I teach kendo in Tokyo

"So, so big..."

Hearing Qingliu say how big it was, Kazuma glanced at her chest subconsciously.

Of course he knew what Qingliu was talking about, but he subconsciously looked at Qingliu's steel plate.

"I don't think it's serious anymore, it's just like..." Kurosaki muttered.

Kazuma: "It feels like the Parthenon was moved here?"

Not only Seiryu and Kurosaki were stunned, but even Kazuma was a little stunned.

The lobby of Kuki Office has a huge dome supported by twelve thick pillars, and its internal space is large enough to fit a standard baseball field and auditorium.

As for why it is the Greek Parthenon, it lies in the twelve Roman style stone pillars that support the dome.

Having said that, it is impossible to cram a space as spacious as the Parthenon into a four-story building in a pocket version of the Japanese island country. First of all, it is impossible from a common sense of physics.

While everyone had strong doubts about their sense of space, a melodious Japanese song suddenly sounded.

As the songs of Japanese songs echoed in the empty hall, a group of dancing figurines wearing Noh masks came out from behind the huge pillars and danced to the songs of Japanese songs in front of everyone.

Half a beat after the dancing figurines, another group of armored warriors wearing Prajna ghost faces came out, holding swords and waving in conjunction with the dancing figurines. The wonderful singing and dancing of the Noh-faced dancing figurines and the Ghost-faced warriors, coupled with the background of the Western-style stone pillar dome, formed an incredible, dreamlike and strange scene in front of everyone.

"Hey, this doesn't look like a temporary rehearsal."

Qingliu blinked and looked at the Japanese singing and dancing in front of him in surprise. These words were spoken by a former rock girl and top music student, which is enough to prove that those songs and dances were not the product of just fooling people.

"How should I put it? It feels so unreal from the beginning." Kurosaki frowned and looked at the surroundings, subconsciously holding on to the short stick.

"Tsk, Chang An Di?" Kazuma couldn't help but clicked his tongue.

Whether it was the structure of the office that transcended the laws of space or the classical singing figurines dancing leisurely in front of him, they were all out of touch with the common sense of this world, and reminded him of the Chang'an Lake occupied by catfish spirits.

Judging from the situation in front of him, there is a high probability that Kuki Office will become a place of constant darkness like that, but this is also in his and Tamamo's speculation.

"Be careful, the rules of Chang An's rule are different from those of the current world."

Kazuma reminded the two of them in a deep voice, and reached out to pull Masamune out.

There was a "hissing" sound when Zhengzong was unsheathed. Almost at the same time, the music in the hall suddenly changed, switching from melodious Japanese songs to the violent and violent sound of the Samadhi line.

Almost at the same time, the Noh-faced dancer figurines and the Ghost-faced warriors dancing in front changed their stance and came towards everyone.

"Qingliu, don't be distracted!"

The sharply changing sound of the piano made Seiryu temporarily distracted. Kazuma, who was well prepared, dragged Seiryu away and slashed at the oncoming ghost-faced samurai with his sword.

The Samurai Etachi blocked Masamune, but was immediately kicked away by Kazuma.

The kicked warrior received a series of blows from the teeth before landing, and then turned into black smoke and dissipated with a low howl.

"is fake?"

"not real!"

Kurosaki who answered was blocking the dancing figurine's spear with a short stick. The spear thrust by the dancing figurine is extremely sharp, and its strength is not inferior to that of a strong warrior.

Kurosaki felt the impact reaching his shoulders, while recalling the time when he and Genji Shigehiro faced each other at the Fukuzai Building.

"These guys look fake, but they will really hurt you if you get stabbed! Don't be soft!"

Kurosaki said this and flew his spear, then fired several spears with his hand. The spear shot shattered the Noh mask of the dancing figurine, and the dancing figurine turned into black smoke and disappeared without a trace like the previous samurai.

"Tch! You pretentious bastard!"

Although Seiryu is afraid of ghosts, she has no objection to opponents with swords that can be used universally. With a low voice, he pulled out the Sustained Rain, used the lightning to bully the enemy, and unleashed a slash that was almost touching the ground, instantly wiping out the three shadow warriors.

"Don't get too entangled with the minions and charge forward!" Capture the thief first and capture the king first. The most important thing is to deal with Shige Hongyuanji!

Kazuma said solemnly, and then he waved Masamune and rushed forward. Upon seeing this, Seiryuu followed closely with Suishi Qingyu.

The two Japanese swords along the way, the Spirit Sword Masamune and the Suspension God's Seiyu, were responsible for the team's main output, while the weapons expert Kurosaki swept the formation from behind, seizing the opportunity to launch a wonderful auxiliary attack from time to time.

The three people who were supposed to be cooperating for the first time actually cooperated very well. Along the way, the dancing warriors and shadow warriors kept popping up from behind the pillars, but they were immediately killed by the three of them like chopping melons and vegetables.

When the three finally rushed through the twelve pillars and reached the other end of the hall, they roughly estimated that they had killed three figures of shadow puppets.

This number can be said to be far more than an ordinary Ji Dao weapon fight. Even Kazuma's arms were sore from being chopped, and Seiryu, who was weak in physical strength, leaned against the wall and gasped.

