Tokyo gods only want priestly girls

"That's the difference between you and them. In order to torture them, you will involve their innocent relatives or children."

The faces of the shrine are wonderful, both sad and happy.

"But, does he know what the gap is between you and them?"

"He will even massacre tens of millions of people just for a moment's slowness in his heart."

The burning ash fell on the leader's eyes, burning my skin into bloody and fleshy marks.

"Just do whatever you want! Even if you accuse us of countless crimes, it won't change the fact that we just

Our country and nation! "

Small groups of people will be spread and promoted by ideological trends. Maybe we all know why we do what we do?

Why be hostile?Why hatred?Why beautify?But when small righteousness and ideological trends arise, a small number of people can only blend in.

But this way, we are just becoming the same kind as those people, which is so disgusting.

Turning that theory of victory and defeat onto the opponent, Jingu laughed again.

"If you want rights, then come and seize them. If you are satisfied with the status quo, then go and fight. Why bother to set up a banner of small righteousness for yourself? Besides, are you really righteous?"

"Even if people's conscience and civilization, public opinion and society have legal constraints on you, they will still spontaneously control you."

Shengong, on the other hand, laughed and kicked the person who yelled the most fiercely in the face.

Jingu looked at us with disgust.

"That's bad. This is where the gossip session begins. Let's meet their ending."

"Thank you, thank you for your kindness. Their innocent relatives, their infant children, and their inconsiderate parents all died tragically because of their stupidity."

"...thank you...thank you..."

What he said was very righteous, but Shengong was actually amused.

"Oh, according to what he said, whatever you do to him now and deprive him of everything is appropriate, right?"

"You can't kill them, their sons, their men, wives, parents, friends, all of whom are not present, and let our blood cover the entire Tokyo before theirs."

"The stability of the country? The rise and fall of the nation? The wishes and lives of the people? Do they really not care at all about that kind of thing?"

"Modifying history, acknowledging the past, tampering with inhumane massacres into the necessity of war, and trying to use the right or wrong of their stance to justify their evil deeds."

A small number of people only care about their own lives, but also the lives of their relatives and friends.

Jingu continued leisurely:

It must have been just to vent that he was slow, even if the entire Yingzhou was destroyed, it would still be a problem.

The door to hell opened quietly, and the smell of sulfur and blood came out.

Even if they don’t face all of that, there are people who are truly open to those things, such as the author of this painting that Jingu once admired in Hiroshima.

"So you will be one of them. They are animals that have lost their humanity, and you will."

The shrine looked at the shrine behind the square. They spent a lot of time and energy building it, and it enshrined many people whose names they didn't want to mention.

"Oh, it's really ridiculous. The real gods are full of the glory of humanity, while the beasts in human skin act in the name of gods."

"Thank you and be glad that you are not an inhuman beast like them, but a god who can think and remain rational."

The leading people snorted and said disdainfully:

As if anticipating our answer, Jingu calmly lit the pipe and took a puff.

The leaders of the group still glared at the shrine with their eyes wide open.

The voice of the shrine spread throughout the square, and the murderous intent revealed in the words sent chills down the spine, and the cruelty in it made many people turn pale.

And based on those words, some people who were incited to join them only reflected on the rights and wrongs of it after they were about to accept death.

Taking the words that explained everything when the winner was named as truth, the group of guys behind him were named as the legacy of the war.

"Thank you for sparing our family, even though you knew you would die if you escaped."

"Country? Nation? What are you talking about?"

Chapter 340 Corpse Mud Hell

"Do you know? What kind of torture the souls in hell must endure?"

"Torn to pieces with a thousand swords, with iron thorns coming in from the back and coming out from the front, strung together and baked in the fires of hell."

"Cut it into countless pieces, and then use needles and threads to pass through the blood vessels and meridians and sew them back together, but you are still awake and can only feel it all."

"He was beaten like a stone, thrown into an iron mortar, and his bones, blood and internal organs were mixed together and ground into a pulp."

"Drink the scalding iron juice from your mouth, melt your throat and internal organs completely, then cool and solidify it, then throw it into purgatory again."

"Throw it on a red-hot iron plate and grill it on both sides, or throw it into a big pot... Oh, I smashed that pot some time ago. It seems you won't be able to experience the melting pot hot springs of hell. .”

Along with the explanation from the shrine, Gejing Liuli cooperated to move the gate of hell, showing all the severe and terrifying wonders in hell to everyone present.

The strange and disgusting part is that even if you haven't eaten for several days and your stomach is empty, you will inevitably feel nauseated.

"Of course, then there are the Forest of Swords and the Fire Pit in the Sea of ​​Dung. Among them, I think the Sea of ​​Dung is the most suitable for you beasts. It's equally disgusting. What a perfect match."

