At this moment, shatter the dimensional barrier

Joan of Arc said gently, "I'm leaving now. Please contact me if you need anything."

After saying that, Artoria and Jeanne turned and walked into the spatial rift.

……

Tokyo, Japan

Returning from the moon, Los Saint walked down the bustling streets, smiling at the smiling faces of the passersby: "As expected of the 'Lovers' demon god, his mere existence here has changed the atmosphere of an entire country."

The atmosphere in Tokyo now was completely different from when he first came. The gloomy and depressing atmosphere had been swept away and replaced by hope and anticipation for the future.

Even though Tokyo Bay was filled with thunder and lightning and monsters, they were not afraid. They believed that the god who ruled Japan and led them would protect them.

Beep beep—

The piercing sound of car horns rang out, and a line of black luxury cars honked their horns to urge the vehicles in front to give way, but the vehicles in front showed no intention of yielding.

Passersby stopped to look at the luxury cars on the road, their expressions varied, mostly mocking, disgusted, and amused, but lacking any respect or envy.

"What? Do these former big shots still think they're in control of the country?"

"That's right. Lord Narukami has already announced the stripping of their power. They're no different from us commoners now."

"I'm worried that Lord Narukami will allow them to continue ruling the country."

"Hehe, absolutely impossible. Given what these big shots have done behind the scenes, even if they aren't killed by Lord Narugami's lightning, they will be stripped of everything and end up worse off than ordinary people like us."

"How did you know?"

"My last business trip was to Xia Kingdom, so I know that the gods will never favor the wicked. Those high and mighty Heavenly Dragons are definitely evil people."

"That's right, maybe those big shots are already trembling in their cars, haha."

Los Saint found it amusing to watch the passersby gloating as the expensive black car honked its horn. People in East Asia love to watch the spectacle as long as they're sure they're not in danger.

Even when there's danger, I sometimes think, 'Even if I die, it seems worth the ticket price to encounter something so amazing.'

"The atmosphere has already become like Inazuma's before any comprehensive reform has even begun. That's right. Yae no Miko has also made many contributions. We can consider giving her a divine position."

Inside the black sedan, everyone except the driver was trembling.

"..." The middle-aged man, with dark circles under his eyes and a pale face, looked unfocused, as if he were about to become a walking corpse. Even the driver's honking did not wake him up.

He is the chairman of Mitsubishi Group, one of Japan's top ten zaibatsu groups. His entire zaibatsu family has the power to change the fate of tens of millions of people with a stomp of their foot in the political, business and even underworld circles. They were once the most elite families, and even members of parliament had to curry favor with them to gain their support.

Now, a single word from the words of a god who has descended to earth has caused them to fall from the heavens into the abyss.

Even if they are not purged, in a world with gods and supernatural beings, it is easy to imagine what their future will be like if they are not favored by the gods and are not allowed to obtain supernatural powers.

There were thousands of others in the same situation as him, and they entered Tokyo one after another, heading towards the 'Shrine Headquarters', which was their execution ground.

They wanted to escape but couldn't. They could only grit their teeth and keep going for the slightest chance of not being punished. They wanted to live no matter what; they didn't want to die.

"Chairman, we've arrived." The driver said, his expression somewhat fearful. As a driver, he had been directly and indirectly involved in the affairs of chaebol families, and he knew better than anyone how dark the chaebols were behind the scenes.

Especially in the medical field, they deliberately fail to cure patients' illnesses. Even a common cold is misrepresented as a terminal illness in order to drain patients' savings. Every year, countless healthy people die because of this.

"Huh?" The chairman of the Sanling Group was dazed and looked up in horror at the long and high stone steps leading to the main hall of the shrine.

On either side of the stone steps stood ramrod straight clergy, all with indifferent expressions, not even glancing at these once-important figures.

"Ugh~" A man who had just stepped out of the car collapsed to the ground and vomited. His expression clearly demonstrated how 'fear' should be shown.

