Supernatural/Anime Crossover: Where Did My Romantic Comedy Go?

Volume 1: Chapter 223 (5K) I Understand Everything

Inside the pitch-black stadium, candlelight flickered.

The scarlet liquid slowly flowed down the edge of the platform.

A strong, pungent smell of blood filled the air.

Makoto Akiyama could clearly feel the body heat of the woman in his arms dissipating.

You could also feel that her heart had stopped beating.

Without a doubt, this woman was already a real corpse.

But why...?

Looking at that bloodless, literally dead face, Akiyama Seiya felt a chill run down his spine.

My instinct was to push the woman away and get as far away from her as possible.

However, driven by the hatred in his heart, he held back.

"What the hell are you?!"

However, there was an undeniable fear in his voice.

The believers below the stage finally recovered from the sudden turn of events and immediately erupted into chaos.

"Murder!!!"

The sharp, explosive sound almost pierced the ceiling of the stadium.

Some people were so shocked by the bloody scene that they turned pale, while others could not bear the horror and were forced to close their eyes.

Someone took out their phone to make a call, but got stuck because they were thinking about whether to call the police or seek emergency help.

Some even disregarded everything else, standing up from the wooden floor and preparing to rush out, fearing that Akiyama Makoto on the platform might also go berserk and charge into the crowd to slaughter everyone.

"Don't panic!"

The high priest's calm voice resonated throughout the stadium, carrying an inexplicable power that instantly dispelled the fear in everyone's hearts:

"This is only part of the summoning ritual! I have received the protection of Mijima Seifu, and will walk the world in his stead!"

With a slight effort, she broke free from Akiyama Seiya's embrace, causing the latter to fall to the ground.

The high priest took two steps forward, stood at the edge of the platform, and opened her arms, the candlelight behind her casting her shadow on the believers.

The wound pierced by the blade gradually stopped bleeding because the body's blood pressure had dropped to an extreme level.

His face appeared even paler against the backdrop of his blood-stained crimson crown and scarlet hunting robe.

Everyone was stunned and stopped what they were doing, all looking at the high priest.

Although Ryoko Yamagami had already mentally prepared herself for the strangeness of the Salvation Society—

After all, she had just witnessed yesterday in the alley that the mask her father had left behind had turned into a monster that attacked people.

However, they were still inevitably stunned by the tragic and bizarre scene before them.

Monster! This woman is undoubtedly a monster!

That's what she thought, but in the eyes of the believers, it was not the case at all.

This is an absolute miracle!

When a person is killed, they die; this is common sense that even a child knows.

But this common sense was broken in the case of the high priest.

With this injury and this amount of bleeding, no matter how you look at it, the person should be dead, but the high priest can still speak and move normally!

The believers had no time to consider whether what had just happened was truly a necessary step in the summoning ritual, or an assassination plotted by Akiyama Seiya.

Faced with the miracle, they could only clasp their hands together and devoutly pray to the Mijima purification ritual proclaimed by the Salvation Society.

The expression on his face changed from fear to a heartfelt fervor!

"Ojima purifies life!"

Some people have already shouted this out loud.

The high priest had a very satisfied expression on his face.

The shadows behind him seemed to be stirring restlessly, like monsters lurking within, ready to leap out at any moment.

The sound grew increasingly faint. He looked up at the ceiling of the stadium and slowly closed his eyes.

It felt as if I truly experienced the protection of the so-called Mijima Purification Destiny.

Despair filled Akiyama Seiya's eyes.

Even the loss of blood and the cessation of heartbeat couldn't kill this woman. Does such a thing as God really exist?

Is there really a god protecting this woman?

"Is there truly a god protecting you, High Priest?"

It was at this moment that a chilling voice spoke his mind.

While the news spread throughout the stadium, it also cooled down the fervent enthusiasm of these believers.

On the high platform, the boy who had been standing there observing coldly finally spoke, looking directly at the high priest.

They were indifferent, as if they were looking at a corpse.

"What are you talking about, Brother Yamagami Toru?"

The high priest tilted his head and asked a question in return, seemingly not understanding what he meant.

