I cultivate a deity in Tokyo

"The yokai representing Takamagahara are already waiting there."

"My Lord, please send someone to represent the Netherworld in this battle."

Upon hearing this, the deity raised an eyebrow slightly and then raised her slender arm.

A pitch-black void gate appeared behind her without warning.

Through a corner of the door, one can vaguely see the scene inside.

It was an enormous tree.

Clusters of dense light hung among the dark branches and leaves.

The deity reached out and entered through the door.

When I pulled it back, my palm was filled with a shimmering halo.

Its light was exactly the same as the light shining on the foreheads of those creatures from the Netherworld.

The deity tilted his palm, letting the halos fall downwards and into the barrier.

In an instant, within the barrier, terrifying auras surged up like a storm.

The next instant, the enormous, dark figure of the Shadow Creature suddenly appeared within the barrier.

Moreover, the number exceeds thirty.

However, it did not make any immediate move, but instead occupied one side of the barrier, standing there as if asleep.

Overwhelmed by this terrifying aura, the gods couldn't help but feel a chill run down their spines.

I understand more and more clearly the difference between the Netherworld and Takamagahara.

The two are not even in the same league.

Even if that god of the underworld didn't make a move, this casually dispatched force alone would be enough to destroy Takamagahara dozens of times over!

With the strength of those monsters, it's questionable whether they can even withstand the attack, let alone win.

After doing all this, the gods did not stop there.

She extended her index finger and gently hooked it.

In the next instant, countless gazes from all corners of the world converged on the god's side.

Gazing at that figure, the gods couldn't help but grit their teeth.

Anger, hatred, contempt, disdain

All eyes fell on Ebisu, who had suddenly appeared.

Looking at that unfamiliar figure, Izanami's expression became very complicated.

"Your Excellency, God."

Even though his appearance was sudden, Ebisu reacted quickly and immediately bowed respectfully.

Looking at the figure prostrate on the ground, the god said coldly.

"Ant, I, the god, will keep my promise and grant your wish."

"However, the form of implementation has changed slightly."

"Simply put, it will be decided through the next battle."

"If we win, I will wipe everything here."

"But if you lose, I will return to the Netherworld, and your wish will end there."

Upon hearing this, Ebisu's expression changed.

He hesitated.

"Your Excellency, wouldn't this be a bit..."

"Ants," the god interrupted impatiently.

"Don't forget, your original wish was to obtain the power to destroy everything, not to have me do it."

"Now, I, the god, bestow upon you a power a million times greater than your opponent's to engage in this contest. What more could you ask for?"

"I have none," Ebisu said, forcing a smile.

He could clearly sense the barely contained rage emanating from the deity's words.

Although he didn't know what had happened, Ebisu knew that he absolutely could not disobey the god's words at this moment.

The god snorted coldly, withdrew his gaze from Ebisu's back, and looked at Shiraki Shun with his beautiful eyes.

"You heard it, living beings."

"Let's start the war."

"Remember well the consequences of challenging the Netherworld with your own eyes."

"In that case, Your Majesty, let us begin."

Shiramu Jun nodded slightly.

As if it were a signal to begin, the light screen that stood in the center of the barrier, separating the two sides, suddenly lit up with a dazzling golden light.

It then began to dissipate into specks of light.

At the same time, the light on the shadow creature's forehead intensified, and billowing dark mist swept out like a tidal wave, dragging everything around it into the abyss.

Sensing the terror of this eerie mist, the gods trembled.

The power it contains is several times stronger than the one encountered in the divine realm of Priest Shiraki a few days ago.

Last time, even Amaterasu Omikami managed to hold off the attack with great difficulty.

The monsters alone were no match for the corrosive power of this eerie mist.

One will die instantly upon contact with it.

Looking at the overwhelming, gloomy mist sweeping in from the opposite side, on the monster side, standing at the forefront was a nine-tailed cat demon wearing a special bodysuit that revealed several tails.

He then turned his head to look at the frog-footed demon beside him, who was also wearing a special bodysuit, and said in a serious tone.

"The enemy is here, adjutant. Prepare for combat at level one."

"Yes." The frog demon nodded solemnly.

It stood at attention, turned around, looked at the monsters behind it who were also solemn and ready to go, and raised its arms and shouted.

"Brothers, listen to my command: three, two, one!"

"Attention, all hands, ready—"

"Go! Go! Go!"

I'm raising a god in Tokyo

Chapter 319 I can't see it.

Gao Tianyuan.

On the island.

At this moment, the gods' sitting postures had involuntarily begun to lean forward.

He craned his neck, looking anxiously at the barrier in front of him.

Everyone wanted to know how the battle was going.

After all, this was a battle that would determine the life or death of Takamagahara.

Similarly, this also determines the fate of these gods who belong to Takamagahara.

As for the outcome of this fate...

In truth, the gods had already prepared for the worst.

According to the gods' speculation, the White Wood Priest's intention in arranging for those weak monsters to appear was probably to lower the guard of the Netherworld God, and then seize the opportunity to seek a chance for victory.

But now it seems that Priest Shiraki's intentions have failed.

That god of the underworld had absolutely no such intention.

The force they dispatched was enough to annihilate the entire Takamagahara.

Such a nightmarish enemy, which even gods like them could not resist, how could those weak monsters possibly withstand it?

Therefore, the monsters' defeat is a foregone conclusion.

Takamagahara is doomed.

At this moment, the atmosphere on the island was deathly silent.

Many gods silently reached out, their palms reaching for the Totsuka Sword that they had hidden in their robes beforehand.

This was something the gods had secretly planned.

If the monsters are defeated, then they will only have one last path left.

The fish died and the net broke.

Even if it costs them their lives, they will launch a final assault on that god of the underworld to defend the dignity of Takamagahara!

Even in death, there is glory!

Of course, the gods were also aware of this.

If Amaterasu Omikami knew about this, she would definitely intervene and give her a severe reprimand or a beating.

The specific punishment will depend on the severity of the participant's situation.

Therefore, the gods carried out this matter secretly, without Amaterasu Omikami's knowledge.

Fortunately, Tsukuyomi had organized similar events before and accumulated a wealth of experience, so the gods were quite knowledgeable about such matters.

Even without a leader this time, the plan was finalized smoothly.

There is only one main point.

Before the demons were about to be defeated, they launched a fierce attack on the god of the underworld.

But now, the most crucial question facing the gods is—