Tokyo Gods Only Want Beautiful Priestesses

The option of escaping was blocked. Even if he reached the very front, Ogasawara Shibahei would only choose to gamble on whether he could break through the barrage and cut off the opponent's head, or save himself and leave.

Chapter 298 Indians

America, an Indian reservation.

This country rose rapidly from barbarism a few hundred years ago and has now become an international hegemon.

Beneath this throne of absolute dominance lies a foundation built from countless corpses.

They slaughtered the native inhabitants of this continent under the guise of barbarity and evil, seized their land and resources, and established this country on that basis.

Of course, we have more or less entered a stage of civilized society, so it is still a bit excessive to exterminate an entire race.

So afterwards, they allocated several reservations for these indigenous people, allowing these Native Americans who had survived the massacre to retain a place to live.

Of course, this area is not exactly a beautiful place with lush mountains, clear waters, and vast plains.

Impoverished mountains and harsh waters, desolation and backwardness are the true descriptions of this place.

A massive convoy drove past the roadside, kicking up clouds of yellow dust.

From time to time, people with yellowish-black skin would emerge from those low-rise bungalows that seemed to still be stuck in the last century.

Tescatlipoca, the Smoke Mirror, the Constant Wind, the First Sun... He has no number of names, nor any number of forms.

"Yes, yes, yes, kill a little bit first, it'll cause bloodshed, then how can no one believe what you say?"

“Teacher, he’s about to get on the bus. After all, we hate white people, and it would be bad if you were to handle the student.”

"Even though we live in modern concrete buildings, drive cars, and use guns, it still doesn't change the fact that we are still indigenous at heart."

Surrounding the mountain city, the warriors descended directly from the hills, wielding guns adorned with bone ornaments, and leaped up, calling out the name of Teskatlipok in a rare and ancient indigenous language.

Today, that once ancient and dilapidated city-state is also celebrating a rare day of joy.

Amidst the doubts of several people, Mansur, covered in white paint, wearing an obsidian mask, and with an obsidian mirror hanging from his chest, hurriedly made his appearance.

“Under that Indian Reservation, there live approximately seven million Native Americans. Although we have entered civilized society to a certain extent, we are still feudal at heart.”

This is a xenophobic place. The history of massacres and past discrimination have filled them with hostility toward people outside their own race.

The celebrating crowd initially didn't take it seriously, after all, the other party's attire was not much different from their own, but when we pulled the trigger and the bullet mercilessly shot down the crowd, they let out terrified screams.

The entire square was packed to the brim, and with no threat of death looming over us, we could only desperately try to squeeze out.

Below the low platform of the square, these minor chiefs had already been brought under control. Some remained calm and composed, while others looked terrified and angry, demanding an explanation from those people.

In the center of the square, various sculptures with bizarre styles were erected, and the festival platform was lowered and made smaller, with dark white murals sprayed on the bottom.

Our questions will not be answered, and the inside agents are all keeping their eyes down, not saying a word.

The soldiers then stopped dispersing the crowd and gathered towards the central square, even if they were already at the central station, they still gathered around the perimeter.

The streets and low places are for easy access to what follows.

Mansour continued his sermons with great enthusiasm.

Cong Cheng'er strolled leisurely toward the central square, casually raising his gun and shooting down some of those who tried to resist.

In the city, the convoy stopped, and a group of people with yellow and white skin jumped out. We were dressed like the native warriors and were given guns that had been modified to suit local customs.

When confronted with such questions, all we received in response was an unbroken tooth and the words, "The smoke glasses are watching from outside."

kill!

“You haven’t convinced a few of the minor chiefs yet. Today happens to be the day of our reservation’s festival celebration, which will be attended by hundreds of thousands of Indians. It’s the perfect time for you to make your move.”

They looked at the convoy passing by with caution, suspicion, and hostility.

We are using God's name to commit these heinous acts of slaughter. What exactly are we trying to achieve?!

Joyful dances and folk music filled the city, and colorful feathers and tribal symbols hung on the city walls.

Now, let's end this charlatan stuff.

The mountain town was built on hills and constructed of red clay and bricks, making it ancient and dilapidated.

Chaos, bloodshed, battle, death, conflict—this is the style of the god Tescatlipok, whose name Mansur has stolen.

While we were talking, our convoy soon arrived at our destination.

"Mansour, are you sure your plan is feasible? To get these ignorant, backward, and feudal Indians to accept the faith you're spreading?"

“Under that reservation, what laws do we abide by, and what do we obey? We obey government officials, tribal chiefs, and tribal rules.”

As long as today passes, everyone in the family says that the matter will naturally disappear.

All of this naturally came to Friedrich's attention.

