Chapter 205
In an instant, the latter was dressed in brand new clothes, and his limp body began to regain strength.
"Hurry up, run as far as you can." The voices of his friends still lingered in the air, but he himself had already chased after the Banjoku King.
He wanted to ensure that Banjoku King devoured all of Jiyu's sons, and then eliminate this Rakshasa as soon as possible.
"Hahahaha, hahahaha!"
The appearance of the Banjoku King was now far removed from that of a human. His skin gradually turned bluish-white, and his height had increased to more than two meters.
His legs gradually grew fur, and they looked more like tiger legs than human legs.
Banjoku King had already consumed more than a dozen sons of the Immortal Jiyu, and as he consumed the flesh and blood of the Brahmin, his head began to itch slightly.
At first, I didn't feel anything, but the more I ate people, the more intense the itching became.
Finally, when he ate his twentieth Brahmin, there were two crisp popping sounds.
Two fist-sized growths appeared on the top of his head.
These two blood-red, fleshy tumors had pitted and uneven surfaces, yet they seemed to be peeking out eyes and mouths as they faced the wind.
"Happy, happy, happy!"
Banjoku King's three mouths simultaneously emitted joyful sounds.
This novel audiovisual experience, this feeling of multi-threaded processing, made his thoughts seem to drift on a highway.
An intuition told him that this was how immortals meditated to enter the Snow Mountain Pure Land.
Suddenly, Banjoku King stopped in his tracks.
The two fleshy growths on his head turned sharply to his back, their four eyes fixed on a certain direction.
The Immortal Zhongyou suddenly stopped in their tracks.
He stared at the fleshy ball on the head of the Banjoku King across most of the palace.
Banjoku King laughed heartily, and he reached out to touch the fleshy growths on his head, causing them to turn their heads away again.
Time is tight and the task is heavy.
He doesn't have time to get entangled with his friends right now.
Within the illusory curtain, the Immortal Jiyu, who was chanting a hymn, suddenly felt a pain in his chest.
The pain was so intense that it instantly pulled Jiyu from his meditative state.
"I... I... what's wrong?" Immortal Jiyu reached up and clutched his chest, his expression grim. "Why do I seem to hear children's voices?"
He was eager to see what was happening outside.
However, we would have to wait until the sacrificial hymn was finished, and as the longest one in the fire god ritual, it would take at least fifteen minutes.
It's only been fifteen minutes, nothing serious should happen. Immortal Jiyu reassured himself.
The children are all Brahmin, so even if there is any conflict, their lives will not be in danger.
Harming or killing Brahmin is a grave sin of "Brahminicide"! No one would risk angering Brahmin in this way.
Not to mention, behind these Brahmin is him— the Immortal Jiyu, who ranks among the Seven Great Immortals!
The Immortal Zhongyou watched the Banjoku King not far away with the utmost apprehension.
At this moment, many friends also felt a sense of bewilderment deep down.
He overlooked the Immortal Jiyu had not only received an invitation from Banjoku King, but had also accepted offerings from Dasharatha.
In other words, the Immortal Jiyu was a priest jointly worshipped by two powerful nations.
Under these circumstances, the Immortal Jiyu would certainly not bring all one hundred of his sons with him.
Banjoku King has already devoured seventy-two Brahmin, and the remaining twenty-eight are in the Ayodhya!
Two more tumors appeared on his head.
The four tumors form a base resembling a pagoda, facing the four cardinal directions.
At this moment, even Banjoku King's words echoed as he chuckled and bowed to the Immortal Zhongyou.
"My immortal, you need not worry."
"As I devoured the flesh and blood of the Brahmin, countless pieces of knowledge kept surfacing in my mind, such as the maimed wolf born from slaughter, the cup of abundance that needs fresh blood to be filled, and the Rakshasa Ghoul born from their union..."
Banjoku King stretched out his arms, his body enveloped in a pure demonic aura.
"You must not eat people often, so you don't know. To be promoted to Rakshasa Ghoul, you only need to eat one hundred Brahmin."
"But if you want to become the Ghost King, you need to be connected by the blood of those one hundred Brahmin."
Banjoku King laughed exaggeratedly, "I am the king of the mortal world, and even if I become a demon, I will still be the greatest king among them!"
"Alright, immortal, if you want to witness this, then continue to follow obediently behind." Banjoku King patted his belly. "I'm still hungry!"
He turned around and leaped towards the Ayodhya!
Black winds and dark clouds surrounded him, and he suddenly leaped over an extremely long distance.
The already strong-footed Banjoku King could jump even further after becoming Rakshasa Ghoul.
With a gloomy face, the Immortal Zhongyou slammed his wooden staff on the ground.
His figure then disappeared.
Ayodhya.
Banjoku King ruled his country through constant conquest; while Ayodhya was able to maintain its status as a great power thanks to Dasharatha's wisdom, skill, and blood ties.
