The Power of the Wife-Stealing Demon King (Continued)

At that moment, a swift sword light flew up from below. The little girl with red hair and a red robe, wielding a samurai sword, blocked the Demon King's greatsword from below. Although she was petite, she was invincible!

"Little brat! Who are you?!" The Ghost King shouted, his eyes filled with barely suppressed rage.

"Put down your butcher's knife and turn back before it's too late, Yū Oni King. You have committed a grave crime by interfering in the affairs of the human world! If this continues, you will never be able to be reincarnated," the Enma-tei said to the Ghost King.

"Hahahaha! I wondered who it was, but it's just the judge of the underworld. He usually hides in the underworld and doesn't dare to come down, so why did he suddenly come to the underworld today?" The Ghost King laughed mockingly.

"Hell is a place to give you unruly evil spirits time to reflect and a chance to reform; it's not something we should interfere with," the Enma-tei continued to admonish.

"It is said that a dying person speaks good words; but you evil spirits have lacked humanity for too long, so even in death you cannot distinguish right from wrong, which is very sad. But even so, the underworld has no intention of abandoning you; it is the mercy of King of Hell and Ksitigarbha for you."

"Huh? What nonsense are you talking about! It's clearly because you're not strong enough to deal with the entire hell, isn't it? That old man Ksitigarbha is still thinking about clearing out hell and becoming a Buddha! He just wants all of us ghosts to die." The Ghost King laughed and cursed.

The Enma-tei sighed helplessly and said, "You still won't listen... You evil spirits have been indulging your desires without any restraint. Your hearts have been lost. You only know how to rob and plunder, but you don't understand production or environmental protection. You constantly attack the weak and kill without end. Sooner or later, you will be eaten by stronger demons. In that case, there will truly be no chance for you to change."

The Ghost King laughed loudly and said, "Hahahaha!! Little brat, I thought you were going to say something. As long as I'm stronger than any other ghost, that's enough! Roar! Yes! Kill all those who get in my way!"

"Shut up! He's just a bit bigger, nothing to be afraid of. Kill him!" At that moment, the samurai girl Tsuna, carrying her treasured sword, charged forward as the second to arrive.

"Let's try chopping with the axe first and see what happens!" Kintoki instantly increased the energy in his body, his muscles bulging, wanting to unleash a Noble Phantasm.

At this moment, the Ghost King's energy suddenly surged wildly, his whole body bursting with golden aura, covering him in magnificent scales, and his body became extremely agile. He raised his hand and slashed at the two people rushing towards him.

"Uwaaaaaah!!!"

Tsuna and Kintoki, who were charging at the front, were actually cleaved away by the Demon King's greatsword and crashed into a distant stone wall, shattering the rocks on their backs and causing them to cave in.

The archer, Urabu no Suetake, carrying divine magical energy, fired an arrow aimed at the Demon King's right eye at high speed. However, it stopped just before reaching the Demon King. Then, the white light dissipated, and the arrow returned to its ordinary form, falling to the ground.

"How could this be?!" The archer woman from a priestly family, Urabu no Suetake, was astonished as she sensed the demon king's changed aura. The more she sensed it, the more surprised she became. "Be careful! The aura is so strange? This demon has a mixture of Servant aura... no, it's not Servant, it's more evil, more brutal, and hysterically insane. Is it Anti-Heroic Spirit? No... it seems like something special has been mixed in. The Shintoism magic seems to be suppressed?"

At this moment, Minamoto no Raikō and the woman with the gun Usui no Sadamitsu, arrived one after the other in front of the Demon King and delivered a heavy blow.

But! Just before the weapon's tip touched the Demon King.

Boom!!! Golden bodies suddenly emerged from the Ghost King's scales, forming four-clawed dragons with bared fangs and claws, sending the approaching warriors flying.

Minamoto no Raikō, the woman with a gun Usui no Sadamitsu, and the woman with a bow Urabu no Suetake formed a battle formation, and their coordinated three-way attack failed to even injure the Demon King.

"Hahahaha!!! You all thought I was just a bandit! But who would have thought that I possess the rarest dragon aura, hahahahaha!!! Even the Genji warriors have come to kneel before your Emperor!" The Demon King laughed loudly.

