Little Garden 331-335

Title: The Expedition Begins from Fusang

On a mountain on the outskirts of Kyoto, Japan.

Aslan stood on the mountain peak, arms crossed over his chest, looking down upon the members of the Khaos Brigade below as they battled against the Youkai of Kyoto.

Japan, dominated by the Fallen Angels and Devils, was Aslan’s first target for launching his Holy Crusader Army—ah, no, the Khaos Brigade Expedition.

After all, due to certain historical factors, Japan’s native gods had long been eradicated, leaving only the Onmyouji families with their heritage, and a few Youkai surviving in the gaps between the rule of the Fallen Angels and Devils.

Present-day Japan, rather than being called an independent sovereign nation, was more accurately described as a battlefield between three factions: Angels, Devils, and Fallen Angels.

Thus, Japan was ‘fortunate’ enough to be chosen by Aslan as the first target for the Khaos Brigade Expedition.

Furthermore, the local forces here were the weakest, the easiest pushovers.

This made it perfect for training the Khaos Brigade.

If they couldn’t even defeat the Youkai of Kyoto, then Aslan would have to reconsider the value of the Khaos Brigade.

Below, multicolored lights flashed, accompanied by the sounds of explosions, cracks, rumbles, as well as groans and howls.

War raged.

No, rather than war, from Aslan’s perspective, this was more like a massive brawl.

After all, he had come to subjugate the Youkai forces, not to exterminate them.

Suddenly, a rippling fluctuation appeared beside him.

The next second, a sharp, cold gleam flashed by!

A female Nekomata (Cat Youkai), wearing a very open and daring white kimono, with two large cat ears on her head, held a dagger and aimed it at Aslan’s neck.

Little did she know, she had been discovered the moment the spatial fluctuations began.

“Little cats shouldn’t play with dangerous things like this.”

Almost instantly, Kuroka was disarmed and embraced by Aslan.

Kuroka’s pupils contracted. Her figure slightly faded, its color gradually disappearing.

“Don’t even think about escaping. It’s been a long time since I’ve seen such an interesting little cat.”

The corner of Aslan’s mouth couldn’t help but curl into a faint smile. So bold as to take the risk of attacking him?

Shouldn’t such a one be captured and properly interrogated?

(Danger! Danger! Danger!)

An intense sense of crisis surged in Kuroka’s mind. Her instincts told her that if she tried to escape using spatial techniques now, she would definitely be dragged into the brutal spatial chaos and torn to pieces!

Not only that, for some reason, Kuroka also felt a sensation of being rejected by space.

The spatial techniques she had trained for years were being outright rejected by space itself?

Kuroka was somewhat incredulous.

Just who was this man? Why had he instigated a war between the Khaos Brigade and the Youkai of Kyoto!!

If it weren’t for Yasaka, who was protecting her, being pressured by Cao Cao holding his spear below, she wouldn’t have taken the risk of attacking Aslan.

Before she could even react, a pair of large hands somehow ended up supporting her abdomen, and she felt her feet leave the ground.

Everything around her became enormous.

(When?)

Kuroka was stunned.

When had she reverted to her true form? Just who was this man? How did he do it?

“Right, an adorable little cat should be held like this.”

As he said this, Aslan stroked the cat fur in his embrace, speaking cheerfully.

At that moment, a voice full of hatred sounded.

“Who are you? Why are you attacking Kyoto?”

“Does that require a reason?”

Aslan was momentarily stunned, then spoke in a tone that was hard to tell if it was sarcasm or genuine emotion.

Hearing this ambiguous tone, Kuroka only felt a chill run from the base of her neck to her brain.

A sense of helplessness rose in her heart.

Yes, did it require a reason?

For a powerful being like Aslan, his mere desire was reason enough.

But Kuroka was furious! Her hideout was attacked for no reason, and her counterattack was defeated in the blink of an eye.

Then she was treated like a cat, and petted.

Petted, yes petted! But could the other party please not pet against the grain of her fur? And stop playing with her tail and ears, they were so sensitive!

If this man ever fell into her hands one day, she would definitely bite him to death! Damn it!

But right now, she was no match for this man. Helpless, she could only resign herself to her fate.

But she was truly furious!

As if sensing the resentment in Kuroka’s heart, Aslan wasn’t angry, pretended nothing was wrong, and continued standing on the mountain peak.

He calmly looked down.

“Hmm... It will be over soon. The members of the Hero Faction are quite good, the others... Well, hard to say, tsk.”

Especially Cao Cao. Although the Longinus Spear had been taken from him, as it contained the will of the Biblical God, it was quite important for the resurrection of the Biblical God.

It certainly couldn’t be left in Cao Cao’s hands. As compensation, Aslan took out a bunch of Five-Digit Gifts from Little Garden, letting him choose one.

Cao Cao chose a Five-Digit spear, and was currently still in the process of adapting to it.

However, it seemed his adaptation was going quite well. Cao Cao was now pressuring Yasaka, the Nine-Tailed Fox Youkai who was also the local Land God, so much that she couldn’t lift her head.

A short while later, a woman wearing a yellow-and-black Shinto miko outfit, with bright blonde hair, fox ears, and a very prominent figure, was brought forward by Cao Cao with his spear.

Seeing that the Leader of the Kyoto Youkai and her other trusted Youkai had been defeated and surrendered.

The other Kyoto Youkai gave up their resistance and raised their hands in surrender.

Seeing the beautiful blonde fox-eared woman, Kuroka’s pupils contracted, and she unconsciously spoke.

“Yasaka-sama!”

Yasaka frowned, looked at Kuroka in Aslan’s embrace, and sighed helplessly.

Then she looked at Aslan, speaking in a soft tone.

“Unfamiliar mighty one, I am the Leader of this Kyoto, the Nine-Tailed Fox Youkai, Yasaka.”

“Now that I am defeated, I ask you to release the Kyoto Youkai. I will lead them away from Kyoto.”

She stopped there, looked at Aslan with determined eyes, and spoke in a very peaceful tone.

