Urban Immortality: I Raised a Female Prime Minister in Tokyo

Chapter 273 "I'll feed you something else."

In a manor somewhere in North America.

An old Taoist wearing a linen robe and a Taoist bun was pinching his fingers to tell fortunes, sitting cross-legged in a large formation.

Soon after, he put away the hexagram, closed his eyes, and shook his head: "Not this. It hasn't come yet."

"Master." A middle-aged man in a white suit came over with a cell phone and knelt beside him. "It's those Protestant guys calling."

The old Taoist ignored him and said calmly with his eyes closed: "Why are you so slow these days? It's just that I lost a small black flag. Why are you working so slowly?"

"Master, without that magic weapon, the collection of war spirits in the battlefields of Ukraine and Israel has slowed down a lot." The middle-aged man said in a low voice while crawling on the ground.

"Don't you know how to put all your disciples to work? You only know how to play with women?" The old Taoist said with a hint of coldness: "If it weren't for my old face and handing over that little black flag, would you still be alive?"

"Although that fellow Daoist is lower in seniority and realm than me, he has made it this far in this world. It seems that he is much stronger than me. It's good enough that you can come back alive after provoking him."

"Yes, Master. I'll send them all out right away." The middle-aged man paused and held up his phone: "Master, here's the number."

"I won't answer the phone. Please tell that Protestant archbishop that the location of my divination is exactly right."

"It's time for him to pay off his balance. If he doesn't, I'll come to his house to collect it."

Somewhere on an ice floe in Antarctica.

An old man with bare arms, wearing shorts and bare feet was holding a fishing rod.

The handle is made of bamboo.

There is a hemp rope tied to the handle.

At the other end of the thin fishing line was a nearly 20-meter-long blue whale, angrily spewing out a ten-meter-high column of water.

The old man just glanced at the sky in the direction of Japan, scratched his armpit with his other hand, and continued to skate the blue whale as if it was none of his business.

Protestantism, Islam, Catholicism, and Eastern Orthodoxy.

The Holy Spirit Lords walked out of the barriers of their own incense paradise and looked at Japan from afar.

"Parasite Night."

“It’s the Messiah.”

"What is it this time? Is it the Creator or the Judge?"

"No, neither of them, it's the fosterer, it's actually the fosterer!!!"

"Find the Messiah and destroy him, don't let Judaism get him!!"

"Looks like we need to speed up our plan to enter the Japanese Divine Kingdom!!"

Oracles were sent down from their respective heavens of incense.

Messiah, the soul of the nurturer, lives parasitically in Tokyo.

Find it and destroy it.

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The whole of Tokyo was in ruins.

Tokyo's landmark, Tokyo Tower, fell to the ground and broke into two pieces.

All large buildings, including the Imperial Hotel in Tokyo, have collapsed.

All floors were destroyed, leaving only broken frames.

Hundreds of Shinto shrines were burned to the ground.

Couldn't find a complete facility.

All the priests were killed and their bodies piled up in Tokyo's Imperial Palace Square.

This huge green square in front of the Tokyo Imperial Palace is the size of several football fields.

At this time, the place was filled with the corpses of priests and ordinary residents, their internal organs removed and arranged in a strange symbol.

The rest of the former green space in the square was now covered in black, dried blood and various rotten offal.

Densely packed people in black robes surrounded the huge corpse symbol and chanted loudly.

The incomprehensible syllables vibrated in the space and became a mysterious force that was transmitted out.

The bodies and limbs of these black-robed men were hidden in the black robes, and their heads were also covered in hoods, from which occasionally a few blue whiskers floated out.

The space is constantly producing ripples.

Fang Zuo stood by and watched all this miserable happening.

Indifferent and speechless.

He looked towards the spire of Tokyo Tower that had collapsed beside him.

The huge electronic clock on the top of the tower is still ticking.

Fang Zuo's pupil contracted violently.

The time is: December 2030, 12.

The loudspeakers on Tokyo Tower were still broadcasting.

