Urban Immortality: I Raised a Female Prime Minister in Tokyo

Chapter 275 The Saint is Just a Tool
Fang Zuo pinched Momoki Kanonai's chin.

"Finally I'm out. I've been hiding long enough."

[Momoki Kanonai] struggled violently, trying to break free from Fang Zuo's restraints.

The power of incense is boiling all over the body.

As if responding to her call.

A huge holy light came rapidly from the distant space.

Cross the distance.

It appeared above her head, cutting through space.

Like a searchlight beam, it enveloped [Momoki Kanonai]

Drink it down in one gulp.

Fang Zuo was somewhat interested in this way of energy transfer, so he loosened his hand and let go of [Momoki Xiangzhina].

Looking forward to her performance.

Under the continuous infusion of holy light, pink energy fluctuations appeared behind her, illuminating the entire bedroom.

Her hair gradually turned white and her long hair gradually became shorter.

Two different colored eyes, one green and one purple.

The peach-red lips also become oily and plump.

There was a flash of light on his body, and the black ceremonial robe covered his entire body.

Looking at Fang Zuo coldly.

"Heretic!!" The black patterned gauntlet on Momoki Kanonai's little hand emitted a smoke that materialized into energy.

She grabbed the katana at an angle, and the hem of her black ceremonial robe fluttered slowly.

The infusion of holy light gave her unlimited confidence.

She slashed with her knife suddenly.

Fang Zuo was too lazy to talk to her, and the endless spiritual pressure once again bound [Momoki Kanonai].

Ignore the look of disbelief on her face.

He saw another huge holy light breaking through the space and pouring over from afar, but was intercepted by Fang Zuo's big hand.

Feel the energy composition inside.

White light flickered and jumped in his hands.

It's nothing more than the essence of incense power wrapped in a deceptive shell to deceive believers.

but.

How to achieve such precise energy transmission.

These religions indeed have many things that Taoism cannot understand.

The infusion of spiritual power has been done before, and initiation is also a common thing in Taoism.

However, the Taoist sect is absolutely unable to achieve this kind of infusion of precise coordinates across time and space.

At least it is something that I cannot do at my current level.

"It seems that I didn't hit you lightly last time. The fact that you dare to use a knife means you are not afraid yet." Fang Zuo said with a smile as he looked at [Momoki Kanonai] who was tied up again.

Hear the word 'pump'.

[Momoki Kanonai] Fear was revealed on her cold and solemn little face as she recalled the feeling of being beaten to death and having her soul shattered that day.

Although she couldn't move her body, the samurai sword in her hand slashed quickly, creating a small crack in the space.

Various scenes were reflected in the small opening in the space, and a small world of incense appeared before her.

"Running away again?" Fang Zuo sneered, "I don't have time to play these chasing games with you today."

The divine consciousness crushed past.

Instantly smooth out the spatial fluctuations in this small world.

With a squeeze of his big hand, the pure white holy light in his hand was also shattered.

Inhaled into the flesh.

The few lines on the clay sculpture added by Acala absorbed the essence of the incense power that was transmitted and intercepted by Fang Zuo, and it was like a dry field being irrigated by spring water, sprouting new vitality.

Fang Zuo tied up Momoki Kanonai's limbs again.

"Let's discuss it?" Fang Zuo pinched Momoki Kanonai's little face and looked at her expression as she glared at him.

"Return this body to her, and I'll let you return to your little world." Fang Zuo said, "How's that? A very fair deal."

"You're lying. If I did that, you'd strangle me to death in an instant." [Momoki Kanono] struggled again, then gave up and said, "You didn't say whether to let me go alive or dead."

"I didn't expect you to be so smart." Fang Zuo smiled and said, "Then I can promise you now that I will let you go back alive."

"It's useless." [Momoki Kanonai] said, seeing the man's expression suddenly turn cold: "It's not that I disagree, you have also seen our souls intertwined."

"They are intertwined and inseparable. If you kill me, you will kill her." Momoki Kanonai said with a sneer.

