Chapter 180

"Cough cough cough..."

Kuisatushta felt the pressure on his neck suddenly ease, and watched as the other person slowly stood up until his neck was released, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Zuo Jian stood up, then watched as the scene before him gradually distorted, and the next moment—

A crimson humanoid phantom appeared before him, opening its mouth-like structure and uttering a sound almost identical to his own.

[He's right, Zuo Jian.]

[If doing this can truly save Sarkaz, then it's acceptable no matter how you look at it.]

[You think so too, right?]

[Kill a few, and you will save the many.]

[Don't you think this method is very cost-effective and efficient?]

Zuo Jian lowered his head, his pupils wide as he stared at his surroundings.

A railway track stretched out from afar, then split in two at my feet.

To his left, he saw the woman called Theresa, and the Sarkaz girl who was also an experimental subject, but whose name was still unknown.

On the right, countless Sarkaz bodies are scattered across the railway tracks.

In the distance, a strange, scarlet train had a distorted face staring directly at it from the front.

The train's chimney emitted a piercing whistle, and the face on the front of the train had a strangely curved mouth, almost as if it were... giving itself a mocking and sarcastic smile.

Splash...

A stone pillar slowly rose from the foot of the Zuo Jian chamber, and on it, the buttons for adjusting the tracks appeared particularly glaring, and...

There is only one choice.

He turned his head and looked at the pure Sarkaz woman, who seemed to have come to her senses and was slowly stepping forward to protect the weak blonde Sarkaz girl.

Why is there only one button?

Because from beginning to end, you could never make a choice that sacrifices the majority of people!

[Kind- Zuo Jian! You only do the right thing, don't you?]

[Or will you make a different choice? To kill the vast majority of people you've never even met, just for the sake of a few people in front of you?]

[Hahahaha!!! Can you do that? Can you do that?!]

Zuo Jian lowered his Zuo Jian, his face grim as he stared at the incredibly glaring button in front of him.

"Waaaaah--------"

[Hahahaha!!!!!]

The train whistle blared nearby, mingling with the shrill laughter beside me, as if mocking my actions.

Clang--Clang--

The train was getting closer and closer, until it was about to pass right in front of Zuo Jian.

In an instant, the surrounding space seemed to be swallowed by darkness, and not a single ray of light could be seen...

In reality...

"Pfft!!!"

Kuisatushta coughed up an even larger mouthful of blood, and his face quickly turned deathly pale.

Damn it, to which Sarkaz hero does this unknown wandering spirit belong???

In fact, from the very beginning, he had been trying to use witchcraft to interfere with the other party's mind and consciousness at all times. However, the other party's consciousness was like an incredibly thick city wall, leaving him helpless!

What a joke! In all his years, he had never seen anyone with such a mental state; his witchcraft was practically useless against this person!

But thankfully... just now... just now, a fine gap appeared in the wall surrounding the opponent's spiritual world. In that instant, I desperately managed to cast a spell, seeping it into that crack.

However... in the instant he tried to influence the other party, he sensed an indescribable and terrifying aura erupting around him.

If I hadn't escaped quickly, I probably would have been completely torn apart...

However, whether his own witchcraft worked or the monster itself encountered some problem, it didn't matter! The important thing was that the monster was indeed in a daze at this moment!

Although he didn't know how many seconds it would last, he had to create distance between himself and her immediately!

Kuisatushta suppressed the mental backlash and physical weakness while simultaneously calculating the duration of his opponent's dazed state.

One second...

Two seconds...

'You're so nagging, Zuo Jian! You're just like someone else's parent... But... I don't dislike it.'

'Well, there's nothing we can do about it. What can we do? Our Zuo Jian is such a kind and good person. Wherever you go, I'll be with you!'

All around was endless darkness.

But all that could be heard was the death knell of train whistles and the scraping sound of the rails as death scytheed against them.

Theresa had lost count of how long she had been there. The moment she opened her eyes, she noticed a faint sense of danger emanating from the darkness.

But... she saw a Sarkaz girl lying beside her, weakly calling for help.

Is it an echo, or an illusion?

She didn't know, but... when she realized she seemed unable to leave the structure around her that resembled a railway track, Theresa stepped forward and hugged the unfamiliar Sarkaz girl. With her back to the source of the whistle, she shielded the girl with her own body.

Then... she quietly closed her eyes...

Hoo--

There seems to be a sound in my ear.

It sounded like... a gentle breeze blowing through a fire.

"Whether it's that black-robed bastard or you (myself), one or two of them, just because they gained power, they start to think they have the right to decide the life and death of others. Their arrogance is so disgusting it makes me want to vomit."

Flesh and blood began to reform.

Zuo Jian then realized that he had just...

