Tokyo Gods Only Want Beautiful Priestesses

My voice wasn't like thunder; it was amplified to the point of being deafening in relation to the effects of the procedure.

"They turned away from Atellipocaka, from tradition, and indulged in the evils brought by Quetzal-Sulcart, seduced by the grain and water He promised."

"There is no place for those barbarians in the civilization He built."

With no one watching, I used the obsidian dagger in my hand to slice open the chieftain's chest and pull out my still-beating heart.

Who is the priest that Atelshadeika hates the most?

Of course, it's meaningless to just say it; people will only think I'm a crazy, cold-blooded religious fanatic, unless I provide concrete evidence.

Blood dripped down the stone platform from below. Chaldale raised the beating heart low, like a true priest, and ended her chanting.

"On the day the white feathered serpent returned from the sea aboard a reed, they heeded Atelshadeika's warning and chose to meet these invaders! To meet the colonizers!"

With a single, understated sentence, the chieftain, who had once held a revered position in the tribe, had his limbs easily broken and was carried off the stone platform behind Erkoll.

The square was filled with a cacophony of voices, almost frighteningly so. We knew exactly how to react to that madman-like figure below the platform.

“That’s bad. You’re relieved that even so, they still haven’t uttered any words of acknowledgment of God, which means they haven’t insulted your God.”

But according to Chaldale, that coincidence was not just a coincidence, but a fact.

Just like the famous Smoke Mirror.

No matter how much we struggled, the hands that held us were as soft as cast iron, leaving us no room to resist.

The feathered serpent god arrived as promised, but before his return, the civilization he established had no place for the natives, and he cruelly destroyed and slaughtered us.

"Tescatlipoca!"

But the terrifying events had only just ended when the eerie statues surrounding the square began spewing thick white smoke from their eyes and mouths.

"Yes, you think about them, and you probably forget what kind of priests your omnipotent god, Atellipokaka, despised the most, right?"

Even though King Monticuma VII claimed to have received a warning from the god of smoke and mirrors in a dream, he could not stop the people's enthusiastic welcome to the "feathered serpent god" who brought grain and wine, civilization and technology.

A bloody massacre, the banning of religion, the collapse and destruction of an ancient kingdom, and the burning of an ancient city.

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, several tribal chiefs were brought down.

Seemingly sensing the crowd's thoughts, Chaldale waved her hands, feigning anger.

Erkel poured a liquid made from some herbs onto my body, muttering obscure indigenous words, and shoved a white gem out of my mouth.

Erkel grinned, and my teeth were covered in white paint, making me look like a shadowy figure.

Chapter 300 Changes

Thick black smoke enveloped the crowd, but before they could riot, they were forced back by the armed soldiers around them.

The dim sky and thick black smoke created an eerie atmosphere. Even staunch atheists would be shaken, let alone these backward indigenous people.

Some people couldn't help but start muttering the name Tescatlipoca to themselves.

In the eyes of hundreds of thousands of people in the mountain city, several plumes of black smoke flew toward the high platform as if they were alive, enveloping Mansur's heart, which he held high.

"Oh my God..."

The scene before us defies scientific description; black smoke enveloped the heart and flew toward the gloomy sky.

Amidst the priests' maniacal laughter from the stands, the indigenous people in the square silently began to kneel down.

Gradually, it started with one or two people, then grew to hundreds, then thousands, until finally a huge crowd knelt down and prostrated themselves on the ground.

"Tescatlipoca!"

This time, everyone called out the name out of fear, out of awe, and also out of a herd mentality.

Ogasawara Yoriko is bold and easy to move because you can feel a sense of security emanating from beneath her.

The collective wave is more hesitant than any deception.

Compared to Shiba Heishi, we only convert a few hundred or a few thousand believers in one night, which is extremely fast.

Perhaps some individuals will firmly believe that it was just a magic trick done through some kind of technology, but that doesn't matter at all.

The chieftains who had reached an agreement with him obediently bowed down and called out the name of Tescatlipok.

What happened?

At this point, no one will question Skatelybokaka anymore, because the blood feud of the massacre is there, and no one will dare to question the legitimacy of the revenge.

Skateboshanlanka is the god of warriors, the god of war, the god of vengeance, the omnipotent god, and the ever-changing winds of fate.

White sludge began to seep from beneath the brass-colored bones, the lotus seat stopped trembling, and the halo in front of the head stopped flickering.

Even if Ogasawara adopts such an extreme approach, urging them to hurry up and accept it, it will only take a short period of time.

As Freudwech later said, proving that gods exist is difficult, but proving that gods exist is very complicated.

After watching the entire performance in the mountain town, Freudewish smiled with satisfaction.

Ogasawara's use of the Smoke Mirror's name should be fine for the time being.

