I am a god in Tokyo

The members of Search Section [-] leaned together and carefully observed their surroundings, as if there were unknown beings observing them in the darkness all around.

"Let's go!"

Imamura Yuyoshi did not look around like everyone else, but said: "The mission is over for the time being, let's arrange for someone to deal with Toyosaki's problem. If the pipeline is weird, if it never appears again, it should be taken into custody. !"

It's like a security guard, and it's like talking to an unknown person.

The captain raised his voice.

"The grotesque is an immortal existence. Any action to kill it will only make it appear in another form. The grotesque that reappears may have unexpected changes."

"No matter who it is, those who are willing to contain the grotesques and prevent them from harming human beings are like-minded partners of human beings!"

Leaving this sentence behind, the captain led the team to leave.

The police car finally arrived at Toyosaki and began finishing work.

Kasumigaoka and Machida Sonoko, who were frightened, were picked up in a car and taken to the Metropolitan Police Department.

The words the captain left behind were just to express his opinion.

He was also not sure whether it was a human being or another unknown being who took away the grotesque.

Perhaps the weirdness of the pipeline will appear again, and the safety of the victims is still not guaranteed, so they need to continue to follow up.

On the rooftop, Uehara Satoru watched the police car leave.

"The grotesque is immortal."

He repeated Imamura Yuyoshi's reminder in a low voice, feeling lucky.

Fortunately, I saved a hand, and didn't suppress the weirdness of the pipeline immediately, otherwise there would be some terrible mutation in this thing, and it would be a fucking dog.

The cold wind on the rooftop howled, mixed with the strange sound of sobbing and despair.

"So--"

Uehara Satoru turned around, and there was a deformed concrete pipe on the ground, the front and rear ends were sealed with mud, and there were desperate whimpers and slapping sounds from inside.

"What should I do with you?"

py: "GTA Players in the Everyday World"

Jock has traveled through time, but it's a pity that he wore it in the wrong place.

After gathering the three major achievements of time traveler, homeless man, and high school student, he still has to be busy in order to avoid the nagging of the one who returns everything to one.

In the process, he encountered the feather fox who didn't know when he would be resurrected, the famous detective who vowed to catch him and put him in prison, and various people.

Bring an axe, a big sword, and a shotgun that spews smoke, and take firm steps on the neon-flashing streets of Tokyo.

"You little bitches don't want to block my way, you will all die!"

Chapter 32 God Fire Ritual Refining Method

"Woooooo!"

The struggling sound in the concrete pipe became weaker and weaker.

Uehara Satoru wanted to see if Weird would obey the laws of human life, sealed off all the air holes in the pipeline, and watched Weird struggling in an extremely hypoxic environment.

Should it be said that it is a non-human species?

Even without oxygen, you can still struggle for 15 minutes.

But it's only 15 minutes. It's grotesque and inhuman, and it seems that it needs to abide by the rules of life.

Feeling the weakening of life activity in the pipe, Uehara Satoru stretched out his hand and flicked, making pinhole-like air outlets on the soil walls at both ends, and the struggle and crying in the pipe increased again.

Can't let the opponent die.

The other party seemed to obey the most basic life judgment.

Oxygen, food, water.

Should I still keep it?

Uehara Satoru had a headache.

He finally understands the troubles of containment of grotesques. Before the containment, he has to fill his life, and after the containment, he has to serve him carefully, for fear that the other party will get cold if he is not careful, and all the sacrifices will be in vain.

It's disgusting enough.

The question now is how to arrange this grotesque, if I knew it would be so troublesome, I might as well let it be taken away by the Nine Searches!

Just as he was thinking about it, a message came from the incense and fire talisman that had been quiet for a long time between his brows.

Uehara Satoru was a little taken aback.

Since the divine talisman recovered after absorbing the divine power, it has been quietly thinking about it between the eyebrows. Only when Uehara Satoru took the initiative to inquire, it would respond and actively transmit the message. It was the first time it appeared on the scene.

Uehara Satoru put aside distracting thoughts and read the message from the divine talisman.

The message sent by the divine talisman was a piece of classical Chinese, with few words and few hundred words, but Uehara Satoru had to read it dozens of times before finally exhaling the suffocation in his chest and looking at the concrete pipe.

"Sacred Fire Ritual Refining Method."

What is transmitted from the divine talisman is the method of using divine power.

God has many uses,

It is not only the foundation of the gods' survival, but also the road to promotion, and it is also the foundation of the gods' mighty power to move clouds and rain, and move mountains and seas.

Uehara Satoru's use of divine power is only in a superficial category.

The Divine Fire Sacrifice Refining Method is a technique for using divine power.

Art, not Tao.

It is not a method of practice, but a spell that every god knows. Apart from the gods conceived in heaven and earth such as the Three Books of Heaven, Earth and Man, the gods will occasionally create some artifacts, either for their subordinates, or for mortals. .