Nanchuan Jingzi's voice was intermittent, sometimes high and sometimes low, echoing:

Tokyo, New York, and Paris have fallen one after another. Our Prime Minister Shiraishi.
Fang Zuo was about to take a step.

There was a wave behind him.

Three guys in black robes suddenly appeared behind Fang Zuo, and two light blades spewing white flames emerged from their sleeves.

He suddenly jumped up and slashed towards Fang Zuo.

The scene ended instantly.

Total darkness.

Fang Zuo slowly opened his eyes.

The vortex in the Tokyo sky has disappeared.

All disturbances have returned to normal, and the whole of Tokyo is bustling with activity.

Nothing happened.

This freezing of time and space only lasted for a dozen seconds.

Ordinary people in Tokyo did not notice anything unusual.

Those high-level psychics didn't know what was going on. They observed for a while and then went back to their houses. Later, they gradually found out through the forces behind them.

Messiah, the almighty prophet of Judaism.

Landed in Tokyo.

Title: The Nurturer.

After Judaism split into Christianity, Catholicism, Islam and Orthodoxy.

The Messiah was given different identities in their doctrines.

But in Judaism, Messiah is the Messiah.

Fang Zuo's soul was at the place closest to the vortex, and in just a dozen seconds, he saw a picture that he could not understand.

Fang Zuo recalled the scene he had just seen.

I seemed to see the future.

What are those people in black robes?
But why did Tokyo become a ruin in just six years?

It's like experiencing a nuclear war.

Even the whole world is the same.

He had not misheard the voice of Keiko Minamikawa on the radio. This beautiful woman had always wanted to invite him out.

The cities she mentioned had already fallen, which meant that it wasn't just Tokyo.

Our Prime Minister Shiraishi?

Fang Zuo remembered her last words.

Prime Minister Shiraishi!

Nagimitsu Shiraishi?

Fang Zuo felt a surge of irritation in his heart.

He suddenly realized something.

What if my Nascent Soul didn’t come to the basement in Tokyo after I failed to pass the tribulation?

Go anywhere, even if it's a little bit off.

Shiraishi Nagimitsu is already dead at this moment.

Is it a coincidence?

Fang Zuo didn't think any more, stood up and walked out of the inner room.

Zhang Benhe and the old monk were sitting cross-legged outside.

"Master Fang."

"Master Fang."

The two men stood up quickly when they saw Fang Zuo coming out.

"Congratulations to Master Fang for taking another step forward." The old monk could clearly feel the strong Buddha power in Fang Zuo's body. It was obvious that the clay statue of Acala that had been passed down had worked.

But he couldn't figure out how a Taoist used the power of Buddha, and he didn't dare to ask.

"I want to thank you Buddhists. If you need any help in the future, just let me know." Fang Zuo said with a smile, "Just lend me Sakyamuni's relics. You sell everything anyway."

The old monk's face froze, he didn't dare to answer, he could only smile and flatter himself.

"How long has it been?" Fang Zuo asked.

"Master, it's been three days." The old monk replied.

"Why aren't you going back?" Fang Zuo frowned. "Why, there's money to be made here?"

"Master, there is a Shaolin Temple performance troupe that came with me and is in Tokyo. They haven't finished their performance yet." The old monk smiled awkwardly.

"Master Fang, what was the vortex in the sky just now?" Zhang Benhe asked respectfully.

"I don't understand it either." Fang Zuo shook his head: "But I saw something else. You should practice well. If you don't want to die too early!"

"Yes!" Zhang Benhe nodded and said yes.

Fang Zuo didn't continue speaking. He was eager to visit Tokyo Women's University.

The power in the vortex finally fell into the hands of Tokyo Women's University.

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North America.

The headquarters of the Protestant Church.

A nun in a black robe and white stockings had a painful expression on her face, with a bright red blush on her face.

The archbishop sat in front of the Vatican table and reached his big hands into the clothes of the black-robed nun next to him and grabbed her fiercely.

Another nun in a black robe was squatting under the table.

