The Noble Phantasm That Shouldn't Have Been Unleashed / Shirou, Kamakura's Star

The horse-headed, loli-voiced Grim Reaper leaped high into the air, wielding a long-handled scythe, and began to fight the terrifying demon. Even though she was a Grim Reaper, she was still forced to retreat by the demon's immense strength!

"Enough already!! Why! Why! Why would a bodhisattva from the temple go berserk and cause trouble?!" the Horse-Head Death God shouted.

Her Grim Reaper's scythe, specifically designed to ward off vengeful spirits, could have easily swept them away. However, due to the Buddha- Buddha-nature inherent in the Bodhisattva statue, its effect was negated, leaving her only able to engage in hand-to-hand combat with the evil spirits. The blade of the scythe clashed violently with the stone statue, sparks flying.

The other Vengeful Spirit Baby, not daring to face Death alone, grinned grotesquely and turned their gazes to others. These Oni infants were no longer living beings, but monsters that remained in the world driven by resentment and some kind of instinct. They instinctively approached young women, wanting to burrow into their wombs and be reborn.

Humans and ghosts are on different paths, which is impossible. On the contrary, the person possessed by the Oni infant will suffer from the yin energy and their health will deteriorate. The Oni infant, because of its evil deeds, will also be unable to enter the underworld to be reincarnated, which will only result in a double tragedy.

If the victim is a pregnant woman or a child under four or five years old, the Oni infant may harm or even kill people out of jealousy. This is a vengeful spirit; they are remnants that can only act on resentment and anger.

"Waaaah! Those vengeful spirits are coming! Old man! Don't come in! I can't give birth anymore!" Proprietress innkeeper cried out, clutching the hem of her kimono.

"Calm down, old woman! Go! Go!" Boss Niu raised a wooden plank to block the attack of the Vengeful Spirit Baby.

The purple Oni infant spirit, driven away, called its companions and flew back together, grinning maliciously as it tormented the people nearby and chased them as they fled.

"Waaaaah!" The Baby Vengeful Spirit opened its mouth, suddenly sensed something, and flew towards the very fragrant Mashiro.

"What on earth is going on?" Shirou casually swatted away the vengeful spirit that flew towards him. In places like Kamakura, humans and yokai have long lived in harmony. There shouldn't be such a destructive evil spirit appearing out of nowhere.

"Ah, it's the Explosion Head Uncle." Mashiro spotted the man with the afro crouching down, trying to sneak away unnoticed. Behind him was a Fat Director carrying a camera.

"What's that liar doing here? Did you cause all this trouble?" Shirou frowned and asked, looking at the other man.

"I'm not lying! It's just for the sake of the show!" the Explosion Head Uncle shouted reflexively as he turned around.

"Waaaaah!!" Upon hearing the sound, the vengeful spirits all drifted towards the Explosion Head Uncle, as if he possessed something important.

"Damn it! Evil spirit, begone!!" The Explosion Head Uncle quickly stood up, grabbed the Buddhist prayer beads around his neck, and drove away the Baby Vengeful Spirit that was attacking him.

"This isn't the time to talk about this! It's all your fault for insisting on stealing that monster's stuff, so you got chased all the way here!" The Fat Director next to him said, sweating profusely, with a hint of annoyance.

"Ah! Aren't you the handsome man and beautiful woman we met the other day!" Only then did the Fat Director see Shirou and Mashiro's faces clearly. Because their demeanor was different from ordinary people, he quickly remembered them.

Back then, Shirou had warned them not to mess around too much with the House of Dolls. But he believed the afro-haired guy's nonsense and put on some show about lonely girl ghost haunting the place, which is why he's ended up like this now.

If I had known this would happen,

The Fat Director had a sudden inspiration, looked up at Shirou and Mashiro's faces, and felt that there was more and more potential in the story.

"Hey, it's dangerous here. Come with me and let's go film a show! You two have the potential to become top-tier TV stars. As long as the show is successful, we can discuss the pay and benefits." The Fat Director said, trying to recruit Shirou and Mashiro.

"Hey! You fatso! Are you trying to kick me while I'm down? Aren't you going to film the show about the underworld anymore?" the Explosion Head Uncle said angrily.

The Fat Director yelled, "Shut up! Afro! If it weren't for your recklessness, you'd be incompetent! You even tried to steal from the Buddha statue, causing me to be chased by a female ghost all this way, almost to my death! If you want to go to the underworld so badly, why don't you turn back! You'd be dead already! Wouldn't it be faster to get to the underworld then?"

