Tokyo Gods Only Want Beautiful Priestesses

"That is the difference between you and them. You would drag their innocent relatives or children down with you just to torment them."

The shrine's face is fascinating, showing both sorrow and joy.

"But does he know what the difference is between you and them?"

"They would even slaughter millions of people for a moment of impatience."

He poured the scorching ash down under the leader's eyes, burning my skin with bloody, mangled marks.

"Do whatever you want! Even if you accuse us of countless crimes, it won't change the fact that we were just doing this for..."

"For our country and our nation!"

Small groups of people are influenced and driven by the spread of ideas. Perhaps we ourselves know why we do what we do?

Why be hostile? Why hate? Why glorify? But when small-minded ideologies and trends rise up, a small minority can only try to fit in.

But doing so would only make me one of those people, which is disgusting.

Jingu laughed again, turning that theory of victory and defeat upside down and applying it to his opponent.

"If you want power, then seize it; if you are content with the status quo, then fight for it. Why bother raising a mere banner of petty righteousness for yourselves? Besides, are you really so petty?"

"Even if a person's conscience and civilization, public opinion and society can legally restrain you, you will still spontaneously regress to control yourself."

Jingu chuckled and casually kicked the loudest person in the face.

The shrine maiden looked at us with disgust.

"Oh no, that's enough of the chit-chat. Now let's see how they end up."

"Thank you, thank you for your mercy, for their innocent relatives, their infants, their parents who could barely move, all died tragically because of their stupidity."

"...Thank you..."

He spoke with great righteousness, but the shrine maiden was amused instead.

"Ha, according to his logic, whatever you do to him now, taking everything away from him, is justified?"

“You can’t kill them all, their sons, wives, parents, and friends, who are all here, and let our blood stain the whole of Tokyo before theirs.”

"The stability of the nation? The rise and fall of the people? The wishes and lives of the people? Do they really not care about such things at all?"

"To embellish history, acknowledge the past, and distort inhumane massacres into the inevitability of war, is to use the right or wrong of one's stance to justify one's own evil deeds."

A small number of people care not only about their own lives, but also about the lives of their family and friends.

Jingu continued leisurely:

It's definitely just a way to vent about that incident; even destroying the entire Yingzhou would be a problem.

The gates of hell opened silently, releasing the smell of sulfur and blood.

Even those who didn't confront those issues directly, those who truly faced them with honesty, like the artist who admired this painting in Hiroshima.

"So you will be like them, they are inhuman beasts, and you will be."

Jingu looked towards the shrine behind the plaza, which they had spent a lot of time and effort building, and which enshrined many people whose names they did not want to mention.

"Ha, how ridiculous. The true God is full of the radiance of humanity, while the beast in human skin acts under the guise of divine justice."

"Thank you, and I am glad that you are not like those inhuman beasts, but a God who can think and maintain reason."

The leaders snorted dismissively and said:

As if anticipating our answer, Jingu calmly lit his pipe and exhaled a puff.

The leaders, however, continued to glare and angrily denounce the shrine.

The shrine's voice echoed throughout the entire square, the chilling murderous intent in his words sending shivers down people's spines, and the cruelty within made many people turn pale.

Some of those who were incited to join in those words only began to reflect on the right and wrong of the matter after they were about to face death.

They regard the words of the victors as truth, and the group behind them as the lingering poison of war.

"Thank you for sparing our family, even though you knew that escaping meant certain death."

"Nation? Ethnicity? What are you talking about?"

Chapter 340 Corpse and Excrement Hell

Do you know what kind of torment the souls in hell endure?

“They were torn to pieces, with iron spikes entering from behind and exiting from the front, strung together and roasted over the fires of hell.”

"It is cut into countless pieces, and then stitched back together with needle and thread through the blood vessels and meridians, while you remain conscious and can only feel it all."

"They were hammered like iron stones, thrown into iron mortars, and ground into a paste by mixing their bones, blood, and internal organs together."

"Pour molten iron down your throat and internal organs, then let it cool and solidify before throwing it back into the inferno."

"Throw it on a red-hot iron plate to sear on both sides, or throw it into a big pot... Oh, I smashed that pot a while ago, so it seems you won't get to experience the hellish furnace hot spring."

With the explanation of the shrine, Kajō Ruri coordinated the transfer of the gates of hell, revealing the solemn and terrifying wonders of hell to everyone present.

The most bizarre and disgusting parts are so intense that even if you haven't eaten for several days and your stomach is empty, you can't help but feel nauseous and vomit.

"Of course, there are also sword fields and forests, and cesspools and pits of fire. Among them, I think the cesspool is the most suitable for you animals. It's just as disgusting, how perfect."

No matter how strong-willed you were just now, or how much preparation you had in your mind, when you see the hellish scene before you...

