The fourth battlefield.
The roadside indicator lights kept flashing, and drops of thick blood dripped from them.
The two groups faced each other across a wide road, the roar of the Cursed Spirit particularly piercing, as if it were venting something.
A heavy atmosphere enveloped the entire street, with several Jujutsu Sorcerer, led by Mei Mei, poised to strike behind him.
Suddenly, bang!!!
Everyone looked up at the same time and saw that a huge hole had been smashed into the black "tent" from the outside, and three streams of light were crashing down.
Mei Mei frowned deeply, "This aura... it's Special Grade!"
"Friend or foe..." The Utahime beside him tensed up upon hearing that it was Special Grade.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!!
boom!!!
Three figures descended from the sky, crashing onto the road between the two teams without slowing down, the dust they kicked up obscuring everyone's vision.
"Huh? Food again?"
"Who knows? Who cares who it is? Just kill them, hahahahaha."
"Yeah, hehehe."
The Cursed Spirit, on the other hand, seemed completely unconcerned about the sudden arrival of these people, and even started to tease them.
From within the smoke and dust, a thin man wearing a bull's head mask and a light blue cheongsam emerged, swaying his hips seductively. He fanned away the dust with a delicate gesture and said with a resentful expression, "Honestly, I just finished my makeup. Couldn't Laolong be a little gentler? It's so annoying."
"Tch, Brother Niu, I told you before, don't put on any makeup, don't put on any makeup, or you'll start cursing if blood splatters on your face." A little boy with a lollipop in his mouth said while tapping on his game console.
"Go away." The skinny man gave the little boy a charmingly disdainful look and said, " Hu Xiaozi, how many times have I told you, you have to call her Niu Jiejie, not Brother Niu."
"Okay, okay, it's my fault."
The two chatted idly, completely ignoring the Cursed Spirit opposite them, whose various roars rose and fell.
"Alright, you two, quiet down. You can argue when you get home." A calm voice came from behind.
As the smoke dissipated, a man dressed in a black tailcoat and wearing a rat mask appeared in everyone's sight. He was elegant and looked like a nobleman from the Middle Ages.
He walked up to the two of them, looked at the noisy Cursed Spirit ahead, and slowly stretched out his two hands. A playing card appeared in the center of his palms.
"Alright, please be quiet. It's my turn to play my card."
He clapped his hands lightly.
Snap!
Buzz!!
A ripple emanated from his body, and everything around him instantly turned black and white, rendering everyone speechless.
He sensed everything around him Mei Mei. He could move, but he couldn't make a sound. Moreover, his movements were limited; he could only defend, but not attack!
what is going on!
Before she could prepare to escape, the man in the rat mask spoke again.
With his hands clasped behind his back, his body ramrod straight, and his eyes devoid of any emotion, he looked at the countless Cursed Spirit before him and said softly, "By order of the King of Europe, I grant you all a peaceful death."
"Implement."
Whoosh! Whoosh!
The instant his voice fell, the thin man and the child beside him rushed out without any warning.
The little boy wearing the tiger mask leaped up, flipped over, grabbed the game console with both hands, and yanked it hard to both sides. The game console then surged like flowing water, pressing against the little boy's body.
In the blink of an eye, a two-meter-tall orange robot completely replaced the little boy.
" Invincible Hu Dawang No. 94, reporting for duty!"
To his left, the thin man was not to be outdone. He crossed his arms over his shoulders, grabbed the cheongsam, and yanked it forcefully!
Sizzle!!
The cheongsam shattered into pieces, revealing the thick chest hair on his chest. He leaped upwards and slammed down into the crowd of Cursed Spirit. His muscles bulged rapidly. One second he was a thin man, but the next he transformed into a monster three meters tall with arms the size of an adult.
A monster and a mech, the two of them, were like bulldozers, relentlessly crushing through the forces of the Cursed Spirit.
As some of the Cursed Spirit, seeing the situation was turning bad, were about to break free of their " Binding Vow " and run away, the man wearing a rat mask spoke again.
"It's Night Falls, Please Close Your Eyes."
Snap!
Buzz!!
Another ripple spread.
This time it's a change in perspective; everyone is no longer in a void where nothing can be seen, and everything within their field of vision becomes blurry.
All that could be heard was the tearing of flesh and the constant screams of agony.
Mei Mei and the others could only wait quietly. From what that person had just said, they could tell that they were on their side.
There is only one person in this world who can command Special Grade and is known as the King of Europe!
Puff! Puff! Puff! Puff!
"Aaaaaaah!"
Puff! Puff!
After an unknown amount of time, the familiar voice rang out again, "Game over."
Buzz!!!
Visual field and speech have returned.
"What... what's going on...?"
The group, having regained their sight, stared in disbelief at the scene before them, all lost in deep bewilderment.
The entire army of Cursed Spirit had vanished, leaving only streets flowing with blood.
Hu Xiaozi sat quietly tapping on his game console by the roadside, while the skinny man, now dressed in a brand-new cheongsam, was meticulously applying lipstick, as if nothing that had just happened was their doing.
The man wearing the rat mask glanced at Mei Mei and the others, then said to Hu Xiaozi and the skinny man, "It's time to go. Let's see if Wang needs us."
"Okay, coming right up."
Without delay, the two got up and walked into the distance.
This left behind a group of bewildered Utahime and others.
"Hey, Mei Mei, do you know who those three guys are? They're so strong..." the Utahime murmured, gazing at the devastated street.
Mei Mei rubbed his temples and said in a deep voice, "Such strength... and still obeying Igarashi Amaha, he must be one of the 12 Chess Pieces."
" 12 Chess Pieces? What's that?"
"Hmm... It's a private force directly under Igarashi Amaha. 12 Chess Pieces correspond to 12 people, and they are all at least at the level of Grade 1 Jujutsu Sorcerer, with some even reaching the Special Grade Level. That guy wearing the rat mask was one of them; it's said he can already unleash his domain."
The Utahime was now in a frenzy. Special Grade! What did that mean? Even in Japan, known as the center of Jujutsu, there were only four Special Grade. And Igarashi Amaha's private army Special Grade more than one!?
This world... has it gone mad!?
Mei Mei continued, "Their information is quite complex, so it's normal that you don't know it. For many years, they have been recruiting various countries. I only know about this because I have a close cooperation with Igarashi Amaha's company. Of course, I've only heard about it. Now, I can deduce their identities based on the Cursed Technique."
"The guy with the rat mask is called ' Shujun.' He's the most powerful of the twelve, Special Grade Sorcerer, and his Cursed Technique ' Chess and Card Games.'"
"That effeminate man's codename is ' Niulang,' Grade 1 Jujutsu Sorcerer, his Cursed Technique ' Strength to Uproot Mountains.'"
"As for the last child, his codename was spread by himself; he's known as ' Hu Dawang,' a near- Special Grade Sorcerer, and his Cursed Technique ' Cursed Armor Manipulation.' But what's even more interesting are the rumors surrounding him. Many people say he's Igarashi Amaha's biological son, inheriting his talent, and possessing such strength at such a young age."
"So what? Isn't that right?!"
"Ha, have you ever seen a biological father call his son 'Xiao Hubi?"
"... That is indeed a rumor."