Among the various kingdoms embroiled in conflict on the Ganges Plain, a large majority of their Lord and generals were related to Dasharatha.
Therefore, the overall atmosphere of the country was more peaceful than that of the land ruled by Banjoku King Banzu, and the people were more willing to negotiate with words rather than persuade each other through physical means.
Dasharatha and his consorts are receiving the sons of the Immortal Jiyu in the palace.
Fortunately, the sons that the Immortal Jiyu sent to Ayodhya were all married and much more mature than the sons who stayed by his side.
Even though the Ayodhya also treated the sons of immortals well, they were at least able to maintain self-control.
However, just as the Dasharatha was subtly inquiring about when the Immortal Jiyu would arrive, a strange howling sound descended from the sky.
Rumble!
The dome of the palace of the Dasharatha collapsed.
The Banjoku King, whose head had grown five fleshy tumors, chuckled and tossed aside the empty skull in his hand, crunching on his eyeballs.
"Dasharatha! Old friend! How have you been?"
Banjoku King chuckled and shrugged, "But don't worry, I'm not here to catch up with you today!"
He turned around, not looking at the Dasharatha and his concubines who were already terrified and had lost control of their bladders, but instead grabbed the young man who was trying to escape.
The latter had already recognized that the empty head lying on the ground was his brother's.
"Mmm, it smells delicious."
"Ninety-one, ninety-two, ninety-three... ninety-eight, ninety-nine!"
The strange phenomena on Banjoku King were becoming increasingly obvious. He feasted heartily, leaving a trail of blood and carnage.
Dasharatha, who was known as Wise King Gilgamesh, was so frightened that he was almost insane.
"One hundred!" Banjoku King ate the last head.
He closed his eyes slightly, feeling an inexhaustible supply of energy within him.
Puff. Puff.
Two more heads broke free from his head, and the third layer of the pagoda was completed.
However, Banjoku King was not satisfied. He could feel that as he became Rakshasa Ghoul, this hunger had become increasingly terrifying.
This is both his own desire and the source of this path—
The malice of those two rulers who once cooperated in ancient times!
This malice urged him on, determined to devour all of the bloodline of the Immortal Jiyu!
Where is it? Where is it?
"Found it, haha!"
In the garden, two heavily pregnant women were chatting.
One of them was the concubine of Dasharatha, and the other was the daughter-in-law of Immortal Jiyu.
The babies in their wombs are about the same age, both almost nine months along.
As mothers and women, their conversations are always gentler and more amicable.
However, when they saw the Banjoku King walking towards them at the end of the road, extreme fear gripped their hearts, forcing them to scream!
Especially Jiyu's daughter-in-law—she sensed the undisguised malice of the monstrous -Banjoku King towards the unborn child in her womb.
The Dasharatha's wife wanted to get up and run away, but as a nine-month pregnant woman, she could only move with the help of servants.
At this moment, the servants and maids scattered and fled, so how come someone came back to help her?
The two pregnant women collapsed to the ground, excruciating pain erupting from deep within their abdomens.
Their faces turned deathly pale instantly.
Is it really happening at this time that she's about to give birth?
Banjoku King laughed heartily, "Shiva's favor! Shiva's favor! Today I can not only eat a Brahmin, but also have a Kshatriya dish!"
He brandished his sharp claws, about to reach for the pregnant woman.
Snap!
A wooden staff came from behind.
Suddenly, the figures of the Immortal Zhongyou appeared.
He stood in front of the two pregnant women, holding a wooden cane and a water bottle.
"Banjoku King!"
"My lord, why go to such lengths? Isn't this exactly what you wanted to see?" Banjoku King smiled magnanimously. "It was your indulgence and hints that allowed me to devour all one hundred of Jiyu's sons. So why are you stopping me from eating the one hundred and one more?"
The hungry ghost chuckled, "Do you really think that posthumous child will thank you for saving him? No, he'll only try every means to take revenge on you after he's born!"
"My sir, turn around and look at that widow behind you. Right now, she is glaring at you with hatred in her eyes."
None of the Immortal Zhongyou turned back.
He simply raised his cane as if he were raising a sword or a gun.
"You have already eaten a hundred Brahmin, and before that, you have eaten many more," said the Immortal Zhongyou in a somber tone. "Today is your death day, Banjoku King ... no, hungry ghost."
"Rakshasa Ghoul? You're absolutely right." Banjoku King laughed heartily. "In that case, eating you is the same."
His hands suddenly clasped together, and he bowed slightly.
It was as if they were bowing, or as if they were saying goodbye to the last days of their lives as human beings.
When I looked up again, all that remained was endless madness and malice.
A dark crown, resembling a crystal halo, appeared out of thin air and landed on his head.
Shiva, or the August Archon, the Wolf, rejoiced in his asceticism and bestowed upon him supreme blessings.
"Homage to all my friends and great immortals, I am Ravana."
Banjoku King smiled sinisterly, "[Demon King] Ravana."
276. There is hatred.