Zuo Dao Becomes a God Starting from American Horror

Chapter 274 Takeminakata's Envoy, Ozunokabe's Power of the Wind God
"Father, do we really have to do this?"

Fushimi Mei stared blankly at the altar and asked his father.

Fushimi nodded, his gaze deep. "We have no choice. If something happens to Mount Fuji, we're all finished. Otherwise, why do you think these old guys could so easily and quickly elect someone willing to reveal their hand?"

"But can gods really still appear now?"

Father, as you told me, the messengers of the demonic gods of the West came to our land on the Black Ships over a hundred years ago. Since then, the gods of Takamagahara, who had long been absent from the world, have completely disappeared. If we could not occasionally sense their divine will, we would probably all think…”

"Shut up!" Fushimi Tsutomu glared at Fushimi Mei with sharp eyes, his expression more serious than ever before.

"The gods are not to be profaned. How could you, as the chief priest of Fushimi Inari Shrine, have such thoughts? Go back and be confined for three months!"

Seeing his son lower his head, he softened his tone and said, "I know what you mean. I can tell you responsibly that the gods have not fallen. We, the chief priests of major shrines and the abbots of famous temples, can basically sense the gods, so you don't need to worry about this ceremony failing."

“You shouldn’t be worrying about these things right now. You should go and help them set up the illusion barrier. This battle isn’t going to be easy. If the scope of the attack is too large, it will be difficult to explain to the people. Do you want to go up there and bow down to apologize?”

Fushimi Mei looked up in surprise.

The battle isn't that easy?
Fushimi smiled. "You don't actually think that summoning a god will allow you to deal with this god in the volcano, do you? This is just a display of our power to pave the way for the negotiations to come."

Actually, there were some things he didn't tell his son.

The situation was far less optimistic than he had described. Although he could vaguely sense the presence of the gods, they were indeed no longer able to descend to earth.

Even the current altar summoning ritual only summons the pseudo-divine power that the shrine has accumulated over the past hundred years through the sacred pillars.

The sacred pillars, which support the structure of a shrine, are imbued with sacred meaning and are believed to contain the power of the gods and protect the shrine.

Defeating a god is no easy task.

If something goes wrong in this process, then...

Hopefully, the god in the volcano is just a false god.

It doesn't make sense that Western supernatural deities, which sweep across the world, would overlook such a powerful righteous god. There might be other issues involved...

But he had no time to think it through; the sacrificial ceremony had officially begun, and the illusion barrier rose at that moment.

The altar emitted an eerie red light.

The red light was so ominous that it immediately evoked the image of bloodshed and disaster, as if it were inherently associated with blood, war, and calamity.

An extremely oppressive aura began to emanate from the altar and spread outwards.

Even though there was no wind, the upright weeds all bent over at that moment, and even the big trees began to rustle and shed leaves.

Needless to say, the people were all kneeling down, and some of the weaker ones were even trembling.

The only two people who could stand were the chief priest of Suwa Shrine and the shrine's priestess.

Repressed.

An overwhelming sense of oppression.

It was in this oppressive atmosphere that a pillar of red light appeared, enveloping everyone and standing tall on the earth!

Upon closer inspection, one can see that the pillar of light has intricate patterns and numerous decorations, resembling a scaled-up sacred pillar made of wood.

ka ka ka-

The crimson light solidified, and a ferocious monster, tens of meters long, resembling both a snake and a dragon, appeared in mid-air. Its eyes were chaotic and lifeless, devoid of any reason. Its body moved swiftly, and each movement in the air carried an inexplicable divine charm. Anyone who saw it at first glance would recognize it as Takemikazuchi.

A god of war, a god of war, a god of hunting, a god of agriculture, and a god of wind.

"Roar!!!"

The terrifying roar caused a great wind to sweep through the area, uprooting trees and crushing mortals with stones. Even those from the mystical realm trembled at this moment, unable to look directly at the scene.

However, the ritual is not over yet.

The priest of Suwa Shrine took out a knife and stabbed it into the shrine maiden's arm. Crimson blood flowed out, and the shrine maiden's eyes flashed red, exactly like Takeminakata flying in the sky.

"Go, capture the evil god in Mount Fuji!"

The priest addressed the shrine maiden.

next moment.

The Takeminakata, floating in the sky, roared as it headed towards Mount Fuji.

In Mount Fuji.

