Tokyo Gods Only Want Beautiful Priestesses

As a result, before that guy even reached his genitals, his entire skull was deformed by the woman, covered in white mud, and covered in white hair.

"You know."

After exchanging a few sarcastic remarks, the two finally got down to business.

Jingu waved his hand, and thick white smoke swirled around the hollow skull. Although the eyes were visible, Jingu knew that the other party had not yet recovered from the chaos.

"Oh? How so? Tell me slowly and carefully."

One second ago, the other party raised the muzzle of the gun under his arm and aimed it at Jingu.

Before you could sheathe your sword, another figure appeared, also a stranger to Ogasawara and Ogasawara.

"The Shrine Dwarf?"

The fact that the guy who was supposed to be with the woman showed up in person shows that things are indeed unusual and quite unexpected.

The outline of the corpse Buddha could still be vaguely discerned, with long arms and legs, a human form but clearly not a human skeleton, with black hair growing from the pitch-black bones, and viscous black liquid dripping continuously.

"Ah, Ogasawara didn't do anything too bad. There must have been some unintentional things that happened. You suspect he might have won the bet just now."

Jingu nods at Oda Nobunaga.

The shrine is rather rebellious; the more you fan the flames, the slower the shrine will react.

"Ah! Why did he kick you?!"

It still seems to be the god of this gun, yet it also seems too different.

"Why are you getting so little boob? Get to the point!"

Zhi Liqingqiang's ramblings immediately drew a rebuke from the Divine Palace.

Oda Nobunaga nudged the shrine, his intention to stir up trouble was obvious.

As it crawled out step by step, its form was gradually revealed to Ogasawara Yoriko.

White liquid adhered to its skeleton, reforming the bone muzzle.

A short sentence brought to a close the brief, incoherent rambling.

"What can you say? He's the youngest, so he has the final say."

"Hey bro, tell me, does he even know how to speak properly?"

The consequences of being under Suwa Myojin caused the woman to crash, while under the other woman, it only caused a little chaos.

"Descend! Eighth Demon King! Mara!"

"Hey, he's just standing there watching? They're here to take your territory."

"Having discussed scriptures with Buddha, drunk with Satan, and witnessed Jesus wearing open-crotch pants, this is the great achievement of adults."

The number is the winning number.

The divine confusion does not refer to a situation similar to that of Suwa Myojin, but rather to a confusion or even inaccuracy in the underlying logic that constitutes the foundation.

They walked briskly toward the eerie presence that had appeared in broad daylight, and the sticky white mud around them avoided their steps.

Although it looks sticky, it feels like putty to Jingu's fingertips.

"It's the same. He's a junior, with limited experience and knowledge. He should be giving you, the senior, some pointers."

"What are you saying? These are guests from a foreign land who have traveled a long way through mountains and rivers. You're supposed to be doing your best to welcome them?"

Although she felt a sense of security from beneath him, Ogasawara Ogasawara didn't think she could give it a try.

"Judging from your opinion, the other party has an aura of foreign land, and they are obviously here with good intentions. They probably want to take over his territory."

Jingu pondered for a moment, wondering if he had asked Oda Nobunaga anything else.

Standing up, Jingu smiled at Ogasawara Reisei.

What remained outside that body was only the fragmented image of the God of Guns before it was shattered.

Jingu knew exactly when he would appear in front of Oda Nobunaga and kick him in his barren spot.

The Eighth Demon King, who loves to watch women, also appeared outside in the guise of Oda Nobunaga.

Since the shrine had already appeared, Ogasawara Ogasawara could only raise her head, spit out the thin green from her body, and put her sword away again.

"That......"

I am observing myself, and perhaps at the same time, I am also observing that world.

Jingu shook his head.

It appeared silently beside you; it was an unfamiliar shrine, which was now squatting on the ground, rubbing its fingers against the white water on the ground.

The two stared at each other for a moment, and then a golden light suddenly shone from within the white smoke. At the same time, the consciousness instantly departed from that place.

"Oh, I know the older one, I've met him before."

The shrine's seemingly casual action finally attracted the attention of that strange being, which looked up at the shrine from its skull.

Before Shiba Heishi's skull was plated with brass, it was quite upright.

"The expected thing has happened. Now, let me show you the rest of the expected situation."

"Huh? Ran away?"

"Hey young man, what's his name? Where's he from?"

