Chapter 95: At This Moment, It Is the Time of Slaughter!
Tamamo-no-Mae began to recount everything that had happened.
As she finished, a look of self-reproach appeared in her eyes.
“Please forgive my recklessness, my Lady.”
“The current situation is all due to my carelessness, my failure to investigate the enemy’s intelligence.”
“Please punish me.”
Tamamo-no-Mae had not investigated Kamishiro Naraku’s various intelligences, or rather, he had hidden them too well.
Whether it was his peak B-rank strength, or that terrifying Old God, or the ritual that now covered half the area, Tamamo-no-Mae knew nothing.
If she had discovered even a little, the situation would have been much better than it was now.
In reality, this was not entirely Tamamo-no-Mae’s fault. Most of the intelligence had actually come from Kamishiro Hime’s investigation.
The two of them could share the blame.
However, in Tamamo-no-Mae’s view, the current situation had undoubtedly lowered her standing in her Lady’s eyes.
It was an unacceptable failure, an unforgivable act.
And Natsuba Hanae, having heard Tamamo-no-Mae’s words, had a general understanding of the overall situation.
Moreover, facing an Old God, a peak B-rank, it was understandable that Tamamo-no-Mae, who was only a mid-B-rank, could not defeat him.
As for punishing Tamamo-no-Mae…
Thinking of the so-called punishment, Natsuba Hanae’s expression became slightly unnatural.
Those punishments would probably be considered rewards by Tamamo-no-Mae.
These things could be dealt with later.
For now, she had to focus on the present, and also test the strength of this body.
Natsuba Hanae’s red, glass-like eyes shone brightly. Through the exquisite black mask, she looked at Kamishiro Naraku and the Old God.
So, let’s see what they’re made of, whether they’re worthy of fighting her.
Natsuba Hanae’s bare feet, her delicate toes adorned with crimson nails…
She walked step by step along the high wall, leaving behind bloody footprints of mist that would dissipate after a few seconds.
Until she reached the edge of the high wall.
A cruel, violent smile appeared on her lips.
Her originally red, glass-like pupils suddenly expanded and contracted for a moment, turning into a bloodthirsty, crimson glow.
“At this moment, it is…”
“—The time of the hunt!”
Natsuba Hanae’s toes pressed against the edge of the high wall, and a chaotic arc of lightning from the Old God flashed for a moment and disappeared.
She pushed off with her feet!
“Boom————————!!!!”
In an instant, the high wall centered on Natsuba Hanae’s feet shattered, leaving a huge hole, as if it had been hit by a cannonball.
And Natsuba Hanae herself, like a massive meteor falling from the sky, carried an immense, boundless power, burning with a brilliant, dazzling light.
She shot straight towards Kamishiro Naraku and the Old God!
Seeing this, Kamishiro Naraku, who had been in a state of shock from the other divine being coming to life, immediately came to his senses.
Looking at the terrifying, overwhelming attack…
He saw that the Old God was rapidly reaching Nightmare-level. If he interrupted it now, the Old God’s advancement might be halted.
So, he had to be the one to meet this attack.
He quickly recalled the four clones that were fighting Kamishiro Hime, and his rank returned to the critical point of peak B-rank.
A look of madness appeared in his pure black eyes.
“Even a god!”
“The aura she’s exuding now is A-rank, and I’m at the critical point of peak B-rank. I don’t believe I can’t withstand a single blow?!”
Kamishiro Naraku’s face contorted, and the supernatural beings and energy within his body rapidly circulated, greatly increasing the killing power of his attack.
His right arm transformed into a steel fist.
This was the fusion characteristic he had absorbed from a peak Calamity-level Steel Fist Ape King, a supernatural being known for its extreme strength.
In history, there had been a record of a peak Calamity-level Steel Fist Ape King killing an early-A-rank.
He channeled a large amount of supernatural energy into it, and the originally white steel fist gradually turned black.
And his legs transformed into spring-like hooves.
Not only that, but within his black robe, his body began to writhe violently again. Behind his original legs, two more horse-hoof legs emerged.
All four legs braced against the ground, desperately compressing, pushing the springs to their limit.
A creaking sound was heard.
And with Kamishiro Naraku as the center, under this extreme compression, the ground suddenly sank for a moment.
The abundant power flowing through his body…
Gave him the illusion that he could shatter the earth with a single punch, filling him with immense confidence.
He looked at the falling meteor, at the masked god, who was also throwing a punch, a black and red flame burning on her fist.
He was dismissive, his lips curling into a manic grin that reached his ears.
“Even an A-rank, even a god, will die under my fist!”
“Die!!!”
Kamishiro Naraku’s massive, black steel fist…
Slammed forward with fierce intensity!
And Natsuba Hanae, her fist pitifully small in comparison, also threw a punch.
However, when the two fists, one small and one large, collided…
Time seemed to stop for a moment.
“Crack… crack…”
The steel fist first made a soft, cracking sound. Kamishiro Naraku’s pupils trembled uncontrollably.
Then, time seemed to resume its flow.
“Boom————————!!!!!!”
A deafening roar, like the descent of the nine heavens’ divine thunder, shook the earth, and a massive explosion occurred.
With the two as the center, the ground suddenly sank, and countless stones, dust, and bodies were thrown into the air, bombarded by the shockwave from their collision.
An unparalleled circular shockwave swept outwards!
Kamishiro Naraku maintained his punching posture. In that moment of impact, he had felt the suffocating sensation of life and death, an unparalleled pressure.
Now, her figure was gone, likely turned to dust.
He gasped for breath, as if he had just survived a near-death experience, and then began to laugh.
“Ha…”
“Hahahahahaha…”
“Hahahahahahahahaha!”
“A god is nothing special!”
However, just then, Kamish-iro Naraku seemed to have lost feeling in his right arm. He looked to his right in a daze.
And found that his entire right side, including the steel fist, had vanished!
Not only that, but a black flame was burning at the wound, and he couldn’t control his body to heal.
And the god he had thought was turned to dust was standing there, holding his right arm. Her crimson eyes, filled with violence and a wicked amusement, her silver hair swaying, her lips parted in a wide, mocking smile as she looked at him.
“Well, do you want to play some more?”
Suddenly, Kamishiro Naraku’s pupils constricted, and an uncontrollable fear and absurdity surged within him.
“Gulp.”
He swallowed hard.
