Zongman I fight weirdness in everyday world

“Tonight, bear the lives of all the innocent people in Osaka City and take action.”

“We, the Overload Society, will absolutely not fail.”

… …

That afternoon, in front of the train station.

“Bye, Shizuka.”

Looking at Yozora and the Overload Society members standing there, Hiratsuka Shizuka’s expression was complicated, and she sighed softly.

“You guys… really don’t let me rest easy. If you want to play, just come again next time. If you do this, it will be difficult for me to explain to the school.”

“Don’t give me that.”

Yozora was not moved by Hiratsuka Shizuka’s moral kidnapping, and replied nonchalantly.

“The school will make things difficult for you? Stop kidding me.”

“Tch, can’t fool you.”

Hiratsuka Shizuka curled her lips, then asked curiously.

“But… do you have a special purpose for staying in Osaka City for an extra day?”

“We’re going to have an orgy.”

Hiratsuka Shizuka: “…”

“What about the rest of your club members?”

“They weren’t invited.”

… …

After the students from the two schools entered the train station with their teachers, Yozora turned around, looked at the members in front of him, put away his smile, and said in a calm tone.

“Are you all ready?”

“Yeah, no problem.”

“Then let’s begin.”

According to the arrangement of the operation plan, Futaba Rio, Touma Kazusa, Yotsuya Miko, Sakurajima Mai, Yuigahama Yui, and Enmusubi no Kami will each go to the location of a "Gate" and wait for notification, that is, the moment when it starts raining in Osaka City, and start acting at the same time.

Due to the large number of "Gates", this time it is not a group, everyone is acting alone.

The only thing to be thankful for is that perhaps the mastermind behind the scenes considered that only by creating a large number of deaths and injuries can the opening degree of the "Gates" be increased in a short period of time, so most of the "Gates" are located in prosperous commercial areas, and three of them are very close, within a five-kilometer range.

Naturally, these three "Gates" are the responsibility of Yotsuya Miko, who is the strongest.

Yozora and Amano Hina are going to Shitennoji Temple.

Futaba Rio has considered it. Since she can’t spare extra manpower to protect Amano Hina’s safety, it’s better to let Hina follow Yozora directly. If anyone in this plan has the spare energy to protect others, it can only be Yozora.

There is only one thing that Futaba Rio feels is not normal.

All the "Gates" are located in busy urban areas with high population density, and only one "Gate" is located in a relatively remote area, where no one will even pass by.

If these "Gates" were deliberately guided by the mastermind behind the scenes, why would they place a "Gate" there that is completely useless, even if that area is merged with the Reverse Side, it would not cause too many deaths and injuries?

Did it appear randomly?

Futaba Rio always felt that there was something strange about this, but when she thought about it carefully, she couldn’t grasp the slightest clue.

… …

That night, outside Shitennoji Temple Park.

“Let’s begin.”

Hearing Yozora’s words, Amano Hina nodded slightly, took a deep breath, clasped her hands together, closed her eyes, and whispered.

“Please.”

As her voice fell, a few dazzling lights suddenly flashed across the originally peaceful sky, followed by deafening thunder and a torrential downpour like the overturning of the sea.

In the heavy rain, Yozora and Amano Hina walked forward together, holding the Onimaru Kunitsuna with a black blade in his right hand, looking at the string of temple buildings in the distance, and said softly.

“It’s time to purge.”

Chapter 319 The Evil Spirit with Three Heads and Six Arms, Izanami Lurking in the Dark

Later that evening, inside Shitennoji Temple.

“The water is getting deeper and deeper.”

“Is the drainage system broken? This is troublesome.”

“Let’s evacuate first.”

The staff and some of the monks in Shitennoji Temple were frantically trying to stop the spread of the water with containers such as wooden basins.

But the result was not satisfactory.

The torrential rain this time came too suddenly, and the rain was so heavy that it was abnormal. Shitennoji Temple was originally an ancient building, and even after many renovations, the drainage system was still too backward, and there seemed to be some kind of failure, causing the water level to become deeper and deeper, and it was almost up to the knees.

“Have you called?”

“I called, but they said that the rain was too heavy, hindering traffic, and there was no way to come and help.”

“I see… then there’s no way…”

The staff looked at the rising water level and shouted to the monks who were trying to scoop the water out with wooden basins.

“Masters, it will be dangerous if this continues. Evacuate to a higher position first!”

Most of the monks nodded when they heard this and evacuated outwards with the staff.

Anyone with a sound mind would make the same choice.

If Shitennoji Temple is flooded, it will be flooded. The Osaka City government will allocate funds to repair it, but if life is gone, it will really be gone.

Live and die with the temple?

Do you think this is Titanic?

If the Buddha could speak, he would not let them make such meaningless sacrifices.

In the end, only a dozen monks remained in the main hall, sitting cross-legged on the futons that had been wet by the accumulated water.

They were just sitting quietly in front of the tall Buddha statue. The strong wind outside blew on the outer layer of the building, making the sound of wood creaking, accompanied by the dazzling lightning that flashed from time to time, and a dead silence, forming a very strange picture.

A few minutes later, from outside the main hall, there was a faint sound of footsteps that covered the sound of the rain falling, as if stepping on their hearts, coming from far and near.

Looking at the figure in a black coat and a black mask, holding a black long sword, who appeared at the entrance of the main hall with the dazzling lightning, the monk with white eyebrows, who was sitting cross-legged closest to the Buddha statue, raised his head and looked directly at Yozora standing there, his tone was unusually calm.

“‘Mask’… you really came.”

