Chapter 1281: Evil God_4

“Since there’s no escaping, then all of you faithless blasphemers shall be sacrificed to the Evil God!”

Saying that, he ignored the other clergy and charged forward fearlessly.

That bloodthirsty, twisted face looked like a demon from Hell.

Moreover, his movements were swift, his blood was boiling—nothing like a seventy- or eighty-year-old man.

Just being near this old man, you would be affected by his lust for killing.

That thick scent of blood, how many people must he have killed to get it, no one knew.

The black-clothed Ninja also rushed forward, swarming in numbers.

Whether it was this Bishop or the other clergy, the orders were to leave none alive.

This evil cult that worships slaughter as their supreme doctrine, since they were in the way, they must be mercilessly exterminated!

“Wind Style: Thousand-Faced Wind!”

A massive storm swept towards the old man, carving countless bloody gashes on his body. Instead of crying out in pain, he cheered loudly.

That burning, boiling bloodlust was about to overflow from his eyes.

“Useless! It’s all useless! I, who am favored by the Evil God, am an immortal existence!”

Ignoring his wounds, the old man picked up a black blade and charged into the crowd. Whether attacked by Fireballs or scarred by Wind Escape, he showed no sign of fatigue.

His stamina, his life force, seemed inexhaustible and limitless.

This abnormality made people doubt whether this seventy- or eighty-year-old man was human.

How could such an old man have such vigorous energy and life force?

He had reached an almost inhuman realm.

The black-clothed Ninja dared not engage him head-on; his ghost-like stance was unnerving.

“Ahahahahaha!”

His wicked and sharp laughter was as jarring as a knife scraping glass.

The old man frantically swung the black blade in his hand, even as all the surrounding clergy had already sacrificed themselves, he continued fighting.

Rather, he seemed to enjoy the battle.

Enjoying the blood and slaughter.

For the supreme and immaculate doctrine of killing in his heart.

Even martyring himself here was not out of the question.

Just then, a flash of blood-red light flickered deep in the forest.

Before the old man could react, he was struck by the blood-light and sent flying.

He rolled dozens of times on the ground before stopping, his head heavy.

He stood up and saw what had knocked him flying.

A massive Blood Dragon, overlooking him from above.

“This is the Chinoike Clan’s Kekkeigenkai… the Ketsuryugan, renowned alongside the Sharingan. I didn’t expect it to survive until today. I’ve heard they, like the Uchiha Clan, suffered a clan-wide massacre.”

The old man seemed to recall something, showing an extremely sinister smile on his face.

…

A path in the forest.

Wearing a black coat, embroidered with a Shion Flower emblem, and an eye-catching round gold medallion.

Kakuzu carried a black money box from successful debt collection, sensing something amiss in the forest’s aura, he looked up at the sky.

A faint blood-red hue tinged the sky.

Is there a battle going on? Kakuzu stopped and began to ponder.

Just then, he caught sight of something on the roadside out of the corner of his eye.

A thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy squatted in the roadside grass, idly counting the number of wildflowers.

Kakuzu didn’t hesitate to walk over, standing behind the boy, and asked, “Hey kid, how do I get to the nearby town?”

“Huh?”

The boy turned around, looked up at Kakuzu with an annoyed expression.

“Don’t call me kid, I have a name, it’s Hidan.”

“Is that so? How do I get to the nearby town?”

Kakuzu wasn’t bothered.

No matter what, he wouldn’t argue with a teenager.

The boy named Hidan dug his ear arrogantly and said, “Looking for directions? Simple. Kill someone, then I’ll tell you how to get to the nearest town.”

“…”

Kakuzu looked at Hidan strangely.

Killing someone just to get directions… what a peculiar kid.

However, now rather than killing for money, his primary task was debt collection.

He then walked away indifferently, feeling that getting involved with this kid would lead to a lot of trouble; it’s better to leave.

Hidan snorted, watching Kakuzu’s gradually receding back.

“Really, just look at him—someone who’s a faithless blasphemer, admitting such people to the cult would be frowned upon by the Evil God. The Bishop, too, really, why isn’t he here yet, it’s been past the agreed time.”

Saying this, Hidan’s face turned impatient.