"No, wait! What are you doing?! You can't do this! Have you forgotten what you promised me, demon god?!"
"Stop right there."
The daimyo suddenly sensed that something was wrong. Even though he had already fallen to demonic corruption, the feeling of imminent death inevitably restored a measure of clarity to his mind.
But that sliver of clarity did not last long before his consciousness gradually began to blur.
"Of course I haven't forgotten our pact. I'll let you unite the realm! But only with your body... Hahahaha..."
Black mist completely enveloped the daimyo's body. His eyes had turned pitch-black, and his body was utterly possessed by the demon!
It had originally planned to slowly twist his mind and turn him into a puppet, but now that the demon soldiers meant to conquer the realm had been slaughtered, it could only change its plans.
Otherwise, there would be no way to throw the realm into chaos.
It could not be helped. It had slept for far, far too long! Even though it had now awakened, it had nowhere near enough time to recover its strength. But it was, after all, an ancient demon. It was not without means to change everything.
The island nation of today was not the environment it wanted. The Shogunate ruled this land in place of the Emperor, and the chaos of old had long since stabilized.
A peaceful age meant there was no environment for beings like it to survive. Only chaos—only turning this land into a place where demons ran rampant once more—could allow it to fully revive.
The negative aura upon this land was their finest nourishment.
The daimyo, controlled by the demon, drew the katana from his waist and pointed it directly at his own heart before plunging it in without hesitation.