It remained in the same headless skeleton posture as before.

But at this moment, a burning heart appeared in his chest cavity, beating and burning, sending blood throughout his body and coalescing into a massive form!

"You bunch of bastards... what do you think your lives are?!"

"Boom!!!!"

Theresa paused, then turned to look behind her.

The surrounding darkness was completely dispelled, and at that moment, the crimson figure, covered in thick armor, swung its fist heavily at the moving train!!!

The immense impact shattered the train, and also shattered this brief space of consciousness!

In reality...

Kuisatushta struggled to pull the longsword that had pinned him to the floor, then continued counting down the time.

Four seconds... five seconds...

He'd held her captive for five seconds; that should be enough time, considering he'd used his magic with all his might... He figured it would at least hold her until he could get up...

Kuisatushta braced himself against the floor to get up, but the next moment, the hairs on the back of his head suddenly stood on end!

"Someone like you who tramples on life, do you really think you're the savior of the Sarkaz?"

"What! Only five seconds..."

A chilling voice rang out, and the next moment, his words, along with his broken teeth, were swallowed back down his throat.

The fist, covered in crimson arm armor, struck its opponent with the speed to shatter space! The latter was launched like a cannonball and embedded itself heavily in the wall beside it.

... I was reincarnated into another world and gained power, but is this power something that allows me to define the value of other people's lives?

No, it's not.

He stepped forward, still using Theresa's voice, but speaking in a completely different style.

"I reject your question because it, like your actions right now, makes me feel pathetic, and... angry."

"If Catastrophes try to take people's lives, then smash them; if war tries to take people's lives, then end it."

"If disease tries to take people's lives, then cure it; if famine tries to take people's lives, then cultivate it."

"How arrogant! You know what you're saying—"

Kuisatushta looked up as if to say something, but the next moment, he was met with a crimson afterimage!

Pfft!!

"Ahhh!!!"

The crimson longsword was hurled by Zuo Jian! It pierced directly into Kuisatushta's chest, pinning him to the wall once more!

"These are your last words?"

Zuo Jian's figure lunged forward in an instant, then raised his fist, covered by his arm armor, like a hammer of judgment, to deliver punishment to his opponent.

Chapter Fifteen, Wait for me, Zuo Jian!

Damn it.

Although he was currently maintaining a good aura, only Zuo Jian knew the true state of his body.

The restoration of bodily functions does not mean that the fatal injury has been completely healed, nor does it mean that the energy that has not been taken in from the outside for a long time can be replenished.

Not to mention.

Although his consciousness was still connected to Laurentina's flesh and blood, the connection was far weaker than before due to the nature of this body, as evidenced by the fact that the flesh and blood he recalled only covered half of her body.

At this moment, beneath the blood-stained white dress, he was using his own flesh and blood to build up muscles that pressed against the joints of this body.

His stamina was being depleted much faster than he had anticipated; otherwise, the longsword he had just thrown should have pierced the opponent's head or neck, killing him on the spot.

Instead of simply landing on his chest and pinning him to the wall like this.

There's no time to waste.

This body is growing weaker and weaker; if this continues, it may cause some unpredictable damage.

Zuo Jian them, and the air seemed to freeze for a moment, except for the flesh and blood arm armor on his left arm, which was rapidly changing!

The flesh and blood began to concentrate at the point where the fist was thrown, and the size of the arm armor expanded to twice its original size. More pupils opened from its outer layer, staring intently at the still-breathing Kuisatushta before it.

.

Time seemed to stretch out indefinitely, and the black-robed Sarkaz around them, or rather, the Confessors, stood trembling in place, not daring to take a step forward.

From the very beginning, when their leader was being suppressed by the enemy, they noticed something was wrong.

My body... I can't move.

An invisible pressure was emanating from the opponent, accompanied by his constant rage and surging killing intent, making the many Confessors feel as if an invisible hand had gripped their hearts.

Let alone taking a step forward, some people were so intimidated by its power that they didn't even dare to breathe, let alone offer any assistance.

In this respect, Kuisatushta showed his uniqueness. After all, the other Confessors didn't dare to breathe loudly at this moment, while he could even try to resist when facing them directly.

Unfortunately, the opponent's resistance was destined to be futile. Even though time seemed to have been stretched by half, everyone could still feel the terrifying power contained in the punch that was about to be thrown.

Its explosive power.

However, while everyone stood frozen in place, barely daring to breathe, a blue-haired figure stared wide-eyed at the approaching Kuisatushta... Salus, enduring the oppressive aura of a weak animal facing a superior predator, forced himself to move.

She struggled, looking at the critically injured Kuisatushta before her, and uttered a weak whisper...

"Father."

She couldn't get close to its surroundings at all, but... someone could.