As the yellow-robed oracle finished speaking, passers-by one after another walked out of the darkness and filled the street behind them.

Those were the people who were controlled by the "heart disaster" of the Yellow Robe Oracle and rushed here from various places. They came to this street and knelt silently behind the Yellow Robe Oracle like a tide, with their foreheads pressed tightly to the ground, like trembling slaves, offering their loyalty to their master.

In this country, everyone must believe in God.

The messengers of God walking on earth represent the will of God. They are beings that everyone must respect. With the alternation of generations, this awe and unconditional obedience has gradually evolved into fear.

And fear is the nourishment of "mental disaster".

Among the 3224 people within a radius of ten kilometers, 3192 people meet the condition of "fearing his existence from the bottom of their hearts", which means that unless these 3192 people all die, the Yellow Robe Oracle will make himself immortal.

This is the most difficult Oracle No. 2 among the seven Oracles, "Heart Disaster."

This power actually does not come from the ability of the Yellow Robe Oracle itself, but is caused by the cultural history and environment of this country.

If he were thrown into Daxia, few people would be afraid of the existence of an oracle, and there would be very few people who could be made into his original form, so it would be easy to kill him. But in this country that believes in gods, as a messenger of gods, he would have almost endless scapegoats wherever he went!

This is also the reason why Amamiya Haruki's master was repeatedly defeated by Oracle No. 2.

As time passed, more and more people gathered behind the Yellow Robe Oracle and knelt on the ground. There were already more than three hundred of them. In addition, there were nearly three thousand substitutes on the way or already hiding in the surroundings.

Now, Amamiya Haruki has only two choices.

Either, kill these 3,000 civilians as quickly as possible, and then kill the Yellow Robe Oracle once more; or, wait for the Yellow Robe Oracle to possess them one by one, and then kill them, which is equivalent to killing the Yellow Robe Oracle more than 3,000 times...

It seems that the first option is the easiest, but even so, it is extremely difficult to do!

There was no way the Yellow Robe Oracle would allow him to kill these three thousand substitutes. Even if Amamiya Haruki really killed them all, as long as the Yellow Robe Oracle ran a few steps, moved to another place, and moved the coverage range of his ability, he would have a new substitute.

In this country, in this city, it is extremely difficult to kill him!

And Amamiya Haruki's current state of [Rain God] cannot be maintained indefinitely. It comes at the cost of consuming his lifespan. Once his lifespan is burned out, he is likely to die on the spot.

The Yellow Robe Oracle can afford to waste time, but he can’t…

He alone cannot overcome his mental illness.

After hesitating for a moment, Amamiya Haruki looked at Yurina who was standing aside, his eyes full of complexity.

"Little Yurina, I need your strength." Amamiya Haruki flashed through the rain and came to Yurina, saying seriously.

Me? Yurina was stunned, but I couldn't help at all... I'm not as powerful as Amamiya and Nanaya...

You can do it.

Amamiya Haruki said confidently, "You are Yuuri Hei Tetsu's daughter. He couldn't have left you alone in Yokohama without any protection! He must have left something for you..."

Before Yuuri Heizhe went to kill [Pure Land], he brought a total of three Huojin swords, one was [Yubeng] which he borrowed from me, one was [Mi Tong], and the third sword has not appeared yet.

If I'm not mistaken, the third knife has always been on you, but it cannot actively exert its power until you pull it out of the sheath with your own hands.

Think carefully about it. Do you have anything left by your parents? Or...

As you were growing up, were there any special people who stayed with you?

Hearing this, Yurina froze in place.

The things her parents left her, the people who have always been by her side...

Subconsciously, the image of the elderly man with white hair, who folded paper cranes beside her all day and called her "Little Yuri" with a smile emerged in Yurina's mind.

Grandma Crane...

No, that's not right... Grandma Tsuru should be in a nursing home in Yokohama now, and she didn't come to Osaka with her!

Yurina stood there in a daze, feeling that her mind was a mess.

The yellow-robed oracle flashed out from the crowd, turned into a golden lightning, and attacked Amamiya Haruki at an extremely fast speed, with two golden halos flying out of his hands!

The white-haired Amemiya Haruki frowned and quickly raised his sword. The dense rain lines bounced off one of the light wheels. At the same time, he stepped heavily on the puddle with his right foot, and several water dragons formed by the rain roared out from the rain curtain!

The water dragon and the light wheel collided, causing all the houses on both sides of the street to collapse.

Amamiya Haruki's figure flashed, his white hair waving in the rain, and he fought in close combat with the yellow-robed oracle!

The dazzling blade light flew, and the dense rain lines intertwined into a large net in the air, which cut the body of the yellow-robed oracle into pieces, turning it into a blood mist that dissipated.

Then, among the pedestrians kneeling on the ground, the figure and appearance of one of them suddenly twisted and he was rapidly changing into the appearance of a yellow-robed oracle.

Amemiya Haruki frowned and walked in front of Yurina. His face was extremely pale due to excessive burning of life.

Xiao Youli, we need a second Huojin Sword...

I, I know... But, I really don't have any knife on me! Yurina's little face was also full of anxiety. She reached out and grasped the cherry blossom hairpin in her hair and pulled it out directly.

Her long black hair was tied together and fell down like a waterfall. She held the hairpin in her hand and said bitterly, "This hairpin is the only one my mother left me... But it's not a knife. I can't pull it out even if I want to!"

As she finished her words, something seemed to fall from the hem of her clothes and land in the puddle at her feet.

Yurina was stunned and looked down.

That is a paper crane.

There was a charred mark on the back of the paper crane, like a bullet hole. It lay quietly in the puddle, but was not stained by the slightest bit of water.

This is……

Yurina bent down, picked up the paper crane from the water, placed it in her palm, and a look of surprise appeared in her eyes.

This paper crane... When was it hidden in her clothes? She didn't remember putting the paper crane in her pocket when she went out.

No, that's not right...

She had changed her clothes several times after arriving in Osaka. It was not she who put the paper crane into her clothes...it was the paper crane itself that quietly hid itself on her body.