Eternal Night

Chapter 561 Cool Lie
The Red-Clothed Cult is a Zoroastrian religion, the main religion in the Arab world. Its extraordinary individuals are a lineage of priests exclusive to Zoroastrianism, possessing immense power and extraordinary abilities. The only drawback is that they require a large number of sacrifices.

However, this applies to extraordinary individuals even in the Song Dynasty.

Wu Pifu had learned about the extraordinary individuals in the Song Dynasty. They were basically all using negative energy of the Yin element. They either relied on human suffering, negative emotions, flesh and soul, or on so-called Yin energy to sustain their consumption. Every kind of extraordinary individual was extremely cruel.

He hadn't expected that civilizations outside the Song Dynasty were like this too...

He killed three Zoroastrians, all of whom died tragically, unable to live or die, and most importantly, their souls were not even released.

These extraordinary beings are masters of manipulating negativity and souls. They know best how to inflict immense pain on people while keeping them alive, thus accumulating a massive amount of negativity to use as material. So, of course, they know how painful it is to be treated like this. They... absolutely, absolutely do not want to be treated like this!

Wu Pifu was fully aware of this.

In his previous life in the 21st century, he had a saying: "I would rather give to foreign lands than to my own slaves." Wu Pifu remembered that many people had discussed this saying, only criticizing how vicious the ruling class that said it was.

However, Wu Pifu had a different understanding of this. It was precisely because the ruling class that said these words ruled the people so viciously that she naturally knew how painful and terrifying it would be if she and her people were treated in the same way. That was why she preferred to give to foreigners rather than to her own slaves!
Now, Wu Pifu used the most terrifying methods of these superhumans to treat them. Only three Zoroastrians died like this, and the rest immediately knelt down. They knelt down so decisively and resolutely that they even tore off their clothes and the flame patterns on their skin, and knelt down on the ground with their bodies on the ground. No one even tried to commit suicide... The body can die, but what about the soul?
"Honorable God, forgive us! We are willing to serve you as our Lord for all eternity!"

The chief priest roared loudly, kneeling on the ground and kowtowing incessantly until his scalp bled.

Wu Pifu remained expressionless, casually picking up a Zoroastrian, flicking him aside, and then everyone saw the man begin to scream and self-mutilate wildly. When his skin was completely rotten and his flesh and internal organs had been ripped out, Wu Pifu finally extracted his soul and stuffed it into the negative space of his sea of ​​consciousness. Immediately, the soul let out a terrifying scream, and everyone kneeling around him trembled violently.

Everyone knelt down in awe. The superhumans in the Song Dynasty were not very brave to begin with. Those who had never seen Wu Pifu had some hope, after all, according to the descriptions of the superhumans who had escaped from Bianliang, they thought that this disciple of the immortals was only slightly stronger than them. Even though he killed the wild boar demon with three hundred years of cultivation, he was also seriously injured and could not compare to a real immortal.

However, as soon as Wu Pifu appeared, he traversed hundreds of miles in his physical body, rushing straight from the horizon. He kicked and shattered the demon god's claw, which was manifested only through the sacrifice of tens of thousands of souls. He then grabbed and kneaded the demon god. His combat power alone was already sky-high, something they couldn't even imagine.

Is this still a descendant of immortals? This person is probably already an immortal!?

The Christians, on the other hand, were also bold because they were truly unafraid of death; they believed that death meant going to heaven, or at least that's what they thought.

But little did anyone know that Wu Pifu's methods would be so terrifying and ruthless.

Go to heaven? They'll refine your soul to dust!

This was truly terrifying. Not only did the dozens of superhumans kneel, but the thousands of rebel soldiers who witnessed the entire process also knelt down.

At this point, the rebels outside Jiangdu City gradually stopped their long-range bombardment. Then, seeing the towering pillar of heaven rise up, and the extraordinary beings they regarded as great gods falling silent, the commanders of these rebels lost their courage, and the besieging rebels all began to flee.

All of this was within Wu Pifu's perception, but he didn't care. After killing another Zoroastrian, he said again, "Tell me how to save the souls of those people, and I will give you a quick death, and your souls can go wherever you want. How about it?"

