People are wreaking havoc in Tokyo, ladies, please stay put!

"What is it this time? Is it the Creator or the Judge?"

"No, neither of them, it's the fosterer, it's actually the fosterer!!!"

"Find the Messiah and destroy him, don't let Judaism get him!!"

"Looks like we need to speed up our plan to enter the Japanese Divine Kingdom!!"

Oracles were sent down from their respective heavens of incense.

Messiah, the soul of the nurturer, lives parasitically in Tokyo.

Find it and destroy it.

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The whole of Tokyo was in ruins.

Tokyo's landmark, Tokyo Tower, fell to the ground and broke into two pieces.

All large buildings, including the Imperial Hotel in Tokyo, have collapsed.

All floors were destroyed, leaving only broken frames.

Hundreds of Shinto shrines were burned to the ground.

Couldn't find a complete facility.

All the priests were killed and their bodies piled up in Tokyo's Imperial Palace Square.

This huge green square in front of the Tokyo Imperial Palace is the size of several football fields.

At this time, the place was filled with the corpses of priests and ordinary residents, their internal organs removed and arranged in a strange symbol.

The rest of the former green space in the square was now covered in black, dried blood and various rotten offal.

Densely packed people in black robes surrounded the huge corpse symbol and chanted loudly.

The incomprehensible syllables vibrated in the space and became a mysterious force that was transmitted out.

The bodies and limbs of these black-robed men were hidden in the black robes, and their heads were also covered in hoods, from which occasionally a few blue whiskers floated out.

The space is constantly producing ripples.

Fang Zuo stood by and watched all this miserable happening.

Indifferent and speechless.

He looked towards the spire of Tokyo Tower that had collapsed beside him.

The huge electronic clock on the top of the tower is still ticking.

Fang Zuo's pupil contracted violently.

The time is: December 2030, 12.

The loudspeakers on Tokyo Tower were still broadcasting.

Nanchuan Jingzi's voice was intermittent, sometimes high and sometimes low, echoing:

Tokyo, New York, Paris fell one after another... Our Prime Minister Shiraishi...

Fang Zuo was about to take a step.

There was a wave behind him.

Three guys in black robes suddenly appeared behind Fang Zuo, and two light blades spewing white flames emerged from their sleeves.

He suddenly jumped up and slashed towards Fang Zuo.

The scene ended instantly.

Total darkness.

Fang Zuo slowly opened his eyes.

The vortex in the Tokyo sky has disappeared.

All disturbances have returned to normal, and the whole of Tokyo is bustling with activity.

Nothing happened.

This freezing of time and space only lasted for a dozen seconds.

Ordinary people in Tokyo did not notice anything unusual.

Those high-level psychics didn't know what was going on. They observed for a while and then went back to their houses. Later, they gradually found out through the forces behind them.

Messiah, the almighty prophet of Judaism.

Landed in Tokyo.

Title: The Nurturer.

After Judaism split into Christianity, Catholicism, Islam and Orthodoxy.

The Messiah was given different identities in their doctrines.

But in Judaism, Messiah is the Messiah.

Fang Zuo's soul was at the place closest to the vortex, and in just a dozen seconds, he saw a picture that he could not understand.

Fang Zuo recalled the scene he had just seen.

I seemed to see the future.

What are those people in black robes?

But why did Tokyo become a ruin in just six years?

It's like experiencing a nuclear war.

Even the whole world is the same.

He had not misheard the voice of Keiko Minamikawa on the radio. This beautiful woman had always wanted to invite him out.

The cities she mentioned had already fallen, which meant that it wasn't just Tokyo.

Our Prime Minister... Shiraishi?

Fang Zuo remembered her last words.

Prime Minister Shiraishi!

Nagimitsu Shiraishi?

Fang Zuo felt a surge of irritation in his heart.

He suddenly realized something.

What if my Nascent Soul didn’t come to the basement in Tokyo after I failed to pass the tribulation?

Go anywhere, even if it's a little bit off.

Shiraishi Nagimitsu is already dead at this moment.

Is it a coincidence?

Fang Zuo didn't think any more, stood up and walked out of the inner room.

Zhang Benhe and the old monk were sitting cross-legged outside.

"Master Fang."

"Master Fang."

The two men stood up quickly when they saw Fang Zuo coming out.

"Congratulations to Master Fang for taking another step forward." The old monk could clearly feel the strong Buddha power in Fang Zuo's body. It was obvious that the clay statue of Acala that had been passed down had worked.

But he couldn't figure out how a Taoist used the power of Buddha, and he didn't dare to ask.

"I want to thank you Buddhists. If you need any help in the future, just let me know." Fang Zuo said with a smile, "Just lend me Sakyamuni's relics. You sell everything anyway."

The old monk's face froze, he didn't dare to answer, he could only smile and flatter himself.

"How long has it been?" Fang Zuo asked.

"Master, it's been three days." The old monk replied.

"Why aren't you going back?" Fang Zuo frowned. "Why, there's money to be made here?"

