher-ups to wait a little longer. I can definitely complete that move…"

"The higher-ups have replied, saying they want you to hurry. They can't let this monster enter the city; they want to kill it outside the range of public view.

If it's seen, you know the consequences better than we do. Everything will be in vain. If it really doesn't work, run further away…" This liaison officer relayed the message to Ashiya Subarashii next to a camouflaged communications armored vehicle.

Due to various reasons, this world's aerospace technology was even worse than India's in the last century. There were no satellite monitors, so as long as they concealed it here, everything would be fine.

"There are already ninety-three. Seven more are needed. As long as I make up those seven, I can defeat it with one blow and avenge myself."

I can counter-kill! Ashiya Subarashii gritted his teeth and once again revealed the azure phoenix fire wings, wanting a quick battle. He charged towards the dilapidated Tenshukaku.

In the eyes of the red ogre, it was just a small firefly that slipped past. There were still several stag beetles (tanks) ramming themselves in front of him.

"Fire Enhancement Earth Sword!"

A large number of sparks burst out around the core of the Ignorance Fire in his hand, and a bright flame shot out from the middle, suddenly becoming more than ten meters long, like a giant flame blade.

This move took its name from the fire god Kagutsuchi, and consumed less energy than the Blazing Heaven Illumination Sword. The flame was looser and the amount was far less than the Blazing Heaven Illumination Sword.

However, the practicality of the Fire Enhancement Earth Sword was far higher than that of the Blazing Heaven Illumination Sword. The Fire Enhancement Earth Sword could handle most yokai and half-yokai.

Honestly, the Blazing Heaven Illumination Sword was being used for the first time since it was developed. It was quite unskilled. From the moment it was developed, he never thought of using it. No yokai could possibly withstand an attack of this intensity.

But the reality slapped him in the face. This yokai not only withstood the restraints of the Night Parade of One Hundred Demons but also took this move head-on.

"Could this red ogre be a true yokai?" Ashiya Subarashii couldn't help but mutter in his heart.

‘Tenshukaku’ should just be an optical illusion created by a clam yokai named Mirage.

Everything was fake. The damage caused by the battle between Ashiya Subarashii and the red ogre just now couldn't be seen at all in the illusory ‘Tenshukaku’.

Some of the walls inside were real, but how could these rotten dirt walls stop Ashiya Subarashii?

Ashiya Subarashii destroyed the walls one by one, forcing out the yokai hiding in the village who hadn't run away yet.

There were many such yokai, but most of them were useless to Ashiya Subarashii. What he was pursuing were pure-blooded yokai.

These yokai and the mixed-blood abominations bred from yokai could not perfect his Night Parade of One Hundred Demons.

His Night Parade of One Hundred Demons could also absorb those mixed-blood half-yokai, and the absorbed energy would appear on the pure-blooded yokai in the Night Parade of One Hundred Demons who were related to him by blood.

Generally speaking, mixed-blood yokai were much weaker than pure-blooded yokai. Many mixed-blood yokai were even less combat-effective than normal adults.

The ones that Ashiya Subarashii found were basically this kind of stuff, making him furious and anxious.

Yokai had indeed gathered in groups before, but Ashiya Subarashii had never seen such a large yokai group before.

His Night Parade of One Hundred Demons was also close to being completed. As long as his luck was normal, he could complete the Night Parade of One Hundred Demons half a year early.

As long as the Night Parade of One Hundred Demons was completed, then nothing could cause trouble. He would become the guardian deity of the Sakura Country.

Now he could only subdue them one by one and then guess their names.

At the same time, the Sakura Country's military headquarters reacted very quickly. As soon as Tenshukaku appeared, they immediately dispatched the best jet fighters in the Sakura Country.

Basically, they had the level of second-generation to third-generation fighter jets. The speed was still very fast, and the endurance was okay. Although the Sakura Country's area was not small, it was not too big. It was not a problem to travel around the Sakura Country.

At the same time, several fighter jets flew over the entrance of the large forest several kilometers away.

Jon felt very uncomfortable, feeling like he was dead, even preferring to take a punch from Porter White rather than this.