Once on the vehicle, Cong Cheng'er simply made a hand gesture, and the soldiers who hadn't boarded understood what I meant.

The Native Americans on this land had a higher level of influence, making it easier for us to accept some of their religions. It was quite easy to have doubts.

Only a thick wall of people in front of us can give us a sense of security.

Mansur also changed his clothes, and before applying a thick layer of white paint to his face, he grinned at Freudewish.

Cong Cheng'er is Latino, while my skin is not much different from those Native Americans; at least I am the white people we hate the most.

Do we think that's Mexico? Are we just some nobody who's going to fight against the government and the military?

As native Indigenous people, we find it difficult to recognize who those sculptures and paintings depict.

I could roughly guess that the way to persuade some of the chiefs was naturally to eliminate the others.

Their bizarre and insane behavior filled the chiefs with fear and rage.

Before long, the entire mountain town was gathered together. How would a group of special people, armed with only a few weapons, deal with those strange warriors wielding submachine guns?

Mansour whistled loudly.

Without an inside accomplice, we had virtually no power to resist before the initial differential shooting created fear.

But what has changed is the fact that He is an evil god, not a god who is friendly to mankind.

"Of course, teacher, I have to give you a lot of credit. Although you are indeed like Danny and us when it comes to doing research, you are the best at talking, aren't you?"

Cult? Or terrorists? What are we supposed to do?

Chapter 299 Falsifying History

The intense sunlight shone on everyone's faces.

The pigment applied to the face reacted violently with the skin under the high temperature and sun, causing a burning and stinging sensation.

The entire mountain town was completely silent, because those who had made a sound were already lying in pools of blood.

Feeling a deep fear of these strangely dressed, unidentified thugs, the crowd chose a quiet, almost oppressive silence.

Even though there were no sound equipment, everyone could clearly hear the footsteps of the approaching person, along with the sounds of things colliding.

On the high platform, Mansur, dressed as a priest, slowly walked out.

Through interrogating the junior Onmyoji in Yingzhou, Friedrich and his companions have mastered the application of some simple spells.

Of course, without any mysterious talent, they relied on controlling some minor Onmyoji to do it.

Their strength isn't much, but it's enough for them to play tricks.

Mansur stood on the platform, arms outstretched, and called out a name in the indigenous language he had just learned.

What about Atelier Pokaka? There are no gods in that world.

As if anticipating something, we struggled desperately, but only received heavy blows.

"What are they trying to do? You bunch of lunatics? You've done nothing wrong."

Our voices were faithfully transmitted throughout the entire mountain town, as Xia Daier gestured with the obsidian sword in her hand.

The chiefs, who were also seated on the high platform, looked on with surprise and uncertainty.

"Yes! No! You are..."

"And what have they gained? Foolish people! They've been condemned as barbaric and violent, with bloody massacres and repressions. Quetzal Sullscat is trustworthy!"

“God will be angry with them because of the foolishness of their ancestors, so be worried.”

Their bizarre behavior and cult-like style only exacerbated the fear among the crowd.

On the day of the reed, when Quetzalcoatl promised to return, Cortés, a white-skinned colonist from Spain, retreated into Tenochtitlan, the then-Aztec capital.

In mythology, the feathered serpent god Quetzalcoatl is an incarnation of a white-skinned woman who promised to return when she left the land.

But what was bad was good; one of the most dramatic coincidences in history occurred.

"Because of anger! Because of their ignorance, I felt anger!"

"Tescatlipoca!"

White-skinned demons wielded whips and used demonic weapons that produced thunderous roars to destroy the former inhabitants of that small landmass.

And our omnipotent god, the lowest god Atellipokaka, has abandoned his protection of us because of our foolishness and faith.

The obscure ancient language I uttered was unfamiliar even to many chieftains.

The faces of several chiefs, which were covered in colorful paint, turned white as well. We knew what it was, of course, and immediately began to struggle violently.

"Break my hands and feet, then put me down on the stone platform."

But as I chanted, the originally scorching sun became even brighter, and the white clouds pressed in, so there was hardly any sense of the world losing its color.

As he shouted, all the armed soldiers raised their hands and chanted his name in unison, the blazing sun gradually subsiding.

dim.

Erkel's tone was slightly relieved, but my actions did not seem dangerous at all.

However, disaster struck.

"Foolish, greedy, and mad humans, whisper His name! Everlasting Wind of Destiny! Creator of mankind! Lord of warriors! Almighty God!"

"The sun, which departed because of their folly, the ever-changing Lord, will once again bless them!"

If not, where was Almighty God when we were being massacred by white people, when our land was being occupied, and when we were on the verge of extermination?