They've already fought their way through the Holy Grail War, and you still call them dragons?

After stepping on it, Yasha put away his big foot and complained loudly, "And Ying, at this critical moment, can be transferred to travel abroad with pay!"

"Think about it, Crow. We do the dirty work day after day, while she's on the other side of the world strolling around the Arc de Triomphe and the Champs-Elysées! Why? Just because she's the young master's personal assistant?"

Crow came over with a bucket full of mud and sand and replied coldly, "Stop complaining. Ying was sent abroad for an important mission. And remember to change your words. We are not following the young master now, we should call him the head of the family! He will be here soon."

With a plop, another large bucket of wet sand poured down from above. Kitajima Shino felt that his nose and mouth were completely soaked and blocked. The sweet and fishy smell gradually filled his mouth, and he gradually became unable to breathe.

He felt that he had had a very unlucky day. Not only did all the "cargo" he brought die inexplicably and strangely, but he was also captured and tortured by these two perverted men.

Kitajima Shino didn't quite understand. He was just a small human trafficker, and the owner of a human smuggling boat responsible for transporting smuggled people. How could he have caused one natural disaster after another?

After an unknown amount of time, in the dark rain, the sound of approaching vehicles and a calm voice finally rang out:

"Yaksha, Crow, stop! Wash his face clean and make him look up at me."

After a while, Kitajima Shino finally saw Minamoto no Chisei clearly, who got out of the Hummer off-road vehicle and stood in the rain. He was probably the leader of the two perverted men. Then, he was surrounded by a coastal construction site. If he did not continue to explain, he would probably be cast into a concrete pile and given a private seat on the bottom of Tokyo Bay.

"Kitajima Shino, right? You dropped out of junior high school and made a living as a fisherman in Hokkaido. Dissatisfied with the poverty, you moved to Tokyo to make a living, but repeatedly encountered setbacks. Later, you were introduced to the yakuza 'Matsuba Kai' and switched to the highly profitable human trafficking business. Ultimately, still unsatisfied, you left the organization, contacted people abroad, and began to dabble in human trafficking..."

Gen Chisheng recited a bunch of information, even listing Kitajima Shino's bank account. It could be said that he had uncovered everything about this person, right down to his underwear, from birth. "You'd better tell the truth, or you won't want to experience what's next."

"I've already said everything!" Kitajima Shino realized his desperate situation. He was not just an ordinary gangster, as he was able to be kidnapped here without anyone noticing. Even if his former gang came to him, he would have escaped. So he began to beg for mercy.

"I can give you all the money, please! And I don't want to be a human trafficker anymore. That incident must have been God's punishment for my evil deeds! I don't want the money anymore. I was too greedy. It must be my greed that brought retribution!"

When he said this, Kitajima Shino became delirious again, and he vaguely remembered some extremely terrifying incident.

"Tell me, what kind of retribution is this?" Yuan Zhisheng had no patience. He picked up the handle of his long knife and stabbed it into the other person's mouth, stirring it violently.

Kitajima Shino suffered severe damage to his mouth and was in unbearable pain, so he finally let go of the suspense.

"It's... the God of Death, the God of Death has come to my door! The entire shipload of goods I brought... no, all the people, were killed by divine punishment!"

He was breathing heavily, and his broken teeth were clattering in his mouth.

"Some people were killed by falling flower pots. Some choked on a sip of water and started coughing, then died. Some fell while walking and unexpectedly died... I tried every possible way to prevent them from being exposed to any accidents, but... they still died!"

Chapter 214 "Oracle"

As he listened to Kitajima Shino's confession, Gen Chisei's brows furrowed more and more. The sense of déjà vu was too strong.

This was clearly the effect of Eri's "Judgment." Once Judgment was activated, all life within the area would be unconditionally harvested and annihilated, regardless of the cause, regardless of logic.

But according to Kitajima Shino, judgment seems to have become even more unpredictable and irregular under God's manipulation. This is a very ominous change, not conducive to tracing the source and preventing the incident.

And indeed, the "god" has begun to act on a large scale, with lightning speed. Kitajima Shino's case is not an isolated one; there are multiple suspected cases.

Since Minamoto Chisei launched his family's investigation, the Snake Eight Clan, aided by the enhanced super AI "Kaguya" (Princess Kaguya), mobilised their forces to investigate. Then, at Emiya's suggestion, Minamoto Chisei added a search for "unnatural deaths," quickly identifying several suspects within the complex mafia case.

Because the Sheqi Eight Families are the order managers of the entire island country's underworld, a large amount of information within the underworld will naturally be gathered in the family's database according to regulations. It's just that with the assistance of Kaguya, this process has been greatly accelerated.