Jon used various means to find the nearest naval military base in Yokohama and stole something. He found a fighter jet that had just taken off and used the Indian hitchhiking method to get a ticket.

No one noticed that a person was stuck to the bottom of the plane. Jon was now attached to the plane, trying to minimize the stress area.

It was now at an altitude of eight thousand meters, where the air was thin and the temperature was extremely low.

Fortunately, Jon used 'Handicraft' to fix himself on the plane, instead of relying on Ripple.

If he relied on the stickiness of Ripple, Jon would have been thrown off long ago. The air was so thin that it couldn't support high-intensity Ripple at all.

Moreover, during supersonic flight, there was no way to breathe normally. Jon was holding his breath with his mouth closed. Opening his mouth would immediately result in a meme-worthy expression.

This was still the best-case scenario; he might die on the spot from taking in too much air.

Handicraft was indeed a good Stand. If it weren't for it, Jon would have been forced to be naked long ago because his clothes were torn by the air.

Handicraft also protected Jon's body and skin, reducing the damage from air pressure.

Jon dared to say that if someone in his previous life dared to do this, they would definitely die, no matter how strong their body was.

Without Handicraft, Jon probably wouldn't last two minutes.

Fortunately, he had the foresight to buy a diving goggle, so he could barely open his eyes.

The last time he got on a plane, his hairline was blown back two centimeters. He looked more than ten years older, and the moisture on his face was gone, replaced by wrinkles and dead skin.

Because of the low air pressure, Jon's brain was very uncomfortable, his thinking was blocked, and he felt nauseous.

"C93 is about to enter combat position, please prepare!"

"Roger!" The plane began to descend in preparation for the attack.

Jon eavesdropped on the pilot's conversation through Stone Free's sound transmission function.

Although he had goggles, his thinking couldn't keep up and he couldn't see clearly. After all, it was a ten-thousand-meter night sky. The best way was to listen to the pilot.

Jon's eyes must have seen something ethereal, disgusting, eerie, and fear-inducing in the distance, like Nen or resentment.

Was that the yokai?

It wasn't until the plane descended to six thousand meters that it began to launch missiles. This was completely different from what Jon had imagined.

That huge yokai was also as tall as a small building, and could barely be considered a monster.

But the fighter jets didn't seem to have the characteristics of the Earth Defense Force in the Ultraman that Jon watched, with low-altitude, face-to-face attacks.

Now Jon was at an altitude of thousands of meters, and this yokai without wings was only a dozen meters at most. What were those planes attacking?

The red ogre on the ground could only glare fiercely at the 'flies' flying back and forth in the sky, but it was helpless.

Jon slightly predicted the height, distance, and inertia, and released Handicraft's fixation.

Jon imitated a cat falling from a height, adjusting his center of gravity and posture to make himself descend at a uniform speed like a parachute.

But because it was his first attempt and he only had theoretical knowledge, Jon failed and accelerated towards the ground.

"Ice-Making Magic: Glider!" Two huge ice wings condensed on Jon's back, covering the moonlight above everyone's heads, like a beautiful god.

"Bold demon! Quickly reveal your true form!"

"Great Mighty Heavenly Dragon, World Honored Ksitigarbha!"

"Prajna Buddhas, Prajna Paramita!"

Jon, gliding at high speed, flew straight towards the giant red ogre. The ice wings were six meters long, he held a two-meter-long ice spear in his hand, surrounded by ice cones, and flames were喷射ing from his feet.

Like an ice angel descending from the sky to slay demons, he chanted mysterious spells that no one understood.

Everyone looked at this 'angel' with hope, anticipating the arrival of a miracle in their hearts.

Facing the aggressive Jon, the giant red ogre responded with only a simple and unadorned slap.

It was fast and powerful. Jon didn't react and couldn't block it. He was slapped away far away, and the ice wings shattered into ice crystals in the air on the spot.

Jon rolled far on the ground, and the ground was plowed out with traces of more than ten meters.

That slap just now was at least twice the speed of sound. Jon couldn't block it. The bones all over his body were in great pain. Several ribs were broken, and most of the bones had a certain degree of fracture.

The internal organs were also greatly damaged. Jon spat out a mouthful of blood, looking as embarrassed as he could be.

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