novelraw Chapter 103 : The God-Slaying Operation
Chapter 103 : The God-Slaying Operation
Chapter 103: The God-Slaying Operation
Chen Mo’s words plunged everyone in the conference room into silence.
“I agree to cooperate.”
Tsuchimikado Rin was the first to speak. Her voice was cool and resolute, “If we can’t unite, then everyone here—every single one of you—will die!”
Hattori Heizo nodded in agreement.
“Gang.”
Chen Mo looked at Gang Tianmeng.
Gang Tianmeng was unwilling, but in the end he still sat down.
“Damn it! For the sake of tearing that charlatan apart with my own hands, I’ll endure it for now!”
“And you?”
Chen Mo looked at Abe Qingtian.
Abe Qingtian pondered for a moment, then finally nodded.
“Fine.”
“But my shikigami will only obey my commands.”
“And this young lady?”
Chen Mo looked at Sano Manatsu.
Sano Manatsu drowsily yawned, as if she still hadn’t fully understood what was happening.
She said in a muddled voice, “Oh… mm… alright…”
In the end, everyone’s gaze fell on Sakamoto Ryuji.
“What are you all looking at me for?”
Sakamoto Ryuji spread his hands, a carefree smile on his face.
“I agree to cooperate.”
“Because I’m the one chosen by fate.”
“And fate will never deceive me.”
……
Inside Yun Ge’s apartment.
Yun Ge looked at the few faces on the screen, each with a different expression, and gently set down the coffee cup in his hand.
A strange light flickered in his eyes.
“The Seven Deadly Sins against false holiness.”
“The climax of this game is about to arrive.”
……
Dragon Nation Embassy, underground conference room.
“Since everyone has reached a consensus.”
Chen Mo’s voice was low and forceful, “I’ve formulated a ‘god-slaying plan’.”
Chen Mo spread out a detailed map of the Neon Metropolis on the table and circled the Imperial Palace with a red pen.
“We depart from the embassy, break through the encirclement of the believers, and directly launch a surprise attack on the Imperial Palace.”
“Then, decapitate Asahara Shoko!”
Abe Qingtian asked, “Who will command?”
“I will.”
Chen Mo said in a deep voice, “I was once an elite of the Dragon Nation Transcendent Affairs Administration, with rich combat experience and command capability.”
“Moreover, my 【Judgment of Sin】 ability restrains Asahara Shoko.”
Tsuchimikado Rin nodded, “I agree.”
Hattori Heizo also nodded while holding his blade.
Gang Tianmeng scratched his head, “I’ll listen to you.”
Abe Qingtian pondered for a moment, then ultimately agreed.
“As long as we can kill Asahara Shoko and seize victory, I can temporarily follow your command.”
Sakamoto Ryuji tossed a coin, still wearing that carefree smile.
“Fate cannot be defied. I agree.”
Sano Manatsu drowsily yawned again and nodded along.
“Good!”
Chen Mo’s gaze swept across everyone present, determination flashing in his eyes.
“Then, the plan begins early tomorrow morning!”
……
Early the next morning.
Outside the embassy, the believers’ blockade showed not the slightest sign of loosening.
Tens of thousands of fanatical believers had the embassy completely surrounded.
They held aloft portraits of Asahara Shoko, sang hymns loudly, and stared with fervent eyes.
“Hand over the heretics!”
“Purge the sin!”
“The oracle descends!”
The frenzied shouts crashed against the embassy’s glass like tidal waves, one after another.
However.
Just when the believers thought everything was as usual.
The embassy gates burst open!
“Kill!”
Chen Mo charged out first, dual guns in hand.
“For the truth!”
Tsuchimikado Rin followed closely behind, forming seals with both hands while chanting under her breath.
“Wind Scythe!”
Whoosh——!
Several azure wind blades whistled out, instantly shredding the believers at the front.
Blood and chunks of flesh flew everywhere.
“Hahahahaha!”
Gang Tianmeng let out a wild laugh, his body like a raging bull as he crashed straight into the crowd.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Mortal believers before him were like paper, instantly sent flying, bones shattering.
“Out of my way!”
He threw a punch, smashing a police car that tried to block him into scrap metal.
“Shadow Escape!”
Hattori Heizo’s figure flickered in and out of the crowd. Like a ghost, he moved among the believers.
Every time he appeared, a believer’s throat was slit, collapsing soundlessly.
He was too fast, his movements too bizarre—believers couldn’t even catch his shadow.
“Die!”
Abe Qingtian raised his folding fan high, his gaze icy.
“Inugami! Yuki-onna!”
Roar——!
Inugami let out a thunderous roar, its massive body charging into the crowd, swinging a spiked club and smashing believers into pulp.
Yuki-onna floated in midair as countless ice spikes rained down, freezing believers into ice sculptures.
“Straight ahead!”
Sakamoto Ryuji had a cigarette in his mouth, flipping a coin in his hand, looking utterly nonchalant.
“Damn it! Why is it blocked again!”
He looked at the densely packed believers ahead and complained impatiently.
He suddenly tossed the coin into the air.
“Tails!”
Clink!
The coin fell to the ground—sure enough, tails.
“Then we go this way!”
He pointed at a nearby alley that looked completely blocked. To the believers’ astonishment, there wasn’t a single person inside that alley!
“Heh, luck is part of strength too.”
Sakamoto Ryuji chuckled smugly and charged into the alley first.
“This way!”
Chen Mo shouted, leading everyone to follow closely behind.
……
Outside the embassy, the believers were caught completely off guard by this sudden assault.
The encirclement of tens of thousands was instantly torn apart under the impact of seven transcendents.
Blood, screams, and explosions mixed together, turning the area before the embassy into a living hell.
“Report! The heretics have broken through the defenses!”
“They’re advancing toward the Imperial Palace!”
Prime Minister’s Residence, within Asahara Shoko’s holy hall.
Asahara Shoko sat upon the throne of the Imperial Palace. On the massive screen before him, live footage of the embassy entrance was playing.
He looked at the seven figures on the screen, demonic like Demon Gods, and a trace of amusement flashed in his eyes.
“Interesting.”
“These ants who don’t know their place actually dare to resist.”
“But…”
A cruel smile curled at the corner of his mouth.
“The sacrifices have finally delivered themselves.”
He suddenly stood up, powerful faith energy radiating from his body.
“Holy Crusaders, heed my command!”
“At any cost, stop them!”
“I want them to know how foolish it is to resist a god!”
……
On the Inner Moat Avenue leading to the Imperial Palace, tens of thousands of white-robed “Holy Crusaders” linked arms, forming more than a dozen thick human walls.
Behind the human walls stood the Self-Defense Force armored divisions.
Pitch-black gun barrels pointed at every intersection.
“For the true god! Defend the holy hall to the death!”
Fanatical chants shook the heavens.
At that moment.
Rumble——!!!
A deafening explosion rang out, the ground trembling violently.
A main battle tank weighing fifty tons was actually flung into the air like a toy car.
It tumbled several times midair before crashing heavily into the crowd of believers.
Flesh and blood splattered.
Screams instantly tore through the sound of prayer.
When the smoke and dust dispersed.
Gang Tianmeng stood bare-chested in the middle of the road, dark red steam billowing from his entire body.