Xingyue, is Xiaokai also considered Kai?

Therefore, it is not difficult to see that the builder himself did this on purpose for some reason.

"..."

In the center of the main hall, John Dee stood motionless like a stone pillar, with a painting placed before him in a smiling pose.

In the darkness, an old man with wide, white eyes grabs the child's body with both hands and begins to devour him, starting from his head—the image of the God of Agriculture devouring his child.

Saturnus was a god in Roman mythology, and was known as Cronus in Greek mythology. Because he received a prophecy that he would be killed by his own children, Cronus ate his five children one by one out of fear.

The same thing happened in Japan. Izanami, the goddess who created the nation and the earth mother, died from burns in her birth canal caused by giving birth to Kagutsuchi, the god of fire. Not long after Kagutsuchi committed the act of matricide, he was beheaded by his own father, Izanagi, with the Totsuki sword and lost his life.

From the blood and bones of the deceased Kagutsuchi god, many deities were born, forming a part of the Japanese pantheon.

If it is a case of fratricide, then the first murder mentioned in the Old Testament, "Cain killed Abel," is also very representative. The same is true for Romulus and Remus in Roman mythology. Set in Egypt killed his brother Osiris. The fratricide between Arjuna and Karna in Indian mythology can also be included.

"The God of Agriculture Devouring His Child..."

Cleopatra smiled sweetly, her eyes half-open. "That suits you quite well."

Dee, smiling, glanced at her coldly.

“Utsumi has already met Euclid. If nothing unexpected happens, Amanominaka should make a move... And Tiamat, the Mesopotamian creator goddess. Even with the precedent of the Australian creator goddess Rainbow Serpent, we still need to be vigilant until she is fully revealed.”

"What about that Novia? Didn't you say even your simulations couldn't predict it?"

"It must be the obstruction of a saint, but in the end, they are just living humans, insignificant."

"Oh my, oh my, as a believer you even want to harm a saint? And you even said I survived by luck..."

"There are so many saints in the church, but not all of them are worthy of my respect. They don't have the qualifications or the ability; at best, they're just a bunch of imposters."

Dee smiled splendidly throughout, "Besides, compared to an insignificant saint, a prophet can only be a prophet."

After Dee finished speaking, she let out a breath.

In that instant, the image of Elijah in front of him seemed to ripple, flickering with tiny flashes of lightning, which then quickly disappeared.

"Speaking of which, hasn't that great Onmyoji always wanted to devour a massive number of spirit origins to strengthen himself? Although it's like asking a tiger for its skin, letting him go is probably the best option right now, isn't it?"

Dee nodded in agreement with Cleopatra's words and began reciting the Japanese incantation.

“The breath of God is my breath, and my breath is the breath of God. If you blow with the breath of God, then impurity will not be present, nor will it remain. Ah, pure, pure.”

……

"Aren't you somewhat itching to try?"

In the commercial district of Tokyo, known for its strong international atmosphere and having once been home to many foreign embassies, a two-meter-tall man with yin-yang hair dressed as an onmyoji stood at the highest point of the area. After hearing the incantation "Ana Seiki," he clicked his tongue.

Those were words of astonishing precision and technique, belonging to the category of cleansing from defilement.

How filthy!

In other words, did that alchemist define that incredibly powerful alien deity as corrupt?

Alas, her posture was like that of the mother of all living beings; her voice was like that of the mother of gods.

Therefore, this is precisely the perfect opportunity to tear the god apart, devour him, and transform him into one's own flesh and blood—

Ashiya Dōman, an Onmyoji who, theoretically, could only appear as a Caster while the burning of human reason was still ongoing, manifested as an Alterego.

"Congratulations! Congratulations! ... Please enjoy this reading!"

Ashiya Doman's handsome face curved into a slight smile. He then silently raised his hands, and a faint, almost imperceptible magical power left his hands, rising into the sky above Tokyo, the underworld buried by the sea, at a speed exceeding the speed of sound.

"Let the curtain of darkness fall, for the sun will be reborn here! Raging waves, raging torrents, evil spirits of the Left Palace!"

Suddenly, the tranquil light, like the stillness of a lake, seeped into the darkness, shooting in a straight line from the open black sun onto an inconspicuous hotel.

The remaining AI protective shield of Tokyo, the underworld, is roaring uncontrollably. Once the shield's energy is depleted, Tokyo will be completely swallowed by the sea and never see the light of day again.

At the same moment, John Dee also began the highest level of splitting and tearing technique held by Atlas alchemists to deduce and simulate how Tiamat would retaliate in the inn. He instantly calculated eighty-two possible scenarios.

Is that so?

Is that right?

And you say it's—?

With each of John Dee's deductions, Tiamat's subsequent counterattacks would change.

Sometimes they display the mighty power of a supreme god, sometimes they are as weak as the red serpent of Australia, sometimes they use the unrevealed power of dragons to fight against them with all their might, sometimes everyone survives, sometimes there are casualties, and sometimes Euclid's assistance appears...

however.

