Chapter 659

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Chapter 659: The Second Blade of Calamity

As the voice of the Yellow Robe Oracle fell, one after another, figures of passersby emerged from the darkness, filling the street behind him.

These were all people controlled by the “Heart Calamity” of the Yellow Robe Oracle, who had come from various places to this street. They knelt silently behind the Yellow Robe Oracle like a tide, their foreheads pressed tightly to the ground, trembling like submissive servants offering their loyalty to their master.

In this country, everyone must worship the gods.

And the divine messengers walking among humans represent the will of the gods; they are beings that everyone must revere. Over generations, this reverence and unconditional obedience have gradually evolved into fear.

And fear is the nourishment of the “Heart Calamity.”

Among 3,224 people within a ten-kilometer radius, 3,192 met the condition of “deeply fearing his existence.” This means that unless all 3,192 of these people die, the Yellow Robe Oracle himself is immortal.

This is the most troublesome of the seven Oracles, the second Oracle, “Heart Calamity.”

This power does not actually stem from the abilities of the Yellow Robe Oracle himself, but rather from the cultural history and environment of this country.

If he were thrown into the Great Xia, very few people would fear the existence of any Oracle. The candidates he could turn into his physical form would be pitifully few, and killing him would be as easy as pie. But in this nation that worships the gods, he, as a divine messenger, has nearly endless substitutes wherever he goes!

This is also why Amegumi Haruhikari’s master has repeatedly been defeated by the second Oracle.

As time passed, more and more people gathered behind the Yellow Robe Oracle, kneeling on the ground—over three hundred had already done so, and nearly three thousand substitutes were either on their way or already hidden nearby.

Now, Amegumi Haruhikari had only two choices.

Either kill these three thousand civilians as quickly as possible and then kill the Yellow Robe Oracle again; or wait for the Yellow Robe Oracle to possess them one by one before killing them, which would be equivalent to killing the Yellow Robe Oracle over three thousand times…

The first choice seemed the simplest, but even so, it was extremely difficult to accomplish!

The Yellow Robe Oracle would never allow him to kill these three thousand substitutes, and even if Amegumi Haruhikari did manage to kill them all, as long as the Yellow Robe Oracle took a few steps and moved to another location, he could regain new substitutes.

In this country, in the city, trying to kill him is as difficult as ascending to heaven!

Moreover, Amegumi Haruhikari’s current “Rain God” state cannot be maintained indefinitely; it comes at the cost of his lifespan. Once his lifespan is exhausted, he could very well die on the spot.

The Yellow Robe Oracle can afford to expend resources; he cannot…

Relying solely on himself, he cannot defeat the “Heart Calamity.”

After hesitating for a moment, Amegumi Haruhikari looked at Yuzuriha Rin, who was standing to the side, his gaze filled with complexity.

“Little Yuzuriha, I need your power.” Amegumi Haruhikari swayed and stepped through the rain curtain to stand before Yuzuriha Rin, speaking earnestly.

“Me?” Yuzuriha Rin frozeAs the voice of the Yellow Robe Oracle fell, one after another, figures of passersby emerged from the darkness, filling the street behind him.

These were all people controlled by the “Heart Calamity” of the Yellow Robe Oracle, who had come from various places to this street. They knelt silently behind the Yellow Robe Oracle like a tide, their foreheads pressed tightly to the ground, trembling like submissive servants offering their loyalty to their master.

In this country, everyone must worship the deities.

The divine messengers walking among humans represent the will of the gods; they are beings that everyone must revere. Over generations, this reverence and unconditional obedience have gradually evolved into fear.

And fear is the nourishment for the “Heart Calamity.”

Among 3,224 people within a ten-kilometer radius, 3,192 met the condition of “deeply fearing his existence,” which meant that unless all 3,192 of them died, the Yellow Robe Oracle himself was immortal.

This is the most troublesome of the seven Oracles, the second Oracle, “Heart Calamity.”

This power does not actually stem from the abilities of the Yellow Robe Oracle himself, but rather from the cultural history and environment of this country.

If he were thrown into the Great Xia, very few people would fear the existence of any Oracle. The candidates he could turn into his physical form would be pitifully few, and killing him would be as easy as pie. But in this current land of worship, he, as a divine messenger, has nearly endless substitutes wherever he goes!

This is also why Amegumi Haruhikari’s master has repeatedly been defeated by the second Oracle.

As time passed, more and more people gathered behind the Yellow Robe Oracle, kneeling on the ground—over three hundred had already arrived, with nearly three thousand more substitutes either on their way or already hidden nearby.

Now, Amegumi Haruhikari had only two choices.

