ALMIGHTY

Chapter 79: Emperor of Khvarenah

The district of Izanami was one of feasts and celebrations, constantly honoring their Shinto deities with ceremonies, festivals, and rituals. Their focus and special treatment to the creation goddess, Izanami herself.

Its bright streets were thrown into peril and chaos as demonic samurai appeared from every corner to combat their physically weaker opponents.

"Musashi!!! There's just too many of them!"

One of Musashi Miyamoto's more trusted comrades yelled as he panted heavily in between words while parrying a fierce swing aimed for his head.

Musashi concluded that, just like the city's councilors, the samurai they were fighting were vessels of demonic spirits.

"What are these things anyway?!"

Despite his comrades getting pushed back and their numbers reducing, Musashi himself was still a force to be reckoned with. His katana and wakizashi sliced through the never-ending spawns of samurai as if they were butter with such incredible attacking speed that it would give Horu a hard time were they to duel.

The city's shrine had become a ruthless battlefield and despite having trained his comrades, Musashi was the only true threat to Izanami's army.

"Hahaha! You look like you've never fought a Demon samurai before!!"

Musashi said while holding a smirk on his face as he simultaneously chopped two samurai's heads clean off, saving a pair of rebels that saw their lives flash by.

"AAAAHHH!! MY HAND!!"

"—Uuck!!"

"IT HURTS!! IT HURT—AACK!"

Musashi realized he couldn't save everyone when half of his forces had already perished. The Demon samurai weren't part of his observations, Musashi hadn't anticipated facing such strong forces.

Izanami!! You knew all along! I should have known you were aware of my plans!

"I should have known. It is now all up to you, young man. Show her your wrath as well as mine."

Drenched in his sweat and the blood of his comrades, Musashi looked at the mountain with no visible tip and cursed the goddess lurking from above, only to cross his swords to defend himself.

Claaaanggg!!!

His eyes met with a pair of red, glowing eyes that looked at him as if he were nothing but prey. Hungry and evil energy oozed out of the mountain of a Demon.

Musashi had planned and awaited this day for a very long time. His plan included, of course, the threat that was the captain of the Watch guards stationed at this district.

He was a cruel man of no-name who never took off his armor. The captain, originally not a samurai, was a man of no words and ultimate cruelty.

He was a man who Musashi utterly despised for all these years as leader of the district's rebellion. The same captain responsible for executing all of his closer comrades—no, friends.

Musashi remembered that time as clear as day. The time he was forced to watch the strongest and most loyal of his allies get burned to sunders alive.

His rage boiled, not because the chance to avenge his friends and companions had arrived, but because their killer had abandoned the last ounce of his humanity despite having been a Daemon.

Thus, killing him had become meaningless.

He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and thought long and hard as he gripped his blades tightly. All of his senses drew together in union as energy particles welled up from his body.