People in Izumo, make Honkai great again

Ordinary ghosts and gods are not difficult to deal with. If the ghost or god is really strong, it will not choose to keep humans in captivity.

Although she cannot exert her full strength in the world of stigmata, it should not be a problem for her to deal with ghosts and gods.

"...I remember he threw that knife into the utility room on the ground floor."

After the shrine's offerings were replaced, the sword that had been enshrined by the shrine for generations became abandoned.

If I remember correctly.

It should be in the warehouse.

Yaesakura was not calm, even though she had been preparing to kill the gods, but she was not very sure.

Because she is only human after all.

The opponent is an evil god that surpasses humanity.

"I'll go find it."

She didn't want to waste even a moment waiting.

Knowing that the sword enshrined in the shrine could be the key to breaking the deadlock, Yaezakura just wanted to get it as soon as possible to avoid any unexpected consequences.

"me and you togather."

Kiana hurriedly caught up with Yae Sakura, who was not at all sleepy, and followed her out of the yard again, walking the same way she came.

Walking on the road, Kiana looked for topics to talk about.

"By the way, you said before that I was being targeted. Is this its ability?"

"The statue is its eyes. Even if it is not in the shrine, it can still see the shrine through the statue."

Yaezakura said bitterly, "It uses this ability to select its sacrifices. Anyone who rashly appears before the statue may be marked as its prey. Once marked, the village will receive its instructions to prepare cruel living sacrifices for it, sacrificing those marked by it to the evil god in the vain hope of achieving eternal peace."

Being in this village.

And it's the dirtiest place.

Yaezakura knew very well that they were hopeless, and she didn't think that the man kept her because she was his daughter.

She has been gathering strength.

All the forbearance is for the purpose of being able to kill with one blow and completely eliminate the evil god, the scourge.

"Is this really a deity of evil?"

Kiana had a strange look on her face. She had seen many ghosts and gods, but this was the first time she had heard of a ghost or god that acted like an evil god, keeping humans captive and then specifically eating them.

Noticing her expression, Yaezakura asked, "Isn't this the same type of ghost you saw outside?"

"No."

Kiana shook her head and said, "I've encountered many ghosts and gods, some powerful, some weak, and we fought them head-on."

Yaezakura's eyes darkened as she said, "It really likes 'pain'."

Kiana frowned.

"The more twisted and painful the emotion, the more it likes it. It chooses its favorite living sacrifice so that it can enjoy the victim's fear before death."

Yaezakura made it very clear.

Kiana also understood the subtext of her words. The demon that Yae Sakura wanted to kill was a special type that Kiana had never seen before.

Yaesakura walked quickly, as she was worried that her father would return to the shrine early. She quickly went down from the inside of the shrine to the underground storage room directly below the shrine.

No one had been to the utility room for a year, and a thick layer of dust had accumulated on the floor.

Yaezakura lit a bonfire to illuminate the darkness.

Pushing open the unlocked door, I found the Frost Blade, which had been thrown into the corner like scrap metal, in the storage room filled with junk.

The shape is strange, but it doesn't look magical.

There is no special feeling when holding it in the hand.

It is precisely because it is almost indistinguishable from ordinary swords that it is thrown here as scrap metal.

"This is the Frost Blade you were talking about, right?"

The knife in my hand was the same as before, nothing special about it.

Yaezakura handed the Frost Blade to Kiana.

Kiana took the knife from her hand and looked at the imperial knife, as if she was back to the time when that day had not happened and no one was dead yet.

Gripping its hilt, Kiana felt the dormant power of the sword, the power that had been snatched away from her.

This is not a half-baked power.

But it is a complete imperial sword.

Kiana was full of doubts. This sword from the Stigmata World should only be a semi-finished product at this time.

She tried to awaken the power in the Frost Blade, but she was not the blade's recognized master, and communication was difficult.

She used the Houkai energy to force the power of the Zhaodao to revive, but only awakened a part of its power.

For some reason, this sword seemed to be sealed, and most of its power could not be exerted.

Kiana's frown could have killed a fly. She felt clearly that this was the complete Zhaodao that had killed Tian Zhidongyi, but now it could only exert the power of a half-finished product.

Suppressed by the Stigmata World?

Or, in the world of Stigmata, this knife only has this much power?

Is so-called completeness just an illusion?

"I have awakened a portion of its power. You are its recognized master. Take it and do what you want."

Kiana was a little confused about what was going on, so she returned the knife to Yae Sakura and planned to wait and see what would happen.

Just a part of the power is enough.

