Chapter 595: 203. Amaterasu and Izanami!_3
The pitch-black sea surface suddenly split open with a giant crack, and the seawater flowed downward.
A woman slowly floated up from the seabed.
She resembled Amaterasu in appearance, but her aura was entirely different.
Amaterasu was holy, warm, and regal as the Great God; she was the evil, hateful, and destructive Lord of Yomi.
An uncontrollable fear suddenly surged in everyone’s hearts.
Is that the enemy I will face in the future... Fujiwara Reya felt quite troubled.
The Mother God on the sea surface was dressed in a lavish red and white palace dress, with elegant wide sleeves and a gold crown on her head. Her looks were undoubtedly sacred and dignified, but the fierceness in her eyes somewhat lowered her aura.
"Mum—"
Brahmic chants descended.
A pair of wings unfolded from her back, lightly quivering.
The wings with beautiful curves had intersecting patterns like the complex veins of a human body, with red light continuously flowing along the threads. Her mournful eyes were firmly locked onto the cruise ship.
"Izanami!" Mrs. Kasahara pronounced her name word by word.
"It’s time for me to see Mother."
Amaterasu emitted a dim yellow sunlight all over her body and began walking toward the sea surface.
Her pace was extremely slow, with an elegance beyond measure, as if every step experienced a thousand years, her eyes filled with the passage of time through epochs.
"Amaterasu—"
Izanami let out a frenzied roar.
The sea instantly erupted with violent waves, and countless waterspouts rose from the ground.
Amaterasu walked skyward.
She strolled upon the sea, lotuses blooming under her feet while her Divine Power kept ascending.
The rising aura showed no sign of decline, elevating bit by bit, causing the whole sea to boil. Strands of golden light emanated from her body, completely illuminating the entire sea area as if it were daytime.
"It’s terrifying..." Fujiwara Reya was dumbfounded.
At this moment, the old lady could crush him with just a toe.
"Hey, how dare you affront the Great God?" Mrs. Kasahara gossipingly approached him, asking, "Aren’t you afraid she’ll slap you to death?"
Mrs. Hoshimi also looked at Fujiwara Reya with full curiosity.
"Hmm, it’s quite simple..." Fujiwara Reya sold the suspense.
Mrs. Kasahara showed an interested smile.
Fujiwara Reya fell back, resting his head on Yako’s knees, smiling as he said: "I have a good father, you know."
"..."
Both directors’ mouths twitched simultaneously.
The next second, they both cast seals simultaneously, an invisible Divine Power spread out, instantly covering the entire room.
Fujiwara Reya suddenly felt a chilling sensation, as if he had been peeled away from the world and placed into a foreign world’s mountain of blades and sea of fire.
"This room has been isolated by us," Mrs. Kasahara smiled slightly.
Mrs. Hoshimi also smiled: "No matter what happens, no one outside can hear."
"Wait, wait, watch the fight... ah!"
Fujiwara Reya’s voice begging for mercy was drowned by screams.
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On the sea surface, Amaterasu stopped her steps.
Her hair was intensely black, as if the heaviest and darkest ink were carefully painted; her dress was extremely ornate, like the world’s most dazzling colors all concentrated on her.
Her pupils were as deep as the pitch-black swirling seawater beneath her, a pure black. Yet, within her dancing hair strands, she released radiance that could illuminate the bottom of the abyss.
In the vast heavens and earth, she alone stood bright.
Izanami coldly looked at her daughter, her eyes flickering with a blood-red light: "Does my child come to slay her mother?"
"Your child dares not," Amaterasu slightly bowed, "Your child comes this time to dissuade Mother."
"Oh~"
Izanami sneered.
"Rumble!"
The thunderclouds in the sky roared in unison.
Eight black lightning dragons, each a hundred meters long, roared ferociously.
"Eight Thunder Gods of Yomi!"
On the deck, Kasahara Fumi’s expression was more serious than ever.
The Great God was undoubtedly the strongest god in the world, yet the Mother God was also an invincible existence. Adding to that the eight thunder gods derived from the Mother God’s essence, even the Great God couldn’t confidently claim to block them alone.
The storm continued to howl.
The eight thunder dragons glared covetously at the cruise ship, their drool dripping on the sea, comparable to torrential rain.
"That is..." Kawashima Miki felt the presence of one of the thunder gods, her eyes filled with disbelief, "Fukaeri, that’s the Divine Envoy, the organization’s Divine Envoy..."
Kasahara Fumi’s face fell.
No wonder she could never find information related to the organization; it turned out to be the forces of Yomi Country...
Izanami’s gaze slightly lifted, her eyes filled with madness coldly watched Amaterasu.
"Muu—"
Another Brahmic chant resonated.
The sky was again covered by a layer of dark clouds, and everyone looked up.
Above the dark clouds, a monstrous black ogre looked down on all beings grimly.
Everyone’s minds buzzed.
Under the gaze of the giant ogre, each person was like a candle flickering in the wind, ready to extinguish at any moment.
The deep sea wailed endlessly.
Among humans, ghosts, thunder, and the sea, the Great God who dominated heavens and earth stood majestically.
"Woo~"
A lightning dragon roared as it dived downward.
Amaterasu waved a hand.
Her black hair flew, and golden light collided with the lightning dragon.
A violent explosion swept across the entire sea.
The world was ablaze in white, and everyone watching this scene felt a paralysis wash over them.
The cruise ship shook violently, and even within the barrier set up by the two directors, the explosion was felt.
Candle flames flickered, and Fujiwara Reya looked up, gazing at the sea: "Between the Great God and the Mother God, who is stronger?"
Mrs. Hoshimi in her snow-white attire gazed at the sea, lost in thought.