“The Cat Youkai in your hands has nothing to do with Kyoto, and nothing to do with the Youkai forces. She is actually a Stray Devil, and is an SS-class target hunted by the Devils.”

“I ask you to release her. Otherwise, if the Devil faction comes looking for her, you will also face great trouble.”

Even though defeated and captured, Yasaka still maintained the demeanor of a Youkai Leader, which unexpectedly made Aslan think more highly of her.

However, Aslan didn’t answer, only looked at the beautiful blonde fox woman in front of him with interest, and countered with a question.

“If you leave, who will manage the climate of this Kyoto?”

“Such strong faith and this divinity, it’s almost condensing into a Divine Authority.”

He paused, shook his head, and spoke with a hint of regret.

“It’s a pity, this small place cannot support the birth of a Divine Authority. If she were in Little Garden, she would have undoubtedly become a Land God long ago.”

Yasaka frowned, deeply puzzled.

Land God? Hadn’t she long been a Land God? She had received the faith of Kyoto for thousands of years.

Why was the other party denying it?

Yasaka didn’t understand, but she understood the first sentence.

Aslan didn’t want her to leave.

Thinking this, Yasaka sighed softly in her heart, her expression gradually becoming firm as she made a decision.

“If you wish for me to stay and manage Kyoto’s climate, I can stay.”

“But I ask you to release the Kyoto Youkai, and also this Cat Youkai.”

Protecting the Kyoto Youkai was her duty as their Leader.

At this moment, Aslan paused, his gaze shifting from Yasaka to the Youkai below.

A bad feeling arose in Yasaka’s heart. Was this man going to attack the Kyoto Youkai?

Yasaka took a deep breath, preparing to mobilize the Natural Spirit Energy of Kyoto and the faith she had accumulated over the years.

She knew the situation had developed in the worst possible direction.

Then the next moment, the tip of Cao Cao’s spear thrust forward slightly. The Truth Idea spear directly disrupted the faith and magical power Yasaka was mobilizing.

“Ugh!”

Yasaka’s throat felt sweet, a trickle of red blood flowing from the corner of her mouth.

Aslan narrowed his eyes, said with a smile.

“This Kyoto, no, all the Youkai in this world, I want them, understand?”

“You want to become the Youkai Leader?”

Yasaka’s expression was very strange. She felt extremely uncomfortable right now.

If you wanted to become the Youkai Leader, why not just say so from the start? Making her worry for so long.

The status of Youkai in Japan wasn’t high. If a powerful being was willing to protect the Youkai, they would welcome it with open arms.

“Youkai Leader? Master of the Youkai? The meaning doesn’t seem too different.”

Aslan held his chin, thought for a moment, then nodded slightly.

“It can be understood that way, right?”

In a sense, the meaning wasn’t too different.
Aslan was also too lazy to nitpick.

“In that case, since I am now the Youkai Leader, let me announce my first agenda as the Youkai Leader!”

“Don’t you all think there are too many Youkai factions in Japan? The Youkai forces of Japan need only one master!”

“One master?”

Kuroka and Yasaka were momentarily stunned, then their expressions changed.

“Correct, One Master, The Only God! Is there a problem?”

Yasaka shook her head, speaking in a tone that was almost tearful.

“No problem, no problem at all, My Lord.”

So, the ones actually controlling the Khaos Brigade were religious fanatics from the Vatican?

Instantly, Yasaka understood why Kyoto was attacked by them.

She now only felt that the future of Japan’s Youkai was extremely bleak!!

Saying this, Aslan hugged Kuroka, turned around, and looked at the Youkai and Khaos Brigade members below. He spoke in a loud voice.

“Lost sheep, we have taken the first step in spreading the Light of God!”

“The next step is to let all Youkai bathe in the Light of God!”

-

Title: Could He Be The Biblical God?

Kyoto, Yasaka Shrine.

A little girl wearing red and white miko attire, with fluffy fox ears on her head, her face incredibly cute, and appearing to be about middle school age, angrily pushed aside the miko blocking her path and rushed into the shrine.

“Mother, what’s this about transferring schools?”

“Why are you making me transfer to Kuoh Academy and asking Sairaorg Bael to have me stay with Himejima Akeno?”

Inside the shrine, Yasaka, who had changed into a Shinto Priestess outfit, looked at her daughter Kunou’s pale face, and after hesitating, spoke.

“Kunou, be good. Mother has her own considerations in this matter.”

At this point, Yasaka felt guilty.

What considerations did she have? Could she say that the Kyoto Youkai forces were now controlled by the Khaos Brigade?

They were also preparing to sweep through all the forces in Kyoto, and even the entire Japanese Youkai community? That the leader, the Holy Son, even planned to conquer the three main factions of Biblical Mythology: Angels, Devils, and Fallen Angels?

But how could they, with just the Khaos Brigade and Youkai, touch these mythological powers?

Almost every mythological power had at least a few Main God-class monsters.

That is, Transcendent-class power, Legendary Five Digits.

Whereas their highest-level Youkai only had power equivalent to the Devil King class.

As for the Khaos Brigade, unless Ophis the Infinite Dragon God acted, they were just slightly larger Youkai.

The so-called terrorist organization was actually just a small organization that didn’t dare show itself. If they were truly powerful, why not form a Mythology? Occupy vast territories?

Now the Youkai had no way to escape. The only thing she could do was find a backer for her daughter.

Kuoh City in Kanagawa Prefecture, controlled by the Devils, was a good place.

“Considerations? What considerations?”

Kunou’s cheeks puffed up, and she said angrily.

“I just saw the higher-ups of the Hyakki Yakou (Night Parade of a Hundred Demons) and the higher-ups of the Khaos Brigade going off together to declare war on the forces in Kyoto.”

“The Khaos Brigade is a wanted terrorist organization, Mother!”

“Why is Mother cooperating with such a terrorist organization?”

“Mother, didn’t you say that the Youkai forces are weak, and must hide and manage carefully?”

