Shikaku Nara stared at the Miko Miroku in surprise. He had never expected this woman to be able to split off her own power and form a monster like Mōryō.
Shikaku Nara suspected that Miroku had not finished speaking and could not help asking, "You're not very old either. Why do you possess such terrifying power?"
Miroku felt that she had already revealed this much, so there was no need to hide anything else. She then disclosed the secrets of the miko as well.
"It's inherited power. The power I control has been accumulated by my ancestors over generations. When the previous miko is about to retire, she passes her power on to the next miko."
"However, the price is that the previous miko will suffer a backlash and die after passing on her power."
If she had already found a successor, she truly would have wanted to perish together with Mōryō. But she could not. She could not allow the miko lineage's inheritance to end.
"What a bizarre process!" Shikaku Nara sighed deeply before changing the subject. "However, regarding the fact that you hid this from us, I will report it truthfully to His Majesty."
"Next, we will reseal Mōryō. You can rest assured about that."
Shikaku Nara looked toward Mōryō in the distance. The excited Mōryō had also already transferred from Miroku's body onto this group of shinobi.
"So you actually called for reinforcements. Miroku, have you and I really reached this point?!"
"Kehehehe!"
Mōryō laughed loudly as countless tentacles lashed toward Shikaku Nara and the others.
"Move!"
The Sealing Team was still resting at this time, but Shikaku Nara had made preparations long ago. He could not possibly leave such a huge gap in their defenses. The shinobi who had been waiting to strike all launched their