Having traversed countless realms, can you possibly be as clever as me?

Tsurugi was puzzled by the sudden appearance of this Azazel, but just as he was thinking about it, he suddenly froze, stood up abruptly, and looked in the direction of Jerusalem.

His expression became incredibly varied, from shock to annoyance at being robbed, then to a strange look, and finally, he burst into laughter.

"I see. I'm so sorry I underestimated you."

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602. Cursed Jesus: Now is the time for revenge (shaving)

What are the three main elements that constitute a virtual curse spirit?

Horror, faith, and then the venue

Generally speaking, all three are indispensable.

Take, for example, the strongest imaginary cursed spirit Tamamo-no-Mae that Xia Youjie once possessed. As one of the three great yokai in Japanese mythology, her birthplace was Nasuno, the place where, according to legend, she was suppressed by Abe no Yasachika and turned into the Sessho-seki.

With this factor taken into account, horror becomes a less important element.

After all, in modern times, the name Tamamo-no-Mae has long been imbued with various elements, and the original terrifying concept of a great yokai has long been forgotten!

Therefore, one must carefully select the faith and the place, and then use fear as an aid to construct it.

Honestly, [the text abruptly ends here, likely due to an incomplete sentence or a formatting error.]

Before he obtained the Spell Spirit Manipulation Technique, he would only think that conceiving a virtual spell spirit was a completely thankless task. Even if it was a special-grade one, the strength of a virtual spell spirit was far inferior to that of a real spell spirit.

But now, that super "Great Cursed Spirit," born in Japan from the combined fear of humanity worldwide and the impression of the "Crimson King," has caused chaos and confusion.

That's amazing! That's so much fun! How can something so interesting exist in the world?!

Human terror, faith, and cognition—these things came together, and then were completely manipulated by the demons.

The scene in that instant was breathtaking, a spectacle of breathtaking beauty, a breathtaking sight.

But more than fear, what terrified him was undoubtedly the truth that followed, and—

What will the world look like after that?

Let's start the experiment!

Candlelight flickered beneath the dome of the Church of the Holy Sepulchre.

The text appears to be a jumbled collection of characters and phrases, possibly from different sources, and doesn't form coherent sentences. A direct translation isn't meaningful without further context or clarification.

The strong European flag system is where the glaze is woven, the desolate desolation is shrouded in mist, the lingering gloom is filled with the scent of pine needles, and ...

During those two weeks, he visited the Mount of Olives, standing all night in the shade of the thousand-year-old olive trees in the Garden of Gethsemane; he walked the fourteen Stations of the Cross, using his magic to sense the memories that might remain in each stone; he looked down over the entire Old City from the ruins of the Tower of David, watching Jews, Christians, and Muslims move between their respective holy sites like a flock of sheep separated by an invisible fence.

Honestly, these experiences were truly worthwhile.

After all, once he left Japan, what meaning would these ancient historical sites have for him if he didn't possess any magical powers elsewhere?

But now, he wants to use this to create something far more exaggerated than his original ideal.

"Can we begin?"

Several Americans with gloomy faces approached him, eagerly asking him questions, while others...

"I heard yesterday that several more of your people were arrested?"

The Americans did not answer, but their breathing became noticeably rapid.

Yes, for the past two weeks, their lives have been like living in hell.

Fear and unease constantly plagued their hearts, and the daily, fixed-time court hearings from the devil of judgment made them feel their hearts leap into their throats every time.

It wasn't just the unease they felt; they were also filled with immense fear when they learned what would happen to those who had once shared the same table with them after the gavel fell.

Death? No, no, no, that's too wonderful. In this world now covered and cursed by that demon's domain, their fate will always be a living hell!

He was a demon who couldn't tolerate even the slightest injustice. He would make those who didn't deserve to die in the eyes of the law suffer for eternity, let alone them.

As former members of the deep state government in the United States, among the most powerful of the powerful, they know all too well how dirty their hands are.

They cannot die, absolutely not. If they cannot get through this ordeal, eternal torment awaits them!

Therefore, they could only place all their hopes on the curse master in front of them.

But they do not intend to summon Jesus.

This is normal, even if it's just a fleeting moment of joy and happiness. It's perfectly normal.

If they can't summon Jesus, then which biblical spirit can they summon that can both help them fight demons and instill fear in others?

The answer is, Messiah.

To be honest, this is a bit like going through the motions, since the Messiah and Jesus are practically synonymous in today's world. But regardless, attempting to summon the Messiah at least adds the element of the King of the Jews.

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Or rather, Americans want to invoke Jesus; they place their hopes on Him, on His teachings, and on His own understanding.

The American gestured to the side, and soon, the [unclear text - possibly a name or symbol] appeared. The [unclear text - possibly a name or symbol] then proceeded to [unclear text - possibly a name or symbol], and [unclear text - possibly a name or symbol] appeared.

They are bishops and senior priests from the Vatican. As for why they chose to cooperate with Americans, it is naturally because they were originally Americans.

One of them was the person they planned to put in power immediately after the current pope's death, so that he could formally declare complete reconciliation with Judaism and respect the other as his elder brother.

But whether there's a plan or not, it's meaningless now.

A living, breathing biblical demon is tormenting the world, and it is clear that people seem to believe in Jesus—which has instilled extreme fear in these wavering traitors.

They were not afraid of demons, but of non-existent angels and saints; they clearly felt they could not escape this final reckoning.

"That's not enough, it's still a bit short. Where's the Jewish priest I asked for?" The old man, still fuming, said, "I need more than that."