“Even though I’m a child, I’m not a fool!”

Hearing her daughter’s words, Yasaka also sighed helplessly.

She could naturally tell that Kunou had learned these things from subordinates who weren’t taken to battle.

However, even so, Yasaka couldn’t possibly tell her daughter the truth.

If she really told her, given her daughter’s personality, she would definitely rush to find the Khaos Brigade’s Holy Son to settle things, and then the situation would become difficult to resolve.

But what could she do? The situation was that they were weaker than the others!

She had no choice. Even if she led the Youkai in protest, what else could happen besides increasing casualties?

But for her daughter’s sake, she could only suppress the anxiety in her heart.

“Mother is doing all this for a reason. Actually, the Khaos Brigade is no longer a terrorist organization.”

Yasaka put on a serious face and said earnestly.

“Kunou, Mother actually just met the leader of the Khaos Brigade, Ophis the Infinite Dragon God. Now we are cooperating with the Khaos Brigade.”

If meeting once counted... Yasaka recalled the little black-haired girl following Aslan.

“The Khaos Brigade is helping us reclaim Kyoto and cleanse the foreign forces from the Kyoto Youkai.”

“Really?”

A hint of doubt appeared in Kunou’s eyes.

“Of course it’s true.”

Yasaka gritted her teeth and nodded.

“Mother, you know the Infinite Dragon God?”

Faced with her mother’s firm stance, Kunou became a little uncertain.

“Of course.”

Yasaka could only try to appear proud.

“Then, Mother... Can I go play with Ophis-sama?”

Kunou gently licked her lips, looking at Yasaka with sparkling eyes.

Yasaka was momentarily stunned, but still tried to maintain her surface pride.

“No, that’s Ophis-sama, we must show her proper respect!”

Yasaka said, struggling to keep her face stern.

However, at that moment, an urgent voice was heard, followed by hurried footsteps.

“Ophis-sama, wait for me!”

A petite black-haired girl in gothic fashion with a delicate face walked towards Kunou with a calm expression.

Behind her was Jeanne, responsible for taking care of Ophis.

Kunou, who was behind Yasaka, saw Ophis’s figure and happily waved to her.

“Ophis!!”

Since Aslan was leading the Khaos Brigade to clean up the chaotic forces in Kyoto, it was somewhat inconvenient to bring Ophis along.

Coincidentally, when they arrived at the Kyoto Youkai headquarters, Yasaka Shrine, he saw Kunou, the cute little Nine-Tailed Fox girl, so he asked her to play with Ophis, making Kunou Ophis’s playmate.

At the same time, it was to cultivate Ophis’s curiosity about the outside world. As his dragon, she couldn’t remain this simple forever.

It’s just that Kunou didn’t know Ophis’s identity at the time.

While Yasaka was dumbfounded, watching Ophis playing with her daughter, she was somewhat at a loss for words.

She could only laugh, a laugh full of awkwardness and confusion.

Just at that moment, another set of hurried footsteps was heard.

“Supreme Commander!! Supreme Commander!! It’s terrible!!”

A crow-headed Youkai rushed in, speaking panickedly.

“Supreme Commander, it’s terrible! The Infinite Dragon God has come to the shrine, all the Youkai who tried to block her were taken down!”

The corner of Yasaka’s mouth twitched helplessly. Her eyes couldn’t help but glance at her foolish and fearless daughter.

(Perhaps you’re a bit too late?)

The Tengu seemed to realize something, turned and saw Ophis, and the next second his face turned pale, and he immediately fainted from fear.

“Terrible!! Terrible!! The Fallen Angel church has been destroyed!”

The next second, another Youkai ran in, panting as he reported to Yasaka.

“What did you say?”

Yasaka stood up quickly, speaking disbelievingly.

“Are our people alright?”

“They’re fine, how could there be any problems.”

The Youkai said this, his expression strange.

“It’s just that the Khaos Brigade members moved too fast. We didn’t manage to capture a single enemy. All those Fallen Angels have been taken down.”

“This...”

Yasaka was a little confused. What was this about?

“But what’s wrong then? Why are you so panicked?”

“The Fallen Angel leader, Baraqiel the God of Thunder, has made a move.”

The Youkai swallowed, speaking tremblingly.

“What?”

Yasaka put on a serious face again, asking in surprise.

“Then? Who won?”

The little Youkai shuddered, saying nervously.

“Baraqiel, when facing the Holy Son, immediately knelt on the ground and began repenting.”

“Many Fallen Angels directly turned back into Angels.”

Yasaka’s face paled. She was stunned in disbelief.

Baraqiel being defeated, she could still understand.

(But what does it mean that Fallen Angels directly turned back into Angels?)

(Do you really think you’re the Biblical God walking the earth? Making Fallen Angels revert to Angels so easily?)

(Isn’t the direction this is developing a bit too incorrect?)

Yasaka was a little dazed. Could Aslan really be the Biblical God?

However, if Aslan really was the Biblical God, Yasaka actually felt relieved.

As a Great Youkai, and also the Land God of Kyoto, she knew enough about some hidden secrets.

The Biblical God’s reputation was still very good. Love, compassion, and power were true descriptions of Him.

It’s just that the Biblical God hadn’t appeared for many years.

Thinking this, Yasaka suddenly stopped panicking.

However, there were still many doubts in her heart. Why wouldn’t the Biblical God use the good Angels, but instead recruit the Khaos Brigade?

Even though most Khaos Brigade members were traitors among Devils, Angels, and Fallen Angels.

Were the loyal Angels not good to use? Or was the loyalty of the Angels problematic?

Or perhaps Aslan wasn’t the Biblical God.

Or did he have other plans?

With doubts in her heart, Yasaka looked at Kunou with a hint of worry and sighed inwardly.

At that moment, Kunou seemed to sense her mother’s worry. She asked Ophis curiously.

“Ophis-chan, who is stronger, you or Aslan Onii-chan?”

Ophis was silent for a moment. After a while, she shook her head, carefully tasting Aslan’s aura.

