Seeing tens of thousands of Shaman King's army awakened by the Shaman King's power, Rin winter's snow-white face showed a profound smile. He turned to Doji Ten and said, "It seems the ti has co. Since you are in a hurry, why don't you go first?"
"I believe you can also tell that my body is not well, and I am not good at direct combat. I will just stand by at the rear for you."
Hearing this, Doji Ten glanced at Rin winter out of the corner of his eye and snorted coldly.
The dignified Rin winter, a Psychic blessed by the Black Emperor, actually claid he was not good at direct combat?
Did he really think Aptya's intelligence officers were just decorations?
If he said such a thing, would the thirty thousand urban legend ice sculptures on the shores of Lake Baikal believe it?
Doji Ten knew very well that although Rin winter ca from the famous White God Group, whose mbers mostly believed in the White God Belobog, Rin winter was an absolute anomaly among all White God Group mbers because he possessed the Spirit Mark: Headless Hells.
Hells is the Rin winter sun god in Slavic mythology, who was said to have been slain by Chernabog, the Black God opposed to the White God, but would resurrect as the new sun god Kolyada when spring approached, bringing warmth to the earth.
The period from Hells' death to his rebirth is Rin winter.
And the undead of Hells, symbolizing Rin winter, although one of the Spirit Mark types controlled by the White God Group, a large part of its power cos from the Black God, the deity of darkness and decay, making it a very dangerous and powerful Spirit Mark.
White God Group mbers who draw this Spirit Mark are, in a sense, like dark knights who sacrifice themselves to demons to gain power and protect the light.
For a long ti in the past, no White God Group mber successfully drew this Spirit Mark, either due to conflicting beliefs or insufficient tolerance, until Rin winter appeared...
No one knew how such a sickly person, born with severe asthma and heart disease, managed to withstand the corrosion brought by the terrifying Spirit Mark: Headless Hells.
They only knew that the first ti he appeared in the public eye, he dealt with the undead that had been wandering by Lake Baikal for several years, creating thirty thousand never-lting ice sculptures.
So even believe that if Rin winter had been a healthy, normal person before drawing the Spirit Mark, he should have already advanced to Calamity, but...
He only had the qualification to advance to Calamity, after all, he wasn't a true Calamity!
Doji Ten thought sowhat disdainfully, retracted his gaze, took a step forward, and leaped up.
He knew that Rin winter was wary of the Night Watch, which was why he made an excuse to make him act first, but he didn't care, and even if the White God Group, Kasuga Grand Shrine, and Assassins stood by and watched, he still didn't care.
He had no intention of relying on their strength.
As for the Night Watch...
Unless the Black Emperor personally arrived, Doji Ten might feel so trepidation.
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"Bang—!"
The roar of Doji Ten shattering the mountain rocks with a single step rang out, piercing the eardrums, and Fujiwara Sawae finally put down the red and blue handheld ga console in her hand, took off her headphones, and refocused her attention on the desolate plain ahead.
"Oh? Is it about to begin?"
As her voice fell, Doji Ten, who had leaped into the desolate plain, imdiately burst forth with dazzling golden light from his robust body.
Enveloped in the strong golden light, Doji Ten's already exceptionally robust figure rapidly expanded, enlarged, and then enlarged again, transforming into a giant in a breath. The peacock wings condensed from Spiritual Energy unfolded behind him, stirring up sand.
The Divine Kingdom Jade Gate in the distance, set against that colossal figure, no longer seed so majestic and imposing, appearing like a castle built by a child with building blocks, while the Shaman King's army, roaring and charging at him, resembled toy soldiers, being kicked flying and torn to pieces as soon as they rushed before him.
Imdiately after, with a low breath, golden-red flas burst forth from his greenish-black nostrils, transforming into a cloud of fire, which then subtly shifted into a brilliant sun wheel halo that slowly rose behind him, as solemn Sanskrit chants echoed.
The Shaman King's soldiers hurled spears at him and unleashed Spells, but they were like water guns used by children at play, unable to harm his supposedly indestructible body in the slightest.
The Vajra scepter condensed from Spiritual Energy in his hand swung, and wherever it passed, it plowed out ravines over a hundred ters long, as if scarring the earth with wounds that would never heal.
Greenish-black flas burst forth from the ravines, instantly engulfing large numbers of soldiers, incinerating them, bodies and armor alike, into ashes.
Illuminated by the solemn blazing light, that majestic figure with sharp, fierce angles, facing dense attacks that would terrify most Psychic and urban legend, did not slow down in the slightest, showing an unstoppable montum, truly living up to the na of Kumara, the God of War.
Watching such a sight, Fujiwara Sawae's eyes sparkled, and she couldn't help but clap her hands, a burst of excited cheers escaping her small mouth.
"Oh—! So amazing, so amazing! Just like in a tokusatsu show!"
As a seasoned tokusatsu enthusiast, especially one who loved Ultraman, this beautiful girl simply couldn't resist the spectacular sight of a "Giant of Light" appearing.
Although this Giant of Light had a bit of a curry flavor, he was still a Giant of Light!
"Ahem!" Seeing Fujiwara Sawae's Gaffe, the old man beside her coughed twice, reminding her, "Please, Young Priestess, mind your manners. You represent the face of the shrine on this trip."
Seeing a "Giant of Light" and getting so excited that you're dancing around, an uninford person might think that what our Kasuga Grand Shrine worships isn't the great gods Take Mikazuchi no Mikoto, Futsunushi no Mikoto, and A no Koyane no Mikoto, but Ultraman! The old man thought.
