Tokyo Gods Only Want Beautiful Priestesses

He pulled a small, large pistol from his pocket, pointed it at his head, and pulled the trigger hard.

Blood mixed with clear liquid splattered around the shell casings, and the old man's body lay on the ground.

If it were now, I would definitely resist the urge to study it thoroughly, but now I must let Him go, even if only temporarily.

The seemingly innocent yet despicable man, whose clothes were stained red with blood and entrails, smiled at us.

"Huh? They didn't run away? I thought you were going to have to play a chase with them for a while longer."

"Hmm, dead. A little wolfhound and a metal lump. It took a bit of effort."

Fuwaideweishi had read legends about Rakshasa demons, where women were strong and men were beautiful, but due to the limitations of the era in which they were recorded, the images in his mind were always filled with ancient charm.

This time, Shiba Heihachi and Friedrich stepped directly into the room.

He released the safety, lowered the gun, then shoved his mouth shut and placed his finger under the trigger.

Just being that close to you sparked countless questions in my mind, and my thirst for knowledge almost burst my brain.

Chapter 295 Gunfire Points to Exorcise the Demon Bodhisattva

"Shiba Heihachi, do you want to change?"

Deep, dark, so dark you couldn't see your hand in front of your face, the surrounding darkness was thick and sticky, as if you were in the deep sea.

Even now, Shiba Heihachi doesn't know whether he was dreaming or awake when he acquired that knowledge.

In a daze and chaos, pushing aside the darkness as thick as seawater, what appeared before him was an upside-down woman—no, a demon.

What appeared before him was a genuine demon; countless eyes opened on her dress, staring at him with malice.

"Change......"

In a daze, Shiba Heihachi was just muttering the word the other person had said.

"That's right, change can change this country and change the way you live your life."

The hem of the dress rippled like black waves, and an eye squeezed out of the woman's clothes, turning into a viscous black liquid, which then transformed into a spider-like creature.

Half-asleep, Shiba Heihachi was powerless to do anything but watch helplessly as the creature crawled onto his face.

The bullet lodged in his skull emitted a golden light that spread along the lines of his skull throughout Lü Sichen's body.

"Of course, someone as talented as him doesn't have any weaknesses. But is it that he can't make someone with no talent use it? It's just a one-time thing."

As for my head, it was melted by the intense flames, leaving only the skull. The flames converged into a disc, much like the halo under a Buddha statue.

But it doesn't matter. Lu Sichen himself already knew that ending, and he vaguely knew that he was being treated like a clown by the gods and Buddhas, so it didn't matter either.

"A death ultimatum has been issued," said the deity, or rather, the demon, who appeared in my room.

Life has completely vanished; as a human being, I am utterly dead.

Amidst his terrified expression, I pried open his mouth and slid the needle down his throat. Thoughts began to fade away, and all I could hear were the other person's last words.

Ogasawara Yoriko tilted her head and looked at Lü Sichen, whose head was drooping.

From Shiba Hei’s mouth came words that were either sarcastic or complimentary.

Nobunaga was moved by this. Since it was abnormal, it was naturally abnormal now. I would reveal my emotions to amuse the other party.

Shiba Hei stretched out his hand and pointed at Lu Sichen.

"Yes, although you can intervene and help him, it will prevent you from giving him a few pointers and helping him out of a misconception."

Gunfire blasts the little Bodhisattva who vanquishes demons! Even in its perfect form, it was only briefly born here!

There are two possibilities: whether or not they need to appear behind their own backs.

Only a layer of plump flesh remained beneath the bones, the arm bones extended and grew into a unique shape resembling a gun muzzle, and the ribs curved forward and pierced the skin, forming small and large gun barrels.

Lu Sichen's tone was slightly sarcastic.

The blinding golden light gradually transformed into jets of gunfire, piercing through Nobunaga's body and burning everything beneath me.

"I've given you the method of imbuing your soul with spirit power. As for what needs to be changed, you'll know for yourself..."

After waking from this nightmare, Shiba Heihachi's mind was filled with some...

Knowledge that did not belong to him, knowledge that taught him how to create and control gods.

"That's wrong, a misconception. He actually didn't have any means of resistance, even before it was fully developed."

"Let me show you his skills and see how good he really is!"

On his clothes, Tian Xinchang's entire body was covered with patterns exactly like the bullet.

"Why would he make a special appearance behind your back? Isn't it to tell you that you've missed an opportunity to be helped by gods and Buddhas?"

But I came back to life as another kind of life!

"Kaka..."

The tangible presence in that room weakened again, and all the bullets that were not moving paused, then one by one, they floated up rapidly.

The floating bullets resembled star rings around a planet, or like ribbons swirling around it. A suction force came from its chest cavity, and several bullets rushed straight towards it, making a special sound as they were loaded and chambered, filling its chest.

died?

Combined with the several beams of light on its back that resembled shooting flames, and the movements of its hands, the sound of gunfire was its booming roar.