“I can’t sense his aura.”

Ophis paused here, speaking a little uncertainly.

(Wait...)

Something’s wrong?

The Infinite Dragon God can’t sense his aura? As a Great Youkai who had lived for thousands of years, Yasaka was very clear about what it meant to be unable to sense an aura.

Either Aslan was on the same level as Ophis, and Aslan was extremely skilled at hiding his aura; or Aslan’s power far exceeded Ophis’s, and Ophis couldn’t sense it.

As for a weaker person being able to hide their aura in front of a far stronger being... There was only one possibility: the weak person was pretending to be a pig to eat the tiger.

Aura wasn’t easy to hide, especially in front of a Dragon species with extremely sharp perception.

Thinking this, Yasaka became somewhat enlightened.

The person leading the Khaos Brigade who defeated her really was the legendary Biblical God.

Instantly, she became joyful. This seemed to be an opportunity for the Youkai.

Becoming subordinates of the Biblical God? How many existences wanted to be the ‘dogs’ of the Biblical God but lacked the channel.

A glint of determination flashed in Yasaka’s eyes.

This time, the Japanese Youkai’s opportunity must be grasped. Whether they could rise or not depended on this moment.

They had been oppressed by various Mythological powers for long enough.

Thinking this, Yasaka waved her hand to the Youkai below.

“You all may leave. Prepare wine for the Holy Son, prepare to celebrate the Holy Son’s victory!”

Meanwhile, she herself would change into appropriate attire, to pour wine for Aslan, and strive to be a serving maid.

Of course, if she could leave behind descendants, that would be even better.

After all, the Nine-Tailed Fox Clan always reproduced through Parthenogenesis; she was still a virgin.

-

Title: Wake Up! Our God is a Goddess!

Nighttime, Yasaka Shrine was filled with Youkai aura. All sorts of strange Youkai gathered here, along with members of the Khaos Brigade.

The total number exceeded a thousand. With such a crowd, the atmosphere became lively and bustling.

“Your Holiness, how should we handle these prisoners?”

A few priests who had defected from the church, along with some Fallen Angels, led a group of prisoners forward.

These were the prisoners captured during the cleansing of various forces in Kyoto who refused to submit. There were humans and devils among them.

Most came from the Five Principal Clans, Buddhist sects, and the Devil faction.

As for the Angel churches, they surrendered the moment they saw Aslan. Besides, the Angels had no expansionist ambitions, and there were only a few churches in Kyoto.

Aslan, holding Kuroka in her black cat form in his embrace, glanced casually and said calmly.

“Drive them away. Turn them into ransom money and distribute it as a subsidy bonus.”

“As you command, Your Holiness.”

The priests saluted Aslan, then herded the prisoners away.

As for the mentioned subsidy bonus, asking their factions to ransom them?

Sorry, these fanatics didn’t even consider what Aslan had just said.

Rejecting the Light of God was their greatest sin.

And sinners must be judged.

Even if they were to be returned, it should be after judgment.

“Your Holiness, the banquet is ready. What wine do you prefer? I, Shuten-dōji, guarantee you’ll be satisfied!”

The red-haired middle-aged man patted his chest in assurance.

“Regular red wine is fine.”

Aslan explained casually, paused, turned his head, and looked at Shuten-dōji with curiosity.

“By the way, you’re a Youkai Leader, right?”

“No, no, no, how could you say that? Our only Youkai Leader is you, Your Holiness.”

Shuten-dōji shook his head wildly. Seriously, if he dared claim to be a Youkai Leader here, did he believe the fanatics present could tear him to pieces?

After all, he came seeking support. He only managed to sneak in stubbornly. How could he retreat easily?

“Forget it. Whoever is willing to follow me is my person.”

Aslan didn’t care who was who. What mattered was that they acknowledged his identity.

A rough-and-tumble organization didn’t bother with such details.

When they reached Little Garden, professional staff would naturally integrate the forces here. By then, a little training would suffice.

Besides, it wasn’t his responsibility. At most, he would beg Athena! (With a solid reason)

“Alright then, let the feast begin. You can all relax a bit, no need to be so stiff.”

Watching the Youkai imitating the movements, Aslan found it a bit unbearable. A little barbaric is fine, but why imitate the Eucharist way of eating?

Hey, that Tengu can’t use a knife and fork, so just don’t! He almost cut his own claw, what’s that about?

Turns out being this Holy Son isn’t easy.

Just as Aslan was feeling slightly troubled, a beautiful blonde woman, wearing a red-and-white yukata that was open, proactively walked to his side.

She gently poured wine for him.

“Alright, everyone can relax. After all, we are the hosts. We should use our Youkai etiquette to welcome His Holiness the Holy Son!”

“Everyone, drink up!!”

A heroic voice sounded from beside Aslan. The beautiful Nine-Tailed Fox woman Yasaka raised a wine jar, downing it in large gulps.

The undrunk part spilled onto her body. The already thin yukata became wet, turning semi-transparent, revealing infinite curvaceous beauty.

With Yasaka setting the example, the local Youkai also relaxed more. The feast gradually took on a festive atmosphere, becoming lively.

Aslan saw Yasaka proactively come to his side, acting as a serving maid pouring wine. He didn’t mind, even proactively embraced Yasaka.

“By the way, what does it feel like to stroke a Nine-Tailed Fox’s tail?”

Aslan asked curiously, purely for scientific research.

Yasaka was very cooperative, proactively showing her tail and ears, letting him do whatever he wanted.

When comfortably stroked by Aslan, she even couldn’t help but let out a coquettish sound.

“Your Holiness, this cup is for you! Please forgive this humble one’s impropriety...”

(Oh my god, Yasaka, what are you doing?)

Seeing Yasaka, the Nine-Tailed Fox who had protected her for a while, proactively surrender herself.

Forced to maintain her cat form, Kuroka was dumbfounded.

Hey, what happened after being forced into cat form by this guy?

She was only gone for a few hours, trying to proactively return to human form. Why did the world become so strange?

