foreigner's journey

Chapter 500 Gods
Not only the Tsuruga camouflage, but also those black witches who have gone down the mountain or retreated also looked up at the sky, like a statue of stiff clay sculptures.

Under the Izumo Mountains, the villagers walking home with hoes, the peasant women eager to take back the clothes and sheets to dry, and the children playing outside the yard all raised their heads and looked up at the sky without exception.

Boundless black clouds gathered at the top of Izumo Daisen, forming a huge, constantly circling black cloud vortex.

Whenever the thunder light suddenly appeared, it would reflect an incomparably huge divine figure deep in the clouds!

The shadow of the god is so huge, even bigger than the Izumo mountain.Although its outline can only be vaguely seen by the light of the thunder, whether it is its huge body hidden in the storm, or the majestic posture of wearing a ribbon and holding a divine sword, it all shows the identity of this great god——

The God of Storms, Susanoo!
Tsuruga camouflage raised his head, completely ignoring the violent rain that drenched his whole body, just staring at the huge shadow deep in the clouds, and murmured:

"It turns out...there really is [God]...why..."

She didn't understand why the gods came here, why the gods showed their real bodies, why the gods...

Tsuruga's camouflage suddenly narrowed his eyes, and turned his head to stare at Heather standing in the forest.

At this moment, the posture of Heather holding the long knife was exactly the same as the majestic figure in the clouds.

At the foot of Izumo Daisen, people regardless of the heavy rain, men, women and children, knelt down in the muddy water and kept knocking their foreheads to the ground, crying and repenting their daily sins of disrespecting gods, and begging the God of Storms to show mercy .

Mortals, prostrate at the feet of God, begging for forgiveness.

In the mountains and forests, the black witches knelt down silently, clasped their hands together in front of their foreheads, and they, who were forever silent, were also reciting the eulogy in a low voice at this moment.The sound of chanting one after another echoed among the mountains of Izumo.

Priest, knelt down before the seat of God, and chanted the name of God.

The Tsuruga camouflage looked up at the sky, and the right arm of the looming figure at the end of the clouds was also empty.It seemed to be an illusion. The moment she looked at the god, she also felt that the god in the cloud slowly turned his head and looked at herself.

In just a moment, blood and tears flowed from the corners of the eyes of the Tsuruga camouflage, making the red eyeshadow in the corners of the eyes even more red.

The power of the gods is like the sea.

The descendant of Qiandaoliu walked out of the hiding place slowly, and stood in the clearing in the forest, bathed in the storm.

Heather looked at her with a faint smile on his face.

Clang!She exhaled slowly, and pulled out the Qiandao in her hand, the blade gleamed colder and colder in the rain.

"Up to now, I can no longer tell whether you are a 'Sekiro' or a 'Susano'. I only know that if I, as a priest, wield a sword at God, I will be punished by God."

"So... are you going to surrender?"

Heather held the long knife upside down with one hand, and her strong body stood in the storm, motionless.

The gods deep in the clouds also maintained the same posture, the black cloud vortex stirred rapidly, and the storm became more and more violent.

The Tsuruga camouflage chuckled, raised a thousand swords and pointed at Heather from a distance, with a resolute expression on his face:
"Sekiro, God, I am willing to sacrifice this life, please show the world the power that can destroy the shogunate!"

Regardless of whether the man in front of her is a ronin Sekiro or the god Susanoo, the power to trigger celestial phenomena and storms is not something she, a mortal, can contend with.However, she will follow Heather's will to continue this duel with extreme disparity in strength.

It has nothing to do with the glory of the Thousand Swordsmanship, nothing to do with his own life, and nothing to do with the belonging of the Thousand Swordsman.

At this moment, the Tsuruga camouflage only hoped that the sword light he swung with all his strength could win even a little admiration, maybe those thousand black witches would be able to escape the wrath of God with their lives?

"it is good."

Heather nodded succinctly, and he didn't know if he agreed to the request of Tsuruga camouflage with the "yes" or was admiring the courage of the woman in front of him.

Slap!The scabbard was thrown into the muddy water.

The Tsuruga camouflage gripped the long knife tightly in both hands, put on the most serious posture, and said in a deep voice:
"Santu Shrine Priest, Tsuruga camouflage, see you before God."

Heather pointed the tip of the long knife obliquely at the ground, and opened her left arm as if to welcome her. The meaning was very clear—come on, let me see what you can do.

Boom!The mud and water splashed under the feet of the Tsuruga camouflage, and she turned into a stream of light and ran towards Heather. The thousand knives in her hand followed the trajectory of the wind, and struck Heather with the strongest blow in her life——

"[Thousands of Swords and Thousands of Slashes · Billions of Words Slashed]!"

For a moment, thousands of tiny cut marks appeared in the wind and rain, falling towards Heather overwhelmingly.

"Reciprocity is reciprocal, then I will respond to your expectations and show what is meant by 'the power to destroy the shogunate'."

Heather inserted the knife back into the scabbard at her right waist, held the handle of the knife with her left hand, and lowered her body slightly.

At the end of the cloud layer, the extremely huge divine figure also made the same movement.

"[Harui Cut]..."

Facing the overwhelming fine cut marks, and the Tsuruga camouflage jumping high and slashing at her head, the long knife in Heather's hand suddenly appeared, and endless [Wind] and [Rain] blasted from the scabbard. It turned into an Iai slash that split the sky——

"【Ten Fist Sword】!"

At the foot of Izumo Daisen, a child with a runny nose ignored his parents, relatives and friends who were kowtowing like garlic, looked up at the sky, and shouted in a childish voice:

"The sky has been cut off!"

Under the horrified eyes of the people, the huge Susanoo in the depths of the clouds slashed towards the higher sky in the posture of Iai Slash.

The boundless black cloud was smashed into a huge crack that spread infinitely!

The black clouds frantically rolled back into the cracks, the storm flowed against the current, and the loud roar from the sky surpassed a hundred thousand thunderclaps!

The Storm God wielding a ten-fist sword could split the sky with a slash.

A terrifying gully was cut out of the top of Izumo Mountain, and the cutting momentum spread unabated to the surrounding mountains, and the terrifying cutting scars spread beyond the seven mountains.And this is just the aftermath of the slash to the sky.

For a moment, Tsuruga thought he was dead.

Yes, being struck by such a great slash, there is no one or anything in the world who can resist it.

But the Tsuruga camouflage survived, and he didn't even have any scars from the slash, but his clothes were torn and he fell heavily in the muddy water.

The storm in the sky came and went quickly, as if the black clouds were shattered by that blow, and the gods in the clouds disappeared without a trace at any time, and the bright sunlight was reflected along the extremely huge crack.

A pair of boots stepped between the mud and water, standing not far from the Tsuruga camouflage.

The Tsuruga camouflage crouched in the muddy water, raising its head in a daze.

The place where the sun fell was the battlefield they were on. The forest on the surface was plowed. Heather's strong body turned her back to the sun and slowly stretched out her hand towards herself.

That gesture was exactly the same as that of the God in the Cloud.

Tears flowed from the corners of Tsuruga Camouflage's eyes, he gently held Heather's big hand stretched out to him, and lowered his head deeply.

"I lost."

(End of this chapter)