Tokyo Gods Only Want Beautiful Priestesses

Chapter 183 Another Backstab

Wielding a sword that pierces towering cliffs, when the sword is large enough, the mountains above it appear as terrifying as the sword's serrated edges.

The moment this sword was swung, it carried an absolutely irresistible sense of oppression. If one did not wish to be completely ground to dust by this mountain range, the only option was to get serious.

Minamoto no Yorimitsu was bathed in lightning, her body growing to over two meters tall. Her greaves had become a constraint, and her size, exceeding that of a human, was further enhanced by the increasingly twisted and enormous horns on her head.

At this moment, she was the incarnation of the Ox-Headed Heavenly King, bearing the weight of the thousand mountains with her ghostly, divine body.

Minamoto no Yoshitsune spread his wings and transformed into a black wind, disappearing from sight. Hachiman God concealed his divine light and vanished. The only cunning one, Minamoto no Yoritomo, gathered up the other minor gods and left this world, cleverly avoiding the earth-shattering sword strike.

"Ridiculous! Is this all? I've waited for you for so long, and this is all you've accomplished? This is far from satisfactory!"

Jingu was somewhat disappointed. He had thought that the Genji clan, a renowned and so-called one of the four great clans of Yingzhou, could attract some strong support. Or was it that Yingzhou, apart from the three noble sons, was only of this level?

"Don't rush to conclusions!"

Minamoto no Yoshitsune appeared from a gust of black wind, wielding his twin swords and slashing down, but Jingu easily dodged them.

With black and red wings on his back and his whole body transformed into a demon, Minamoto no Yoshitsune showed no trace of humanity. Instead, he looked more like a demon, and not like a ghost, but a hybrid of a ghost and a tengu.

Whether it's skill or strength, even so-called will and destiny, they are all suppressed by weakness.

The shrine maiden waved her hand, and the sword that seemed to cleave a thousand mountains and ten thousand fathoms was unleashed once more. It was the same horizontal slash as the next one, but this time it was a slanted upward strike, and the upside-down mountains were as densely packed as the teeth of a giant shark.

But you caught it, your fingertips digging into the mountainside. Now that the shrine has dealt with you, it will no longer be able to wield that sword freely.

Just as I was preparing to unleash that powerful, weak attack and then escape, an unexpected voice appeared behind me.

"Ha, do we need to gather intelligence about the enemy even when we're off the battlefield?"

Your idea is complicated. As long as you can connect with that sword and drag the Shinto into a tug-of-war through a contest of strength, then the Shinto will either choose to compete with you for control of that thousand-mountain sword in Minamoto no Yoshitsune's offensive.

Minamoto no Yorimitsu let out a deep breath, put down the small axe in his hand, and prepared to meet the shrine's sword head-on.

Before I made up my mind, Shiban Shinto activated his divine light, and the so-called "halo" appeared in front of me. The dazzling light even illuminated the bright world.

Jingu muttered something, raised his hand and slammed it down on the sword, the immense force pressing down on Minamoto no Yorimitsu. He then swung his palm and sent Minamoto no Yoshitsune flying. That guy was incredibly agile, but his strength was truly formidable.

Forced into close combat with the shrine, Shibata no Kami was completely outmatched. Despite his considerable strength, he was rendered useless by the even weaker opponent.

Although saying that might hurt Narukami's feelings, it's true that Takemikazuchi's name is ancient enough, but if you've taken down the Fujiwara clan's chariot, probably not many people will remember you.

I don't understand Takemikazuchi's feelings at all now. After the attack, we hadn't even started speculating yet, perhaps the shrine was just...

Is it because it has an advantage over other lightning-resistant systems? Or has it seized some strength or leverage over something?

The mountain that crashed down was caught by Minamoto no Yorimitsu. The lightness and strength of that thing exceeded your imagination. The moment it made contact, your blood vessels hadn't yet burst with blood under the heavy pressure, and your knees were barely supporting you.