The mourning stick of impermanence in black and white, the urging talisman of the bull's head and horse face.

It is impossible for this kind of artifact to be raised naturally, and there are so many of them, they are all refined by the upper gods at will.

Although the methods are the same, according to the amount of divine power invested, the artifacts produced are also divided into strengths and weaknesses.

But for the current Uehara Satoru, it is enough.

"The divine talisman never takes the initiative, and when it does, it throws out a refining method of the divine fire sacrifice."

Uehara Satoru was thoughtful, this refining method of the Divine Fire Sacrifice seemed to exist specifically for the grotesque.

If you don't understand, you can only suppress this thought.

Uehara Satoru stepped on the pipe, performed an earth escape technique, and drilled down with the pipe. It didn't take long before he emerged from the center of the football field at Toyosaki Academy.

Although within the range of Toyosaki, he was not worried that the other party could escape.

But it’s always good to be prepared.

Under the turf of the football field, there is no pipe for Grotesque to escape, only the edge area has drainage ditches. If it can escape in this way, there is no need for Uehara Satoru, the land god.

Go home and sell sweet potatoes!

"Oh!"

Following the thought, the blocked soil walls on both sides of the concrete pipe suddenly exploded.

Next second,

The slender, disgusting, fluid-like white human figure flowed out quickly, and fled towards the distance in a panic. As it fled, its body slowly returned to its human form as if it was inflated. The last thing that appeared in front of Uehara Satoru was a naked man fat man.

Tsk, it's even more disgusting!

Uehara Satoru used his authority, and the ground under the man's feet suddenly liquefied into a quagmire.

Plop.

The man stepped into the quagmire, the more he struggled, the faster he sank.

"Please, don't kill me!"

Waiting for Uehara Satoru to come leisurely, the lower body of it had already sunk into the quagmire, tears were streaming down its honest and honest face, full of fear.

"Is grotesque also afraid of death?"

Uehara Satoru was condescending, overlooking the man.

Men can only beg and cry.

Uehara Satoru stretched out his hand slightly, and the quagmire that trapped the man solidified instantly, and then a huge pressure suddenly squeezed its lower body. The man's expression suddenly twisted in pain, and he slapped the ground frantically, trying to struggle out.

But powerless.

He couldn't even howl, and when he opened his mouth to scream, a fine stone was precisely stuck into its throat.

"What do I ask, what do you answer."

Uehara Satoru said: "Otherwise I will start from your calves and crush them inch by inch. Don't worry, I won't let you die. You will clearly feel the pain of your lower body being crushed into a pulp."

Leave this sentence indifferently.

The squeeze feeling under the ground is also gone.

The man immediately became honest and answered every question.

After carefully cross-examining it several times, and confirming that there was no concealment, Uehara Satoru squeezed the center of his brows and sorted out the information he got.

A man has a name and a place of residence.

It is completely different from the inhuman grotesque in Uehara Satoru's understanding.

Even the man himself didn't know what was going on. After being hated by everyone, he possessed grotesque power and extreme malice.

This malice made Uehara Goku frowned.

Men have the memory of being born as human beings, but their way of thinking is no longer human. Under the human skin, there is already another twisted existence. Although it is afraid of my power, it is only afraid of the concept of death. instinct.

Grotesques don't die.

It's not that men don't die, the grotesque is him, but he isn't grotesque.

The relationship between the two is quite distorted and unreasonable.

Uehara Satoru finally understands that if a man dies like this, it means that his grotesque will not disappear, but will appear in another form, which is why the human grotesque can be contained.

At least before the death of a humanoid grotesque, the same type of grotesque will not appear.

"A twisted and perverted existence."

The land god gave the definition.

Uehara Satoru also asked the man if he had encountered any other grotesques, and the other party said timidly that he had met him not long ago in Meguro District, and the other party was a little brother who sold ice cream.

It's just that out of fear, the fat man didn't touch it.

Uehara Satoru was frightened, even the ice cream truck on the side of the road might be weird, isn't that too scary?

Who would be wary of ice cream trucks everywhere?

I still need to keep my spirits up. My inspiration is not so effective outside of the authority. If I accidentally fall down, I can't find a place to redress my grievances.

The existence of grotesques, except for its weird characteristics, is really no different from ordinary people.

Uehara Satoru withdrew his thoughts, and looked at the man's greasy face full of expectations and anxiety.

All the information that can be asked has been asked.

As for letting him go?

Sorry, I never made such a guarantee.

When Uehara Satoru turned his palms over, the crimson divine power was brewing, and between his breaths and breaths, according to the method of the sacred fire sacrifice, it burst out from his palms, forming a crimson red, like an illusory flame.

"go with!"

Uehara Satoru clapped his palms down, and the red flames fluttered on the top of the man's head.

Then,

Using it as firewood, the crimson fire suddenly rose sharply, but it didn't burn the air or the real thing, it just engulfed the man in it, turning it into an illusory human-shaped torch, exuding a faint coldness.