"Wait a minute, this, this is exempt!"

Looking at the exemption that belonged to Fujiwara Takumi, Araki Sousuke's face froze, as if he had discovered something extraordinary.

"With such a simple paper and printing process, it seems that there is no anti-counterfeiting mark. It looks like a good forgery. If the name is slightly painted out here, it will be changed to Huang..."

As he spoke, Sosuke Araki had already used his extremely wet fingers to gently press the word "vine" on the exemption...

"Bastard, where are you drooling!"

"Really, I have studied it for a long time. Not only does it have anti-counterfeiting spiritual power fluctuations, but it also needs to be used in conjunction with the association's APP account, binding the basic ledgers and bank accounts of residents. You must be able to spend your energy forging this set. It's better to prepare for the exam seriously!"

Fujiwara Takumi grabbed Mickey back, turned around and walked towards the elevator entrance: "Just sauce, I'll go back to Liver Shrink Punk 2088 first, I just downloaded it, but I only had time to squeeze a super-long little chicken, and I haven't had time to use it. Go out with a look..."

Wait, the word 'vine' seems to be really confused by that guy... How come the fluctuations of the anti-counterfeiting spiritual power can't be sensed?

"Please stay..."

Just when Fujiwara Takukai was about to cry without tears and put away Xu Xu, a slender figure dragged the afterimage to stop him in front of him.

"The God-Blessed One who meets once in four thousand years... Fujiwara Takumi... It is said that you are the most powerful and lasting spirit slayer of the younger generation in Japan?"

The one who unceremoniously blocked Fujiwara Takumi's path was the foreign nun who was full of filthy stalks, Nia.

"...you, did you do something wrong?"

Looking at the foreign woman in front of him who was about the same height as him, he never thought that he was related to the words "strong" and "persistent". Fujiwara Takukai, who just wanted to go home and play games, stared at the other party with no expression, and the corners of his eyes were a little uncomfortable. pumped.

"Let's get to know you formally, the witch hunter nun at the Vatican Holy See Inquisition for Heresy."

"Oh, people from the Holy See, it's rare. It's a pleasure to meet you, please borrow it..."

Fujiwara Takumi used an indifferent tone and skillfully perfunctory, and then wanted to pass by the other side.

It doesn't mean "official acquaintance" at all.

"Zheng."

In the face of his "arrogant" behavior, I saw Niya put her hand under the miniskirt, and quickly brought out a knife light from the absolute field...

"When the lady introduces herself, please at least maintain a basic demeanor!"

A cheap plastic utility knife common in stationery stores hovered quietly on Fujiwara Takumi's neck.

"Forget it, I'm just 'lubricating' it in advance... When I get the exorcism exemption, I will officially come to the door to challenge and have a chat with Your Excellency. Look at you Japanese who can only deal with spiritual bodies and are helpless. The capital of the spirit remover..."

"Run... Lubricate? You want to say 'know'..."

Fujiwara Takumi bowed his head stiffly, and with hindsight he noticed that there was an extra cold thing on his neck at some point.

Facing the sharp blade on his neck, before the expression on his face could change, his body was already shaking honestly.

With his high-frequency shaking calf as the center, a large piece of spiritual power of the "Sixteen Petals and Eight Layers of Chrysanthemum Patterns" rushed out like opening a floodgate, covering the entire corridor.

"This... is this, the chrysanthemum power of Meiji Jingu?"

"Appeared, Fujiwara Takumi's famous skill, God's shudder! Rubbing his body at a high frequency of 100 times per second, it reached its peak in an instant, and the divine power poured out of the body..."

The spiritual practitioners in the field were all admiring the gorgeous "chrysanthemums blooming everywhere" in front of them.

On the night of the Obon Festival, thanks to the favor of Emperor Meiji, after a narrow "channel" that was originally jerky was widened, the flow rate of this useless chrysanthemum pattern in Fujiwara Takukai's body was several times higher than before.

Together with the nun Niya, several spirit slayers who stayed in the corridor were contaminated with the chrysanthemum pattern spiritual power, and were eroded by the terrifying realm pressure contained in it, and instantly lost their standing strength and fell to the ground softly.

It looks like Fujiwara Takukai stomped his feet and made everyone in sight kneel down at his feet!

"The power of the Son of God is so terrifying!"

"It's so strong, but the aftermath makes people completely irresistible..."

"It is said that ordinary resentful spirits only need to be touched, and they will turn into ashes..."

Niya, a full-time nun who is stronger than the Vatican, can only support the wall and sway with difficulty in the chrysanthemum pattern.

"Cough, that's it for today, I still have important things to do..."

Seeing the terrifying nun in front of her who drew her sword whenever she disagreed, sinking deep into the chrysanthemums and having no time to take care of herself, Fujiwara Takumi breathed a sigh of relief, and took the opportunity to drag her weak legs slowly towards the elevator.

"wait wait wait……"

Looking at the back of him leaving~lightnovelpub.net~ Niya's eyes flashed with unwillingness, and a strong holy light emerged from her body, struggling to isolate the chrysanthemum pattern spiritual power, reluctantly left the wall and returned to her standing position.

"...As expected of the 'once in four thousand years' favored person, just relying on the coercion of spiritual power, I can make my body become as weak as if I had fought for dozens of rounds."

"Hmph, want to challenge me..."

With a sinister smile on the corner of his mouth, Fujiwara Takumi turned around and pointed at someone in the corridor, pretending to be indifferent and saying, "... beat him first!"

Following his fingers, Niya's eyes slowly turned to the middle of the corridor, a blond man with his hands in his pockets and a blank face.

Sousuke Araki, who did not lift his blindfold, did not notice anything unusual between the two, and was still curiously in front of the "melon-eating crowd".

"I deliberately use this guy who will only be bored in the room to play XX perfunctorily at first glance. Is he looking down on the strength of the Holy See? No, this guy..."

Halfway through speaking, Niya noticed that this gangster-like man was the only person in the corridor who was still standing under the impact of Fujiwara Takukai's chrysanthemum-patterned spiritual power.

Impossible, is he stronger than himself?

"I see, I remember it was Sousuke Araki, right..."

After recalling the other party's name, Nia seemed to have found a reasonable answer.

"Being able to deal with this terrifying aura of the gods without changing your face, you should have signed a male-slave contract with Fujiwara Takukai or something! It's completely invisible from the outside, but the two of you actually..."

In Europe, some powerful gods will sign contracts with their subordinates, and while gaining the power of the other party's sexual admiration, they will also enhance the adaptability of their subordinates to their own power.

"If that's the case, then defeat you first, so that your master can't say it..."

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