The demon from Yaemura can’t be a rare top-level demon, right?

The top ghosts and gods are second only to the twelve ghosts and gods.

With its powerful destructive power and size, it doesn't need to hide in a mere Yae Village and play any captive games with the humans here.

30

Chapter 30: Vulnerable.

Yaezakura drew out the blade, and a biting chill emanated from the originally ordinary blade. The temperature in the basement suddenly dropped by more than ten degrees, and was still heading towards below zero.

There are no unexpected means.

Feeling the chill, Yaezakura sheathed her sword.

She thought that some rituals would need to be performed after obtaining the Frost Blade. It had been enshrined in the shrine for so many years, but no similar miracles had ever been performed.

Kiana only held the Frost Blade in her hand for a moment before it showed its powerful strength.

If this knife really has an owner, then it must be Kiana, because she had come into contact with this knife when she was young.

"Thank you."

Yae Sakura held on to her hope of revenge and spoke gratefully to Kiana, whom she already had a good impression of.

In her opinion, Kiana must have known that she wanted to end it all with her own hands, so she said such words to encourage her.

—to do what she wants to do.

What does she want to do most?

There is only one answer in my heart, an answer that I will never forget even in my dreams.

When Kiana was with Yae Sakura, she couldn't help but look at her face.

Hearing her say thank you, Kiana said meaningfully: "You're welcome, I didn't do anything, and we are friends, aren't we?"

The Yae Sakura she knew inexplicably cared about being friends with her.

If she was the Yae Sakura he knew, she would probably have a different reaction to hearing these words, right?

As expected, Yaezakura was stunned when she heard her words. She was a little surprised and a little bit unbelievable.

The word "friend" was a little unfamiliar to her. After all, it was a very distant concept for her, a witch who lived under the nose of an evil god and didn't know when she would become a sacrifice.

When her mother was still alive and nothing had happened, she had playmates in the village.

but……

Yaezakura thought of some painful memories, lowered her eyes and hid those past events that had passed but would never be forgotten by her.

"Doesn't it count?"

All the things that she had always dreamed of but could never get were now right in front of her at once. Yae Sakura instinctively wanted to distance herself from them, fearing that she would bring trouble to the kind-hearted Kiana.

But then he thought about the fact that Kiana came to deal with the evil god, and the subconscious desire to retreat, fearing that she would implicate others and fearing that she would see her loved ones sacrificed again, also dissipated a lot.

Although she and Kiana just met today, they have the same goal.

Get rid of that evil god!

Like-minded...how can you say no?

"Of course it counts!"

When she said this, Yae Sakura found herself feeling much more relaxed.

"That's right. Let's go. The statue is up there. If we walk around, will the demon know we're going to deal with it?"

"It won't care."

Yaezakura shook her head and led the way out of the basement and up the stairs: "It's arrogant and treats everyone as food, like an ant."

It sounds like it's easy to deal with.

Kiana talked to her about the information about the demon. Yaezakura, who lived in the shrine, was the person who had the most contact with the demon besides the shrine's chief.

Listening to Yaesakura's words, Kiana also had a rough outline of the demon in Yae Village.

After walking and talking, the two went back.

The next morning.

Kiana formally taught Yae Sakura the techniques of using the Frost Blade, and followed her example to tell her the fighting style of Yae Sakura that she knew.

And she got the hang of it very quickly.

It's like I've trained like this countless times.

As time went by, the balance in her heart slowly tilted towards the Yae Sakura she knew.

Just like that, she observed Yae Sakura and three days passed in the Stigmata World.

On the third day, the chief priest of Yae Shrine finally returned, and as usual, brought the evil god's order to hold a new sacrifice.

But this time Yaezakura no longer endured it.

Holding a frost knife, she stood at the door of the shrine, looking at the man she called father, with only cold indifference in her eyes.

She has waited too long for this day.

"Sakura, are you going to betray God?"

Her father, the chief priest of the shrine, was kneeling in front of the statue and praying devoutly before Yae Sakura came over.

Until Yaezakura appeared.

He just finished praying, stood up indifferently, and turned to look at his grown-up daughter.

“It’s not God.”

Yae Sakura thought she could control it, but after actually tearing through the layer of paper, she found that she couldn't control it at all.

There was deep hatred in his eyes.

The evil god was someone she had to kill, and compared to the evil god, she hated this man even more.

Because the man in front of her was once a human being, her mother's husband, and her and Rin's biological father.

"And you, my father, are also beyond redemption. Even hell will spit upon your rotten and stinking soul."