It's time to become an evil god.

"Could that rumor be true...?"

Tamamo-no-Mae, who had been kneeling, suddenly stood up. Her lips trembled, and she was no longer as calm as before. Her face was pale as she said, "Momijigari, you possess the Demon King's bone mallet?"

Momiji stared at Tamamo-no-Mae in front of her, and slowly her smile faded.

Her slender and graceful body exuded a dark and powerful demonic aura.

The demonic aura, like a light veil, permeated and enveloped the entire Senso-ji Temple. It seemed ethereal yet possessed a tangible quality, making it difficult to breathe.

A flurry of red leaves filled the air, and the sandstorm made it impossible to open one's eyes. Momiji appeared in front of and behind Tamamo, coldly saying, "Your acting skills are superb. Spreading rumors and inciting other demons to be my enemies is a pity. You're too clever for your own good."

"you……"

In the next instant, a cold glint flashed past. Before Tamamo-no-Mae could turn around, she was cleaved in two by the katana behind her. Her body was lifted up and slammed against the wall with a thud, leaving a shocking pool of blood.

With a gentle flick of the blade, the surrounding red leaves, along with the blood, were shredded by the sharp edge.

Momiji held her sword high, and the katana, now covered in blood, was covered with a thin layer of veins that pulsated rhythmically. As if admiring a fine work of art, she praised it highly, saying, "Scissor-made, with an anemone, a small cleaver, a kyo-style back, narrow at the front and wide at the back, the shape is beautiful, truly a product of the Heian period."

The demon god Shiranui stood up, gripping the Tsubame no Tachi in her hand. Staring uneasily at the blade, she said, "The Demon King's bone hammer, so you really intend to exterminate all demons?"

"The Demon King's bone hammer... Yes, if it weren't for this incident revealing my true colors, I wouldn't have wanted to use my trump card so soon. It's just a pity that this katana is only effective against demons. Today, I'll lay my cards on the table: those who submit to me will prosper, those who defy me will perish!"

Silence fell over the scene, the faces of the demons were clouded with gloom, but a discordant voice suddenly broke the silence.

"Me, me, me."

The creature inside the cage raised its hand high and shouted, "I am willing to offer my heart to Lord Momiji-gari!"

The group of monsters wanted to complain, "Why are you getting involved in this mess?!"

Momiji was silent for a moment, then slowly said, "...except for you."

"Why? Are you being racist? Look at our neighbor China. They are the most righteous in racial equality and never discriminate. Even the White Impermanence in the underworld is paired with a Black Impermanence."

"you shut up!"

Momiji walked slowly to the iron cage, raised the katana in her hand, and said coldly, "For the sake of my long-term cause, you can go in peace."

After saying that, she stabbed the man in the heart with a knife.

The other person simply sat there, and after a few seconds looked up and asked in confusion, "Has Lady Momiji not eaten?"

"Ok?"

Momiji was also taken aback for a moment. She pulled out the Demon King's bone hammer, checked that it was not a fake, and then put it back in. She found that the other party was still unharmed.

"how is this possible?"

Momiji's expression changed drastically for a moment, but then she quickly realized, "Could it be that you're not a yokai at all?"

Before Bai Ge could speak, a one-eyed demon stumbled in, saying in a panic, "Oh no! Lord Momiji, Kamen Rider, Kamen Rider is coming!"

"What?!"

Momiji immediately stood up, her expression one of shock, and said, "Are you sure it's Kamen Rider?"

The one-eyed demon nodded quickly, "Of course I'm sure. If it were Ultraman or Godzilla, I would have run away on the spot. Would I be stupid enough to come back and warn you?"

"..."

Footsteps sounded outside, followed by a chorus of wails. A man appeared, wielding a strange metal belt. Without a word, he used the belt like an iron whip, smashing it hard against the monster's forehead. The skull shattered, and brains splattered everywhere. He then finished the job with a shot to the monster's head from his Kalashnikov rifle.

Is this Kamen Rider? I'd believe you if you told me it was a psychopathic killer!

The crow was getting restless. Wasn't this player Bai Ze? Wasn't he imprisoned in a cage? How did he end up outside the door again?

This time, Wen Liang patted him on the shoulder, signaling him to calm down; these were all minor incidents.

Bai Ge stepped into Senso-ji Temple. The courtyard was completely silent. All the demons stood up and stared at the lone man who had entered.

Even though the number of monsters was dozens of times greater, they still had the illusion that each of them was surrounded by one of the monsters.

"Ten years ago, I used this transformation belt to fight my way from Ginza to Shibuya, and I didn't even blink when I wielded the knife."

Bai Ge turned his neck and said, "I hope I haven't lost my touch yet."

"Oh, you're very brave then?"

Momiji put away the Demon King's bone hammer, took out another sharp katana, walked up to Shiro, and said, "Whoever kills him will be granted an official title and a noble rank!"

The remaining demons remained unmoved, partly because they were wary of the Demon King's bone hammer in Red Leaf Hunting's hand, and partly because they did not want to die.

This guy is a monster who can beat ghosts to a pulp without even needing a belt to transform!

Seeing through the group's intention to sit back and watch the fight, Momiji drew her katana, ready to tear the man before her to pieces. However, Shiro stood still, neither dodging nor flinching, and pulled a syringe from her pocket, plunging it directly into his neck.

pat.

Bai Ge suddenly clutched his head, his face contorted in pain.

"what!!!!!"

When Bai Ge opened his eyes again, they were blood red.

The crow, who had originally planned to secretly offer assistance at any time, suddenly slapped its forehead and said anxiously, "Oh no, I forgot something! The blood collection vial I gave him expires after midnight! What time is it now?"