"Now that we're in Kamakura, aren't there some experts who've stopped that Kishimojin for us?!" the Explosion Head Uncle retorted loudly.

"..." Everyone looked at the Explosion Head Uncle with disdain.

"Although I don't know the details, there's no doubt that this situation is your doing." Shirou looked at the two irresponsible media people who were not only distorting the facts and turning Alice's house into a haunted house, but now they were stealing things and attracting such a monster. What were they trying to do?!

Fortunately, the Loli-voiced Death God with a Horse Head is quite strong; otherwise, given that monster's power, she would have torn the entire street apart.

Just as he thought of this, a scream came from the other side, Horse-Head Death God was smashed to the ground, rolling all the way to Shirou's feet.

Chapter 869 The Noble Phantasm That Shouldn't Have Been Activated

The Grim Reaper with the horse's head lay motionless on the ground, like a dead horse.

"Look! The expert you mentioned got knocked down! You're not reliable at all!" the Fat Director yelled, pointing at the Explosion Head Uncle.

"Uh... Death Gods are supposed to be really strong, I didn't expect the statue corrupted by vengeful spirits to be this powerful..." The Explosion Head Uncle, feeling guilty, didn't dare to refute, and could only complain instead, "Wasn't it supposed to be Death God? How come it's so weak? Is it dead?"

"Wait a minute! I'm not dead yet!" Horse-Head Death God suddenly grabbed the Explosion Head Uncle's foot and said.

"Ugh! It's come back to life!" the Explosion Head Uncle screamed in agony.

"Miss Shinigami?... Are you alright?" Shirou asked worriedly, looking at the Horse-Head Death God on the ground.

"Whoa!! That human guy over there looks really strong, come help!" The Horse-Head Death God Grim Reaper sprang to his feet and said to Shirou.

"No matter what I say, I can't compare to the Goddess," Shirou said, waving his hand.

"No! Don't lie to me! We Shinigami are equipped with detectors for spiritual abilities. An ordinary person's spiritual ability is five! That guy with the afro is 250, but you and your girlfriend are both over five figures, immeasurable!" The Horse-Head Death God shouted, pointing at Shirou.

"Eh? Just so you know, I won't turn into a monkey when I see the moon, nor will I undergo multiple transformations," Shirou clarified.

"No need! Just help me!" the Horse-Head Death God Reaper roared furiously.

"If you've helped, please grant me an interview afterwards," Mashiro suggested as she approached.

"Hey~!" Shirou glared at the girl, annoyed.

"Eh? An interview? Girlfriend-san, what are you doing?" The horse-headed Mashiro Miss Shinigami asked Mashiro in surprise.

"I'm just a cartoonist who's passing through!" Mashiro said Mashiro.

"Eh?! A cartoonist? You want to interview me? Are you going to draw a comic based on me? Like an adventure story between Grim Reapers or something? I'm so shy~!" The horse-headed Miss Shinigami blushed, spreading her arms but still couldn't hide her long horse face.

"Roar!!" At this moment, the Kishimojin, no longer hindered by the Grim Reaper, began to pounce on the Explosion Head Uncle.

"Ahhh! Help! Shirou! Little Sister Mashiro!" The Explosion Head Uncle could handle the vengeful Oni infant, but he was no match for the Demon Mother, who was empowered by the Bodhisattva stone statue. He could only run for his life.

Mashiro ignored the cries for help and looked towards the Miss Shinigami to see how she would respond.

"Sure! So hurry up and help! If someone dies, it will affect my performance evaluation, so please suppress that rampaging Buddha statue as soon as possible!" Miss Shinigami agreed.

"Shirou!" Mashiro looked at the man with expectant eyes.

"I know! I know! Mashiro! Be careful!" Shirou replied helplessly, Projection a longbow with his left hand and an arrow that Projection been enhanced and modified into a sword shape with his right.

Shirou drew his bow and fired a rapid series of arrows. The arrowheads gleamed with a holy light as they flew toward the vengeful Oni infant, piercing their skulls and turning them into black mist.

"Waaah!!" The Oni infants were terrified by the exorcising arrows and tried to run away.

But it was all in vain. Before the arrow was even released, it was already destined to hit the target and shatter it into black mist.

"Wow, that's strong! Okay! I'm going!!" The Horse-Head Death God rolled up his sleeves, summoned his scythe again, and charged towards the Kishimojin.