"So." Fang Zuo frowned.

"Why don't you let me go, which is equivalent to letting her go. The body is still hers. I will naturally replace her after I complete the task." said [Momoki Kanonai].

"No need, I have a way to get you to replace her now." Fang Zuo said.

He ripped off her black ceremonial dress.

Revealing the soft and plump buttocks.

"What are you going to do!!" [Momoki Kanona] screamed loudly.

"Why are you screaming? It's not like you haven't experienced this before." Fang Zuo picked up the engraved katana she had thrown on the ground, smiled and walked closer, holding the hilt: "Of course I have a way to wake her up. Have you forgotten last time?"

He grabbed her katana and slammed the blade hard on [Momoki Kanono]'s buttocks.

'Snap.

[Momoki Kanona] screamed miserably, the immense pain made her lie on the edge of the bed in a cold sweat.

"Does it look familiar?" Fang Zuo looked at a red blade mark across the two snow-white buttocks.

Even the patterns engraved on the body were imprinted on the skin of the buttocks.

"No, I can't. This is her body. If you hurt me, she won't feel good either." [Momoki Kanona] raised her head and watched the samurai sword approaching again, shaking her head in fear.

"That's not right, she will like it very much, and you too," Fang Zuo said with a smile.

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North America.

Inside the headquarters of the Protestant Cathedral.

Archbishop Martin Luther held the golden scepter in both hands, sat in the chair and stared closely at the fluctuations in the data on the screen.

After the religious transnational conference ended, the subsequent matters were naturally handed over to the coordination of national forces.

The era of the integration of politics and religion is long gone.

The influence of religion is ultimately limited within a red line.

The clergy kept looking at several screens and reporting the data.

"The chip inside the Saint's body has been activated."

"The energy fluctuations within the Saint's body are normal."

"The Holy Light Anchor Point within the Saint's body is sending out a demand signal."

"The Saint's true soul has awakened, and the signal from the Holy Light Anchor Point has increased."

"The Holy Light Anchor of Heaven responded."

"The holy light of heaven descended at 30°00′ north latitude and 120°35′ east longitude."

"It is confirmed that this is the location of the Saint in central Tokyo."

Archbishop Martin Luther nodded after listening to the report and ordered, "Connect the Saint's communicator. I want to speak with her."

"Yes."

After a long busy signal, someone finally answered the phone.

The voice of [Momoki Kanonai] came from the audio of "Your Majesty the Great Religionist".

"Your Excellency, are you okay?" Archbishop Martin Luther frowned.

"No...it's alright, um...um." Momoki Kanonai whispered in the audio, "Not long ago, I eliminated a...um...apostate heretic, Frey Velik. The Holy Light in me is a little depleted."

"Frey Verric? The once powerful Hand of Light?" Archbishop Martin Luther exclaimed in delight. "After betraying Protestantism, this fellow murdered over a dozen of our Disciple Knights and fled for decades, apparently hiding in Tokyo, Japan."

"As expected of Her Excellency the Saint, if this [Hand of Holy Light] didn't have the Saint, I'm afraid only the Holy Spirit could descend to earth and kill him."

"Your Excellency, it's no wonder we haven't been able to locate your Holy Light Anchor Signal. It turns out you fought a fierce battle with him." Archbishop Martin Luther gently tapped the marble floor with his golden scepter. "How long will it take to recover? We need you to eliminate a Japanese woman named Abe Nojaku, one of the targets marked in the oracle."

"Well, it will take some time." The voice on the other end of the line gradually became weaker and intermittent.

"Your Excellency, if necessary, please request the Holy Light Anchor Point in Heaven for an infusion of Holy Light." Archbishop Martin Luther frowned and said, "I hear you're not feeling well."

"Yeah, I see. Ugh!"

"Then I will not disturb Her Excellency the Saint's recuperation." Archbishop Martin Luther finished speaking.

Toot toot.
The other party has hung up.

