Tokyo Gods Only Want Beautiful Priestesses

Looking at Genjiro's eyebrows, I saw the lifelike beast head pattern on my chest, which had just swallowed the entire Shiban God.

Jingu didn't quite understand. Although Minamoto no Yoriko behind him hadn't weakened by much, it was still just the combined power of everyone. Even if it was concentrated in one person, how could it not change a little?

In the blink of an eye, Minamoto no Yoriko appeared behind Minamoto no Yorimitsu. After consuming so many gods, especially the experience pack that was Shibata no Kami, the divine power beneath Minamoto no Yoriko was now retreating towards a new low.

Such is what it means to be bound together. Even if it is indecisiveness, even if it is called being nagging or capable, Momiji will suppress her true nature, simply because compared to the cicada before her revenge, she wants to possess herself, even if it means some self-torture.

Minamoto no Yoriko revealed a wolf-like smile, his eyes filled with greed.

Whether Minamoto no Yorimitsu dodges or avoids that attack, your appearance will become nourishment for him, just like the Four Banners God, becoming a part of him.

"Hey, hey, that was his person just now, and it was voluntary, so you're saying that the other one is okay?"

He smashed the Ogasawara Yoriko in his hand to the ground, shattering all the bones in his body. He couldn't stand up for a while and looked down at you.

Turning back to Minamoto no Yorimitsu, Jingu finally showed some interest.

"Boss, what are you going to do about this?"

And the feeling below me

Minamoto no Yoshitsune threw himself into the air, only to be swallowed by the beast head behind Minamoto no Yoriko's chest. Then he turned his gaze to Minamoto no Yorimitsu, who had just escaped from the mountains.

"What is the meaning of revenge? A moment of pleasure? Long-term torment?"

“Revenge will only breed new hatred. I don’t know which of your people died at my hands, but I hope you’d better make arrangements for your own affairs after you die, so that someone else won’t seek revenge for you after I kill you.”

Hongye wiped her hands, and Zhiliao came up with an order.

“Niu Ruo, come here, let’s become one with you, then you will have no chance of winning.”

“He has already helped the Minamoto clan enough. Minamoto no Mitsunaka has not yet been swallowed up by Minamoto no Tsurugi, so he has no reason to interfere. Let’s go.”

Chapter 185 Chaotic Soil

So annoying

The humid, stuffy weather, the crowded trams, and this frustrating job—this is the kind of metropolis that makes people incredibly anxious.

The man was squeezed in the middle of the tram by the crowded people, unable to even touch the handrail, and could only sway with the tram's movements. With each collision, a fire was building up in his heart.

Frustrated... Why am I here? Why am I living this kind of life? Every day I squeeze onto the subway for an hour and a half, and in the company I'm paid a meager salary, I'm treated like a dog by my boss.

If I quit, what can I do? Live a more human life? Live a more meaningful life?

Stop dreaming. This is Tokyo, this is Yingzhou. Whether the work is meaningless or inhumane, this is Tokyo where you can't live without working.

As long as I remain in this city, as long as I remain in this country, this is the only way I can live.

The man tried to comfort himself with these words, but it was less about comforting himself and more about forcing himself to accept the reality, because that was reality.

With a screech of brakes, the man was violently thrown and stumbled, falling onto the woman in the seat.

"I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry!"

Similar yet different things are playing out in various parts of Tokyo: wives being abused at home, young people being insulted by their subordinates, and all sorts of violent incidents are unfolding.

The power of chaos and strife transformed into armor beneath Minamoto no Yoritomo, a body of a demon, with wings sprouting from his ribs. A boundless faith propelled my ever-lowering figure, standing in the mortal world, as if I were a demon trying to pierce through that heaven and earth.

The beast head pattern on Minamoto no Yoritomo's chest became increasingly solid, as if it were about to leap out of its vessel and devour its prey.

Yes, yes!

Minamoto no Yoritomo also drew my sword. My sword has no connection with Minamoto no Yorimitsu. The sword that Minamoto no Yoshitsune gave to Ogasawara no Yoriko is the "Spider Cutter," and the one in my hand is the "Hizamaru," which is the opposite of it.