“You knew I was coming?”

Yozora waved the Onimaru Kunitsuna in his hand, his voice with a hint of a smile.

"Are you all obediently sitting here waiting to die? How enlightened."

The old monk spoke indifferently.

"Who will win out is still unknown."

"Oh ho, you're quite cultured?"

Nightstar walked forward slowly, taking out a pure black pistol from his pocket.

Hearing his footsteps, the dozen or so monks sitting in a circle suddenly began chanting scriptures of unclear meaning.

"Bang."

Nightstar walked closer, pressed the muzzle of the gun in his hand against the bald head of a monk, and pulled the trigger without hesitation.

Blood splattered on his clothes, but was instantly swallowed and erased by the pitch-black flames.

"I have a question I'm very curious about."

Nightstar walked around the group of monks like this, pulling the trigger as he went, each bullet piercing the skull of a monk, while looking at the oldest one, who seemed to be the abbot, and said indifferently.

"To be able to manage a famous temple like Shitennoji, even if you're not an enlightened high monk, you should at least be a detached person who has attained enlightenment. Why would someone like you collude with evil?"

Watching the monks die one by one, the old monk didn't even blink, just kept rubbing the prayer beads in his hand, and slowly opened his mouth.

"This benefactor... right now, it is you who is creating karma."

"Oh, moral kidnapping?"

Hearing these words, Nightstar not only didn't waver in the slightest, but even seemed to become more excited.

Originally, he had been cleanly and neatly resolving the monks with a single headshot, but after hearing the old monk's words, he adopted a more cruel method of killing the remaining monks.

Nightstar now shot each monk four times in the limbs first, and then gave the man's most vulnerable area a shot, enjoying the screams of pain they emitted, but without giving them a quick death, instead moving directly to the next target.

"Since I am creating karma..."

Amidst the screams of the monks, Nightstar looked at the huge Buddha statue behind the old monk and said softly.

"Then why doesn't the Buddha or God you worship come out to stop me?"

Seeing the old monk remain silent, Nightstar shook his head, not concealing his disdain and contempt at all.

"I hope there are no so-called gods in this Shitennoji. If there really are, and they would actually watch you guys degenerate to this point, and even tolerate evil spirits all over their temple, then I should just go ahead and eliminate them as well."

"Also, seeing as you don't know, I'll mention it again."

Nightstar looked at the bodies of the monks on the ground, shook his head, and chuckled.

"I don't like killing people, but you things are no longer human, just disgusting twisted things."

"You have already gone down the wrong path."

The old monk sighed slightly, with an expression of compassion, and then slowly opened his mouth.

"Didn't you want to know why we cooperated with the so-called Izanami-no-Ōkami?"

As he said this, the cloth robe on the old monk's body suddenly began to heave, as if there was something underneath trying to break free from the restraints of the clothing.

On the surface of his body, streaks of blue veins, like small snakes scurrying around, suddenly bulged out. His original half-closed eyes, which seemed very kind, suddenly bulged as large as copper bells, and even his eyeballs seemed about to pop out of their sockets.

In just an instant, the old monk's body suddenly swelled, becoming the same size as the Buddha statue behind him, his whole body's skin was pitch black, with light golden patterns. Next to his original head, two more hideous heads with wide-open eyes grew out, and four thick arms with bulging blue veins also protruded from the positions of his ribs and waist.

"Fusion, Wrathful Vajra."

Looking at the old monk whose figure had instantly swelled, fusing with the soul's manifestation, turning into a three-headed, six-armed monster, whose head was even about to touch the top of the hall, Nightstar just shook his head, looking slightly disappointed.

"I thought it would be something more novel, a more noble-sounding reason, but in the end, it's just wanting to become a Buddha yourself?"

The old monk stepped one foot on the ground, causing the entire hall to tremble.

"At this moment... I am the true Buddha!"

"No, you are just an evil spirit about to be beheaded by me, nothing more."

Nightstar shook his head, looked at the old monk walking towards him step by step, and used the Onimaru Kunitsuna held in his right hand to gently cut a slit in his left palm.

As a touch of red appeared in his palm, a golden lightning bolt suddenly descended from the clouds in the sky.

From skeleton to flesh, in just a few breaths, a giant whose whole body was wrapped in white skin, but whose lower half of the face revealed scarlet flesh and blood, appeared in front of the old monk.

"At this moment, I am the warhammer."

The three-headed, six-armed monster let out a piercing roar, completely disregarding the damage it might cause to the surrounding hall, and charged directly towards the giant Nightstar had transformed into.

Faced with the old monk's imposing charge, a long-handled hammer made of crystal instantly appeared in the giant Nightstar's hand.

"Bang!"

Like hitting a groundhog, Nightstar gripped the long handle of the hammer with both hands, and smashed the hammerhead with its sharp tip towards the old monk's head.

However, this blow did not hit directly, but was blocked by the opponent's two thickest arms at the top.

"Trifling skill."

The old monk snorted lightly, his face, like the wrathful Vajra at the gate of Shitennoji, but even more hideous and twisted, revealed undisguised killing intent.

"Go to hell!"

The old monk pushed away the hammer, and his huge body, accompanied by the shaking of the ground, charged directly in front of the Warhammer Giant. All six arms stretched out at the same time, two of them grabbed the Warhammer Giant's head, and the other four, with their five fingers clenched into claws, directly pierced into the Warhammer Giant's flesh and blood.

"Die! Die!"

Looking at the twisted and hideous appearance of the three heads on his shoulders, roaring, no one would believe he was any kind of god.