Without the war, the calm of the past has long been restored in the city of Pluto.

Today, however, the tranquility has been broken.

Over the city of Pluto, there are nearly a hundred shadows shrouded in black robes, bringing endless pressure to the people in the city of Pluto.

"Who are these people, anyway?" A priest of the moon flew up to negotiate with the black robes above.

Unexpectedly, he has not yet flown to these black robes, the black robes in front of the people, the mouth has issued a gloomy sneer.

"Even the realm of Shinto is not enough to be my corpse puppet. Kill this guy...