Demon Hunter and His Cabin
Chapter 663 - Chapter 663 Chapter 564 Monsterization (3)_2

Chapter 663: Chapter 564: Monsterization (3)_2 Chapter 663: Chapter 564: Monsterization (3)_2 “No good!”

“There’s trouble with the Onmyoji Array!”

Yuuki Nao’s complexion drastically changed, and at that moment, she suddenly saw a figure emerge from the edge of the courtyard wall.

“Ishii Shinichi?”

Without considering anything else, Yuuki Nao quickly walked forward, “There’s trouble with the Onmyoji Array, hurry, take me to see Lord Ishii!”

“It’s the middle of the night right now, we must find a way to repair the damaged Onmyoji Array as quickly as possible, or else…” Yuuki Nao was speaking when she abruptly stopped.

She saw deep malice on Ishii Shinichi’s face.

At the same time, the sound of the earth being turned over came from behind her, and two presences not weaker than hers firmly locked onto Yuuki Nao.

“Do you know what you’re doing?”

Yuuki Nao said coldly.

Ishii Shinichi twisted his thick neck; he felt an increasing itch behind his neck and couldn’t help but reach back and give it a fierce scratch.

Tearing off the disguise on his face, he fully exposed his true self.

“I’m not clear on what I’m doing right now.”

“Heh heh.”

Ishii Shinichi greedily eyed Yuuki Nao, “But do I know what I’m going to do in a while?”

The moment his words fell, a dark radiance suddenly flashed through the pitch-black night sky, followed by a muffled grunt, and a figure in midair was struck down, falling to the ground.

Ishii Shinichi’s face changed, and he looked intently at the ground, where the pale-faced Yuuki Nao appeared.

“Fool!”

“Has your brain been influenced by that guy Ishii Taro?”

The silhouette of Aian San slowly emerged in the pitch-black night sky.

Clearly, the one who had been conversing with Ishii Shinichi here was not Yuuki Nao herself. Had it not been for Aian San hiding in the darkness, by now she might have found the opportunity to break out.

“You dare to deceive me!”

The bloodstains on the back of Ishii Shinichi’s neck deepened, and with a roar, he charged forth, while at the same time, a Centipede Iron Guard emerged from the room behind them.

“There’s nobody inside.”

With a hoarse voice, “No one, how’s that possible?”

Aian San’s expression shifted slightly, and the next second he rushed into the room like a whirlwind. Soon he walked out with a gloomy face.

“Where is he?” Aian San shouted sternly.

“I won’t tell you.”

Yuuki Nao fluttered through the courtyard like a butterfly, her speed not fast, but Ishii Shinichi’s attacks could never hit her.

After several shifts in position, Yuuki Nao’s form paused slightly, and immediately after, she made a Seal Gesture with both hands, and frost burst out from six directions in the courtyard.

[Ice Lotus]

Crack crack crack!

The surrounding temperature plummeted, a series of brittle sounds rang out, and then the six bursts of frost revealed several more figures.

As the snowflakes scattered in the air, and the visibility around returned to normal, there were now seven Yuuki Naos in the field.

“Illusion Technique?”

“Or are they truly there?”

“This is better, more people make it more fun to play!”

Ishii Shinichi’s shoulders trembled, the bones under the skin of his right arm extended forward, and his arm length soon increased by more than double, allowing him to reach the ground with a slight stoop of his arm.

The transformation continued, black tendons spread all over his body, and Ishii Shinichi bellowed as he tore off his clothes. Behind his neck, a red centipede as thick as an adult’s thigh wriggled out.

That was his Guardian Spirit, Sand Centipede.

“Ah!”

At that moment, Ishii Shinichi suddenly let out a scream, his Guardian Spirit uncontrollably burrowed into his neck, flesh flew, and half of the creature’s body had already penetrated Ishii Shinichi’s own body.

The changes on Ishii Shinichi’s body continued, yet there was someone who was even more desperate than him.

The broad wings spread open, almost instantaneously eclipsing the bright moon in the sky, as Aian San descended with terrifying force.

