"Rebellion..."
The elite night thief muttered, his filthy body twisting even more violently as he wielded the broken spear in his hand toward his companion, stabbing!
The deal was sealed!
Kamiya left this turncoat night thief behind and leapt aside, dodging two arrows shot at him. With a somewhat clumsy [Thoughtless Transposition], he staggered in front of another elite night thief.
"Hey..."
Same trick, different thief.
Kamiyagawa had only learned today that the power of words could be more satisfying than swords and knives.
Turning an elite enemy with a single phrase couldn't be any easier.
While Baku was busy taking the Murakuni Demon God away, he flitted about the battlefield, recruiting about twenty elite enemies in one go.
And with the Yomi Army forces, now temporarily bearing the "Kamiya" surname, they moved unhindered in the Shrine, crushing all over the place.
At this time, Baka had finally reached its limit.
