Chapter 1521 1493 Horse-Headed Ghost

Chapter 1521 1493. Horse-headed ghost

"I understand."

Looking at the determined look on the village chief's face, Lan En nodded.

Each world has its own characteristics and special circumstances.

Lan En, who is already a senior world traveler, understands this very well.

In this Japanese Warring States period where supernatural powers and human history are intertwined, he is not yet able to judge what the village chief means by "harmonious balance".

The theory of wild souls and harmonious souls is, after all, just the conclusion drawn by the tiny island country of Japan from the perspective of its own supernatural system when observing the world.

Is this the truth of the world? Or is it just part of the truth from Japan's perspective?

It's hard to say.

Just like the current Thirteen Sakura Village, it seems that there is nothing wrong with using supernatural powers to improve production methods and production efficiency.

But it involves the filth accumulated by the resentful killing of livestock, so that today, it has attracted several days' worth of monsters in a short period of time.

To understand the current situation of the Thirteen Sakura Village, it should be the result of the combination of the methods of the village chief who used special means to help the village raise livestock and the monk Higashi who often stayed in the temple.

Lan En put aside his doubts.

They walked out of the village chief's courtyard, returned to the stone steps, and prepared to go directly to the large courtyard where the cherry tree was.

In fact, when they came out, the village chief combined the situation brought by Lan En and others, and even had a rough guess of what the monster next to the sacred tree would be.

Since there is a bull head, of course there is a horse face.

Japan is deeply influenced by the culture of the Western continent, and even the legends of the underworld are the product of the influence.

The bull head and horse face are also the image of the law enforcer in Japanese legends who detain evil ghosts and wandering souls to the underworld.

What's more, the Thirteen Sakura Village, as a post station on weekdays, takes care of the cows and horses that pass by the caravans and park here the most.

The village chief himself also admitted that when he used the secret method to condense the spirit stone before, he also used the lives of cows and horses as the price.

So when Lan En took the lead and used the key given by the village chief to open the gate of the deepest sacrificial courtyard in the village, the scene in front of them did not surprise them.

The moonlight was bright at this time, and the strange cherry tree was still dim, as if every petal was emitting a faint light.

The faintly shining petals fell in a riot of color, and the air was filled with the fragrance of cherry blossoms.

If you just come to enjoy the scenery and relax, this must be a great picture.

But

"Swish, swish~"

The sound of a saw sawing wood sounded dull and monotonous.

A huge evil ghost with a body size similar to the bull-headed ghost in the cemetery was standing next to the cherry tree.

It trampled on the shimen ropes and paper hangings that surrounded the tree.

A huge sawtooth machete that matched its body size was placed on the tree trunk and pulled back and forth.

The sound of the door opening made it turn around.

This was a blue-green general wearing a simple but suitable armor like the bull-headed ghost. The golden spirit stones were densely distributed like parasite eggs trying to squeeze out from the body.

An evil ghost with two golden crystal horns on its horse's head.

However, the gloomy and slippery black hair fell from its head and covered both sides of the horse's head. There was even a gloomy sense of horror.

Horse-headed ghost.

"Huff~"

The horse-headed ghost snorted as the corners of its mouth that exposed its bones twitched.

Then the red light in its eyes surged!

"Shh!"

A shrill, hissing sound that seemed to carry many accents exploded!

"Huff!"

With the sound of tearing wind, the huge sawtooth machete was dragged behind the horse-headed ghost and rushed straight towards the people who broke into the sacrificial courtyard!

The height of nearly ten meters cast an oppressive shadow under the moonlight!

And its blue-green body suddenly jumped up in the final sound that shook the earth!

The height of the heavy body jumping up was at least as high as itself!

Then it was like cracking a whip!

The sawtooth broadsword dragged behind him swung in a circle and smashed forward!

"Hmph!"

A Xiu, who had just entered the door, was startled. With a muffled groan, he pulled the flannel ball to the side.

Lan En dodged to the other side.

With a loud bang! This rough broadsword, which should be nearly ten meters long, smashed a terrifying crack on the ground!

The courtyard wall built to surround the sacred cherry tree, connected to the courtyard gate that the few people just walked into.

The foundation of the building was shaken out of the ground by this smash!

The rumbling sound of collapse and the sound of stones rolling down the stone steps to the bottom of the mountain could be clearly heard even in the distant Thirteen Sakura Village!

