I Am an Emperor in a World of Mixed Anime

"I want to eat Kawasaki Saki."

Upon hearing this, the girl's pretty face flushed, her cheeks rosy, and her clear eyes shimmered with tears. She nudged him gently.

"Stop fooling around, the stove's still on!"

There was no progress.

It's hard to say whether it's because they lack strength or because they didn't use any strength at all.

In short, Saki's mother was hugged like that, gently biting her lower lip as if to resist, and turning her head to look at this man who was always acting like a child, seemingly with some reproach.

Akira Higashino lowered his head and gently kissed the girl's delicate lips.

"You do your thing, I'll do mine."

Then, having no other choice, the girl could only silently turn the fire on the stove to its lowest setting.

She moved a little to the side, gently resting her upper body on the edge of the stove's cutting and preparation area, and slightly tiptoed, silently yielding.

The small kitchen was warm and cozy, and the two of them were busy at work.

Because of Akira Higashino's constant mischief, the girl would often gasp in surprise and then give him a cute, coquettish look.

She meant to get carrots, but mistakenly grabbed a large bacon sausage instead. She was about to accept the mistake, but the sausage had just come out of the microwave and was scalding hot. Kawasaki Saki was so burned that she shuddered and lost her grip, causing the whole sausage to fall into the soup, where it was tightly enveloped by the hot, creamy broth.

Kawasaki Saki felt caught in a dilemma.

If we don't take it out, this sausage is so long, it's really inconvenient to eat.

Take it out. The sausage surface is soaked in the soup, making it shiny and slippery, and it's hard to handle. I tried several times, and every time I just picked it up with chopsticks and it slipped and fell back into the pot, with only a small part left in the pot.

After several attempts, not only did she fail, but a lot of soup splashed out of the pot, splashing onto her and scalding her, causing her to scream in surprise.

With no other option, Kawasaki Saki had to give up and try a different approach: pressing and squeezing the sausage directly in the pot with a spatula, hoping to cut it in half inside the pot.

However, because the spatula's edge was relatively smooth and not a sharp metal spatula, and the sausage was very hard and lubricated by the oily broth, the sausage slipped off several times and she couldn't control it at all. When she finally managed to press it down, she found that it was terribly hard and she couldn't break it with her strength.

Having exhausted all other options, the girl could only puff out her flushed cheeks and cast a pleading look at her boyfriend.

Higashino Akira naturally cooperated, taking the spatula from Kawasaki Saki, taking the initiative, demonstrating to her, and then pressing the sausage along the edge of the pot, sticking it to the bottom of the pot, and squeezing it hard.

In an instant, the pot overflowed with juices. The unique meaty aroma from the smoked sausages mixed with the seafood broth, creating a complex and enticing fragrance that was incredibly tempting.

Akira Higashino and Saki Kawasaki both took a long breath and couldn't help but swallow their saliva slightly, their mouths watering.

After the juices were squeezed out of the sausage, it was no longer as hard as before and had a relatively softening process, which provided a fulcrum for gripping it. It was very easy for Akira Higashino to pick it out of the pot.

Akira Higashino raised an eyebrow smugly at Saki Kawasaki, the domestic whiz.

Then, the girl blushed and gave him a fierce but adorable glare.

"Have a meal!"

"Thank you for your hard work."

At the dinner table, Akira Higashino clasped his hands together, not to thank any deity, but to thank the girl who had worked so hard to prepare the meal for him.

This caused the girl, who was already a little upset, to sigh helplessly once again.

If this guy keeps going like this, she won't be able to get angry at all.

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P.S.: Around 5,000 words, two parts combined, released just before the 1,000-word mark to save you guys some cat biscuits and as a small apology. I still owe 1,500 words from my previous leave of absence.

Chapter 270 There is an old Chinese saying

How long would it take to fight from Tokyo to Kyoto?

Baoyue Night Snacks provided the answer.

Three days! Just three days!

Resources are in unlimited supply, and reinforcements are on their way.

Fight as you go, learn everything by doing, take in those you can tame, and give those that don't submit to your rule to the evil spirits you find along the way to share. Then raise them and select the strongest evil spirit as your graduate.

Because the Supreme God has provided all the support, any alien beings who have the will to submit can quickly be converted into our own forces.

As they advanced, their numbers grew like a snowball, and they amassed more and more formidable warriors.

Wherever their army went, they were invincible.

The morale of all the Yunmeng subordinate gods, whether they were veterans or newcomers, was rising.

Upon arriving in Kyoto, morale had reached its peak.

On the outskirts of Kyoto, after communicating with Ms. Mitsuha, the liaison officer in charge of mobilizing secular forces along the way, Baoyue waved to summon the dozen or so strongest fighters under Yunmeng's command, instructing them on their positions and planning tactics according to the formation.

Then there are graduates specializing in barriers. Although their direct combat strength is somewhat weaker, once they use barrier-type abilities, the suppression of the enemy and the enhancement of their own side are clearly visible.

And she has more than thirty of these kinds of beings on her side!

With a bunch of debuffs applied, even the strongest Tai Sui will be nerfed to a pulp; it would be considered powerful if it could only unleash half of its full strength.

