I Became an Anonymous Boss

He tried to save him but failed.

All these signs indicate that he did exist in the past, and indeed returned to the past.

And whether it's Budu Yuhun or Yatagaraja, they also existed thousands of years ago. They knew who they were a long time ago, and they have seen themselves!

This is indeed all calculated.

But compared to this kind of calculation, what Shirataki couldn't understand was the meaning of "the connection between the demon and the witch".

He had indeed made up his mind to return to Sunlun City after the cooldown of the boundary gate was over.

But he didn't have any unreasonable thoughts about the witch, only a sense of responsibility and a little sympathy. After all, he was the direct cause of the damage to the ceremony.

Could it be that in the city of the sun wheel, a kiss represents a marriage contract?

He can't think about these things for the time being, and he can't figure them out... But some facts have already been clarified.

In the past, Youshi once eroded the entire Yingzhou, leaving only a small area the size of a palm. Rilun City, whose territory is barely similar to Weiming City, proved that the power of the gods in Huangquan Youshi was in a period of complete victory at that time.

The appearance of the white mist now is also due to the recovery of the gods of the netherworld. As his power continues to increase, the current Yingzhou is in danger. If it is not restricted, it will soon fall into the original situation again.

This is also the result of spiritual recovery.

Shirataki did not fear the gods, but began to think about a possibility.

The possibility of being called 'God Killing'.

Just imagine.

Since it was the god of the underworld thousands of years ago, it will be revived again after a thousand years.

If you use the gate to travel through time and space, go back to a thousand years ago, and directly wipe it out completely, the time and space after a thousand years will also change accordingly.

Theoretically speaking, once the gods of Netherworld and Huangquan die, there will be no cause left over from thousands of years ago, and there will no longer be the current effect.

Without the gods, the power of the nether world will be suppressed, and there will be no more power to erode and threaten the eternal world.

Gao Tianyuan didn't need to spend any more time trying to find the Heavenly Demon.

The balance of the three dimensions can be maintained only by the power of the witch.

Rei Hanyu didn't need to take refuge in Chongguo, she would be protected and blessed from birth, and she didn't have to worry about it, let alone perform this ridiculous marriage ceremony to bind the future with herself.

Perhaps this will bring about even larger causal changes.

It may also completely change the lives of some people, causing a sudden and huge change in the times.

Just like in the Monogatari series, the chain effect of the destruction of the world is caused by the loss of one snail girl.

Shirataki felt the heavy pressure, because he had never faced such a choice before.

If you move your finger, you may have to smooth out the traces of history. This is a thousand-year history. One person missing will bring about historical changes, which in turn will affect the entire country, and then affect the times...

Shirataki didn't want to change the world by himself, but when he looked back, huh...Big brother Su is still there, but the beautiful country has already disintegrated.

That's really messed up...but it seems pretty good...it's a pity that it's not the original world after all.

But he has to make a choice, even if he doesn't choose, it is a kind of forced choice, if time waits for me, hesitation will lead to defeat!

Or, go back in time and change the world;

Or, stay in the moment and go with the flow.

If you choose the former, you will take responsibility, no matter what the result is, you must take over, because there is only one chance;

If he chooses the latter, he also has to choose whether to accept or give up. If he chooses to stay, he can consider what the child's name will be in the future. If he chooses to leave, Yingzhou's three-dimensional dimension is very likely to collapse.

Naturally, he can also stay and suppress this hell god, but...he doesn't think he can win.

Not necessarily if it was thousands of years ago.

Because of the gap between the witches.

Today's witches will be weak and exhausted in the face of white mist, and they can't compete with the gods on their own;

The miko who lived a thousand years ago has more than [-] years of accumulated spiritual power, and also has the powerful blessing of the sun's spiritual power, so she definitely has a chance of winning.

This comparison... It's simply a show and peace.

Moreover, Shirataki silently added a weight to his heart.

Because he has already guessed... If he doesn't go back, the witch may die, and the witch who failed the ceremony will be sacrificed, which is why the general wanted to kill the witch; similarly, if he ignores Yingzhou, The [-] million lives in this land will suffer, the guilty, the innocent, the kind, the evil, the young, the old...all will become the bait of ghosts and gods.

Do you know Shadow Isle, do you know Soul Eater Night?

When Yingzhou becomes a country of ghosts on earth, sooner or later this disaster will spread to other places and become an indelible lesion in the world.

Compared with it...it seems that the price of changing the world has become insignificant.

Time, time... how I wish you could stop here, because you are so beautiful.

Shirataki looked at Jingu across the arched bridge, looked at Duan Mujin and Hanyu Rei, and looked at Jingu which was just a short distance away.

He slowly raised his footsteps, but fell back to the original place.

He stood in the white mist with an uncertain expression, hiding in the shadows under the hood, and in front of him was the bright golden shrine.

Across a bridge, across the vermilion torii, across the pure white pilgrimage.