"Aaaaah!!" The Kishimojin let out a terrible wail as she watched her children being killed one after another. Hearing the sound, the Oni infants stopped moving, flew back towards their mother, and merged into the Kishimojin's belly.

"What? What kind of move is that?" The horse-headed Miss Shinigami blinked, staring blankly at the Kishimojin whose spiritual power was constantly increasing.

"Uwaaaaah!!" Bubbles swelled up all over the Demon Mother's body, growing bigger and bigger, and five hundred purple Baby Vengeful Spirits emerged from them, crying out in unison!

"I... I have trypophobia!" After saying this, the horse-headed female Grim Reaper fainted.

"Hey! No way!" Shirou exclaimed helplessly, but the horse-headed female reaper was already lying on the ground, motionless.

"Waaaaah!!" The berserk Kishimojin charged towards them.

"Really..." Shirou said helplessly. He didn't want to use that move. But now that the Horse-Head Death God had fainted, only he could protect this place. Kishimojin) originated from an ancient Indian tribe with cannibalistic customs, and was formed from an evil deity.

In fact, religious beliefs have a long history. For example, Confucianism originated from ancient sacrificial activities. Christianity, on the other hand, was born from Jesus' reformation of Judaism, was suppressed by Judaism, and then rose to prominence in the Roman Empire.

Islam, on the other hand, is a religion established by Muhammad and others, who absorbed the scriptures of Judaism and Christianity, and based it on the Quran.

Christianity later split into the Catholic Church in the Roman Empire and the Eastern Orthodox Church in the Eastern Roman Empire due to the Orthodox Church of the Roman Empire. Protestantism arose from the resistance of religious reformers such as Martin Luther against the corruption of Catholicism, including the sale of indulgences and the monopolization of the right to interpret the Bible.

The same applies to Buddhism. Whether it is the Buddhist deities that have become localized in China, Japan, or India, the deities that originated from Buddhism itself all come from the more ancient pan -Hinduism. In Hinduism, which is composed of many sects, besides the Trinity, the most powerful is Indra, also known as Indra, the King of Gods, the God of Thunder, and the God of War.

"The basic structure is revealed..." Lightning crackled in Shirou's hand, and the Noble Phantasm, which he had imagined in his Inner World, gradually took shape in his hand.

"Projection (trace) - Begin! Originating from the power of God of Thunder! The Heavenly Emperor! Indra! Shakyamuni, Deva, and Indra..."

In Shirou's hand, he grasped a golden magical weapon, a golden staff with pointed ends and a handle encircled by twelve sword blades...

If it's a true divine artifact from the supreme god Indra, Shirou doesn't have enough magical power to replicate it now. However, if it's Noble Phantasm of Servant, there's still a way to try and find a way.

Shirou's Projection is actually the power of Minamoto no Raikō, the reincarnation of the Ox-Headed God, wielding a divine weapon of thunder. Because of the residual world power of the white god, it transcends the limitations between humans and gods, Projection a divine weapon.

"Waaaaah!!" The Demon Mother, leading five hundred vengeful Oni infants, charged towards Shirou. The Black Mist transformed into spider-like tentacles, crushing the ground. Mashiro was right behind him.

"Go! Shakra, Vajra!!" Shirou hurled his golden, lightning-infused vajra at the Kishimojin.

A golden beam of lightning struck the enormous monster, the Kishimojin, and in an instant, the entire street was engulfed in lightning.

Chapter 870 Shirou, the Star of Kamakura

After the intense lightning subsided, only a standing stone statue remained on the path where the Demon Mother had charged, with lingering electric snakes still visible on it, but no trace of any vengeful spirit remained.

The straight road was also very clean, because the storm generated by the impact had blown the dust and garbage far away.

Shirou clasped his hands together and bowed before the Bodhisattva stone statue, as a way of offering sacrifices to the poor, vengeful spirits who had been purified, wishing them a good life in the cycle of reincarnation.

At this moment, whether it was the pedestrians outside, the criminal police officers who came to solve the case, or the ghost couple being escorted, they were all staring blankly at that direction, still unable to recover from the shock. The Explosion Head Uncle was so frightened that he sat down on the ground.

"Wow! That's amazing!! Reporting to headquarters, the problem has been perfectly solved by me, you don't need to send anyone over." Miss Shinigami said coolly to the badge.

"..." Mashiro looked at the horse-headed Miss Shinigami, without saying a word.

