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Chapter 460 A World of Despair

The World of Asura's Wrath
The earth wailed, and the sky was dyed an ominous crimson.

Like a monster crawling out of a twisted nightmare, a monster called "Demon Slayer" is ravaging this remote village.

Screams, cries, desperate howls mingled with the monstrous roars of the demon-slaying monster.

"God! Save us!"

"Great Divine Emperor! Lord Seven Stars! Please have mercy on us sinners!"

Faced with the approaching monster, the surviving villagers did not choose to resist.

Instead, he knelt down, clasped his hands together, and with all his might offered a devout prayer.

Their faces showed not only fear of death, but also a fanatical, almost morbid expectation.

In their view, the appearance of demon-slaying is a manifestation of their own sins.

Only through divine "purification" can their souls be redeemed and return to heaven.

The prayers gathered and transformed into energy called mantras, which drifted towards the sky.

at this time.

Rumble!
With the roar of engines, a fleet of golden warships appeared.

Countless golden figures descended from the airship.

Those are the troops of the Kingdom of God, the human warriors of God!
They were clad in standard armor that gleamed with metallic luster, with mechanical wings extending from their backs, and their faces were cold and stern, like emotionless war machines.

Leading the group was a tall, imposing human general with particularly magnificent armor.

"Purification begins!"

The general surveyed the village's situation and coldly issued orders.

The human forces immediately launched an efficient hunt.

The energy of the mantra crisscrossed in beams, accompanied by a series of explosions.

The demon-slaying force that was so arrogant just moments ago is as fragile as paper in the face of these divine creations.

In the blink of an eye, the demons that had been ravaging the village were completely wiped out.

The surviving villagers erupted in thunderous cheers.

"The gods have come! We are saved!"

"Praise be to the Divine Emperor! Praise be to the Seven Star Heaven!"

The way they looked at the human army was filled with almost blind worship.

However, the leading human general showed no joy on his face.

He landed slowly in the open space in the center of the village, his spear striking the ground with a muffled thud.

He looked around at the villagers who had survived the ordeal and were filled with fervor, and a cold smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

“Mortals, this place has been tainted by the filth of demon-slaying, and your souls will also be defiled.”

"Yes, General! We are guilty!"

"Please guide us! Purify our souls!"

"Let us return to the embrace of heaven!"

Upon hearing this, the villagers were not alarmed; instead, they became even more excited.

They knelt down eagerly, waiting for the gods' "blessings".

“Very well, since you are so devout.”

"Then, I, the general, will personally preside over the ceremony and guide your souls to the Promised Land!"

The god-human smiled and then raised the spear in his hand.

As he moved, two soldiers stepped forward and raised their knives at the villagers.

laugh--!
With a swift stroke, blood gushed from the villager's chest, and his body fell straight down.

Shockingly, the dead villagers showed no signs of pain; instead, they wore happy smiles.

In his final moments, he murmured...

The words "Thanks be to God..."

The other villagers didn't care at all and instead shouted in unison.

"My turn, General!"

Purify me!

The other soldiers of the God Human Force also raised their weapons and aimed them at the villagers who were stretching out their necks, waiting for death.

A massacre in the name of "purification" has begun.

One by one, the villagers fell, their souls transforming into energy called Mantra that soared into the sky.

The earth was stained red with blood, and the air was filled with a strong smell of blood.

But those who were slaughtered all wore strange expressions of satisfaction and relief.

The whole scene was absurd and terrifying.

Why did this happen...?

Among the crowd, a little boy of about seven or eight years old looked at the girl in the distance who was being held down by her parents and killed by the god-humans in a state of terror and asked a question.

He didn't know what death was, only vaguely understanding that he would never see his childhood playmates again...

Looking at the cold, ruthless knife, the instinct for survival finally triumphed over the indoctrinated beliefs.

His eyes were filled with fear, and his body trembled uncontrollably.

"No...I don't want to die..."

He cried out, suddenly scrambled to his feet, and turned to run away.

"Ok?"

The human general who was "presiding over the ceremony" noticed this anomaly, his brows furrowed instantly, and a clear displeasure flashed in his eyes.

