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"—A cockroach that is being crushed and trampled but still clinging to life."

An angry roar erupted from the crowd. Some rushed forward, only to be stopped by their companions. Some raised their guns and pulled the triggers. Some began to pray loudly, Hebrew prayers raining down on the Dongjiang River.

"Blasphemy!"

"Shut up!"

In the holy name—

Dongjiang raised a finger and gently shook it. The next moment, these people who had been shouting were horrified to find that they could no longer speak.

"The Promised Land, the People of the Covenant." Dongjiang clicked his tongue, his eyes filled with mockery and cruelty as he looked at them.

"You believe in that agreement, right? Then you who established a country here without permission should be prepared to bear all the consequences."

He raised his hand, and in an instant, a second sun appeared in the sky.

It wasn't a metaphor; it was the real sun. A giant sphere of light appeared out of nowhere above Ben-Gurion Airport, its intense rays pouring down and enveloping the entire country of Israel.

But unlike the one in Tokyo before, this time the light was not warm, but rather a burning sensation that was still unbearable even from a distance.

"You know how Sodom and Gomorrah were destroyed, don't you?" Tsugumi's voice came from the light, carrying a joyful tone.

“Fire and sulfur came down from the sky and destroyed the cities and the plains, and all the inhabitants of the cities, and everything that grew on the ground.”

The old rabbi's face was ashen.

“No…” he murmured, “You can’t…you’re not…”

"Am I not Jehovah?" Tsurugi finished the sentence for him, then laughed. "Yes, I am not. I am clearly Saint Mammon! But, strangely enough, I can hear your prayers now."

“Shema Yisrael! Adonai Eloheinu, Adonai Echad! (Hear, Israel! The Lord our God, the Lord is one!)” The old rabbi knelt on the ground, his hands trembling as he pointed to the sky, praying with all his might.

Then, a response came from within the light.

"Hey, I'm here."

The old rabbi froze, looking up at the radiant figure in the sky. The figure was looking down at him, a simple, mocking expression on its face, like a child who had just pulled off a prank.

"What did you pray for?" the voice asked in the ear of every Christian. "Say it again? I didn't hear you."

Desperate screams erupted from the crowd. Some knelt and began to pray frantically. Others clutched scriptures, reciting psalms incoherently. Still others simply stood there, gazing up at the light in the sky, tears streaming silently down their faces.

The most terrifying thing happened: it wasn't the arrival of demons, nor the destruction by heavenly fire.

The object of their lifelong prayers responded to them with a strange yet joyful voice.

"Arrogance, injustice, oppression of the sojourner, forgetting who you are. For six thousand years, you have experienced this time and again, yet you have never understood one thing: you are not the chosen people. You have merely been chosen to serve the world."

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They stood by the roadside, clutching their last remaining belongings, watching blankly as their homes turned to rubble.

A man in a suit stood in the office, signing a document titled "Saga Belt Power Supply Reduction Plan." A satisfied yet cruel smile played on his lips as he signed his name.

A group of soldiers in uniform stood before a checkpoint, watching a pregnant woman struggle to wait. Her belly was large, her forehead was covered in sweat, and her lips were cracked. The soldiers laughed, speaking in Hebrew, and then slowly checked her documents, ignoring her pleas, until her water broke, and amidst the soldiers' beastly laughter, she bled and died, along with her unborn child.

A group of children were playing in the ruins. The buzzing of a drone echoed in the sky. The children looked up, curiously watching the small black dot. Then, the dot turned into a flash of fire. The children vanished.

The rabbis, dressed in long black robes, stood on the pulpit, preaching to the believers. Their voices were impassioned as they spoke of the glory of the "chosen people" and the holiness of the "Promised Land." They quoted scriptures and ancient texts to prove everything: expulsion, killing, and deprivation—all were justified.

As for the evidence of this race and this country's crimes, Tsurugi doesn't need to search for anything; it's everywhere, practically omnipresent.

After all, for this group of people, the worst way to smear them is to expose what they have done.

Tsurugai spent a long time on the case because the evidence was indeed numerous and countless.

And for some reason, the amount of magic he consumed when displaying these things was negligible.

The display of evidence lasted for several hours, and when he looked down, he saw a huge number of people.

From the airport exit to the parking lot, and then to the distant highway, the streets were packed with people. Soldiers and civilians mingled together, men and women stood side by side, and the elderly and children were protected at the back. Some held guns, some held scriptures, and some held national flags.

Dongjiang stopped, tilted his head to examine the scene before him, and then smiled.

"Such a grand display?" His voice wasn't loud, but it carried far in the absolute silence.

"I'm so embarrassed."

From the crowd, an elderly man dressed in black stepped forward. His beard was white, his eyes were deep-set, but his back was ramrod straight. Behind him followed several rabbis, also dressed in black, and several generals in crisp military uniforms.

“Demon.” The old man’s voice was hoarse, but each word was like a nail driven into the air. “Your deception cannot fool us! It cannot deceive us, your only elect!”

"What right do you have to judge us? We are God's chosen people, we are the descendants of Abraham, and we will never fall!"

"For six thousand years, we have been driven out, slaughtered, enslaved, and burned. Egyptians, Babylonians, Greeks, Romans, Crusaders, Spaniards, Nazis—they all wanted to destroy us."

He took a step forward, his cloudy eyes burning with a strange fervor and a sense of purpose.

"But we're still here."

From the crowd behind him came low murmurs of agreement. The sound spread like a tide, starting softly and then growing louder—

"We're still here!"

"We're still here!!"

"We're still here!!!"

“There is a promise here,” he said. “There is a covenant here. You may kill some of us, demons. But you cannot destroy us. For we have a covenant with the One.”

The old rabbi paused, his voice becoming even deeper.

"Thus says the Lord Almighty."

The crowd behind them erupted in an even louder response. Some began to pray, some to sing, and some to hold up scriptures and recite them aloud. The soldiers raised their guns high, their eyes genuinely filled with faith and fervor.

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“Did you hear that, demon?” Another rabbi stepped forward, his voice sharp and high-pitched.

"Your power may be great, but on whose land do you stand? Against whose people do you face? How many empires have we traversed? Where is Egypt? Where is Babylon? Where is Rome? They are all dead, turned to dust—"

"And we're still standing!"

A cheer erupted from the crowd, and Tsurugi looked at them, his smile growing even wider.

"Finished?" Tsuruge raised her hand, her slender fingers tapping her temple, her face full of mockery.

"Egyptians, Babylonians, Romans, Nazis—were they the ones you destroyed? If I remember correctly, your role here was—"