He stood in the main keep of Odawara Castle, holding the Thunder Horn high above his head.
And around him—
Countless black threads had already filled the entire hall.
Those were Yura of the Hair's hair.
It was just like back at the Imagawa city.
Blood mist as the medium, hair as the lead.
And still, the Thunder Horn served as the source.
Used to conduct electricity.
"Come,"
Kanbe Hikaru said in a low voice, "let me see where you're hiding."
Thunder surged from the horn, spreading in all directions along those black hairs.
Zzzzz—
Arcs of electricity jumped in the air, illuminating the entire castle.
Those golden scales floating in the air began to burn under the impact of the lightning.
Crackling sounds rose and fell.
Like fireworks.
Or like—the howls of a yokai being driven away.
The sound was as loud as thunder, and it traveled from reality along the countless threads into Hojo Ujiyasu's dream, causing her dream to shake and the dreams of countless others in the city to waver.
Although they hadn't woken up yet,
the dreamscape had already been torn apart from the outside in and from the inside out.
Dreams are electricity.
Therefore, a more powerful electricity could naturally tear them open and shred them.
This was the reason Kanbe Hikaru had entered the dream.
What he entered was never just Hojo Ujiyasu's dream, but the dreams of everyone.
He wanted to break the dream while ensuring no one was hurt and no resentment was left behind.
For this, it was the most suitable method!
"Screech—!!"
A sharp cry immediately came from above.
Kanbe Hikaru turned his head.
He finally saw it.
A giant moth emerged in the vast night sky, its golden wings spanning ten zhang, covered in eerie eye-like patterns.
Those patterns shimmered with a demonic light under the moonlight, as if countless eyes were watching the mortal world.
Gakimaru.
With its dreamscape shaken, it was finally forced out.
Without hesitation, it tried to flee.
But—
"Why do you think I spent time entering the dream to lure you out?"
Kanbe Hikaru smiled. "It was to set this up for you."
Those black hairs weren't just in the main keep.
They had already spread throughout the entire city.
They spread outside the city, onto every path Gakimaru could take to escape.
"Yura of the Hair."
Kanbe Hikaru called out.
"Got it!"
A response came from his bosom, and the hair tightened at the same time.
Like countless hands, they grabbed Gakimaru's wings, antennae, and abdomen in the sky.
"Roar—!"
Gakimaru struggled, golden scales gushing out frantically, but as soon as they emerged, they were burned to ash by the lightning.
Thunder followed the hair, pouring into its body.
"Screech—!!"
Gakimaru shrieked in pain.
Kanbe Hikaru had already leaped up, arriving before it.
Muramasa was unsheathed, the blade light like a strip of silk.
"Though your abilities are troublesome, your constitution is much weaker than the Thunder Beast's."
He said.
Every profession has its specialty; even for demons, this was true.
Especially since Gakimaru was essentially a demon transformed from a moth; his constitution could definitely not be called strong!
As long as his scales were countered.
As long as the Thunder Beast's lightning, which was by no means inferior to his essence, was used to scorch his mental illusion.
The rest would no longer be a problem.
This wasn't Kanbe Hikaru fighting alone at all.
He was borrowing power.
Borrowing the power of the Thunder Beast after its death!
This was also something only Kanbe Hikaru, with the favorability system, could do; as long as there was a bit of favorability, the 'dead object' in his hand would cooperate with his actions to a minimum—at the very least, it would not resist his control.
And so, here.
Another strike.
Gakimaru's head flew off.
Golden scales exploded in the air, like a belated firework.
Then they went out.
In the castle.
Countless sleeping people opened their eyes at the same time.
The nightmare was over.
In the Tenshukaku of the Honmaru.
Hojo Ujiyasu sat up abruptly from the tatami, gasping for breath.
Cold sweat soaked her clothes, and her long hair clung messily to her face.
She had a dream.
But.
Was that a 'dream'?
Rumble!
Outside the window, thunder fell.
In the vast blood mist, a figure seemed to stand on high.
Like a god, like a demon.
Even more, an Oni of the Myriad Phenomena.
-------------------------
If you enjoy this story, you can read 70+ advanced chapters on Patreon!
Webnovel will keep getting 1 new chapter every day but Patreon readers can stay far ahead.
Maybe it's not a big deal now… maybe it will be later.
[email protected]/Rexlent
"And If you're enjoying it, drop a Power Stone for me!"