Chapter 79

Causing his █ █ to constantly spew out a great deal of [ █ █ █ ].

Thirty █ █ practitioners were all █ █ by the evil energy, losing their sanity.

To Kito Reima right now, they were more terrifying than thirty thousand murderers.

Do not misunderstand; this was not them █-squeezing █ him; rather, it was the exact opposite.

It was merely, through █ █ █, pouring the █ █ of thirty people entirely into his body and mind.

His very essence was being █ █.

His very existence was being █ █.

What a terrifying thing this was; if one had not experienced it, one could absolutely never imagine it.

The terrifying sensation as if parasites were crawling everywhere beneath the skin of his entire body made Kito Reima scream aloud.

(Ahhhh!)

Yet, as he was now, he couldn't even form a scream.

(Don't come over! Don't come over! You are not allowed to enter my body, ahhhh!!)

However, the █ █ did not stop there.

As if seeping in bit by bit from every part of his body, the █ █ accumulated by the thirty exorcists was now, through █ █, entirely █ █ into Kito Reima's █ █, attempting to change him.

(Stop it! Stop it!)

In just two or three hours, Kito Reima's █ █ was already shattered.

"Desire is power, but most people only have that much desire in their hearts."

"No matter how much an ordinary person's desire is strengthened into evil, they will not be a match for Jingo Rin."

"—Since that is the case, why not simply collect desire from other people?"

The white-haired shrine maiden watched from the side as Kito Reima went from struggling to despair, taking the opportunity to tease him,

"To be able to become a vessel for the desires of others requires quite a bit of aptitude."

"You exorcists, burdened with deep karma and with intertwined bloodlines, have accumulated enough [karma] and [desire] over generations."

"That is why I had these thirty exorcist shrine maidens first absorb the [karma] of tens of thousands of people. I originally intended to make thirty assassin substances at once, but I always felt that even then it wouldn't be enough to win… It just so happened that a boy like you delivered himself to my doorstep, so I decided to run an experiment first."

"You must hold on well, young master of the Kito Family."

That said, before he could truly carry the evil energy of the thirty exorcist shrine maidens, after about seventy or eighty percent had been poured in, Kito Reima could no longer move. He could no longer stand up.

"What a useless man… Oh well, anyway, it is time to withdraw, so let's just use him like this for now."

The white-haired shrine maiden, Ise, raised an eyebrow,

"Go, good boy. Go cause chaos, go kill, go destroy the Jingo Rin you hate the most!"

— —

And so, time returned to the present.

Sensing the evil energy soaring into the sky in the city, Jingo Rin spread her wings and flew away from the school. When she arrived at the city center, what she saw before her was—

A seemingly ordinary young man, probably not yet twenty years old. His eyes were lifeless, his whole body was covered in foul energy, and he was stumbling and wandering in the street.

What is going on?

Jingo Rin was stunned for a moment. Because she felt that this person's face seemed somewhat familiar, as if she had once caught a glimpse of a photo on the list of local exorcist families in Aomori Prefecture that Ayame had shown her…

At the same time, that young man also saw Jingo Rin. In an instant, infinite resentment and jealousy appeared on his face.

"Go, Kito Reima. Just raise the bracelet I gave you, imagine the power you crave in your heart, and shout [Transform]."

A voice from nowhere spoke right in the young man's ear, with a tone of mockery,

"You can become anyone and do anything."

On his wrist, there was indeed an extraordinarily beautiful, sparkling bracelet, looking as if it were woven from peacock feathers.

Jingo Rin, however, could feel astonishing evil energy coming from it.

She did not waste time saying any nonsense like [Put that thing down quickly]. Without hesitation, she had already stepped forward and rushed over!

Unfortunately, desire burns faster than fire.

Able to become anyone?

In an instant, it appeared in the young man's mind, causing him to imagine it himself. Who did he want to become?

Desire had already overflowed.

[Transform] had already come true.

As if fireworks were exploding silently before her eyes, emerald light bands instantly wrapped around Kito Reima's body, emitting particles of light while winding around his entire body.

Jingo Rin punched out without a word, but her fist bounced off the light particles—interrupting a transformation that was already halfway through had always been a difficult task in this world.

The light became increasingly dazzling, like a green tide of light that threatened to swallow the entire street, so brilliant that one could not look directly at it. Jingo Rin had no choice but to take a few steps back to keep her distance, blocking the oncoming radiance.

