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Covered in mud, with disheveled hair, and blood staining his stand-up collar school uniform on his shoulders.
The composure and dignity of the heroic leader have vanished.
All that's left is a sorry state.
Endless humiliation.
"Cao Cao!"
"leader!"
Two figures burst out of the thick fog: Hercules, who had been confronting Rias and the others earlier, and a hooded, thin young man with glasses.
Presumably, it is Georg, the wielder of the God-Slaying Gear [Zen Mist].
"Retreat! Quick!"
Georg made a quick decision, pressing his hands to the ground, and the thick fog instantly became even more violent, attempting to stop everyone's pursuit.
Hercules rushed to Cao Cao's side and used his massive axe, as large as a door panel, to fiercely chop at the holy spear that was stuck in Cao Cao's shoulder.
clang!
Sparks flew everywhere.
The Holy Lance remained completely still.
Hercules's hand was clenched and bleeding profusely.
"Damn it! I can't pull it out!" He was sweating profusely with anxiety.
This gun seems to have taken root in that land.
Forget the guns! Take the men and get out of here!
Cao Cao gritted his teeth and endured the excruciating pain before issuing the order.
He knew very well that the gun no longer belonged to him.
Staying here would be suicide.
Rias, Akeno Himejima, and the others were preparing to step forward and wipe out the culprits who were wreaking havoc in Kyoto.
Zhou Ye raised his hand to stop them.
Hercules carried the half-dead Cao Cao on his back, with Georg close behind, and the two rushed towards the spatial rift that was about to close completely without looking back.
Before leaving, Hercules turned back, intending to say something polite.
"You wait! The Heroic Faction won't..."
His words caught in his throat.
Zhou Ye simply stood there calmly, straightening his collar.
It's an incredibly simple action.
But this made Hercules shudder, a chill running from the soles of his feet straight to the top of his head.
It was a fear that was completely ignored by higher-level life forms.
He dared not utter another word, and carrying Cao Cao, he fled into the spatial rift at the fastest speed he had ever traveled.
With their disappearance, the entire [Fogless] dimension finally collapsed, like a shattered mirror, and with a crash, it turned into countless fragments.
The surrounding scenery transformed back into the courtyard of Nijo Castle.
The night remained the same, the moonlight cold and clear.
It was as if the thrilling battle just now was nothing but a dream.
Only the "Holy Lance of Twilight," still planted in the ground and trembling slightly, proves that everything truly happened.
"Ye..."
Rias walked over, her face showing undisguised confusion.
Why let them go?
"This is the best opportunity to completely eliminate the core members of the Heroic Faction."
Himejima Akeno, Kiba Yuto, and the others also cast puzzled glances their way.
In their view, given the strength Zhou Ye had just displayed, taking down those few people would be a piece of cake.
Zhou Ye did not answer immediately.
He walked up to the Holy Lance, reached out and grasped the handle, and gently pulled it out.
The holy spear that had baffled Hercules was obediently pulled from the ground without any resistance.
He stroked the cold gun barrel, feeling the intimacy and submission emanating from it.
"Just a bunch of pawns held hostage by the title of hero."
He turned around and looked at Rias.
"Killing them would be pointless, except to vent our anger."
"Their master is still watching the show from behind the scenes."
"Master?" Rias frowned even more deeply. "Isn't the Heroic Faction led by Cao Cao?"
"he?"
Zhou Ye chuckled.
"Is he worthy?"
"Cao Cao was at best a knife. A knife that was sharpened a little by some self-righteous guy and then thrown out to disrupt the world order."
Zhou Ye's words were like a bombshell, exploding in everyone's hearts.
Cao Cao, a descendant of the hero who wields the divine weapon "Twilight's Holy Lance," is the leader of one of the three major factions of the Calamity Clan.
In Zhou Ye's words, it was just a chess piece, a knife?
What kind of terrifying being is the mastermind behind it all?
"Who...is it?" Genovya couldn't help but ask.
Zhou Ye didn't keep us in suspense.
For the first time, he mentioned to everyone the name that held the highest position in mythology.
"Indra."
The lord of Mount Sumeru, the ruler of the Thirty-Three Heavens, and the lord of the heavens in Buddhist mythology.
"It was him who supported the Heroic Faction behind the scenes. His purpose was probably to see how interesting the world would become when humans possessed the power to kill gods."
Zhou Ye spoke in a very calm tone, as if he were talking about a trivial matter.
But Rias and the other demons felt unprecedented pressure.
They originally thought that the enemy this time was just the Chaos Gang.
But now, a being of a transcendent level has been revealed behind the scenes.
This is far beyond what they can handle.
Seeing the girls' solemn expressions, Zhou Ye smiled.
"Don't worry, even if the sky falls, there are tall people to hold it up."
"I'm the tall one."
This half-joking remark, yet imbued with undeniable confidence, instantly dispelled the gloom in everyone's hearts.
Yes.
There's this man here.
What about Indra?
What Zhou Ye has demonstrated is no longer simply formidable fighting power.
Rather, it is a strategic vision that transcends the level of combat and overlooks the entire situation.
What he wanted was never to kill a few clowns.
Instead, we should follow the internet cable and drag that self-righteous guy behind it down with him.
Rias looked at Zhou Ye's profile and felt a surge of indescribable emotions.
Awe, trust, and a touch of... infatuation.
This man always manages to easily shatter her perception of power.
Just then, Zhou Ye withdrew the Holy Spear.
He turned around and looked at the nine-tailed fox standing silently and unharmed not far behind him.
Yasaka.
"I accept your gift."
He was referring to the Holy Lance.
Yasaka's body trembled slightly, and he bowed deeply to Zhou Ye.
"We are deeply grateful and cannot express our thanks. From now on, if you ever need our services, the Kyoto Yokai Clan will do anything for you, even at the cost of our lives."
Zhou Ye neither confirmed nor denied the statement.
He raised his head, his gaze piercing through the night sky and landing in the direction of an ancient mansion in Kyoto shrouded in a barrier.
"Now, it's time to collect my own interest."
The murderous intent vanished in a flash.
Chapter 271 Yasaka's Repayment
The aftershocks of the spatial collapse were casually smoothed out by Zhou Ye's wave of his hand.
The shattered lens disappeared, and the distorted laws returned to peace.