Archbishop Martin Luther looked at the black screen and slowly closed his eyes.

After thinking for a moment, he paced back and forth in the cathedral.

"Is there any problem with the saint's data?" asked Archbishop Martin Luther.

"There is no problem, Your Majesty, the fluctuations are very normal." The clergyman replied: "Your Majesty, there are some abnormalities now."

"Speak!" Archbishop Martin Luther said in a deep voice.

"The Holy Light Anchor Point of Heaven is continuously transmitting Holy Light energy, almost without stopping."

"Are the location coordinates correct?"

"It's normal. It's the same coordinates as before. They're all located at Tokyo Women's College in the center of Tokyo. However, with such a large amount of Holy Light energy being transmitted, the Saint's body should have been saturated long ago." The clergyman observed the still motionless curve and said, "It's still in a weakened state."

"Is the injury really that serious?" Archbishop Martin Luther took a deep breath and paced back and forth.

He knew the strength of the Hand of Holy Light, and he had even suffered losses at his hands.

If the Saint was able to kill him, then the current physical weakness is very reasonable.

but.

I always feel like something is wrong.

Archbishop Martin Luther suddenly opened his eyes.

He reached out and grabbed a nun wearing only a black robe and a white headscarf, and pressed her down on the long white dining table.

The buttocks are towering.

Sweep away the fine silverware from the table.

"Your Majesty. Ah." The nun screamed.

Hearing this familiar voice, Archbishop Martin Luther took a deep breath, retracted the golden scepter, and let go of the nun on the table.

"Is the Holy Light Anchor still transmitting energy?"

"It has stopped, Your Majesty. The signal from the Holy Light Anchor Point in Heaven is very weak. It should be that the Holy Light Anchor Point in Heaven is beginning to fail." The clergyman whispered.

Even he found it hard to believe. It was the first time in all these years that he saw the holy light of heaven fade away.

"Pay close attention to all movements of Her Excellency the Saint. If the Holy Light Anchor Signal of the Saint's True Soul continues to have no response, report it immediately." Archbishop Martin Luther turned and walked into the depths of the church.

Went through the long stone wall corridor.

Walk through a well-tended garden.

Finally kneeling before a huge statue of Christ.

Close your eyes and pray devoutly.

"Lord, your servant listens to your teachings."

A straight cylindrical holy light descended from the sky and shone in front of the statue of Christ.

A ball of blue flame appeared faintly in the holy light.

It has no fixed shape, but simply emits energy fluctuations.

"The holy light anchor point of heaven has failed. What happened? Why is so much holy light energy needed?" The blue flame made strange sounds.

After entering the mind of Archbishop Martin Luther, it became American English.

"Your Excellency the Arbitrator, something may have happened to the Saint," Archbishop Martin Luther said. "The details are still unclear. I suspect the body is beginning to resist the main consciousness."

"Impossible! This is the most perfect body ever created in this experiment. With the current civilization here, it's simply impossible to decode the programmed consciousness." Lan Guangyan said, "Unless there's external energy interference, causing a deviation in the data."

"These are just my guesses. We will observe closely and then draw the final conclusion." Archbishop Martin Luther said with his head down.

"Then what is your purpose in requesting an audience?"

"Your Excellency the Arbitrator, the situation in Tokyo is somewhat complicated. With the Japanese woman mentioned in the oracle and the Messiah's parasite, our current strength is severely insufficient. If anything were to happen to the body, I beg the Lord to send a Holy Spirit down."

"Is that all? The Messiah is very important. It would be best if we could seize her. If not, then we should completely destroy her. I will report what you said."

"Praise the Lord, the eternal Lord, the almighty Lord." Archbishop Martin Luther prostrated himself deeply.

In the dormitory of Tokyo Women's University.

Fang Zuo watched [Momoki Kanonai] under him hang up the phone, and the reward made her scream again.

Waves of holy light poured through the space.

The woman was sweating profusely and was terrified.

These were intercepted one by one by Fang Zuo.