At the same time, her intuition was also frantically warning her—that evil energy was surging at an uncontrollable speed, like a flood of desire that had completely breached its banks!

The transformation was complete.

The moment the light dissipated, standing before her was no longer Kito Reima.

But an exotic dancer who seemed to have descended from mythology. Or even more like an eerie celestial maiden worshipped in a temple.

She had long, pale green hair that swayed gently with the breeze, and her hair was adorned with gold ornaments inlaid with emeralds, shimmering with an strange radiance in the sunlight.

Rather than a Magical Girl, her clothing looked more like a combination of priestess attire and dancer's garb, consisting only of white sheer fabric and beaded chains, just enough to cover the key areas. She wore golden bracers on her arms, and tassel-like thin chains draped over her skin, swaying slightly with her movements, making the curves of her waist appear even more graceful.

Her neck, hair, and even the sides of her sheer fabric were decorated with peacock feather-like ornaments.

"Ha ah…"

The green-haired girl slowly opened her eyes, dark and obscure desires faintly flowing in the depths of her pupils. She slowly raised her hand, and the sheer fabric on her body and the ribbons on her shoulders danced along with it, being pulled by some invisible wind.

This attire, these ribbons, were just like an Indian celestial maiden, just like the flying deities on the Dunhuang murals. And her face was nine, or even eight parts similar to Jingo Rin's.

For a moment, even Jingo Rin felt a little creeped out.

What terrifying evil, what astonishing spiritual pressure!

At two o'clock on a weekday afternoon, there were not [too many] pedestrians on the street, but there were still quite a few office workers out on business, housewives carrying shopping bags, and various people passing by in twos and threes. They all saw that in the middle of the street, two… very strange people had appeared out of nowhere.

Or rather, at least one person was [strange] to the extreme.

A girl dressed entirely in green, looking like some kind of Magical Girl character, was tilting her head slightly, a playful smile hanging on the corner of her mouth.

And opposite her, a blonde girl wearing a delinquent-style blue school uniform, hands in her pockets, her gaze sharp.

After a brief silence, sporadic whispers began to arise from the surrounding passersby.

Is it cosplay? But which cosplayer's clothes would glow like this?

Some passersby had already started raising their mobile phones to record.

Others keenly noticed that the green-haired girl's toes were actually hovering slightly above the ground, so they hurriedly backed away and fled, giving them plenty of room.

"There are Dark Magical Girls in Tokyo who can fight on par with real Magical Girls."

That voice from nowhere, which only Jingo Rin and Kito Reima could hear, continued at this moment,

"Celestial Maiden Retsuma—no, Peacock Celestial Maiden Reima!"

"Defeat the Shrine Maiden of the Black God!"

What celestial maiden!

This attire, no matter how you look at it, does not look like a [Celestial Maiden], but rather more like the daughter of Papiyas, a celestial demon stained with desire!

As soon as the words fell, a cute emerald pipa appeared in Reima's hands. She tilted her head slightly, a mysterious smile curling at the corner of her mouth, and with frivolous elegance, she began to play the pipa.

Her fingertips plucked the strings, the tone melodious and ethereal, as if it were Buddhist music echoing in an ancient temple, and also like a bewitching, ghostly sound under the enchanting night.

In an instant, Jingo Rin sensed danger from this melody!

"Zheng—"

No sooner said than done!

As the strings vibrated, the decadent sound of the pipa actually transformed into streaks of semi-transparent emerald weapons. There were blades, arrows, and many, many phantoms of ancient Buddhist ritual implements—vajras, tridents, demon-subduing staves… All these weapons, following the plucking of Reima's fingertips, suddenly shot towards Jingo Rin!

Jingo Rin frowned, exerted force with her feet, and her figure shot up like a rocket, dodging the hundreds of sharp sound blades coming at her. Her right hand ignited with blazing red flames, and with a palm strike, she shook away the sound waves shooting at her.

But in an instant, the pipa melody changed abruptly, like a chuckle, like a whisper, infinitely soft and alluring, soul-stirring. Reima smiled slightly, moving all ten fingers, and the sound waves oscillated like a downpour.

"Tsk!"

Jingo Rin clicked her tongue, realizing she had fallen into the enemy's rhythm.

She could certainly handle these attacks.

But the real crisis was about to fall upon those passersby!

