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The dim sky seemed to be under some unbearable pressure. Cracks like broken glass emerged uncontrollably at the barrier of this space and spread rapidly at the speed of wildfire.

"The wandering dragon returns to the sea, and I return to Arakawa." These words marked the beginning of Lord Arakawa's official transformation from a "monster" to a "god."

Ghosts, monsters, and even humans, of course, those who have entered the realm of transcendence, are essentially the same.

The strong are gods and the weak are ghosts. The principle of the survival of the fittest applies everywhere.

However, not every life in the extraordinary world has the potential to become a god.

Chance, talent, great strength, a tenacious soul, a sufficient number of believers, and the determination to bless a region, or a race, are all indispensable.

Those words were spoken by Lord Arakawa when he traveled around the world, fought with the strong, and finally got tired of fighting and missed his homeland.

That day, he defeated a dragon that was causing trouble in the river, and watched it flee back to the sea in a panic. He inexplicably recalled his hometown that he had not returned to for a long time.

Are the monsters there still fighting all day? Are the people nearby enjoying good weather and harvests? Has the dwarf who always shouts about conquering the world grown up a little more mature?

With all kinds of concerns in his mind, Lord Arakawa set out on his journey home and made up his mind to protect Arakawa.

This is the beginning of the demon soul transforming into a divine soul and accepting the faith of believers.

Similarly, this is also the key to open the "Kingdom of God" of Lord Arakawa.

In the boundless sea of ​​stars of the gods, inside a star.

This place is shrouded in pitch-black silence, devoid of any life.

But, with the sudden resounding of a male voice, the dead silent space seemed to suddenly come alive.

"The wandering dragon returns to the sea! I return to Arakawa!"

The eggshell-like space barrier was covered with cracks, and the faint light that leaked in also brought a hint of vitality to this space.

At the same time, with this ray of light, you can also see the whole picture here.

This is a water city in a marshland. The calm surface of the water was originally calm, but with these resounding words, countless tiny bubbles suddenly emerged from the boiling water.

Along with it, pupils flashing with the light of a wild beast gradually emerged underwater.

One pair, two pairs, countless pairs.

Then, the sound of water breaking was heard.

Countless figures stood up from the water. They were basically human-shaped, but they always had some strange aquatic characteristics.

There are fish scales buried deep in the body, a swimming fish tail, gills that have never disappeared, and webbed upper limbs that are unlike human hands.

These are "demons".

The demon of Arakawa.

Shuten-doji commands the demon tribe of Mount Oe, and under the command of Lord Arakawa are the water monsters of the Arakawa region.

Hundreds of years ago, these water monsters were sealed together in the dream mirror of Lord Arakawa - Arakawa Water Kingdom, where they remain until today.

Now, they were awakened from their slumber because they heard a familiar call.

The owner of that voice, when the sea country monster led his people to invade Arakawa, he blocked the attack with a single sword and sacrificed his own life in exchange for the retreat of the Arakawa water monster. The monsters here can survive until now, all thanks to that adult.

That was their master, the god of Arakawa.

Now, the gods are calling them.

From confusion and doubt at the beginning, to disbelief, and finally to fanaticism on the face.

Countless water monsters cheered one after another.

In the end, the monsters, which should have been violent, bowed their heads in the water and prayed.

They were praying and devoting themselves to their faith. Their extremely pious faces revealed a hint of madness.

Shingo Narumi, who was in Yomi Hirasaka, seemed to sense something at the same time, and a smile spread wildly on the corners of his mouth.

He got a response.

The belief in the Arakawa water monster was re-infused into his dream mirror kingdom after a long time, and became inseparably connected with him.

The demonic power in his body faded from black to crystal jade color.

At the same time, the "border" of Yomihirasaka finally couldn't bear the weight and completely shattered into shocking cracks.

This place is like a poor quality house that leaks during heavy rain.

The water poured in like countless magnificent waterfalls.

Soon, half of the Yellow Springs Road had turned into an ocean.

Those pale skeletons were obviously not aquatic creatures. Even if the current could not kill them, the turbulent tide would make it impossible for them to stand steadily and they would be washed to pieces.

The Huangquan Army had just taken shape and had no chance to show its power when it suffered a heavy blow.

As one grew stronger, the other waned. The water monsters who followed the water flow into the Yellow Spring Hirasaka together were squandering the resentment that had been suppressed for hundreds of years. They moved freely in the water. After confirming that the figure was a familiar soul, they all became as brave as if they had taken medicine, tearing bones apart with their bare hands, and were invincible.