"Snapped!"

Minamoto no Yoritomo drew a line in the air, revealing the current situation: the rate of violence in Tokyo was decreasing dramatically.

Because Watanabe no Tsuna, one of the Seven Heavenly Kings of Raikou, used this sword to cut off the arm of Ibaraki-dōji, who was under the command of Shuten-dōji, it was renamed "Onikiri". It and Usu-no-ori were originally a pair of treasured swords of Minamoto no Mitsunaka.

Jingu spread his hands, easily pulling himself to the same size as Minamoto no Yoritomo. With a push, he expanded Tokoyo to a size suitable for a seven-person battle, and then beckoned to take the Thousand Mountains Sword into his palm.

My power has reached its peak. Violence and fighting have become the source of my pure power. The violent incidents that have unfolded in Tokyo and the violent desires that have surfaced in people's hearts have become my nourishment.

"Are you going to be seen as a stupid, foolish warrior who only knows how to charge into battle? In the last few hundred years, the least thing you've done has not been studying."

"Come!"

"The essence of samurai politics is deceiving superiors and insubordinating subordinates. They are caught in the middle between nobles and commoners, using violent politics with force. That kind of politics works, and the smaller families will go their own way. Even your shogun was only promoted to satisfy the needs of a smaller number of samurai families."

The man quickly stood up, but his gaze met another pair of eyes—a mocking look, and eyes that had spotted the wallet.

The shrine seemed somewhat surprised; did I...?

Thinking of the source of the story, I can only recall so little. No wonder he was so familiar with the usurpation of power from his predecessors. In my eyes, there is only my own power and no concern for my descendants.

"He thought you would expand your influence and try to gain dominance in Congress? All you've done is focus on the medical field, concentrating low-activity demon blood into disposable needles and injecting it into millions of Styrians as they use it."

When faced with the surprised look in Jingu's eyes, Minamoto no Hiroshi's lips curled up slightly.

Even without the added fame and religious aura of a legendary sword, in its purest form, it surpasses the serrated swords forged from a thousand iron peaks in the hands of the shrine.

"Does he know that when you established the shogunate, you foresaw its future prosperity and the result of your centralized power?"

Our true nature is amplified by demonic blood, and social order will quickly spiral out of control. The gods will also lose the purity and quality of their faith due to the chaos, and I, Minamoto no Yoritomo, will be the one who benefits.

"bad."

"That is your goal. Defeating him and ruling that country is meaningless. Only a chaotic environment will make you weaker, and weakness itself will make your rule more stable, through pure violence."

In the eternal world,

Minamoto no Hiroshi said to Jingu, and Jingu was not anxious; in that respect, I am a bad person who enjoys listening.

No...no way?

"Rather than using intrigue to deceive a few and relying on the support of even fewer to maintain one's rule, it is better to change the world and enforce one's rule by force. Since the samurai have lost their means of survival, it would be bad to change the world."

"Oh no, let's test it now. Can you beat me now?"

The surrounding view suddenly became blinding. The cold and ruthless car camera, glowing red, faithfully recorded everything. The woman in front of him opened her mouth.

The woman, who already knew what was going to happen, sank into a dark and desperate state, but her blood vessels inexplicably became cold and agitated. The anger and violent desires that had been suppressed were awakened in that instant and took over her cerebellum.

Yuan Chaibo breathed in the chaotic and polluted air, feeling the abundant power flowing through his body. All the gods or demons that he had devoured were completely digested.

"You haven't studied how many feasible and ideal social ideas and states of governance have emerged in the world over the past century, but in the end, you find that the so-called governance, when condensed to the core, can be summed up in just two words—power!"

"That would not change us much, but would only fuel our violent desires and anger, creating fertile ground for chaos in that country. And the violence and chaos that arise from us, who possess demon blood, will naturally be reflected back on you, who have devoured the Shibata God and become the sole god of the samurai and the Minamoto clan."

That is power, and when the world has the ability to truly divide and resist me, they can only submit to my rule.

Minamoto no Yoritomo launched the first attack. With their current size and momentum, the aftershocks of their battle could easily destroy Tokyo, and the noise of clashing swords could rupture the eardrums of people a hundred miles away.

