Tokyo Gods Only Want Beautiful Priestesses

"Who was the first one again? Oh right, a Spaniard. You even studied Spanish. Your accent is very authentic, isn't it?"

With its leopard-like form, black sun, and divine aura that doesn't belong to any civilization on the Eurasian continent, it's difficult to analyze and find the answer.

“If we’re talking about serious matters, it would take a long time. Let me give you some time to think… Let’s start with your resurrection.”

"Speak plainly, don't talk nonsense. What does he want from you? It's probably to settle this score."

Is it a personal vendetta?

The "Little Bodhisattva Who Exorcises Demons by Spear Flames" fabricated by the Gun Worship Cult is also a regression of the seven creations based on the Buddhist scriptures fabricated by the Shrine.

Damn, opposites really do attract, and likes really repel.

However, in the versions that have not yet been released, the name Tescatlipoca became the name of the supreme god, the omnipotent god.

After returning to the shrine, Jingu did some investigation.

He wasn't so elegant with his smoke goggles a moment ago, but now he's suddenly gone mad, hugging his gun and kissing and wiping it.

"Oh, sorry, my dear friend, you've lost your composure a bit. After all, women get excited when talking about certain things, like this, and that's something that can be avoided."

"Where were we? Oh right, about your resurrection."

"Forget it, he's just a plaything. He might only be here for that. Let's get to the point."

"My God! What the hell is this Jehovah Yahweh?! How on earth was that thing invented?"

"You absolutely love that stuff! You were completely fascinated by it the moment it first appeared under these white men's boats."

Smoke Mirror rubbed his nose in annoyance.

"Let me first tell you how you rose to prominence. You know about Columbus discovering the New World, right?"

The madness began, and Smoke Glasses spun the pistol in his hand in a very sloppy manner, then tucked it back into his waistband, even though I tucked it in the wrong place.

My seven brothers and I, each named after one of the seven colors of Tescatlipoca, namely red, white, white, and blue, achieved the title of Almighty God.

"Oh no, you slow-paced friend, just get to the point."

Jingu paid attention to my attempts to get close to her, but I have no interest in getting close to women.

"Ah, friend, I'm not some leopard man. Please show some respect. I don't dislike you just because you're a snake, do I?"

Jingu interrupted me. Given that Yan Yanjing's crazy and unpredictable behavior is already established, he'll probably let me speak carefully, and he'll likely only hear some useless things today.

Smoke Mirror pulled out a gun out of thin air and kissed it hard.

Is it like that... that I am too?

"Physical build, fighting spirit, well-trained physique, or even tactical thinking—none of that matters. It can turn anyone into a warrior, to fucking kill each other!"

The difference is that in some versions, I and my eight brothers and sisters were conceived by two other minor gods.

Every now and then, a few curses combining Western religious and popular elements would pop out of his mouth.

"How about we first tell you how he died and how he was brought back to life? Knowing the cause and effect will only confuse you."

"How awful, how awful, my friend is really indifferent."

She approached him casually, wanting to put her arm around his shoulder, but Jingu dodged her.

"Oh my god, you fucking my Holy Mother! This guy is amazing! He crossed the Storm Sea as a mortal and successfully arrived in your kingdom."

"Tell the important point!"

Previously, Quetzalcoatl, also known as the feathered serpent god, was his brother who created the world together. The seven of them were the seven opposing forces representing the two extremes of good and evil.

Based on the cause-and-effect relationship, it is now clear that if the divine palace is willing, it can easily devour it and turn it into its own avatar.

"My dear friend, it seems he thinks he knows you very well, but what about you? You don't know your friend at all."

Smoke Mirror knew exactly where to take out a water glass and quickly quenched his thirst.

"Humans these days are really something else. They've built skyscrapers and highways connecting millions of miles away, and they can monitor the behavior and information of hundreds of millions of people, all without guns."

"Oh, you're so naive. You thought your dear friend only wanted to hear the important parts."

Chapter 325 God of Conquerors

In 1519, the shadows of the past resurfaced.

Ancient city-states and corrupt empires are growing weaker on the coast of America.

Having traversed stormy seas, driven by a greedy desire for gold and land, cunning and despicable invaders, and great conquerors, landed on this land brimming with wealth.

Their ships were loaded with muskets and cannonballs, and the foolish Montezuma II, the foolish king of Mexico City.

He couldn't see the dangerous metal beneath the canvas, nor the mockery disguised as a Spaniard's act.

Montezuma II regarded these invaders as messengers of the feathered serpent god, welcomed them into Mexico City, and subsequently repeatedly protected and even submitted to these Spaniards.

Finally, he was stoned to death while negotiating with his own people and compatriots.

How foolish! What a laughable ending!

Because of his foolishness, that Spaniard went from an unknown nobody to a great explorer, becoming the great Mexican conqueror Hernán Cortés.

However, as the lord of a city, he wouldn't still firmly believe that these white people were messengers of God when facing a life-or-death crisis.

“You know you really lost badly, so before that resurrection, you were full of fighting spirit.”