Finally, there were countless regular monsters and evil spirits, as well as some noragami that were recruited along the way.

Under Bao Yue's arrangement, these guys were distributed to various civilian areas as local focal points to stabilize the spiritual field and minimize the impact of the battle on unsuspecting ordinary people.

Midnight, the hour of Zi (11 PM - 1 AM).

"Time is up."

Miyamizu Mitsuha came over to remind her.

Hearing this, Xiao Yexiao nodded, "Then I'll leave this to you."

"rest assured."

Miyamizu Mitsuha picked up the walkie-talkie and gave instructions. Immediately, various accidents occurred on the roads leading to Kyoto, causing traffic jams.

From this moment on, Kyoto is a place where neither one enters nor leaves.

Baoyue and the others followed Mary and the others, walking step by step into the interior of Kyoto. As the bell rang briefly each time, their figures flashed forward frequently.

From a psychic perspective, the instant the road blockade was completed, the entire capital was immediately enveloped by a massive array, followed by a dense array of complex barriers. Vast and violent psychic energy filled the once-great capital, shocking the psychic forces that had enshrined true spirits in about 80% of the more than 1,600 Buddhist temples and nearly 1,000 shrines in the city.

Who's so generous!

What are we supposed to do?

In an instant, Shinto clergy, monks, psychics, and deities were in an uproar, communicating with each other in various ways, and even sending inquiries to the higher-level psychic council, asking what had happened and why they hadn't received any prior warning of such a large-scale operation.

However, before they could even ask for an answer, the answer had already been delivered to their doorstep.

"Submission, or destruction?"

The young girl with purple hair and a strange ahoge (a cowlick-like strand of hair), who looked rather cute despite her odd style, asked a question to the divided spirit of a deity before her.

"What…!"

The other party was furious, but dared not speak out.

Because none of the guys following this little girl are easy to mess with. Although he can usually take on five or six opponents by himself, he can also fight the strongest opponents one-on-one for a long time.

but!

Damn it, there are dozens of them on the other side!

How are you supposed to hit someone with your head?!

Damn it, outsiders just don't know any manners. You can tell from their accents that the person opposite you is a nouveau riche from Tokyo. They have no refinement whatsoever and don't understand etiquette at all!

Bao Yue ignored the other person's frustration and anger, took out an alarm clock from her pocket, turned it around, and put it on the ground.

"You have one minute to consider. If you don't make a decision within one minute, the bell will ring and your head will fall to the ground."

password!

The god opposite him, who was usually dignified and quite well-known in human society, was so angry that he was almost crying.

No, she's already started crying.

"Crying?" Bao Yue Ye Xiao remained unmoved. "Crying counts as time too!"

After all, Kyoto is the territory of the Tai Sui Star Lord, and no one knows how extensive his connections are. During the battle, these gods might lend a hand to the Tai Sui Star Lord and help him.

Facing an entity that can connect with the legendary Onmyoji Abe no Seimei and was invited from the ancient country of China to suppress and counterbalance local spiritual energy forces on its own, one cannot be too cautious!

Therefore, before the war begins, she must eliminate these risks one by one to ensure her side's numerical superiority.

At the same time, seize this opportunity to increase troop numbers!

Eighty is too few.

She wants eight hundred!

The vast majority of the army consists of the divided spirits of gods. There are eight hundred gods, and even if most of them are just small fry with chaotic divine positions and inconsistent powers, and not all of them are good at fighting, when combined with the original experts of Yunmeng to weaken Tai Sui layer by layer, each god can hit Tai Sui Star Lord once and turn his divided spirit into a cake!

Bao Yue Ye Xiao, who had already joined the Yunmeng pantheon, was not blinded by hatred, the glory before her eyes, or her concern for her mother's soul. Instead, she used a more rational attitude to speculate on the turmoil that would follow this incident.

She had a premonition that after this battle, Yunmeng would face a situation where the whole world was against them. After all, their current strength and aggressiveness were too great, posing too much of a threat to other forces, gods, and aliens.

After that, either Yunmeng will subdue the entire country, like Abe no Seimei, and establish new rules for people and outcasts.

Alternatively, they could be besieged by other psionic beings and non-human entities and be completely defeated.

Every opportunity to increase our strength now is not only to deal with Tai Sui Xing Jun, but also to prepare for greater challenges in the future!

After this, and given that Yunmeng was no longer secretly expanding its forces in its home turf of Tokyo, and thus became known and viewed with suspicion by everyone, it could no longer proceed with its gradual expansion, nor would it ever have such a good opportunity to grow its army again.

The Void has grown too fast. Having already devoured the Demon Mother Goddess, it is definitely stronger than before, and I must also accelerate!

Before it's completely too late, snatch back Mom's soul!

"Wait! Hold on! I know you!"

Inside the temple, a monk suddenly remembered something and called out loudly, "You are Ms. Jami's new student. I've heard of you. I know Ms. Jami. We're on the same side!"

Upon hearing this, Bao Yue looked away somewhat awkwardly.

She hasn't admitted to being a teacher or anything like that yet.