Upon the old man's reminder, Fujiwara Sawae reined herself in slightly, turned her head to look at the old man, and asked, "Mr. Miyata, does that Doji Ten have a girlfriend?"
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"No."
"That's great!" Fujiwara Sawae excitedly said, "Then do you think I have a chance?"
"..." The old man, addressed as Mr. Miyata, was silent for a few seconds, then sighed soundlessly and said, "Miss, I know you're not happy with the marriage arranged by the Chief Priest, but that Lord Doji Ten..."
Seeing the old man hesitate, Fujiwara Sawae tilted her head and pressed, "What about him?"
"He's only seven years old."
"..." Fujiwara Sawae was speechless for a mont. After a long silence, she reached out to the old man and said, "Mr. Miyata, do you have a cigarette?"
Although she rarely smoked, she suddenly really wanted one.
She just couldn't understand, how could that be seven years old?!
Damn it, it was a feeling of heartbreak!
Dating a seven-year-old boy, in her opinion, was a bit too perverted, even for the R Country people who had long been notorious for their perversions.
Mr. Miyata didn't speak, silently took out a tal cigarette case from his pocket, pulled out a cigarette, and handed it to Fujiwara Sawae, then took out a lighter and lit it for her.
He knew that his young priestess had an engagent, and even as early as when she was sixteen, she was almost sent to her husband's family by the Chief Priest.
Upon learning that she might marry soone she had never t, she was very unhappy, had a big fight with the Chief Priest, and ran away from ho for two whole years.
Finally, the Chief Priest, feeling sorry for his daughter, made a concession, and only recently finally found his daughter.
The concession made by the Chief Priest was that if Fujiwara Sawae could find a partner who was more excellent than her fiancé, then she wouldn't have to marry him.
Clearly, the mont Doji Ten unleashed his Spirit Mark ability, Fujiwara Sawae was smitten. In her opinion, soone with such ability must be far more excellent than that fiancé whose whereabouts were still unknown. However, this smitten feeling was shattered less than a minute later by the words "seven years old."
"Hiss—!"
Fujiwara Sawae took a deep drag on her cigarette, slowly exhaled smoke, and opened her thin lips, about to say sothing, when she saw a pure white snowflake quietly fall onto the flickering ember of her cigarette, making a soft "sizzle."
"Mr. Miyata, it's snowing! Just like my mood right now..."
Dark clouds had gathered in the sky at so unknown ti, the whistling gale on the desolate plain gradually turned bone-chilling, and snowflakes fell from the sky, caught in the wind, drifting and dancing.
The snowflakes were small at first, like fine salt, but soon grew as large as goose feathers, and under the pull of the strong wind, they were like countless sharp small blades, cutting across the figures on the desolate plain, sparking a series of fire on their broken armor and bones, making a teeth-grinding sound.
Then.
Those snowflakes fell to the ground, and instantly, a thick layer of solid ice ford on the sandy ground.
The solid ice accumulated continuously, growing thicker and thicker, as if alive, growing wildly, and finally, with a sudden roar, countless sharp ice pillars shot up from the ground, extending for several miles, intertwining with each other, like the suddenly closing fangs [N O V E L I G H T] of a wild beast, crushing countless figures into powder.
Shifting his gaze from the sky, Mr. Miyata frowned slightly and turned to look at Rin winter, a hundred ters away, whispering, "Miss, is it possible that this snow is that guy's masterpiece, and has nothing to do with your mood?"
Old man, so unromantic! Fujiwara Sawae glared sideways at Mr. Miyata, "smack" went the half-smoked cigarette she threw on the ground, stomped on it hard, straightened her back and said, "Miyata, I've decided!"
"Oh?" Mr. Miyata straightened his unusually bent back slightly, and said seriously, "Young Priestess, are you also preparing to act?"
"Act what?" Fujiwara Sawae rolled her eyes and said, "With those two gentlen there, we just watch from the side. It's not too late to act when they need support."
"Then you've decided to..." Mr. Miyata looked puzzled.
"I've decided that after this is over, I'll apply for a vacation from Mother and travel the world to find a suitable partner!" Fujiwara Sawae said earnestly, "This young Doji Ten has made realize that my past vision was a bit narrow."
"The world is so big, even if that guy is outstanding, there will definitely be people even more outstanding than him!"
Upon hearing this, Mr. Miyata's wrinkled old face twitched slightly.
You haven't even t him, how do you know how outstanding he is?
His lips trembled, and just as he was about to say sothing, a thunderous roar suddenly erupted from the desolate plain ahead, forcing the words back down his throat.
"Rin winter, how dare you!?"
The roar ca from Doji Ten.
As he, with unstoppable montum, crossed most of the desolate plain and was about to approach the foot of Yun Pass, several thick, pillar-like ice pillars, over a hundred ters long, suddenly rose from beneath his feet, piercing his shoulder blades and thighs...
Golden blood splattered, and before it hit the ground, it was frozen into ice by the swirling cold air.
Black qi, symbolizing death and decay, swirled around Doji Ten's wounds.
Seeing such a scene, Fujiwara Sawae was dumbfounded.
I finally found a potential boyfriend, then I found out he was only seven, and then I saw him get heavily injured by a backstab... Do I have so kind of husband-killing fate? Fujiwara Sawae thought.
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