After being forced into cat form and forcibly petted for a while, Aslan saw Kuroka’s resistance and released her.

He just forgot to release her cat form, causing Kuroka to be unable to revert despite trying everything.

She wanted to see if Yasaka had a way, but upon returning, she saw her surrendering herself here.

(Weren’t you just threatened by this guy during the day, forced to join him?)

(Isn’t the direction this is developing a bit wrong?)

(Damn it, damn it! Kunou-dono, what kind of big shot are you playing with? That’s the Infinite Dragon God beside you, right?)

(How can you play so casually with the Infinite Dragon God?)

(Your mother has found you a stepfather, can’t you see?)

Kuroka looked at the current Yasaka Shrine, utterly stunned. She suspected she had come to the wrong timeline.

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Kyoto, outskirts, an abandoned church, black feathers fell from the sky.

“Baraqiel, what about the Khaos Brigade intelligence investigation?”

Baraqiel, who had nailed himself to a cross, opened his eyes, looking at the man wearing a pristine white suit, a purple bowtie, with black and yellow hair, who looked more like a thug than the Governor of the Fallen Angels.

Azazel.

The first Fallen Angel who fell from heaven in the Bible, and the current Governor of the Fallen Angels.

“What’s your current situation?”

Azazel stood in front of the church, looking at Baraqiel who had one white wing and one black wing, asking with some confusion.

“Aren’t you a Fallen Angel? Why does it seem like you’re about to become an Angel again?”

Baraqiel nailed to the cross, was silent for a moment and said.

“I don’t know either. I only know that I am currently repenting, repenting for the mistakes I made in the past, repenting for disappointing Shuri, disappointing Akeno.”

Baraqiel said this, his entire being enveloped in repentance, and another one of his wings turned back to white.

“I want to avenge Shuri, I want to raise Akeno properly, I want to return to God’s side.”

“Hmm?”

Azazel’s expression became serious for the first time.

“Is it the Holy Son of the Khaos Brigade?”

The main members of the Khaos Brigade, besides the Hero Faction controlled by Indra, and some deviant wizards, were all traitors from the three factions: Fallen Angels, Angels, and Devils.

Of course, there were also spies placed within the Khaos Brigade.

But since this morning, those spies hadn’t sent any news; even if he proactively contacted them, he couldn’t get through.

The only thing certain was that the Khaos Brigade had an additional Holy Son, who had become the leader of the Khaos Brigade and gained Ophis’s support.

“No, that’s not a Holy Son, that is the Incarnation of God.”

Baraqiel’s eyes showed fanaticism. The light power in his body grew stronger and more holy.

“You haven’t forgotten, have you? God is dead! Died in the Great War!”

Azazel couldn’t help but shout angrily. He couldn’t resist slapping Baraqiel.

Trying to make Baraqiel come to his senses a little.

*SMACK!*

The sound of a slap was heard!

Baraqiel came to his senses a little but still said somewhat dazedly.

“Could it be that God has resurrected?”

Then, the corner of Azazel’s mouth couldn’t help but twitch.

“I think you’ve gone crazy from being beaten!!”

“Our God is a Goddess! Baraqiel, you couldn’t possibly have forgotten this, right?”

Azazel shouted into Baraqiel’s ear angrily.

The loud voice penetrated Baraqiel’s head, and he finally woke up.

Finally, he found the biggest bug: Aslan was a man. Although he was indeed handsome and could be considered god-like in appearance.

But they would never forget their God’s appearance. It was an intoxicatingly divine face, one they could never forget even after seeing it just once.

With this, Baraqiel finally stopped his descent towards goodness.

He released himself from the cross, and then Baraqiel fell silent.

“Then who is he?”

Hearing that, Azazel also fell silent.

Being able to make Fallen Angels repent just by his presence, and return to being Angels as before.

If this isn’t God, then who is?

Besides God, he couldn’t think of a second possibility.

“I don’t know, but it’s definitely not God.”

Azazel said gloomily.

“Our difficulty now is how we should deal with this Holy Son.”

Baraqiel said in a heavy voice. He had thought for a long time but found no solution.

No, he found one, but he rejected it.

But after all, making Fallen Angels spontaneously repent and return to being Angels was too terrifying for the Fallen Angels.

It was no different from killing themselves.

They themselves couldn’t endure heaven’s strict rules, which is why they chose to fall.

As for within the Khaos Brigade, although there were people from the Fallen Angel faction, they were either Fallen Ones from the Abyss or servants who escaped from under the Fallen Angels.

The Fallen Angel population was small. They themselves fell from heaven. Their management was quite loose. Who would join the Khaos Brigade without reason?

“Hey, how powerful do you think the Holy Son is?”

Azazel suddenly asked curiously. He had already thought of a way to deal with it.

“A despairing difference. If the other party wanted to kill me, he could do it with just a thought.”

Baraqiel closed his eyes and recalled, muttering to himself.

“Unfathomable. An existence more terrifying than the world’s top ten monsters. Preliminary estimate: Dragon God class.”

A faint smile appeared on Azazel’s face.

“How about we make him a real God? After all, the other party is already a Holy Son, and the Holy Son and God are one!”

-

Title: Forgiving Them is God’s Business

“And we also need a God.”

At this point, Azazel stood up, looking at Baraqiel in front of him with a serious face.

“This Biblical Mythology system is too tempting. It’s impossible to maintain it without the presence of a God.”

The world’s largest religion, with over two billion followers, occupying the Underworld and Heaven.

This is the current influence and faith of the Biblical Mythology.

But the current Biblical Mythology possesses such immense power, yet lacks a strong individual who can defend its foundation.

The power of the Biblical God was immense, like an insurmountable gap. Besides the Biblical God, even the strongest Michael didn’t make the list of the Top 10 Most Powerful Beings In The World.

However, to defend the foundation of the Biblical Mythology, at least one Dragon God-class powerhouse is needed.

Even Shiva, ranked second, couldn’t withstand a siege from other powerful beings.