“Tell me, where did he go?”

A longsword covered with black feathers appeared in Aian San’s hand, and in an instant, the entire courtyard was engulfed in the fierce light of the sword.

Against this indiscriminate assault, Yuuki Nao’s multiple clones seemed utterly futile; three of them instantly burst apart, scattering into debris.

Aian San raised the weapon in his hand, but at that moment, he keenly sensed something odd, retracted his spiritual power, and forced himself to stabilize from his furious emotions.

The decorations in the courtyard were in shambles, destroyed by Aian San’s spiritual power; the central cherry blossom tree was slashed in half, its abundant blossoms strewn across the ground, and beneath the tree, a Centipede Iron Guard knelt, clutching his chest.

The ghastly sword wound almost completely pierced through him, and around the wound, countless tiny centipedes burrowed in and out.

The poisonous gas emanating from the guardian spirit of the Centipede Iron Guard drained the vitality from the cherry blossom tree, and Aian San knew he had still been influenced by Yuuki Nao’s illusion technique, even in his uncontrolled state.

“Thin Ice Butterfly…”

Aian San snorted coldly; immediately after, his spiritual power shot up dramatically, and at the same time, a Crow Tengu that blotted out the sky slowly emerged from the shadows behind him.

Harsh screeching followed by a series of explosions, and in the swirling ice fragments, only one figure remained.

Yuuki Nao swiftly retreated backward, desperately trying to escape the Crow Tengu’s range of attack, until she reached the edge of the house, her foot half-stepping into the room.

“Snap!”

A warm hand landed on her shoulder, blocking Yuuki Nao’s retreat.

Her body stiffened slightly, followed by a familiar voice that rang by her ear.

“Your guardian spirit is much more powerful than I imagined,” Roger said with a light chuckle.

“Hurry up, get out of here, and inform Lord Kensumi about the changes that have happened here!”

Without any concern for her safety, Yuuki Nao urged urgently.

“Is it you?!”

Aian San descended from the sky, his face lit with surprise.

And then, a muffled roar sounded from behind him.

“Boom!”

After the thundering crash, a bulky figure with black and yellow patterns leaped in front of Aian San.

“Heh heh, where did you hide just now?”

Ishii Shinichi asked, tilting his head and casting a malicious glance at Yuuki Nao’s swaying skirt hem.

At that moment, Ishii Shinichi retained only a vague human appearance; his originally short and stocky figure had grown by several tens of centimeters, his exposed upper body draped with egg-sized scales.

His right hand nearly touched the ground; no, it could no longer be called an arm, resembling instead a wriggling centipede.

The two arms fused at the shoulder, even forcibly squeezing his head to one side, the original form of the arms lost.

Roger even wondered if the thing that replaced his two arms was a completely independent creature!

Turning his head slightly, Ishii Shinichi showed his other half face–a hideous, flattened ball of flesh.

Only half of his face still retained his former features, the other half, including the back of his head, resembled the creature Roger once encountered.

The one called Ishii Taro.

A look of disgust flashed across Aian San’s face, but at this moment, Ishii Shinichi was brimming with inexplicable excitement.

“Lord Aian San, this feeling is amazing, so this is what being powerful feels like!”

“This is monsterization!”

As he spoke, Ishii Shinichi’s eyes diverged, his hazel eyeballs rolling wildly; then he slapped the ground with his right hand, his body sprang up agilely and extended in mid-air, looming above, ready to pounce on Roger.

“Respected White Wolf, let me hear if the screams of a Sword Pavilion envoy have a more pleasing sound?”

Roger quickly patted Yuuki Nao, helping her out of Ishii Shinichi’s attack range, a voice entering her ear.

“Take care of yourself.”

Then Roger took a large step forward, rushing to meet Ishii Shinichi’s attack head-on, while with a flick of his wrist, the gleaming metallic Sword of Destiny landed in his hand.

Roger ignored Ishii Shinichi’s savage attacks, his gaze locked on Aian San not far away.

“You destroyed Senka’s sword, so use yours to compensate!”