"It seems that everything is correct. The Messiah's parasitic point is at Tokyo Women's University." The archbishop held the scepter in his other hand and pounded it hard.

On the huge screen in front of her, Saeko was using her iPad to chat with her on the video.

She had evidently just come out of the shower, and was sitting on her knees in a white bathrobe.

There was still a blush on her face from the hot water.

"But Your Majesty, we haven't been able to contact the true spirit of the Holy Lady at Tokyo Women's University for a long time." Saeko lowered her head and said softly, "She has also not been able to discover the identities of the Jewish believers at Tokyo Women's University who are welcoming the Messiah."

"Obviously, her mission failed. I even wonder if there's something wrong with the Saint's body."

The archbishop's scepter tapped rhythmically on the marble floor, his brow furrowed. "Don't worry about this for now. I'll take care of it. How are the negotiations regarding your succession to the Japanese throne going?"

"I'm sorry, Archbishop. After several rounds of negotiations and pressure from Washington, they still refuse to cede the throne to me, citing my Protestantism as an excuse," Saeko said.

"However, in exchange, as long as the news of my brother contracting AIDS is kept secret, they agreed to grant me the title of Imperial Princess, which can be considered as regaining some of the royal power."

"Being a royal prince isn't enough. This little power won't change the foundation of the Japanese Divine Kingdom." The archbishop's expression suddenly tensed, then he revealed a look of relief. "Keep trying to gain more power, Saeko. The Protestant Church has done enough for you. Now is the time for you to give back."

"I understand, Your Majesty, I will not let God's mercy on me go to waste." Saeko nodded. "I will seize the time to implement the next step of my plan."

"That's good. You are truly a good child of the Lord." The Archbishop nodded. "But hurry! Time is of the essence. The Messiah has arrived, and the Core of the Planes will soon appear. Everything is just as the oracle foretold."

"Also, how is the surveillance of Abe Nozaki going? Is she the Japanese woman mentioned in the oracle?" "Your Majesty, I was just about to report to you," Saeko said. "Through several close observations and failed assassination attempts against Abe Nozaki, we've confirmed that there's a powerful figure hiding in her villa."

"He was extremely powerful. Although the skills of those assassins varied, they were all killed instantly. I think the three disciple knights probably died at his hands."

"Powerful figure." The Archbishop poked the nun under the table with his staff. The nun, clad only in a white silk jumpsuit, cleaned up knowingly. "How powerful is he? The three Disciple Knights are already S-rank, and he's SS+? Or SSS?"

Saeko looked hesitant and said softly, "Based on the results of the assassination attempt by the three Disciple Knights, the time analysis, the subsequent long-distance investigation of the scene, and the outcomes of the previous hired assassins, this powerful individual should be at least SSS level, or even higher."

"If he's higher than SSS, then he's a sub-god, is that possible?" The Archbishop took a deep breath. "If that's the case, without the Holy Spirit, there's no way to destroy him."

"Your Majesty, this confirms that Abe no Suzu is the Japanese woman mentioned in the oracle, isn't it?" Saeko raised her head, her eyes sharp. "Otherwise, how could she occupy such a large space in the prophecy and occupy such an important position in the future..."

"You have a point, Saeko!" The Archbishop nodded. "But the price of allowing a Holy Spirit to descend upon Tokyo, Japan, is too high."

"Your Majesty, although we several religions do not get along, but eliminating this important woman is not the responsibility of Protestantism alone. I think we can contact other religions." Sa Rongzi lowered her head with a calm expression, paused, and said:

"Besides, don't we have a body in Tokyo? Since the Saint's true soul has disappeared for so long and we can't contact it, it's better not to..."

"Are you talking about Taomu Xiangzhinai?" The Archbishop slowly closed his eyes and thought: "I will think about it. You should go and do your work first."

"Yes, Your Majesty." Saeko turned off the iPad video.

A smug expression appeared on her charming face.

If the Holy Spirit of Heaven really descends to Tokyo and possesses the saint, then death will be what awaits the saint Momoki Kanona.