When she was exhausted, Haruyu's movements became harder, leaving minor cuts and bruises on her left arm and shoulder. At this time, Kurosaki was bandaging her with skillful techniques.

Kazuma glanced at Kurosaki and thought that in addition to being a top-notch support player, he could also be a nurse. He was truly an all-round player and a treasure for killing monsters in groups.

"It seems that the other party wants to fight a war of attrition. The police department is here to help."

Kurosaki, who noticed Kazuma's gaze, raised his head and said.

"Ah, after all, we have invaded his lair, so it is natural that we will fight tooth and nail."

Kazuma shrugged his shoulders and looked at the empty hall over there. After all, Genji Shigehiro is also an ancient demon who can talk to Tamamo, so the arrangement in front of him should be said to be what he expected.

Although they don't know what arrangements will be made next, they can only try to make decisions as they go. Seeing that Seiryu's breathing had recovered over there, Kazuma immediately moved his gaze to the back of the hall.

"gone."

**

Kazuma thought that walking through the hall would usher in another round of attrition, but unexpectedly it turned out to be an exceptionally peaceful journey.

The three of them walked forward along the corridor. When they realized that the boundaries of the corridor on both sides had disappeared, a fairly open plain landform appeared in front of them.

The original corridor turned into a loess road extending towards the plain. Kurosaki looked down at the grass and flowers swaying in the wind beside the dirt road and couldn't help but take a breath.

"I have never seen anything so outrageous in my life. If I hadn't followed the police department to come in, I would have doubted whether I had gone crazy."

"Well, there's nothing wrong with a bigger picture. After all, the world beyond our common sense does exist." Kazuma shrugged.

There was nothing wrong with what he said, but Kazuma knew that he felt a little bit stubborn.

The Changan Land created by Genji Shigehiro is obviously not on the same level as the Great Lake occupied by the Catfish Spirit, and he cannot predict what will happen next.

"I think that thing has gone beyond the level of pattern and no pattern, right?"

At this time, Qingliu, who was looking up into the distance, suddenly spoke in an almost ethereal tone and raised his hand to point forward.

Everyone looked along the square corner she pointed at, and then their eyes widened, with expressions of disbelief and fuck-you on their faces at the same time——

I saw a huge castle towering like a mountain at some point in front of the dirt road.

The bottom of the castle is built with a high wall of hard bluestone, and the upper part is a city with white walls and ink tiles. Its contour shape is similar to the Osaka Castle built by Toyotomi Hideyoshi, but it is much larger in scale.

That towering volume, like the Empire State Building, makes people wonder whether such a thing can exist in reality?

"Hey, what the hell is that?"

"It's Osaka Castle...no, it's much bigger in scale!?"

"Kazuma, we must not be dreaming, right?"

The sight before them, which was far beyond common sense, had an indescribable impact on the spirits of Seiryu and Kurosaki, and even Kazuma couldn't help but turn pale. He really didn't expect that the other party would actually build a castle! ? If the previous able-faced dancing figurines and shadow warriors were still at a somewhat manageable level, the magnificent castle in front of them completely exceeded that level. To use an analogy, it's probably like a Yakuza gang suddenly throwing a strategic nuclear bomb to clear the area during a fight.

"damn it."

Kazuma gritted his teeth and felt very annoyed in his heart.

The Dream-Eating Tapir is a monster that is good at manipulating dreams, and it is also an ancient great monster that was the same generation as Tamamo.

Although he knew this before he attacked, the formation put up by the opponent was still far beyond his expectation - the appearance of the majestic castle was enough to prove that Jiugui Office had indeed become a dark place, and as Meng Yuan The master of the village, Genji Shigehiro, has what he wants here, and his power is almost endless.

So now it is no longer a question of how to fight, but whether this kind of cross-level confrontation is still possible?

Kazuma raised his eyes and looked up, and his extraordinary vision allowed him to easily see the details of the towering castle.

I saw that the castle was heavily guarded by soldiers armed with long swords and fire guns, and at the top of the castle tower, Genji Shigehiro, dressed in rich clothes, was leaning on the railing and looking over.

There is also a little girl in a kimono on the castle tower. Genji Shigehiro would lower his head and say a few words to her from time to time. When he reached out to point, Genji Shigehiro's eyes accidentally met Kazuma's, and then he smiled and raised his hand slightly.

Following Genji Shigehiro's movements, the deafening sound of war drums sounded from the castle, and the towering castle that came to life shook the earth like a roaring giant.

In front of the astonished people, the castle gate suddenly opened, and then tens of thousands of troops poured out of the castle gate into a black tide.

The troops who rushed out of the castle gathered on the plain ahead. Among them were ashigaru holding spears and generals on horseback. The number of fully armed legions almost covered the plain as far as the eye could see.

"Hey hey..."

Everyone was shocked speechless.

At the top of the castle, Genji Shigehiro bowed attentively like a hospitable host, and then turned back to the castle tower.

The little girl beside him was also pulled back by the maid, but she looked at the figure far below with some reluctance.

In the girl's field of vision, the troops covering the plain were changing their formations with the sound of war drums, slowly spreading to both sides, majestically arranging a formation to annihilate the encirclement.

Ma Sha muttered: "Is this the big monster?"