Either kill these three thousand civilians as quickly as possible and then kill the Yellow Robe Oracle again; or wait for the Yellow Robe Oracle to possess them one by one before killing them, which would be equivalent to killing the Yellow Robe Oracle over three thousand times…

The first choice seemed the simplest, but even so, it was extremely difficult to accomplish!

The Yellow Robe Oracle would never allow him to kill these three thousand substitutes, and even if Amegumi Haruhikari did manage to kill them all, as long as the Yellow Robe Oracle took a few steps and moved to another location, he would regain new substitutes.

In this country, in the city, trying to kill him was as difficult as climbing to the sky!

Moreover, Amegumi Haruhikari’s current “Rain God” state could not be maintained indefinitely; it came at the cost of his lifespan. Once his lifespan was exhausted, he could very well die on the spot.

The Yellow Robe Oracle could afford to expend his resources, but he could not…

Relying solely on himself, he could not defeat the “Heart Calamity.”

After hesitating for a moment, Amegumi Haruhikari looked at Yuzuriha Rin, who was standing to the side, his gaze filled with complexity.

“Little Yuzuriha, I need your strength.” Amegumi Haruhikari swayed and stepped through the rain curtain to stand in front of Yuzuriha Rin, speaking earnestly.

“Me?” Yuzuriha Rin froze in place, “But I can’t help at all… I’m not as powerful as you and Brother Shichiya…”

“You can definitely do it.”

Amegumi Haruhikari said with conviction, “You are the daughter of Yuzuriha Kurotetsu; he wouldn’t leave you defenseless in Yokohama! He must have left you something…

Before Yuzuriha Kurotetsu ascended to the “Pure Land,” he brought three Katsu knives. One was borrowed from me, the “Rain Collapse,” one was the “Misty Eye,” and the third knife has yet to appear.

If I’m not mistaken, the third knife has always been with you; it just cannot actively exert its power until you draw it from its sheath yourself.

Think carefully, is there anything your parents left for you, or perhaps…

During your growth, has there been anyone different who has always accompanied you?”

Upon hearing this, Yuzuriha Rin stood frozen.

Things left by her parents, someone who had always been by her side…

Instinctively, an image of an elderly figure with white hair, who spent her days folding paper cranes and smilingly calling her “Little Yuzuriha,” surfaced in Yuzuriha Rin’s mind.

Grandma Tsuru…

No, wait… Grandma Tsuru should be in a nursing home in Yokohama, she didn’t come with her to Osaka!

Yuzuriha Rin stood there dazed, feeling as if her mind had turned into a mess.

The Yellow Robe Oracle burst forth from the crowd, transforming into a golden flash of lightning, rapidly attacking Amegumi Haruhikari, launching two golden light rings!

Amegumi Haruhikari, with his white hair, furrowed his brow and quickly raised his blade, deflecting one of the light rings with the fine rain. At the same time, he stomped heavily on a puddle, causing several water dragons formed from the rain to roar out from the rain curtain!

The water dragon collided with the light ring, shaking the buildings on both sides of the street to their foundations.

Amegumi Haruhikari’s figure flickered, his white hair dancing in the rain as he engaged in close combat with the Yellow Robe Oracle!

Brilliant blade light flashed, and the fine rain intertwined in the air to form a large net, brutally shredding the Yellow Robe Oracle’s body into a mist of blood.

Immediately after, among the kneeling pedestrians, one person’s form suddenly twisted, rapidly transforming into the appearance of the Yellow Robe Oracle.

Amegumi Haruhikari’s brow furrowed tightly as he stepped in front of Yuzuriha Rin, his face pale from the excessive consumption of his lifespan.

“Little Yuzuriha, we need the second Katsu knife…”

“I… I know… but I really don’t have any knife on me!” Yuzuriha Rin’s small face was filled with anxiety as she reached up to grasp the cherry blossom hairpin in her hair, pulling it out.

Her long black hair cascaded down like a waterfall, and holding the hairpin, she bitterly said, “The only thing my mother left for me is this hairpin… but it’s not a knife, I can’t pull it out!”

As her words fell, something seemed to drop from her clothing, landing in the puddle at her feet.

Yuzuriha Rin was taken aback and looked down.

It was a paper crane.

On the back of this paper crane was a charred mark, resembling a bullet hole. It lay quietly in the puddle, yet it was not stained by a single drop of water.

“This is…”

Yuzuriha Rin bent down, picked up the paper crane from the water, and held it in her palm, her eyes filled with surprise.

When did this paper crane get hidden in her clothes? She didn’t remember putting a paper crane in her pocket when she left.

No, wait…

After arriving in Osaka, she had changed clothes several times; it wasn’t her who put this paper crane in her clothes… it was this paper crane that had quietly hidden itself on her.