But the undisguised smile in her eyes proved that she was provoking Kujo Toru.

“I am the High Priest appointed by the Mijima Purification Order.”

She blinked and said this in a playful tone.

Then she opened her arms and spun around.

Blood splattered on the high platform, and the bright red hunting robe bloomed in place, like a vibrant red spider lily.

There was no breathing, no heartbeat; it was simply a corpse twitching on the stage.

"Does my current appearance not prove the existence of miracles?"

"No."

Kujo Toru succinctly uttered two words.

The high priest's smile deepened, his hands clasped behind his back, and he leaned forward, approaching Kujo Toru:

"So what do you want to do?"

It looked like a young couple playfully teasing each other, but to those who knew the inside story, it was enough to send their blood pressure soaring.

At least Hiyori Iki is grinding her teeth to powder right now.

I wish I could be like Akiyama Seiya and rush onto the stage to give this weird woman a good beating.

Even though Lord Kujo was standing right in front of her, she asked the question knowing the answer already.

Kikyo stopped what she was doing at some point and raised her head.

He was silently watching everything that was happening on the high platform.

The high priest's smile was extremely mocking.

What is the most effective way to expose a lie?

It means getting the person involved to come forward and admit that everything was a lie.

But here's the problem.

She is the true core of the Salvation Church, a cult built on lies.

He is a divine child who has received divine pronouncements, possesses divine protection, and has personally demonstrated the miracle of immortality!

Once Kujo Toru kills her, there will be no chance to clear up this lie.

Unless he himself is willing to step forward and take over the entire Salvation Society as Mijima Jōfu no Mikoto.

But that is her goal.

Faith is poison.

For the gods of this era, faith can sustain their existence and prevent them from disappearing completely from the world due to the lack of faith, just like the snail and the clam.

However, faith can also, in turn, influence the deities themselves.

Gods were born from human prayers, and their original form was the form that humans hoped they would have.

The High Priest was unaware of the original nature of the worship of the warrior god named Mijima Jōfu no Mikoto.

However, she knew all too well what the Mijima Purification Life she was advocating was all about.

Now that the Salvation Society has developed to its current state, if Toru Kujo chooses to accept this faith, what awaits him is the distortion of his divine status.

The once invincible and noble Three Noble Sons of the War Gods will fall into the form of evil spirits, ultimately facing the wrath of the Heavens.

This is the ending she designed for Toru Kujo.

"How do you want me to prove it? How about you kill me yourself and see what happens?"

The high priest pressed him relentlessly with his questions.

The two looked at each other.

Then she heard her last words:

"can."

Unbeknownst to him, Kujo Toru's clothes had changed back into a snow-white hunting robe.

An ancient rhythm rippled through the air.

Almost the instant his words fell, the high priest froze.

Immediately afterwards, he fell heavily to the ground, crashing into a pool of blood.

A few bright red flowers splashed up.

The stadium was completely silent.

Akiyama Seiya's eyes widened, hardly able to believe what he was seeing.

That immortal monster who claimed to be protected by the gods is dead?!

No physical action, no other movement, just this simple sentence?!

"It seems you have not received divine protection."

With those calm words, the high priest's body silently turned into black smoke and dissipated.

Only a snow-white eyeball mask remained, lying quietly in place.

pat.

With a stomp of his foot, the mask shattered into pieces on the ground.

Kujo Toru raised his head and looked at the remaining eleven masked figures.

Even though he was just one person, in Akiyama Seiya's eyes, it seemed like he was the one with the real advantage.

Gods?

His eyes were somewhat unfocused, as if he felt he had seen this figure before.

Hiyori Iki sat in the audience, shrinking her neck.

Although it wasn't very obvious on the surface, after spending so much time with Kujo Toru, she could still sense that he was very angry.

And it was a kind of anger she had never seen before.

But the next moment, she frowned and covered her ears in great pain.

The piercing screams echoed throughout the stadium, even creating ripples in the air.

The remaining eleven figures finally stopped pretending and tore off their human appearances, revealing their demonic forms.