"Hmph, what a spoilsport. How dare you question the guidance of the gods? It seems your soul has been quite corrupted."

The general raised his hand and conjured a golden bow and arrow out of thin air.

He drew back the bowstring, and the energy of his True Eye gathered, transforming into an arrow that shot out, aimed directly at the small figure running desperately.

"Let me, the general, personally purify your filthy soul!"

call out!
The energy arrow shot out with a sharp whooshing sound, like a ray of death, heading straight for the boy's back!
The villagers, seeing this, looked on with envy, and some even whispered criticisms of the boy's "lack of piety."

Even the boy's parents were like that...

The boy sensed the threat of death behind him and closed his eyes in despair.

it's over...

However, the expected pain did not come.

Time seemed to stand still for a moment.

clang! ! !
The energy arrow, powerful enough to pierce steel, was effortlessly caught by a pair of fleshy hands!
Everyone, including the human general, was stunned.

They followed the hand in that direction.

A man dressed in plain linen clothes, with black hair and black eyes, appeared behind the boy at some point.

"This world... is truly disgusting..."

The man's expression was indifferent as he glanced at everyone present and spoke calmly.

As he spoke, energy surged in his palm, annihilating the arrow formed from the power of the mantra.

"who?!"

The human general's eyelids twitched, and he questioned him.

The man just now seemed to have used... the power of truth?

But how is that possible? How could a mortal possess the power of words?

Mantras are the source of divine power; how can mortals, with their weak bodies and wills, possibly utilize them?

"Who are you?!"

Seeing that the man did not answer, the general questioned him again, while gripping his spear.

The man ignored him, only glancing down at the little boy who was paralyzed with fear on the ground.

"never mind."

The man said something to the little boy, his voice calm, yet carrying a reassuring power.

The little boy stared blankly at Zhang Qi, momentarily forgetting his crying and fear.

"You insolent wretch! How dare you disregard this general!"

The human general, seeing that he was being ignored, was immediately enraged.

He could not tolerate a mere mortal daring to be so insolent in his presence! What's more, this mortal possessed power he shouldn't have!
"Attention everyone! This man is a heretic! Extremely dangerous! Seize him! Death or life is no object!"

The general roared, his voice booming like thunder.

"Yes!"

The surrounding human soldiers reacted immediately, raising their weapons at the man.
The next moment, countless energies poured out, attacking the man and the boy.

Following the explosion...

"Ha~"

Looking at the flames from the explosion, the general of the gods and humans smiled.

This is what happens when you go against them...

boom! ! !
However, the next moment, a powerful force of true words emerged from the smoke and dust.

The dark purple energy broke through the flames, and a powerful shockwave swept through.

"This...how is this possible?! Such immense power of true words?!"
How could there be such a human?! You... what kind of monster are you?!

The general screamed, his voice shrill with fear.

Because the one emanating this immense power of truth was none other than that man from before.

He had never seen or heard of anyone being able to unleash such terrifying power of words!

Even the Seven Star Heaven, standing at the pinnacle of humanity, could not withstand such power...

"Come forth! Asura Armor!"

The man ignored the human general's shock and instead whispered a warning.

The next moment, the purple power of the mantra gathered and transformed into a set of black and purple armor.

It is the Shura Armor from the world of armor, and in this world, there is only one person who can summon this armor, and that is Zhang Qi.

The next moment, as the Asura Armor combined, an even more powerful impact swept out from Zhang Qi.

The human soldiers couldn't help but retreat, looking at Zhang Qi with surprise.

"Kill him for me!!"

Even the human general, a god, issued the order with some panic.

Upon hearing the order, the surrounding soldiers reacted, raised their weapons, and charged towards Zhang Qifa.

Facing the charge of the human soldiers, Zhang Qi extended his right hand, and purple energy gathered, transforming into an alien-shaped longsword.

This is the weapon known as the Asura Purgatory Halberd...

The next moment, Zhang Qi's figure transformed into a stream of light and disappeared from the spot.

When it reappeared, it was already behind the countless soldiers.

As the purple blade flashed across the space, countless soldiers were reduced to shattered metal parts.

"Do not--!!!"

Upon seeing this, the god-human general's will completely collapsed.