Fang Zuo happily absorbed these waves of holy light, and the Dao patterns of Asura and Acala in his body swallowed these energies.

The holy light of heaven is really obedient.

Fang Zuo ignored the woman's struggle and seemed lost in thought.

Unfortunately, the holy light that was infused through space gradually began to fade, from being pure to mottled, and finally it was no longer transmitted.

Momoki Kanona was unconscious on the bed, her white hair began to fade, and her short hair began to grow longer.

The coldness and pain on the little face gradually disappeared.

Turned into a satisfied look.

After Sakura Kurumi finished the multinational government meeting.

He opened the door, walked out of the car, and returned to the police communications vehicle.

"Director, all teachers, students, and nearby residents have left the area. No abnormalities have been detected so far."

"We are the same. The other exits have also passed inspection one by one, and there are no abnormalities."

The three section chiefs reported in unison.

"Thank you for your hard work, everyone. Let's pack up now." Yingkong Kurumi nodded.

"Yes." The three section chiefs responded and went out.

The phone rings.

Sakura Kurumi looked at the incoming call.

Home Minister Hiroshi Kojima called.

"I'm truly sorry to bother you so late at night. What do you think of this matter, Sakura Kurumi?" Interior Minister Hiroshi Kojima said seriously, "Do you have any opinion on the handling of Messiah discussed in the meeting just now?"

"It's alright, Minister of the Interior. I'm still attending to official business." Yingkong Kurumi smiled. "As for your opinions, honestly, it's hard for me to understand. It's not just me. From what I saw in the meeting rooms of various countries just now, no one understands."

Yingkong Kurumi sighed and continued, "To say that they don't understand might not be accurate. The real truth is that no one believes it at all."

"And not believing it is normal. With the current level of science and military power, how could these countries possibly believe in something like a doomsday catastrophe? I'm afraid even Washington, the EU, and Moscow—these three religious governments—don't believe it. And Mr. Kojima Hiroshi, do you believe it?"

Home Minister Hiroshi Kojima hesitated slightly, but finally shook his head with a wry smile.

"So, if even we don't believe it, how can they?" Sakura Kurumi said as she sorted her things in the car. She gestured to the driver to start the car and continued, "From the expressions of those government officials and how the specific measures were discussed in the meeting just now, it's clear that no one believes it at all."

"It's just a perfunctory response to religious demands, just a show for these religious giants to see."

"These government officials would rather believe that World War III is about to begin, or that the world will be destroyed by a nuclear explosion, than believe in the so-called Messiah's coming to destroy the world."

Interior Minister Yu Kojima nodded. "If you look at the expressions of those government officials, you'll see. They almost laughed."

"That's understandable. After all, even if Jesus stood before them, it would only take a round of particle pulses for them to deal with. At worst, it would only take a few missiles loaded with particle stimulators. Even if that still doesn't work, a nuclear bomb would be enough to end it all." Sakura Kurumi sneered.

"As for the so-called Messiah? In their minds, how many anti-land missiles can the Messiah withstand? The so-called nurturer is nothing but alarmist talk."

"Although every country has a history of floods, we can't say that it was caused by the Messiah, the Judge. As for the creatures that the Messiah, the Nurturer, will raise to replace humans, even these religions don't know what they are."

"Can they withstand a few bullets, or even a volley of AK47 fire? Can they build powerful weapons? If not, how can they replace humans?"

"These are the true thoughts of the people from various countries just now. Therefore, all their suggestions just now are nothing more than one. They hope that the relevant departments of the Japanese government will pay attention to it. That's all."

"I believe that after this meeting, they won't even care how we do it because it's too far away."

"Only Protestants, Catholics, and Eastern Orthodox Christians still deeply believe in this kind of thing. They are just trying to cope with these religions."

"I understand. Everything is under your control, Sakura Sora Kurumi." Interior Minister Kojima Yu took off his glasses and rubbed his brow tiredly. "You should have retired long ago at your age. You were woken up by something as trivial as the end of the world. Nothing is more important to me than sleep."

