Tokyo gods only want priestly girls

My voice was not like thunder, but the effect of the magic was so low that it was deafening.

"They turned their backs on Atllippocaca, turned away from tradition, indulged in the evils brought about by Quetzalcoatl, and were seduced by the grain and clean water he promised."

"In the civilization he built, there is no place for their barbaric people."

While everyone was watching, I opened the chief's chest with the obsidian dagger in my hand, and took out my heart, which was still beating.

The sacrifice that Atlshadeika hates the most?

Of course, just saying it makes no sense, and people will only think that I am a cold-blooded religious lunatic who only has no evidence.

Blood dripped down the stone platform from under the low platform. Shadel lowered her beating heart like a real priest and ended her recitation.

"On the day when the white feathered serpent returned from the sea in a boat, they heard the warning of Atershadeika and chose to welcome these invaders! Welcome the colonists!"

To put it simply, the chief, who was originally a respected member of the tribe, had his hands and feet broken and was carried off the stone platform behind Erkel.

The square was filled with cries of crows, and the noise was not scary at all. We knew how we should react to the lunatic-like guy under the stage.

"It's very bad. You are very happy. Even so, they still did not spit out words of recognition of God in their mouths, which shows that they have not insulted your God."

In Shadel's words, that coincidence was no longer a coincidence, but a fact.

Just like the famous smoke mirror.

No matter how much we struggle, the hands that restrain us are as soft as cast iron, leaving no room for resistance.

Quetzalcoatl arrived as promised, but before his return, there was no place for the original indigenous people in the civilization he established, and he brutally destroyed and massacred us.

“Tezcatlipoca!”

And the terrifying thing had just ended. The strange statues around the square were emitting thick white smoke from their eyes and mouths.

"Yes, you think they will probably forget what the most disgusting sacrifice of the Almighty God Atllipocaka you are waiting for is, right?"

Even though Montezuma VII, the king at the time, claimed to have been warned by the God of Smoke and Mirrors in his dream, he could not resist the people's frenzied welcome to the "Feathered Serpent" who brought grain and wine, civilization and technology.

Bloody little massacres, the outlawing of religions, the collapse and destruction of ancient kingdoms, and the burning of ancient cities.

As the crowd watched, chiefs of several tribes were brought down.

As if she had read through the crowd's thoughts, Shadel waved her hands, pretending to be angry.

Erkel poured some liquid composed of bright flowers and grass under my body, murmuring in an unfamiliar Aboriginal language, and stuffed a white gem out of my mouth.

Ercol's mouth was cracked, and my teeth were covered with pitch-white paint, and my whole person seemed to be a shadow.

Chapter 300 Changes

Thick black smoke enveloped the crowd, and before they could mutiny, they were forced back by the soldiers with guns around them.

With the dim sky and thick black smoke, the scene suddenly became strange. Even a staunch atheist would inevitably be a little shaken, let alone these backward indigenous people?

Some people couldn't help it anymore, muttering to themselves the name of Tezcatlipoca.

In the eyes of 10 people in the entire mountain city, several streams of black smoke flew toward the high platform as if they were alive, wrapping around Mansour's heart that was held high.

"Oh my god..."

The scene in front of me could no longer be described scientifically. Black smoke enveloped my heart and flew towards the dark sky.

Amid the crazy laughter of the priests in the stands, the indigenous people in the square began to kneel down silently.

Gradually, there were one person, then two people, then hundreds, then thousands, and finally a crowd of people fell to their knees and prostrated on the ground.

“Tezcatlipoca!”

This time, everyone called out the name out of fear, awe, and a herd mentality.

Yoriko Ogasawara dares to repeat the moves because you can feel a sense of safety under the other person's body.

The collective wave is more hesitant than any deception.

Compared to Shiba Heishi, we can only convert hundreds or thousands of believers in one night, which is extremely fast.

Maybe some of them would firmly believe that it was just a trick done through some kind of technological means, but it didn't matter at all.

The chiefs who had reached cooperation with him bowed down obediently and shouted the name of Tezcatlipoca.

What happened?

By this time, no one will question Scatlipokaka anymore, because the blood feud of the massacre is outside of this, and no one dares to question the legitimacy of revenge.

Skateboshanlanka is the god of warriors, war, and vengeance. He is the almighty god and the ever-changing wind of destiny.

White mud stopped overflowing under the brass-colored bones, the rosette stopped trembling, and the round light in front of his head stopped flickering on and off.

Even if Xiao Lier adopts that extreme method, come on, it will only take a long time to get the natives to accept it.

As Friedrich later said, it is difficult to prove that gods exist, but it is very complicated to prove that gods exist.

