Free Web NovelAt this moment, a staff officer of major general rank couldn't help but speak up:
"Master, with four major ports under attack simultaneously, our regular forces are simply insufficient."
"Moreover, the other side was clearly well-prepared this time, especially the Great Xia Kingdom, whose offensive was too fierce."
"If we don't mobilize the Kyoto garrison for support soon, I'm afraid..."
"support?"
Kujo Hiroharu interrupted him.
"What's the point of sending those ✧ NоvеIight ✧ (Original source) useless people in?"
The major general was taken aback, opened his mouth but dared not refute.
Kujo Hiroharu stood up and straightened his sleeves.
"Since the Great Xia Kingdom made the first move, even the Great Bear Kingdom and the Kimchi Kingdom want to get a share of the pie."
"Now it's our turn to make a move."
He turned to look at the shadows behind him.
"Pass on the order."
"Have Lords Chongwen Gumao and Qin Zeduoyilang set off immediately."
Hiroji Kujo walked to the floor-to-ceiling window and looked down at the brightly lit Tokyo city below.
“Chongwen Gu Mao went to Yungang.”
"Qin Zeduo is going to Nagato Port."
"As for those polar bears and the rats from South Korea..."
He paused, a cruel glint flashing in his eyes.
"Let the 'Red Demons' handle it."
A deep, resounding reply came from the shadows behind him.
"yes."
Kujo Hiroharu turned around, looked at the officers who were still in shock, and a disdainful smile appeared on his face.
"This is war."
"In the face of absolute power, quantity is meaningless."
"No matter how many of them there are, or how sophisticated their tactics are."
"In front of an SS-level powerhouse."
"They're nothing but a bunch of ants that you can crush with a flick of your wrist."
Hiroharu Kujo tapped his fingers lightly on the table, making a rhythmic "tap-tap" sound.
It's clear that he wasn't as calm as he appeared.
After a moment, Kujo Hiroharu seemed to have made up his mind.
He beckoned, and a trusted aide in black who had been waiting in the shadows immediately stepped forward, bowed, and put his ear close to Kujo Hiroharu's mouth.
"How are the preparations going with Aso?"
The confidant quickly lowered his voice and reported, "Returning home, lord, as you instructed, the 'body samples' captured from Osaka, Nagoya, and other regions have been successively transported into the city via underground transport lines."
“However...” the confidant paused, a fine layer of cold sweat beading on his forehead, “there are still some ‘original bodies’ on their way.”
"Recently, the remaining forces of the Ōmiya family have realized our purpose."
"They joined forces with several small, independent guilds and recklessly intercepted more than a dozen of our vans, even causing a chain-reaction car accident on the highway."
"Although the Red Oni guards who were responsible for escorting the convoy repelled them, the convoy was forced to change its route. It will probably take some time to get all the personnel back."
"Do we need more time?"
Kujo Hiroharu's fingers, which were tapping the table, suddenly stopped.
"But I can't wait any longer."
Kujo Hiroharu withdrew his gaze and gave a cold snort.
"Tell Aso to be on guard and not to make any mistakes."
"Take as many as you can and start the final 'preprocessing' immediately." ƒгeewёbnovel.com
After saying that, he ignored his confidant kneeling on the ground.
Instead, he turned to look at an elderly general with a full head of white hair who had been silent all along.
Yamamoto Ichiki, a living fossil of the Sakura National Army, is also the most loyal lackey of the Kujo family.
"Yamamoto-kun."
Kujo Hiroharu stood up and straightened his collar.
"This area is now entirely in your command."
"Next, I have more important things to do."
Upon hearing this, Yamamoto Ichiki's heart skipped a beat.
He naturally understood what Kujo Hiroharu meant.
More important things.
At a time when this country is on the verge of destruction, what could be more important than war?
There is only one answer.
That was the ancestor of the Kujo family, and also the supreme goddess in the mythology of the Sakura Kingdom—Amaterasu.
This means... that being is being resurrected ahead of schedule.
Yamamoto Ichiki took a deep breath, suppressing the turmoil in his heart.
He slowly stepped back and bowed deeply to Kujo Hiroharu, even more respectfully than usual, almost piously.
"Hai!"
"Please rest assured, Patriarch, as long as I have a breath left, the people of Great Xia will never set foot in Tokyo!" freeωebnovēl.c૦m
Hiroharu Kujo nodded in satisfaction, said no more nonsense, and led his guards away from the command center.
Watching Kujo Hiroji's departing figure, Yamamoto Ichiki straightened up, gazing at the war-torn land on the screen, a mad and cruel smile curling at the corner of his mouth.
"People of Great Xia...go ahead and make a ruckus."
"When that great one arrives, you will know what true despair is."
...
at the same time.
Tokyo-jo, Ashihara Ward.
This area was once a famous industrial district in Tokyo, but it was abandoned after an incident a few years ago. It is now deserted and overgrown with weeds.
However, tonight, the place is brightly lit and bustling with noise.
One after another, unmarked black vans drove into a vast, abandoned factory.
The screeching of brakes, the heavy thud of iron gates slamming together, and... the faint cries of someone crying out all mingled together.
"Hurry up! All of you, get down here!"
"Stop dawdling! Do you want to die?!"
A burly man with a menacing face brandished an electric baton and struck a middle-aged man who had just fallen out of the train carriage hard.
"Sizzle—"
A crackling sound rang out, and the middle-aged man let out a scream, his body convulsing as he collapsed to the ground. He dared not resist in the slightest, only curling up in fear.
Behind him, countless ordinary people with their hands bound were roughly forced off the vehicle like livestock to be slaughtered.
Among them were elderly people with white hair, infants still in swaddling clothes, and mostly young and middle-aged men and women.
Despair and terror were written on everyone's face. Their mouths were sealed shut with tape, and they could only make whimpering sounds.
The main gate of the inner factory building was suddenly flung open.
A nauseating stench of sweat mixed with mold hit me.
The huge factory building was now packed with people.
They were carelessly abandoned on the cold cement floor, their hands and feet bound by specially made restraints, making it impossible for them to even move.
Looking out, it was a dark, dense mass, like a painting of hell.
"Tsk tsk tsk, this batch of goods is of pretty good quality."
The man in charge of guarding this area was a man with a mohawk and a hideous scar on his face.
His name is Tanaka, and he is a vicious dog kept by the Kujo family. His favorite pastime is bullying men and women.
He was sitting on a pile of wooden crates, toying with a sharp dagger in his hand, his gaze sweeping across the crowd with unbridled audacity.
Looking at the trembling crowd, Tanaka grinned menacingly and licked his chapped lips.
"Everyone, please don't blame me for being ruthless."
"This is all Lord Hongzhi's idea."
"Being able to become part of that person's plan is a blessing you've earned over many lifetimes."