The 1,500-strong Huangquan Army was like glass. They would shatter and collapse at the slightest touch.

Shingo Narumi did what he said.

The underworld turned into a swamp and the situation was reversed in an instant.

In just a few seconds, the four men in black robes had no time to react and they were defeated.

Shingo Narumi didn't even give the Eight Thunder Gods any time to react.

He held the knife in one hand and raised the other hand slightly.

The water of the Arakawa River rose up in response, condensed in mid-air, and transformed into four huge black fish. With a wave of bared fangs and claws, the four black-clad figures were submerged.

This was no longer a battle of equal strength, but a complete crushing defeat.

Shingo Minghai waved his hand again, and the water seemed to come alive, obeying his orders completely, transporting four black figures in front of him and throwing them heavily to the ground.

"No wonder you are colluding with the Outer Gods. You are so weak."

When Ming Hai Xin Wu said this, he did not show contempt, but was actually a little confused.

"I remember that you also have a shrine dedicated to you. You are in charge of fire and thunder, and you are a subordinate god under Takemurai. You command the Yellow Spring Army. You are of noble birth and have a good reputation in Takamagahara."

"Why is it like this now?"

"No wonder an extraordinary swordsman can destroy your fire and thunder bodies - if I were to face you in my prime, you would be crushed into ashes by the huge waves with just a thought!"

There was no hidden meaning in what Shingo Narumi said, it was just pure doubt, but to the ears of the Eight Thunder Gods, it sounded like naked sarcasm.

However, he was once the God of Takama-ga-hara after all, and he doesn't have the habit of being stubborn.

"We are inferior to others in skills and inferior to God in fate. This is our own fault. We accept it."

One of the men in black raised his head with great effort, looking somewhat unwilling, but he did not continue to argue. He just muttered something, as if he was venting, or more like asking himself.

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"Arakawa."

"We just don't want to die."

"Are we wrong?"

"Takamagahara no longer exists. Do you think that battle didn't affect the gods?!"

"Don't even mention me, even Master Jian Yulei or Master Mother Goddess! They are no longer as good as before!"

"You mean enshrined in a shrine? Ha. In Japan today, there is only one shrine that enshrines me in the entire country!"

"Not many people know the name Eight Thunder Gods anymore!"

"I don't want to sit and wait for death. I want to live. So, I will borrow your divine power to prolong my life, break through the wall to the present world, bring down miracles, and awaken people's memories of me."

"You said, we were wrong!"

The Eight Thunder Gods, eight in one, when one speaks, it represents the will of all of them - even though only half of the eight brothers are left.

Ming Hai Xinwu just remained indifferent.

"What's the point of saying these things? You want to debate? Then what did the humans who were buried in the belly of the alien race because of your collusion with the foreign gods do wrong?"

The Eight Thunder Gods' faces darkened, and they said cruelly, "They are weak! They are wrong!"

Ming Hai Xin Wu sneered and kicked the black-robed man several meters away.

"Yes, I agree that you are weak and wrong!"

Struggling to get up, the somewhat speechless Eight Thunder God finally seemed to collapse. His tone gradually became higher and he angrily said, "So what!"

"You can't kill me! I am also a god! As long as I have not been completely forgotten! You can't kill me!"

The smile gradually became weird. Ming Hai Shingo sheathed his sword and shook his head meaningfully.

"Yes, I can't kill you."

"But maybe someone can."

"That's perfect. I'll treat you as a gift for our reunion!"

After saying this, he stopped talking and waved his hand.

The waves swept across the place, and this kingdom of God was actually annexed by him.

Amid the involuntary shouting of countless water monsters, Ming Hai Shingo rose up from the waves with a solemn expression.

After a long silence, he finally uttered a word.

"Everyone, sorry for the wait."

"Lord Arakawa is back!"

Chapter 225 Asking God for Help

Uesugi Kiyoshi opened his eyes which had suddenly been closed, his eyes full of thought.

He just took a quick glance and saw that in the scroll of one hundred demons, the portrait of a majestic man in a battle robe, standing on a black fish, and riding a huge wave was gradually painted with colors and full of vitality.

That is the Lord of Arakawa, he believed so firmly.

Turning around and looking into the distance, through the rusty wall, he seemed to sense something.

The hero who had been silent for hundreds of years returned to this world in another identity.