I became Hokage in Tokyo

Chapters 391 & 392: Beautiful Onmyoji Girl and the Taishan Lord's Festival

"Ptooey, ptooey, ptooey!"

Suddenly, a bald black man emerged from the sand, followed by a reporter who also spewed out of the sand, spitting out a mouthful of sand.

"The sandstorm created by Seth has dissipated! This means the angels have won! Hooray!"

The reporter was overjoyed and shook his companion's shoulders wildly, venting his elation.

"My camera!"

But the black photographer pushed him away and started digging in the sand with his hands.

One by one, more people crawled out of the yellow sand. They were all on the outer perimeter and were not greatly affected.

As the survivors looked at the sky gradually clearing up, they wept with joy and knelt down to thank the Lord for his salvation.

Although the terrifying sandstorm had subsided, the Le Monde reporters and Colonel Bastian and several foreign soldiers did not leave immediately, but instead boldly moved closer to the inside.

The individuals had different thoughts.

Colonel Bastian was ordered by his superiors to ascertain the situation on the ground.

The reporter, driven by his admiration for Jeanne and his fervent faith in God, wanted to ascertain her safety.

The Black photographer, on the other hand, wanted to make a big splash.

However, the Black photographer's camera was buried in some corner of the sand and could not be found for the time being.

Left with no other option, the Black photographer had to pull his phone out of his trouser leg as a substitute.

Their professionalism is truly commendable.

Before them lay a sand crater, seemingly carved out by a meteorite, with a diameter exceeding fifty meters. Although it was on relatively soft sand, the sheer force of the impact still left them speechless.

The bone forest that was originally created using the Dance of Early Ferns has been completely destroyed and leveled, with white bone fragments occasionally visible on the sand.

A figure stood stubbornly and proudly in the center of the sand pit, its upright posture like a willow in the desert.

"Lord Angel!"

The young reporter was overjoyed, and his anxious heart began to pound even harder.

Jeanne has returned to her original form from the second cursed seal state, and her wings have been retracted into the Heavenly Curse Seal.

She was now exhausted, her eyelids were too heavy to open, and her wounds were no longer healing on their own as before; she had clearly reached her limit.

"Now, it's finally over..."

"Oh, what's over?"

Jeanne's expression changed drastically. She turned her head, her eyes wide with disbelief.

Half of an ugly dog's head floated in mid-air, its gaping mouth and grinding teeth emitting a strange laugh.

"What?! That's impossible!"

The reporter was stunned, then exclaimed in surprise:

"His entire body was blown to pieces, even his life charm Anka was destroyed, so how could Seth be resurrected?!"

Countless fragments and pebbles gathered from all directions, forming a dense cloud, first filling half of Set's dog face.

As the dog's head swayed left and right, the part below its neck was visibly repaired by the fragments, and soon the burly and robust jackal-headed god appeared before everyone.

"True immortality."

Jeanne's pupils contracted sharply, and her heart skipped a beat.

She was quite certain that the previous attack had not only shattered Anka's body but also Set's body into dust, yet he was still able to revive.

"Mortals always like to think they're so clever, believing that destroying Anka will send me back to the underworld?"

Seth, his feet firmly planted on the sand, opened his gaping maw and grinned savagely:

"But what resurrected me was not Egyptian magic, but the strange spell of that woman from the other world. Anka was just a trap I deliberately set. What a waste of time."

Seth stretched out his dog paw and ripped his own dog head off, holding it in his hand.

"That's amazing!"

Even with his head severed from his body, Seth's dog-like mouth continued its incessant chatter:

"This dust-like body can revive no matter how severe the injury, and can also expend divine power to its heart's content, but it is too fragile and cannot bear too much power."

Seth lifted his head, then put the needle back into his neck, and slowly adjusted its direction.

"What should I do with you now? Hmm, and a few flies too."

Those at the edge of the sandpit, sensing the danger, were already preparing to slip away.

But Seth beckoned with his finger, and the air surged, a storm engulfing the group and pulling them to the bottom of the pit.

"My angel, please think of something!"

"Wow, I don't want to die!"

The crowd looked at each other in shock, their legs trembling, almost collapsing to the ground.

I'm sorry, I can't save you.

Jeanne sighed softly, a look of apology in her eyes.

She was already at her limit; the cursed seal had squeezed out all the power in her body, and just standing here was already extremely difficult.

