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

However, this possibility is extremely small.

The name Amaterasu originated from Princess Kamishiro and was stored in ancient books of the Kamishiro imperial family.

The correctness of names is also quite important to the gods, as it can be used to gather divinity.

Of course, Summer Flower Painting had thought of all this.

The premise is that what Orochi said is indeed true.

After all, they had just learned from the Yamata no Orochi that this was only one of the Yamata no Orochi's bodies, and the other party's tone was not solemn, but rather a little distressed.

This means that the snake's body might be something that can be lost.

Therefore, given Amaterasu's exalted status above the gods, it is highly possible that Yamata no Orochi knew about her but refused to reveal her information.

Therefore, what this snake says is not necessarily true.

Only more radical methods can be used to truly threaten the life of Yamata no Orochi. Anyone who has died once will cherish their life even more.

Summer Flower Painting believes that Yamata no Orochi will be no exception.

Her voice came from the gaping maw of the Yamata no Orochi, still gentle and tender, but the words she spoke were chilling.

"it's a pity."

"Your answer does not satisfy me. I hope that next time we meet, you will speak the truth."

"Otherwise, I would be very disappointed."

"This time, I'll teach you a little lesson first."

Summer Flower Painting still leans towards the idea that Orochi lied to her.

Amaterasu is known in this world as the strongest deity.

How could they have been unknown a thousand years ago? Could it be that they suddenly appeared while a large number of gods were asleep?

It seems that we need to use some means to pressure Orochi before it will reveal information about Amaterasu.

So……

Enjoy the pain.

A faint smile appeared on Xia Rihua's cherry lips, but a hint of cruelty was hidden within it.

Now that this Yamata no Orochi has been identified, it seems that it is not a complete Yamata no Orochi.

In that case, even if we kill him with swift and decisive means, the benefits will be minimal.

Rather than doing that, it's better to leave a huge shadow in the heart of the Yamata no Orochi, so that the Yamata no Orochi will feel fear.

As a result, he became hesitant and timid in his subsequent moves.

Thinking of this, the black and red lotus flowers floating around Summer Flower slowly evolved, transforming into the original form of the Hermitage Fire amidst their terrifying power.

It no longer possesses the explosive power it once had.

However, under the manipulation of Summer Flower Painting, the black of the firework became even more intense, without a single impurity. Just one glance was enough to draw one's soul in.

Amidst the overwhelming stillness, a boiling and spreading atmosphere arose.

Before it even officially started burning, the Yamata no Orochi sensed an ominous premonition from its mouth; the deathly aura made it instinctively feel extremely uncomfortable.

This discomfort comes from the instinct of life, not from His fear.

A hint of unease appeared in the eyes of the Yamata no Orochi.

He spoke.

"what are you up to?"

"A pointless attack will only make your death look even worse later, you..."

The words have not yet fallen.

Summer Flower Painting had no intention of listening to Orochi's trash talk. After purifying all the fire, she had a slight thought.

Several clusters of fire surged into the esophagus of the Yamata no Orochi.

When the first group arrived at the throat of the Yamata no Orochi, it exploded like a firework, dazzling and with a bang.

"Bang————!"

The fire spread, burning every area in the throat.

Like a maggot clinging to a bone, it spread and expanded, with faint black flames penetrating the outer edge of the Yamata no Orochi's scales, burning fiercely.

"Well---!"

As the first burst of fire erupted, Yamata no Orochi instinctively let out a muffled groan.

His serpentine eyes narrowed involuntarily, but he forcibly endured the pain. Thousands of years ago, he had encountered countless wars and fought against countless gods, including some that caused him pain.

He had long since developed a resistance to it, and this pain was something He could barely endure without losing his composure.

However, the next second.

Another explosion came from the middle of His esophagus.

"Bang————!"

This seemed to be a signal, and then explosions rang out repeatedly inside the Yamata no Orochi's body, filling every corner of it.

The next moment, Natsumi Hanae spread her arms wide and grabbed the fangs of the Yamata no Orochi.

The power of the ancient gods swirled wildly around him.

Crimson divinity covered the armor formed by the power of the ancient gods, creating strange and twisted demonic patterns that were intricate and mottled.

Summer Flower Cleaves clenched her teeth and suddenly exerted force with both hands!

"BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM ——————!!"

In an instant, the ground shook.

Huge boulders kept falling from Mount Fuji, causing the clouds in the sky to swirl, and thick magma slowly boiled out of the crater.

The remaining body of the Yamata no Orochi, hidden in the crater, was forcefully pulled out by Natsumi Hanae's unparalleled strength.

The tiny human figure, like a black dot, raised a serpent beast that seemed as large as the heavens and earth.

An epic and magnificent scene unfolds here.

From afar, Himeko-no-Mikoto witnessed this scene and was deeply moved.

The next moment, Summer Flower threw him over her shoulder.

He slammed the Yamata no Orochi hard onto the ground.

"boom-------------!!!"

It was as if an earthquake had occurred, as if an earth dragon had turned over, and the ground was shaking violently.

Centered on the Yamata no Orochi, a deep, unseen chasm opened up, causing the ground in this area to tilt slightly, and countless pebbles and trees fell into the chasm like a landslide.

However, the Yamata no Orochi's body was large enough that it did not fall downwards.

However, a huge crater had already appeared beneath Him, formed as if by a meteorite impact, cracked with countless fragments of rock, like a giant spider web.

In an instant, blood gushed from the back of the Yamata no Orochi.

But He didn't even have a chance to cry out in pain.

because.

The next second, countless flames exploded within His body, beginning to burn His serpentine form from the inside out.

Black flames completely enveloped the body of the Yamata no Orochi.

"Well------!"

The Yamata no Orochi tightly closed its mouth, forcibly enduring the excruciating pain.

This is not merely physical harm; it reaches the very essence of life, subjecting each cell to a slow and agonizing destruction.

To completely erase and annihilate it.

Most importantly, the fire in the temple did not burn intensely. It seemed to be controlled, amplifying the pain to the extreme, but not quickly extinguishing all the cells instantly.

Instead, it waits for the Yamata no Orochi to regenerate its flesh and blood before disappearing again in part.

This is not killing the enemy, this is torture.

It was like the torture of peeling and tearing off each and every scale of the Yamata no Orochi, leaving it bloody and raw.

And this feeling is getting stronger over time.

"hiss---"

"Roar------!"

The Yamata no Orochi roared in pain, its massive body trembling and writhing violently, causing the earth to shake violently with each twist.

He knew something about death and silence, though he didn’t know where it came from, but the message was etched deep in his soul.

I know this is something completely different from life.

However, having suffered countless pains in battle, even the lightning punishment of Susanoo did not make Him utter a single cry of pain.