Wen Liang quickly checked the time: 12:01.

Crow swallowed hard and asked cautiously, "Miss Wen, do you remember what Brother Bai's previous player nickname prefix was?"

Wen Liang thought for a moment and said, "I remember it was something like the Primordial Chaos Seed, a useless code name."

"Roar!"

The blood collection bottle was thrown on the ground and stomped on, Bai Ge let out a low roar, still cursing under his breath.

"How come this replica of the ancient god's blood has such a powerful aftereffect?"

White, flowing animal hair began to grow all over its body, and its bones began to grow rapidly, making crackling sounds. Its legs could no longer support it, and it fell to the ground on all fours.

Bai Ge's mouth became long and narrow, like a dragon's head, with two horns growing from its head. Its body was covered in white fur, resembling a Qilin or a giant deer. Under the red moon, it emitted a roar that made even demons and monsters instinctively tremble in fear.

Faced with a giant beast over three meters tall, standing on blue flames, none of the surrounding demons dared to take a step forward.

Momiji took two steps back, her hand gripping the Demon King's bone mallet trembling uncontrollably. The instinctive fear etched into her very bones kept warning her, and she muttered to herself, "What kind of monster is this?"

"He is not a monster..."

Wen Liang, standing to the side, was equally excited, his hands trembling as he murmured to himself, "It's a god."

Upon hearing this, Momiji's face showed fear. "Could it be... an ancient god?"

"he~tui~"

Suddenly, a wad of phlegm was spat directly onto Momiji's face. The beast-transformed Bai Ge spoke in human language, saying sternly, "How dare you! Haven't you seen this Dragon King before?"

Chapter 109 Abbot, don't come any closer!

"I retract my previous comment."

Wen Liang scratched his nose, looking slightly embarrassed, and said, "Actually, he's mentally ill."

The raven fell silent. In fact, he forgot to tell the other that after drinking the blood of the ancient god for the first time, one's thoughts would be synchronized with the ancient god to a certain extent, resulting in a loss of rationality.

The monsters, who had initially been gloating and watching the spectacle, were now hesitant. They clearly felt the powerful, innate pressure emanating from the pale divine beast, as if it were suppressing their bloodline.

The only one present who could see through everything, Hyakume, instantly opened all the eyes on his body, his gaze fixed firmly on Shiro.

I'd like to see what kind of monster you are!

"Well--"

With a muffled groan, the eyes all over its body began to twitch and swirl wildly, even cracking with a snapping sound as fine, blood-red cracks appeared on its eyeballs, and countless streams of blood flowed from its eyes all over its body.

"What the hell is this thing?"

Hyakume instinctively covered his mouth as he tried to scream, desperately suppressing the shout rising in his throat, his entire body drenched in cold sweat.

The eyes that were supposed to see through the essence of everything were now half useless!

If the Demon King's bone hammer is a tangled mass of unpredictable, still-growing, twisted flesh, then behind Bai Ge is not the radiant, holy object it appears to be.

The Hundred-Eyed Demon saw a hideous, enormous eyeball covered in blood vessels!

Countless giant black tentacles and arms intertwined and piled up, surrounding the central eyeball like stars around the moon, resembling a blooming flower filled with evil power. Each black petal formed by the intersecting vines breathed, wriggled, and trembled, greedily absorbing all the vibrant life force around it. The eyeball seemed to be nurturing some kind of power that did not belong to this world.

On the black tentacles are countless round suckers, some large and some small, resembling those of an octopus; the holes are pitch black.

As Hyakume stared intently for a long time, countless blood-red eyeballs suddenly sprouted from the depths of the numerous round suction cups, blinking their eyelids and staring at it in unison. Even its tentacles began to rotate.

The blood-red gaze conveyed no emotion, yet it sent shivers down Hyakume's spine. He felt as if he were being targeted by some gigantic, unknown, evil being, weak, helpless, and on the verge of being swallowed up by endless greed.

A strange whisper was inexplicably implanted into Hyakume's mind.

When you gaze into the abyss, the abyss begins to ask you what you're looking at.

I can't watch any longer, or someone will really die.

Hyakume-ki's eyes were completely closed, and his entire body was trembling violently, almost collapsing to his knees. He was supported by the young demon goddess Shiranui, who asked worriedly, "Hey, are you alright?"

"fine..."

Despite her fear, with most of her eyes permanently blind, Hyakume looked up and stared directly at Bai Ge. What exactly resided deep within this monster?

Reason and instinct both warned him to escape this place at all costs, but Hyakume had a vague premonition that if he escaped today, he would probably never have peace again.

However, Momiji misjudged the situation, thinking that the opponent's transformation into an imposing divine beast was merely a facade, and said sternly, "I have the valiant general Kirigakure, who will surely kill you within three strikes!"

pat.

A spherical object arced through the air and landed in front of Momiji, where the wide-eyed, unseeing Kirigakure stood staring blankly into the distance.

Momiji's lips twitched. Realizing the extreme urgency of the situation, Hyakume-ki hurriedly said, "Everyone, act quickly! This guy is extremely dangerous! He could kill everyone here!"

Whoosh.

A short sword pierced through the eye between Hyakume's eyebrows, and Wenliang's fingertips still retained thin blue arcs of electricity, covering his palm.

The crackling blue arcs of electricity seemed to draw intricate geometric shapes in a circular magic circle at a seemingly slow but actually fast pace.

[Skill: Thousand Knives]

[Level Restriction: LV7 and above]

[Effect: The more spiritual power consumed, the more weapons can be summoned.]