You say this is a love game?

It was the girl in front of him, the girl who was swallowed into the divine body together with her. Thanks to her previous connection with the "divine soul" and the need to call for Mai Yajima, the girl was not digested directly. She stood up at this moment and struggled to support Mai Yajima's "self".

"I have to get out of here."

Realize what is happening.

I also realized that someone might die because of this.

Mai Yajima's heart was filled with fear, both for her current situation and for the possible death of Makoto Mizutani.

She is really scared.

After all, she was only a few months old, and her heart was as pure as a child. She felt helpless and afraid of the impending end, and subconsciously longed for someone to come and save her.

But she was also afraid of a reality that was more terrifying than death.

She will die, and he will die too...

"No."

But what else could she do?

She once raised her arms to show off her muscles in front of Makoto Mizutani and threatened to protect him.

She also threw herself on Mizutani Makoto, trusting his promise like a child and asking him to protect her for the rest of her life.

But now the real fear and disaster are right in front of her, and any agreement she made with Mizutani Makoto seems as weak and powerless as a joke.

She was so looking forward to it, hoping that she could protect Mizutani Makoto.

She was looking forward to it, hoping that Makoto Mizutani would really protect her forever like the knight in the fairy tale.

But their destination seems to be here.

"Lord God, your destination should not be here..."

Instead, it was the girl’s soul, she whispered.

She held Mai Yajima's hand, like an older sister holding her uneasy younger sister.

She said:

"Listen..."

"Someone is calling you..."

call.

That calling.

Mai Yajima seemed to hear a voice coming from far away. The celebratory laughter was mixed with calls and someone's persistent belief.

"You have truly found a knight who is willing to protect you for the rest of your life..."

"He hasn't given up yet..."

“You shouldn’t give up either…”

In the pure filth, Mai Yajima opened her eyes. This soul, which had long lost its body, was listening so vaguely, listening to the footsteps that seemed to come from afar.

She muttered to herself in disbelief.

"Sincerity..."

At this moment, inside the giant egg, the young form of the Great God of Fire, which was based on the "Nue", opened its eyes instantly.

Those brilliant golden eyes symbolize the god's brilliant divinity, just like burning gold.

But those majestic and sacred eyes that belonged to a god conveyed utterly horrified fear.

……

Mizutani Makoto is moving forward.

[Obtain the special status "Daohatsu Nichijin (Remnant)"]

A pop-up window appeared in my sight.

But Makoto Mizutani no longer had the heart to distinguish too many trivial matters.

After the first few seconds of tranquility, what followed was a seemingly infinite amount of time and endless torture.

...It hurts a lot.

Even Makoto Mizutani, who had experienced all kinds of cruel deaths, could only describe the pain at this moment as "pain".

At the last moment, he understood why the gods left behind hope, including the descent of the gods.

This is the "power" he wants to master.

For those obsessions that symbolize the power of the soul, use "Command the Gods and Summon the Spirits".

This is a power beyond the scope of supernatural powers.

Others invite ghosts and gods... They are called ghosts and gods, but in fact they are all kinds of monsters. Even the orthodox Buddhism or Shintoism, in reality what they invite is more of "divine power" rather than the gods themselves.

But Mizutani Makoto directly stuffed the power of the god's soul into his own body.

Just as Luzhou Duyan said at the end, the human body, which has been tempered to the extreme, is meaningless in front of such a majestic existence.

Destruction is the inevitable outcome.

All he could decide was how long it would take for destruction to come... and this decisive factor depended on his iron will tempered by death.

Forty-two undead spirits poured into his body, and his cursed death value was directly pulled to the point of explosion. It can be said that the moment the power of the soul entered his body, Mizutani Makoto was already dead. It was the [Immortal Totem] that directly exploded, helping him to withstand the first wave of impact.

How did he adapt to...

The sweetness in my mouth spreads out in wisps.

In that moment of trance, Mizutani Makoto seemed to feel that at the moment of life and death, someone gently hugged him from behind, and the warmth of the sun spread from his mouth, accompanied by a low confession.

“…Just be patient.”

It was during those whispers during the cycle of life and death that Mizutani Makoto, after his resurrection, barely adapted to the existence of the spirits.

But even so, the cursed death strip still exists.

【Cursed to death:? /100】

This symbolizes that he is already a mortal corpse.

"When the descent of the gods is over, I will die."

The corpse was still emitting pain, as if every cell in the body was being pulled and torn apart. The intense pain that contained the uncontainable almost tortured the person to lose the will to live. Mizutani Makoto's current condition could not be said to be adaptation, but rather numbness.

"..."

"..."

Moreover, a whisper that came from nowhere echoed in my mind.

