novelhk Chapter 21 Tokyo's Tremendous Changes, Two Godly Slayers, The Fastest Domain Expansion in Histo
Chapter 21 Tokyo's Tremendous Changes, Two Godly Slayers, The Fastest Domain Expansion in Histo
An emergency high-level meeting was convened at the Institute of Spellcasting.
Night Moth was dressed in a pure black uniform, and the group of students from the Spellcasting Academy around him were also dressed in uniforms, their expressions becoming extremely serious as they stood ramrod straight.
Opposite him, the representatives from "Kyoto Jujutsu High School" were also unusually quiet, their faces dark with displeasure, their moods heavy.
Even the most eccentric Gojo Satoru knew that.
This time, things have really gotten out of hand.
"Just now, the Prime Minister issued an ultimatum: if we cannot resolve this incident within seven days, they will deploy the Self-Defense Forces."
"In addition, the US has also sent representatives to exert pressure, indicating that it wants to intervene in this major incident in Tokyo. The artillery groups deployed at the military base are already aimed at this place, and they may be fired at any time, just waiting for the order."
"The severity of this situation is more serious than any previous one."
"Five points, please tell us the details."
"Um."
Gojo Satoru strode up to the platform, a rare serious expression on his face, and spoke in an extremely calm tone.
"I've crossed paths with the mastermind behind the Holy Spirit Cult."
His eyes, hidden beneath his blindfold, were calm and still, yet they seemed to contain a turbulent undercurrent, radiating an invisible aura that influenced everyone present.
The result was a draw.
"!!!"
His words immediately stirred up a huge wave of discussion.
All the sorcerers present showed expressions of shock.
Even a woman like Mingming, who would remain calm even if Mount Tai collapsed before her, couldn't help but have a strange look in her eyes and raise her voice a few notches.
"Really? Is there really someone in this world who can fight Gojo Satoru to a draw?"
Her words also reflected the true thoughts of everyone present.
How could there be a person, no, a living being, as strong as that monster, Gojo Satoru?
"That's the truth. It's a life form I've never seen before. A cursed spirit? A human? A cursed object? It doesn't seem to be any of those."
"In its own words, it is the 'Holy Spirit,' an being that is to become God."
Ignoring the reactions of others, Gojo Satoru continued speaking to himself.
"I also bear some responsibility for this incident, and I will do my best to resolve it."
"However, you had better prepare for a great change in the world; the Holy Spirit is serious."
"With its capabilities, once it sets this era apart, it will be something that no Self-Defense Force or military base can erase."
After saying this last sentence, Gojo Satoru put his hands in his pockets and teleported away.
For sorcerers below the top level, worldly firepower still poses a great danger.
However, for beings of the Special Class and above, modern weapons can no longer pose a threat to them.
Even the seemingly weakest Special Grade Spellcaster in the original work, "Tsukumo Yuki," possesses a terrifying spell called "Star Fury," which is practically a bug. It can increase the apparent mass of itself without limit, continuously enhancing density, physical strength, gravity, and so on. In the end, it may even evolve into a miniature black hole.
That Holy Spirit is definitely not something that can be dealt with by the Self-Defense Forces or military bases.
……
A street speech in Tokyo.
The man, a former legislator, had his hair neatly styled and wore pristine white gloves, waving continuously to the crowd around him.
Even though he was old and frail, he still maintained a warm and gentle smile, holding hands and embracing the people without any barriers, as if he were truly a good person who loved the people like his own children.
Nausea.
I feel so nauseous I want to vomit.
In the crowd, a man wearing a mask, carrying a shoulder bag, and dressed in a gray shirt stared intently at the guy standing on the platform with eyes as cold as death.
That man who ruined their whole family.
Beneath his kind smile lies a heart as cold as a demon.
Even if he ruins a thousand or ten thousand families, he can still smile, hold their hands, and talk to them.
Keep it up, the future will definitely be better.
Such a demon.
Thinking of this, the gray-clad man unconsciously tightened his grip on something hidden under his satchel, constantly adjusting his breathing, gradually shortening the distance between him and the demon.
Memories of the past, my mother's voice, echo in my ears like a nightmare.
"My son, as long as you hand over this money, the gods will bless you three siblings with a lifetime of peace and good fortune!"
"My son, look, even the councilor said that the deity truly exists, there's no way he could be wrong, so you can rest assured."
"My son, this is the last time, really the last time. It must be that my heart wasn't sincere enough. It's your mother's fault. Hit your mother, but don't disrespect the gods."
"Son……"
The voice in the man's ear grew fainter and fainter until, finally, it vanished like a dream bubble.
Instead.
The image of my brother committing suicide on the roof beam flashed before my eyes.
I don't know why.
The man in gray seemed to hear him; his brother had come back to life and was smiling at him.
"Consider it for my sake."
"Use the 'spell' on him."
boom! ! !
A gunshot rang out, announcing the arrival of the Avengers.
An invisible surge of magical energy instantly swept across the entire lecture hall.
Time seemed to stand still.
The bodyguards' obstruction, the panicked shouts, the trampling of the crowd, and even the bullet that flew out all became incredibly slow, like a slideshow constantly flashing back, moving through the world.
The man in gray followed the trajectory of the bullet step by step, looking towards its destination.
It didn't work out.
Yes, the bullet he fired with all his might missed its target.
The man who had destroyed countless families yet stood at the pinnacle of power seemed to be blessed by "fate."
Even if he had calculated to this extent, he still couldn't kill him.
Is it...
Is this really the end?
No.
no way!
"Domain Expansion - Second Strike Godslayer".
Centered on the man in gray, a massive surge of magical energy instantly enveloped the entire lecture hall.
A sorcerer's power depends on the beliefs within their mind.
Those with talent can awaken "domain expansion" when their beliefs reach their peak.
In the history of sorcerers, the fastest record for the expansion of a domain is one month and three days.
Even the top sorcerers of the three founding families, after undergoing various training and enlightenment through life-or-death experiences, need a long time to master the complex domains and unleash their power.
but.
Are ordinary people's lives really worse than those of sorcerers?
Those past pains, those entanglements, those memories.
Countless emotions and countless beliefs had already honed the gray-clad man's soul to its peak.
He was just one step away from unleashing that immense power and beginning the most important development in his life.
boom! ! !
Time begins to flow.
The effect of the second divine strike is—
If the first shot misses, the second shot will surely hit.
Even if it's a god, I'll kill it for you.
That man, blessed by fate, who once stood at the pinnacle of power.
At that moment, he was shot in the chest and fell into a pool of blood.
This time.
I won.
The man in gray smiled as his bodyguards pressed him to the ground, his eyes gazing in some unknown direction on the horizon, as if watching someone.
Thank you, Holy Spirit.
If only the god my mother worshipped had been you.