Different from orthodox gods, Desolate Imperial Spirits usually had a stubborn side. Like vengeful spirits, they would hold onto the thoughts of their past lives and commit evil in the world.
For Douman Ashiya, the one thing he was obsessed with was — spells.
He had an extreme pursuit and desire for spells.
However, unlike Kurahashi Genji, who hoped for a historical advancement in the field of spells, or Yakamaru, who fervently wanted to prove his own theories, Douman Ashiya wasn't looking forward to the advancement of spells, nor did he want to push forward any theories. He simply wanted to see all sorts of spells clash, clash, and interact with each other.
That would make him feel like he was in the world of the curse, and he would feel satisfied.
If Kurahashi Genji was said to be a politician and military strategist in the curse world, then Yakamaru was said to be an inventor and mad scientist in the curse world, and then Ashiya Michita was said to be a battle maniac in the curse world. He was looking forward to seeing the chaos of the curse world, the power of curses, and the abilities of the cursemancers.
That was why Ashiya Michinoku was quite satisfied with the revolution in the world of spells that had been brought about by the former Tsukuyomi. He was also quite pleased with the modern changes that Rozen had brought about.
It could be said that in this Tokyo that had turned into a ghost town, the only person who sincerely felt joy and love for the current situation was Ashiya Michito.
Seeing the Night of One Hundred Demons descend upon the world, and then seeing multiple gods appear one after another, Ashiya Michio was filled with joy that no one else could understand.
This Desolate Imperial Spirit wanted to stay in this world because it didn't want to leave this world that was filled with the possibility of curses, it had no other desires.
Therefore …
"This time, even this old man can't help but feel his blood boiling."
Ashiya Douman looked up at Rozen and cackled strangely.
"As the instigator of all this, shouldn't thou take some responsibility?"
It wasn't hard to understand what those words meant.
"After so many years, I thought there was no one in the world who could discuss the mystery of spells with this body. Even the boy known as Balrog, at best, his spiritual power is too strong, but it's just" power ", he's still far from the" skill "."
From Ashiya Daoman's words, it was clear that he didn't take Miyazaki seriously at all.
It wasn't that Miyaji Tokio wasn't strong. It was just that Ashiya Douman felt that Miyaji Tokio was only strong. His mastery of incantation techniques wasn't at a level that Ashiya Douman would consider acceptable.
That was the truth.
Although Miyazaki Pan Fu had already comprehended the true essence of the Immovable Ming Of Silla, this was the only curse technique that he could truly bring out. The other aspects of the curse technique were basically no different from an ordinary curse technique user. It was only because his spiritual power was too strong that the power and effect of those curse techniques were increased.
In terms of the variety of spells, skill, mastery of spells, and the ability to use all kinds of spells, let alone Rozen, even if Miyaji fought against the other twelve Divine Generals, he might not necessarily win, and there was a high probability that he would lose.
In this world, there were only a few people who could satisfy Ashiya Douman.
"As the reincarnation of Night Light, the boy from Tuyu Gate must be able to satisfy this old man. The little girl who used to be this old man's Shikigami and shamelessly took a part of this old man's body to study also satisfied this old man. In addition, among the so-called" Twelve Divine Generals ", only the guy named Otomonaga showed a skill that impressed this old man. He once stopped this old man outside the Yin-Yang School when I was performing Shangsi Zairei. These three people are the only ones who can do that."
Ashiya Douman's gaze toward Rozen began to be filled with arrogance.
"Now, there's one more, Yin Yang Master, Earth Imperial Gate Qiu Kan."
That was to say, Rozen was targeted.
The Desolate Imperial Spirit that was doing evil and acting recklessly.
"Could it be that you chose to come here and stand on the side of the Kurahashi Family and the Soma Family just to compete with me?"
Rozen said with a faint smile.
"Hahahaha!" Ashiya Douman's shoulders suddenly trembled, and he laughed cheerfully and said: "Thou art a Yin Yang Master who recreated the night of one hundred demons, with the protection of the gods, and with such a battlefield, if not now, when?"
That was why Ashiya Douman had appeared here, in order to add another flame to this chaotic battlefield, as well as to satisfy his own desire for curse-type combat.
That was the Wild Imperial Spirit, the god of disaster.
One of the two cards that Senji Kurahashi had prepared was this Barren Imperial Spirit.
"Come on."
"Let me see how you compare with Abe no Seimei."
"Don't let this old man down, son of man."
Ashiya Douman began to laugh wildly, and a terrible miasma burst out from his body.
It was like a black torrent gushing out and surging up like a geyser, bursting out with miasma.
"What …!?"
Natsume was taken aback.
"That … that is …!?"
Suzuka inadvertently took a step back.
If one took a closer look, they would see that the surging black stream was spreading out in all directions. It was as if a large swarm of insects had formed a pillar, and they were crawling from the bottom to the top in a chaotic manner before spreading out in all directions. In the blink of an eye, countless demons and monsters were flying in all directions while laughing strangely like Ashiya Daoman. They were densely packed and endless.
They were Spirit-branded Retainers.
There were countless of them, and they were filled with miasma that was different from ordinary people's, and it was obvious that they were a group of Spirit-branded Retainers.
"These …? They're all …!? "
Kyoko also widened her eyes.
But this was nothing to be surprised about.
"Unlike the demons summoned by the masters you serve, these demons and monsters are simple Spirit-branded Retainers created and modified by this old man. Although they're simple, the techniques they use are more ancient than any of you know, and they can't even be found in the Emperor Style. Even Nighteye of the Earth Imperial Sect would have a headache, wouldn't he?"
Ashiya Douman spoke rather happily.
"Demons, ghosts, demons, and monsters killing each other. Just thinking about it makes one feel excited."
Following Ashiya Douman's words, countless demons and monsters flew around like ghosts and surrounded them.
"Akira!"
"Hey!"
"Akira!"
Natsume, Suzuka, and Kyoko simultaneously approached Rozen and shouted.
To this …
"You don't have to do anything, just leave it to me."
Rozen said this without batting an eyelid. He didn't even look at the demons and monsters around him, and only focused on Ashiya Douman.
"Since you're in such a good mood, then before Taira no Masakado descends, I'll let this kid play a spell battle with you."
After saying this, Rozen reached out and snapped his fingers.
In the next moment, from the surroundings of the shrine, countless demons and monsters roared and flew over, fighting with the group of demons and monsters.
For a moment, miasma swept through the area, and the howling of demons and monsters turned the area into hell, full of terror.
Ashiya Douman, however, wasn't shocked. Instead, he was delighted and kept laughing.
"Happy! Happy! Looks like this old man can't be stingy! I have to get serious! "
"Then let thou see this old man's protector!"
"Come out! Ox-head! Horse-face! "
Following Ashiya Douman's summon, two figures appeared beside him.
Looking at the two figures, Rozen raised his eyebrows.
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