Evil God Cultists

"Now the question was, did he need to avoid them?"

The moment that question arose, Chiba immediately had an answer.

He did not consider himself a particularly good person, nor was he interested in getting involved with the Evil God Cult. But he had even fought the Third Hokage and wanted to capture Tailed Beasts as power banks. Was he supposed to avoid a few Evil God cultists?

"Come to think of it, that village should have plenty of cooking seasonings. They would be perfect for my picnic."

With that thought, Chiba created a shadow clone and sent it toward that village.

In his memories, Hidan was the only Evil God cultist who had successfully obtained the Evil God's power and gained an Immortal Body.

Then one of Chiba's shadow clones should be enough to deal with the Evil God cultists in that village.

If something unexpected really happened, he would still have time to do something about it.

Meanwhile!

In the forest not far from where Chiba's main body was!

"Run, run!"

"Don't kill me! I don't want to die!"

"Someone save us!"

"..."

Several ordinary villagers with no great power were running forward desperately, their faces filled with despair and terror.

Their lives had originally been poor and dull, with nothing much to look forward to, but at least they had been peaceful.

But today, a group of terrifying lunatics—demons from who knew where—had appeared, shouting things like "Evil God" and "sacrifice" as they charged into their village and began a bloody slaughter.

If they had not happened to be working outside the village from the beginning, they might already have been dead.

But those damned beasts had actually sent people to search around the village entrance for survivors.

Unfortunately, they had been discovered and were now being hunted down.

"Stop running. Offer your lives to the great Evil God."

"You heretics who resist sacrifice, the Evil God will surely punish you severely."

"Enough playing around. Hurry up and kill them, then offer them to the great Evil God."

"Soon. If we slaughter a few more villages and offer the Evil God more sacrifices, perhaps we can gain the Evil God's power like Lord Hidan."

Several Evil God cultists wore expressions of madness and fanaticism beneath their black hoods.

They sincerely believed that slaughtering those around them to please the great Evil God was the only right thing in this world.

Obtaining the Evil God's power like Hidan was their greatest pursuit at the moment.

At the same time, these Evil God cultists—at least these few—also had a cruel and twisted side.

As the heretics struggled desperately to survive, until they were utterly exhausted and completely despairing, the cultists would kill them with satisfied expressions and offer them to the great Evil God through a special ritual.

Otherwise, these ordinary heretics, who did not even possess the strength of Genin, would have long since been killed.

But now, the time was about right. It was time to grant these heretics the honor of offering their lives to the Evil God.

Afterward, they could look around for other surviving heretics nearby who could be sacrificed, then return.

"Wait, something seems off?"

Suddenly, an Evil God cultist who seemed to possess sensory abilities noticed something unusual. "Someone seems to be approaching us on purpose, and his speed..."

Before he could finish speaking, the other cultists were horrified to discover that an unfamiliar white-eyed boy had appeared before them in a Body Flicker.

"Tch, where did this little heretic come from? How dare he interrupt our sacrifice to the great Evil God?"

"Byakugan? His forehead is unmarked. Could he be from the Main Family of the Konohagakure Hyuga Clan?"

"Hehehe, then leave his Byakugan behind and offer his corpse to the great Evil God."

"No, his Byakugan must be offered to the Evil God too!"

Seeing that Chiba's shadow clone was only a child, the cultists did not realize the seriousness of the situation at all.

Instead, in their eyes, Chiba, who possessed the Byakugan, was a fairly high-quality sacrifice.

"A bunch of idiots!"

The sensory-type Evil God cultist who had first noticed Chiba's approach stared fixedly at him, sweat beginning to pour from his entire body.

"Such enormous Chakra. It has at least reached the level of a Jonin."

"And if he really is from the Main Family of the Hyuga Clan, he cannot have appeared here casually."

"Either he has sufficiently powerful Branch Family protectors, or he is extremely strong himself."

Chiba was merely standing there without making any move, yet the sensory-type heretic felt as though he were being watched by an incredibly terrifying being.

That made him instantly realize that the white-eyed boy before them definitely belonged to the type whose individual strength was terrifyingly high.

Yet those foolish companions around him had not realized it at all and were still madly testing the edge of death.

"Die, white-eyed heretic!"

At that moment, something happened that made the sensory-type Evil God cultist's scalp go even more numb. One of the Evil God cultists not far from him grinned viciously and threw several shuriken at Chiba.

The other Evil God cultists rapidly moved in from different directions, preparing to surround and attack Chiba.

"Playing close combat with someone from the Hyuga Clan? Looks like you sacrificed your brains to that so-called Evil God too."

Chiba shook his head. He did not even have the interest to use a move like Rotation, easily dodging every attack.

Then, he appeared in front of an Evil God cultist as though teleporting and lightly sent out a palm strike.

Bang!

That Evil God heretic was violently blasted backward, only stopping after crashing hard enough into a large tree behind him to snap it in half.

At the same time, an incomparably domineering stream of Chakra invaded every part of his meridians through the place where he had been struck, forcibly destroying them all. It then spread from the shattered meridians throughout his limbs and body, extinguishing every shred of life he had left.

In his final moments, that Evil God cultist saw one companion after another have their lives harvested by that harmless-looking white-eyed boy in exactly the same manner.

"Y-you... what kind of monster are you?"

Seeing this, the sensory-type Evil God cultist seemed to break down. As if warning Chiba and comforting himself at the same time, he shouted, "This is blasphemy against the Evil God! The Evil God will definitely punish you."

"You will regret this."

After saying that, the sensory-type Evil God cultist ignored Chiba's reaction, turned around, and fled.

"He actually ran?"

Chiba was somewhat surprised, and his tone turned disdainful. "You keep shouting about sacrificing lives, but when you truly face death, you become afraid and run away?"

"You seem a little disloyal to the Evil God."

"Fine. I'm a kind person, so I'll send you to meet the Evil God you've been yearning for."

Eight Trigrams Vacuum Palm!

Chiba struck out with his palm from afar, and the fleeing sensory-type Evil God cultist's "escape" speed increased severalfold.

Unfortunately, he could not turn, ultimately achieving the impressive result of perishing together with two large trees.