Help! I changed the gender of the male protagonist in the yandere game.

Chapter 262 The Crucial Strike
"You rebellious brat!"

The seemingly innocent-looking girl scolded him while pointing a thin stick at the old man's face with her right hand.

This stick is also quite peculiar, looking like a broken branch with several leaves attached to the end.

However, each leaf is a different color, like jade, and has a gold ring on the other side with a small gold bell hanging from it.

This is no ordinary object, but rather a prop similar to a divine artifact, shaped like a shrine maiden's jade bracelet, containing powerful divine energy. The small girl in front of them also emitted some kind of substance from her entire body. Although she was unusually small and gave people an inconspicuous feeling, she was an extremely powerful aggregate.

"Tupujia Meiyi Shenduo Nu Tupujia Meiyi Shen...!"

She gently waved the jade-like string of beads, exuding an air of elegance.

A power resembling a divine punishment technique erupted.

The next second, light.

Cherry-red specks of light fell suddenly, like an untimely rain shower.

An amazing scene unfolded: the rain of light, composed of cherry blossom-colored rays, struck the location on the city wall.

Hundreds of demons there were pierced through on the spot, and the city walls were destroyed—or rather, dissolved by the rain of light.

In just a moment, the city wall had become like a comb with broken teeth.

A rain of light descended from all directions. Mahora, revealing his true form, unleashed the power of divine punishment, sending down cherry-colored light spikes—arrows of light—from the sky. Without exception, all the demons that had invaded the Castle of Mist were struck by these cherry-colored light spikes.

"Wow, that was really dangerous!"

Even though the old man was very close, he was also locked onto by the dense beams of divine punishment.

It was like a torrential downpour, pouring down from the sky—

However, in that instant, he awakened a blue jade.

A burst of blue light erupted.

An extremely rich, deep, yet icy blue.

It cannot be called light; it is like burning flames.

Weng Mian's figure was enveloped in blue flames.

Baoyu generated some kind of power and defended against this terrifying attack.

"What is this……"

Maho Ryo was stunned and muttered to himself, "My divine punishment power can also defend against it. Wait a minute, could this blue flame be the power of the previous head of the Kurohimeyama family...?"

This deity had a remarkably good memory; she frowned and swayed in mid-air—for a mere instant.

Then she remembered.

“I remember… that was the seventh generation of the demon woman, her name should be Kurohime Masako. She could use the Blue Lotus Flame, which is the most powerful purifying flame.”

Ma Fanliang raised his eyes and glared angrily at Weng.

"So that's how it is. All these years you've been hiding in the Black Princess Mountain clan, secretly manipulating them, with this as your plan."

Her anger almost turned into a real storm.

It was an awe-inspiring, immense power, like a giant storm, a flash flood, or the wrath of nature.

That aura could distort the entire world without restraint and easily crush everything. Even an immortal like Weng Mian could sense the extraordinary scale of its power.

The petite deity, resembling a young girl, is like the condensed crystallization of the earth's dragon veins. The power it contains is so great that its transformation into natural and physical phenomena is like wisps of rising heat, becoming a clearly visible "swaying" presence surrounding the person in question.

Oh dear, oh dear, that's really scary.

Weng smiled inwardly.

It's a pity that such an action can't scare me now.

In fact, in Weng Mian's view, the more Ma Fanliang acted this way, the more he appeared to be all bark and no bite.

'If Mahora were truly invincible, she could have simply unleashed divine punishment against an immortal like me; she wouldn't have needed to leave her divine realm at all.'

In fact, the more powerful a deity is, the less easily it can leave the divine realm. Its ability to manifest is based entirely on two reasons:

Firstly, Maho was indeed forced into a desperate situation. Given Kasumi's current state, she couldn't control the situation without taking personal action.

Firstly, her power was dispersed to various places, and the natural suppression of her divinity became looser, allowing her to manifest in this form during times of crisis.

'Of course, even the posture displayed before me is only a fraction of my power, down to one percent, one thousandth…'

Weng calmly calculated.

