Tokyo gods only want priestly girls

The choice of running away has been blocked. Even if he is at the front, Ogasa Shibahei will only choose to gamble whether he can break through the barrage and chop off the opponent's head, but to save himself and leave.

Chapter 298 Indian

America, Indian Reservation.

This country quickly emerged from the wilderness hundreds of years ago and has now become an international hegemon.

And under this seat of dominance is the cornerstone made of countless corpses.

The indigenous people on this continent were massacred in the name of barbarism and evil, and the land and resources were seized, and this country was established on this basis.

Of course, we have more or less entered the stage of civilized society, and exterminating a human race is still a bit excessive.

So after that, they divided several reservations for these aboriginal people, allowing these Indians who were lucky enough to survive the butcher's knife to keep a place to live.

Of course, this area is not a good place with green mountains, green waters and vast plains.

The poor mountains and rivers, desolation and backwardness are the true portrayal of this place.

A huge convoy drove past the roadside, rolling up yellow sand.

From those low-rise bungalows that still seemed to be stuck in the last century, people with yellow and black skin would walk out from time to time.

Tezcatlipoca, Smoke and Mirrors, Constant Wind, First Sun... He does not have several names, nor several images.

"Yes, yes, kill a little first, it will bleed. How come no one believes what you say next?"

"Teacher, he's going to get on the bus next. After all, we hate white people. It's bad for you to handle the students."

"Even if we live outside modern concrete buildings, drive cars, and use guns, it still changes the fact that we are still indigenous to our core."

The soldiers who surrounded the mountain city and descended directly from the hills, holding firearms with bone ornaments in their hands, shouted the name of Tezcatlipoca in a rare and ancient indigenous language and jumped up.

Today, that once ancient and dilapidated city-state is also a rare day of celebration.

Amid the confusion of countless people, Mansoor, who was covered in white paint, wore a mask made of obsidian, and had an obsidian mirror hanging on his chest, hurriedly appeared.

"There are about 700 million Indians living under the Indian reservation. Although we have entered a civilized society to a certain extent, in reality we are still feudal at heart."

This is a xenophobic place. The history of massacres and past discrimination have made them full of hostility towards people outside of their own tribe.

The celebrating crowd took it lightly at first, after all, the other party's dress was not much different from theirs, but when we pulled the trigger and the bullets mercilessly killed the crowd, they screamed in fear.

The entire square was packed to the brim, and without the threat of death in front of us, we could only squeeze out as hard as we could.

Under the low platform of the square, these little chiefs have been controlled for a long time. Some of them are calm and composed, and some of them are frightened and angry, demanding an explanation from those people.

In the center of the square, various sculptures full of weird styles were erected. The festival platform was lowered and made smaller again, and dark white murals were spray-painted underneath.

However, our questions will not be answered, and the few people who respond are all looking at their noses with their eyes, and their noses with their hearts.

These soldiers then stopped driving away the crowd and gathered towards the central square. Even if the central station was up, they still had to gather around them.

Streets and low places for what comes next.

Mansour still preached eloquently.

Cong Chenger walked quickly and leisurely towards the central square, raised his gun and shot some people who wanted to resist.

In the city, the convoy stopped and a number of people with yellow and white skin jumped out. We were dressed like the iconic warriors of the indigenous people and distributed firearms with some modifications in customs.

When faced with that kind of questioning, the only reply we received was broken teeth and a sentence: "The smoke mirror is looking out there."

kill!

"You haven't convinced a few of the little chiefs yet. Today is the time of the festival held in our reservation. Hundreds of thousands of Indians will participate. It's a good time to show up."

They looked at the convoy passing in front of them with caution, suspicion, and hostility.

We are doing special things like massacre in the name of God. What exactly are we doing? !

The sound of celebratory dances and folk music came from the city, and colorful feathers and the symbols of various tribes were hung on the city head.

Now, end the magic stick time.

The mountain city is built against the hills and is made of red clay and bricks. It is ancient and dilapidated.

Chaos, blood, battle, death, conflict, this is the style that fits the god Mansur stole his name from, Tezcatlipoca.

While we were talking, our convoy arrived at its destination.

"Mansoor, are you sure your plan is feasible? Let these ignorant, backward and feudal Indians accept the faith you spread?"

"Under the reservation, what kind of laws do we obey? We obey not only government officials, but the chiefs of each tribe, and we obey the rules of the tribe."

As long as today passes, everyone says that the incident will naturally disappear.

All this naturally fell into Friedrich's eyes.