The other person stood there blankly, seemingly confused for a moment, before casually raising one hand.

What the hell is this thing? Ogasawara Yoriko was full of doubt, but out of caution, she did not launch an attack rashly.

"That guy is really ugly," Jingu muttered, pursing his lips.

"boom!"

An unfamiliar voice suddenly rang in Ogasawara Ogasawara's ear, startling you so much that you jumped up like a cat.

The center of the black sun seemed to suck it in like a black hole, making it extremely difficult for it to struggle to climb out.

Jingu casually patted the other's hairless skeleton, though given Jingu's short stature, he could only pat the guy's leg bone.

"To the humble one, the elder was born in India, wielded a sword and cut through Southeast Asia, traveled to China, reached as far as the Himalayas, and then crossed the sea to come to Yingzhou."

What does he think?

Oda Nobunaga humbly declined.

Although it's just a possibility, the fact that the Eighth Heavenly Demon King, who can survey all eight thousand worlds and has both form and appearance, made such a guarantee suggests that it's highly likely it originated from those places.

The yin-yang comment about Oda Nobunaga being an old monster was hard to ignore, given his age; it was difficult for him to remain unmoved by such a joke.

Of course, it's possible that they genuinely believe Zhi Liqingqiang is spouting meaningless nonsense.

"It is a state of divine confusion."

Your words are suggesting that the person behind you is not from any country in East Asia or even the entire Eurasian continent.

At the same time as the gunshot, a strange scream rang out.

Oda Nobunaga imitated the way the shrine had done earlier, picking up some white clay, smelling it, and pretending to be very serious.

Chapter 302 Intermission

"Ptooey! You bastard!"

On the sixth day, the Demon King's clothes were torn, revealing a smooth, fair arm and shoulder, which looked at the shrine with resentment.

"How could you push a weak woman into the line of fire of that monster? Are you even human?"

"first."

The shrine maiden raised one finger.

"I kicked, not pushed. Actually, if you were a weak woman, the skeleton on the ground would probably be ashamed to death if it heard this."

Just as the other side fired, Jingu flashed back behind Oda Nobunaga and kicked her right in front of the gun barrel.

The God of Guns, now only possessing a shattered consciousness, will indiscriminately attack any target in front of him.

Forced into a corner, the weak and powerless Oda Nobunaga had no choice but to fight back and dismantle it into a skeleton.

The black sun in the sky disappeared at some point, perhaps vanishing directly after that unknown entity left.

Despite possessing virtually no power, they have long been oppressed by those with even less power, trapped by a lack of talent and unable to advance.

Although the masterminds were only Shiba Heishi and Yamauchi Ichiro, it was clear that many of the Ura-no-kunis who joined along the way had not yet been seen.

"This achievement is replicable, and as they have seen, it cannot easily solve the problem of forty percent of the Onmyoji."

After listening to what Ogata Katsuhiko said, Jingu turned around and spoke to Ogata Katsuhiko.

Even though he was no longer human, Nobunaga Ogasada still only had one mother, something that had absolutely no connection to bloodline.

Before being misled and brainwashed by the locals, Mansur removed his makeup and washed off the white paint from his face.

Integrated Command.

"Huh? Does he think that's the beginning of the middle stage? There are only eight Chinese people who have died so far."

That thing is dead, so you can't find anything by analyzing the remaining remains.

Orihara Yoriko's words seemed to be addressed to the shrine, suggesting that the drama had not yet taken place.

However, her acting was a bit too fake. Every time she was shot, she narrowly escaped death, and her clothes were torn but she wasn't left with a single scar.

There are clearly problems that could be solved with a wave of the hand, but you're forced to call someone to cover for you.

All I know is what identity I will appear in.

After that unknown entity left, the remaining body posed no threat whatsoever, which is why the shrine maiden kicked Oda Nobunaga.

The footage only showed the battle between Nobunaga Ogasada and the Corpse Buddha; the earlier incident was cut off.

Oda Nobunaga was still sobbing silently, clutching his clothes, which had been torn to shreds.

"But if you were to discover, thousands of years from now, that of all the relatives he relied on, you would be the only one left, then he would willingly call himself the Demon King, hahahahahaha!"

Logically speaking, as the headquarters of the Self-Defense Forces and holding military power, we should be the ones acting arrogantly.

Those were the things that troubled the shrine.