The Enma-tei's eyes widened. The policeman said, "Why would there be dragon aura? That's a special thing that can only be generated by someone who has been Emperor of a country, someone who has gathered the faith of at least hundreds of thousands of people. Such a person cannot become Servant; no matter how bad they are, they shouldn't be in Hell. If someone has truly committed too many evils, or is incompetent and foolish, and is abandoned and overthrown by their people, then their dragon aura will be stripped away before they die."

The Golden Body of the 88th Nine -Yū Oni King

Ancient Emperor, holding high positions, made decisions throughout their lives that influenced the entire society and even affected future generations. These decisions were sometimes good and sometimes bad; some expanded the territory, while others engaged in excessive military campaigns. Even the most renowned and accomplished emperors had their moments of old age and senility.

Emperor Taizong of Tang, Li Shimin, maintained his reputation throughout his life, imprisoning his father and murdering his brother, yet he was still hailed as eternal emperor of all time, though he inevitably became absurd in his old age. Emperor Xuanzong inherited the fruits of Li Zhi and Wu Zetian in his youth, enjoying a period of great prosperity, but he also ruined this promising situation to a tragic end. Not only did he lose the Tianbao War, but he also personally promoted An Lushan and Shi Siming.

However, as long as their deeds have benefited the local community, there will always be a group of people who have benefited and are grateful to them. These achievements alone are enough for them to enter the temple, become immortals or gods, and become Servant.

Even Zhao Ji, who was disgraced like the Jingkang Incident, was a master of both calligraphy and painting. He created the Slender Gold Script of calligraphy and his flower-and-bird paintings also had an academic style. If he hadn't been an emperor but had been a wealthy prince, he would still have been a remarkable figure throughout history.

Even if someone is a puppet like Emperor Xian of Han of Han, there are still some officials willing to remain loyal.

Therefore, it is impossible for someone like an emperor or King to fall so low as to be cast into hell and become a demon.

But it was precisely here that the dragon's aura, the kind that only a ruler of a nation could cultivate, appeared.

Moreover, it was the body of a demon king who was supposedly a bandit.

At this moment, the red-skinned demon king was covered in golden scales, and his aura transformed into dozens of golden dragons that coiled around his body. Even more strangely, the demon king's energy actually suppressed Raikou and the others.

"Damn it, I can't cut it no matter what I do!"

"My arrows have no effect on it!" The aloof woman Take, put away her bow, drew her sword, and charged forward.

"Kintoki! Tsuna, are you alright?!" Raikou asked loudly, looking at them with concern.

The Demon King laughed loudly, continuously slashing at Raikou and the others, roaring, "What! How about that! Where did your previous momentum go?! You actually want to hunt me down!"

Raikou and the others carefully dodged the Ghost King's attacks from the ground.

The red-skinned demon king suddenly changed his slashing posture, from an upward slash to a heavy slam into the ground, and then exploded with a bang.

The flying pebbles, like bullets fired from a gun barrel, swept rapidly towards Minamoto no Raikō and his companions.

"Waaaaaah!" Take blocked the falling rocks, but the Demon King seized the opportunity and swept him away.

"Hahaha!!! You killed quite a few of my men! Well, they were all useless trash. But you were wrong to offend me! Those who disobey my orders only have one fate: death!" the Red-Skinned Demon King roared.

"Who exactly are you, chuckle?" Enma-tei struggled to withstand the Demon King's giant blade. Even with her speed advantage, she couldn't break through the defenses of the golden dragon armor and was forced into a passive position.

"Didn't I already say? I am the Emperor himself!" the Red-Skinned Demon King replied with a ferocious grin.

"Disrespectful bastard!" Take, born into a priestly family, glared at the red-skinned demon king, raised his bow, and unleashed an arrow of light at maximum power.

However, it was still ineffective; the arrow of light dissipated just before it touched the Ghost King. The woman's divine magic was, by default, unable to harm the Ghost King.

"How could this be..." Take's face turned deathly pale. All her life's efforts had been wasted in front of this Ghost King.

