Eternal Night

Chapter 560 Give me a good time
Wu Pifu set off with Huang Rong without asking for a map or the exact location.

With his martial arts intuition, he would never encounter getting lost or anything strange in this already conquered 0.7 world.

Starting from Bianliang (Kaifeng), Wu Pifu took Huang Rong's endurance into consideration, so he didn't use his internal energy to unleash his full speed. He only traveled a few thousand meters per second and arrived outside Jiangdu City in just over two minutes.

Seeing Jiangdu City being ravaged by ranged weapons, he wasn't worried. Instead, he turned his attention to a location about twenty kilometers away from the city, where blood-red light pierced the sky and resentment soared into the heavens. This resentment could even be seen on a physical level, causing heavy dark clouds to gather in the sky.

Minutes before Wu Pifu arrived, twenty kilometers outside the city, in a small valley, thousands of rebels were sheathing their swords, while inside the valley lay at least fifty thousand corpses, piled high, with blood even forming streams.

“Our Lord’s blood represents the spirituality of life,” a white-robed priest said with a smile.

The white-robed pastor had blond hair, green eyes, a full beard, and a burly build.

"...Our Lord is the Holy Lord, and only a soul is needed," a cardinal priest declared loudly, making a flame with his hands over his chest.

This red-robed priest had brown hair and eyes, a full beard, and a tall stature.

Behind the pastor and priests were a dozen or so people dressed in the same white and red robes, except that the white robes were similar to clerical attire and the red robes were similar to hoods. The white-robed people wore cross decorations on their clothes, while the red robes had flame patterns.

Standing opposite them were more than twenty people dressed in Song Dynasty attire, all of them pale or ashen-faced. The leader was about three meters tall, but so thin that he looked like a skeleton, which was quite frightening. This skeletal old man chuckled and said, "Then the remaining flesh and bones will belong to us. It's exactly three parts, which is just enough to complete the sacrifice."

All three parties were satisfied. The red-robed priest stepped forward and said, "Then this time, we will lead the summoning of the Great Black Heaven Demon God, and we will take the spoils."

The skeletal old man said with a disdainful look, "Here you go, there are plenty of Song people. With this great upheaval, I can also perfect my White Bone Ten Thousand Souls Curse."

The red-robed priest nodded in satisfaction and immediately began chanting incantations. At this moment, the white-robed pastor asked the withered old man curiously, "These are all the best lambs. Don't your tribe's gods have faith?"

The withered old man chuckled sinisterly, “What my Divine Land pursues is immortality. Once you become an immortal, you are a god yourself. What need is there for faith? It’s just that now a true immortal from overseas has descended, and we can’t find a way to enter immortality. Even that giant demon in the north with three hundred years of cultivation has been killed by the disciples of the immortal. Are we just going to sit and wait to be eliminated by those disciples of the immortal? It’s perfect timing to take advantage of the immortal’s long absence and slaughter our way across the north and south of this Divine Land. Once we’ve gathered enough resources, I will immediately lead my disciples to flee to the Miao region in the southwest, or perhaps to the land of Sindhu. I don’t think those disciples of the immortal could possibly chase me to the outer realms, could they?”

The white-robed pastor simply shook his head in confusion.

At this moment, a ball of flame rose from the red-robed priest's body, but the flame was eerie and cold. Within the flame, one could see thousands of hideous ghosts struggling. Immediately afterward, terrifying ghostly wails echoed throughout the mountains and valleys. Countless wandering spirits and wronged souls emerged from the corpses. The thousands of rebel soldiers who had already sheathed their swords were all shocked and terrified. They saw these wandering spirits and wronged souls being gathered together by a force and rushing towards the sky.

The sky gradually darkened, and dark red lightning surged forth. In the distance, a large, withered gate gradually emerged from the clouds.

"In the name of my Lord Ahura Mazda, with the sacred fire as witness, Mahakala, you shall descend and obey my will!"

Everyone saw a holy flame begin to burn on the faintly visible, withered bone gate. Gradually, the withered bone gate slowly opened, and a giant black hand reached out from the crack in the gate.

Suddenly, a human figure appeared from afar, cutting through the wind. It was on the horizon, but in the blink of an eye, it was right next to them. Everyone instinctively looked towards the figure that was flying in like lightning. Behind the withered old man, someone's expression changed drastically, and he immediately shouted, "A disciple of an immortal! It's a disciple of an immortal!!"

The old man with withered bones looked slightly fearful, but when he saw the huge black claw that was over a hundred meters long, he sneered, "No need to be afraid. If it were any other time, we would probably have to avoid its sharp edge. But we have just sacrificed tens of thousands of offerings, and this extraterrestrial demon god also has supernatural powers. It's a good opportunity to meet this so-called disciple of immortals!"

"I'd like to see what this immortal child is like..."

The old man with the skeletal frame had a ferocious look on his face, the white-robed priest had a ferocious look on his face, and the red-robed priest had a ferocious look on his face. Then, the humanoid figure fell from the sky and kicked at the huge black claw that had been extended.

A two-meter-tall humanoid figure faced a pitch-black giant claw hundreds of meters long. Everyone imagined this arrogant immortal disciple being torn apart by a single claw.

then……

The pitch-black giant claw exploded with a bang, and everyone seemed to hear a huge roar. But before the roar could finish, they saw the two-meter-tall humanoid figure tearing out the remaining flesh and bone, which was now just a broken claw.

The force was unbelievably great; it actually tore open most of the barely open bone gate, pulled out an arm after the severed claw, and then half of the body. The upper body of a five- or six-hundred-meter-long black demon was firmly stuck to the bone gate. In the astonished gazes of everyone, in the horrified gazes of the demon as it roared, cursed, and screamed, everyone was stunned.