He wanted to escape and call for help.

But under that terrifying aura, his body stiffened, and he couldn't even move a finger!
He could only watch helplessly as the knife fell on his head...

puff.

The body fell to both sides, the cuts as smooth as a mirror.

silence.

Deathly silence.

The only sound left in the entire village was the mournful sound of the wind blowing through the ruins.

The surviving villagers stared in disbelief at Zhang Qi's retreating figure as he disarmed himself and donned his new armor.

What just happened?
God...the divine army...was...was wiped out in one move by this suddenly appearing man?!

This...how is this possible? !
At this moment, their faith began to waver violently.

Fear surged into my heart like a tidal wave, drowning out my previous fervor.

Zhang Qi, who had transformed back into an ordinary young man in hemp clothing, glanced at the corpse of the human general on the ground, his eyes showing no emotion.

There are just too many guys like that in this world...

Just then, the other villagers realized that the people in front of them were human beings just like them.

Their eyes were filled with complex emotions as they looked at Zhang Qi.

There was fear, there was confusion, but even more than that, there was... resentment and anger!
"Why...why did you kill the God's army?!"

An old man pointed at Zhang Qi with trembling hands and questioned him in a hoarse voice.

"Yes! They've come to guide us to heaven!"

"You ruined our ceremony! You cut off our path back to heaven!"

"You monster! You're the one who ruined us!"

The villagers began to stir, criticizing Zhang Qi all at once.

In their distorted understanding, Zhang Qi's failure to "purify" them meant that he had deprived them of their only hope.

Looking at these ignorant and pathetic people, Zhang Qi felt no anger in his eyes, only deep indifference.

There's nothing to say to a bunch of brainwashed idiots.

He ignored their shouts and looked at the little boy.

"Come with me..."

Zhang Qi spoke up, saying that because of what had just happened, this village could no longer tolerate this brat.

The little boy was taken aback by what he heard and looked at his parents behind him.

The familiar faces of my parents were now so unfamiliar.

He gritted his teeth and stepped forward to take Zhang Qi's hand.

The child's parents wanted to stop him, but they dared not interfere because of Zhang Qi's earlier display of power in killing the gods and humans, and could only let him leave.

Zhang Qi shook his head and left with the child.

This world is sick.

He was very ill.

Zhang Qi sighed; these things were a microcosm of the world.

His world is, in some ways, more despairing than the primordial chaos of the infinite world.

This world is a fictional world based on Indian mythology, ruled by a group of mechanized humans who call themselves "God-Humans." They have established a divine kingdom called Dorastrim in the sky.

The gods and humans gain power by absorbing the "true words" produced by human prayers. They use this power to fight monsters called demon slayers and protect humanity.

Demons are monsters born from the uncleanliness of the earth, so they cannot be destroyed by conventional means. The struggle between gods and humans, humans and demons continues endlessly.

Until the beginning of this story, Deus, one of the eight supreme generals of the divine kingdom, wanted to end the endless war against demons.

This requires a large amount of mantra power and a priestess who can guide the mantra power, namely Mitra, the protagonist Ashura's daughter.

Such a plan would naturally encounter opposition from Ashura. In order to eliminate the variable that would hinder the plan, Deus framed Ashura for the assassination of the God Emperor and banished him.

Then, just like before, they began harvesting human souls to accumulate the power of true words.

They want to use the immense power of mantras to build an anti-planetary weapon called the Causal Fortress...

And this harvesting continued for twelve thousand years...

What an irony.

A group of people who maintain their rule through exploitation and slaughter actually call themselves "gods".

But those who were exploited and slaughtered worshipped them as gods.

Willing to give everything, including their own lives.

How absurd!

How sad.

Zhang Qi shook his head, clearing his mind of the chaotic thoughts.

All of this is just on the surface. The one who truly causes this tragic cycle of reincarnation is the creator god of this universe, a being known as the Wheel King.

The power to transcend the world requires a foundation and a support, and the fundamental power of this world is the power of truth.

He doesn't know enough about it...

He needs allies to end all of this.

And this ally is naturally the protagonist of the original work, a man named Ashura...

(End of this chapter)