Even though what I just said was tough and how prepared I was, when I saw the scene of hell in front of me.

I feel that every moment, there is a constant flow of filth into my body from all directions and every hole.

The only ordinary people, not the leaders, were made into the core by the shrine. They could feel the thousands of mouths under the body, the surging stomach and the sense of smell at the same time.

It’s just that we can no longer control what we think, and our minds are completely out of control.

We can even see that the evil ghost jailer bit off half of the head of the innocent soul next to him and chewed it in his mouth.

An indescribable feeling exploded from under our taste buds, and the disgusting taste spread down our throats and into our stomachs.

"Be grateful, that is what everyone in the world dreams of, eternal life."

Everyone had to be frightened by it, and even their spleen and gallbladder ruptured.

At this time, we, who have lost our only food, will eat ourselves, and then we will have the beginning.

At the same time, the thousands of mouths and tongues under the sarcoid body were under control and were not devouring wildly, drinking everything in the sea of ​​feces.

"You have to be afraid. In fact, once you get used to it, you won't be able to do it so well. Screaming and shouting are just a way of venting the subconscious. In fact, few souls are already numb by the time they get there."

Jingu's design is relatively smooth, just splicing us together, and each person does not have separate taste buds and stomach bags.

And the shrine asked the group of people to retreat together with the sacred toilet, swallowing and eating every moment, and then maintaining strong vitality.

As it hurriedly sank into the mud of corpses, the deformed and disgusting monster let out a greedy roar.

His face was so sad and frightened that even through the gate of hell, it seemed that he could hear the screams of resentment like a sea wave.

Jingu snapped his fingers, and the bodies of the people behind him stopped swelling and squeezed together.

"

By the way, you have weakened their seven senses by the way, especially the sense of smell and taste. The most important thing is to be grateful and eat bitterly. "

"Real torture and torture may not be worthy of the name of hell, but you will be very satisfied with this."

The huge Hell Gate quickly swallowed the monster behind it and threw it back into the vast hell of corpse excrement.

As for how many kalpas it will be before this, this is known.

Countless sprouts spread towards Qizhou, connecting the floor and walls of the shrine.

And on this basis, there are still seven senses that have been weakened by the shrine.

Only when you witness evil spirits taking out a person's heart and lungs and skewering them into skewers can you truly understand the horror.

"So, when you are out there, give them what they want most."

Jingu knows what this feels like because it is imagined.

Isn't that the world before death?

Then the sentence will last until when the entire hell of corpses and excrement is eaten clean by me.

On the side, Gejing Liuli was able to quickly open the door to hell, and his target was the Corpse Mud Hell located in the nearby hell.

He stretched out his hand in front of him and pulled out a ball of something special that looked like pitch-white mud from under the spiritual tablet enshrined in the shrine.

He glanced at it with disgust, then stuffed it back into the smoke and dust behind him.

In the purgatory, there are mountains of flames, countless ghosts are struggling in the flames, twisting their bodies, and there are countless fierce ghost jailers beside them, using various torture instruments to penetrate us.

The sarcoma devoured the shrine's building, and the voices of thousands of people gathered together to eat blindly.

Jingu took a step forward and looked at his work.

Breeding bacteria and mosquitoes will use the huge body like a sarcoma as a breeding ground, where they will continue to multiply.

However, seeing that scene, I felt a little more comfortable.

It didn't sink immediately. The muddy and sticky sea of ​​feces swallowed us up very quickly like a swamp.

It's not that Xiaojia has no understanding of hell, but a little imagination can't compare to seeing it with his own eyes.

"You integrated them, their ancestors, and the shrine together, and gave them the ability to constantly replenish their vitality without stopping food."

And those granulations are still climbing up to other people under the square, taking root upward from our skin.

The shrine blew out a puff of smoke, wrapped the leaders behind him in it, and laughed sadly.

Blood and yellow-white substance dripped from the fangs, making it even more ferocious and terrifying.

Rivers and lakes composed of sludge and rotting corpses, mixed with feces and urine.

"Only drowning in a pit of excrement and urine is the ending that matches them, and it is the one who bears the name of the God's toilet."

"Become one with the ancestors they admire, and then let you make some major changes to their bodies."

We want to speak, but we can't speak anymore.

Even the leaders, who had been so tough just now, turned pale at the moment and said something.

It was very hungry when it had just formed, with endless feelings of hunger and empty stomach. However, the consciousness of a thousand people mixed together could not control the body and could only feel it.

"The soul without the body is just a tree with roots. It will only be broken and worn, and even worn to the front, it is too numb and has the effect of torture."