To Dee's surprise, Novia looked up.

"Looks like I arrived first? Looks like I have a target now."

A fearless smile graced his lips, and in that instant, the dark sun scattered uncontrollably across the sky, as did the malevolent magic.

Followed by.

"Brahma and the demon king are free and at ease. They have removed their decline and brought them peace. All other enemies have been destroyed."

The silent chant that had flowed from Novia's lips early on, carrying a powerful momentum, swept across the ruins of Tokyo, the underworld.

Enough to split the sea and tear the sky apart, an undisputed echo of death—

"Hoohoo...oh!"

Ashiya Dōman had done his research beforehand and knew what kind of god it was.

The question is, which aspect of Tiamat is this? The information passed down about the existence of gods is extremely rich. Whether it is a transformation of a certain event or an elevation to godhood due to human faith, it is the result of historical accumulation and therefore has various aspects.

But, but, this momentum can't be wrong! Tiamat actually has Indian origins?!

"Hehe, this humble monk has been deceived, but it's alright, this humble monk still has an invincible trump card!"

The great secrets of immortal arts taught by the Taoist immortals of Vulture Peak in India—if I can fully unleash that power now, I should be able to escape in one fell swoop. It is precisely because the burden is so heavy that I have been avoiding connection. But things have come to this point... I can only activate the pseudo-thought keyprints.

Ashiya Michimitsu was thinking.

"Gah?!"

Startup failed!?

In the next instant, the Onmyoji shattered like a withered leaf, turning into pulverized black dust along with his spirit origin.

And... is the great mystery of the Dharma Immortal backfiring on this humble monk?! How could this be! Isn't he a Buddhist?! How could he be assisting Hinduism? This, this shouldn't be! You are mortal enemies...

According to the Tale of Abe no Seimei, there was an excellent sorcerer named Ashiya Doman in Inan District, Harima Province. His ancestor, the village head of Ashiya, Seita, was a wise man who learned many skills from the hermit Hodo. Seita wrote down all the knowledge he learned from Hodo in books and passed it on to his descendants.

In Vulture Peak, India, there is a celestial garden where five hundred people who practiced the Vajra Mani Dharma became Vidyadharas. Their supernatural powers allowed them to travel to the ten directions of the Buddha-lands in an instant and return to their original place. They also had immeasurable lifespans and frequently guided and taught humans and celestial beings. The Dharma Immortal was one of them.

Vulture Peak is a sacred Buddhist mountain, also known as Ling Mountain, where the enlightened one preached the Dharma again and compiled the Buddhist canon during his lifetime. Even Kavia was present at that time.

Ashiya Dōman then appropriated the books and knowledge left behind by Seita, impersonating him as his disciple. He took the character "Dō" from the name of Hōdō Senjin and named himself "Dōman".

In other words, Ashiya Dōman did not understand the rules of Mount Ryūjū.

If the Immortal of the Law and the Way knew that Dao Man dared to do such a thing, he would probably be so angry that he would faint.

However, there was no way to keep Ashiya Dōman from suffering the 'backlash'. Everything about the Onmyoji seemed to be a lie, and the black dust merged into the ruins of Tokyo, the underworld.

Did Chapter 523 say thank you?

"Let's go check out the shopping district today."

After Novia said those words, everyone except Chitose, who had to continue handing over with Tokyo's night watchman John, headed to the area closest to the flattened Tokyo Tower—a commercial district that used to house embassies of many countries.

Apart from the occasional low trees, the rest of the road was an endless plain with large oval-shaped black ruins everywhere. Occasionally, something resembling the top of a building would protrude from the black ruins. Eri was already used to this kind of boring scenery, but for some reason she missed it.

According to the information she received from Night Watchman John, the management site of the spirit veins in Tokyo is located in this so-called business district, but it wasn't specified where exactly, only that it was a shrine... Everyone knows that, after all, the management site of the spirit veins in Akihabara is the local Yushima Tenmangu Shrine.

The four of them walked together on the undulating path leading to the temple.

If this were Shinjuku or Akihabara, the streets would usually be full of tourists visiting or worshipping, but this is Tokyo, the underworld, reduced to ruins.

"Eh, Eri Se."

"what's up."

"Why has Tokyo become like this? I remember it being quite crowded and prosperous. You used to sneak out here quite often."

Erise nodded in response to Izanami's most direct feelings.

"...Yes, you're right. That was ten years ago. Tokyo was abandoned ten years ago, but there are still many churches, shrines and temples in other places."

Even though Servants are everywhere in daily life, the faith that has been passed down in people's hearts since ancient times has not been abandoned. On the contrary, because the world is in chaos now, people need the local gods as their spiritual support once again.

Spirits from all walks of life, from ancient times to the present, from East to West, accompany their respective Masters to pay homage to their spiritual anchors... Only in the peaceful city of Mosaic can one witness such a sight.

"...Erise, have you been to any other shrines or anything like that?"