Carrie frowned as she watched the long snake flying through the sky.

She felt something was off about the other person.

The essence of life seems very high, capable of crushing oneself, but the power is superficial and even extremely weak. It appears to be powerful, but in reality, it is just average.

The power was chaotic and scattered, and there was no sense of control whatsoever.

Intuitively, although the other party gave him a sense of threat, the sense of lethality was not great, which seemed somewhat unworthy of the title of a true god.
"Never mind, even if you really are a god, if you dare to interfere with Louis's seclusion, I will kill you without hesitation."

Carrie's eyes flashed with a white light.

A powerful surge of psychic energy propelled the scorching red-black magma skyward.

boom! !

Magma becomes a spear, piercing towards the dragon and snake!
A sudden gust of wind swept through, and the scales stood on end.

The gale clashed with the power of thought.

Its scales and armor are resistant to the scorching heat of magma.

The rising white steam filled the air, as if creating patches of cloud and mist.

Dragons and snakes flew out from the clouds, their expressions furious and ferocious.

Just like the "fat man" of yesteryear, it fell straight into Mount Fuji.

"idiot!"

"What are you doing, old man?!"

"We sent you to capture that evil god, not to fight it in Mount Fuji. If Mount Fuji explodes, none of us will survive!"

"Fly!"

"You bastard! You son of a bitch!"

"..."

A group of people were in chaos, and some tried to go up and interrupt, but they were repelled by the red light around the altar and could not get close.

The chief priest of Suwa Shrine remained unmoved, his eyes flashing with madness. "What do you know!"

"I'm gambling, gambling that the god won't dare to make Mount Fuji erupt right now. Since he chose to enter Mount Fuji, he must have a purpose. If I don't do this, then tell me, how am I supposed to drag that evil god out of Mount Fuji!"

"You can't just gamble with our lives like that!"

"Hmph, this gamble was worth it, you bunch of guys without any samurai spirit!"

???

A group of people stared at him in disbelief.

Please, we're all religious people, when did we get involved with Bushido?

Isn't that stuff even more brainwashing than religion?

You really believed it?
Well, it's not impossible. After all, their obsessive gambling mentality is ingrained in their bones. They've gambled on the fate of the nation several times, and they've never seemed to regret it.

However, the looks of disbelief from most of the people made him a little embarrassed. "Anyway, this is the only way I have. If you guys can do it, then you do it."

"Trust me, my judgment is definitely correct..."

next second.

A black dot suddenly flew out from Mount Fuji, accompanied by the dragon-snake.

Almost as if swept away by some powerful force, he was thrown backward, his entire body flung out and spinning in the air.

"Look! I won the bet! That guy's out!"

Ok?
The group of old men were all stunned.

Could it be that this old man actually made the right bet?
The chief priest of Suwa Shrine smiled broadly, "I'm going to have a good fight with that guy now, but our shrine's sacred pillars don't have much divine power stored up, so would you like to provide some support? Otherwise..."

"That...that makes sense, then let's give you some." "Yes, I can..."

"Come out my ass! That guy's still in Mount Fuji!" Fushimi suddenly cursed, his old face filled with rage.

"Suwa Yori, you bastard!"

???

Suwa Yori looked up in disbelief.

But the black dot in the sky that was battling Takeminakata was actually a woman! A blonde woman!
According to the intelligence gathered earlier, the man was the one in charge of the relationship...

This woman is clearly a protector!

Suwa Yori hurriedly ordered the priestesses to intensify their attack on him. He needed to deal with this guardian as soon as possible and then go find Louis, the evil god.

pity.

This dragon and serpent had no divine will whatsoever; it was merely a shell of its former self. Even its attacks were extremely clumsy and disorganized, failing to demonstrate any of the skills expected of a martial god.

Not to mention the divine authority it wielded.

It possesses a power level approaching that of a Grand Demon, but lacks the corresponding combat strength.

If it didn't possess some divine power, Carrie would probably have been able to dismantle this fake by paying a price.

The more I look.

The group of old guys broke out in a cold sweat.

"What do we do now? We can't even defeat their protector. What will happen when that evil god appears...?"

"What else can we do but bring out all our best-kept secrets!"

"Well, that's all we can do, damn Suwa Yori."

"..."

A group of monks began chanting sutras, and wisps of white light imbued with their will emanated from the tops of their heads, converging in mid-air. In the dim light, the image of an angry deity was taking shape.