The powerful Holy Spirit will destroy the soul within each body.

At that time, the position of the Saint will be vacant.

Perhaps, the next saint will be myself.

Even if it's not.

I am the only one in the whole of Japan.

If Protestantism wants to make any move in Japan, it can only rely on itself!!!

Saeko smiled gently and took a sip of the champagne beside her.

The blush on her face deepened.

What you need to do next.

It is to find opportunities to gradually take back the power that belongs to the Japanese royal family.

Saeko stood up and looked at the princess's kimono sent by the Imperial Household Agency hanging on the hanger in the apartment.

The light from the apartment shone on it, and every detail of the embroidery was exquisite.

Every stitch is hand-sewn by Japanese artists.

Saeko walked closer to the hanger, stretched out her little hands and slowly stroked every detail of the princess's kimono.

Looking at the princess's kimono is like seeing the most beautiful thing in the world.

What is a man?
Power, what a tempting thing! !
Tomorrow, I will say goodbye to this apartment and return to the royal palace.

Today is the last time I'm here.

She had a seductive expression on her face.

Untie your bathrobe.

Biting lower lip.

Reached out and reached down.

And on the other side of the ocean.

The archbishop thought for a moment, opened his eyes, and gently tapped the scepter in his hand.

Make a 'knock knock' sound.

The door to the Vatican Hall was pushed open, and a bishop walked in and prostrated himself on the ground: "Your Majesty!"

"What is it?" asked the Archbishop.

"They didn't answer our call. They said everything was correct, just as they predicted, and the location of the descent was also correct. They asked us to pay the balance." The bishop paused and lowered his voice.
"They said if the balance isn't settled by tomorrow afternoon, they'll come and collect it in person, and it won't be just a small balance."

"These barbarians from the East have no aristocratic manners and are nothing more than a bunch of bandits. Leave it to them," the archbishop snorted coldly. "You handle this matter. Don't offend them. After all, we'll need their help in many other matters in the future."

"Yes." The bishop climbed up and slowly retreated.

The Archbishop stood up and walked over to the map of Japan hanging on the wall.

The huge virtual talisman map drawn based on the territory of Japan has been almost pinned down by thumbtacks.

Everything is going on in an orderly manner.

He returned to his seat, picked up his iPad and clicked on an APP.

The scene flashed, and a huge laboratory appeared.

"Your Majesty the Archbishop." A middle-aged man in a white laboratory coat walked into the scene.

"Show me the Saint's recent body energy fluctuation data." The archbishop said lightly.

"Yes." The middle-aged man clicked the screen.

The archbishop carefully looked at the window that popped up on the iPad, slowly flipping through the various fluctuating curves.

"Activate the chip in Momoki Kanonai's body." The archbishop said coldly.

"What?" The middle-aged man looked up in surprise and stared at the Archbishop. "Your Majesty, activating the Saint's chip will harm her vitality and shorten her lifespan. Everything is normal now, so why do you do this?"

"I said, activate the chip," the Archbishop said word by word. "The time is set at midnight. Don't make me repeat myself."

"Yes, Your Majesty." The middle-aged man's face was pale. He turned around and typed a few codes on the keyboard behind him with trembling hands.

The Archbishop stared at everything for a moment, then turned off the iPad without saying a word.

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Fang Zuo came to the rooftop of the tallest building of Tokyo Women's University and expanded his spiritual consciousness.

Searching for the same energy fluctuations as in the vortex.

Then it disappeared from the spot the next second.

Appeared in a huge basement.

Sure enough, it's here.

But it's still too late.

Fang Zuo looked at the empty basement with a messy floor.

Looked at it carefully.

It turned out to be another privately excavated basement.

It's like the basement in the stadium, but much bigger.

Without modern engineering machinery, digging a basement of this size would probably take a considerable amount of time.

This means that the people who welcomed the Messiah must have been in school for many years.

To face such a huge force, only such low-key means can be used to deceive all religions.