Perhaps blessed by heaven, Kitajima Shino, the scum of human trafficking, was lucky enough to escape the judgment of God. He was thus granted this "honor" - the first one to be abducted by the Snake Eight Clan and have them confess the details.

But Gen Chisheng has reason to believe that Kitajima Shino is just one of these cases, he is not special, and there may be similar people who will be noticed in the future.

Based on the cases currently under investigation, God’s judgment events appear to be “much ado about nothing”… The targets of His large-scale actions are simply the illegal human trafficking in the dark side of society. They will not be like killing people openly on the sidewalks of the streets—such as the “Shinjuku Incident”—which attracted widespread social attention.

But what happens next? Yuan Zhisheng doesn’t believe that God’s abilities will stop there.

"Kitajima Shino, there's one more thing you might not know."

Yuan Zhisheng stood under the pitch-black umbrella, took a puff of a soft Seven Star cigarette, flicked the cigarette butt, and the faint sparks along with the ashes gently turned into dissipated debris in the heavy rain.

"The Matsuba-kai you joined is the largest gang in Hokkaido. You're a fisherman by trade, yet you were able to rashly escape and successfully avoid the Matsuba-kai's subsequent entanglement. You don't think that the goddess of luck has been blessing you, do you?"

"What...?" The human trafficker opened his mouth weakly. The crow grabbed his hair and forced him to look up at Yuan Zhisheng in excruciating pain. His words became unclear from his broken teeth.

"You didn't intend to do this at first, but your greed for money kept pushing you beyond your limits. Before you left the Matsuba Society, a new cross-border smuggling contact suddenly approached you. It was he who informed you of the enormous profits in human trafficking, leading you to rashly decide to betray the Matsuba Society."

"You thought you had escaped from a huge gang and become self-reliant, but in reality, you were just jumping from one vortex into another, even bigger one."

"!?" Kitajima Shino's fear exploded in his heart instantly, and a terrifying suspicion that his first half of life had been manipulated spread wildly in his heart.

"And that overseas contact, the name he gave you was Boar Neo, right?" Gen Chisheng looked directly into Kitajima Shino's panicked eyes.

"Tell me, Boar Neo provided you with the illegal human trade list, so who did he ask you to deliver these people to? I need a name. Was it the Ghost Clan? The King? Or..."

"Yes, it's Aoiya... Daiho." Kitajima Shino's mouth, which was covered with blood foam, trembled, and after a while he finally uttered a name.

"..." Yuan Zhisheng showed a look of disappointment for a moment, "Deal with him, Yasha, you come."

"Okay! Crow, come over and help us. It will be done in less than half an hour!" Yaksha clapped his hands and cheered.

Kitajima Shino's face was distorted with extreme fear. Having been in a gang before, he immediately realized his fate. He would be poured into a concrete pile alive by the cement slurry mixed by the pervert next to him, and then embedded into the seabed by a pile driver, disappearing from this world forever.

"No! You can't treat me like this! Forgive me, I've told you everything! I really don't know anything else!"

The only response he got was the sound of crows and yakshas humming and working.

"It's really Aoiya Daiho! It's true! Big brothers, please be kind! I'm not lying!" Kitajima Shino screamed in despair before being submerged in the cement. He raised his head and screamed desperately, but no one paid any attention. All he was fed was the pouring cement mortar.

"This trafficker is an idiot," Yasha said as he opened a bag of lime. "He said he wasn't lying, but does that have anything to do with whether we turn him into a human stake?"

Crow was just urging him, he was too lazy to gossip, "Anyway, he has confessed, hurry up and work, don't waste time!"

Yuan Zhisheng had already walked towards the Hummer. He was recalling the name "Aoiya Daiho" - this person's name appeared when the Eight Snake Families investigated Aoiya last time, but he actually handed over the management of Aoiya to other people in advance. It was obvious that he had found someone to take the blame for nothing.

With the outbreak of the "Shinjuku Incident", the family subsequently tracked down the whereabouts of Aoiya Daiho, but found that he had mysteriously disappeared.

But now, Kitajima Shino had revealed this name again, which only meant that "Aoiya Daiho" was not dead. A larger force was involved, its shadow even overshadowing the Snake Eight Clan and the Oni Clan, its influence reaching both within and beyond the borders of the country. It would be easy to conceal their whereabouts and reappear under a different guise.

But who was it? Yuan Zhisheng got into the driver's seat and looked out at the hazy rain outside the Hummer. He vaguely remembered how, before the Holy Grail War, the Secret Party had been overwhelmed by unknown internal conflicts.

Could it be the secret party?

----

Ange, the leader of the secret party, walked into the rain with a black umbrella. The abundant moisture seeped into his leather shoes and wet his trouser legs through the accumulated water under his feet.

