I, God Lord, recruit witches to make money

Chapter 221 Poaching is risky
Kasai District.

In a cafe decorated in warm colors, a man wears a peaked cap and a dark mask on his face. It seems that a certain big star is afraid of being recognized when he goes out.

The coffee ordered in front of me remained untouched, causing the waiter to stare at her frequently, thinking about which celebrity would match this face shape.

Because it had just opened, the coffee shop seemed very deserted.

A trace of flame penetrated from the crack in the door, followed the ground to the man's seat, and quietly climbed onto the table and said: "I am Jun Komori, the shrine maiden of Nohara Shrine. As per your request, I have come here secretly."

The man wearing a mask lowered his head and looked at the trace of flame. He sighed at the extraordinary magic in his heart and became more and more afraid. He whispered: "Sorry, I don't want to attract attention."

In fact, it is easier to attract the attention of outsiders, but saying such words will inevitably make the person opposite you have uneasy thoughts.

Jun Komori said nothing, and said through the ghost: "I understand, can you tell me what the task of this order is?"

The man nodded and said: "My mother has recently been entangled in a religion with extraordinary beings, no, it would be more appropriate to say that she is deeply involved in it.

She believed that the leader had the power to bring people back to life.

I want to resurrect my father, but that is impossible. I hope you will come forward to expose the lies of the leader, and if you can defeat him and send him to prison, that would be even better. "

"Where is the leader's stronghold?"

Jun Komori is full of disgust for this deceptive religion, but he will not say that the man's mother is too stupid.

Women just love their husbands so much that they cannot bear the pain of losing their husbands, and they don’t know how to relieve it.

Religions that take advantage of this to deceive are the ones who really deserve to die.

"At 07:30 in the morning, my mother will take their teaching car to go to the church to pray, and you can follow the teaching car to the stronghold at that time."

The man said, a little worried: "Is it okay?"

The voice in his head sounded very young, not like a reliable and strong person at all.

This is to find someone to fight, not to choose technicians in a club, but to choose young and beautiful girls.

If he had a choice, he hoped that the opponent would be a man with tire shoulders, an Araki face, and a man who could have the word "invincible" engraved on his face.

"Don't worry, I'm a professional witch."

Komori Jun comforted him, and by the way, he used his new abilities to influence others with his emotions.

The man felt his flustered heart was suddenly soothed by her words, nodded and said, "Well, come with me."

……

The man's name is Yoshikawa Yuta. He lives in a high-end community in Kasai District and works as a manager in a large company. His father was killed by a rich second-generation man while driving while drunk, and he received a large amount of compensation.

It can be said that he has a small family fortune.

He is not married, he pursues single hedonism, and has recently had the idea of ​​changing his mind.

It's too tiring to take care of a somewhat obsessed mother by myself. If you hire a nanny, there will be a layer of estrangement in the relationship, which is far less close than being a daughter-in-law.

Having grandchildren can also distract the mother from missing her father.

However, in the eyes of his mother Reiko Yoshikawa, these changes he made were not that he had grown up and was sensible, but that Almighty God was responding to her expectations, and he became more and more pious in his heart.

Yoshikawa Yuta had to choose to destroy that religion.

A religion that makes a living by deceiving middle-aged and elderly people should not have very powerful extraordinary beings. This is what my friend said.

He thought it made some sense, so he issued an order to the hunting spirit and asked the LV.3 transcendent to solve it.

The reason why the police were not notified was because Yoshikawa Yuta didn't believe the police. This wouldn't work, that wouldn't work, and everyone was issuing orders, so it was better to issue them yourself.

Anyway, he has the financial resources.

"This is my home. Please wait here for my mother to go out."

Yoshikawa Yuta pointed to a two-story villa with a yard. If you want to buy such a house in Kasai District, the price is not low.

"Hmm." The flames echoed, drifting inside.

Yoshikawa Yuta tightened his tie, hoping everything would go well, and turned to go to work.

Now he doesn't dare to drive. He just wants to squeeze into crowded places to avoid any accidents.

……

Jun Komori stayed in a park one kilometer away from Yoshikawa's home. To be precise, he was squatting on a branch, like a kitten climbing a tree.

The whole person shrank.

The snow-white footbags wrapped around her delicate and white ankles were so warm that you could clearly feel the sweat coming out of them.