A huge circular magic circle was carved in the middle of the basement, and each vertex of the hexagram in the magic circle was engraved with complicated spells.

The walls are covered with strange patterns and symbols
There is an altar in the middle of the magic circle.

On the altar lay an open, dark Bible.

Hundreds of human organs were placed around the altar.

Densely packed, bloody and smelly.

The energy in that vortex still lingered in the basement.

Fang Zuo took out his cell phone and made a video call to Yingkong Hutao.

"Bad guy~Bad guy~Bad guy, you even remember to call your woman. I thought you had forgotten me." Although Yingkong Kurumi pouted and hid in the office, she cursed Fang Zuo in a low voice.

But her pretty face couldn't hide her happiness.

When she saw the camera pointed at the altar, her face instantly became serious and professional.

"Is this the vortex I faced not long ago?" She immediately connected the cause and effect between the time point of the video her man gave her and everything in front of her.

"Yes, that Dark Bible and more than ten murders were to welcome it." Fang Zuo pointed the camera at the Dark Bible on the altar.

"In other words, the Tokyo Women's University now not only has the murderer of more than a dozen dark biblical murder cases, but now also has the abnormal energy that broke into Japan from the vortex?" Sakura Kurumi frowned, feeling the thorny nature of the matter.

It's bad enough that the murderer has been lurking for so many days without even being discovered by her own man, but now there is another person hiding with unknown intentions.

After exchanging a few tender words with her man, Yingsora Kurumi hung up the video call and immediately pressed the communicator.

After the alarm bells rang throughout the Tokyo Exorcist Police Department, all the police officers stood up and saluted straight, waiting for notice.

A cold voice came from the Yingkong Walnut Hall:
"Attention all officers! I'm Sakura Kurumi. This is a Level 1 operational order. The heads of Sections 2, 3, and , along with all members of their departments, muster immediately. Drop all work. Those on leave must cease their leave immediately. The three heads of department, collect your weapons and return to my office."

Yingkong Kurumi had just finished speaking.

'Knock knock knock'.

There was a knock on the office door.

"Please come in." Yingkong Kurumi said.

"Master, a priest wants to see you." The subordinate walked in and saluted.

"Let him in."

Then, a middle-aged man wearing a white priest robe with dark patterns engraved on it walked in.

"Your Excellency, my name is Tsuchiya Koji. I greet you. I am the newly appointed Grand Priest of Tokyo Meiji Shrine."

Sakura Kurumi nodded, knowing that all the priests in Tokyo had died in the last battle at Mount Fuji, including the great priest Yoshihiko who had been kind to her.

This is the new successor.

"Sir, may I ask what oracle you would like to receive?" Walnut stood up to show respect.

"Your Excellency, the Kingdom of God has issued an oracle that the Jewish Messiah has recently descended into Tokyo. I don't know who he is parasitizing on. If we don't find him..."

"The end of the world is coming!!!" the Grand Priest said word by word.

Yingsora Kurumi frowned and hadn't said anything yet when the office phone rang again.

"Hello, I'm Shibamo."

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Momoki Kanona was strolling through various food stalls in the back streets of Tokyo Women's University.

This snack street is located between two universities and has a large number of students as customers.

Therefore, at night, the vendors' business is very prosperous.

Momoki Kanonai was holding a large pile of food, with a satisfied look on her face.

Ever since she learned the uncle's true identity, she has had a lot more expectations for life.

From now on, I will never be alone again.

but.

How come that bad guy disappeared for a few days again?

Mad.

He didn't reply to my message.

Suddenly someone patted her on the shoulder.

Momoki Kanonai turned around warily.

The person I have been thinking about day and night is standing in front of me with a smile on his face.

Momoki Kanonna was stunned.

Holding a pile of food, the hot dog he had just taken a bite of was still in his mouth.

She forgot to chew and stared at the man with her beautiful eyes.

Slowly recovered from the surprise and smiled sweetly.

"Here~~" She handed all the food to Fang Zuo: "Feed me."

"I'll feed you something else." Fang Zuo said.

(End of this chapter)