Upon seeing the man's terrified, limp state, two security personnel came out of the shrine's main hall and helped him up the stone steps of the main hall.

The wide street outside the main hall of the shrine was filled with all kinds of luxury cars, and one by one, the once important figures walked shakily up the stone steps of the main hall of the shrine.

Rumbling--

The clouds above the main hall of the shrine churned rapidly, forming thunderclouds that swirled around the hall. At the center of the swirling vortex, it seemed as if an eye was watching them.

"Ah!" Most of the once-important figures were so frightened that they knelt on the ground, covered their heads, and wept bitterly.

"I was wrong! I'll never do it again! Please forgive me! Please forgive me!"

"I shouldn't have made money off others! I shouldn't have manipulated the stock market to fleece investors!"

"I confess, I confess, I was wrong! Please don't kill me!"

"I'm not going, I'm not going!"

Some people were so frightened that they started talking nonsense.

The security personnel stared expressionlessly at these former big shots, then went up and lifted them up.

Why should they be afraid of Lord Narukami, who treats them as his subjects, if they haven't done anything wrong? The more afraid they are, the more bad things they have done.

Prayer Hall

The place had been temporarily renovated and became extremely spacious, enough for six or seven thousand people to squeeze in and kneel down. At this moment, those once important figures were all prostrate on the ground, trembling, their hands covering their heads, trying their best not to make a sound. But even with their mouths tightly shut, they could still make muffled noises, and everyone was in tears.

They were once high and mighty, fearing nothing but death. The more they enjoyed the power and wealth of being superior, the more they craved to live.

The first people to arrive here have been kneeling for over ten hours, and even though their knees have lost all feeling, they dare not lift their heads.

As the last city councilor was dragged in, the doors of the prayer hall slammed shut, instantly startling them so much that their crotches became wet.

Holding a roster, Mimi Ranako walked towards the Kagura dance platform and bowed at a ninety-degree angle: "The way of the eternal is magnificent, and the spirit of Narukami is eternal. My name is Mimi Ranako. I am the current chief priest of Mimi Shrine, who has served Narukami since the Kamakura period. I humbly request that I, Lord Narukami, report the number of people who have arrived."

He then turned around, coldly looking at the former big shots kneeling on the ground, trembling as if they were having an epileptic seizure, and loudly recited his name as if he were the King of Hell calling his men.

"Of the 867 members of Congress, both current and living former members, only 261 are present. The rest are..."

"Of the 734 current and former cabinet members, only 375 are present. The rest are..."

"Of the 3897 current and former executives of major business conglomerates and corporations, only 873 are present. The rest are..."

"Of the 4588 key officials from various regions and cities, both current and former, only 967 have arrived. The rest are..."

Time passed very slowly. Some people fainted from excessive fear and then woke up again.

Mimi Ranako's voice was hoarse from reading. After she finished, she knelt on the ground and kowtowed to the back of her hand: "The list has been read. I respectfully request Lord Narukami to make the final decision."

Da~ Da~ Da~

The sound of wooden clogs clicking against the floor was crisp and clear. Yae no Miko walked in, her delicate face full of mockery for humanity's petty cleverness.

"Hehehe, some humans are always so self-righteous, always wanting to gamble on that vague and uncertain luck, and in the end they not only harm themselves, but also their families."

"If you are punished by the gods, it will not end even after you die and go to the underworld."

Boom! Sizzle—

A burst of purple lightning flashed, illuminating the entire prayer hall. The lightning bolt hovered in mid-air, glancing at the densely packed, pale-faced people kneeling on the ground, its purple eyes filled with a hint of regret.

So many people are missing? In that case, I hereby pronounce judgment on those who have disobeyed the decrees of my nation and the will of Heaven.

[I and my family were wiped out, and after death, I entered the underworld where I was judged a second time by the god of the underworld.]

Raiden's voice echoed throughout Japan.