"Hehehe, your arrows have absolutely no effect on me, you should understand why, right? Looking closely, you're all a bit fierce, but you're all quite cute, it would be a waste to kill you, so I'll make you my concubines! Although I prefer obedient types, all my capable subordinates have been killed, so I need some capable ones! After I teach you a lesson, you'll become obedient." The Red-Skinned Demon King stuck out his long, wet tongue and licked his lips as he spoke.

The Ghost King's name was 'Yu', but that wasn't his real name. In his lifetime, he was just a refugee who had become an outlaw, worse off than a farmer, and he didn't even have a name. People called him by the nickname 'Black Dog'. When he rose to the position of a mountain king, people called him Black Dog King.

Dogs are animals that will eat excrement and even their owner's corpse. They live their lives like wild dogs, avoiding stronger predators like tigers and bears, and preying on weaker predators like pheasants and rabbits, gradually growing stronger. If a tiger gets old and weak, they'll eat it. If a bear is injured, they'll eat it.

If you don't want to be killed, you have to kill others; the law of the jungle taught him everything. Every time he ate someone, he became stronger. When he killed the previous leader, he became the leader.

He led a group of men, killing those who disobeyed and burning down villages that couldn't pay their grain taxes on time. He didn't think there was anything wrong with any of this. Isn't the point of living in this world to pursue glory, to be stronger than others, to possess the greatest power, to eat better food, and to sleep with the most beautiful people?

If that's not the case, others won't believe you. Of course, at that point, all you need to do is kill those who oppose you.

After he died, he arrived in Hell. He didn't sense anything amiss with the rules of Hell. He was waiting for an opportunity to devour others and become stronger.

The reason he has achieved his current strength is entirely because he swallowed a special demon.

The evil spirit's name was Hirohito, and he had no surname... not because he was of lowly birth, but because his identity was unique; he was not human, but a descendant of a god.

But why would a descendant of gods appear in hell?

Everything stemmed from his own actions. As a prisoner of a defeated nation, in order to save his life, Hirohito agreed to the demands of US General MacArthur and admitted on the radio that he was not a god, but just an ordinary prisoner. From then on, MacArthur became the de facto emperor of Japan, above both imperial and divine authority, practically a god-killer.

Hirohito saved his life and gained support from the United States, but this act severed the people's faith in him and broke the ancient tradition of his ancestors who, through incestuous marriage, sought to maintain the purity of the divine bloodline and obtain the golden statue.

So instead of enjoying the temple and becoming a god like his father and grandfather, he destroyed the entire temple, causing the towering edifice of Japanese Emperor faith established more than a thousand years ago to collapse, and the great clan that had existed for a thousand years to become a complete joke.

Hirohito was also condemned to hell for the crimes he committed. However, from the moment of defeat in World War II, he lost all his fighting spirit and ambition, and brought shame upon his ancestors.

He was an obedient old dog when he was alive, but after death he became a vengeful ghost, nothing more than a walking corpse. Before being found by the Ghost King, he lived alone in the valley, neither eating nor drinking, sitting like dry tinder.

Even when evil spirits came to gnaw at him, he did not know how to resist and eventually became nourishment for the Ghost King, thus the Yū Oni King Yu was born.

890 Shirou Emiya Toukiden

The Demon King's dragon scale armor completely countered the attacks of Raikou and the others, especially Take, who used divine magic archery, whose divine magic was completely immune to hers, leaving her utterly on the defensive.

At this moment, Enma-tei rushed forward, brandishing her katana and shouting, "Then I'll deal with you! You demon! Even the emperor is subject to the same laws as commoners!!!"

"Hahahaha!!! Little brat! You think you're my match alone!" The Red-skinned Demon King spewed green poisonous smoke from his mouth, heading straight for the Enma-tei, completely engulfing him in the smoke.

"It's paralyzing poison..." Enma-tei was caught off guard and inhaled the poisonous gas.

The Red-Skinned Demon King spewed flames once more, causing the poisonous smoke to explode.

"Whoaaaaah!!!" The Enma-tei was blasted away by the explosive poison gas.

"Hehehe! Who else?!" the Red-Skinned Demon King laughed loudly.

"This is bad! This is bad! What should we do now?!" The horse-headed Miss Shinigami, who was hiding around the corner, grabbed the Explosion Head Uncle carrying the camera by the neck and said anxiously.