After watching the entire performance in the mountain city, Friedrich smiled with satisfaction.

Xiaoli used the name of smoke mirror, so there should be no problem in a short time.

They know too many things and are willing to seek help from the outside world. When the authorities in our minds choose to doubt, we will also obey and doubt.

The formed white smoke flew into the sky with the heart, so naturally it was not the work of those onmyojis around here.

No one wants to be given up.

Then Xiaolier will provide a small amount of arms to the indigenous people and promote hatred between us and the colonists.

The sacred golden Buddha statue was gradually covered by white mud. The muzzle of the gun sprayed thick smoke like a pipe organ, and the round light formed by the flame was completely extinguished in the flicker.

It's just tricky after that, and now you can smell this security.

Even if it means killing, as long as the tribal leader nods,

We will also do it, and faith is even less important.

Being backward and xenophobic also has its benefits, but it is precisely because of ignorance that it is easy to be deceived.

After all, through the search of young Friedrich, I was sure that the gods under the American continent had long since disappeared.

The change in the sky was due to the artificial rainfall used in advance, which caused the white clouds to quickly squeeze out and darken the sky.

And before that step is completed, the remaining problems are too complex.

When everyone doubts it, those who believe will only become ostracized aliens, and being ostracized in the tribe means being abandoned.

Apart from smiling, there are no other personal considerations.

Everyone in the square whispered the nickname of Scatelli Pokaka, and even those who didn’t believe in him would still choose to obey among the crowd.

As long as we do something that ordinary people cannot understand and explain, we will naturally doubt the existence of gods.

It must be said that modern people are dominated by the media, and those indigenous people who are backward and feudal are even more so.

The corpse Buddha suddenly froze, and the gunfire from the muzzle seemed to be stuck, like an old tractor emitting white smoke.

By closing the blocked information channels, when something our ancestors believed in appears in front of us in a shocking situation, we will also choose to doubt it.

It all needs Xiaoli to do it, and we ourselves will be sacrificed to Scatlipokaka by our angry compatriots.

It's vague to say what it feels like. Although it's dark and strange, you feel an evil aura, but a strange sense of holiness.

Bao Shaner's little performance today directly converted hundreds of thousands of believers.

But what I didn't expect was that before we accomplished those things, the changes would happen more slowly than we thought.

Even if the behavior follows common sense, we will accept it when it comes to the behavior of tribal leaders.

When the battle between Ogasawara Yoriko and the Corpse Buddha reached its climax, and when Ogasawara Yoriko was about to make a bet, something happened.

Just use His name in vain and everything becomes complicated.

After that, just continue to wait and see.

Xiaolier stood under the low platform, opening her arms to receive everyone's low shouts.

In the whole little play, there is neither a technological part nor a mysterious part.

Mansour laughed loudly on the high platform, and the chief behind him shouted such words as impossible, this is an evil god, but it still could not change the outcome of having his heart cut out for sacrifice.

For example, using firearms as a new incarnation of His blessings, of course, Xiao Li also had a bad idea.

After all, it was the land of the free.

Although a small number of people still believe in Scatlipokaka, and the firearms and weapons are only incidental to his incarnation, this is enough.

The statues that spit out white smoke are just emotional devices. The smoke component also takes away most of the minor anesthetic, making it more difficult for those people to be emotional.

In the inner wall of the mountain city, some onmyojis were dragged back into the car before they were completely exhausted.

However, there is not much evidence that they ever existed. It is safe to say that there may be some other changes in Xiaoli's use of his name.

In order to retaliate against the white feathered serpent that existed at all, he used weapons as his new incarnation. It was very reasonable and in line with what Bao Shanlan Lipokaka would do.

And now, I have accomplished my goal with great difficulty.

Behind your eyes, the corpse Buddha is swallowed up by the white darkness and turns into a white sun.

Chapter 301 Onlookers

The light was obscured by the dark sun, and everything was dim.

Ogasawara Yoriko slowly took two steps back.

Although I don’t know what happened, it’s obviously not a good thing.

Rather than saying that the corpse Buddha transformed into the sun, it is better to say that the black sun swallowed and melted it.

Even in the golden body without flesh and blood, Yoriko Ogasawara could see the meaning of struggle, just like a drowning person swallowed by the ocean.

But what could seep out of its interior and devour it instead?

Just this weird and dangerous feeling made Yoriko Ogasawara subconsciously take a few steps back and arch her back like a cat.

If there is any abnormality, she can eject in an instant and slash at the opponent with her sword.

As she watched, a few drops of viscous liquid dropped from the edge of the black sun, like black oil.

Then, a hand stretched out from the black sun, a bone claw with black hair, grabbed the edge of the black sun, and crawled out.