"Good night, Mr. Home Minister." Sakura Kurumi said with a smile.

"You should go to bed early too, Sakura Sora Kurumi. Your dedication to your work is evident to all, but you can't joke with your health," said Interior Minister Hiroyuki Kojima. "Tokyo's long-term peace and stability depends on you."

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8 am.

There are only a few people working in the Tokyo Supreme Public Prosecutors Office building.

After all, normal working hours are 9 o'clock.

Hojo Sakuna, wearing a gray suit and a white shirt, was flipping through the case files.

She took a sip of her coffee and found it was empty.

This was her fifth cup of coffee all night.

She stretched, stood up, and casually did a few yoga moves.

Under the gray uniform skirt, a pair of plump and beautiful legs are wrapped in flesh-colored stockings.

I looked at the time and found that it was only 8 o'clock, so no one should come to work.

Sit down again and put your beautiful legs on the table.

Close your eyes and take a nap for a while.

Because I was too tired, I ignored the sound of high heels hitting the floor.

suddenly.

A slightly sharp object scraped across the soles of her feet wrapped in flesh-colored stockings.

She suddenly opened her eyes, as if she had been electrocuted, and her legs clamped together.

The center of the sole of her foot is one of her most sensitive areas.

"It's you!!" Hojo Sakura quickly pulled back her legs and put them back under the table.

The little face, slightly flushed, looked up at the person who came.

Sure enough, she was the only one who knew her sensitive areas.

Miura Masami smiled triumphantly, almost out of breath.

She finally stopped, her face flushed, like a young girl in love.

She had her hair tied up, wore earrings, and wore a crimson sweater.

The tight shorts were tightly wrapped around the thighs.

Beneath a stretch of snow-white thigh skin is the wide elastic band of black lace stockings.

Masami Miura sat down on the desk next to Sakuna Hojo, crossing her beautiful legs wrapped in black stockings.

Her feet wiggled up and down as she rocked her black high heels comfortably.

The black stockings are stretched by the white instep, making the color of the stockings change from light to dark.

"How about it? You didn't expect it to be me, did you?" Masami Miura pushed her glasses and looked at Hojo Sakurana with one hand on the table.

A few strands of hair fell down, making her look a little charming.

"Justice Miura Masami, this isn't a courthouse. You've come to the wrong place." Hojo Sakura snorted coldly, "Also, please get off the table. Aren't you afraid someone might see you acting so dissolutely and damage the reputation of your prestigious Miura family?"

"Who would come at this hour?" Miura Masami sneered, crossing her legs again. "Only a workaholic like you would work overtime day and night. You're pulling all-nighters, right? This is already your fourth all-nighter this month."

"How do you know?" Hojo Sakura straightened her brows under her white shirt and frowned, "Are you asking about me?"

"Do I need to ask specifically?" Miura Masami said disdainfully. "These prosecutors come to my house to visit the elders, and eight out of ten of the gossip they tell is about you. What's wrong? Is your waist aching again?"

After saying this, Masami Miura stretched out her legs and nudged Hojo Sakura's waist with her toes wrapped in stockings.

"Don't move." Hojo Sakurano dodged the tip of the black stockings and frowned, "If you have something to say, say it. If not, leave. I don't have time to entertain you."

"Why are you hiding? I've always given you massages like this." Miura Masami snorted unhappily, "Can't I just come and see you if I have nothing to do?"

"Miura Masami, I've known you for a long time. For a woman like you, nothing is more important than your family's reputation. Secondly, your utilitarianism is more important, and finally, your vanity." Hojo Sakura sneered, "Don't play the emotional card with me again. If you have something to say, just say it. Otherwise, I'll have the guards ask you to leave. A Chief Justice of the Tokyo Supreme Court being escorted out of the Supervisory Office by guards, I don't think you would like to see that."

"Sakura Kurumi!" Miura Masami said, "I came here for her business."

(End of this chapter)