PDLP Chapter 226 Takamagahara
Chapter 226 Takamagahara
"waste."
At that moment, the woman's voice rang out again, her tone casual, as if she were talking about a trivial matter.
"When did I give you permission to bargain?"
Abe Shōkichi lay on the ground, trembling all over.
He wanted to say something, but the oppressive aura made it difficult for him to even breathe, let alone speak.
The woman's voice continued:
"Do as I instruct."
"Do not think that I have no one to use without you."
"In this world, there is never a shortage of ants willing to serve me."
After saying this, before Abe Shōkichi could respond, Susanō's head flew back onto the altar.
Close your eyes.
That terrifying pressure also disappeared.
The temple returned to its previous deathly silence.
Only the flame of the eternal lamp was still flickering faintly.
Abe Shōkichi lay on the ground, his whole body soaked in sweat.
He was panting heavily, like a fish thrown ashore.
A long time passed.
He struggled to sit up.
Leaning against a pillar in the temple, I looked up at the roof.
On the roof, blood rained in through a hole smashed by wreckage, landing on his face, feeling cool.
He stared at the hole, his eyes vacant.
Three thousand boys and girls...
every day……
How many boys and girls can be found in the Land of Cherry Blossoms now, all in all?
Those overseas Chinese have been completely exploited.
If we collect locally...
Abe Shōkichi closed his eyes.
He remembered the faces of those children.
Those children who were sacrificed in the ritual.
Their cries still echoed in his ears.
But now, he can't care about that anymore.
The adults have already made it very clear...
If you don't do it, you die.
It wasn't just him who died.
The entire cherry blossom country should die together.
Abe Shōkichi took a deep breath and stood up, leaning against a pillar.
He walked to the temple entrance and pushed open the heavy door.
Outside, the blood rain had lessened considerably.
But those severed limbs and broken pieces continue to fall from the sky.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
One sound after another, and the earth trembled.
His men stood under the eaves not far away, their faces pale and their bodies trembling.
Seeing him come out, they hurried to greet him.
"grown ups!"
Abe Shōkichi looked at them.
Looking at these "people" who, like him, were struggling in despair.
There was a few seconds of silence.
Then he spoke.
His voice was hoarse, but calm.
"Relay my orders."
"Martial law is declared nationwide immediately."
"Shut down all civilian networks and communications, and block all external channels."
The men were stunned.
"My lord..." someone asked hesitantly, "Why...why is this?"
Abe Shokichi did not provide an explanation.
He simply looked at the person, his eyes calm.
"Go and do it."
Just two words.
The subordinate shuddered and quickly lowered his head.
"Hi!"
The men turned and quickly walked out.
Abe Shōkichi stood there, watching their figures disappear into the rain.
Then, he looked up at the huge crack in the sky.
Looking at the blood that was still gushing out.
Looking at the wreckage that was still falling.
He suddenly laughed.
His laughter was cold.
"Three thousand boys and girls..."
he murmured.
"I hope...it was all worth it..."
……
Behind the crack.
Gao Tianyuan.
The former abode of the gods in the land of cherry blossoms, the legendary heavenly realm, has now become a wasteland.
If someone had visited this place a thousand years ago, they would surely not believe their eyes.
Because this place was once so beautiful.
The sky is always clear, as blue as a giant piece of glass, without a single impurity.
Sunlight streamed down from the clouds, warm and gentle, illuminating the earth and bringing life to all things.
The plains are covered with exotic flowers and rare herbs.
A faint, pleasant fragrance always permeates the air.
That was the fragrance of flowers and grass, mixed with the aroma of earth, and the mist from the distant waterfall.
At the edge of the earth stand magnificent palaces.
Those palaces were all made of white jade.
The eaves of the palace are high It is carved with statues of various mythical beasts, which are lifelike.
Cherry blossom trees are planted between the palaces.
Those cherry blossom trees bloom all year round.
Petals drifted in the wind, falling to the ground, onto the railings of the corridor, and onto the shoulders of passing deities.
The entire Takamagahara is like a painting.
A painting created with the most beautiful colors and the finest brushstrokes.
It's so beautiful it's unbelievable.
So beautiful you can't bear to blink.
And now...
This painting has long been torn to shreds.
It was completely torn apart.
The sky is no longer a clear blue.
Instead, it was a chaotic gray.
Like a scorched canvas, its original colors are no longer visible.
The land is no longer the plain filled with exotic flowers and rare herbs.
It cracked.
Huge cracks crisscrossed, their depths unfathomable.
Some of those cracks are hundreds of meters wide, while others are only a few meters narrow.
But regardless of their width, they all exude the same aura...
death!
The edges of the crack were made of broken rocks and charred soil.
Those once beautiful flowers have long since disappeared.
Only some withered roots remained, trembling slightly in the wind, as if making a final struggle.
At the edge of the plain, those palaces built of white jade were all destroyed.
Some collapsed entirely, leaving only a pile of broken jade.
Some broke in the middle, with the upper part missing.
Some of them have surfaces covered with dense cracks, as if they might break at any moment.
Most of the mythical beast statues carved on the eaves are now broken.
The few that survived were also incomplete.
Some were headless, some had broken legs, and some were only half a body.
They stood alone on the ruins, looking particularly desolate.
There were signs of destruction everywhere.
Everywhere there are traces of death.
And those gods who once lived here...
Today, their figures are mostly scattered in various corners of this ruin.
Some lay motionless on the shattered earth, their divine light completely extinguished, leaving only cold shells.
Some were half-buried in the ruins, with only a hand, a foot, or half a face showing.
Some floated above those bottomless ravines, surrounded by a dim light, like candle flames that might be extinguished at any moment.
And some of the gods who are still alive...
To say that we are alive is not entirely accurate.
They were more like... clinging to life.
Some were missing arms, some were missing legs, and some had half their bodies missing, leaving only an eye or a mouth that was still trembling slightly.
Some of the divine bodies were completely shattered, leaving only a faint wisp of divine soul, drifting in the ruins and emitting barely audible mournful cries.
And the blood and debris falling from the cracks...
It belongs to them.
It is their broken divine body, it is their shed divine blood.
The entire Takamagahara is like a giant graveyard.
A cemetery where the gods of cherry blossoms are buried.
Among those cracks, there was one that was the widest, with smooth edges, as if it had been cleaved by a sword!
It stretches from the east side of Takamagahara all the way to the west, and you can't see the end of it.
Its width is over a thousand meters.
Bottomless.
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