I directed the mythical revival in Tokyo

Chapter 150 Post-mortem and phone call with the White House
Whoohoo!
High in the sky, Gao Ban Long Er slowly opened his eyes, only to feel the wind and waves blowing past his face, and his body feeling an unprecedented sense of weightlessness.

In an instant, he was suddenly awakened.

[Am I already dead? Have I been possessed by Ryoumen Sukuna? ]

[No! That's not right! I'm falling down in the air.]

He barely gathered his remaining strength and reached for the Tianyu Yuzhan at his waist with trembling hands.

However, the efforts were in vain.

[The energy in the body has been completely exhausted! ]

Along with the continuous feeling of falling, strangely, Takashi Ryuji felt an inexplicable sense of relief in his heart.

[If this trip is the end, being able to escape from all the troubles from now on is a kind of relief. ]

Just as he closed his eyes and waited for death, a gentle whirlwind suddenly rose from under him and gently lifted him up.

[Hey, push up!]

【Hey! Come on everyone! 】

Thanks to the characteristics of the wind talker, Takashi Ryuji was keenly aware that the wind force turned into a pair of invisible giant hands, slowly supporting his back as he was about to fall, stopping his fall.

Before he could recover from this sudden change, he felt himself being tightly grasped by the wind and being dragged involuntarily away.

"It seems that the time of possession was too short. I didn't expect that you could still retain a trace of clear consciousness! Tsk tsk, in this case we can still chat for a few more minutes!"

A majestic voice came to his ears, and Gao Ban Longji could not help but look sideways, and saw that the purple-haired god was holding a wine cup with a smile on his face, drinking leisurely.

"Did you save me?"

"No, you saved yourself."

Before he finished speaking, the purple-haired deity suddenly pulled out a familiar gourd from behind him.

Gao Ban Long Er reached for his waist with difficulty and found that the gourd was gone. He felt relieved immediately and his body relaxed.

"I see. You have taken the gourd away. Is this the use of divinity that Lord Yu mentioned?"

He spoke slowly, with a hint of relief in his tone.

The purple-haired deity gently shook the gourd in his hand and praised it highly.

“I didn’t expect you to have collected so much divinity during this period of time!”

"You really work hard, young man!"

Hearing the purple-haired god's praise, Takaoka Ryuji tried his best to curl up the corners of his mouth, forced a smile, and spoke slowly.

"This is my duty. Ryoumen Sukuna was originally coming for me. I am grateful to you and Lord Yu for lending a helping hand!"

pat!

With a slight sound, the purple-haired god gently placed the gourd in his hand beside him, then raised his hand to support his chin, looking at Gaoban Ryuji with subtle eyes.

"Tsk tsk, come to think of it, I haven't set foot in the human world for a long time! This time it gives me a chance to come out!"

"Now, the divinity contained in this wine gourd is almost exhausted, and the time it can support me to appear is about to reach its limit."

"I know you have a lot of questions now. What was the outcome of Ryoumen Sukuna? Why did the other party insist on choosing you as the host?"

"I won't say any more. If you want to know more, go and find Mr. Yu to explain!"

The moment she finished her words, her body began to emit faint light, as if it was about to dissipate.

Suddenly, as if remembering something important, the god reminded again.

"Young man, if you want to express your gratitude, please remember to visit the shrine! Please pay your respects to Suwa Myojin more often."

"See you soon."

Witnessing the final moment that was about to disappear, Takasaka Ryuji used up the last bit of his strength and shouted to the other party.

"Excuse me, are you Takemikata-shin?"

He noticed that the other party paused slightly when he was about to disappear, and then, before he completely disappeared, he spoke in a meaningful tone.

"Yes and no!"

As the light of the purple-haired god gradually faded, Misaka Yana's body came into Ryuji Takasaka's sight.

She was wearing a gorgeous shrine maiden costume at the moment, but she seemed to have lost her support. With a thud, her body fell backwards and she fell into a coma.

"Is that true?"

"Could it be that the giant rock snake? Never mind, let's not think about it for now..."

I felt the wind beneath me use up its last bit of energy, allowing me to land steadily on the ground.

He looked up at the sky and murmured to himself, "Is it finally over?"

Feeling slightly relieved, Gao Ban Longji turned around and prepared to check the situation around him.

However, when he saw the bloody, lifeless arm beside him, his expression suddenly changed.

He slowly turned his head and looked in disbelief at the blood-stained, corpse-like figure next to him.