Moreover, Jeanne had already used all her strength; even at her peak, she was helpless against this zombie that no matter how much she punched it, it was useless.

Unlimited resurrections are practically cheating; there's absolutely no way to counter them.

However, there is still a chance to retreat.

Jeanne placed her hand on her chest, bit her lip lightly, and blinked repeatedly.

It's just a pity that she couldn't save everyone...

"What's wrong? Are you too scared to speak?"

Seth bared his teeth, his eyes filled with a ferocious, predatory glint, and howled:

"How dare you mock me with Horus? Don't think you'll die so easily!"

Ding.

Just then, a clear and melodious bell sound came from the sky, and everyone, including Seth, couldn't help but look up.

ding ding ding-

A stunningly beautiful woman with a black crown and long sleeves arrived gracefully on the wind.

"Miss Shion, what are you doing here?"

The reporter and the Black photographer looked at each other in disbelief.

Although he had never seen Ms. Ziyuan's face, the reporter recognized her bright, beautiful eyes at first glance.

After the sandstorm, Shion disappeared without a trace, but now she's here...

And judging from Miss Shion's attire and the way she appeared, she's actually a transcendent being?!

"A shrine maiden? No, she's an onmyoji."

Jeanne's gaze sharpened as she looked at the uninvited guest.

The newcomer was a woman with cascading white hair, slightly purple eyes, and dressed in a snow-white hunting robe and a tall eboshi hat—a typical attire for a Japanese Onmyoji.

A small, delicate purple bell dangled from her dress.

Aster?

Could she be the other woman from the mainland that Seth mentioned?

As expected, upon seeing Violet, Seth's expression immediately changed drastically, and he roared:

"A woman from out of town, this is completely different from what was promised!"

"What's the difference? Haven't you already returned to the mortal realm from the underworld?"

Ziyuan raised an eyebrow and chuckled softly.

"But you didn't say that with such a dusty body, not only can a thirsty throat and a hungry stomach not be satisfied, but even strength can only be exerted in such a small way!" Seth said angrily.

"This is also the first time I've used this Yin-Yang technique outside of Japan. There are some differences between the underworld in foreign countries and the underworld in Japan."

The Onmyoji lady didn't seem to care, glanced at Jeanne again, and then said as if nothing was amiss:

"Even if it's just a prototype, according to my calculations, it should be able to unleash one-tenth of your strength from your previous life. How could you not even defeat a transcendent who only reached the Quasi-Shadow realm through secret techniques?"

"Aiming at the target? What aiming at the target?"

Seth was taken aback.

"Tsk, an ancient god who fell before the end of the Age of Gods, not even known to a Kage-level being, really hard to communicate with."

Ziyuan clicked her tongue, her beautiful eyes filled with disdain.

Jeanne pursed her lips, her eyes flashing as she looked at the mysterious Onmyoji named Shion and Seth.

"Shadow-level powerhouse" is a title given after the end of the Age of Gods to powerful, extraordinary beings who can project themselves into the mortal realm; their strength is comparable to that of gods.

It is understandable that Set, who perished during the golden age of the Age of Gods, was completely unaware of what happened afterward.

Jeanne was secretly alarmed. Judging from their conversation, this delicate and powerless young female Onmyoji was subtly in control and was the mastermind behind the resurrection of Set.

What exactly is her purpose?

"If your dust-like body weren't so weak, that woman from the outer lands would have been torn to shreds by now!"

Seth's face was extremely pale, and the breath he exhaled turned into a violent storm, blowing everyone off balance.

"I'm going to twist her head off right now!"

Jeanne managed to steady herself, clutching a black magatama in her hand, which she could crush at any moment.

"Wait, Seth. You cannot kill the Saintess; I am interested in her."

Just when the situation was extremely urgent, Ziyuan said something surprising.

Not only was Seth stunned in his rage, but Jeanne also frowned.

"What are you saying?! How dare you say that Horus mistook me for a woman?! I'll kill her!"

Seth harbored a deep grudge against Jeanne for her previous provocation and remained filled with murderous intent, shouting wildly.

"Don't think you can boss me around just because you resurrected me. If you dare to stop me, I'll kill you too!"

The Onmyoji's pretty face turned cold, and she said:

"Stupid dog, who do you think you're barking at?"

"kill!"