A two-meter-tall humanoid figure held a young girl in one hand, while the other hand frantically twisted, pulled, tore, crushed, and executed the dark demon...

In less than a second, half of the dark demon's body was reduced to a pulp of flesh and bones. Half of its ribs were torn off, half of its throat was crushed, and its head was almost ripped off. Only then did the dark demon scream as it fled into the skeletal gate, which quickly closed, and at the same time, a sound came from the holy fire.

"How dare a mortal like myself!?"

The voice was majestic and grand, as if the entire world was angrily questioning it.

"Roar!" The humanoid roared to the sky, its voice like rolling thunder, like a howl sweeping across the world. This roar actually suppressed the magnificent sound coming from the sacred fire.

"You son of a bitch! Come on, you bastard, look at me, pull me! Once I've ascended to the higher realm, I'll go to your hometown and scatter your entire family's ashes!!"

The majestic and awe-inspiring sound abruptly ceased, and the gate shrouded in withered bones and the tens of thousands of sacrificed souls vanished instantly upon being thrown into the sacred fire.

Wu Pifu stood in mid-air. After a few seconds, watching the dark clouds dissipate, he immediately asked, "Master computer, determine whether I was being watched and pulled by that thing just now?"

"Judgment in progress... Judgment complete. Citizen Wu Pifu, you have no new source of attention or interference."

Wu Pifu's face darkened.

He had just seen the tens of thousands of souls of the people. Although he immediately took action, he could not save them at all. It seemed that they had satisfied some kind of causal law and already belonged to the owner of the voice.

At that moment, Wu Pifu turned his gaze to the crowd below. With a flash, the Heroic Spirit Shattering Blade appeared in his hand. Without saying a word, he channeled his inner energy into the Heroic Spirit Shattering Blade and then slashed at the small valley. A dazzling blade of light burst forth, slicing the entire small valley in half horizontally.

Everyone—thousands of soldiers, dozens of superhumans—stared in stunned disbelief at the valley's precipitous collapse and the mountainside crumbling. They dared not move an inch. A terrifying pressure enveloped the entire world, and their instincts told them one thing…

To move is to die!
"...Who summoned that thing just now?"

Wu Pifu landed and spoke, his voice echoing throughout the valley, clearly audible even to the soldiers.

Everyone instinctively looked towards the group of cardinals.

The group of red-robed priests were all numb.

They are a lineage of Zoroastrian priests who worship the supreme god Ahura Mazda, and are symbolized by the sacred fire of Ahura Mazda. Krishna is just one of the demons under Ahura Mazda's command.

Even if he is one of the demon gods, he is still a demon god, a deity. Moreover, Ahura Mazda just spoke through the sacred fire, only to be directly rebuked by this disciple of the immortals. Ahura Mazda didn't even send down the sacred fire to burn this blasphemer!

Without waiting for the red-robed priests to speak, Wu Pifu directly struck with one hand, and streams of energy hit the group of red-robed believers, who immediately stood still and motionless.

Wu Pifu put Huang Rong down and walked towards the Red-Clothed Cult members, saying as he walked, "I don't care about anything else, but now that I've seen the souls of the tens of thousands of people who were abducted, I have to take care of them. Now I'm giving you a chance to bring those souls back to me. If you bring them back, I'll let you be free. Is that alright?"

The cardinals were unable to move their bodies, but their mouths could still move. They were all silent, but the leading cardinal roared, "Heretics! You will surely go to hell! Kill us! Those who believe in the true God will not fear the threat of death! Our deaths will only take us to our Lord's heaven!!"

"Huh? You want your soul to go to heaven after you die!?"

Wu Pifu grinned menacingly, especially when he saw the corpses scattered all over the valley. They weren't soldiers, but farmers, city dwellers, women, children, and the elderly. He was already furious.

He pointed at a red-robed believer.

The red-robed cultist was able to move again. He was stunned for a moment, then roared and drew his scimitar. But the next second, a terrifying pain surged from deep within his bones, a pain, an itch, and a numbness, as if countless tiny insects were gnawing at him from the depths of his bones. In an instant, he couldn't even hold the scimitar. He fell to the ground, howling in agony, his hands tearing at his skin and flesh. In just a dozen seconds, he had ripped his skin and flesh to shreds, exposing the bone, but he still couldn't stop the extreme pain.

He ripped off his own ears, gouged out his own eyes, even tore off his own tongue, ripped off all the skin and muscles on his body, pulled out many of his bones, and scattered his internal organs on the ground, but... he just wouldn't die, he just wouldn't die, he just wouldn't die!

Those around them looked as if they had seen a ghost. The skeletal old man and the group of white-robed priests were so frightened that they kept retreating, but dared not run away. The group of red-robed priests, on the other hand, were pale and bluish, wishing they could die immediately.

"You... are accomplices to evil!"

Wu Pifu roared and stomped on the half-human, half-ghost, crushing it into a pulp. He then activated 50% of his negative mental counterattack and, to everyone's surprise, pulled out the red-robed cultist's soul, which appeared in his palm.

Then... he swallowed it into the negative sea of ​​consciousness at an extremely slow speed. The bottomless darkness directly paralyzed the priests and clergy with strong spiritual senses. This soul was not like other "tigers". Once it entered, it was dissolved and digested without even a groan.

Only then did Wu Pifu solemnly declare again, "My promise remains valid. I will bring back the souls of those people..."

"I'll give you a quick death!"

(End of this chapter)