The next moment, the lightning truly transformed into a bolt of lightning and disappeared, its power spreading throughout the entire country of Japan.

Rumble rumble rumble—

As deafening thunder resounded, thunderstorm vortexes appeared across Japan, with streaks of purple lightning striking down from the vortexes and falling towards various parts of the city.

Thunderclouds appeared not only over the entire country of Japan, but even over cruise ships that were far from the borders of Japan.

Rumble rumble rumble—

Chapter 117: Lightning Punishes the Whole World, Sins and Punishments of the Underworld

A bolt of purple lightning struck a luxury cruise ship that was about to enter international waters with pinpoint accuracy. With a deafening roar, the ship's roof was pierced through, the pierced area glowing red, and the steel melted instantly.

"Ahhhhh! No, no! I don't want to die!" A man dressed in what appeared to be a simple but actually extremely luxurious outfit stared at the humanoid shadow beside him and the lightning-streaked floor. His legs were kicking wildly, but the muscles in his body were instinctively out of control due to fear.

The humanoid shadow was none other than his father, the former prime minister who was the pride of the entire family. His father, whom he was proud of and regarded as his protector, had turned into a humanoid mark on the floor in front of him. The smell of burning in the air caused his already stretched nerves to snap, driving him insane.

"I was wrong, I was wrong! I shouldn't have encouraged everyone to escape. Please forgive me, Lord Narukami, please forgive me..."

Before he could finish his wailing, he saw a flash of purple lightning and then knew nothing more until a few seconds later he heard a loud 'boom' of thunder in the sky.

Bolts of lightning struck the luxury yacht as they fell from the thunderclouds.

The cook, who was dumping trash on the side of the ship, clutched his head and wept uncontrollably: "It's not my fault! I didn't do anything wrong! I didn't do anything wrong! Lord Narukami, please don't kill me!"

With a final, muffled rumble of thunder, the thunderclouds above the luxury yacht slowly dissipated.

After a long while, the chef cautiously raised his head, and the sky above him returned to its azure blue: "Is it over?" He breathed a sigh of relief after surviving the ordeal, then clasped his hands together and repeatedly banged his head on the floor.

"Thank you, great Narukami-sama! Thank you, great Narukami-sama! I will definitely be a good person and will never cook for zaibatsu nobles again."

This kind of thing is happening everywhere in Japan.

Even after escaping Japanese territorial waters, they could not escape divine punishment.

In New York, a private plane that departed from Osaka Airport lands at New York Airport.

A Japanese cabinet politician staggered off the plane, helped off by his wife and son. He looked up at the clear sky and laughed maniacally, "It's alright! It's alright! Hahahaha, it's alright! Narukami can only control Japan, not the United States, I knew it!"

"Yeah, those guys who walked right into the trap were so stupid, hahaha." The politician's son's face was full of smug satisfaction after surviving the ordeal: "So what if they're gods? They can only exist in Japan, hahahaha."

"After all, he's just a god in Japanese mythology, he can't control other countries..." Before the politician's wife could finish speaking, the surroundings darkened and turned into a cloudy sky. She looked up at the sky in fear.

A small patch of thunderclouds had appeared in the sky above them, with purple lightning rolling within it.

"Aaaaaaahh ...

In the end, they only saw the blinding light and then knew nothing more.

A few seconds later, a thunderous roar followed. Sound travels slower than lightning, so the thunder is slower than the lightning.

Screams echoed throughout the airport as New York airport staff began to scream. Soon after, police sirens grew louder as they approached, and the sound of helicopter rotors could be heard in the sky.

whoosh whoosh whoosh—

Fully armed American soldiers stormed into the airport.

……

In less than an hour, countries all over the world fell silent.

All national leaderships have once again raised their awareness of the power of the gods, even suggesting that the gods in the mythology of a small country like Japan have the power to unleash divine punishment throughout the world.

Gods are gods; their power is unimaginable, and their divine punishments are inescapable.