National Guardian's Gone and We're Done

Its bloody maw opened wide, dragging him bit by bit into an endless, dark abyss.

"This is bad! There’s something wrong with this blood-red soil! It’s still attacking us!"

At the same time, other Samurai also noticed this extremely dangerous situation.

They cried out in terror, their voices filled with despair and helplessness.

In their panic, they hurriedly raised their Samurai Swords and hacked violently at the ground.

They hoped the sharp blades could sever the connection between the blood-red soil and their bodies,

allowing them to break free from its terrible grasp and escape the clutches of death.

However, when their Samurai Swords sliced easily into the soil,

they discovered in horror that when they tried to pull the swords out,

the entire blade was held fast by the crimson earth.

It was as if they were clutched by a pair of invisible hands from Hell, and no matter how hard they pulled,

they couldn’t budge them in the slightest.

They could only watch helplessly as the crimson soil continued to creep up the blades,

heralding their impending doom.

In the eerie, terrifying pit, the air was frozen with a suffocating fear.

Suddenly, the blood-red soil, which had seemed dormant, stirred as if awakened by a Demon.

It erupted into a violent frenzy without any warning.

Like a surging sea of blood, it moved at a speed that defied the blink of an eye,

instantly and mercilessly swallowing all the nearby Samurai and Ninja.

It all happened so fast,

so fast that it felt like a momentary illusion,

yet the now-empty ground was undeniable proof of their disappearance.

Just a moment later, when those figures reappeared in everyone’s sight,

they had become exactly like their two terrifying comrades from before.

All their clothes and skin had been torn away as if by some evil force,

leaving only their chilling, raw flesh exposed to the air.

The dripping, vivid crimson was especially jarring in the dim light of the pit,

like blood seeping up from the Hell Abyss, every inch of it reeking of death.

It sent a chill down the spine of everyone who witnessed it.

At some point, their eyeballs had been silently eroded by the bizarre, blood-red soil.

They vanished without a trace, leaving only two dark, bottomless sockets

that continuously oozed blood.

The blood trickled slowly down their twisted, deformed cheeks,

drop by drop,

making a faint but distinct DRIP... DRIP... sound in the silent pit.

It was like a countdown to death, each sound striking fear into everyone’s hearts, making their skin crawl.

"You absolutely cannot touch this blood-red soil directly, or you’ll be assimilated before you even realize it."

A Ninja walked slowly to Goto Taiji’s side, his expression grave. His eyes were filled with caution and worry as he warned him.

There was no trace of jest in his tone, only a deep-seated fear of the bizarre situation before them.

"Hmph. You don’t have to tell me. I can see that for myself!"

Goto Taiji’s face was ashen and grim.

His eyes were bloodshot, burning with a fire of anger and anxiety.

He clenched his jaw so hard the muscles in his cheeks bulged slightly,

clearly struggling to suppress the emotions about to erupt from within.

"So what do we do now?"

The others paid no mind to Goto Taiji’s foul attitude.

They knew his mood was at its absolute worst.

After all, they were only in the preliminary preparation phase of this land development project,

yet they had already encountered such an unimaginably difficult situation.

His capable Samurai and Ninja had been lost one after another,

and in the face of this bizarre and inexplicable scene, they didn’t have the slightest clue how to solve the problem.

As the person in charge of this operation, Goto Taiji had to bear the heavy responsibility.

The pressure was enough to make anyone collapse.

Goto Taiji was silent for a long time before taking a deep breath,

as if inhaling all his frustration and helplessness. He then spoke slowly. "This situation is far beyond our capabilities.

I will report this to my superiors exactly as it is and request that they send someone more qualified to handle it.

The few of you will stay here. Don’t make any rash moves for now.

Just keep a close eye on the blood-red soil in the pit and see if it starts to spread outward.

If you see any sign of it spreading, you must report to me immediately. Understood?"

With that, Goto Taiji spun around and strode away.

At the same time, he whipped his phone out of his pocket with lightning speed,

his fingers flying across the screen as he dialed a number.

He pressed the phone tightly to his ear and hurried out of sight,

leaving only the somewhat pathetic sight of his retreating back.

"You all should leave, too."

A Samurai glanced coldly at Zheng Qifeng, Xiang Xiufang, and the others,

his eyes filled with disdain and contempt. "This situation is not something you mortals can get involved in. Staying here will only get in the way and cause more trouble."

"We’ll leave it to you, then."

Zheng Qifeng quickly bowed and scraped, his face a mask of gratitude and relief.

He knew in his heart that this bizarre and horrifying scene was far beyond his comprehension and ability to handle.

The chance to retreat unharmed was a stroke of incredible luck amidst the disaster.

And so,

under Zheng Qifeng’s lead,

the group hurriedly left the place, which reeked of death,

leaving behind the pit, filled with blood and fear, and a few tense Samurai and Ninja who looked as if they were facing a great enemy.

When Chu He leisurely strolled back to the sheet metal hut,

he saw at a glance that Yumizakura had already returned safely.

She was sitting languidly in a chair, elegantly and slowly pouring herself a glass of fresh juice,

her movements relaxed and unhurried, as if nothing unusual had happened in the world outside.

As if everything was still peaceful and serene.

Yumizakura’s face was abnormally pale, without a trace of color,

like a thin sheet of paper drained of all Life Force, exuding an aura of weakness.

On her shoulder, a hideous, bloody gash was particularly striking.

The gash looked like it had been viciously carved by an incomparably sharp blade—

one that could slice through metal like mud.

Blood was already seeping from the wound, soaking her clothes at the shoulder and dyeing them a damp crimson.

The dark red bloodstain looked exceptionally sinister and horrifying under the light.

"You’re injured?"

Chu He asked.

[Author’s Note: Wishing everyone a happy, blissful, healthy, and prosperous 2025!!! Thank you all for your support and for reading!!]