Shinji, who was far away in the city center, naturally couldn't have failed to hear the criticism about the method of killing.
Even if he heard it, he would at most apologize to Yumatsuka Satsuki and then continue on his own. He had been trained to fight as simply as possible since he was a child, and he would not change, nor did he want to change - apologizing was already a gesture of kindness, and he would not even bother to say a word to a strange man.
However, the customary sarcasm still needs to be done.
"Tono Makihisa is a good choice, but unfortunately, no one in this city has seen Tono Makihisa in his prime. I should praise Miss Akiba for this, otherwise I would have to do some work."
Since the destruction of the Nanaya family, the position of the Tono family has become increasingly stable, and Makihisa's personal actions have become less and less frequent. As Akiba moved his clan members out of his hometown, the only person in the city who saw Makihisa fight in person was Akiba, and he was teaching in this form. How much strength can Makihisa exert in this state? The phantom that appeared based on this model is naturally no match for Shinji.
"Well, let's stop here for the warm-up. I don't believe that the great 'Night of Wallachia' is only capable of this. The title of 'Twenty-seventh Ancestor of the Dead Apostles' will cry."
Shinji stretched out his body towards the twisted black mist, his movements and expression showing his disdain for everyone.
The black fog suddenly shrank, and then expanded wildly. Although Orange and the others could not hear the sound, they could still feel the anger contained in it. When had the "Night of Wallachia", which even the church's high-ranking officials had to treat with caution, been treated with such contempt
The expanding black fog continued to rise, and finally formed misty threads that were distributed around Shinji. The three closest threads twisted and changed the moment they hit the ground, and finally materialized into three phantoms - the killer ghost, the red leaf ghost, and Tono Makihisa.
If quality is not enough, quantity can be used to make up for it. This has been the unchanging strategy in human warfare history for many years.
The first one to act was the killer, still using a spider-like three-dimensional maneuver, surrounding Shinji in the center.
Makihisa's phantom followed, forcing Shinji to confront him head-on in the most forceful way possible.
Shinji seemed unwilling to fight head-on and was about to dodge in a roundabout way, but the Momiji ghost had already accumulated enough heat and a high-temperature shock completely blocked his retreat.
The three phantoms did not fight alone, but worked together. Makihisa charged head-on, the killer ghost held them back at high speed, and the red leaf ghost bombed them from a distance. The three worked together and complemented each other's strengths, just as the old saying goes - if you are not from the same family, you will not enter the same door.
Although Qiuye and others had anticipated the multiple phantoms, they were still shocked by the tacit cooperation of the three phantoms. While they were secretly calculating how they would deal with it if it were them, they were staring closely at the image in the crystal ball to see how Shinji would respond.
Shinji's response was simple: he just spread his hands apart.
The left hand holding the knife was aimed at Makishū, who was only one step away from him. A second before Makishū's fist was about to hit him, a black slash radiated from the tip of the knife, almost instantly splitting Makishū in two.
The other hand was aimed at the female ghost in the distance, and as the female ghost emitted a high-temperature shock, a golden thunder was stirred up. The speed of the thunder was so fast that before the high temperature had time to spread, the red leaf female ghost had been split into charcoal.
Without the long-range female ghost and the frontal Makiku, the killer ghost with only speed posed no threat and was caught up by Shinji using "Magic Release" and "Live Step" and killed with a single blow.
"Night of Wallachia" was obviously fed up with Shinji's ridicule. Before he could say anything, the dispersed mist had already materialized new phantoms.
Although the types of phantoms are still the same three as before, the number has increased tenfold, to a total of thirty phantoms. The legendary vampire has finally made a real move.
"hiss-"
"This, this is!!!"
"Is this even possible???"
Several exclamations and gasps were heard in the reception room of the Toono family.
An illusion is not scary, and being able to be reborn continuously is not scary either, but being able to reproduce the same illusion multiple times is really scary - judging from the fact that the black fog of the main body of "Night of Wallachia" has not been significantly reduced, it is nothing for him to materialize an illusion of this degree.
Even Lizbeife, who was ranked in the top ten of the church and whose hands were stained with the blood of countless heretics, could not help but sigh: "I see, that's why my subordinates were annihilated."
Although the knights she led were all elites, no matter how elite they were, they were still flesh and blood. It was impossible for them to outlast the infinitely regenerating and repeating "phantoms", and this was the horror of the "Nights of Wallachia".
"Teacher Orange, quickly inform Shinji and tell him to retreat." Shiki said anxiously, "Even if he can handle this wave, there will always be a time when he can't hold on."
Orange's attitude was exactly the opposite. She reached out and poked Shinji's image: "There's no need for that. Look carefully at his expression. Does he look unsure?"
"This..." Indeed, Shinji was not at all panicked. Instead, he looked at the phantoms that surrounded him with great interest.
Then, Shion began to lip-read and translate again.
"Oh my, oh my, what a big scene. Even for me, facing so many people would be a headache, but fortunately - I am not unprepared."
Shinji said this, raising his right hand high, pointing at the silver moon in the sky that was almost full, and spoke word by word.
"Justice. From. Heaven. Comes!"
There was suddenly a little more white in the bright moonlight, which was whiter and purer than the moonlight, forming a sharp contrast with the black fog in the center of the rooftop.
Along with the white light, there was also a sharp explosion. It was the sound of some huge object tearing through the air at an extremely high speed, as if it was a meteorite falling from the sky.
Amidst a loud rumbling sound, white light suddenly fell, and its target was the "temple" building where Shinji was.
The pure light illuminated the entire rooftop, and in the next second a terrifying wind pressure erupted, sweeping away everything on the rooftop, including the steel scaffolding, the building materials piled in the corner, the thirty phantoms, and the black fog that controlled them, and even the rooftop itself was blown away and destroyed by this white "meteorite".
When the crystal ball restored its image, the rooftop of the "temple" no longer existed. Amidst the ruins, a black-haired, black-eyed boy brushed off the dust on his body and sighed.
"That seems a bit over the top, but it won't really kill you, will it, Tatali? Yo."
Before he finished his words, a gust of cold wind blew by, and wisps of black fog gathered from all directions again, and in the blink of an eye they gathered into that indescribable twisted mass.
It’s still the same place, still the same look, as if nothing has changed.