"Kondo Retsu?!!"

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The helicopter hovered high in the sky, and the camera kept capturing the scenes of Izumo City downwards.

The driver stared at the scene below, shuddered involuntarily, and murmured in a low voice: "Is this the power of God?"

Looking ahead, in the center of Izumo City stands a thousand-meter-high pillar that reaches into the sky, with thick circles of shimenawa ropes wrapped around it.

You should know that the tallest building in the world today, the Burj Khalifa, is only 828 meters high.

The taller the building, the more factors need to be considered and the more difficult it is to build.

However, at this moment, the gods just pointed their fingers and created such a huge pillar that reached from sky to earth!
In the center of Izumo city, around the pillar, except for the Kumo Shrine and the adjacent shrines, the rest of the area has turned into an endless charred desolate land.

Looking around, except for the area in the middle, the entire Izumo City sank, forming a miniature basin that protects the shrine and pillars in the middle.

"It seems that the housing prices around the shrine are going to rise again..."

……

Extraordinary Countermeasures Bureau
Looking at the purple-haired god's departing figure, Minister Miki touched his nose awkwardly, and then called out to the secretary who was about to catch up, "Okay, you don't have to go."

He turned to the priest helplessly, and at this moment, anyone could see the smile on the priest's face that came from the heart of his life after surviving a disaster.

"You just mentioned that the true identity of the purple-haired deity is Yasaka Touka-gami?"

The priest stopped smiling upon hearing this, frowned, and focused his eyes on the screen, where Takasaka Ryuji was being slowly lifted toward the ground by the wind. There was a hint of uncertainty in his tone.

"That should be the case, but I remember that if Takasaka Ryuji wants to control the wind, he should hold the Ame-no-Habakiri, right? Does Yasaka-no-kami have the power of wind?"

"It is certain that the deity comes from Suwa Shrine. The sacred instruments and the pillars reveal her identity without reservation."

Shaking his head, the priest continued muttering to himself, "But if it is a dragon or snake, and has the power to control the wind..."

"Your Excellency the Priest!"

Completely immersed in his own thoughts, the priest turned a deaf ear to the calls from all around him. He continued to rub his chin with his fingers and muttered to himself.

"Could it be Takenakata? But Takenakata can't be a goddess? Could it be like in Greek mythology, as the wife of a god, she can share her husband's power like Hera did? This shouldn't be the case. There is no such precedent in Japanese mythology..."

"Your Excellency the Priest, Your Excellency the Priest!"

Suddenly, the priest felt someone patted his shoulder hard. He came to his senses and turned around to look.

Colonel Basa was seen standing next to him, smiling and holding out his hand.

"I'm so sorry, I was just daydreaming!" The priest apologized quickly. He knew Colonel Bassa's status as the representative of America in Japan, and the other party was so patient in waiting for him, which really gave him enough face.

Colonel Basa shook his hand and laughed heartily.

"Your Excellency the Priest, there is no need for this. I have always admired your country's Shintoism. You are a person who serves the gods, so why should a layman like me apologize?"

As he spoke, Colonel Basa bowed slightly to show his respect to the priest.

Although the priest realized that the reason why Colonel Basa showed his willingness to pay a high price for horse bones was more because he attached great importance to the appearance of the gods.

Behind respect, fear may be the more real emotion.

But even so.

When the priest caught the sincere respect on the other's face and thought of Colonel Basa's status, an indescribable sense of satisfaction arose spontaneously.

[Does this count as a bonus? ]

"..."

Seeing that the two were in a harmonious atmosphere, Minister Miki stepped forward at the right time, inserted himself between the two, shook hands enthusiastically and introduced them.

"Needless to say, Colonel Basa is a senior advisor to our Extraordinary Countermeasures Bureau, and his command ability is obvious to all."

"And this one," Minister Miki turned to the priest, "is the priest of Meiji Shrine!"

After hearing this, Colonel Basa looked a little puzzled and asked in confusion.

"By the way, why do you call him 'priest'?"

The priest looked a little embarrassed, then he slowly opened his mouth and took the initiative to explain: "Let me explain..."

"Actually, my real name is Shinkan. Since my name is pronounced similarly to "Shinnkann", it would be a bit awkward to call me Shinkann..."

"So for convenience, everyone calls me the priest."

Colonel Basa seemed to suddenly understand something, and then he humbly asked the priest for advice.