The sacred and solemn Jingu is picky about people, and it is not suitable for a thug like Shirataki to break in. He thought that if he wanted to live in this kind of place for most of his life, he would rather go back and eat Yan Qixia's thigh. The welfare of this life is served by this little maid who has been plotting evil for a long time. Why bother to be a priest in this kind of place to fool good men and women?

He is a heavenly demon, not a God and Buddha full of benevolence, righteousness and morality. He was born to stand on the throne of shadows overlooking the world, maintaining a mysterious and self-discipline, lonely and powerful. Holds the right to decide the direction of the world.

The world is just like this, and it's not fair at all.

The authority of power is held in his hands without the consent of most people, and he is equally clear that no matter how he explains it, no matter how he explains it, most people will not agree with him to hold this power, No matter how he will exercise it.

Since it is destined to be so, it is better to simply be a tyrant.

I decided, what to do with you?

So... don't ask, don't meet, don't think about it.

Make a decision selfishly, bear the result selfishly, don't let them know, no one will remember anyway.

When the time changes, I am the only one who can remember everything, and I will also bear the cross and bear all the guilt.

From now on, the crown of justice shall not be reserved for me.

Shirataki also knew that he was so stubborn that he couldn't bear to take a step back, but chose to turn around and step into that door.

Time is used by my subordinates to attack difficulties, and the world is like a butterfly in my palm.

And slaughter the gods, wait for the sky.

Chapter three hundred and seventy second

Sun Wheel City, Shrine.

The witch knelt quietly in front of the damaged courtyard, looking at the dark Amano Iwato.

She knew what she was about to face, like a martyr waiting to be executed, with no trace of anxiety or fear on her expression.

She was dying.

Waiting for the Jingu to be repaired, she must cut out her heart and throw it into the dark Tianyanto, so that the blood will stain the dark stone red. This is the only way to calm Amaterasu's dissatisfaction and let the glory return the world.

In the ancient times of Yingzhou, there was such a myth. It was because Kagura Mai let Amaterasu, who was hiding in Tianyanto, hear the excitement outside, and she would secretly open the door of Tianyanto to peek outside. Therefore, once the Kagura Dance ceremony appeared Mistakes and omissions lead to failure, she must fill this responsibility, use her own life to talent, if singing and dancing is not enough, then use cruel punishment.

It's brutal, but it doesn't seem like a big deal either.

Exchanging one person's life for the longevity of the entire Sun Wheel City is not a bad deal.

The witch heard the footsteps behind her, opened her eyes, her breathing was soft and quiet, she looked back, and saw that the general in armor lowered his body ten steps away and landed on one knee: "Your Highness the witch..."

"You don't need to call me that." The witch shook her head, "I'm just a sinner now."

No matter how much she contributes to the kingdom of the sun, once the ceremony fails, the priestess will become a sinner hated by everyone from a human god above ten thousand people.

The only way to wash away your sins is to apologize with death.

This is also a long-standing historical tradition in Yingzhou, where the collective is far more important than the individual.

The irony is that no matter which class of witches will eventually become sinners, because witches will not die easily, nor will they be assassinated, so the only reason for the death of witches of all generations is the failure of the ceremony.

Some priestesses lived for a long time, some did not live long, but they eventually sprinkled their blood on Tianyanto without exception, and this has been the case for generations of priestesses, until now it is her turn to travel the same mission.

In other words, destiny.

Jian Yulei lowered his head: "I never think that Her Majesty the Miko is a sinner, if he is guilty, he is also the outsider..."

He really hated that ignorant stranger. If it wasn't for his abrupt appearance, the witch would not have to sacrifice herself.

The witch was silent, and then shook her head quietly: "There is no need to say these words anymore."

She had no intention of arguing with Jian Yulei, but she didn't blame Bai Taki either.

As for why there was no anger in her heart, she didn't know.

Maybe it's because he took her to escape from the shrine and walked out of the place she hasn't left in three hundred years; maybe it's because his humorous conversation makes her feel relaxed physically and mentally; maybe it's because the smell of rabbits is really fragrant, which makes her It's been a long time since I tasted the taste of food.

Perhaps it was because he accompanied him back to his hometown, and listened to him telling his three hundred years of loneliness.

Perhaps it was because he knew nothing about it and was simply involved in this accident.

Or maybe she never hated that young man from the beginning.

She looked back, raised her wrist, and the wind chimes tied to her wrist jingled.

Or maybe... She really likes this gift.

The witch silently stopped talking, and Jian Yulei couldn't say anything more, no matter how unwilling and resentful he was, he had no position to say anything more.

The person most qualified to blame and hate Shirataki in the world is right in front of her, but she has never considered what, what position does he have to say some angry words?

And, what's the point of saying it?

Is it useful to capture foreigners for blood sacrifice?

Jian Yulei retreated in silence, this is the last time.

When the moon sets, at the dawn of the third day, he will swing down the sharp sword in his hand and execute this witch who has devoted herself to her for three hundred years.

It's cruel, but it has to be done.

Because no one can replace him, his knife is the fastest, and can let the witches go without pain, just like the previous generations of witches.