I have an unlimited number of shikigami

Yin Xie Na Mei gave a cold laugh.

"Boom!"

Thunderclouds roared across the sky.

Eight black thunder dragons, each a hundred meters long, roared menacingly.

"The Eight Thunder Gods of Underworld!"

Kasahara Fukaeri, sitting on the deck, looked more solemn than ever before.

Omikami is undoubtedly the strongest god in the world, but the Mother Goddess is also an invincible being. In addition, there are eight thunder gods derived from the Mother Goddess's origin. Even Omikami wouldn't dare say that he could stop them on his own.

The storm continued to howl.

Eight thunder dragons stared menacingly at the cruise ship, their saliva dripping onto the sea surface as if it were a torrential downpour.

"That's..." Kawashima Miki sensed the aura of one of the Thors, her eyes wide with disbelief, "Fuka Eri, that's a divine messenger, the organization's divine messenger..."

Kasahara Fukaeri's face darkened.

No wonder she couldn't find any information related to the organization; it turns out it's the influence of the Underworld Kingdom...

Yin Xie Na Mei slightly raised her eyes, her raging gaze coldly fixed on Amaterasu.

“Mou—”

Then, chanting of Buddhist hymns began again.

The sky was covered by another dark cloud, and everyone looked up.

Above the dark clouds, a black demon with a ferocious face looked down upon all living beings.

A buzzing sound went through everyone's minds.

Under the gaze of the enormous demon, everyone was like a candle flame in the wind, ready to be extinguished at any moment.

The deep sea mourns endlessly.

Between humans, demons, thunder, and the sea, the Great God who rules over heaven and earth stands proudly between them.

"Woo~"

A thunder dragon roared and swooped down.

Amaterasu waved her hand.

As his black hair flew wildly, golden light collided with the thunder dragon.

A violent explosion suddenly swept across the entire sea surface.

The world was bathed in a blinding white light, and everyone who witnessed this scene felt a shiver run through their body.

The cruise ship was shaking violently, and even the barrier set up by the two chairmen could sense the explosion.

The candlelight flickered, and Fujiwara Izaya raised his head, gazing at the sea: "Who is stronger, the Great Goddess or the Mother Goddess?"

Mrs. Hoshimi, dressed in white, stared blankly at the sea.

"So powerful..." she murmured. "Himeko and I, working together, could barely hold our own against a Thunder God. Ōmikami killed a Thunder God with just a wave of her hand. I wonder if Rinko will ever be that strong..."

“There will be a chance.” Fujiwara Izaya turned around and looked at Miko’s mother, whose face was illuminated by the light. “After going to Takamagahara, Rinko can also live forever. With her talent and the accumulation of time, it will definitely not be a problem for her to dominate Takamagahara.”

Mrs. Hoshimi gave him a deep look, and after a moment nodded: "Please take good care of her."

“Don’t say it like a deathbed message,” Fujiwara Izaya held her cool hand. “Why don’t you come with us to Takamagahara? It’s not like you won’t have a chance to continue taking care of her.”

Mrs. Hoshimi blushed slightly, her eyes gleaming softly.

She looked at Fujiwara Izaya's handsome yet utterly detestable smiling face, her chest heaving slightly, and scolded him playfully, "Why are you always thinking such wicked things..."

Fujiwara Rin chuckled dismissively and lay back down, resting his head on her lap.

"Mmm, so comfortable..." He squinted contentedly, "Supreme perk..."

"Oh, Miko, you're so indecisive!" Mrs. Kasahara teased, putting her hand on her best friend's shoulder. "You should use your divine power to blast him away at a time like this, shouldn't you, darling?"

Mrs. Hoshimi pouted and lowered her head in embarrassment.

“Himeko’s mother, if you can’t even do it yourself, don’t expect Miko to do it,” Fujiwara Izaya sighed.

"Oh, what is it?" Mrs. Kasahara glared at him, then laughed. "But with Miko's submissive attitude, as long as you're a little fierce, she'll definitely listen to you obediently."

“Who’s being fierce knows it in their heart,” Fujiwara Izaya mocked.

“Miko is the fiercest one here, isn’t she?” Mrs. Kasahara lifted his chin with her fingertips, forcing him to say something against his will.

Fujiwara Izaya remained silent.

Although he was tough and not an honest person, he wasn't stupid—Miss Miko was looking at him with gentle eyes, and if he dared to say that Miko was the fiercest, she would definitely become the fiercest one.

The explosions on the sea subsided briefly.