I felt that every moment, impurities were pouring into my body from all directions and through all the orifices.

The only ordinary ones, not the leaders, were made into the core by the Divine Palace. They could simultaneously sense the thousands of mouths beneath that body, as well as the churning stomachs and sense of smell.

We can no longer control what we think, and our minds have fallen into a state of complete loss of control.

We can even see evil ghosts and jailers, when they're bored, casually biting off half the head of a wronged soul next to them and chewing it in their mouths.

An indescribable sensation exploded from our taste buds, a nauseating taste that traveled down our throats and back into our stomachs.

"Be grateful, for that is the eternal life that everyone dreams of."

Everyone was filled with dread, even to the point of having their spleen and gallbladder rupture.

At this point, having lost our only source of food, we will resort to cannibalism, and only then will the journey begin.

Meanwhile, the thousands of mouths and tongues beneath the tumor, which were under control, were not yet frantically devouring and drinking everything in the sea of ​​feces.

"It's true that you have to be afraid. But once you get used to it, it won't be so bad. Screaming and yelling are just a way of venting from the subconscious. In fact, most people's souls are already numb by the time they get to the end."

The shrine was made quite smoothly; it simply pieced us together, and each person didn't have individual taste buds or stomachs.

The shrine then made those people and that shrine sink and retreat together, swallowing and consuming them every moment, thus maintaining a vigorous life force.

It sank hastily into the filth and mud, and the deformed, disgusting monster let out a greedy roar.

The horrific, terrified expressions on their faces were so vivid that even through the gates of hell, one could almost hear their mournful screams, as resentful as the ocean waves.

Jingu snapped his fingers, and the bodies of the people behind him stopped expanding and pressed together.

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Oh, and you also weakened their seven senses, especially their sense of smell and taste, so that the most important thing was to eat bitter food with gratitude.

"The real torment and torture may not even be worthy of being called hell, but you are very satisfied with this."

The tiny gates of hell hastily swallowed the monster behind them, then threw it back into the boundless hell of corpses and dung.

As for how many eons ago that would be, that remains to be seen.

Several fleshy buds spread outwards, connecting the ground and walls of the shrine together.

Moreover, even on this basis, the Seventh Sense has been weakened by the Shrine.

Only by witnessing firsthand how evil spirits rip out a person's heart and lungs and skewer them into meat can one truly understand the horror of it.

"So you, from there, bestow upon them what they desire most."

Jingu knows what this feeling is like because imagination is the source.

Is that the world before a person dies?

However, my sentence will continue until I have devoured the entire hell of corpses and excrement.

Beside her, Kajō Ruri could easily open the gates of hell, her target being the Corpse and Excrement Hell located near the edge of hell.

He reached out and pulled out a clump of white, mud-like substance from beneath the spirit tablet enshrined in the shrine.

He glanced at it with disgust, then shoved it directly into the smoke and dust behind him.

In the inferno, flames stretched as far as the eye could see, and countless ghosts struggled and twisted in the raging fire. Beside them were numerous fierce and malevolent ghost guards who used all sorts of torture instruments to pierce through us.

The tumor devoured the shrine's buildings, and the voices of a thousand people converged, blindly gnawing at seven places.

Jingu took a step forward, examining his work.

The bacteria and mosquitoes that breed there will use that huge, tumor-like body as a breeding ground, multiplying continuously within it.

But seeing that scene actually made me feel a little better.

Instead of sinking immediately, the muddy, sticky sea of ​​excrement, like a swamp, quickly swallowed us up.

It's not that we have no knowledge of hell, but how can a little imagination compare to seeing it with our own eyes?

"You have merged them, their ancestors, and that shrine together, and given them the ability to replenish their life force without resorting to fasting."

Moreover, those buds were still climbing up towards the bodies of the people below the square, taking root from our skin.

Jingu exhaled a puff of smoke, enveloping the group of people behind him, and then gave a sinister laugh.

Blood and yellowish-white substances dripped from beneath the fangs, making them appear even more ferocious and terrifying.

Rivers and lakes are composed of sludge and rotting corpses, mixed with excrement and urine.

"It is only when they drown in excrement and latrines that their fate is worthy of their name, and that they are worthy of the name of a sacred toilet."

"Let them become one with the ancestors they worship, and then I'll let you make some major modifications to your bodies."

We want to speak, but we are no longer able to speak.

Even the leaders who had been so assertive just moments before were now deathly pale and speechless.

The newly formed body was extremely hungry, with an inexhaustible hunger and a feeling of emptiness. However, the combined consciousness of the thousands of people could not control the body and could only feel it.

"A soul that has lost its body is merely a rooted duckweed, which will be worn down by constant friction, even to the point of numbness, which will cause torment."