Shelling City Hall

The four Great Oni Kings had worked together for centuries. Their bond was closer than blood.

So the moment they heard Golden Kuma-doji's cry, Kuma-doji and Torakuma-doji immediately raised their defenses.

The fur on their bodies instantly grew wild as well, wrapping them up just like Golden Kuma-doji.

But the lesser yokai they had brought with them were not so lucky.

The very next moment after Golden Kuma-doji shouted, howling shells dragged streaks of lightning into the dense forest.

To be fair, Hound's artillery really was lacking. Even with the Driver's manual corrections, the shells still landed far from their targets.

Not only did they fail to hit the three Great Oni Kings directly, they did not even land close to the center of the yokai forces.

However, there was naturally a reason the Driver had chosen that shell as the opening shot.

BOOM!

The shockwave from the shell's impact sent the nearby yokai flying before it automatically detonated.

Countless needle-like bolts of electricity shot from the flames, turning the surrounding yokai into pincushions.

The struck yokai trembled as they fell, twitching on the ground as if having seizures.

"As expected, these witchcraft shells are unreliable."

After seeing the bombardment's effects through his telescope, the Driver shook his head.

Those electric bolts were not natural lightning, but magical lightning created through black witchcraft.

Under normal circumstances, that shell should have produced a vast web of chain lightning after exploding, instantly electrocuting every affected target into charred corpses.

But the Driver's mastery of witchcraft was not enough to maintain this kind of witchcraft shell. The mana circuits inside had gradually withered, greatly reducing its power and turning it into the lightning needles it was now.

If left unused for another few years, it would probably become nothing more than electrical sparks.