"Let go! Let go! Even if I'm not killed, you're going to strangle me to death." The Explosion Head Uncle open Miss Shinigami's hands; two black marks were already visible on his neck.

"Sorry... but is that monster crazy to claim he's the Emperor of Japan?" The Horse-Headed Miss Shinigami awkwardly released her grip, but then saw...

"No... looking at those golden four-clawed dragons coming out of his body, they might actually be real..." the Explosion Head Uncle said hesitantly.

The ruled class in ancient times was ignorant and uncivilized, so the only way to unite them was through authority and faith, such as faith in ancestors and reverence for the authority of the chosen one. To make the people feel that people are born into different classes, the most noble person must have extraordinary signs at birth, or extraordinary people and events must appear in their lives.

For example, some people are born surrounded by purple aura, or their birthplace emits a strong light like the sun. Others have stories of Liu Bang slaying a white dragon and claiming to be the Child of the Dragon, Xiang Yu having double pupils, Liu Bei having large ears like Buddha, and Emperor Gaozu of Tang Li Yuan of Tang having three ** (a type of facial feature). It seems that only in these ways can one gain so many followers and establish a dynasty.

In ancient times, emperors in any region needed some kind of mystical power to maintain their authority. For Confucianism, this meant restoring the Rites of Zhou, inheriting the Mandate of Heaven from Yao, Shun, and Yu, and carrying on the way of the sages. For the Japanese Emperor, it meant being a descendant of Amaterasu Omikami, assisting the goddess in managing the island nation.

When the Japanese people were united as one, fighting for their gods, they achieved miracle after miracle, defeating the Qing Dynasty, defeating Russian Empire, vying with Britain for South Asia, and crossing the Pacific to attack Pearl Harbor, aiming to conquer the world and dominate the universe. But after a defeat, Emperor Shōwa Hirohito of the Showa era negated all of this, declaring that he was just an ordinary person who only wanted to survive.

Hirohito lost the aura of faith because of the sins he committed, which led him to hell, where he was devoured by the Demon King. However, some energy remained within him, which the Demon King then used to create this dragon scale armor.

Although the Demon King was the murderer of Hirohito, the dragon energy within him, which was fused together with the demons' inherent nature of devouring each other, was also real.

"Hahaha!!! See this golden armor? This proves it! I ate Hirohito, so I am Hirohito! I am the Emperor! You blind bastards, kneel down! Are you trying to rebel?! The women can stay and serve me, but the men must be killed!" The red-skinned demon laughed arrogantly.

"How could this be..." The samurai of the Minamoto clan all looked shocked.

"Hey! Kneel down! Swear your allegiance! I am your Emperor! I am your Emperor father! You are samurai, aren't you?! Do you want to rebel?! What about your proud Bushido?!" the red-skinned demon king roared.

Take, Miko from Shintoism family, froze on the spot, somewhat at a loss! Since reuniting with Minamoto no Raikō Servant, she had not reacted too strongly because she had always followed her former comrade-in-arms and respected leader.

However, her faith as a priestess lineage has been shattered by time. From the 10th to the 21st century, a thousand years have passed, and everything has changed.

Since shrines have lost their sacred authority, people on the streets trust crystal ball divination and exorcists with prayer beads more than priests.

Shrines have become places for visitors to worship, draw fortunes, and play, and small shrines have even fallen into the predicament of closing down due to people's indifference.

All of this was so hard for the woman to accept, and she felt extremely heartbroken.

The warriors serving in the imperial court were loyal to the Emperor and wanted to emulate the Tang Dynasty by conquering the world for the Emperor, establishing merits, and becoming like the twenty-four meritorious officials of Lingyan Pavilion, whose names would be remembered for eternity.

The Emperor is of an unbroken imperial line, and anyone of royal lineage is the object of the samurai's loyalty. At this time, the Demon King actually possesses dragon energy and has become connected with the Emperor.

Although they don't want to admit it, if it's true, they can no longer attack it; that would be extremely disrespectful.

'Everyone... I'm sorry...' The woman lowered her bow-wielding arm. Her attacks were completely ineffective against the Demon King. Whether as a priestess or a companion, she had become a superfluous burden...