“Foolish wretch, I have spared your blasphemous acts in the past, but now you dare to invade this place again. What do you rely on? Is it perhaps the evil god Kotancoro Kamui who is instigating you?”

Mahoro's voice contained powerful incantations. The oppressive force of the divine power mixed within it was enough to make one involuntarily kneel down.

however--

"Hahahaha!"

Weng Mian didn't care and instead burst into unrestrained laughter.

"No, no, no, it's not really a cooperation. The evil god Kotancoro Kamui doesn't have such thoughts. Gods are always high above and don't care about mortals like me at all... To put it bluntly, I'm just actively cooperating with its actions. After all, conquering the City of Mist is also beneficial to me now."

"What an arrogant mortal."

Ma Horyo scoffed without hesitation: "Has the passage of time corrupted your soul and driven you completely insane?"

"Is it crazy?"

Weng's face resembled a cat's, revealing an incredibly wicked and gleefully radiant smile.

"Maybe I went mad long before I became an immortal..."

It was a smile that was neither mocking nor self-destructive, but rather filled with an air of madness.

"is it?"

Ma Fanliang remained silent for a moment, then the deity sighed softly: "Then it seems today is the day your madness will be shattered."

"not necessarily."

Weng smiled.

"If you, Mahoro, were still in a state of perfect divinity as before, a nobody like me would have absolutely no chance of confronting a guardian god like you head-on... But how much power do you have left now?"

This guy pointed that out.

"Ever since the evil god Kotankoro Kamui unleashed the Black Dust Calamity, you have continuously expended your power to protect the humans within the Feather Kingdom. Your avatars are scattered throughout the land, generating a vast amount of divinity and divine power."

"Of course, as a land god, a god of production, and a guardian god modeled after a tree, even if you suffer some losses, you can slowly repair yourself by drawing power from the earth. This is one of your trump cards."

"But do you really think that the 'Dark Dust Calamity' was sent down simply to deplete your divine power?"

Weng Mian's words caused Ma Fanliang's expression to change slightly.

"What do you mean?"

"Do not understand?"

Weng stepped forward. "This is a curse."

The woman in pure white snapped her fingers.

"Clap."

In that instant, even Mahoro, the guardian god, felt a chill run down his spine from behind.

A strong gust of wind swept by, and Maho Ryo's expression twitched slightly.

Suddenly, it sounded like someone shouted in my ear.

Mahoro felt the material world shaking and gradually distorting. His heart felt as if it had been turned upside down, and everything was about to be torn apart, but it was too late.

'A curse... Damn it, when did this happen?'

As the local guardian deity, she originally possessed a great advantage: the ability to draw upon the power of the spiritual veins from the earth at any time.

However, she sensed that something was wrong. After Weng Mian snapped his fingers, she felt as if she had stepped into a pit and was unable to move.

"A curse... This is impossible, what kind of curse..."

"What kind of curse can escape my senses? — Right?"

Weng Mian laughed again.

"Is it possible that the so-called Black Dust Disaster was just a smokescreen from the beginning, and the real intention was to plant a curse on you? The numerous suicidal attacks launched against the surrounding areas, and the hidden evil god Kotancoro Kam—all of this was to unleash the power of a curse on the surrounding regions."

He added, "The core of the curse is the surrounding water flow. Kotancoro Kam and I have been using the surrounding water sources to secretly spread the curse."

"Maho, you should still remember the Yomi Eki... The Eki that happened in Kasumi Castle before made someone want to study the transmission mechanism of this Eki and spread it using water sources."

"I also stole her work and used it in this curse setup. Kotancoro Kam and I have not been in a hurry to attack the City of Mist because we need time to allow the curse to seep into the water sources, into the groundwater, and even into the ley lines."

In that instant, Weng Mian summoned another pale purple jade.

The Black Princess Mountain Kudzu Flower was sealed inside the precious jade.

"This woman's power is so useful; she can transform the evil spirit's filth into a curse that can even affect the gods. It's truly a genius idea."

