Death, Accompanied by Rebirth

Bang! Bang, bang, bang!

Scarlet spikes shot out suddenly like scattering flowers, the whistling sound of piercing air incessant, instantly piercing through the crowd like nails through paper.

Clumps of blood blossoms burst open in mid-air.

The terrifying penetrating power struck the human body, not lingering in the flesh and bones, but directly piercing through, then piercing into deeper places!

Splattering on the surrounding walls and reliefs, dyeing them red and transforming them into a sea of red clouds and blood.

Even with his eyes tightly shut, Yahiko could still clearly hear those sounds.

Until finally, all sounds ceased.

Complete corpses knelt on the ground, heads bowed, encircling the location where Yun Chuan was in a semicircle, large amounts of fresh blood blooming like flowers, flowing into a pool of blood.

"Cough, cough! Cough!"

On that altar made of skulls, Kousan struggled, kneeling on the ground, his body riddled with pink holes.

Several places had even pierced through his spine and heart, but even so, he had not died.

Because the blood of those acolytes was constantly surging, flowing into his body from under the altar like a spring, healing his damaged body at a visible speed.

But at this moment, a shadow loomed down, plunging him into darkness.

Kousan subconsciously looked up, a black spear thrusting out from the sleeve, accompanied by a fierce, abrupt screech.

"Too close," he couldn't help but think to himself. "Just a little blood, and I can..."

But before he could stab the person in front of him, he felt his wrist being entangled.

It was a fleshy, scarlet tentacle, tightly gripping the black spear that was thrust out.

Crack!!

The tentacle twisted violently, completely breaking Kousan's wrist.

"Ugh!" he groaned, revealing an expression of extreme pain.

Immediately afterwards, the tentacle, with a ferocity that did not belong to humans, lashed out at him in the whistling of the air.

Bang!!

In a bone-cracking explosion that made one's teeth ache, Kousan was instantly sent flying towards the wall, his limbs twisting and tumbling down the altar!

"Only when two sides of comparable strength are fighting does the distance between them have any meaning."

"Unfortunately, between you and me, distance is meaningless."

Yun Chuan's voice first entered Kousan's ears from a distance, but in the next second, he suddenly felt a foreign object pierce into his chest.

Puchi!

Yun Chuan looked down at him, his tone gentle, "See, just like this, I can touch your heart."

If one ignored the tentacle piercing his heart, his tone was almost like a greeting.

But another tentacle behind him stretched out, wrapped around Kousan's neck, and lifted him up directly.

"An incomplete immortal body?"

Looking at the heart that was still beating even after being pierced, and then at the head he had just curled up to protect, Yun Chuan shook his head and sighed, "Having a life force that is disproportionate to your strength is also a kind of sorrow."

Compared to Hidan in the original story, this guy's "immortal body" was too weak, requiring sufficient blood.

"Cough, cough! You... blasphemer... more like a monster than me!"

Kousan's voice was extremely hoarse and cold, hardly something a human could produce, his face covered in filthy blood unusually deranged, sneering, "Kill me, and you will be cursed by the 'Lord,' death will follow you like a shadow!"

Just as the words fell, Yun Chuan suddenly felt an inexplicable sense of being spied upon.

"Hmm?" Yun Chuan raised an eyebrow.

Following his senses, he turned his head to look at the faceless stone statue on the altar, and immediately understood that those "eyes" were spying on him through the cracks.

Invisible gazes scanned him from head to toe, every inch of his skin held in their hands, slowly tightening their grip, as if wanting to greedily wring him into a pool of blood.

"The Lord is watching me, and you will be cursed!"

Kousan stared intently at Yun Chuan in front of him, his eyes seeming to pierce through his soul, wanting to see his fear and cowardice.

But in the next moment, Kousan suddenly felt a sharp pain surge into his brain.

Fresh blood slid down from the tip of the tentacle, finally falling to the ground with a crisp sound.

"Ah!!"

He let out an extremely shrill scream, casting a venomous gaze at Yun Chuan.

But Yun Chuan's face was covered by a scarlet mask, and those deep blue eyes were like a dry well, as if they could devour all prying eyes, unable to expect him to leave behind even a trace of fear with pity.

"A curse?"

He looked at Kousan, whose brain had been pierced by the tentacle, swaying in the air, and said softly, "More like a promise."

"Then, my promise is..."

"To kill all so-called gods."

Pfft!

He pulled out the tentacle, letting Kousan fall to his knees with a "thump," his head tilted back.

A calm voice entered his ears, and in Kousan's gradually lifeless pupils, only fear remained.

The candlelight on the wall reflected a dark red glow, making Yun Chuan look particularly bewitching, even more terrifying than the stone statue.

This guy was a blasphemer.

—And a monster.

[Mission Name: Acolyte's Sacrament]
[Mission Level: Blue]
[Mission Status: Completed]
[Held Points: 5200 (2200+3000)]

Yun Chuan lowered his eyes, retracting the scarlet tentacle.

He merely glanced at the stone statue, revealing a smile full of coldness.

Then, he turned and walked towards the stone tower's door.

"Let's go."

Nagato silently watched the entire process, patted the stunned Yahiko, and turned to follow Yun Chuan out of the stone tower.

But as Yahiko regained his senses and was about to turn and leave, he suddenly heard a faint cry, as if mixed with blood mist, floating into his ears, accompanied by a nightmare-like low chant.

Yahiko's pupils instantly shrank, and his hair stood on end as he abruptly turned back to look.

He saw that on the altar, the woman who seemed to have been forgotten had actually given birth to a child!

"Waaah!"

"The Lord is with me, in this desolate and despairing land, the Lord grants me abundant grace, I offer my faith to the Lord..."

The entire stone tower suddenly fell into dead silence, with only the woman's devout chanting and the increasingly deep crying echoing in Yahiko's ears.

He couldn't help but start walking towards the skull altar, eventually breaking into a run.

The altar was smeared with blood like a slaughterhouse, and the pungent stench of blood was enough to make one nauseous.

But as Yahiko carefully bent down and picked up the crying infant, a complex look suddenly flashed in his eyes.

"A child..."

He looked at the pale-faced woman beside him, who was still praying devoutly, and clenched the sharp short knife in his hand, the sadness in his eyes fleeting.

For the first time, he felt that life and fate were so vivid and pitiful.

Fate has no mercy, and the long night of the Lord has no end.

"I'm sorry, please don't blame me..."

Yahiko murmured as he looked at the woman, a look of determination finally appearing on his face, and he said with pity, "No, please hate me as much as you want."

With that, he held the infant in one hand and raised the short knife with the other.

Pfft!

The devout prayer came to an abrupt halt, and blood splattered on Yahiko's face, adding a touch of eeriness to him.

Along with the passing of life, there was also the unbearable feeling in Yahiko's heart, and the head of that stone statue.

The cut on its neck was incredibly smooth, as if its head had been chopped off with a single blow!

It's not that death is new life.

Rather, death accompanies new life...

Outside the stone tower, Nagato turned to look at Yun Chuan beside him, puzzled, "Brother, is that naive, hot-blooded idiot really worth your special attention?"

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