They know too much, and they are willing to seek help from the inner world. When the authorities in our hearts choose to doubt, we will also obediently doubt.

The formed white smoke carrying the heart flying into the sky was certainly not the work of those Yin-Yang Masters in the inner circle.

Does anyone want to be abandoned?

Then Osamu would provide small quantities of weapons to the natives and incite hatred between us and the colonists.

The sacred golden Buddha statue was gradually covered by white silt, the gun muzzle spewed out thick smoke like a pipe organ, and the circular light formed by the flames flickered and then completely died out.

The situation was initially thorny, but now you can smell the safety in it.

Even if it's murder, as long as the tribal leader agrees,

We will do it, and faith is something we will never talk about.

Being backward and xenophobic also has its advantages; it is precisely because of ignorance that one is easily fooled.

After all, through the search of the young Freud, I became certain that the gods beneath the American continent had long since disappeared.

The change in the celestial phenomena was caused by pre-planned artificial rain, which led to the rapid compression of white clouds and the darkening of the sky.

Before that step is completed, the remaining problems are far less complex.

When everyone doubts, those who believe will only become outcasts, and being ostracized in a tribe means being abandoned.

Beyond the smile, there were no other considerations.

Everyone in the square was whispering Skately Pokaka's nickname, and even those who didn't truly believe it would choose to conform in the flow of people.

If we simply do things that are beyond the comprehension and explanation of ordinary people, we will naturally begin to doubt the existence of gods.

It is certainly true that modern people are dominated by the media, but those backward and feudal indigenous people are even more so.

The corpse Buddha suddenly froze, and the gun muzzle seemed to pause, like an old tractor belching out white smoke.

When information channels are blocked and blocked, we will also choose to doubt when things that our ancestors believed in appear before us in a highly impactful way.

It's all up to Ogasawara to do, and we ourselves will be sacrificed to Skatelipaka by our angry compatriots.

What kind of feeling is it to be vague? Although it is dark and eerie, you feel an evil aura, but also a strange sense of holiness.

Bao Shan'er's little show today directly converted hundreds of thousands of believers.

However, what I didn't expect was that the anomaly occurred more slowly than we had anticipated before we accomplished those things.

Even if the behavior follows common sense, we would accept it in the eyes of the tribal chiefs.

Just as the battle between Ogasawara Yoriko and the Corpse Buddha reached its climax, and Ogasawara Yoriko was about to take another gamble, an unexpected event occurred.

Everything becomes complicated as long as His name is misused.

After that, let's continue to observe and wait.

Oga stood below the low platform, opening her arms to welcome the silent cheers from everyone.

The entire short play contained neither a technological element nor a mysterious element.

Mansur laughed loudly on the high platform, while the chieftain behind him shouted that it was impossible, that it was an evil god, but it still couldn't change the fact that he was sacrificed with his heart cut out.

For example, firearms can be seen as the embodiment of His blessing and renewal. Of course, Ogasawara also had bad ideas.

After all, that's a free country.

Although a small portion of believers still hold Skatelipaka's faith, and regard his incarnations—guns and arms—as secondary, that is enough.

The statue spewing white smoke is merely a device to evoke emotions; the smoke itself contains a large amount of numbing agents, making it even more difficult for people to become emotional.

Meanwhile, in the inner part of the mountain city, some Onmyoji were still completely exhausted and were dragged back into the car.

However, there is little evidence that they ever existed. As for Osamu's misuse of His name, there may be some changes in my opinion.

It's perfectly reasonable that he would use weapons as his new incarnation in order to take revenge on the White Feathered Serpent, which is something that Bao Shanlan Liboka would do.

And now, I have easily achieved my goal.

Behind your eyes, the corpse of Buddha was swallowed by darkness and transformed into a white sun.

Chapter 301 Onlookers

The light was obscured by the black sun, and all around was dark and gloomy.

Ogasawara Yoriko slowly took two steps back.

Although we don't know what happened, it's clear that it's definitely not a good thing.

Rather than saying that the corpse Buddha transformed into that sun, it would be more accurate to say that the black sun swallowed and melted it.

Even in her golden body devoid of flesh and blood, Ogasawara Yoriko could sense the struggle within, like a drowning person being swallowed by the ocean.

But what could seep out from its insides and devour it instead?

The eerie and dangerous feeling alone made Ogasawara Yoriko instinctively take a few steps back, arching her back like a cat.

If anything unexpected happens, she can instantly spring into the air and slash at her opponent with her sword.

As she watched, a few drops of viscous liquid, like black oil, dripped from the edge of the black sun.

Then, a hand reached out from the black sun—a bony claw covered in black hair—grabbed the edge of the sun, and crawled outwards.