The Onmyoji took out a small black statue. As soon as it was taken out, an extremely dark and terrifying aura swept across the entire area.

Fushimi Mei couldn't help but shiver and moved away.

He recognized it; it was the legendary statue of Ennosaku, the founder of Japanese Shugendo, whose full name was Kamo Ennosaku.

He lived more than a thousand years ago. He was exceptionally talented and founded Shugendo, which was originally a branch of Buddhism and was known as Mountain Buddhism. However, it was later mixed with Yin-Yang arts. His descendants were the teachers of Abe no Seimei.

En no Ozuno is a cunning and treacherous person who has restrained and insulted a deity, which makes him unpopular and ostracized. Even the Onmyoji are wary of him.

The statue of Ennozuno is rumored to contain a portion of Ennozuno's power; anyone who comes into contact with it will gain power but also be cursed.

It often turns into misfortune.

He had heard that several decades ago, the Onmyoji had accidentally found this cursed object.

I never expected that the Onmyoji would dare to bring this thing here.

As Fushimi Naru retreated, the Onmyoji were also trembling. They were also afraid of this thing, because it was too evil, and most of the people who had come into contact with it had died tragically.

Even purifying it at a shrine was useless; it even nearly killed a priest.

Put it on the ground.

A group of people began to use their spiritual power to transfer the energy.

hum!
The small horn statue began to tremble and emit a faint black light.

At the very moment the statue began to glow, in Tomisato City, Chiba Prefecture, not too far from Tokyo, a dry well began to emit a large amount of black energy representing misfortune and powerful resentment.

sizzle...

A dark aura began to permeate the videotape.

……

The monks were gathering the image of the Wrathful King, the Onmyoji were activating the cursed statue, and even the others were using their own methods.

But Fushimi's expression was still grim.

"Damn it, these methods might not work. If only Higa Kotoko were here."

"Hey! Suwa Yoshimi!"

"Give it your all! At least take down the protector!"

On the altar.

Suwa Yori gritted his teeth, drew his dagger, and slashed the shrine maiden twice more. Looking at the shrine maiden's pale lips, Suwa Yori's face twisted in pain.

"Daughter, I'm sorry, please bear with me a little longer, it will be over soon, it will be over soon."

The priestess's eyes were lifeless, and she remained silent.

As the priestess's blood was drained in large quantities.

The surrounding red light completely entered the priestess's body and transformed into the dragon and snake in the sky.

Call ~
As if blown by the wind, it doubled in size, and the entire body of the dragon-snake grew to nearly a hundred meters in that instant.

"Roar!!!"

The extreme gale condensed into a wind gun.

this moment.

The gale had turned azure; with just one glance, the words "sharp" and "indestructible" automatically came to mind.

This wind gun has already utilized a trace of the Wind God's authority!
This attack barely possessed the power of a Great Demon.

Whoosh!
The air gun shot out.

Carrie gritted her teeth, gathering all her psychic power, layer upon layer, until in the blink of an eye, it transformed into a hundred-layered psychic shield.

However, she also reserved a portion of her mental energy so that she could fly away from here at any time.

She wasn't stupid; the wind gun in front of her was clearly abnormal, and her mental shield might not be able to block it.

Naturally, one should reserve some resources as a backup plan.

as predicted.

Under the thrusts of that cyan wind spear, the mental shield was like paper, utterly powerless, and was pierced layer by layer.

This is not her fault, nor is it because she is weak, but because of the power of authority.

Those who are not of the same level are simply not worthy of fighting against it.

and so……

Let's replace it with something that can compete with it.

I don’t know when.

Fist-sized, blood-red lotus flowers appeared in the sky. The lotus flowers were extremely beautiful, with each petal containing hidden patterns; one could look closely...

No.

That wasn't just a lotus flower; it was a burning flame!
The color of fire was like blood!

Every moment the flames burned, they bloomed like lotus flowers, enveloping all living beings, with countless sinners hanging from each petal!

Their sins are being burned away day and night.

Sacred, judgment, burning, purification...

The human world is like a prison, a place of karmic fire and red lotus.

The azure wind spear, imbued with authority, was blocked by a crimson lotus flower at this moment, as the purifying, burning, and destructive power clashed with each other.

But there's more than one lotus flower here!
Wow! !

At this moment, countless crimson lotus flowers bloomed in the sky.

(End of this chapter)