"Yes, actually it wasn't me, but because some guy wanted to go to a church or temple in Akihabara. I used to go there from time to time. The mapo tofu outside Mirokuji Temple is really spicy."

"It's so spicy...Are you really not going to stop, Erise? If this continues, you'll go further and further astray."

The tiny insect that Izanami had transformed into suddenly turned to look at the three people in front of her. Tiamat was being led by the hand, while Rushena stood with his arms crossed.

Novia.

If my dream is true, then he is mine, he is mine, a special class Servant possessed by the Demon King, belonging only to me.

In the dim light of the seabed, Eri's swaying silver hair seemed to radiate a golden torch for a moment.

"You've misunderstood. He and I don't have the kind of relationship you're thinking of."

Did you two have a fight?

"...Huh? We didn't have a fight."

Eri believes she did not lie; the conversation that night when they first met should be called a stern refusal, not an argument.

That's normal, right? Although I accidentally said something a bit harsh, it's perfectly fine to be wary of men who might have ulterior motives, isn't it? Anyway, isn't Tiamat cute? I thought this guy was trying to add some different flair, so I refused. That's all.

"Hmm, you're lying."

Izanami said in a knowing tone, and Eri felt she had nothing to say.

"That's understandable. After all, the people you've been in contact with, Eri, are either exiled or dead, right? In short, there's never a chance to meet them again, and there's never a proper opportunity to have a good conversation with a man. Oh, it's all my fault, Mom."

"Waaah...it's not that exaggerated—"

Eri was taken aback, not by her conversation with Nami, but by the sight before her.

It was a commercial district covered by a dense forest, with ten pointed buildings standing in all directions, swallowed by countless vines. This reminded Erise of what she had seen in school, the imagination of people in the old days about reinforced concrete, the kind of scenery that would change after a mass disappearance of humanity, looking vibrant and exceptionally beautiful.

Whether man-made buildings or natural objects, everything seems to blend into the tallest 'tower' in the shopping district, so that the branches and leaves spread out in the gloomy sky, as if containing shadows and darkness... Rather than Tokyo the underworld, it is more like a wasteland, standing in the ruins of Tokyo swallowed by the sea.

The moment she saw it, Erise was captivated, experiencing a strange sense of familiarity—

This is another country, another world, where I've lived since I was a child.

Now, Utsumi Erise will once again stand at the entrance to that world, about to enter.

Novia suddenly turned around, her gaze falling on the dense forest to her right.

Eri followed his gaze and saw a man with brightly colored, flamboyant hair, carrying a large bag on his shoulder, jump down from a tree.

"A local Tokyo Servant?"

"Probably. The aura isn't strong; it must be quite ordinary."

Nami is right. In Eri's opinion, this male Servant's strength is quite average. He is clearly not the same person who caused the turmoil this morning. After all, as a Shinigami, she thinks she can defeat this one, while the aura from this morning is clearly something she can't overcome.

"Don't even think about dining and dashing!"

Immediately following was a vibrant roar, and the person who spoke took off after the black-haired man. It was a tall female servant, and Eri, as an Akihabara night watchman, would never mistake that heroic face. Although she had grown, her fundamental features remained unchanged.

She is Genkuro Yoshitsune—also known as Ushiwakamaru.

Eri knew him because she had the good fortune to meet a Ushiwakamaru during the Holy Grail War tournament she participated in with the Demon King. However, this person and that person should not be the same. After all, it is normal for the same Servant to become the Servant of different people in the new era. For example, the group of Elizabeths she saw when she left Shinjuku at the age of nine is an example.

But the adult-dressed Ushiwakamaru in front of him was completely different from the armored samurai outfit that Wu Yong wore in the elimination rounds a few years ago. He was wearing a one-piece apron and a headband that looked like a triangular scarf to fix his long black hair. Underneath the apron, he was wearing light clothes that were almost like swimwear. From a certain angle, it looked as if he was naked except for the apron.

The apron had the logo and picture of "Kanda's Best Fried Mantou" printed on the chest, indicating that she came directly from the kitchen area of ​​a fried mantou stall in the shopping district without even changing her clothes.

"I'll give you the money next time! Don't chase after me, you little brat!"

"Damn it, how many years have you been eating and dashing! And don't you dare talk back to me like that! Shin-Kuro!"

Shinkuro was the Lion of Sagami, who was on par with Oda Nobunaga, the Demon King of the Sixth Heaven, Uesugi Kenshin, the Dragon of Echigo, and Takeda Shingen, the Tiger of Kai. Hojo Ujiyasu, who was known as the greatest civil administrator of the Sengoku period, established a system that was later adopted by Tokugawa Ieyasu, who ruled the Kanto region, and continued to be used until the Edo period.

First, he formed a three-way alliance with Imagawa and Takeda, and after defining each other's spheres of influence, he took advantage of the power struggle between Uesugi Kenshin and Takeda Shingen to play the role of an effective balancer, thus securing an invincible position.