Weng grinned.

Actually, the principle is quite simple. In the Ming Dynasty, there was a geomantic technique called "Feng Shui".

By discerning the feng shui terrain, one can predict good or bad fortune and use the terrain to achieve one's wishes.

Feng shui involves the earth and water veins, that is, the pattern of mountains and rivers.

Water source is a very important element in Feng Shui.

The guardian deities are not celestial gods, but rather earth gods, who are inherently dependent on the concept of "land".

Manipulating the water source is also a "small trick" that can influence Ma Fanliang.

Of course, under normal circumstances, such "tricks" are not a troublesome thing for Ma Fanliang.

The only problems that can be caused by Weng Mian are minor ones, about the level of a cold.

Just like an ordinary person getting sick, if they are physically strong and have a strong enough immune system, they can ignore the impact of the illness.

Unfortunately, when a person's physical strength is already declining and their immunity is weakened, this small problem can gradually develop into a big problem.

Did you record it?

Ma Fanliang clutched his chest.

At this moment, she could sense that beneath her true form, which was the giant cherry blossom tree, deep within the earth where she was rooted, there was a blurry black shadow.

This dark shadow is the point where the curse converges. Through water sources flowing in all directions, it gradually gathers around him.

However, as a deity, she knew nothing about the past.

"This trick can only be used once, but it's enough to fool you once."

Weng Mian's tone gradually became somewhat excited.

"Maho, no matter how you deny it, you are in the worst state right now. That's right, this should be the period when your power is at its lowest point... It's possible that even I could achieve the opportunity to kill a god."

"That's just wishful thinking!"

Ma Fanliang snorted coldly.

The long, rod-shaped object, resembling a string of jade, began to swing.

Suddenly, the Heavenly Sakura's true form stirred up a gust of wind, and countless glowing cherry blossom petals and fragments rushed in, while sand and pebbles swirled in the air.

The cherry blossoms formed a tornado, attacking towards the direction of Wengmian.

This was a divine punishment-level move. The light of the cherry blossom petals suddenly shone brightly, dust flew up, and the sky was covered with darkness. It descended with a terrifying impact.

The surrounding buildings were instantly and violently destroyed by the tornado, and even the road was widened considerably.

The tornado-like force marched forward, the cherry blossom petals accelerating and spinning at supersonic speed, pulverizing everything caught in its grip.

Faced with this attack, Weng's lips curled up into a smile.

With a gentle wave of his right hand, a jet-black jade appeared.

"Summon them!"

—"Dust-covered Mother-of-Pearl Ornament, Vajra Dust Sand Realm!!"

Another gust of wind blew in from another direction. It was a collection of countless tiny Vajra barriers formed by Kurohime Mikaku's special ability. It expanded violently and emitted a strong light.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, boom boom boom, spinning and colliding, like a tornado or a torrent—possessing the destructive power to overwhelm and tear apart everything in its path.

The two forces collided in that instant. The cherry-red tornado and the glowing pale gold tornado were like two mythical beasts with physical bodies colliding. Each collision sparked sparks and scattered more sparks.

As the two forces clashed, they gradually increased in strength, growing rapidly until they merged into one, forming a massive aggregate.

one second.

two seconds.

three seconds.

Hundreds, even thousands, of light filaments shot out from the aggregate. The product of the collision and fusion of the two forces exploded.

With the rumbling and tremors, the City of Mist also began to shake violently.

The sound of the explosion, accompanied by the scattering wind, echoed through the sky.

Finally, seeing that the two forces were evenly matched, even Maho Ryo's face turned ashen.

"As expected... you've become weaker than you imagined!"

At this moment, Weng Mian couldn't help but burst into laughter.

hum!
Just as Weng Mian burst into wild laughter, a cold blade of light pierced through the void, slashing towards Weng Mian's back from a distance of a thousand meters.

Soul-Slicing Technique! Activated!
At this critical moment, Yue Jialuo Yeming, who had been lying in wait, also unleashed the most crucial strike.

(End of this chapter)