The priest wailed, “We can’t do it! Those souls were sacrificed. Theologically speaking, they already belong to our Lord Ahura Mazda. This is the law of cause and effect and the will of fate. Otherwise, how could we summon the arm of the demon? Unless our Lord shows mercy and allows those heretics to be reborn, they will live forever in Hellfire…”

Wu Pifu ignored them, grabbed another Zoroastrian and tortured him again, repeating this extremely cruel torture. Finally, he swallowed the soul and said in an extremely calm tone, "I don't care. If I can't bring back the souls of those people, I will keep my word. If I can't, at least give me a way to bring them back. Otherwise, I will crush you one by one, and then go to your country, your hometown, your city, and crush every single person of your sect, and then crush every single believer of your sect. You bet on whether I can do it or not."

The priest screamed in agony, his face filled with despair. He didn't even dare to commit suicide, and could only keep kowtowing and begging for mercy, completely dazed and numb.

Just as Wu Pifu was about to randomly select another lucky Zoroastrian, a Zoroastrian suddenly shouted, "Your Majesty, I have the law! I have the law!"

Wu Pifu stopped, but did not retract his arm. Instead, he looked at the Zoroastrian.

Ignoring everything else, driven by his super survival instinct, he shouted urgently, "Perform another grand sacrifice, with the most magnificent offerings! We have worshipped Ahura Mazda for a thousand years. We have a covenant with Him. Even if this covenant between man and god is to be broken, the faith of our world must be reduced to a certain level. Now, perform a grand sacrifice as soon as possible. Even if He does not respond, the sacred fire of His divine kingdom will surely descend. At that time, Your Majesty, you will surely be able to find the location of His divine kingdom!"

Wu Pifu slowly withdrew his palm. He thought carefully for a moment, then asked, "Mastermind, if I want to actively mark the location of a source in a dream world, is that possible?"

"Judgment in progress... Judgment complete. It can be done. Based on the strength and level of the source, 500,000 points will be spent to imprint the standard coordinates on the Infinite."

Wu Pifu breathed a sigh of relief and looked at the Zoroastrian, asking, "How should we perform the ritual?"

Within seconds, the Zoroastrian's hair roots turned white, and wrinkles appeared on his face. Ignoring these signs, he immediately said, "Blood sacrifice, my lord desires souls... only blood sacrifice is possible."

Wu Pifu looked up and thought for a moment before asking, "How many people do you mean by a grand sacrificial ceremony, where blood is sacrificed at once?"

The Zoroastrian said, "At least 100,000 people, the more the better. The more people there are, the stronger the covenant's power, and the less likely He is to refuse!" Wu Pifu then said with satisfaction, "Very good, very good. Then it's decided that it's you... I will go to your country next, and then use your superhumans, their families, and your most fanatical believers as sacrifices. I believe that for you, being able to go to Ahura Mazda's divine kingdom is probably the thing you've always dreamed of, right?"

The Zoroastrian was immediately dumbfounded, but he was clearly a formidable character. He immediately knelt down and said, "Please allow me to serve the revered god. I will surely fulfill any commandment the revered god gives!"

"No."

Wu Pifu said in a calm but resolute tone, "You must die, all of you must die. But I keep my word. I can make your death easier, or I can let your soul go on its own. An eye for an eye, and the debt is settled when you die."

Unexpectedly, the Zoroastrian breathed a sigh of relief and immediately knelt down respectfully before Wu Pifu, saying, "As Your Majesty wishes, after my death I will transform my soul into a ghost, and I can still serve Your Majesty, as long as Your Majesty agrees to let me serve you!"

Wu Pifu was stunned for a moment. He hadn't turned around yet. After thinking for a few seconds, he looked at the man with the eyes of someone looking at a talent.

You can still play like this, right?
However, he would not take back what he had said. He immediately said to the Zoroastrian, "This sacrifice must be completed. Now you can choose three of them as your deputies. Think about how to complete it and how to effectively lure Ahura Mazda to me. If you fail to do so, I will still make sure you never get out of this world!"

"Yes!"

The Zoroastrian responded loudly, and without hesitation, selected three people from the remaining Zoroastrians. These three people immediately felt as if they had been granted a pardon and ran behind him, immediately taking him as their leader. As for the remaining Zoroastrians, Wu Pifu didn't bother with them. He pointed at each of them, and a burst of energy landed on them. The remaining Zoroastrians all screamed in agony, tearing at their own bodies with utter despair.