Currently, the Devils, Angels, and Fallen Angels maintain a three-way war, just to conceal the truth that God is dead.

It’s just that after years of war, even though the intensity has been kept at a very low level, they are still somewhat unable to sustain it.

In the wars of the past, whether Devils, Angels, or Fallen Angels, all suffered heavy casualties.

However, the Devil population recovered thanks to the Evil Pieces created by Ajuka.

In contrast, the Fallen Angel and Angel populations have been declining year by year, with no new population additions for a long time.

The Fallen Angels are still okay, as there are falling Angels as additions.

Whereas the Angels... are truly not many.

Now, for them, the choices are either to continue holding on, disguising the truth that the Biblical God isn’t dead, or to reveal the truth that God is dead.

There are only two choices before them: bad and worse.

Hearing this, Baraqiel fell silent.

After a long time, Baraqiel spoke. He closed his eyes slightly, thinking of Aslan’s holy appearance, with endless light.

“Will Michael and the others agree?”

This is the real problem. After all, the Devil side is still okay; Sirzechs and Ajuka aren’t conservative old fogies who don’t know what’s good for them.

Plus, Devils are inherently a rebellious race; they only need to nominally acknowledge Aslan.

Whereas Fallen Angels are essentially fallen Angels, with no rules. No one cares if there’s a God above.

Acknowledging the Holy Son as God, as long as a few of their top leaders agree, it’s enough.

But God resides in Heaven, and the Angels in Heaven are true fanatics for God. Making them acknowledge the Holy Son as God is almost like a daydream.

They would rather die together with a False God than have even a single thought of disrespect towards God.

“I don’t know.”

Faced with Baraqiel’s question, Azazel shook his head.

“But I think God would agree. God never minded others sharing His light.”

“Just like when I fell, God never punished me. He still considered us His children.”

Azazel said this, forcing a smile onto his face.

“God was always so gentle.”

Although he would have preferred God to punish him back then; otherwise, there wouldn’t be so many Fallen Angels.

“But God is gone.”

Baraqiel said gloomily.

“That’s why we need a New God!”

Azazel said firmly.

“You are the Governor of the Fallen Angels. The decision is yours.”

Baraqiel shook his head nonchalantly. He didn’t care what Azazel thought. The most important point of Fallen Angels is freedom.

“I just want revenge now. I’ve held back for too long.”

Baraqiel said in a heavy voice. For the so-called situation, for the so-called big picture, he had sacrificed too much.

In the past, Baraqiel secretly fell in love with a member of the Himejima family lineage of Japan’s Five Principal Clans, and they had a daughter, Himejima Akeno. He planned to live a secluded life after his daughter grew up.

However, that happiness didn’t last long. During a conflict of forces.

Azazel had to recall Baraqiel to the Fallen Angel headquarters to face a great enemy.

And Baraqiel’s enemy at that time contacted the Himejima Family, using the Himejima Family’s hostility towards heretics within the clan, successfully surrounding and killing Baraqiel’s wife.

Although Baraqiel eradicated those enemies afterward, due to the alliance of the Five Principal Clans, and the greedy views of Angels, Devils, and other Mythologies.

It resulted in the Himejima Family lineage being forcibly maintained. The Himejima Family Head who ordered the killing of Baraqiel’s wife is still alive and well.

And his daughter, Akeno, also hates Baraqiel for his cowardice and her mother’s tragic death.

Because of Aslan, he repented, repented why he cared so much about the big picture back then, why he couldn’t just cleanse the Five Principal Clans directly.

Forgiving them is God’s business. And what Baraqiel wants to do now is simply send them to meet God.

At most, he’ll repent again for his mistakes at their graves.

He believes the Holy Son... ah, no, God will understand him.

“Azazel, you’re not going to stop me again, are you?”

“Whoa, whoa, I’m not an unreasonable Fallen Angel either.”

Azazel sighed, said with a complicated mood.

“Last time it was because we truly couldn’t move, but this time...”

The corner of Azazel’s mouth lifted slightly, and he said in a teasing tone.

“The Holy Son needs heretics cleansed in Kyoto, right?”

“Stubborn old men like the Five Principal Clans must be heretics, right? Isn’t it perfectly normal for heretics to be cleansed?”

“Thank you, Azazel, I’ll treat you to a drink next time.”

Baraqiel thanked him, spread his Fallen Angel wings, and disappeared from the church.

Azazel heard this, looked in the direction Baraqiel disappeared, shook his head helplessly, and sighed.

“I hope when I see you again, you’re still a Fallen Angel. And why does this Holy Son feel a bit off?”

Azazel smacked his lips, muttered to himself with some suspicion.

What kind of priest makes others repent, but the repentance is for not being cruel enough?

Although that is indeed what Baraqiel regrets most.

“But, letting an existence like this become our God, doesn’t seem bad?”

Azazel pinched his chin, smiled and nodded.

Their previous God was too kind-hearted, lacking a bit of imperial dominance, always wanting to solve all problems himself.

Too much like a God.

Unlike this Holy Son Aslan, he has a human side, likes beauty. He feels he and Aslan have much in common to talk about.

Thinking this, Azazel nodded in agreement.

“However, if Baraqiel really goes to pledge allegiance and participate in the heretic cleansing, I should inform the Holy Son first.”

“The matter of making the Holy Son the substitute God also needs to be discussed with Him.”

Azazel rubbed his chin, thought for a moment, then walked out of the church. He bought a letter at a nearby convenience store and wrote some content.

Then, he folded the letter into a paper plane, looked towards Yasaka Shrine in the distance, and threw it.

After doing this, Azazel straightened his clothes, turned around, and walked into the small alleys of Kyoto.

“Next, let’s see if He is willing to meet me.”

“I really don’t know from which corner this Holy Son emerged...”

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Kyoto, outskirts, inside a large Japanese-style residential complex surrounding a small hill.

The sound of hurried footsteps was heard almost all night without stopping.

