Tokyo: The evil god doesn't want to be the top star

Chapter 342: A Feast for Your God

"What do you plan to do next, Your Excellency?"

Xia Fan "obediently" stopped.

Even though he had the blessing of the gods, he was still sweating all over and his breathing was inevitably a little rapid after knocking down a hundred people with two telescopic sticks.

The bangs soaked with sweat hung down in front of her forehead, covering her beautiful eyes...

But his gaze, filled with a hint of murderous intent, was irresistibly fixed on Ji Zi's every move.

"Play... who played with you..."

"If you want her to survive, then you should obediently break your own limbs and fulfill your duty as a 'living sacrifice'..."

Ji Zi's face was stern, his black nails dug deeply into Yayoi Yue's fair skin, but his heart felt as if he had fallen into an icy cave.

Xia Fan's ruthless and indifferent performance is completely different from his performance on the Internet and on stage, making people feel surprised as if "the villain's true face has been revealed".

Now, she had no confidence at all that the other party would give up resistance for the sake of the "hostages" in their hands.

“No…no…don’t…”

Yayoi Tsuki, who was held in Jizi's arms, struggled to squeeze out a few weak syllables from her throat.

After suffering a cerebral infarction caused by the Amabie Scale, her mind became confused and her body and tongue were out of control, but she still had a general understanding of what was happening in the outside world.

Hearing that this strange woman wanted to use her to force Xia Fan to hurt himself, she was so anxious that tears came out of the corners of her eyes, but she was unable to control her body at all.

"Just breaking your limbs?"

"Well, let's start with the left hand..."

Xia Fan slowly stretched out his left hand and raised the black telescopic stick with his right hand, shining brightly under the spotlight...

"Oh? It seems that this woman means more to you than I thought."

Watching Xia Fan's movements anxiously, a happy smile returned to Ji Zi's face.

The moment the iron rod was chopped down at him, Xia Fan pulled his hand away flexibly, and his forearm passed by the iron rod by a hair's breadth.

His right foot quietly kicked towards a huge spotlight beside him...

The spotlight was pointed straight at Jizi, and the strong white light that was originally used as fill light on the side of the stage engulfed her vision!
"Ugh!!!"

As if he was hit by a flash bomb, all that was left in Ji Zi's vision was a vast expanse of white. His eyes, filled with tears, closed uncontrollably.

"You're going to regret this, little brat!"

She screamed with resentment, and pinched Yayoi Tsuki's snow-white neck fiercely with her fingers...

"Click..."

Some kind of metal stick-like object was inserted into her fingers accurately and smoothly, positioning itself perfectly between her nails and Yayoi Tsuki's neck.

"I'm sorry, young master. If I accept your threat, I will regret it."

Xia Fan's cold voice, accompanied by the violent sound of breaking wind, sounded close at hand.

"..."

Before he could regain his sight, a strong fear of death enveloped Jizi...

"Wow..."

Her body collapsed to the ground without hesitation...

In the center of the stage, Xia Fan used the telescopic stick in his hand to slash at a ball of translucent human-shaped liquid, causing water to splash everywhere!
"Just a little bit, you reacted really quickly."

"Yayoi...are you okay...hold on a little longer..."

He gnashed his teeth in displeasure, stretched out his hand to catch the falling Yayoi Tsukishiro, and helplessly watched the liquids gather like living things and disappear under the stage...

"Damn heresy."

Ji Zi's naked, plump and delicate body with black scales and white skin appeared in the audience again, and she looked at Xia Fan on the stage with an embarrassed look.

The Amabie Scale was ineffective, and she and her group of fanatics were no match for Xia Fan in a head-on battle...

Xia Fan, with Yayoi Tsuki, had no way to deal with Jizi, whose body could liquefy at any time and was immune to physical attacks. The situation was deadlocked, and neither of them moved or spoke, thinking about how to win at a high speed.

In the studio, for a moment, the only sounds were the wailing of the believers.

"What... is that so... I will obey the oracle!"

As if he heard something, Ji Zi's eyes were dazed for a moment, and then with a resolute look, he reached down...

"Can you actually... still put it like this..."

As Xia Fan's pupils trembled, the other party took out a scroll from between his legs.

"My dearest family members, my people who believe in Amabie, no matter how strong the heresy is, you can never stop the Lord God from appearing in the world..."

"Because this is what the prophecy has already predicted will happen!"

Speaking solemnly, Jizi unfolded the scroll...

"The gods have sent down new oracles, granting you supreme glory. With your blood fused and your soul transcendent, you will be thrown into the arms of Lord Amabie!"

"k'yarnak uh'e'..."

Her silver teeth bit through her red lips, and blood flowed out of her mouth along with syllables that did not sound like human language.

"k'yarnak uh'e'..."

After hearing Jizi's words, the believers who fell to the ground, no matter if they had broken bones or were bleeding, but were still conscious, their expressions changed from pain to piety and tranquility...

The voices of dozens of people chanting in layers echoed in the dark rain-like fog studio, gradually turning into a language that Xia Fan could understand...

"Hidden is the master of the plague, rising from sleepy eyes, and the mortals fleeing..."

"The ancestor of the plague of the Gwanghae, the mermaid of the end of time, will disperse the frost of your disease and make this place and that place clean."

"Men of the Amabie, come and feast for your god!"

He instinctively sensed that some supernatural power was beginning to boil in the air.

"This seems to be some kind of bad spell?"

"Should we stop it? But..."

Xia Fan's cold eyes swept across the devoutly praying disciples and fanatics, as well as the victims who fell to the ground...

"It's too late. The ceremony is only one step away..."

"With this broken body, I respectfully welcome the gods to appear in the world!"

At the same time, at the end of the prayer, Ji Zi raised his head and looked at Xia Fan deeply.

"With this broken body, I welcome Amabie!"

"With this broken body, I welcome Amabie!"

"With this broken body, I welcome Amabie!"

Those believers shouted fanatically, grabbed the weapons they had used against Xia Fan, and fired at themselves as if they were committing suicide...

Some people who didn't have any weapons at hand even started to ram into the tables, chairs, walls, and the ground...

The breath of life quickly disappeared, and blood gushed out of their bodies, as if pulled by some strange force, gathering and flowing on the ground, quickly forming some kind of huge crimson pattern.

"This is a formation?"

The scene of the fanatic committing suicide and the blood pooling was so stunning that even Xia Fan, who was wearing the "Kazama Manyo" mask, was stunned for a moment.

"This is the Blood Sacrifice Formation..."

Beside me, a voice with a childish tone and simple intonation sounded.

"This 'Amabie' is the 'Great God' that faces believers in his true form. As long as there is enough faith, it is easy to sacrifice the flesh and blood of believers to forge a living body."

Tian Yushen, dressed in a black kimono, stood quietly beside Xia Fan.

(End of this chapter)