"I see. Also, regarding the battle just now, please continue to analyze it for us!"

The priest smiled slightly when he met a familiar field, glanced at Minister Miki with a complicated look, and then continued.

"Regarding the appearance of the god, and..." He pointed to the screen, which showed a girl lying on the ground, "If I'm not mistaken, this should be the 'descent of the gods' in Shintoism."

"The descent of the gods can entrust the power of the gods to the shrine maidens." The priest explained, "Generally speaking, there are two types of shrine maidens."

"One is an ordinary shrine maiden, who is responsible for serving the gods on weekdays, and the other is a shrine maiden of extremely high status, who is specifically responsible for receiving and conveying the will of the gods and ensuring that it is implemented."

Having said this, the priest deliberately paused, looked around, saw the expectant eyes of the people around him, and then slowly spoke.

"This kind of shrine maiden has a special name in Shintoism."

"wish!"

"If I'm not mistaken, that girl should be the 'Zhu' associated with the purple-haired god!"

"That's why the gods can descend upon the girl so smoothly."

Thinking of this, the priest's eyes lit up, and he reacted quickly and spoke.

"If that's true, then as long as we find out the location of the shrine that the girl belongs to, the identity of the god will be revealed!"

Upon hearing this, Minister Miki suddenly realized what was going on and quickly instructed his assistant: "Quick, investigate immediately!"

On the other side, the priest gently folded the fan in his hand, his eyes revealing a hint of complexity.

"Besides that, when you saw the energy giant form used by Ryoumen Sukuna, did you feel a sense of familiarity?"

When Minister Miki heard this, his eyes suddenly widened, as if he had realized something.

"You mean... the mysterious man in the organization who uses fire?"

"Yes, if I remember correctly, he also has the ability to transform flames into fire giants." The priest murmured, "Considering that Ryoumen Sukuna was able to use this power after possessing the vajra, is there a possibility..."

"That mysterious man could also be a god?" Minister Miki took over the conversation, but his tone was full of disbelief.

"This idea is indeed bold." The priest narrowed his eyes and said, "But it is never wrong to make bold guesses and carefully verify them. Of course, I also hope that my guess is wrong."

"At least for now, the most important thing is..." Before the priest finished speaking, the eyes of the three people had simultaneously turned to the towering pillar on the screen.

"The next task is to study the imperial pillar!"

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"Your Excellency, the President, the White House is calling. Please answer the call!"

A tall, middle-aged man respectfully handed the communicator in his hand to the man with a slightly high hairline in front of him.

After the secretary left, the man picked up the phone, and as expected, the other party's voice came.

"Master Ji An!"

"It seems your country has encountered some minor incidents recently, which has caused some minor fluctuations in the international community!"

Listening to the familiar voice on the phone, the man responded calmly with a normal expression.

"Mr. Joseph, that's true. We still need your help in economic matters."

"..."

"I'm talking about Izumo City!"

【Sure enough! 】

Faced with the other party's direct questioning, the man's expression remained unchanged and he could only respond.

"The incident in Izumo City is truly heartbreaking. Our country will do its utmost to ensure the safety of our citizens, handle the aftermath of the disaster, and further..."

"You know that's not what I want to hear," the other party interrupted him. "Since you are so vague, I will speak directly. Before this, the European side has already communicated with me."

"The reconstruction of Izumo City urgently needs huge financial support. In the spirit of international humanitarianism, I sincerely hope that your country will not reject the 'help' from the international community in the coming period!"

"It is a blessing for us to receive recognition and generous help from the international community!"

Although the man said this, there was no emotion on his face. Only the veins on his arm, which was tightly holding the phone, were faintly visible, revealing his inner excitement.

"pat"

The call is completed.

There was a crackling sound of objects breaking in the house, followed by the man's angry roar.

"Assholes! What do those guys think we are? Are we rice cakes that they want to knead at will?"

"Everything in Izumo City is a precious legacy left to us by the gods of our country! Now, everyone is jumping out to take advantage of it? What a jerk!"

"Ding Ding Ding!"

The phone rang again, interrupting the man's scolding. His anger disappeared instantly, replaced by a smile.

"Hi hi hi hi!"

"Yes, Sir Joseph!"

"I understand. No problem!"

"Please rest assured that our country will 'proactively' ask the international community for necessary assistance in the construction of Izumo City!!!"

"Clap!"

"asshole!"

"These vampires!"

(End of this chapter)