Faced with this abnormal situation, Himejima Suzaku had no choice but to crawl out of her futon, put on a kimono, and walk out of her room with a cold face.

Suzaku, who tied her hair high, had a appearance similar to Akeno’s but more alluring, walked through the corridor and arrived at the main courtyard.

She stopped a rushing servant and asked.

“What’s happening? So panicked.”

The servant saw Suzaku and hurriedly bowed his head in salute.

Faced with the definite future head of the family, the pride of the Himejima Family, the talented woman who inherited the Sacred Bird Vermillion Spirit, the servant had to show the utmost respect.

“The family’s main staff in Kyoto have been captured by the Kyoto Youkai forces and the Khaos Brigade. Now the Family Head (Suou Himejima) is gathering people, contacting the other four families, preparing to go to war against the Youkai and Khaos Brigade.”

“What?”

Suzaku heard the news, her face sank, and she asked.

“What’s the specific situation? Tell me everything you know.”

“As you command.”

The servant nodded and recounted everything that happened yesterday to Suzaku.

The Khaos Brigade suddenly attacked the Youkai forces. After defeating the Youkai Leader, they quickly began cleansing other forces in Kyoto.

“All the headquarters of the Five Principal Clans were cleansed? The Fallen Angel Baraqiel was almost baptized? Six leading monks of the Buddhist Sect passed away?”

Suzaku couldn’t help but massage her temples, suspecting she wasn’t awake yet.

But quickly, she dismissed that thought.

The top priority was to find out the Holy Son’s objectives, and then treat the symptoms.

Suzaku completely disagreed with Suou, the Family Head’s, action of immediately going to war.

She knew full well that conservative and arrogant people like Suou would never tolerate their headquarters in Kyoto being attacked.

Just like a few years ago, even though he knew Shuri’s lover was Baraqiel the God of Thunder, he still bore the pressure to execute her, even wanting to execute Akeno as well.

The Himejima Family was already rotten.

Just at that moment, a dazzling light shone in her view.

A few seconds later, the rumbling sound of thunder was heard.

Followed by the screams of servants.

“The Family Head is dead!”

“Enemy attack, enemy attack!!”

And that familiar, relieved laughter.

“Is the Himejima Family ready to receive our punishment?”

Followers of other religions can still be educated, but heretics can only be punished.

Hearing this voice, Suzaku’s face turned serious. She recognized whose voice it was.

“Baraqiel the God of Thunder.”

Suzaku said with a complicated expression. The Himejima Family’s retribution had finally come.

The Himejima Family finally welcomed its end.

After a long silence, Suzaku sighed.

“It seems this is the only way?”

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Title: I Don’t, I Didn’t Do It, No Way!

Morning, in the side hall of Yasaka Shrine.

Aslan sat in front of a low table laden with food and alcohol, pouring and drinking by himself.

Beside him, Kuroka was still maintaining her black cat form.

At the moment, Kuroka was squatting on the tatami, staring at the floor, her cat face looking complicated.

“Not going to change back to human form?”

Aslan swirled his wine glass, glanced at Kuroka and said casually.

Mentioning this, Kuroka became annoyed. Without the slightest hesitation, she leaped at Aslan’s face, swinging her claws fiercely.

She wanted to change back, but why hadn’t that guy lifted the restriction on her?

Aslan pinched the scruff of Kuroka’s neck, watching her flail her claws wildly, and rolled his eyes helplessly.

“Didn’t I just restrict your form?”

As he spoke, Aslan directly lifted the restriction on Kuroka. Now the girl could return to human form.

It’s just that Kuroka seemed angry. After the restriction was lifted, she stubbornly insisted on staying in her cat form.

Aslan smiled helplessly, shook his head, and continued drinking by himself.

At that moment, the sound of footsteps was heard, a small Youkai leading the awaited guest arrived at the entrance of the side hall.

“Your Holiness, the guest has arrived.”

The sliding door was slowly pulled open, and then the middle-aged man wearing a white suit, with a sly smile, appeared behind the Youkai.

Aslan casually waved his hand, pointing to the low table in front of him.

“Please, have a seat.”

Azazel’s pupils contracted. He stepped forward smiling and casually sat cross-legged on the floor.

“In that case, I gladly accept.”

“No women to accompany you drinking, is that alright?”

Aslan poured a glass of wine for himself. “Ah,what a pity.”

Azazel showed an expression bored with the loss of life’s pleasures. The reason he fell from Heaven was for beautiful women.

Aslan shrugged and said.

“The ordinary ones aren’t interesting. If an interesting one pours wine for you, it doesn’t taste good. So, I didn’t arrange for anyone.”

“Oh? What a domineering statement.”

The corner of Azazel’s mouth curved, and he said with a flirtatious expression.

“I wonder what kind of women the Holy Son likes?”

Aslan looked up at him, stretched out his hand, opened his five fingers, then slowly clenched them into a fist.

“I want all of them.”

“Hmm, truly domineering.”

Azazel laughed. He poured a glass of wine for himself, and once full, raised his glass in a toast to Aslan.

“This glass is for our meeting this time, and I also hope we can forget any previous unpleasantness.”

After he finished speaking, he directly downed the wine in the glass.

Aslan saw this and didn’t stop him, just smiled and said.

“Was there any unpleasantness between us?”

“Hmm?”

Azazel, who had finished drinking, frowned. In an instant, he understood the meaning, and smiled.

“Of course, there is no unpleasantness between us.”

He thought he could speak more directly now, without needing to test the waters bit by bit.

Thinking this, a bright smile appeared on Azazel’s face.

“I wonder if the Holy Son is aware of a certain piece of news?”

Azazel skillfully picked up a piece of thinly sliced pig ear with chopsticks, put it in his mouth, and said with a hint of mystery.

“Oh? What news?”

Aslan put down his wine glass, picked up a peanut, and asked curiously.

“God is dead, died in the Great War.”

Kuroka, who had been daydreaming, was instantly stunned upon hearing this.

What did that mean? What did he mean God is dead?

Isn’t God right here?