The second and third Thunder Dragons swooped down in a suicidal upward descent.

it is good!

Very Showa era.

Amaterasu was just a casual snapshot.

Amidst the dazzling golden light, the Thunder Dragon was defeated, and cheers erupted from the deck.

“As expected of the Great God,” Mrs. Kasahara said, a bewitching smile on her face. “However, I’m not so easy to deal with. Izaya, you’d better behave from now on.”

"Everyone seems like fish in the ocean," Fujiwara Izaya changed the subject.

Mrs. Kasahara continued, "From now on, I'll be in charge of the household, understand?"

Fujiwara Izaya turned his head to look at her.

At this moment, the Chairperson's shrine maiden attire was disheveled, revealing large expanses of snow-white skin beneath the sleeves. She sat sideways on the tatami mat, her hips slightly parted, revealing glimpses of her long, slender legs. Having just engaged in some playful roughhousing, her skin was glistening with sweat, and her voluptuous figure, illuminated by the dim lamplight, appeared even more alluring.

Sensing his inappropriate gaze, Mrs. Kasahara tugged at her hem to cover her thighs and scolded with slight annoyance, "Where are you looking?"

Fujiwara Izaya smiled and said, "Himeko-neechan is so beautiful."

"Really?" Mrs. Kasahara asked with a beaming smile.

"fake."

"court death!"

"real!"

"You're smart to know what's good for you." Mrs. Kasahara patted her chest and lay down.

What will you name the child?

"The girl's name is Kasahara Erina, and the boy's name is... well, whatever the boy is, Ichiro, Jiro, Sanjiro, or Shiro."

"You're being too perfunctory!"

Mrs. Kasahara looked at her with an innocent expression: "What business is it of yours what I, Mrs. Kasahara, have with my child?"

"Really?" Fujiwara Izaya pounced on her mischievously.

“Your mother, Miko, is watching,” Mrs. Kasahara said with a blush on her face.

"I almost forgot!"

Fujiwara Izaya realized what was happening and looked up.

Sure enough, Miko's mother was looking down at the scumbag who was enjoying her lap pillow while laughing and joking with his best friend.

"Please continue, Fujiwara-kun," Mrs. Kasahara said cheerfully.

"Next time, let's watch the fight first."

Fujiwara Izaya gave a perfunctory refusal.

"No~" Mrs. Kasahara bit her lip, her eyes so gentle they seemed to be overflowing with tears, "It's rare that there are no outsiders to disturb us now, Himeko wants to play now."

You want a hammer?!

Fujiwara Izaya wanted nothing more than to punch her.

Madam, please remember your place and show some restraint.

Mrs. Kasahara smiled, watching his Adam's apple bob, a hint of smugness in her eyes. Looking at Hoshimi Miko's frosty face, she felt even more pleased. In terms of attraction to Fujiwara Izaya, Kasahara Himeko was far superior to her best friend.

Fujiwara Izaya suppressed his pounding heart and did not pounce directly on the peerless Kasahara Himeko.

After calming down, he admired her stunning beauty with an expression devoid of any worldly desires: "This female benefactor, you may seduce me as you please, but I will accept defeat if you make even the slightest move."

"Alright, alright," Mrs. Kasahara said, feeling rather bored, and loosened her leg. "I'll let you off this time. Once we get to Takamagahara, I'll make up for what you owe in one go."

"Hmph, let's see who gets what!" Fujiwara Izaya slapped her ambiguous pink thigh.

Mrs. Kasahara immediately giggled and murmured softly.

"You're disgusting!" Mrs. Hoshimi said with a look of utter disgust.

Mrs. Kasahara immediately reached out and scratched her waist.

"Ouch, it tickles! Himeko, let go..."

The two sisters were playfully fighting, and Fujiwara Rinya stepped back a little, propping his chin up and watching with wide eyes.

Amidst the playful tussle and tearing, the two chairpersons' graceful waists, slender legs... countless beautiful sights made it impossible for him to look away.

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On the sea, Amaterasu still stands alone in the air.

Golden crown and sundial, magnificent attire.

She was beautiful, had a noble air, and possessed an unparalleled elegance.

With a flick of her wrist, she unleashed a burst of golden light, sending the two thunder dragons flying backward with mournful cries. Their jet-black scales crumbled like shattered lacquer, leaving them covered in blood.

"Mmm—"

Dark clouds rolled in from the sky.

A huge, black demon slammed its palm down.

It felt as if an endless mountain was pressing down on us from above; when we looked up, the entire sky seemed to be covered by the hands of evil spirits.