Ange squinted his eyes beside the slightly dim city streets of Bunkyo Ward and looked at his watch. It was five-thirty in the afternoon. It should have been bright and clear, but at this moment it was as gloomy as dusk was falling and night was enveloping it, all thanks to the heavy dark clouds overhead that were pouring down rain.

"Norma, gather weather data around Tokyo to determine if there are any unusual cloud formations."

"Got it." A female voice with standard pronunciation like a broadcaster replied from the phone.

Ange sighed and continued walking. Perhaps it was because he was overly sensitive, because the Secret Party had experienced a Shenzhou Odin incident, which made him pay attention to this relatively rare weather condition.

At this time, Finkel, who was lying in the ward, had also woken up.

He was worried for a long time, but in the end, this stupid student just slept like a dead pig, and then he revived with full energy. As soon as he woke up, he shouted that he was starving like a dog and was going to die, accompanied by a huge rumbling in his stomach that was as strong and powerful as thunder... How could he look like he was about to die?

Ange smiled helplessly and didn't mention the fate of his Maserati. Instead, he asked Finger to use his phone to order a bunch of takeout. By now, Finger must have bought many buckets of KFC fried chicken and was devouring them in the ward.

"Oh my god, old friend, every time I see you dressed up, it's always a new surprise."

When Ange found Uesugi Yue, the old movie king looked dusty and dusty compared to last time. His dirty shoes were covered with black debris, the corners of his clothes had traces of burning, and his hair was blown into a messy chicken coop.

When Uesugi Yue heard this, his face darkened.

This look wasn't his favorite non-mainstream performance art; it was simply the aftereffects of his "Niten Ichiryu" sparring session with Emiya. Now, thinking back on this morning's fight, it all started with his own bad mouth and brains, accepting a sparring session with a dragon-slaying tyrant like Emiya.

Damn, this young man has no sense of martial ethics at all. We agreed to play some Ertian Yiliu, but he ended up playing some inexplicable and fancy stuff with an old man like me... After this barrage of punches, the uninformed Uesugi Yue was beaten so hard that he saw stars, his world view was shattered, and he even started to doubt his life.

Oh, I regret it.

"Don't mention it. It's none of your business, Ange... You'd better stay in your position as the world's number one dragon-slaying sect leader, lest someone expose your true identity and let your position and halo be completely stripped away by someone else."

Uesugi Yue walked towards the end of the street without looking back. He put on a dark priest's robe as a temporary outer garment, barely hiding his shabby appearance. "Something big happened to our neighbors today, and I'm busy with my part-time job as a community pastor. I don't have time to chat with you, Big Boss."

"Me? I'm not the leader right now. There are four older seniors sitting on the board of directors. I'm second in command at best... If I could secure the leadership position, would I have to personally go to the front lines?"

Ange leisurely quickened his pace to catch up, like a piece of sticky candy that couldn't be shaken off once it got stuck - as a man whose word spirit was time zero, if he really wanted to track him, Uesugi Yue really couldn't do anything to him.

"Then I thank you, old bastard, for coming down on this in person, alright!"

Uesugi walked faster and faster in the rain, and finally, at the corner at the end of the street, he bumped into an old man walking from the other side.

Bang! He had intended to retract his strength instantly, but then he felt like he had hit a solid steel plate—damn it, all those people in the Holy Church were muscle monsters!

The old man who was hit was Cervantes, a tall and thin old man in priest's clothes. Although he was dressed so that he looked thin, Uesugi Yue found that the muscles of this thin old man were strong and hard.

Could he possibly perform the bullet-catching trick?

Uesugi Yue's heart was in turmoil but he did not show it on his face. He had broadened his horizons a lot during this period of time. There were all kinds of things happening, such as the Holy Grail War of Heroes and the top-notch fantasy swordsmanship. Even if the Holy Church put on a gorgeous show where they could withstand modern bullets, he would not be so shocked.

"Mr. Uesugi, I finally found you," Cervantes said, his expression unpleasant, no longer wanting to be polite. "Something has happened. Your surviving neighbors and the innocent people are not mentally stable enough."

"Survived?" Ange keenly caught the unpleasant word.

"Let's go!" Uesugi Yue didn't waste any time. After he met with the people from the Holy Church, the two sides reached a partial consensus on cooperation in maintaining stability during the Holy Grail War.

Therefore, with the help of the church's influence, they were able to respond and handle any unusual incidents near the community in a timely manner. This was a major supplement to the Sheqi Eight Gangs' intelligence network.

Black smoke billowed from a nearby area, but gradually died away amidst the heavy rain. A few people could vaguely see the remains of a large vehicle after it exploded, and a small area of ​​houses nearby had collapsed under the weight. A cordon separated the area, and a few people stood in the rain, stunned by the rubble and ruins that symbolized the mass death toll.