Then if God is dead? Who is this Holy Son?

Although Kuroka missed a lot of what happened yesterday afternoon, she was a Nekomata. After asking a few cat Youkai, she managed to fill in the information.

She also regretted her reckless assassination attempt.

However, now she was completely confused.

Judging by the situation, it seemed God had been dead for thousands of years.

Aslan’s expression didn’t change in the slightest; he was still calmly eating snacks.

Azazel’s pupils suddenly contracted, and then the playfulness on his face lessened a bit, his expression gradually becoming serious.

(How does he know? Could it have been leaked?)

(Impossible, right? The true news of God’s death is only known to the top leaders of our three factions.)

“It seems the Holy Son has known this news for a long time.”

Azazel smiled awkwardly, then raised his wine glass.

“This time I was wrong, I’ll drink as self-punishment, drink as self-punishment.”

“No problem.”

Aslan smiled and casually waved his hand.

Then, after Azazel finished drinking, Aslan took a sip of his wine. .

“By the way, I also have a piece of news here. I wonder if the Governor has heard it.”

Azazel heard this, looked at him seriously, and shook his head.

“Oh my, Your Holiness, don’t tease me. If you don’t tell me, how could I have heard this news?”

“True enough, in this world, besides me and Ophis, no one knows this news.”

Aslan casually waved his hand and didn’t continue dragging it out.

“In about thirty years, a world possessing several powerful beings far surpassing the Infinite Dragon God will launch an invasion into this world.”

“In the future I saw, the other side might behead Great Red with a single strike.”

Hearing this, the chopsticks in Azazel’s hand, which had just picked up food, slipped from his grasp and fell directly to the floor.

Aslan didn’t mind, continued eating calmly.

Azazel stared at him, looked at him seriously, and asked very gravely.

“Your Holiness, can the veracity of this news be confirmed?”

“Of course, otherwise, why would I seek out Ophis?”

Aslan said casually.

Azazel fell silent; he didn’t know what to say either.

Could he say that he originally came to surrender, hoping Aslan would take over God’s position?

But now it seemed, Aslan seemed to have no choice but to take over.

At such a critical time, the only existence that can unite all forces is God.

“Why so quiet? Shocked?”

Aslan smiled, poured himself a glass of wine, and took a light sip.

“I admit I’m shocked. I only wish all of this was just a dream.”

Azazel laughed self-deprecatingly.

“This isn’t a dream.”

Aslan calmly sipped his wine and said with a nonchalant gaze.

“This is a blood-soaked reality.”

As he spoke, Aslan directly projected two adjacent worlds, as well as a warship sailing towards the DxD world.

He had casually investigated the world on the other side. In his view, its technology wasn’t bad at all, especially the leading Mechanical Evil Gods.

In the eyes of others, these were Evil Gods, but in Aslan’s eyes, this was technology for mass-producing high-level Four Digit Mechanical Gods.

He had already captured some, from the weak to the strong, and given them to Asagi for research.

Incidentally, he also asked Shiroyasha to acquire any Divinity, Authority, or similar things related to mechanics, so he could control these Mechanical Evil Gods.

Azazel saw this, his pupils couldn’t help but contract, and he sighed.

“Is there no other way?”

“There is, unite all forces that can be united, there might still be a glimmer of hope.”

Aslan said very casually.

Hearing this, Azazel suddenly realized that this seemed to be an opportunity. He narrowed his eyes and said very seriously.

“So, you want to become God?”

“Ahem, ahem!”

Aslan choked on Azazel’s words, slightly caught off guard.

No, didn’t he say unite all forces that can be united? How did it instantly become about becoming God?

Of course Aslan knew that the ‘becoming God’ Azazel meant referred to becoming the One and Only God, the Biblical God.

(Hey, don’t flatter me right now. I have zero interest in being the One and Only God.)

“I don’t, I didn’t do it, no way!”

Aslan hurriedly waved his hands as if his foot had just been hit by a rock.

The One and Only God, that’s a huge pit.

The previous fake One and Only God was handled by him. How could he not know?

His future is bright, why would he take the wrong path of being the One and Only God?

Don’t you see, which powerful beings in Little Garden take the path of the One and Only God?

His family’s ancestors? Or the Great Sage? Or those two Goddesses? None.

Even Zeus, who once held an equivalent Authority, abandoned the One and Only God and avoids it like the plague.

“Do you understand what unity means?”

What he was thinking was simply defeating them, making them willingly contribute their power.

He had absolutely no intention of becoming the One and Only God.

Azazel’s expression became strange. Wasn’t it just replacing God to become a God? Why such a big reaction?

He didn’t react like this to the invasion from another world.

However, Azazel didn’t press further. He changed the subject.

“I wonder what your opinion is regarding the Fallen Angels?”

“No opinion! Except for a very rare few, the majority are pure trash, just wasting resources, I don’t even want them.”

Aslan glanced over with extreme disgust.
Member growth only relies on falling Angels.Except for a handful of top leaders, they are all combat-oriented factions.

Whereas the mid to low-level Fallen Angels spend every day seducing church members, hoping they’ll fall, or satisfying their own desires. Most of the time, they don’t listen to superiors’ orders, and “acting first, reporting later” and “insubordination” keep popping up.

Worse than the Devils.

Even Algol never considered these twisted Fallen Angels, let alone Aslan.

“However, if you are willing to change jobs, I greatly welcome you. I welcome all researchers here!”

Azazel’s skill level in Sacred Gears is quite good, only slightly below Ajuka among the Devils. These are all talents.

Azazel heard this, the corner of his mouth twitched, and he said in an unnatural tone.

“Forget it, at the very least I still have to be responsible for the Fallen Angels.”

Who told him to be the first Fallen Angel? The Fallen Angel structure was built by him. All Fallen Angels trust him, so he can only shoulder the responsibility.

“No problem. Working part-time at my place is also possible, right? Don’t you want to research the Mechanical Evil Gods from the other side?”

Aslan said very enthusiastically.