Alternatively, one could only abandon that troublesome sword and adopt another fighting style. Do you really think that the power in the underworld is limitless or inexhaustible, unlike the casualness shown by the Shrine?

"Feel sorry."

According to the legend of Minamoto no Yoshitsune, he learned martial arts and military strategy from a tengu when he was young. It seems that the learning was not as complicated as it seemed. You yourself have no close connection with the tengu of Kurama Mountain.

The bad look was meaningless; that move made everyone think I was about to unleash a powerful attack.

In an instant, the shrine appeared behind Shibata no Kami, violently waving his hand to tear apart the divine light covering me, revealing the image of a bald monk in monk's robes.

Is he really so humble? Shibata glanced at the shrine, feeling a surge of anger, but there was nothing he could do. He was indeed like the other party, and his only option was to flee and escape.

Minamoto no Yoritomo had somehow returned to that place, silently appearing behind me and launching a sneak attack on his ally.

Some have even speculated that the eruption of Mount Fuji was due to the shrine's use of martial virtue to threaten and disrupt Takemikazuchi in order to win, thus leading to their failure.

As soon as the thought of retreat arose, his men were defeated even more slowly, and it seemed that they were being beaten mercilessly with no ability to resist.

They can go up like that again! Try to force their way in, then escape.

Instead of some indifferent and unfamiliar words, an arm pierced through his chest.

"You actually think you need to know his information? You just want to answer your own guesses."

Minamoto no Yoshitsune pursued him, but Jingu seemed completely unconcerned.

"Does the Genji clan not only practice human-demon hybridization, but also attempt to mix blood with those who share the same yokai bloodline?"

With a leisurely stroll, he dodged Minamoto no Yoshitsune's double swords, which were seemingly impenetrable, raised his hand to stop the horizontal slash of the giant demon Minamoto no Yorimitsu, and leaned forward using that force, as if chatting casually with a friend.

"Old monk, here you go!"

Oh, the seventh-dimensional bonus might count as a bonus too. No wonder Narukami looks like a beautiful man. Case solved, the seventh-dimensional crime is extremely heinous!

It's just that without a Shibata no Kami, there's no fun. That guy's level should be close to Narukami's, maybe even slightly weaker.

"he..."

"Why do you always shoot hot arrows? You're clearly weaker than Narukami, yet you're always so timid and hesitant. You're really something else."

As you were doing that, Minamoto no Yoshitsune lunged straight at the shrine's face, and the hidden Yoshihata no Kami reappeared, firing several arrows from his Japanese bow.

"It's so annoying that they keep firing hot arrows."

Shibata no longer had any intention of advancing. In the end, although I am the guardian deity of the samurai family, I am bound to the interests of the Minamoto clan. I cannot join the Buddhist community, since I do not yet have the title of Amida Nyorai outside of Buddhism in Japan.

Jingu squinted, stopped hitting, and looked at Shibata no Kami with a hint of anticipation, wondering what tricks I could pull.

Although that guy is called a god, he is actually a product of the combination of gods and Buddhas in Yingzhou. Compared to the title of Four Banners God, the name "Southern Four Banners Little Bodhisattva" is more widely circulated in Yingzhou.

But now it seems that those simple guesses were actually just a complicated answer: pure weakness! Far weaker than Takemikazuchi, and even weaker than Shibata no Kami himself!

Before he could even utter a word, a hideous demon head sprouted from Minamoto no Yoritomo's chest and swallowed the Shibata deity whole.

Chapter 184 Results of the Experiment

"what are you?"

This was the second time Hongye had asked that question, her delicate hands dripping with blood.

Just now, she used this hand to pierce through the chest of the girl in front of her, but where the heart should be, she couldn't find the lively, beating heart.

Is it human? A demon? Or a monster?

Hongye licked the blood droplet on her fingertip. It had a familiar taste, but it was also mixed with many strange things.

"What's there to care about in that kind of thing?"

