Imperial residence.
This area, located in the most central area of Tokyo, was the palace where emperors of the past dynasties lived.
It is surrounded by a solid wall, about three feet high.
Inside, pairs of patrol formations were in order.
There was no expression on their faces. Patrolling was just work for them.
Everything is as ordinary as drinking water and eating.
The zero o'clock bell rang, which seemed extremely clear in the dense darkness.
The patrol team stood together, and it was time for the changing of the guard.
At the edge of the phalanx, this imperial palace guard with a spear, armor, and glasses is called Yoshihiro Futaku.
From what he said, he used to be a cartoonist.
Later, he became famous and indulged in playing mahjong all day long. After his death, he was noticed by the God of Kunisin and was accepted as a member of the Imperial Palace Guard.
If you update diligently, you might be able to get a higher position.
The two patrol teams were handing over in an orderly manner.
After the handover was completed, the rich traitor came to the city wall, took off his helmet and placed it on the top of the wall.
This thing is as heavy as an iron lump.
As long as there is no leader checking the post, it doesn't matter whether you wear it or not.
Besides, the gods are very busy every day and don’t have time to patrol.
Occasionally, it is just a casual scene.
Since the captain informed everyone in advance, it will be over if you tolerate it.
"Wow~wow~"
A shrill crow came over.
Fu Zhai scratched his neck, feeling something was wrong.
Outside the Imperial Palace is the guard's residential area, with three levels of sentries.
Outside the river, there is a protective circle.
Even inside the imperial palace, there are several layers of magic circle protection, making it impregnable.
Normally, he has never seen birds here. Is this the case today
The rich man cunningly leaned on the city wall, thinking it was a crow outside.
If it hits the protective cover of the magic circle later, it will probably fly away.
"Wow~wow~"
The screams of the crows gradually increased, mixed with other strange sounds.
The rich traitor stopped, feeling very strange.
Um
With a shrill scream, he realized something was wrong.
Bang bang bang!
The sky was covered by a large black area, and a huge number of crows were hitting the protective cover of the magic circle.
It's like a debt collector knocking on the door.
The sharp and piercing cry made Fu Zhao very uncomfortable.
He covered his ears and squatted down, trying to pick up the helmet on the wall.
Unexpectedly, with such a probing hand, the helmet was knocked out and fell to the wall.
Tsk, damn it!
If this helmet is lost, this month's salary will be deducted again.
How can I play mahjong without money
"Hey, Yamada, please keep an eye on me. I'll go down for a while."
After the rich traitor finished speaking, he felt a little embarrassed when his colleague didn't respond.
Yamada stood there, looking out of the city with dull eyes.
From the ear-piercing scream, he knew its source.
Many years ago, he killed a night crow that was killing a village with a hatchet.
That scream and that blood appeared many times in Yamada's dreams.
However, this time the cry was louder and the hatred in the tone was deeper.
Like a spear, piercing the heart mercilessly.
"Hey?" The rich traitor waved his hand in front of his colleagues: "Can you hear me?"
Yamada swallowed with difficulty and managed to say: "They... are here!"
"What's coming?"
The rich traitor had never experienced the peaceful era when demons were rampant, so he reluctantly stuck his head out and looked outside the city.
The perimeter of the Imperial Palace was shrouded in darkness, and only the vague outline of the river could be discerned.
He looked carefully and found several figures flying in the air.
The figure was as dark as the middle of the night, as cold as an eagle, and exuded the aura of death.
They flew closer and closer, almost entering the protective cover of the magic circle, but then quickly circled away.
"Ten...Tengu?"
That red nose, like the wings of the night, is unmistakable.
The rich traitor murmured: "Did you see it! Ah? Those are tengu!"
Yamada was stunned on the spot, and was finally brought back to his senses by the shout: "Quick! Ask Sensoji Temple for help!"
"Night attack! Night attack!" A shrill scream sounded from the other side of the river.
The defenders of the Imperial Palace finally realized that something was wrong and began to sound the alarm.
The sounds of weapons clashing, screams, and curses were all mixed together.
The outer guard residential area has become a mess.
Those fires that were ignited were quickly extinguished.
The attackers have a clear purpose, and the endless darkness is their best disguise.
The rich traitor leaned against the wall, panting like a hunted animal.
Underneath the screams that suddenly started and disappeared suddenly, there was the distant, weak and intermittent ringing of bells.
In this night, it seemed extremely ironic.
Soon, the intermittent ringing of the bell was completely silent.
The warning points in the outer residential areas have fallen.
Many of the guards who were still resisting were fighting and retreating.
They were the guards of the Imperial Palace who had just changed their guard and had not yet arrived home. They were all gray-faced and shouted loudly: "Open the door, open the door quickly!"
The rich traitor leaned on the wall and looked down.
Most of them were disgraced and looked miserable.
The riots in the outer area finally triggered a response from within the Imperial Palace.
From the east and west directions, the continuous flames were like two fire dragons, rushing along both sides of the palace towards the main city gate.
The city gate opened a crack, and the guards hurried in, their faces pale: "It's ghosts and demons, there are too many!"
"The sentry post didn't know what was going on, and there was no warning at all."
"That is to say, if it weren't for them, would the perimeter have fallen?"
"Could it be that the ghosts that attacked at night were too fast and there was no time to warn?"
Their gossip aggravated the tension of everyone present.
"Shut up!"
The general who arrived from inside the imperial palace silenced the defeated army with a single voice.
Wearing neon ancient samurai armor, he waved his hand: "Have you notified Sensoji Temple? Call all the Kunijin gods near Tokyo!"
"Sir, we are already doing it."
"Open the magic circle and swear to live and die with the Imperial Palace!"
"Live and die together!"
…
It was early in the morning and the moonlight was weak.
The screams soon disappeared from the residential area outside the Imperial Palace.
The ignited fire was quickly extinguished by the night raiders.
Even things that could illuminate, such as electric lamps, were completely destroyed.
It was pitch black outside the city.
Only the light bulbs on the city wall were connected together, emitting dim light and looking lonely.
Seeing that a general came forward to organize the overall situation, the rich traitor breathed a sigh of relief and sat on the ground along the wall.
He couldn't go out of the city to pick up that unknown helmet.
The illuminated wall looks like a hunter holding a lantern in a dark forest.
In the dark place where the light cannot reach, pairs of eyes are watching eagerly.
It seems that the moment the flame goes out, he will rush forward desperately!
…
In a corner outside the imperial palace, a fox demon was holding a man in a white coat.
Facing the strange looks cast by some monsters, Ronan greeted with a shy face: "Hey, brothers, we are all our own."