Wu Pifu ignored them and, after their physical bodies died, destroyed their souls as well!
Then he turned to look at all the Song Dynasty superhumans and White-Robed Cross superhumans lying on the ground and said, "If you are just resisting the reforms and starting a rebellion, or if you simply say you want to get rid of me and kill the Song Dynasty as well, that's fine. We can go back and forth. Whether you bring a large army or gather all the superhumans to kill me, you are welcome!"

"If you kill me, that's your power. No matter what you do in this world, I will not have any complaints. But if I win, I will only kill you at most. I will not torture you or do anything to your souls... I have never done this before. Whether it is the superhumans in Bianliang, the superhumans of the Jin people, or the superhumans in the north, I will only kill them at most."

At this moment, perhaps terrified, thinking they too would be tortured to death in the same way, their souls unable to escape, a female supernatural being from the Song Dynasty suddenly jumped up and screamed, "You're lying! When you went north, you killed my fellow disciples, cut off their heads, and then boiled them all with quicklime! I saw it with my own eyes!!"

"That's, that's..."

Wu Pifu blushed and shouted, "Shut up! That's just punishment after death!"

After saying that, Wu Pifu slapped the female superhuman, but instead of killing her, he broke all four of her limbs and left her rolling on the ground.

"Now, I'll give you a chance. Although you're doomed to die, I can kill you without torturing you!"

Wu Pifu looked at the superhumans kneeling on the ground and said, "From now on, go find those gentry, local tyrants, high-ranking officials, or other superhumans who plundered and massacred the people, and who used the rebellion to exploit them. Each of you must find at least one hundred people, and they cannot be ordinary soldiers who follow orders. If you find them, I will let you go easily. If you haven't found them all before I suppress the entire rebellion..."

"You don't want to know the outcome, believe me. Of course, you can try to escape, you can try and see what happens."

After saying that, Wu Pifu ignored the superhumans and turned his gaze to the thousands of soldiers kneeling in the distance.

"Two draws, one kill..."

Wu Pifu's voice rang in the ears of these soldiers and officers: "Begin the operation."

Two draws and one kill!?
Thousands of soldiers were stunned. The entire army fell silent. Then Wu Pifu shook his head, walked to the side, and lifted a boulder at least ten meters high, hurling it into the army. With a bang, at least several hundred people were crushed into a bloody pulp by the boulder. A bloody mess appeared in the army's ranks, with flesh and blood splattering around them. Some soldiers wiped their faces blankly, their hands covered in flesh and bone fragments. Then, the entire army exploded. Thousands began to flee in panic, while others frantically picked up their weapons and slashed at those around them.

The superhumans didn't even dare to raise their heads. Under the gaze of such a ferocious man, even if they obeyed his orders, the best outcome would be a quick death. They all felt aggrieved and desolate, and for a moment, many of the superhumans actually started to cry.

Seeing the Heroic Spirit Shattering Blade flashing in Wu Pifu's hand, seemingly about to unleash a massacre, Huang Rong couldn't bear it. She whispered, "Brother Pifu, they... they're just following orders. Two draws and one kill is really too cruel."

Wu Pifu replied seriously, "Rong'er, you don't understand. Don't pity the innocent people who were slaughtered. If they had their reasons, were following orders, or had no other choice, then who would the innocent people who were slaughtered turn to for justice? I will kill all those who ordered all of this. Not only will the ringleaders be killed, but those who assisted will be killed, and those who took advantage of the chaos will be killed. I will also kill all those who were used as tools by them!"

"Not only will I kill their bodies, but I will also mobilize all the Confucian scholars in the north and south of China to destroy their hearts. I will compile their deeds into history, and then send these scholars to travel all over the mountains and fields to tell their stories, like storytellers. I will also gather all their corpses together and suppress them in one place. Then, every few years, I will organize all the high-ranking officials, nobles, and gentry of the Song Dynasty to come and watch, to educate them that if they do not treat the common people as human beings, not only will they die, but also their lackeys, or anyone who is used as a weapon, will all die!"

"Let the high-ranking officials, the nouveau riche, the gentry, and the extraordinary suffer a little more. I'll bear the infamy, whether it's ten years or a hundred years, I just don't believe it!"

Wu Pifu raised his knife and stepped forward, leaving Huang Rong with only one last sentence.

"...I can't create a bright and just world where all ordinary people are treated as human beings!"

(End of this chapter)