"It was just an accident," Bright replied calmly, "and let me start at the beginning." Do you know why Misato's father acquiesced in our marriage? Being pregnant was a reason, and more importantly, I gave up my faith and became a believer in Kuwata Damyojin, thus truly integrating into Jitamura. It's just that nominally I'm still the pastor of Tobetsu Town. The abbot promised to hide my identity on my behalf. The only people who know me are the abbot, Miri, and Misato's father. ”

A white man actually believes in the local earth god of Fuso, how strange it sounds.

"Unlike other Fuso earth gods, Kuwata Damyojin has true divine powers. This is also a big factor in my willingness to take refuge," Bright explained, "If you go to the top of Mount Kumanta and worship the god once, you will understand how I feel." ”

"Okay, you believe in Kuwata, but what about later?"

"Later, I killed Misato's father, who is my father-in-law."

Killing the old father-in-law is very natural to this white man, just like eating and drinking. "I want to be the abbot of Kuwata Shrine and replace him myself. Unfortunately, my father-in-law became aware of this plan. At that time, I was not strong enough, and if I was exposed, I would definitely die. I had no choice but to knock him unconscious first, and then throw him into the Wind Lotus Lake, disguised as a sign of stumbling and falling into the water. In fact, I took good care of Misato, afraid that she would be bullied by the villagers, and specially asked the abbot to pass on a divine decree to restrain the villagers from coveting her property. ”

"There's one thing I don't understand," Xu Changqing asked, "You've been planning to be this abbot for a long time, why are you only doing it now?" ”

Blake smiled: "Actually, if it weren't for luck, maybe I wouldn't be able to beat that old man in my life." But God didn't abandon me. By chance, I learned the big secret of the Chosen One. There was a young man named Yakushiji Toshihiko in the village, who had been doing the work of serving the abbot. I bought him off, and we became allies. He told me that the abbot had once received the gift of Kuman Damyojin at the top of the snow-capped mountain. Originally, that old man had some tricks and tricks, and now I am no match for him. But I don't give up. I tried my best to even use the bulletin board at the Blue Bird Bar ......"

More than a month ago, an expedition team composed of foreigners came to Zhitian Village. Blake, who had been waiting for a long time, finally realized that his chance had come. There are quite a few masters in this group of foreigners, he carefully selected people, started to win over, and finally formed a group of sworn friends. They looked for an opportunity and suddenly launched an attack on the abbot. Not only did he succeed in killing the old man, but by the way, he also obtained all his gains at the top of the snowy mountain - 10 Godhead fragments.

However, there was a major disagreement over the distribution of the fragments of the Godhead. Everyone can't talk about it, and the contradiction immediately arises. Blake pretends to ask for only 1 fragment, but he is secretly sowing discord. Finally, the foreigners of the expedition broke out into infighting.

"I and some of them had a premeditated plan to get the guys who needed to be washed off with wine. When they are too drunk to do anything, suddenly attack! There are a few great people among them. But they were either too drunk to lie down in the hall of the inn and could not get up, or they lay in their rooms until the knife was pressed against their necks. ”

It turned out that the knife marks in the corridor came from the internal strife of foreigners. This problem of high incompatibility can be explained.

"But I really underestimated the hatred of the villagers for the expedition. The hatred of blaspheming the 'Great Ming God' may have been brewing in the peasants who helped the mulberry soil a long time ago. They're really good at taking chances. Taking advantage of the infighting in the expedition, almost the entire village was suddenly entangled and killed in the inn. I'd love to save Misato and her two daughters, but there's no way around," Blake said, "I'll have to collect the divine gifts of the dead first, or the corpses will be carried away by the villagers." ”

Explaining this, the rest of the matter is generally clear to Xu Changqing. "You hid in the shrine and pretended to be the abbot, right? Then send Yakushiji Temple to the Tobetsu Town Church to help you cover your whereabouts. But what about those expedition accomplices of yours? All died that night? ”

"Not exactly, I've cleaned up a few with Yakushiji one by one," Blake laughed, "and there's about two or three left." Unfamiliar with the road, they fled in the wrong direction and were forced into a cave leading to the top of the snow-capped mountain. It is impossible for a devout disciple who is not the god of Kuwata to come out of there alive. So, you see, all my troubles right now," his expression suddenly turned hideous, "and you're all left!" ”

At that moment, the two jumped up from the tatami mats almost at the same time and made their own moves.

Xu Changqing unleashed the dark realm, and at the same time drew his sword in his hand. Out of an abundance of caution, he had activated the Shining Scales before that. Sure enough, it was a matter of caution, and Blake rushed forward and threw a punch. The two men had their arms staggered. He felt that the white man was extremely powerful, and his fists were extremely hard, and there was a layer of gray crust attached to his knuckles, as if his skin had been petrified.

The Moon of Yellow Springs slashed at Black, and the impostor blocked with his left forearm while striking out with his right fist. Sure enough, there were some doorways in that hard shell, and even the Yellow Spring Moon could only leave a slight crack. And the Shining Scales aren't bad. Blake's fist slammed into his shoulder, but it slid to the side, to no avail.

"I can feel your strength while you're still standing outside the shrine," Blake complimented, "and that's true." With that layer of silver scales, it's hard for Stone Fist to work for you. ”

Xu Changqing temporarily retreated and regrouped his offensive. He raised his knife and flattened his shoulders, put on a posture of protruding teeth, and suddenly shouted: "Quick, look at your back!" ”

Blake was stunned for a moment, and then laughed and said: "Everyone is an adult, and they still play such a trick as deception behind their backs?" He didn't believe Xu Changqing's words at all, and stretched out his hand. A fiery red straight line shot out from his fingertips, aiming at Xu Changqing's chest. This move is supposed to be a 1-ring spell: Flame Ray. Unless you have blessed with an energy protection spell, it is impossible to hardconnect.

Xu Changqing rolled on the ground and dodged the ray attack. The paper door was lit and crackled behind him. At this time, he suddenly shouted again: "It's now, do it!" ”

Unfazed, Blake continued to prepare for the next flame ray. He smiled disdainfully at Xu Changqing's fraudulent tactics.

However, a long black whip literally reached out from behind him, whizzing around the impostor's neck.

"Who! Who would dare to sneak up on me? ”

Blake roared and pulled the whip with all his might. The succubus Nobuta, who was hiding outside the window on the other side, was dragged into the house by him in embarrassment and knocked over the coffee table.

At this time, Xu Changqing's knife also arrived. The moon of Yellow Springs passed through his chest and pierced Blake's heart. The middle-aged white man's face was full of surprise, as if he couldn't believe that he had lost so quickly. "I still underestimate you......" he struggled, looking down at the blood spurting from his chest in reluctance, "Why...... I've been planning ...... for decades."

Drawing the knife, confirming that Blake's pulse was gradually disappearing, Xu Changqing's fingertips began to shine with the glow deprived of his godhead. "It's not that if you plan for a long time, you will win," he said very sincerely to Blake, who was not blind to death, "In this world, winning or losing depends on strength after all." ”