The villainous second young lady becomes a god in a bizarre Tokyo.

"mom!"

Unable to maintain her previous composure any longer, she relinquished her title of honor.

I missed you so much!

One second ago, Natsumi Hanae's eyes were full of tenderness, but the next second, her face became expressionless.

Then, the other person hugged her and leaned in, their pink lips pressing directly against her cherry lips for a kiss.

"Thump—!"

She punched Tamamo-no-Mae in the head.

Tamamo-no-Mae collapsed to the ground.

Then, Natsumi Hanae spoke up.

"Stop pretending to be dead on the ground, I have something to ask you."

"What exactly is going on now?"

Tamamo-no-Mae's fox ears perked up, and she quickly stood up from the ground, holding her head in her hands, her eyes brimming with tears.

However, she also knew that this was just a blow to teach her a lesson.

The mistress didn't use much force, otherwise her skull would have been cracked open.

Then, Tamamo-no-Mae looked at her hands and smiled foolishly. She hadn't washed these hands for a year, and she would keep the clothes she was wearing at home as a treasure.

"Tamamonomae?"

When Natsumi Hanae saw that Tamamo-no-Mae did not reply, she spoke again.

Upon hearing this, Tamamo-no-Mae immediately straightened her expression and regained her usual serious demeanor.

Now is not the time for her to flirt; over there, Himeko is still critically injured and on the verge of death.

I organized my thoughts.

Tamamo-no-Mae pursed her pink lips slightly and spoke softly.

"Your Majesty."

"Our primary goal should be to rescue Himeko Kamishiro."

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Chapter 95: This is the time for slaughter!

Tamamo-no-Mae began to recount everything that had happened before.

After she finished speaking, a look of self-reproach appeared in her eyes again.

"Please forgive my impetuousness, Madam."

"The current situation is all due to my negligence and failure to investigate the enemy's intelligence."

"Please punish me."

Tamamo-no-Mae failed to investigate much about Naraku Kamishiro, or perhaps the other party was too good at hiding it.

Tamamo-no-Mae was completely unaware of the opponent's peak B-rank strength, the terrifying Old God, or the ritual that now covered half the area.

If even a little bit of information had been discovered, the situation would probably be much better than it is now.

In fact, this was not entirely due to Tamamo-no-Mae; most of the information actually came from Kamishiro Himeko's reconnaissance.

When two people are together, they can share the pot.

However, in Tamamo-no-Mae's view, the current situation has undoubtedly lowered her standing in the eyes of the mistress.

It is unacceptable behavior and unforgivable conduct.

Having heard Tamamo-no-Mae's words, Natsumi Hanae had a general understanding of the overall situation.

Moreover, it's understandable that Tamamo-no-Mae, who is currently only at the mid-stage of B-rank, is no match for an old god.

As for the punishment for Tamamo-no-Mae...

Thinking of the so-called punishment, Natsumi Hanae's expression became slightly unnatural.

Those punishments were probably a reward for Tamamo-no-Mae.

We'll talk about these things after this is all over.

Now we must let go of what's in front of us and, incidentally, test the strength of this body.

Summer Flower's bright, glass-like eyes shone brilliantly as she gazed through her exquisite black mask at the Gods of the Ages and the Old Gods.

In this way, one can test the other's strength and see if they are qualified to fight.

Summer flowers adorn bare feet, the fair and delicate toes contrasted with bright red nail polish.

She walked step by step on the high wall, leaving behind bloody footprints in the mist that would dissipate after a few seconds.

Until she reached the edge of the high wall.

A cruel and tyrannical smile appeared on his lips.

The pupils, which were originally like red glass, suddenly expanded and contracted for a moment, turning into a bloodthirsty scarlet halo.

"This moment is..."

"—The Hunt!"

Summer Flower Painting's toes touched the edge of the high wall, and a chaotic arc of lightning from the Old Gods flickered and disappeared in a flash.

She exerted tremendous force with her foot!

"Boom—!!!!"

In an instant, the high wall centered on the foot of Summer Flower Painting collapsed inch by inch, leaving a huge hole, as if it had been hit by a cannonball.

Summer Flower Painting itself is like a huge meteorite falling from the sky, carrying boundless and magnificent power, burning with the most dazzling brilliance.

They charged straight at Naraku and the Old Gods!

Upon witnessing this scene, Naraku Kamishiro, who was still reeling from the shock of the enemy's divinity coming to life, immediately snapped out of it.

Looking at that overwhelming and terrifying offensive.

I also see that the Old God is rapidly reaching the Nightmare level. If I interrupt it, it may cause the Old God's advancement to be interrupted.

Therefore, I must go myself to meet this enemy.

He quickly recalled the four strange clones that were fighting against Himeko, allowing his rank to return to the critical point of peak B-rank.

A look of madness flashed in his pure black eyes.

Even gods!

"The aura he's unleashing right now is at the A-level, while I'm on the verge of reaching the peak of the B-level. I refuse to believe that I can't even withstand a single blow!"

Naraku Kamishiro's face began to contort, and the strange and supernatural forces within his body rapidly circulated, greatly increasing the lethality of his attack.

His entire right arm transformed into a steel fist.

This is a strange fusion characteristic he absorbed from a peak-level, hard-class Steel Fist Ape King within him, known for his extreme power.

Historically, there was a record of the Steel Fist Ape King, a peak-level Difficulty fighter, killing an early-stage A-rank fighter.

He extracted a large amount of the bizarre energy into it and is now injecting it with immense power. The originally white steel fist is gradually turning pitch black.

The legs, on the other hand, transformed into horseshoe-like springs.

Not only that, but inside his black robe, it began to writhe violently again, and two more hoof-like legs actually emerged from behind his original legs.

With all four legs on the ground, it desperately began to gather downward force, compressing the spring's resilience to the extreme.

It makes a creaking sound.

Centered on Naraku the God of the Ages, under this extreme compression, the earth suddenly began to sink for a moment.

The abundant energy flowing through my body.

This gave Naraku the illusion that his attack could shatter the earth, instilling in him immense arrogance.

He gazed at the falling meteorite, then at the masked deity who made a fist-throwing motion, his fist burning with black and red flames.

He didn't care, his lips curving wildly down to his earlobe as he arrogantly spoke.

"Even an A-rank, even a god, will die under my punch!"

"Die to me!!!"

The enormous, black steel fist of Naraku Kamishiro.

It blasted at it fiercely and violently!

Summer Flower Painting, with its pitifully small fist compared to Steel Fist, also throws a punch.

However, when two fists, one small and one large, collide...

Time seemed to stand still for a moment.