Demon Hunter and His Cabin
Chapter 661 - Chapter 661 Chapter 563 The True Everworld (2)_2

Chapter 661: Chapter 563: The True Everworld (2)_2 Chapter 661: Chapter 563: The True Everworld (2)_2 “That’s because the sacrifice wasn’t you!”

Ishii Mitsugu’s voice trembled, “Think about your brother, think about your sister…”

“It was their sacrifices that earned you everything you have today!”

“And you? My father!”

Ishii Shinichi sneered.

“What exactly have you given?!”

“This rebellious son!”

Ishii Mitsugu bellowed, kicking out without holding back any of his power. The anger caused his aura to surge impressively.

Ishii Shinichi was at the peak of the Third Tier, and under normal circumstances, he would have been seriously injured by Ishii Mitsugu’s attack!

Whirr!

But at that moment, a dense series of cracks resounded from Ishii Shinichi’s bones. Facing Ishii Mitsugu’s attack, he didn’t dodge or evade, instead choosing to raise his arm to block.

Thump!

A terrifying wave of Spiritual Power swept through the entire room, instantly shredding the surrounding tables, chairs, and screens. But Ishii Shinichi, who should have suffered a serious injury, merely staggered slightly before stabilizing himself.

Ishii Mitsugu’s face changed, and he stopped his attack, looking in horror at his son who had knelt before him.

In that moment, he sensed another presence in the familiar face before him, a presence that was both familiar and foreign.

“Taro… Taro?!”

“How is this possible?”

“What have you done to your own brother?”

Ishii Mitsugu roared.

Another face faintly emerged on Ishii Shinichi’s face, but the fluctuation of aura soon returned to normal, and he slowly stood up, patting the wood dust off his body.

“My father, when you handed my brother over to the people of the Ran’ei Shrine back then, wasn’t it for this very day?”

He spread his hands.

“Now how good is this, with the help of Aian San, your two sons can both be here at the same time.”

“You… you all…”

Ishii Mitsugu shook his head, “You don’t understand what happened back then.” Ishii Mitsugu was in agony.

“Don’t understand?”

“You think I’m stupid?” Ishii Shinichi laughed wildly.

“His aptitude was better than mine, so you chose to sacrifice me, to hand me over to the people of the Ran’ei Shrine!”

“Ha ha!”

“I also thought I was finished, but that idiot chose to replace me, to enter the Ran’ei Shrine in my place.”

“My father, Ishii Taro really had issues in his head, thinking that joining the Ran’ei Shrine would offer him better opportunities for development.”

“Ha ha, but what happened? Now I have obtained his power and taken a big step beyond it. In no time at all, the Ishii Family will once again relive its former glory under my leadership.”

“The Sand Centipede will also strike terror into everyone who hears of it!”

Ishii Mitsugu’s body trembled. Everything had completely slipped out of his control, and the ambitions of his youth had burnt out with the passage of time.

And what was left for him now was nothing but absurdity.

“Father, I’m going to shut down the Onmyoji Array now, will you join me?”

Ishii Shinichi asked in a deep voice.

Ishii Mitsugu didn’t respond, but shook his head and picked up Ishii Satomi from the ground, turning to leave.

“Hmph hmph.”

Ishii Shinichi scratched his neck, a hint of scorn on his face, “It’s because of indecisive fools like you that the Ishii Family has fallen to this state.”

“But from today onward, the Sand Centipede shall rise!”

Saying so, he strode out, but what Ishii Shinichi didn’t know was that on the back of his neck, where he had just scratched, a tortuous trail of blood had formed into a bizarre human face.

…

Roger followed the centipede crawling on the ground, silently crossing from the shadows of the dark street, and not long after, when he stopped, he found himself in a place all too familiar.

Through the faint membrane, he saw the Black Tower not far away; at that moment, the centipedes on the ground propped up their bodies, shooting yellow light from their egg-like swellings.

The light pierced through the sand, and a path appeared before him.

Roger, without a word, followed the centipede in and continued forward. Then he heard the delicate rustling sound. Scanning his surroundings, Roger found that from all directions, many centipedes of the same size were swarming toward the location of the Black Tower.

“These creatures…”

Once they reached the vicinity of the Black Tower, the centipedes halted. They formed a circle, their yellow swellings pressed tightly together, the sight alone was enough to send shivers down one’s spine.

Clearly, this was not their final destination.

Just then, Roger’s shadow shifted slightly, followed by a voice that rose from the bottom of his heart.

“Master, the situation has changed, and there are things I must inform you of immediately,”

Uma then recounted everything that had happened in the Oasis room to Roger.

The more Roger listened, the more alarmed he became. He had thought it was just a chance discovery that Aian San and the Ishii Family were involved or perhaps secretly in contact.

But now, through Uma’s narrative, Roger realized that the cooperation between the Ishii Family and the Ran’ei Shrine had lasted for at least 20 years.

Roger did not know the initial cause, but in his view, it was nothing more than threats combined with temptations. It was said that the Sword Master Cold Crow hadn’t engaged in formal combat for nearly 20 years.

Considering the timeline, perhaps something had happened 20 years ago that led the Sword Pavilion and other schools under the Sword Master Cold Crow’s command to sense a crisis.

And then there was the lure of longevity.

A longer life, stronger power; nobody would refuse such things.

Now it seemed that the Ran’ei Shrine had initiated research on prolonging life much earlier than the Sword Master Cold Crow.

This was understandable since Ran’ei Shrine had the backing of Tengu Shrine, with its ancient heritage. As one of the three major shrines, its profound depth was unparalleled.

It was not something newer powers like Sword Master Cold Crow could compare to.

It was even quite possible that similar research had been ongoing for many years, naturally far outstripping the progress of Sword Master Cold Crow.

Although Roger did not understand the principles involved, from what he had learned so far, the methods adopted by Ran’ei Shrine were apparently not aboveboard, steeped in bloodshed.

But when it comes to such matters, methods are sometimes unimportant.

What matters are the results.

“Once they disable the Onmyoji Array around the city, that Aian San will likely meet with others and head to the room you were in before, Master,”

Uma spoke rapidly.

“Inside the Oasis, not counting the other forces of the Ishii Family, there are at least four Third Tier combatants…”

“Master, are you going back?”

“Go back? Of course, I have to go back!”

Roger said without hesitation. His interactions along the way had left him with a favorable impression of Yuuki Nao, and he wouldn’t stand idly by if he could help.

Of course, the most important was Aian San.

He had clearly been discovered upon entering the Oasis, and the arrangements that followed, especially the special services provided by Ishii Satomi…

If Roger had been muddle-headed and accepted everything as presented.

He quickly thought of the man’s pitiful state; it would be better to kill him than to have an abomination of worms twist inside his body.

Humming!

Lost in thought, a piercing sound suddenly came from the sky above the city. Roger looked up, and through the sand shrouding the Black Tower, he saw a hole ripping open in the sky above the city.

The hole grew larger, and it seemed as if a gigantic hand that could blot out the sky was tearing at the edge of the hole.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!

Black smoke billowed, reminding Roger of the energy he had encountered in reality with Prajna.

Many twisted creatures emerged from the gaping hole, and at the same time, in the city’s streets, in those dark corners, those deserted courtyards.

Things that had been concealed by the vitality and lay hidden came out one after another.

Most of them were intangible; they seemed to be pure dark energy.

Not far away, Roger watched a twisted creature burrow into a building, and soon heavy panting was heard from inside the room.

Then a head as large as a millstone squeezed out of the narrow window.

In more distant places, all sorts of invasions unfolded.

Roger took a deep breath.

“Perhaps, this is what the real Everworld truly is!”