She was holding a lotus-shaped lamp in her hand, with a flickering flame in the wick. It was not as bright as before, and she was half-way outside to monitor the situation of the Yoshikawa family.

Time passed while waiting. Jun Komori was not anxious. She was very patient and watched the time reach 07:30.

Yoshikawa Reiko walked out the door.

Komori Jun controlled the inner ghost to float to the back of her neck and land directly on her collar. The flame had no temperature, so there was no need to worry about burning through her clothes.

The inner ghost on the wick suddenly grew in size, rolled up 360 degrees in a clockwise direction, and swept her into it.

She can't leave her inner ghost too far now. One and a half kilometers is the limit. If she exceeds this distance, she will completely lose control.

If Yoshikawa Reiko wants to take a car, it will obviously be more than [-] kilometers away. If it is so close, she can definitely walk there.

Therefore, Jun Komori had reason to suspect that the other party went far away.

The vehicles that pick up believers are buses.

Jun Komori followed behind and met some people chasing monsters and others hunting evil spirits on the way.

The flames of the inner ghost emerged in the darkness of the city. She did not stop and focused on her order.

There was no brainwashing inside the bus, it seemed very quiet, and the speed was sometimes fast and sometimes slow.

I kept seeing people along the way, mostly middle-aged and elderly people.

Only at this age do you have enough regrets that you are unable to solve on your own, and you can only long for the mercy of the God who is above and looks down on all living beings.

……

Once the whole bus was full, it drove directly to the destination, turned off the main road, headed towards a remote and uninhabited trail, and finally stopped at an abandoned factory with a dilapidated appearance.

The dark blue iron gate is covered with mottled red rust, and large areas of wall paint have peeled off, revealing the dark cement underneath.

Weeds grew wildly, almost covering the entire open space in front of the factory. Five buses ran over them, leaving some traces.

This place is different from the place Jun Komori imagined.

The man in bright red clothes stood up and said to the believers, "We are here, get out of the car."

They stood up one after another, still remained silent, but their eyes and expressions looked more solemn, as if they had stepped into the area where God was.

Carefully follow the man in red to the inside of the factory.

"Plop, plop."

The sound of footsteps echoed faintly, the dusty cold air clung to the skin, and the turbid environment made people frown.

The machines inside the abandoned factory have long been evacuated, and believers from all over Tokyo have gathered here.

The bright sunlight shines through the narrow window, like a veil covering it, and can only barely illuminate part of the factory.

The overall environment seemed extremely dark and difficult to see.

A little spark quietly came out of the woman's trousers, circled out of sight, and began to float into the air.

The believers are dressed in casual clothes, but the believers are not. All of them are wearing red clothes that are easy to identify. There are nine of them. They emit weak fluctuations of Dharma thoughts, and their strength is the first level of extraordinary beings.

There are actually so many extraordinary beings in this sect?
Komori Jun was surprised, and glanced at the temporary platform. There were bronze pillars on it, and there were twisted human faces wrapped around the surface. This god did not look like a good god.

"Everyone," the bishop with the word benevolence and righteousness written on his face came on the stage, raised his slightly fat hand, and said loudly: "Let us go to the great."

A small spark suddenly grew in size and turned into a fireball like a small sun in the northwest corner of the factory.

"?" The bishop tilted his head, wondering what was going on when the fireball exploded into nine meteors that streaked through the air and fell on them accurately.

"Ahhhh!"

The bishop wailed and tried his best to extinguish the flames of his body, but he still couldn't stop the flames from inward from the pores, evaporating the blood, and roasting the blood vessels and internal organs.

The bishop slumped down on the stage, dark in appearance and smelling of roasted meat.

"I don't need any sacrifices, and I won't satisfy any of your wishes!"

"God never loves the world!"

Jun Komori believes that simple killings or personal testimony will not dispel their faith. It is better to pretend to be the god and tell them the cruel reality.

It can be regarded as completing one's own commission from the side.

"Funny little girl."

The murmur is not in the factory, but around? !

……

Jun Komori immediately transferred the ghost in the factory back to his side, and turned to look at the blond young man who spoke out.

The other party is dressed in a standard elite style.

A pair of shiny black leather shoes and a dark purple suit that fit tightly against his figure, as if they were tailor-made by a high-end craftsman, and his blond hair was neatly combed back.

Elegant and formal.

