The Ancient Gods' Whisper-Chapter 774 - 372: Fight! Fight!

Gu Jianlin probably never expected that after the experimental attack, the city of Tokyo wouldn’t come to a standstill. Even Shinjuku District, the disaster zone, quickly returned to normal operations, with major shopping malls remaining open, although customer flow dropped by more than two-thirds compared to usual times.

On the streets, some Shinto Priests could be seen spreading religious knowledge and distributing talismans to passersby.

It was obvious that the Ascenders of the Orochi Society were finally taking action.

"That’s a special type of alchemy charm, with a precise Alchemy Matrix inscribed with the Night Parade of Hundred Demons. You could also understand it as Shi Shen, all part of native Shintoism heritage."

Skylark, holding a chocolate ice cream, mocked, "The idea of the Orochi Society is to create a regional Alchemy Matrix, allowing ordinary citizens to remain safe at night. As long as there are enough talismans effective within a certain range, a massive domain can be formed. It seems the experimental subjects only move at night."

Although she only went out for a walk, she had changed her outfit again.

She wore a brown baseball cap, draped in a loose blue checkered shirt, with a black tank top underneath, paired with gray wide-leg pants with a cinched waist, and wore white sneakers. A touch of charming style was revealed in her cool chic.

God knows where she got so many clothes.

She seemed to have mastered some transformation magic, able to change into different styles of older sister at will.

She could manage any style: academia, sweet, cool and glamorous, dark.

Different outfits on her could showcase countless forms of beauty.

Any one of them could take your breath away.

"I see."

Gu Jianlin withdrew his gaze and nodded slightly.

"It’s a little surprising that those losers from the Orochi Society could control the situation so quickly."

Skylark spoke indifferently.

Even walking on the street, you could feel the huge Alchemy Matrix enveloping Shinjuku District.

This was a hidden matrix; as long as you carried an alchemy talisman, you would be in a concealed state.

As long as you lacked spirituality, you would seem to vanish into thin air in the perception of experimental subjects.

If you were an Ascender, alchemy talismans wouldn’t work.

If not for this, the Orochi Society would probably forcibly order the entire population of Tokyo to shelter in bunkers.

The city would come to a complete halt, and they wouldn’t have any movies to watch.

Godzilla and Ghidorah rampaged through Tokyo, first going to Ginza to watch a movie version of Slam Dunk, then in the afternoon found a teppanyaki restaurant with a 73-year history, where the elderly chef warmly hosted them, introduced celebrities who had dined at the restaurant before, and gifted two bottles of plum wine.

The chef’s skills were indeed remarkable, decades of time polished their craft, elevating cuisine to art.

The Ether Association and You Ying Group could never have expected that the two instigators of last night’s battle were now wandering aimlessly through the streets of Tokyo, like a couple in the throes of passion.

To Gu Jianlin, he was reluctantly obliged.

Because he still had a lot to do, no leisure to relax.

But, alas, still in his growth phase, he had no say, couldn’t win a fight, so he had to yield.

This bad woman shared the same fate with him, and he’d have to rely on her in the future.

He could only comfort himself that he was doing this to strengthen their friendly relationship.

To facilitate future collaboration.

"Don’t look so unwilling."

Skylark glanced at him from the corner of her eye, the hint of crimson in her eyes as vivid as blood, and snorted, "It’s your honor to shop with your esteemed sister. Looking globally, only you are worthy of this honor."

Gu Jianlin controlled his blood pressure, with a stern face said, "I have to say, I preferred when you were hidden inside my body before, at least I didn’t have to face your face."

Skylark squinted her beautiful eyes, her gaze becoming dangerous, "What’s wrong with my face?"

She pulled out a compact mirror from her crossbody bag, examining her own appearance.

"Nothing, it’s just you look too much like that Supreme."

Gu Jianlin said expressionless, "I have a bit of PTSD."

Of course, there was another very important reason he didn’t mention.

That was the innate bloodline affinity and inexplicable attraction.

Wanting to hold her hand, wrap her waist, kiss her lips.

It stemmed from the fundamental, primal impulse coming from the same source of power.

Plus the compelling familiarity as a kindred.

Gu Jianlin suspected this woman must have similar feelings toward him.

Unfortunately, he had no evidence.

So unless the bad woman brought it up first, he definitely wouldn’t admit it.

In case Skylark really didn’t have that kind of feeling for him, that would be awkward.

"Ha."

Skylark sneered, "If I were really that Supreme, you’re going to die countless times by now, what’s there to fear? Isn’t it more fulfilling or does it not arouse your conquest desire to have me walking around with this face?"

"Sorry, no."

Gu Jianlin wouldn’t care about such trivial things.

He instinctively applied the thinking of a normal man: Now the most beautiful and powerful woman in the world was shopping with him, and had countless ties with that supreme and violent Blood-colored Supreme.

There did seem to be a sense of achievement and a desire for conquest.

Of course, if it were really the Candle Dragon Venerable, it would be even more sensational.