Under the moonlight, Qilin, who was originally patrolling the surroundings alertly, suddenly turned his head and looked at the location of the shrine on the mountain with many panicked villagers.

The luxurious silk rune cloth with a sense of drape rippled under the movement, making the horse look even more unlike a thing of the mortal world.

But after just one glance, Qilin sniffed and turned his head away in boredom.

And in the courtyard on the top of the mountain.

"Click!"

Lan En dodged quickly with the skills of the Yharnam hunters, and raised his left hand with a sound of mechanical operation.

The arm armor projector in his hand was aimed at the two golden crystal horns of the horse-headed ghost!

"Bang!"

[Alder Seal]!

The projectile flew straight out of the arm armor under the supernatural driving force!

It hit the horns of the horse-headed ghost with a "crack" sound!

This kind of powerful evil ghost obviously has much stronger resistance than ordinary things in its own weaknesses.

The supersonic projectile pushed by Lan En with the Alder seal did not directly break the horns on this guy's head after hitting it.

It just made the golden light of the pair of horns suddenly dim and made a slight cracking sound.

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The horse-headed ghost itself did suddenly pause and let out a painful neigh.

But that was all.

The demonic energy on its body was indeed greatly weakened after the horns were hit, but a large part of it was still controlled by it.

Lan En's targeted attack did not gain a decisive advantage. On the contrary, this attack seemed to stimulate the horse-headed ghost!

It became more violent!

The cold wind blew across the exposed mouth and nose bones of the horse head, and a hollow and cold voice sounded. This was the filthy breath of the horse head ghost!

"Huh!"

The power of the underworld visible to the naked eye condensed into black smoke at its mouth.

In Lan En's [Spiritual Vision], he saw some tiny souls rushing from the body of the horse head ghost to its mouth.

Then they passed through the black smoke and flew out with these powers.

The tiny souls that were soaked in the power of the underworld became a group of black ghosts when they came to the outside world!

These souls carried hatred for living things and flew towards the breath of living things in mid-air on their own.

Ah Xiu and the flannel ball had automatically separated from the beginning, trying to observe the battlefield from different angles and then find an opportunity to cut in.

At this time, three groups of black ghosts rushed towards the three of them.

These ghosts did not fly fast, and they were more like "gliding" than "flying".

Although they could turn and track the breath of living things, they would eventually fall to the ground.

Lan En and the other three were veterans with combat experience.

Basically, they could understand the movement patterns of these ghosts from the first glance.

So the three of them just made a few changes of direction, and these ghosts fell directly to the ground.

But after dodging the attacks of these ghosts, Lan En's face was not optimistic, and Flannel Ball and A Xiu even showed surprise.

Because where these ghosts fell, the eternal circle was unfolded!

Three filthy circles with a diameter of two meters, filled with the power of the netherworld, suddenly appeared in the courtyard.

The courtyard dedicated to the cherry tree is not small. If the speed is fast enough, the physical consumption of passing through a single eternal circle is not unacceptable to an experienced warrior.

However, this method of compressing normal space is enough to tie the enemy's hands and feet.

The bull-headed and horse-faced ghosts are parallel names, but now it seems that at least in the Thirteen Sakura Village, the horse-faced ghost is much more difficult than the bull-headed ghost!

"Shh!"

Sure enough!

After initially compressing the range of normal space, the horse-headed ghost raised his hand and slashed horizontally!

It screamed, grabbed the handle of the rough sawtooth blade with one hand, and swung it horizontally!

The sawtooth blade was about the same height as it, nearly ten meters.

And because of its deformed body proportions, its arms could even reach the ground when they were hung down.

The total attack range was at least sixteen or seventeen meters!

This sweep almost covered half of the courtyard!

Lan En and the other three had their own ways of dealing with it.

Lan En, who looked the heaviest, and the lightest flannel ball, were surprisingly consistent at this time.

[Light Body Technique] made them jump straight up like pulling onions in dry land, and both jumped to a height of two meters above the ground.

Completely above the attack range of the sweep.

On the contrary, Ah Xiu, who looked much lighter than Lan En, took steady steps, and while maintaining the most sensitive [lower stage posture], she dodged by cleverly turning around.

Pulling out a residual image, she withdrew from the attack range.

But the horse-headed ghost with the injured horn on its head had no intention of giving the enemy a break.

After sweeping across, it raised the hand holding the sawtooth broadsword high.

And on the sword and hand, a thick cloud of filthy black smoke was floating!