"Who are you?" Komori Jun's face was full of vigilance. She never relaxed her attention around her, but she still didn't notice how the other person appeared beside her.

"Marvin Nichols."

The man announced his name in a gentle voice, "Don't be nervous, those losers will die when they die. Your value is much greater than them."

"I'm not asking for your name. You're not human."

Komori Jun's eyes turned cold, and his white fingers clasped the lamp handle.

The smile on the young man's face disappeared, and he stared at those eyes, which were like excellent quality red wine. The luster exuded made people unable to take their eyes away. "Seeing the Eyes of God~ I think there will be no problem in letting you see my true body."

An illusory figure emerged from behind the young man. He was so tall that it could not be described in words.

Wearing a gorgeous robe of various colors, and wearing a golden double crown that naturally shines with light, it seems to support the entire sky.

god? !

Komori Jun was shocked. He didn't expect that the other party was not a fraudulent religion, but a real god living in it.

"Why are you here?"

"It's difficult for us to let our true body come to this world, but we can come briefly through the soul boy."

The illusive figure disappeared, but the blond young man's expression remained gentle, "You smell like Niklas."

"?" Komori Jun had an idea in his mind, but he was not sure yet.

"In your human terms, it is the God of Spring. He is a guy who makes me feel disgusted."

The blond young man smiled and said, "Should you be robbed of something important by him?"

"..."

Komori Jun didn't answer, and the flames of the inner ghost increased sharply.

The blond young man stared at the flame with interest. The coldness and violence contained in it were completely inconsistent with the other person's sheep-like appearance. "Do you want to take revenge on Him by becoming a transcendent?"

"It's none of your business."

Komori Jun replied coldly.

"Haha, if you want revenge, you need strength."

The soft words rang out and echoed in the empty mountain forest. He raised his hand and said, "Year after year, hard training day and night."

"One in ten thousand, an outstanding talent far beyond ordinary people."

"Can these... really gain power?"

"Ah."

He chuckled, mocking mankind's so-called genius and hard work, "In the end, all you gain is a worn-out skin that is physically and mentally exhausted."

Jun Komori said with a serious face: "What exactly do you want to say?"

"Human beings have their limits after all."

A smile appeared on His face, and he changed his hand to a handshake, "Abandon your human identity and merge with me, and you will gain a power truly worthy of being called power!"

"What if I refuse?"

Faced with Komori Jun's distrust, he did not get angry, but just smiled and said: "That only means that you are not aware of the situation you are facing. It is impossible to defeat Nicholas alive with human strength."

A ring appeared in His palm, with a simple shape and blue lines on the surface, "When you wear this ring of oath, you will get powerful power beyond your imagination, and help you realize any wish."

"You think I'll believe it?"

Jun Komori never shows a trace of tenderness towards his enemies and always remains vigilant as a hungry wolf.

He smiled and said: "As long as you are eager for revenge, fate will push you to my side, and no one can stop you."

The blond young man's body turned from solid to weak, "I will wait for the day when you wear the ring."

He disappeared.

Jun Komori glanced at the hanging ring and did not intend to touch it, fearing there might be some trap.

She directly used her inner ghost to roll herself up and turned into a bolide back to Nohara Shrine.

……

"Haha, you can't do it!"

The dark-haired man laughed.

"What a shame..." the woman with purple eyes muttered. She fell down in the corridor, her long hair spread out behind her head, and her swaying hands unconsciously lifted up her black vest, revealing her slim waist.

The surface is as white as jade.

Paired with the rhythm of "Mountain", the man felt his mouth dry again, and took another sip of wine and said, "You really can't do it."

"I can still drink..."

Hua Jianju muttered, turned over, and continued to drink in her drunken dream.

Shiraishi shook his head and his head became light.

The flames moved from far to near, falling on the courtyard and bursting into sparks. The girl with picturesque features walked out from inside.

"Shiraishi-kun, something serious has happened."

Her tone was a bit anxious.

"Is the order not resolved?"

Shiraishi was not in a hurry, stood up slowly, and said, "Then let me go and do some exercise."

Komori Jun frowned slightly and said worriedly: "Shiraishi-kun, you better wake up first..."

"Komori."

Shiraishi came closer, the smell of wine on her breath fell on her pink cheeks, "Well, no need to say more, I understand, go and warm my bed, ah, no, make the bed, I'll be back when I go."

(End of this chapter)