"Yes, yes, yes, my friend has a small misunderstanding about you. You didn't do everything, and you didn't mislead us."

The story seems to have a clear ending: Quetzalcoatl and Smoke Mirror are not only brothers, but also the seven opposing forces, and there is no simple hatred or grudge between them.

Because I am the night wind blowing through the darkness, a constant wind symbolizing a constant destiny.

“Friend, don’t laugh at yourself. You’ve just underestimated me. I swallowed Quetzalcoatl, who left the Aztecs, so you ended up thinking it was really Quetzalcoatl, and that’s why you’ve made a big mistake.”

"Whether I am there or not, the Spanish cannons will not be able to break through Mexico City, and the butcher's knife will still be raised. The gap between civilization and backwardness cannot be bridged."

"From the Aegean Peninsula to the once-glorious Roman Empire; from the cool, dry banks of the Nile to the icy, desolate Siberian plains."

However, it now appears that a new name needs to be added to the list: Tescatlipoca.

It would be truly terrifying if it were the only god who could kill me to the point where I could not return without the influence of certain external factors.

The God of the Jews, who came from Canaan, absorbed the Mesopotamian heritage and soared to great heights before a brief period of dormancy.

The shrine has changed its posture. I don't care whether the only divine ox is an ox or not. Anyway, I'm in Yingzhou, and we're not related. It's a time for small-scale religious wars anyway.

"But he did nothing, allowing us to land, allowing us to slaughter, and even misled his own followers, making us lower our guard."

Even in modern times, after generations of weaponry, human weapons are still powerless in the face of the gods, let alone the massive cannons of centuries later.

Jingu initially agreed with Smoke Mirror's words, but then immediately added a sarcastic remark.

Smoke Mirror smiled dismissively, seemingly showing no regard for his brother.

"That's your friend, his common enemy."

"The being capable of killing you, along with these conquerors, is the god who conquers all."

“I am not dead yet. The prophecy of the return has not yet been fulfilled, so it has not yet begun, but it has been fulfilled in another way.”

"A great warrior is one who not only denies greatness, but also rises from victory many times and learns from his opponents."

Gods are hard to truly die; as long as there is no one's faith, they can always return once again.

He punched Egypt, kicked Greece, and swept across all of Europe. Jupiter, Ra, Ahura, or even Odin and Sventovetti—they were all just figures in his discourse.

"Of course, this fool's actions have hurt Xiaoya. No matter how hard I tried or how stupid I was, the responsibility I bore in that incident was actually quite heavy."

“These people who came across the stormy sea do not carry the aura of Quetzart Koyatl, and it is precisely because of that that you allowed us to land on the shore.”

Seemingly without any regrets about his initial carelessness, Yanyanjing repeatedly emphasized that he was bound to lose to his opponent.

"And it really is me. You also came to your friend and said that you had joined forces to deal with outsiders, and that it was necessary to seek help from within."

Smoke Mirror nodded in agreement.

"Yahweh, Jehovah, God, God... there are countless names for Him, just as you are. He is the all-knowing and all-powerful God, the King of all, the Lord of hosts."

In fact, even if I were to explain it to you, the shrine would understand who that minor deity is.

"His kingdom extends from the heavens to the earth, to all that mankind has done and has not done."

"Yes, of course it's me, your friend. He's thinking too little."

"From the lowly, golden-clad king to the haughty, groveling slave outside the mud pit."

“My friend is right.”

"I'm sure he wasn't referring to this broken Spanish and biblical praise when he said he was learning; that would be so pointless."

It glides slowly, eventually settling on a humanoid figure enveloped in light.

Smoke Mirror laughed, mocking even his most loyal followers without restraint.

"But is Quetzalcoatl a benevolent god? And how could he massacre his own homeland? And how could he actually kill him?"

He once left and made a prediction that he would return one day. Little did he know that the boring coincidence was not just a coincidence.

As for how the Smoke Mirror was resurrected, even if I explained it, Jingu could guess it.

"If you mess things up as soon as it's over and go toe-to-toe with Him, you're sure to lose."

“But we do not yet have him, the lowest god, the omnipotent god.”

The reason, of course, lies with the person behind him.

He reached his hand out of his head and pulled out a few images, like an unfolding film reel.

Perhaps it is wise to use a spear against guns and cannons, but it is also wise to fire at storms and earthquakes, or at a god who has destroyed the world seven times.

The feathered serpent god is the white Tescatlipoca, an being equal to our gods.

“Yes, I did tell that fool that those Spaniards were messengers of Quetzalcoatl, but I also said that they would bring unprecedented danger.”

Jingu had no belief that the smoke mirror could not directly bury us beneath the coast, nor could it be achieved by storms, tsunamis, earthquakes, or any other means.

"He is the conqueror of all, the king in the hearts of all."

Smoke Mirror attempted to mimic the tone of a missionary, but his accent made him sound quite unlike the real thing.

"Heh, so what if he lost? It's better to deny it than to admit it. If he was really confident he would lose, why would he be bothering you?"