"The warriors lost their means of survival. Individual violence and demands were overwhelmed by society and the power of the small forces. Only those groups that could dominate society and manipulate people's hearts could stand at the top of that country."

As long as I kill the Shingu, then devour Takemikazuchi, and become the only War God of Yingzhou, the first to devour the source of the Minamoto clan's bloodline, then no one will be able to surpass me.

"So the shogunate will change because at this time you are going with the flow, and the flow and power will always be in the hands of the samurai class. Sooner or later, that world will change, just like the world now."

Chapter 186 The New Prime Minister

Chiyoda-ku, Tokyo.

The Imperial Palace, the residence of the most honorable person in the country and the nominal ruler, is located here.

Today, this place is no longer a heavily guarded forbidden area; most of it has become a tourist attraction that Tokyo residents can freely enter.

Kuga Mitsu, dressed in a dark, elegant kimono embroidered with the family crest of "Five Dragons Carriage," sat quietly in the palace hall, propping her head up and dozing off out of boredom.

She was waiting for the results, both the results of the parliamentary elections and the results of the Jingu and Genji elections.

After the Diet elects a new prime minister, the new prime minister will travel by special car from the Diet Building to the Imperial Household Agency at the Imperial Palace to receive the emperor's appointment, and finally give a speech in front of the media.

So Kuga Hikari will wait here. Unlike Hanayama Haru, who is always busy running around at times like this, she chooses to do the easiest thing: just stay here and wait.

Of course, there were two other people waiting here just like her.

Suga Ai was holding a book, her casual clothes completely clashing with the formal decor of the Imperial Household Agency. Kaguya went even further, holding a game console, her feet on the table, playing games without any restraint.

Only they could treat such a formal occasion like a café on the main street of Shibuya.

"Great love, is he not worried at all? This guy Jingu is fighting the entire Genji all by himself, what will you do if he loses?"

The pungent smell of blood made me, a commoner politician and someone hailed as a changer of class politics, feel dizzy. Was it an act? Or was it a show of force to intimidate me?

“So slow?”

But I didn't expect there to be a hidden master like the one I imagined. There were only eight young men, but I recognized the family crest on the head of the group.

Su Ni Ai killed the topic with eight simple words: "It's just that you're the kind of person who will quiet down after a long time."

Kuga Hikari sighed. With them dressed like this, she, who was wearing a kimono, seemed a bit out of place. To pass the time, Kuga Hikari turned her head away.

Then, a scene that defied common sense about women unfolded before my eyes. There was nothing ordinary about it. A handsome young man emerged from thin air, and he even had a horn as white as jade growing from the back of his forehead.

"Hey hey hey..."

The moment the other person's eyes met mine, the woman's legs went weak, and the object they threw rolled right behind me—a bloody human head.

I imagined the various scenes I would receive after meeting the Emperor, such as phone calls from various hidden figures, and even people waiting for me outside, giving me stern advice and telling me about the ways of the Prime Minister.

A single sentence from Shen Gong Chong Piao Piao made the man who had just ascended to the position of the lowest-ranking official in the country feel the taste of death.

Kujira put her hands back into the sleeves of her kimono, confidently raised her head, Sumi closed her book, and Kaguya also temporarily stopped playing her game and turned her gaze over.

Su Ni'ai didn't even lift her eyes, seemingly showing absolutely no interest in your topic.

Although it was only eight or so men, that instant made me feel unsafe.

I felt a momentary pause, but then regained my confidence and walked towards you.

Thinking of that, I unconsciously straightened my head and puffed out my chest, feeling much more confident. I took small steps toward Jiu Ni Guang, intending to have a little showdown with that brat and see if she was really that capable.

Seeing the imposing manner with which the other party was walking towards him, Jiu Nianguang knew that the other party was most likely on his side, so he had to show some force.

I had just taken a step when the light behind me suddenly distorted, and a round object flew out and rolled around on the floor of the palace hall.

Perhaps it was the entanglement with Jiu Ni Guang that made Su Ni Ai somewhat uneasy. She closed the book in her hand and looked up.