"This was a tanker truck explosion. According to eyewitnesses, a bus and a tanker truck collided with each other for unknown reasons. The tanker truck leaked, and the high-grade liquefied petroleum gas exploded, destroying the bus, nearby cars, and the entire street."

The explosion of the oil tanker is extremely terrifying. Its explosion process is similar to that of a fuel-air bomb, and its power is comparable to that of a cruise missile such as the Tomahawk. Ordinary rockets are nothing compared to it.

"How many casualties were there? Didn't you call an ambulance?" Ange asked casually.

"This is unusual," Cervantes glanced at him. "According to our investigation, the death toll has exceeded one hundred. Miraculously, there are survivors, but no one was injured."

Ange's eyes narrowed slightly. So, all the survivors were unharmed? They couldn't possibly be half-bloods who happened to dodge quickly, could they?

Several people ignored the cordon and entered the scene of the accident. The Cathedral Church had already informed the police, allowing them to find the survivors with tense faces and muttering words as quickly as possible.

Several monks and nuns tried to persuade and enlighten them, but to little avail.

Cervantes called a nun to inquire about the situation.

The blonde nun lowered her head. "Our persuasion has made little progress. They won't listen to any advice and are extremely nervous, on the verge of collapse. Some of them have spoken up, claiming they saw the 'Goddess of Yomizu, Izanami,' enraged."

Uesugi Yue was shocked, "What did you say?"

"The survivors claimed they had foreseen the fatal accident, allowing them to escape. They also said they saw visions of the deceased's souls drifting into the underworld, and believed..."

"This is an oracle."

Chapter 215: Yi Ranzun! Yi Ranzun is back!

"What exactly did you see?" a female voice asked coldly.

The survivor's face was covered, and the lightless dark world completely submerged him. He could hear the hazy rain falling outside the window and the terrible sound of dripping water nearby - he couldn't tell whether it was the floor that was leaking or his bound wrists that were bleeding.

Under the pressure of fear and tension, he couldn't help but speak, "It's an oracle! It must be an oracle!"

However, this vague confession could not satisfy the woman opposite. The sharp blade cut through something and made a crisp sound. At the same time, the cold blade scraped across the skin, seemingly approaching the survivor's psychological defense line.

"I'm telling you... I saw a sudden disaster coming!"

The survivor's heartbeat and breathing became rapid due to nervousness. "I was shopping with my girlfriend at the time. She insisted on looking at a few more clothes in this store. I was getting impatient and wanted to leave, but then an image suddenly appeared in my mind: a long tube trailer carrying compressed hydrogen suddenly crashed into us and exploded."

"I suddenly started to panic. I tried to pull my girlfriend away, but she thought I was unhappy and started to get angry with me and walked back into the store. The image in my mind didn't fade away, but became even clearer. I saw myself being blown away by the explosion, and my girlfriend being engulfed in flames!"

"I was suddenly filled with fear. I don't know what happened, but I ran as fast as I could. I didn't care about my girlfriend and ran out of the door without looking back. I ran until I was out of breath, and then I heard a loud explosion behind me..."

"I couldn't help but turn my head and look back, and I saw the streets of Shinjuku filled with fire and smoke. Several cars were blown over, and shops collapsed. Everyone was either dead or alive."

"I suddenly felt a sense of desolation, as if countless dead souls stared at me, the only one who had escaped death, with their eyes wide open. I clearly saw my girlfriend's eyes in them as well. She followed those souls into the ground, all the way to Yomi Hirasaka."

"That place is filled with flags covering the sky, armored armies marching everywhere, and the Eight Thunder Gods playing drums and playing music, with the ugly women of the underworld serving on either side. In the center sits the Supreme Mother Goddess, who holds the power of life and death over the island nation..."

"It's Izanami! Izanami has returned from the underworld!"

----

"My Lord, the above is the actual result I obtained through interrogating the survivors."

Outside the cordon of the accident area, Chiyome Mochizuki emerged silently from the shadows in the corner and knelt on one knee to report to Aso Makoto.

"Hasn't it been discovered?"

"Please be at peace, sir. Although my abilities are limited, my basic concealment as an Assassin is superior, far beyond the reach of humans."

"Interrogation..." Aso Makoto hesitated, looking very guilty, "Did you hurt the other person during the interrogation?"

Chiyome sighed inwardly. Her Master had a very good personality, but the problem was that he was too good. Even in extraordinary times like the Holy Grail War, he still maintained some of the inner perseverance of an ordinary person.

"Don't worry, lord. As a ninja, I am very good at interrogation. He is just an ordinary person. I can force him to submit without using torture."

"That's good."

After saying that, Aso Makoto looked into the distance with tears in his eyes.