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After Tsukuyomi burned incense and bathed, he changed into sacrificial clothes. He picked up the ceremonial sword that originally belonged to his brother Susanoo, and then walked step by step through the deep and silent corridor under the guidance of the maid holding a lantern, and finally arrived at the shrine. The hall of Naizanami clay sculptures.

A woman dressed like a geisha knelt steadily on the steps, with a sword lying across her knees and a spear standing on the shelf behind her.

Tsukuyomi looked at the woman with whitened face and low eyebrows. He knew that she was the ugly girl of Huangquan. She was a member of a huge army that Izanami had formed since she ruled Huangquan. People believe that the uglier the life, the longer it will live, and the closer to perfection, the shorter the life. In ancient times, whenever there was a wedding or funeral, the man would always accept another ugly woman while marrying a beautiful wife. It was superstition that made them believe that this would make the marriage happy and extend their life.

In the final analysis, those ugly women were used as sacrifices and curses to absorb all misfortune. They will never find happiness, they will always be accompanied by pain. It was the endless pain that changed them, making them a true curse in the dark and corrupt hatred.

In this way, the ugly girls of the underworld were born. They put on triangular masks to hide their ugly true bodies. They live in the underworld, bringing hatred and pain to all living people who have gone astray, and torturing and killing those living people. Find some solace in it. But that is only temporary, and they will never be satisfied, because the pain is boundless, because no one is willing to purify the curse they bear, because prejudice will always exist, and because ugliness will always be discriminated against.

The ugly girl from Huangquan in front of her is Yui. She was brought back from the battlefield by Kagutsuchi of Fire, but it was not with good intentions. Kagutsuchi of Fire treats Yui as a toy, cruelly abusing and toying with her, but he still needs to make the ugly girl of Huangquan obey him. This is a rule and an unbreakable bond.

Now, Kagutsuchi of Fire is dead. But Yue did not gain freedom, because she could not gain any freedom except death, and she is now in Huangquan. She belongs here, belongs to the windowless house, and belongs to Izanami. She will not die, and she will serve Izanami forever. Chanami.

Tsukuyomi looked at Yu, and then climbed up the stairs step by step. He knew that Yu's beautiful face was disguised under the invisible triangle mask. Her true body was a monster that looked like a combination of spider and scorpion. That was the reason why she became the underworld. The curse when she was an ugly girl was a gift from Izanami, which was a symbol of the immortal curse.

"Sir." Yue's voice was extremely gentle, but it was just an illusion, a method of paralyzing the prey and then killing it.

Tsukuyomi nodded, and he handed the sword to Huang Quan Chou Nu. Yui will be Tsukuyomi's guardian, and she will do everything in her power to ensure that no one disturbs her during the long process of the ceremony.

Tsukuyomi lifted the hem of his clothes slightly, and then kneeled down under Izanami's clay sculpture dignifiedly and gracefully.

A maid lit an incense stick.

"Mother." Tsukuyomi raised his head. He looked at Izanami's lifeless clay face with a melancholy expression. "We, do we really want to fight Michael? Will he really come? A windowless house? And abide by the rules here? You know that even the new god Darkseid ignores our..."

"Michael will surely come..." Izanami's voice came out from the dark hollow of the clay sculpture's mouth, "This will be his tomb..."

"But... that is tantamount to going against the City of Silver!" Tsukuyomi was still worried. He had never been a warrior, he was just a poet and an artist. He just wanted to know more about the world, and he just wanted to know more knowledge. .

Conspiracy and war are the duties of Susanoo and Kagutsuchi of Fire.

The sound of chains suddenly sounded, and a gap opened in the masonry in the center of the hall. A cage slowly rose. A thin man in a gray tattered robe was nailed to the cross inside. His legs seemed to have been broken. It was dried blood, chains locked his hands and feet, and long nails engraved with special runes nailed the man's hands to the cross.

There was a large area of ​​dried blood on the man's back, as if he had suffered some kind of horrific punishment, or something had been cut off.

"You're crazy, Izanami." The man raised his head, his thin face under the hood was full of resentment and anger, and he stared at Izanami with two cold eyes that had never been erased.

Tsukuyomi's body swayed a bit, and the ugly girl from Huangquan supported the weak young master.

That was Raguel, the angel of vengeance, Raguel who had his wings cut off.

"I can imprison you... I can also imprison Michael... You are not truly invincible... As long as I can find your weaknesses..." Izanami said quietly, "As long as you are here In my domain...you are the lambs to be slaughtered..."

"That artificial intelligence... that blasphemous idiot! He gave you information, and he conspired with the ghost to drag me into the underworld, away from the glory of God!" Raguel, the avenging angel, said angrily, "And you took advantage of it. Enter! A god actually associates with mortals! And ignores the absolute authority of God's law! You have violated God's wrath! God's punishment will surely come!"

Tsukuyomi was sweating, and he was almost scared to death.

"Where is the punishment? Your wings are on the ghost... James Gordon's soul is also in my control... The nightmare has weakened him... The ghost is over the host's soul... And he has your power ...Your shadow...he ordered the angels...the armies of the City of Silver to be used by me..." Izanami said hollowly and conceitedly, "When I get the Genesis in Michael's body...I will have The power that creates all things...I will define all order and rules..."

Tsukuyomi was shocked. He now finally knew that his mother Izanami would not be attached to Odin or Darkseid at all. She would use them again. What she wanted was the power to control her own destiny.

With the inexplicable courage that suddenly emerged from his heart, Tsukuyomi raised his head firmly. He knew that the success or failure now was related to the return of his two brothers from nothingness, and also related to their glory.

Tsukuyomi stretched out his hand to the maid on the side, and the judgment hammer of Raguel, the angel of vengeance, was gently placed in Tsukuyomi's hand.

"Remember...Tsukuyomi...this will be a long ceremony...I want you to be very alert...can't interrupt...can't be afraid...can't shrink back..." The finger of the clay sculpture of Izanami pointed. Tsukuyomi, a feather floated out of the black mist at the fingertips.

Tsukuyomi took it in his hand respectfully.

At this time, Huangquan Ugly Girl took off her kimono, and she became twisted and terrifying. Her body suddenly swelled, and she grew sharp claws and insect legs, as well as thick mane, and the tip of a long tail full of tumors, and the scorpion was black and sharp.

Tsukuyomi also stood up. He watched the cage continue to rise and move under the pull of the chains. He looked at the pale and thin face of Raguel, the angel of revenge, and his bony chest.

"Hate is endless, like a curse, but also a gift." Raguel stared at Tsukuyomi and said, "It is more like a spiral, you will see it, Tsukuyomi, you and Izanami will see it. . And I am the wrath of God. What ignites me will also burn yourselves! Everything will begin, and everything will end when you are wiped out!"

Tsukuyomi raised his head, he was still scared, but he couldn't look back, he understood every word Raguel said, he understood it too well, because he was a poet.

But now, he is no longer.

Tsukuyomi raised the judgment mace in his hand, looked directly at Raguel's chest, and then smashed it down.

Blood splattered everywhere, and above the main hall, it was like a bell buzzing.