On the street, those pedestrians who were swept by the aftermath of the sound waves—

An office worker in a suit stopped sluggishly, his face suddenly flushed, looking at a strange woman beside him with blurred eyes, a strange, infatuated smile curling at the corner of her mouth.

A housewife carrying a shopping bag, at least forty or fifty years old, suddenly clutched her chest, her legs went weak, and she slumped to the ground, her cheeks flushing like a young girl's, even subconsciously looking at a passing stranger, her eyes filled with unprecedented desire.

Desire was burning.

Those hit by the pipa's sound waves seemed to have fallen into blazing desire, their sanity instantly burned away!

Jingo Rin immediately made a judgment, shook her arms, and six wings suddenly unfolded, blazing red flames rising in an instant. Her aura surged in an instant, as if she were about to launch a large-scale incineration—

But she did not do so in the end.

She could not do that.

If she were to strike with full force now, the surrounding public would be completely exposed to the power of the battle. Someone might even be directly swept into her flames!

That said, if she completely ignored it, the passersby around her would be seen starting to do unspeakable things to each other on the street!

Flames erupted, and she shuttled through the street with lightning speed. Every time she passed a pedestrian affected by desire, she would, with extreme control, precisely—knock them unconscious with one punch!

There was no other way.

Don't be fooled by Jingo Rin's four-colored Alchemy fire; it seems very useful, but its limitations are actually quite large. She also couldn't use the black fire to burn away the desire very precisely without hurting people.

Just like that, she quickly shuttled around the street once and had already knocked all the surrounding passersby unconscious. But being knocked unconscious also meant that these people were even less able to escape.

The celestial demon enchantress covered her mouth and laughed, her fingertips plucking the pipa again, just like a soft, winding whisper in a boudoir. Immediately, the gentle melody turned into murderous weapons in the air.

Blades, spears, swords, and halberds, as if condensed from emerald, rotated in the air, rushing straight at Jingo Rin! Not only that, but she also wanted to cut off the heads of those unconscious passersby!

Jingo Rin's eyes darkened, her figure flashed across the battlefield, so fast that only afterimages could be seen.

She reached out and grabbed an office worker lying on the ground, throwing him into the shop behind her before the blades and spears fell. Immediately after, she hooked the body of a housewife with the other foot, kicking her out of the attack range.

A transparent emerald spear pierced through the air, aiming straight for Jingo Rin's back, but she only turned slightly, flipped her wrist, and black flames ignited at her fingertips, flicking the spear away with extreme precision, causing it to shatter in the air.

Reima's eyes curved, as if she were even more pleased with this scene. Her jade fingers tapped lightly, the pipa sounded again, and dozens of weapons appeared out of thin air, slashing down with emerald light, blocking Jingo Rin's movement trajectory. A three-pronged vajra appeared from mid-air, smashing down with irresistible force.

Jingo Rin clicked her tongue, stirred up black flames, and was about to counterattack, but just at this moment—

A sudden light!

Golden light!

Without warning, it struck from the shadows, like a divine punishment smashed down from the sun. Jingo Rin didn't even have time to react, and her whole body was pierced by the golden light, the scorching pain instantly tearing through her nerves!

"Urgh…"

In a flash of lightning, she tried her best to raise her hand and wave black flames to protect herself, but she still couldn't completely defend against the sneak attack. The golden light bombarded mercilessly, and she felt a sharp pain in her right arm. The next second, the smell of burnt flesh hit her nose—

Her right arm and side were both pierced through by the beam of light!

The clothing turned into charred fragments, the scorching aftermath still burning at the wound, and blood flowed along the pierced wound, staining her school uniform red. The severe pain spread from the depths of the torn flesh, her nerves aching as if her skin had been sunburned, and even her breathing stagnated for a moment.

In the shadows of a distant alley, the white-haired shrine maiden, Ise, walked out slowly, holding the ancient bronze mirror that reflected the sunlight in her arms, the corners of her mouth slightly raised: "I am very sorry, Miss Jingo, today is not a one-on-one fight either."

The aftermath of the sun's flames slowly dissipated under her smile. It was as if it were mocking that defenseless moment Jingo Rin had just had.

Her vigilance, after all, was just like her age, a little bit lacking.

But this was not entirely without reason.

Jingo Rin looked down at her charred wound. Blood was still dripping, staining her lapel. But she just took a deep breath. Immediately, pure white flames quietly ignited on her body.