"Don't try to fool me. Even if the position and beliefs are correct enough, if the essential elements of fear are missing, then it might not be able to be created~~~"

“They’ll be here soon.” The American tycoon in front of me said with a slight twitch of his expression, “It took us a lot of effort to convince them.”

"Oh? What time?"

“They demanded that we pay six million dollars and sign a document stating that it was a ‘non-religious act’ and ‘did not represent any official Jewish position’.”

The text appears to be a jumbled collection of characters and symbols, possibly from different sources. A direct translation isn't meaningful without further context or clarification.

The side door of the church was pushed open, and twelve Jews dressed in black formal attire filed in. Leading them was a middle-aged man with a black wide-brimmed hat and a thick beard; his sideburns were curled into spirals, casting long, thin shadows in the candlelight. They were Haredis—the most conservative branch of Orthodox Judaism.

In a sense, they are actually among the better Jewish people on this land now, because at least they don't think they should establish a nation here at this time.

However, there's no point in saying all this. The so-called "goodness" is just a result of comparison, and even if they are anti-Semitic, it doesn't mean they are good people.

Sure enough, the way these people entered the Church of the Holy Sepulchre was as if they had entered a contaminated area filled with radiation. The expressions on everyone's faces could be described with the same word—utter grief.

“This place,” the bearded man muttered in Hebrew, “should have been burned down two thousand years ago!”

“Rabbi,” the man said, his voice trembling, “I have a deep understanding of the world and its people. I am deeply saddened by your passing and your presence is truly profound.”

The bearded man's face darkened further. His brow furrowed, his eyes narrowed, and he looked at the man with a stern expression. He stammered, "What are you doing here?"

This isn't some kind of rune or script; to be honest, it's... (The rest of the text appears to be gibberish and doesn't translate directly.)

This is a variant of Proto-Semitic, a writing system older than Hebrew, Arabic, and Aramaic. It was reconstructed from the Dead Sea Scrolls; it was a long-extinct script.

Therefore, the beard was loose and the shoulders were covered with mud. The thunderous and dry mud was covered with mud. The foundation was laid with mud. The mud was covered ...

The characters connected to each other, forming a complex circular array three meters in diameter. A blank space was left at the center of the array, where the core medium that would constitute the imaginary incantation spirit would be placed.

“Fathers,” he said, his voice trembling, “their priests are all smiles and laughter. They are so kind and gentle, they ...

The five priests did as they were told. Their hands were trembling, but their lips were moving incessantly—they were praying silently, asking God for forgiveness and protection in the most urgent tone.

The American then opened a titanium suitcase, inside which lay a dark red, completely carbonized piece of wood.

Fragments of the True Cross.

One of the Vatican's most prized possessions is said to be a fragment of the cross on which Jesus was crucified. For centuries, it has been kept in a secret crypt beneath St. Peter's Basilica, and its authenticity is impossible to verify—the fragments of the cross claimed to be genuine worldwide could probably build a ship if put together, hence the widespread speculation.

But as I said before, the truth or falsehood doesn't matter, as long as the meaning is conveyed, that's OK!

He placed the fragment of the True Cross in the very center of the formation.

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Now, "了髯蚰鞘鲇倘耍扒泰忝钦镜皆舱蟟耐馕В吵狻！?"

The bearded man took a deep breath: "The 'assistance' you're referring to doesn't include reciting any scriptures, right?"

"No need. You just need to stand there and express your most genuine emotions."

"What emotion?"

The text appears to be a jumbled collection of characters and symbols, possibly from different sources. A direct translation isn't meaningful without further context or clarification.

He paused for a moment, the needle protruding slightly from his temple like a snake eyeing its prey.

"—The deepest, most profound fear that you have imagined after the Messiah's return."

The bearded man's face flushed red, as if he had suffered a tremendous insult, but before he could speak, [he was interrupted].

"Whether you are truly afraid is not important. What is important is that your fear will pull at your race’s two thousand years of dread of him—being banished, slaughtered, and stigmatized for the sin of 'god-killing,' and scattered throughout the world. The fear does not come from the Nazarene himself, but from what has been given to this name for two thousand years, a blade pointed at the throat of your nation."

The bearded man's expression was priceless; after struggling for a while, he finally gave in and obediently swore a few curses.

The hip was scooped up, and the venom was tattered. The venom was tattered ...

The five priests began to chant, their faith wavering and impious, even trembling, yet they still recited it.

"Εναρχη ηνοΛογο?...(In the beginning there was the Tao)"

The twelve Jews wore expressions of obvious disgust. The bearded man turned his head away, and another young Jew wearing a small round cap even covered his ears. They were muttering Jewish prayers, the Shema in Hebrew, the most fundamental declaration of Judaism.

“Hear, O Israel! The Lord our God is the one.”

The text appears to be a jumbled collection of characters and symbols, possibly from different sources. A direct translation isn't meaningful without further context or clarification.

Faith, terror, and then the venue—all of these have come together.

The disease was caused by a combination of factors, including the presence of small, sharp, and easily irritated tissues. The condition was characterized by the presence of small, sharp, and easily irritated tissues, which could lead to various health problems ...

Then, the unremarkable piece of carbonized wood fragments floated up, slowly rotating and expanding in the dark red light, like a seed buried in the soil, beginning to sprout after absorbing enough emotional nourishment. Dark red wood fibers emerged from the fragments, spreading, weaving, and intertwining in the air like blood vessels, forming a blurred outline.

It was a human-shaped outline.

But the fabricated story of the story, ...

"Hiss... Tengen? No, what's going on?"