Yoriko Ogasawara touched her chest; the shocking wound was sprouting granulation tissue, slowly repairing the flesh.

"This is merely the price of power, a sacrifice made for revenge."

"Revenge? Revenge?"

Accompanied by Hongye's somewhat sarcastic words, crimson resentment rose behind her, forming a hideous ghostly claw.

That's human nature. It's not hatred or love that will fade with time; it's just a fleeting emotion.

Ogasawara Yoriko saw Kiyoko's expression, but her eyes seemed to pity you, which made you feel no anger.

But a hand was slower than me and mistakenly pressed down on me, stopping Minamoto no Yoriko's actions.

"And the world will change!"

Seeing that Ogasawara Yoriko seemed to have truly lost the ability to move, the male yokai beside her dared to dismount and put an inner cloak over Momiji.

It is impossible to tell from my sudden surge of divine power.

"Did you feel it? That feeling of power..."

"Meaning? Does he not have anyone else I care about? Does he not have anything else I want to do? If he really does not have anything, then taking revenge on you is the first thing he should do."

"But if he hasn't done it yet, then his actions are foolish. True revenge shouldn't involve pointless suicide or doing something he'll regret even more. If he turns himself into that state, even if he kills you, where else can he go?"

As for those great gods who were just swept away by me to avoid the sweeping attack of the shrine, now that I've seen them all, it's easy to guess that they've probably all ended up in Minamoto no Yoriko's belly.

If it weren't for Ibuki tricking her that day, Momiji would have wanted to get involved in that kind of thing again. But even if she calmly cultivated herself for a long time, the resentment in her heart would only grow deeper with time.

"The fear of monsters, the bloodline of ghosts and gods, the faith in deities. But not the power of the Buddha's vows, and the power to devour and digest them."

Her words were a barrage of aggressive attacks, leaving Ogasawara Yoriko struggling to defend herself. Momiji walked up to her step by step and reached out to grab her throat.

There is nothing more precious than this that can make people willingly tolerate it.

He's hopeless. Where did that guy learn that from? He's a bad person, but he insists on becoming that vengeful demon.

Ogasawara Yoriko laughed, and with a twist of her shoulder, she broke her own arm in the opposite direction, blood splattering from the severed limb onto Momiji's face.

Hongye wiped her face calmly. The real evil spirits were suppressing themselves for various reasons, while humans would give up everything for revenge. Isn't that the difference between humans and demons?

"It's related, but it was just incidental. A little bit of ghost blood wouldn't harm Xiaoya at all."

"That's what he was like."

"Eat me?"

"As long as that guy knows, once he knows, you'll feel it's meaningless."

"Isn't that his trump card? Relying on devouring his own allies? Isn't that pointless?"

"We need to take care of you. Your body isn't completely exhausted yet. It's obvious that the person behind you has tried a few methods on you. You need to be taken care of, and you'll definitely survive."

Reaching out to stop Genjiro's eyebrows, Shingu stared intently at me. A few seconds before they locked eyes, Genjiro withdrew his hand.

Do you think this makes sense?

"Your strength is too concentrated, and your families are all willing to work together. For the sake of convenience, we have no choice but to ask you to fight alongside us."

Ultimately, the two have completely the same stance and views. What is pity to Hongye is incomprehensible and ironic to you. If you choose to live by torturing yourself, it may be better to just die.

"Meaning? Of course it has no meaning?"

"Yes, brother!"

Driven by emotions, humans can become even more extreme and insane than demons.

"Father Raikou, please also contribute to the defeat of the Minamoto clan."

Ogasawara Yoriko attempted to slash at Momiji's arm with her sword, but her arm was gripped by a demonic claw formed from resentment, shattering her bones inch by inch.

Minamoto no Yoriko's entire state was very strange. After peeling away the inner shell that was radiating divine light, all sorts of smells were released, as foul as the garbage can in front of the restaurant.

Several sources of power mingled together, clear and pure, overflowing from beneath Minamoto no Yoriko's body towards the surrounding area.