Chapter 35 35. Kill yourself to add to the fun
Honjo Rie and Natsume Haruka leave the confessional.

The underground hall, which was empty ten minutes ago, is now crowded with believers who have heard the news.

They surrounded Aizawa Osamu and Kawasumi Saya, looking at them with awe and admiration.

"That's it. With God's blessing, Priest Kawasumi and I defeated Yan Mo."

Under the instigation of several familiar believers, Osamu Aizawa had no choice but to talk about his crusade experience.

"It mainly depends on Priest Lin's contribution." Saya Chuansumi glanced at him.

"Where, I won't be able to come back without Priest Kawasumi saving me." Osamu Aizawa winked at her.

"What does it have to do with me?"

Kawasumi Saya muttered in a low voice, she still couldn't accept the reason Aizawa Osamu told other swordsmen to conceal his achievements.

"Congratulations to the two priests, let us welcome the hero back."

Honjo Rie, who was on the periphery, glanced at the fanatical crowd, and raised her voice slightly.

When the believers heard her voice, they quickly stopped their smiles, retreated to both sides, and separated a path.

Honjo Rie was very satisfied with her control, she walked in unhurriedly, saw Enma's head next to Aizawa Xiu's feet, and let out a soft cry.

"Good job." Honjo Rie nodded.

At first, she thought that it would be good if Saya Kawasumi and Osamu Aizawa could drive away Yan Mo, and they were even ready to give up the sect.

After all, before leaving the union, she knew that once anyone found Yan Mo, they would report it immediately. The elite squadron composed of S-level swordsmen would carry out a special crusade to prevent Yan Mo from causing evil disasters.

But Honjo Rie didn't expect that it was a surprise to defeat Yan Mo with only two people.

"Honjo priest, I have fulfilled my mission and God's trust in me." Aizawa corrected his expression.

"You have worked hard. After the godfather knows about it, he must be very happy." Honjo Rie bowed, "Let us thank the two priests for their achievements."

This time, however, no believers acted with her.

The surroundings were inexplicably quiet, she frowned, and looked up to find that Osamu Aizawa, who was opposite him, also opened his mouth wide, as if he saw something that shouldn't appear.

Honjo Rie turned her head to look, opened her eyes and covered her mouth: "God"

At the very center of the high platform in the underground hall, on the top of the statue of the God of Eternity, a dazzling phantom of a swallowtail butterfly appeared.

The phantom looked similar to the one that drove Osamu Aizawa into the realm of ignorance before.

It just added a trace of holiness.

Osamu Aizawa was dumbfounded.

He specifically asked Rie Honjo about summoning the Eternal God.

After all, this is a big killer. If any believer can get it out, then if he crusades against any sect, he might as well get into the high-level as soon as possible, so as not to be liquidated in time.

However, Honjo Rie said that only devout believers can recite forbidden mantras and summon the eternal gods at the cost of their lives.

But the success rate is extremely low, and it is generally used as a last-minute comfort, to make believers believe in themselves, and they can reach the eternal paradise after death.

"So, which believer made this again?"

Isn't it just a crusade against Yan Mo? Why is there someone so happy that he committed suicide?
Then why does he still contribute, why not let the believers commit suicide collectively, there are so many people, there is always one who can summon the gods.

"It's really shocking that Priest Lin's contribution can attract the attention of God!"

Only Natsume Haruka yelled as if watching the excitement was not a big deal.

This sentence reminded the believers who had fallen into dementia. They reacted and collectively turned their heads to look at Aizawa Osamu. The extremely passionate eyes wanted to eat him.

Some of them have been teaching for more than ten years, but they have never seen a god appear!
"Priest Lin! God!"

With this howl.

Like a wind-up toy, the disciples began to shout Osamu Aizawa's name.

Seeing the miracle come, their faces were distorted, their hands and feet danced, and they vented their joy loudly.

Someone else knelt down in front of Osamu Aizawa, kissing his boots frantically.

Seeing this, the others also stepped forward to hold his hand and placed it on top of their heads, asking him to "bless".