Seth's eyes were already red, and he wouldn't listen to anything.

He suddenly turned his head, opened his mouth and spat out a terrifying divine power that stirred up a huge airflow, and crisscrossing wind blades fiercely cut through it.

It stirred up storms in the sand that could be seen on satellite images, even altering the terrain.

Even Jeanne and the others, who were in the other direction, could feel the astonishing wind pressure, which was so strong it felt like it was going to blow them into the sky.

"You ungrateful wolf cub, I knew you would break the contract after you were resurrected."

The beautiful female Onmyoji appeared above everyone at some unknown time, looking down at Seth with her flowing robes and spotless appearance.

"I happen to be missing a guard dog. Seth, as one of the Nine Pillar Gods, you are qualified to become my shikigami."

Ziyuan formed a hand seal with one hand, chanted an incantation, and then gave a low shout:

"Dust to dust, ashes to ashes. So be it!"

Seth's body shattered instantly, sending sand and gravel flying down, while streaks of white light emerged from the dog's head.

"Damn it! Kill him..."

Seth stretched out his arm towards the aster in the sky with all his might, and then it crumbled from his fingertips, the entire arm falling to the ground and turning into dust.

In the blink of an eye, the collapse had spread throughout his body, and Seth was reduced to a pile of sand.

A beam of white light shot into the sky from within.

Just then, the beautiful female Onmyoji suddenly waved her hand, and the white light was captured in her palm.

Everyone looked closely and saw a white ball of light spinning in Ziyuan's hand, but it couldn't break free from her grasp.

Furthermore, sounds similar to the howls and wind sounds that Seth had made earlier continued to emanate from the sphere of light.

"Is this... Seth's soul?"

Everyone had the same thought without prior arrangement.

The next moment, everyone stared in disbelief, as if they had witnessed something utterly terrifying.

With her slender index finger and thumb, Ziyuan pinched the white ball of light and put it into her cherry-like mouth. She tilted her head back, moved her throat, and swallowed Seth's soul.

"The taste is not bad, but it has a bit of a wild animal smell."

Ziyuan flicked the corner of her mouth with her little finger, revealing a barely satisfactory smile.

"Next, it's time for dessert."

The Onmyoji girl's gaze fell on the Holy Maiden.

The beautiful figure in the sky danced without wind, slowly landing in front of Jeanne and moving forward.

Jeanne's expression was solemn as she gripped the magatama tightly in her palm, as if she could crush it with just a little more force.

"Miss Shion, your beauty is as captivating as ever."

To everyone's surprise, the reporter straightened his wind-blown hair, revealed a sunny and charming smile, and actually took the initiative to greet him.

All the Franks looked strange, their lips twitching.

Although we Franks are known for our romance and passion, and this foreign beauty named Ziyuan is a rare and lovely girl, she has just swallowed the soul of the vicious Storm God whole, and now someone actually dares to approach her.

Colonel Bastian was greatly impressed.

As expected of a true Parisian, his demeanor is beyond the reach of even a lowly beggar of African descent.

"Thump."

Ziyuan glanced over expressionlessly, and the reporter rolled his eyes, foaming at the mouth as he collapsed to the ground, unconscious.

"What did you do to him?"

Jeanne glanced at the reporter lying on the ground, then calmly addressed Shion as she approached.

"I have absolutely no interest in monkeys in heat."

Ziyuan looked at the Saintess and said with a beaming smile:

"Holy Maiden, I am actually a fan of yours. I have heard about your activities around the world over the past few years, and your ideals are truly remarkable. Among the supernatural beings in modern times, only you and the head of the Supernatural Department truly interest me."

"I am truly flattered."

Jeanne replied calmly and confidently, her mind racing.

Although this Onmyoji named Shion looks like a beautiful young girl, judging from her old-fashioned tone, she might actually be an old monster of some great age.

Moreover, his aura was unfathomable, just like that of a 'master'.

Even if she crushed the magatama herself, she wasn't entirely confident she could escape alive. Before she revealed her malice, she could only wait and see, trying to extract more information.

"Miss Shion, you're an Onmyoji, aren't you?"

Unable to contain her curiosity, Jeanne tentatively asked:

"Your resurrection spell for Set..."

"You asked about this? Later generations seem to have called this ritual the Taishan Fujun Sacrifice."

(End of this chapter)