"That's right, that must be it! Lightning can suppress the dead summoned by the Ritual of the Lord of Mount Tai!"
Professor Nagayama slapped the table and sprang to his feet, shouting in excitement.
Inside the operations room, Japan's political dignitaries and the generals of the Self-Defense Forces and U.S. Armed Forces followed Professor Nagayama's lead and looked at the big screen.
Dozens of drones equipped with top-of-the-line cameras had already been deployed at the scene, providing an unobstructed view of the battlefield and capturing even the finest details.
Lightning flashed and thunder roared, silver serpents dancing wildly.
Two Susanoo arrows wrapped in Chidori Stream, serving as inferior versions of Indra's Arrow, pierced the wind god Set and Taira no Masakado and pinned them to the ground, releasing torrents of blue-silver electricity amid rumbling thunder.
Crackle!
The two immortal monsters, who had been so arrogant and overbearing and could return even after their bodies were torn apart or pulverized, roared in impotent fury. Yet their bodies could not move, and the healing of their wounds had all but stopped.
"Lightning is divine wrath, the righteous energy of heaven and earth. Nothing suppresses evil spirits better. Ordinary wandering ghosts will have their souls scattered just by hearing thunder."
Professor Nagayama spoke with absolute conviction. His words were like a shot in the arm, reviving their flagging morale.
"The dead summoned by the Ritual of the Lord of Mount Tai aren't truly resurrected. Their bodies are only dust, not flesh and blood, so naturally they fear lightning too."
So that was it!
Everyone immediately looked impressed and convinced.
Though their cultural spheres differed, lightning symbolized divine punishment in both Eastern and Western legends. Professor Nagayama's conjecture was not unreasonable and was quite persuasive.
That made the dead with their Immortal Bodies far