Sure enough, this is not centralized protection, but centralized processing!

　　Time passed little by little.

　　Shortly thereafter it was 10:30 p.m.

　　In the spacious room where Ryota and the others lived, many people were already asleep with their heads propped up on the armrests.

　　On the other hand, Utaha's energy has not faded in the least, and she is flipping through some supernatural materials on the Internet with her mobile phone, as if the more she looks, the more energetic she is.

　　Ryota knew that Utaha was a writer, and that it was normal for writers to stay up late, so he wasn't surprised.

　　Out of boredom, he took out his cell phone to check the information.

　　Especially regarding the information regarding the word [Nightmare] and Tokisaki Kurumi.

　　The conversation he overheard earlier had always been imprinted in his mind.

　　If this world even merged into [Date A Live], it would be troublesome!

　　After all, if a Spirit to fight appeared in the world, the resulting space quake would destroy all matter in an area.

　　Compared to Kayako's one-on-one killing, this is AOE!

　　The kind that kills large areas at once.

　　Ryota can't believe his luck anymore, if there is a space earthquake, he will most likely die.

　　At this time, the sound of dense footsteps suddenly came from outside.

　　Gunfire and screams followed.

　　Ryota immediately stopped searching the web page, and suddenly raised his head to look at the door.

　　Immediately, he put down his cell phone and braced his nerves and entered the battle state!

　　(What happened?)

　　(Grudge is coming?)

　　(Are these people reliable or not?)

　　Ryota has three questions on his mind.

　　He also thought that the official dared to gather everyone for protection because there was a powerful hiding barrier here, which could hide an aura or something.

　　The result... Nothing?

　　Listening to the movement of the battle outside, it is definitely a manifestation of resistance.

　　Is it possible for ordinary people to fight with weapons?

　　Subconsciously, Ryota didn't care about being exposed, and exclaimed in his heart:

　　(Ming Hong Sword!)

　　Immediately, a red light shot out from his high temper, and turned into a strange long sword.

　　The light in the room shone on the sword, but what was reflected was a cold red light.

　　Looking around, Ryota began to intensify his breathing, constantly relieving the tension in his heart.

　　He is still afraid of ghosts.

　　But… Ming Hong's sword gave him courage.

　　In order to survive, he could only desperately overcome his own weakness.

　　"Kasumigaoka Utaha! Pay attention, danger may come."

　　Utaha, who was browsing a webpage on her cell phone, was also awakened by movement outside.

　　Just as Ryota's voice came, she looked up.

　　Then, she saw that in the other party's hand, a murder weapon that seemed to radiate intense malice had appeared.

　　The red light seemed to sting the eyes.

　　"..." Utaha was instantly stunned.

　　What is this?

　　A sword?

　　Why did it suddenly appear?

　　"Concentration! Don't worry about trivial things."

　　Ryota frowned, looked around, and said to the girl.

　　At this time, Utaha's parents also approached.

　　The two of them heard movement outside, the doors and walls simply couldn't stop the roar of the guns.

　　For a moment, they were all taken aback, and panic appeared on their expressions.

　　The same was true for the other people in the room, and panic suddenly spread in the crowd.

　　"How about this?"

　　Mother Utaha lost her usual gentleness and serenity.

　　She glanced at the murder weapon in Ryota's hand from time to time.

　　She didn't ask what it was.

　　Now, the abnormality shown by Ryota gives them a sense of security.

　　"Should those things come, I hope the people outside can take care of it." Ryota replied.

　　In fact, he was hesitating whether to rush out to help.

　　After all, the officials outside were protecting them.

　　Ryota's conscience ached a little when he could hide in and let someone weaker than him sacrifice.

　　Just when he was about to go to help.

　　Very suddenly, the air in the room suddenly became cold!

　　The air is damp on a hot summer night.

　　There was a cold wind blowing inside.

　　The whistling sound entered the ears, making everyone present feel a sinister feeling.

　　(Where!?)

　　Ryota surveyed the entire room like a hawk.

　　The next moment, he suddenly realized that the bodies of Utaha's parents were frozen.

　　Like a puppet on a string, her expression was dull and her body didn't move.

　　The skin of the two of them began to turn white rapidly.

　　That was the phenomenon of freezing after being crushed by the cold!

　　Feeling something in Ryota's heart, his eyes suddenly dropped to the ground.

　　Sure enough, two phantom claws with gnarled skin and sharp nails protruded from the ground, each grabbing Utaha's parent's ankles.

　　A chill quickly spread from the point of contact to the bodies of the two people.

　　The lives of both of them will be gone in two seconds.

　　Just in time.

　　"Die!!!"

　　Ryota shouted loudly!

　　The breath in the lungs was almost exhaled in one breath, shaking the air, like a war hammer hitting a long sword, and a roar opened the airflow ripples.

　　The twenty people in the room were all terrified and subconsciously covered their ears with their hands.

　　And Ryota seemed to temporarily vent all the fear in his body by scolding him.

　　His entire temperament suddenly changed, sharp and piercing.

　　In less than a tenth of a second, he made a daring move and swung his sword towards the ground.

　　At that moment, he seemed to catch a bit of inspiration in his mind.

　　Perhaps it was the strange effect brought about by the Ming Hong Sword, he had normal instincts and found the best sword trajectory.

　　The red sword light flickered.

　　The sword tore through the air.

　　Cut into the floor at the most suitable angle, perfectly avoiding parent Utaha's ankles, and slashed straight at the ghost that was slowly rising from the ground.

Explosion--!

　　A huge sound spread out, and the ground was torn into a two meter long ditch.

　　The floor suddenly cracked and splashed, exposing the concrete underneath, and a lot of concrete shattered along with the floor.

　　Ryota didn't cut off Kayako's arm.

　　Instead, he calculated the approximate position of the opponent's head based on a pair of sharp claws, then chopped it off with a single punch.

　　This sword pierced the ground, exposing Kayako's head, and then split it open.

　　The ghost with messy hair had its head cut in half along with its neck and part of its chest.

　　The cold immediately disappeared.

　　The ghost image became completely transparent in the next second.

　　Until you can't be seen anymore.

　　Utaha's parents fell directly to the ground, and his gray-white skin gradually improved.

　　Even though their bodies were trembling, their faces were pale and bloodless, and they looked extremely weak, their lives were spared in the end.

　　Until then. Utaha, who was next to her, noticed it and rushed to her parents.

　　The anxious emotion made her eyes well up with tears.

　　Ryota ignored the three of them.

　　He judged that the Kasumigaoka family was fine for now.

　　Because the cursed avatar corresponding to the three of them had been killed.

　　(Can touch a ghost! And beheaded with one strike, it's worth a 30,000 point weapon, it's worth it!)

　　There was joy in Ryota's heart.

　　(However, this avatar is very weak. It seems that she has no time to kill and devour souls. This is the most common level, and weaker than those I have encountered before.)

　　After guessing, Ryota strained his nerves again, maintaining a state of combat alert.

　　Because according to the reckoning of time, the source of the curse disaster in this area was most likely the one he encountered.

　　If everything was as he previously suspected, the source would be the shared souls snatched by the other cursed clones.

　　There might be a tough fight later!