Miss Shinigami felt a little guilty under his gaze. Suddenly, she shuddered, opened her horse-like mouth, and bit her finger, thinking with lingering fear, "What if I accidentally let something slip and he stole the credit?!... What if I fell for that trick..."

"Miss Shiina? You don't actually possess such power?" The horse-headed Miss Shinigami asked Mashiro, her heart pounding, as she saw Mashiro standing calmly to the side.

"Hmm?" Mashiro tilted her head.

Seeing Mashiro and bewildered expression, the Horse-Headed Miss Shinigami almost collapsed, and said with a sarcastic tone, "So you're just expressionless!! Is that so? Then you're just naturally gifted at attracting spirits. But with such a powerful spirit protecting you, nothing should happen."

An excited scream erupted from the crowd, and everyone swarmed towards Shirou in the middle of the street.

"Wow! That was so cool! How did they do that? Were they filming a movie?"

"Upon closer inspection, he's really handsome! Is he a celebrity?"

"Hey handsome! Are you an artist from somewhere? When is your movie coming out? I'll support you, how about we follow each other on Instagram?"

"No... wait!" Shirou wanted to explain, but he didn't know how, and was surrounded by a group of Kamakura people.

Some tourists even took out their phones, seemingly wanting to record Shirou and upload the video online.

"Wait! Don't take pictures!" Miss Shinigami, with her horse-headed figure, stepped forward and stopped the group.

Although Kamakura has coexisted peacefully with the yokai, the specifics of their work in the underworld are still kept secret from outsiders. However, because the previous Kishimojin possessed such powerful energy and had merged with a physical stone statue, she directly affected the energy field of the human world, achieving physical interference, and thus even ordinary people were drawn into it.

The greater the energy of a monster, the closer it is to a physical form, and the easier it is for humans to see it.

The previous battles, and the various situations that occurred, looked like a scene from a TV drama to ordinary people. In particular, Shirou's decisiveness and coolness in the battle were genuine, which immediately won him countless fans and directly led to Shirou being surrounded.

"Wow! He's even more handsome up close!"

"Please give me your autograph!"

"Please take a photo with us!"

"Make way! Make way! Whoaah!" The horse-headed Miss Shinigami walked into the crowd, trying to pull Shirou out, but was instead pushed out by the crowd and bumped into a young man on the side.

"Ugh, disgusting horse-headed man, please don't come any closer. Forget about taking a photo with me." A young man waved his hand dismissively at Miss Shinigami, as if shooing away an insect.

"What... disgusting... disgusting?" The horse-headed Miss Shinigami's mouth gaped open, as if she had been struck by a heavy blow.

"Are you alright?" Mashiro stepped forward, patted the Miss Shinigami on the back, and comforted her.

At this moment, three detectives stepped forward.

"Alright, alright! We're the police! Please make way!"

"Please do not disturb the peace and order of the street, and please cooperate with our work!"

"Hey! I haven't even touched the real person yet!" someone on the outside complained.

However, the police were quite effective; the crowd obediently dispersed. Indeed, for humans in the human realm, it is still necessary to use human police to mediate.

However, her eyes remained fixed on Shirou, looking reluctant to leave, and she showed no intention of departing. Shirou could only force a smile, facing the gazes of so many people.

"Thank you, you were a great help just now," Shirou said, thanking the police officers.

"No, that's all we can do. What we do next is up to the public." The police inspector said helplessly, looking at the crowd staring at them.

"This isn't going to be easy, is it? It might even make the news. I wonder if they'll come to interview me? If only they'd made me look more handsome," the young detective said coolly, resting his chin on his hand.

"Idiot! If this gets out, we'll definitely be criticized for failing to protect public order, and we'll all be punished!" The middle-aged detective warned his subordinate in a low voice, clearly annoyed.

"Huh?" The young detective froze.

The middle-aged detective said grimly in the young man's ear, "Imagine this: if you get disciplined, the next thirty years of your life will be bleak. You'll be doing the work of the whole shift, but only getting a detective's salary, and your rank will always be deputy."

"No! No! It's terrifying! That kind of life is too horrible!" The young detective cried out in despair, as if he had heard the most terrifying ghost story.

"Then we'll have to sacrifice Shirou. Let's all stick to the same story and say it's a secretly produced movie," the inspector said, exchanging glances.

"Huh? Why is this happening?" Shirou protested.

However, given what has happened, this may indeed be the best way to handle it.

"Please! Shirou! It's all for the sake of social stability!" The inspector and the middle-aged detective pressed down on Shirou's shoulders, pleading with him.