It was like the devout prayers of believers, or the crisp ringing of bells in a Kagura dance, mixed with the loud shouts of "Cut off my divine body" from the obsessed people, interweaving into Mizutani Makoto's first experience as a "god".

He is very strong now.

So strong that even he couldn't understand it.

The phantoms of Nue that Yashimazu had summoned were all of a dangerous rank.

The lower-ranking Great Disaster Sun God was cut out, and the complete power of his body and soul had at least reached the highest level of evil, and could not be discussed together with ordinary evil ranks.

"Spell."

As the "Daohatsu Hikami", his best ability is spells.

In myths and sacrificial prayers, it is stated that the god Daihojinri can cause disasters by chanting spells.

This deity's role is similar to that of an onmyoji. In mythology, similar deities are indeed more inclined to this kind of role. After all, a deity known for its bravery is usually a god of war.

And standing at the height of a god, the spell of "Dahuojinrijin" is almost at the level of being able to make his words come true.

As an Onmyoji, Yajimazu must also be looking forward to becoming the "Daohatsu Hikami".

However, Mizutani Makoto was faster than him.

Before, there was a serious information gap between Yajimazu and Mizutani Makoto, which made the boss always one step ahead of him and have the upper hand in any decision, but now in this final step, it was Mizutani Makoto who took the lead.

Makoto Mizutani is already a broken Daihokujin Hikami.

He could feel that there were still "divine bodies" and "divine souls" in this world... He could even feel the state of the divine body and divine soul. He knew that Yajimazu was on the verge of hatching, but there was still a little while before it could truly hatch.

...Yashimazu's arrangement pushed Mizutani Makoto almost into a dead end.

But now Yajimazu is isolated from the world, and the roles of the two seem to have been reversed. It becomes Yajimazu who knows nothing about the future, and only the god Makoto Mizutani is about to wield the butcher knife.

Mizutani Makoto, looked up.

The pupils are shining with golden light, the body is covered with divine flames, and the person can fly into the sky and hide in the ground. This is the final posture of the guardian entering the body as described in "Commanding the Gods and Descending the Spirits".

But his appearance has far exceeded the description of a god descending to the earth. He looks exactly like a god of disaster walking in the world.

"..."

As a god skilled in "spells", he began to call out.

What are you calling for?

Calling upon the soul that is about to be consumed and is sleeping in the fleshy body.

Strictly speaking, Mizutani Makoto, who now possesses the power of the soul, is more able to become one with the soul in terms of compatibility!

So, he would call out as a matter of course.

Calling for disaster, calling for the soul.

"Disaster."

The young god just waved his hands.

His "spell".

At that moment, the air stopped flowing.

Time seemed to be frozen, even the light and shadow could not move.

The entire crevice fell into absolute silence.

No wind, no heartbeat, no breathing.

There was only that ghostly energy that seemed to come from the other side of the world, sweeping in like a tide, and blowing like a storm, sweeping across the entire crack space!

Teaching buildings, school buildings, dojo, cafeteria... all the buildings collapsed under this storm-like "disaster"!

Petrified into gravel!

Wood turns to dust!

Metal turns to steam!

Everything that could be seen by the naked eye was wiped out, leaving only dust in the sky and ruins on the ground.

Even the cherry tree that was suppressing the courtyard of the teaching building had disappeared at this moment, leaving only a huge hole in the ground, exposing the huge egg underneath. Yashimazu, who had transformed into a young god, suddenly opened his eyes, his eyeballs moving around in panic, sensing the power of disaster in the air, and his pupils revealed an emotion close to fear.

Mizutani Makoto drew a knife from his waist.

The erosion of the ghost energy directly spread to the [Liaoyuan Tachi] and [Shisui Tachi]

Mizutani Makoto was unwilling to use Chidori Maru. In his current state, even he himself could not fully control this power. The invasion of disaster would only cause irreversible effects on Chidori... Instead of involving his Shikigami in this chaos, it would be better to use the two katanas.

Besides, although Chidori Maru can be called a legendary weapon, it is still far from being comparable to a god.

"Sword" is enough.

A huge amount of ghost energy surged out from behind Mizutani Makoto, surging like a tide.

That is the power that comes from countless obsessions and resentments.

That is the cry of all the destroyed, abandoned, betrayed, and forgotten!

Amid the cheers of the obsessed crowd, the huge half-body of the ghost god took shape. It was strong and muscular, with a towering figure of nearly a hundred meters, like an ancient god of war.

It held a katana in each hand, the blades wrapped in ghostly aura and disaster that were almost tangible.

Its head is almost identical to that of Mizutani Makoto today.

On the dark face, only the pupils were burning with brilliant golden light, like two suns, illuminating the entire crack!

...swinging the sword.