Curse back: As a swordsman, what's wrong with a happy ending?

Chapter 266 Entering the Urn

19:01

Shibuya, Bunkamura Street, north.

The man who was also wearing the "Emperor Demon Army" windbreaker narrowed his eyes slightly and looked up at the sky.

The "tent" has already been opened there.

With the talisman in his right hand, which was in his pocket, he took off the patch on his right eye, revealing his fiery eyes. He glanced around slowly and said softly, "...Wu, you found it, right?"

The "Qianli" talisman in his pocket moved gently.

A brisk voice then reached his ears: "Yeah, I've already rushed to the center, to the underground subway station - that should be where the Nosuo plan is."

Su Ze closed one eye, leaving only his right eye open, which was filled with Qi, and said softly, "Even though I know there might be something targeting you, there seems to be no other way except to try it."

After all, "the lives of countless ordinary people" are the weight of the noose.

It is impossible for Su Ze to transfer the people away all the time, nor is it possible for him to continue to fight with Luo Suo like this.

"Although I want to go with you," Su Ze raised his eyebrows slightly, "but we also have to pay attention to other things--"

"So, Wu, you can only hope for the best."

Su Ze sighed softly.

It wasn't a bad idea to let Gojo Satoru march alone. Rather, with their level, ordinary magicians would become a burden.

Besides, there didn't seem to be anything that could directly threaten Gojo Satoru.

...What's more, he also took out insurance.

A brisk voice entered Su Ze's ears, "Don't worry, you can maintain the situation in other battlefields, which is the biggest help... Ze, you are so reliable, there will be no problem."

The person on the other end paused for half a second.

"I want to see what tricks the noose can play—"

Gojo Satoru wasn't too worried about the so-called "conspiracy".

Su Ze lowered his head, narrowed his right eye slightly, and sighed again: "...I wish you good luck in martial arts."

The few police inspectors who mixed in with the ordinary people had roughly maintained order within the "tent" and at the same time tried their best to pacify the ordinary people who were a little agitated.

There are a lot of plainclothes police officers mixed in with ordinary people tonight, especially in densely populated areas such as commercial streets and subway entrances.

In addition, a considerable number of auxiliary supervisors and low-level magicians were scattered throughout the Shibuya area.

Because the exact locations were unknown, the committee could only ensure full coverage by ensuring that every major street and every block had at least one auxiliary supervisor and police inspector.

Su Ze took out another "Qianli" and continued to use Qi to activate it.

"Attention all departments, the coverage of the "account" in the central area of ​​Shibuya has been determined, and there is no sign of expansion at the moment - each team must guard the important checkpoints, and the special magicians act according to the plan."

In the distance, a powerful curse suddenly rose from an invisible place.

Judging from the map simulated in my mind, that is the Fukutoshin Line station.

Su Ze paused for a moment, and continued calmly: "When I am not here, the command authority will be handed over to the order of priority stipulated in advance--"

He suddenly fell silent.

"Wow, young man, is this the effect of your colored contact lenses? You look so handsome - and this "Emperor Demon Army" outfit, are you cosplaying Guren 1?" The girl who was cosplaying casual Asuka sighed softly.

"No, I just came here with my sister, she likes these more——"

Su Ze closed his eyes and responded with a smile.

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(Note 1: Ichinose Guren, one of the male protagonists in "Seraph of the End" and its derivative works. Lieutenant Colonel of the Japanese Imperial Demon Army and captain of the "Moon Demon Group" Guren Team.

I would be mistaken for this person. I feel like Chairman Su might be somewhat similar to Honglian?)

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「Fukutoshin Line」 station.

Inside the platform.

A layer of "tent" was also put down at the station door, but the effect was still to block ordinary people.

As a result, thousands of civilians were crowded in the subway station, almost to the point of being shoulder to shoulder, and the crowd was a little restless.

The only young patrolman stood at the automatic ticket machine, barely maintaining order at the scene.

A figure suddenly flashed from outside and teleported in front of everyone in almost the blink of an eye.

He took a step forward and stepped on the heads of the crowd.

"Hello~Excuse me~"

"Hey bro, you dropped something. It's right under your feet."

"Oh, lady over there, the guy behind you is looking through your bag~ Miss Patrolman! Someone is taking advantage of this situation~"

Gojo Satoru, wearing his high-speed uniform, walked briskly over the heads of the crowded crowd with his hands in his pockets.

The ordinary people whose shoulders or heads were stepped on were stunned for a moment, then looked unhappy and raised their heads to blame.

Although the touch on the head did not feel very heavy, and when he turned around, the tall and thin figure had disappeared.

"Hmm~Hmm~Sardine can~Same crowd~"

"Take off the cursed spirit's head and kick it around~"

There was a faint curse power floating around him as he hummed a tuneless little song.

The crowded passengers did not limit his speed, and he walked quickly to the lower level as if he was strolling in a garden.

Five underground floors.

The strong, nauseating smell of blood first entered my nostrils.

Then came the dull sound of chewing flesh and blood, and the sound of crushing bones sounded tooth-grinding.

Gojo Satoru drooped his lips and glanced around expressionlessly.

The passengers were all huddled together against the wall. Without exception, they all looked terrified and fearful. For a moment, the only sound in the huge underground station was heavy breathing.

The passengers didn't even care if their heads were stepped on.

Gojo Satoru pouted, tiptoed, jumped off the head of the young man in the hat, and landed on the ground with a plop.

On the marble floor, the sticky blood almost spread to the tip of his shoes.

Gojo Satoru put his hands in his pockets and looked ahead. There was a large empty space in the middle near the track. There were corpses lying all over the empty space, each of them severely eaten.

The expressions on their faces were of extreme horror.

In the middle of the pile of corpses, there was a huge insect-like cursed spirit squatting. It had its back to this side, and only its antennae moving up and down could be seen, with two pairs of transparent wings folded behind it.

You can vaguely see its complicated mouthparts opening and closing alternately, and the light sound of it gnawing on flesh and blood echoes in the station.

Gojo Satoru took a step forward and stepped into the pool of blood on the ground.

Snapped--

Shallow ripples appeared in the blood pool.

"Oh?" The grasshopper-shaped cursed spirit turned its head instantly.

The two compound eyes twisted slightly, and the sharp teeth in the mouth intersected: "What are you looking at?"

It doesn't open smoothly.

Gojo Satoru took out a hand and slightly raised it to the eye patch. "Although you may not know, I'll still ask--"

He lifted up a corner of his eye mask slightly, revealing one eye.

"Who asked you to come here? And...where is the noose?"

"I! But I'm very smart..." Grasshopper Curse dropped the corpse he was eating, stood up quickly, and bright red blood flowed down his fingers.