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

In the flickering light of the candlelit wall, behind Kujou Shinobu's neck, a blood clot instantly wove together, and another head emerged.

The head of Kamishiro Naraku!

A look of confusion flashed in his dark eyes, before he finally came to his senses.

"I see……"

Under that sword strike, he ultimately died without any chance to fight back.

The body I have now is my backup plan.

He had been continuously giving Kujou Kagura's divine blood to prolong his life and enhance his strength.

The so-called divine blood is actually the essence blood of Naraku Kamishiro himself, a mutated blood that has been fused with countless strange substances.

Even a single drop of semen, when diluted, can transform an ordinary human into a monster.

Not to mention, how much of this blood actually existed in Kujou Kaname's body under the constant nourishment of the Shindai Naraku?

Each drop of complete essence blood contains a complete and bizarre entity, a fragment of Naraku's consciousness from the Age of Gods.

This was the last escape route left by Naraku Kamishiro.

"Lord of Xiahuo Mountain..."

Naraku Kamishiro murmured His name.

Even if the other party killed him.

However, there was not a trace of anger or disrespect in his words.

His pure black eyes were filled with utter terror.

Naraku Kamishiro no longer had the courage to face his opponent directly.

Not to mention…

Naraku Kamishiro looked inward into his mind and saw only the depths of his mind.

A jet-black temple fire burns eternally in the darkness, like an ever-burning red sun that never goes out.

To make myself feel pain everywhere at all times.

Even though he had changed bodies and was thousands of kilometers away from the scene of the incident, he was still within the sight of the Lord of Xiahuo Mountain.

He... was being targeted.

A suffocating sense of fear gripped every nerve in Naraku's body.

If he were to encounter the other party again in the future, he probably wouldn't have the courage to resist.

Therefore, you must do everything you can to avoid the other party!

Because he was sharing a body with Kujou Shinobu at this moment, Kujou Shinobu also felt this suffocating pain.

However, he believed that this was a show of force from Naraku Kamishiro.

"Naraku the Kamishiro!!!"

"What are you doing? Are you trying to take my body?!"

I'm going to kill you!

The fact that another person's head had grown inside his own body was something even Kujou Kaname couldn't tolerate; it was too bizarre and strange.

And it made him feel genuine fear and unease.

When Naraku heard Kujou's words, he snorted disdainfully.

What he feared and dreaded was the A-rank like the Lord of Xiahuo Mountain, who seemed to have stepped into the realm of gods, not this laughable weakling A-rank.

Although, at this moment, his rank has dropped to the peak of B-rank.

However, due to his deep fusion with the Old God, he was tainted with a trace of the Old God's chaotic and indescribable aura, making his overall strength comparable to that of Kujou Shinobu.

A twisted, disgusting smile appeared on his lips.

"Just you?"

The two promptly began to fight amongst themselves.

The next moment, the surging crimson hand and the massive black tentacles clashed violently!

"boom----!"

The side courtyard was instantly reduced to ruins.

……

……

Kyoto.

The summer flower painting stands in mid-air in a crown-like posture, as majestic and awe-inspiring as a god.

She furrowed her brows slightly and murmured softly.

"The fire at the hermitage didn't completely consume Naraku's soul?"

"But it doesn't matter."

The burning of the temple fire is also a form of consumption.

Under the overwhelming power of the summer flower painting, even the body of an old god was instantly devoured by Anka.

However, the amount from Naraku of the Gods was slightly less.

Summer Flower Painting noticed it.

Of course, Anbi had already marked him, so that whenever Naraku appeared near her in any form in the future, she would recognize him instantly.

Furthermore, the other party will continue to endure the burning heat from the temple fire.

This affects the soul and cannot be relieved by the regeneration of the body.

not to mention……

The fact that Naraku Kamishiro did not die completely might be good news for Natsume Hanae.

The existence of Naraku Kamishiro is practically a convenient tool for harvesting summer flowers.

When she was missing a third Nightmare-level Occultist, she was presented with an extraordinary masterpiece of Old Gods and divinity.

This incomplete escape may bring her unexpected and generous rewards in the future.

Thinking about it, I'm actually looking forward to summer flower painting.

She had already observed that the power of the Heavenly Emperor's daughter within her body was about to be completely replenished.

At the same time, after the summer flower painting merged and carried through the power of that sword.

She finally realized what was happening.

[Nine Phoenixes] Perhaps their true power can be fully realized through their own means.

The [Nine Phoenixes] rewarded by the system are probably just a simple divine shell.

They possess only the physical attributes of a god, but not the true power of a god.

True strength needs to be gradually gathered from one's daughter and from oneself.

The completion of the Heavenly Emperor's daughter is essentially his third blood-red bird head, and it shares a similar nature with [Nine Phoenix].

If I rashly accept one hundred daughters, I'm afraid I won't be able to truly possess the divine power of the Nine Phoenixes.

My initial caution proved to be correct.

Summer flowers paint thoughts in mid-air.

However, the humans on earth are besieging the subjugated monsters, and Natsumi Hanae slightly purses her cherry lips.

She waved her right hand.

All the eeriness rippled outwards in an instant, enveloped by bubbles, and then vanished without a trace.

She sent him into the strange realm of Xiahuo Mountain.

Subsequently, the crown hanging above Xia Rihua's head dissipated, and the umbrella sword in her hand re-entered her body.

Just as Summer Flower Painting was preparing to withdraw all of its divinity.

Suddenly, she heard a clear, joyful voice from Tamamo-no-Mae.

This is a communication of spiritual power.

"Your Majesty, you are the best in the world!"

"Your great glory lashes at me like a whip, causing me pain while also making me remember it forever!"

Summer Flower Painting: "..."

What a wonderful metaphor!

I really want to unleash a barrage of Ora punches on Tamamo-no-Mae's bear.

However, Tamamo-no-Mae is his own daughter, and now a new daughter has been born here. It would be quite impolite to leave without saying goodbye.

Think of this.