Aizawa Osamu was surrounded by them, unable to move.

"What a joke."

He had never seen this scene before.

Isn't it just a phantom?Are you so excited?
He couldn't understand.

There were also people who pouted and wanted to get in touch with Osamu Aizawa, but he slapped him away.

"Go away, dead man!"

Osamu Aizawa tried his best to maintain his figure, looking at the three women on the periphery.

Natsume Haruka looked excited, Kawasumi Saya turned her head away, but it could be seen from the corner of her mouth that she was holding back a smile.

Only Honjo Rie had a faint smile on her face, not knowing what she was thinking.

"Everyone, listen to me!"

Osamu Aizawa spoke with difficulty.

He didn't know why the miracle happened, but he had to say something, otherwise, if this went on, something would definitely go wrong.

The fanatical believer paused for a while, but still grabbed Aizawa Xiu's clothes.

In their eyes, Osamu Aizawa is not only a hero who defeated Yan Mo, but also a devout believer recognized by God.

Osamu Aizawa wiped the saliva off his face: "Ahem, we should thank God more than thanking me. Taking this opportunity, I suggest that we recite the first chapter of Shenyi to welcome God's coming!"

"Please lead us!"

All the believers spoke with one voice.

Osamu Aizawa looked at the scripture handed over, and secretly sighed in his heart.

This role should belong to Honjo Rie
But there is no way, he can't do without stealing the limelight.

Osamu Aizawa took the scriptures, walked up to the high platform, glanced at the phantom of the swallowtail above his head, stood under the statue, and began to recite in a loud voice:
"All living beings are at peace, eternal paradise"

ten days later.

Osamu Aizawa was walking on the road leading to the workshop, and every believer who met him would step forward and bow his head to accept the caress.

He really doesn't know how this habit spread
After stroking the heads of more than a dozen believers, Osamu Aizawa came to the workshop, and the first thing he did was wash his hands.

"Xiu-jun, if this continues, you will no longer be the patriarch." Natsume sat on a chair and asked casually.

"It's unlikely, unless the godfather is dead. But Honjo Rie said that after this operation comes back, the godfather will meet me."

"Then after you meet, will you kill the patriarch?"

"talk later."

Osamu Aizawa can be sure that even if he kills the patriarch, it will only be a change of spokesperson.

The organization behind the religious order is not so simple to eradicate.

After washing your hands.

Osamu Aizawa came to the stove, took out a handful of ribs, and handed it to Natsume Haruka:
"This is forged from the horns of red ghosts and blue ghosts. When in danger, you can summon shikigami to delay time."

Xia Muyao took Qinglan's small dagger and played with it in his hand: "It's so beautiful."

"I didn't give it to you to see."

Osamu Aizawa shook his head, and took out another spiritual knife: "This is a new spiritual knife that I reforged with Yatengu and Guanhu from the leftovers from forging Yan Modao."

"A new spirit knife?"

Xia Muyao stood up and took the spirit knife.

The style of the scabbard is similar to that of the Yan Mo Dao forged by Osamu Aizawa: the whole body is pitch black, and there is an unusually bright red sword guard on the hilt.

Xia Muyao liked it very much: "Is Xiu Jun and I a couple spirit sword?"

"No, it's an A-level Flying Demon." Osamu Aizawa said helplessly, "Yan Mo, who has transformed into a desolate soul, shows his body, but is actually a Flying Demon polluted by black mist. One of her broken horns has a Flying Demon "Four Souls of the Devil"

Flying Demon, a female monster with a beautiful face, specializes in absorbing the essence and blood of men, and evolved from the Buddhist "marginal girl".

"A-level, so high."

"I found that your aptitude is not bad, but there is a problem with your technique."

"is it?"

"That's right, even if you have poor skills, you can use your spirit knife to forcibly suppress the opponent."

Osamu Aizawa was talking eloquently, but was interrupted by Haruka Natsume.

"Hey, why is Xiu Jun so nice to me?"

She raised her head and looked at Osamu Aizawa with sincere eyes.

(End of this chapter)

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