"Hahahaha!!! You should have done this sooner! I'll have taken good care of you!" The Demon King laughed wildly, stretching out his giant hand to grab the Miko, Take.

Boom!!!

The Ghost King's palm was pierced by a flying arrow, leaving a round, bloody gash.

"Stop chattering away! So annoying!" Then a flash of light struck, severing the Ghost King's hand from his wrist!

A large amount of green blood spurted out from the severed claw. A combat boot stepped on the broken claw, and it was Minamoto no Raikō. The one who fired the arrow was Shirou had settled Mashiro down.

In fact, Shirou and Minamoto no Raikō had already reached their limit long before the Demon King reached out his hand.

Shirou hates war the most. It is war that sends people to the cruel battlefield under various pretexts for the benefit of a few, turning a peaceful and prosperous place into a place of devastation.

Although Minamoto no Raikō was always loyal to her duty, what she cared about most was her family. It was extremely rare for someone to accept her demonic nature, and there was nothing more important in this world than family who loved and cared for each other.

891 A type of explosive archery

"Roar!!! My hand!" The red-skinned demon king cried out in agony as he clutched his severed arm, which was gushing out large amounts of green blood.

"Golden-Eater!!!!! Attack not working? Take this and see what happens!!!" Sakata Kintoki leaped high into the air, his whole body crackling with lightning, and swung his axe at the face of the red-skinned demon king, sending it crashing backward to the ground.

The Four Heavenly Kings of Raikou were not just famous for nothing. In an era when people were still in human form and medical technology was limited, even minor injuries or infections could be fatal. Yet, they were able to fight against all sorts of powerful demons and monsters, and there were many instances where they managed to overcome strange abilities.

The case of the Red-Skinned Demon King is certainly not the first. There is no such thing as absolute defense in this world, because defense is meant to be broken. Once you find a weakness, it becomes insignificant.

Minamoto no Raikō had severed the demon's hand, was now emanating red demonic energy. However, when she looked at Shirou, who was holding a bow on the other side, she smiled approvingly and excitedly waved one hand, shouting, "Shirou! Well done!"

Raikou felt a sweet warmth in his heart, smiling foolishly, his eyes conveying his thoughts: 'As expected of mother and son, such perfect understanding. Mom, I'm so happy.'

'I have a feeling she's thinking something strange again.' Shirou smiled helplessly at her.

"Lord Raikou, I am truly sorry! I was so misled that I lost my will to fight," the rescued Take said cruelly to the purple-haired woman.

Raikou opened his arms and embraced Take, smiling gently as he said, "You're such a helpless child. If you encounter something that seems impossible to solve, just rely on your family."

"Yes... Lord Raikou..." Take, standing in Raikou's sea, was moved to tears.

"Take! When are you going to stop acting like a spoiled brat?!" Tsuna shouted angrily. She thrust her sword into the Demon King's eye. The Demon King was so frightened that he ignored the pain and rolled on the ground, curling up like a hedgehog, only managing to block the attack with his dragon-qi armor.

"It's not that we can't be intimate, but we need to consider the occasion. Cheer up!" Hikari threw two flying scythes, which grazed the Ghost King's face, leaving two bloody marks.

"Everyone... but... my arrows are useless." Take said dejectedly, looking at the bow in his hand.

"If your arrows don't work, how about trying mine?" Shirou then leaped over the protruding rocks from the battle and arrived beside the Miko Take, handing her several Projection pseudo- Spiral Sword.

"This is... Noble Phantasm? I can't unleash its true name; my abilities are very limited." Take looked at the arrow, then shook his head and said.

"No, you just need to shoot it out and then detonate it. Anyone can do that as long as they have magic power," Shirou explained.

"Detonate them? Using all these Noble Phantasm would be such a waste..." Take hesitated as he took the Spiral Sword.

"No, as long as you have enough magic power, I can make as many as you want." Shirou smiled kindly at the woman, opened his palm, and Projection a new Spiral Sword.

"Eh..." Take stared at Shirou's smile, his eyes widening, his face flushing slightly, and his heart skipped a beat. Images of living with Shirou at the shrine, making bows and arrows together, flashed through his mind.