Perhaps, if it had been done earlier, if we hadn't made a firm decision, it wouldn't have been too late.

Dense demonic and monster energy gathered beneath you, and sharp claws and patterns finally emerged.

Zhi Lü Sichen pursed her lips, seemingly disappointed that she hadn't achieved her goal, and simply said the first half of her sentence.

Whether the gods have been conceived or have the consciousness to use their power, this is to be unified by the consciousness of the divine master.

Using the same method, I transformed myself into a suitable divine body and supplied my consciousness to the god I created, in order to produce a god that could not be personified for a short period of time.

However, the things I used were still flawless, but my hands and feet stopped atrophying, my back bulged, and my flesh and bones deformed.

It made a peculiar sound like a mechanical jam, followed by a burst of gunfire from the muzzle in front of him, producing a sound unlike the strafing of machine guns on the battlefield.

The leg bones and pelvic bones atrophied and clung together, resembling a lotus pedestal beneath a Buddha statue.

"That's no fun! That's no fun at all."

Despite being mocked by a mere mortal, Shinobu Nagare was not angered; he simply continued to smile.

"He only thought of using the inner objects to act as the divine body, but he overlooked the fact that very few gods have a chief priest and a priest, and we also become the power of the gods."

"Tada Nobunaga is going to die."

I just want to know what the other person wants to do.

Before overcoming the initial shock, the subsequent belief, and the period of hesitation, Nobunaga still used the knowledge you gave him to establish the Gun Worship Cult.

If it's wrong, it would be bad if Nobunaga himself were also reformed.

"Unusually speaking, you should give him some help, otherwise the game will be even less fun."

Bullets engraved with intricate patterns were fired. Logically, if someone committed suicide by shooting themselves, their entire head would explode, but Nobunaga did not.

Nobunaga's fourth move was unexpected by Ogasawara Yoriko, which made you even more excited.

"Boring. It seems he knows exactly what he is."

This bullet, which seemed to be inhabited by a god, was the only one that didn't explode in my head; it even remained inside my skull.

"If you just reached an agreement with them and then interfere again, I can see through your intentions, and I'm very likely to find fault with you."

"Is he here to kill you? Or to help you?"

A misconception? Nobunaga's four points are not the answer.

"Well, there's a way. The situation is weaker than you. On my turf, you'll naturally have to follow the rules."

This man is a little demon, but that doesn't matter.

Chapter 296 Fight

Surrounded by golden flames and firelight, the withered bronze corpse sat as if on a lotus throne.

Countless magical artifacts emerged from the back of the Buddha statue, radiating brilliant light, determined to reduce the demons before them to ashes under this immense divine light.

The faint consciousness ignited by Shiba Heihachi's memories and thoughts drove this divine body.

It cannot be considered a deity, but it can effectively harness the power of faith.

As for the extent to which it can achieve this, only the demon before it, Ogasawara Yoriko, will be able to test it for herself.

Upon arriving at this location, there were no living people left in the base; only a demon and a bodhisattva remained, engaged in a fierce battle deep underground.

The mountains and forests trembled, wild animals fled, and the air-raid shelter hidden in the mountains and forests was extremely well hidden. There were no people around, so naturally no one could see this scene.

With a deafening explosion, waves of earth surged up, and flames erupted from the depths of the ground, blasting the entire underground base into the sky.

The Buddha's light and the flames of gunfire converged, causing the Buddha statue to soar into the sky, its golden skull body enveloped in light and flames, as guns and cannons roared in unison.

Gun muzzles on his back and arms spewed endless flames, and bullets, both visible and invisible, shot indiscriminately around him, turning the surrounding trees, land, and rocks into dust.

The rain of bullets could easily tear apart any living creatures in the surrounding area, and the flames contained within them could inflict excruciating pain on demons.

The entire deformed right arm was severed from the shoulder blade, but that didn't seem to bother it much.

Just as the blade was about to sever its neck bone, flames shot from the gun muzzle, propelling the corpse Buddha and narrowly avoiding the decapitation strike.

He turned around, raised his left arm, and the guns on his back were also turned around and fired at Ogasawara Yoriko.

Instead, the blade landed beneath its arm bone, the pale green touching the bronze-colored bone. Even infused with divine power, the body was still far too crudely made.

After all, guns and cannons are faster and more effective killing weapons than swords and knives. As long as the number of believers is sufficient, surpassing the previous gods of war and swords is a foregone conclusion.

"Go to hell!"

The bronze-like skull opened its arms, its arm bones transformed into cannon muzzles, and fired towards Ogasawara Yoriko.

White mist swirled beneath your bloodied and mangled face, rapidly repairing your body.

The sacred and the eerie, technology and tradition, are all fused together beneath it, and the halo in front of its head further integrates its aura, making it as unique as a Buddha statue sitting on a lotus throne.

That's bad, let's continue!