Cong Cheng'er, who got on the bus, just made a gesture, and all the soldiers who didn't get on the bus knew what I meant.

There are many Indians in this land. It is very easy for us to accept some of the religions from the Indians.

Only like that, the thick wall of people in front of us can give us a little sense of security.

Mansour also changed his attire, and then smeared his face with white dark paint before smiling at Freddy.

Cong Chenger is a Latino, but my skin is very different from those of Indians, at least the white people we hate the most.

Did we think that was Mexico?Are we, neither high nor too small, fighting against the government and the military?

As aboriginal people, it is difficult for us to recognize who is depicted in those sculptures and paintings.

Whether or not Friedrich said anything, I could probably guess that the way to convince some of the chiefs was to get rid of the other chiefs.

The weird and crazy style filled the chiefs with fear and anger.

It didn't take long for the entire mountain city to gather together. How could a group of special, unarmed people deal with those weird warriors holding submachine guns?

Mansoor whistled heavily.

Without internal response, we have almost no resistance at all, before the initial differential shooting creates fear.

But what has changed is the fact that he is an evil god and not a god friendly to humans.

"Of course, teacher, I want to look down on you. Although you are like Danny and us when it comes to research, you are the best at talking, right?"

A cult?Or a terrorist?What are we going to do?

Chapter 299 Tampering with History

The extremely harsh sunlight shone on everyone's faces.

The paint applied on the face had a strong chemical reaction with the skin under high temperature exposure, causing a burning and tingling sensation.

The entire mountain city was silent, because the people who made the sound had fallen into a pool of blood.

Feeling deep fear of these thugs with strange costumes and unknown origins, the crowd chose a quiet to somewhat oppressive silence.

There was obviously no sound equipment, but everyone could hear the clear footsteps of the visitor, as well as the sound of the collision of accessories.

On the high platform, Mansour, dressed as a priest, walked out slowly.

Through the torture of the little Onmyojis in Yingzhou, Friedrich and the others had mastered the use of some simple techniques.

Of course, without mystical talents, they still rely on the control of some small onmyojis.

Their strength is not very good, but it is enough for them to act like gods and ghosts.

Mansour stood on the high platform, opened his arms, and shouted a name in the indigenous language he had just learned.

Talking about Atllipocaka, are there any gods in that world?

As if we expected something, we struggled desperately, but only received heavy blows.

"What are they going to do? You crazy people? You have done nothing wrong."

Our voices were faithfully spread throughout the mountain city. Shadel gestured with the broadsword made of obsidian in her hand.

The chiefs who were also sitting on the high platform showed a look of uncertainty.

"Yes! No! You are..."

"What happened before? Stupid people, what did they get? Being denounced as barbaric and violent, bloody massacre and suppression, Quetzalcoatl's Carter is worthy of trust!"

"God will be angry with their ancestors because of their foolishness, so be anxious."

The weird behavior and cult-like style only aggravated the fear of the crowd.

On the Reed Day when Quetzalcoatl promised to return, the white-skinned Cortes, a colonist from Spain, retreated into Tenochtitlan, the then Aztec capital.

In mythology, the incarnation of Quetzalcoatl, Quetzalcoatl Descat, is a white-skinned woman. When he left there, he promised that he would eventually return.

But what was a bad coincidence was a coincidence. One of the most dramatic coincidences in history occurred.

"Because of anger! Anger because of their ignorance!"

“Tezcatlipoca!”

The white-skinned devils waved their whips and used devil-like weapons that could make thunderous sounds to destroy the former owners of that small continent.

And our Almighty God, the Lowest God Atrlipocaka, also gave up protecting us because of our stupidity and belief.

Even few chiefs have never heard of the rare and ancient words that come out of my mouth.

The faces of several chiefs covered with colorful paint also turned white. Of course we knew what this was, and we immediately started struggling violently.

"Break off my limbs and put them down on the stone platform."

But as I chanted, the originally scorching sun became brighter and brighter, and white clouds pressed in, making it feel like the sky and the earth were almost eclipsed.

Along with his call, all the soldiers holding guns raised their hands and shouted the name in unison, and the scorching sun gradually became a little brighter.

dim.

Erkel's tone was slightly relieved, but my actions didn't make anyone feel dangerous at all.

Then, disaster struck.

"Foolish, greedy, crazy humans, whisper His name! The everlasting wind of destiny! Creator of mankind! Lord of warriors! Almighty God!"

"The sun that once departed because of their ignorance, the Lord of change, will bless them again!"

If not, where was the Almighty God when we were massacred by white people, when our land was occupied, and when we were on the verge of genocide?