"Master, there is a Shaolin Temple performance troupe that came with me and is in Tokyo. They haven't finished their performance yet." The old monk smiled awkwardly.

"Master Fang, what was the vortex in the sky just now..." Zhang Benhe asked respectfully.

"I don't understand it either." Fang Zuo shook his head: "But I saw something else. You should practice well. If you don't want to die too early!"

"Yes!" Zhang Benhe nodded and said yes.

Fang Zuo didn't continue speaking. He was eager to visit Tokyo Women's University.

The power in the vortex finally fell into the hands of Tokyo Women's University.

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North America.

The headquarters of the Protestant Church.

A nun in a black robe and white stockings had a painful expression on her face, with a bright red blush on her face.

The archbishop sat in front of the Vatican table and reached his big hands into the clothes of the black-robed nun next to him and grabbed her fiercely.

Another nun in a black robe was squatting under the table.

"It seems that everything is correct. The Messiah's parasitic point is at Tokyo Women's University." The archbishop held the scepter in his other hand and pounded it hard.

On the huge screen in front of her, Saeko was using her iPad to chat with her on the video.

She had evidently just come out of the shower, and was sitting on her knees in a white bathrobe.

There was still a blush on her face from the hot water.

"But Your Majesty, we haven't been able to contact the true spirit of the Holy Lady at Tokyo Women's University for a long time." Saeko lowered her head and said softly, "She has also not been able to discover the identities of the Jewish believers at Tokyo Women's University who are welcoming the Messiah."

"Obviously, her mission failed. I even wonder if there's something wrong with the Saint's body."

The archbishop's scepter tapped rhythmically on the marble floor, his brow furrowed. "Don't worry about this for now. I'll take care of it. How are the negotiations regarding your succession to the Japanese throne going?"

"I'm sorry, Archbishop. After several rounds of negotiations and pressure from Washington, they still refuse to cede the throne to me, citing my Protestantism as an excuse," Saeko said.

"However, in exchange, as long as the news of my brother contracting AIDS is kept secret, they agreed to grant me the title of Imperial Princess, which can be considered as regaining some of the royal power."

"Prince...it's not enough. This little power can't undermine the foundation of the Japanese Divine Kingdom." The Archbishop's expression suddenly tensed, then revealed a relaxed expression: "Continue to find ways to gain more power, Saeko. The Protestant Church has done enough for you. Now is the time for you to give back."

"I understand, Your Majesty, I will not let God's mercy on me go to waste." Saeko nodded. "I will seize the time to implement the next step of my plan."

"That's good. You are truly a good child of the Lord." The Archbishop nodded. "But hurry! Time is of the essence. The Messiah has arrived, and the Core of the Planes will soon appear. Everything is just as the oracle foretold."

"Also, how is the surveillance of Abe no Suzu? Is she the Japanese woman mentioned in the oracle?"

"Your Majesty, I was just about to report to you," Saeko said. "Through close surveillance and observation, several assassination attempts against Abe Nojaku have failed. We have determined that there is a powerful individual living under her villa."

"He was extremely powerful. Although the skills of those assassins varied, they were all killed instantly. I think the three disciple knights probably died at his hands."

"A powerful figure..." The Archbishop poked the nun under the table with his staff. The nun, clad only in a white silk jumpsuit, cleaned up knowingly. "How powerful is he? The three Disciple Knights are already S-rank, and he's SS+? Or SSS?"

Saeko looked hesitant and said softly, "Based on the results of the assassination attempt by the three Disciple Knights, the time analysis, the subsequent long-distance investigation of the scene, and the outcomes of the previous hired assassins, this powerful individual should be at least SSS level, or even higher."

"Higher than SSS, then he's a sub-god... Is that even possible?" The Archbishop took a deep breath. "If that's the case, without the Holy Spirit, there's no way to destroy him."

"Your Majesty, this confirms that Abe no Suzu is the Japanese woman mentioned in the oracle, isn't it?" Saeko raised her head, her eyes sharp. "Otherwise, how could she occupy such a large space in the prophecy and occupy such an important position in the future..."

"You have a point...Saeiko!" The Archbishop nodded. "But the price of allowing a Holy Spirit to descend upon Tokyo, Japan is too high..."

"Your Majesty, although we several religions do not get along, but eliminating this important woman is not the responsibility of Protestantism alone. I think we can contact other religions." Sa Rongzi lowered her head with a calm expression, paused, and said:

"Besides... don't we have a body in Tokyo? Since the Saint's true soul has disappeared for so long and we can't contact her... why not..."

"Are you talking about Momonogi Kana..." The Archbishop slowly closed his eyes and thought: "I'll think about it, you go and do your thing first."

"Yes... Your Majesty." Saeko turned off the iPad video.

A smug expression appeared on her charming face.

If the Holy Spirit of heaven really descends to Tokyo and possesses the saint, then death will be waiting for the saint Momonogi Kana.

The powerful Holy Spirit will destroy the soul within each body.