Before he could say anything more, Roger's body had already vanished from the spot, reappearing behind an onmyoji.
Roger's gaze was calm, but the weapon in his hand expressed his attitude at the time.
He slapped his left hand onto the onmyoji's head, firmly imprisoning them in his grasp, and with his other hand, he held the Sword of Destiny horizontally and thrust it from the helpless onmyoji's right ear through to the left.
"Puchi!"
"Crack!"
Roger slowly twisted the Sword of Destiny in his hands, its sharp blade stirring, blood gushing from the wound on the onmyoji's head.
These onmyoji weren't strong fighters. At full power, Roger was confident he could kill any one of them in a single encounter.
However, when these people combined their special Onmyoji Techniques together, the defense they formed became quite troublesome.
By now, the barrier had been set, and they had expended too much strength, providing Roger with the opportunity to swiftly vanquish one of them!
