Simultaneous travel: I am a talented person in all the worlds

Chapter 428 The Fall of the Imperial Assassins
As dusk approached, the setting sun shone like blood.

Beneath the sacred tree, Mo Yu sat cross-legged with his eyes slightly closed.

A figure emerged from the depths of twilight, dragging heavy steps.

It was Gozchi, who had just escaped from the encirclement.

The encirclement and annihilation came unexpectedly, and all the elites he had painstakingly cultivated were lost, leaving no one to even collect his corpse.

But as a powerful figure capable of cleaving through city walls with a single strike, unless he is killed on the spot and is determined to escape, there are few terrain advantages and military formations in the world that can stop him.

But what good is escaping?

Witnessing the tragic deaths of his comrades and witnessing the overwhelming power of the enemy extinguished the last embers of hope in his heart.

There is absolutely no chance of winning.

And so, Gozchi, who was determined to die, came here.

He was to carry out his final and most impossible mission—to assassinate Mo Yu, the High Priest of the Church of the God of War!

He shed his last drop of blood for this empire for which he was utterly loyal, yet which was utterly corrupt.

This was the first time Goziqi had seen Mo Yu in person.

He doesn't have the three heads and six arms one might imagine, nor is he surrounded by divine light as in legends. He's not even handsome, but he's just an ordinary, real person.

He sat there so simply, like an ordinary farmer who had come to rest under a tree after working in the fields.

However, this ordinary black-robed Taoist priest made Gozchi feel as if he had fallen into an ice cave.

You don't cultivate yourself, so you see me as just an ordinary person.

If you cultivate yourself, seeing me is like an ant trying to see the sky!

Gozchi felt as if he were not seeing a person, but a blood-soaked hell, a real world where everything was covered in frost.

"call……"

Goziqi let out a long breath, trying to expel the fear in his chest as well.

His hand holding the knife trembled slightly. He tensed his leg muscles and took one step at a time, as if trekking along the edge of an abyss, struggling to approach the figure.

At this moment, Mo Yu's mind was still immersed in his own Heavenly Palace of Consciousness.

On the Tai Chi martial arts arena, formed by the Yin and Yang energies, he and the old Celestial Master he visualized in his mind fought a relentless and endless battle.

Zhang Zhiwei.

Since he came into contact with the extraordinary, this is the only mountain he has seen that he still cannot fully overcome.

After arriving in this world, his potential, which had been suppressed for a hundred years, erupted completely like a volcano.

Every day is a qualitative transformation for him.

In preparation for the inevitable battle that will follow their next encounter, Mo Yu has been spending countless simulated battles in his Heavenly Palace of Consciousness these past few days, drawing upon his understanding of the Old Celestial Master and his comprehension of the "Dao."

This solemnity and prudence in the face of a formidable enemy was unique in his life.

From the outside, Goziqi had already stepped within five steps of Moyu.

Just as he was about to channel all his strength into the demon sword and unleash his final strike...
"Wow—"

The golden branches of the sacred tree swayed gently without any wind.

A figure over three meters tall appeared out of thin air, holding a halberd that was half a body length taller than her. She casually held it horizontally with one hand, creating an insurmountable barrier between Goziqi and Moyu.

One could tell from her bloodthirsty, bloodthirsty eyes that if it weren't for Mo Yu's orders, Goziqi would already be a dead man under her halberd.

The evening breeze blew.

Faintly, one could still smell the stench of blood buried beneath that dark red ground.

"Mars……"

Gozchi's turquoise eyes narrowed sharply, his voice hoarse, "Is it a humanoid Imperial Arm? Or... a true god?"

Strangely, facing this Valkyrie who seemed ready to ignite the world with war, he felt less pressure than when he faced that "ordinary" Taoist priest.

It's like this: one is a fierce tiger that could kill you at any moment, terrifying but still within the realm of understanding; while the other is a divine dragon that is rarely seen... a being from mythology.

His grip on the knife tightened.

Mo Yu still did not open his eyes, as if he was completely unaware of everything happening in the outside world.

Or perhaps, he simply doesn't care.

Time seemed to freeze for a few breaths at that moment.

The world was deathly silent, with only the rustling of the wind remaining.

The next moment, Goz moved!
The God of War was even faster than him!
With a flick of his wrist, the halberd swept out, leaving a trail of black and red crescent moons!

Gozizi ducked low, sliding almost flat on the ground, and ducked to avoid the attack.

Just as he was about to rush forward, he saw the halberd that had been sweeping out suddenly retract and thrust, its tip tearing through the air and becoming a blur, already appearing right in front of him!

"Qiang——!"

The metal clanged together, producing a crisp sound.

The demonic blade, which had been parried, was spun around and thrown high into the air.

The headless corpse remained in a blocking posture, kneeling on the ground.

A head flew into the air, its face bearing the last trace of astonishment and relief.

"Pfft!"

The headless corpse swayed and then collapsed weakly forward.

With a cold and elegant flick of her halberd, the God of War swished the bloodstains on its tip onto the dark red ground.

The tall figure slowly blurred and eventually disappeared.

The demon sword Murasame, which was spinning in mid-air, lost its strength and fell down with a "clang", landing upside down next to its original owner's corpse.

The crimson blood, reflecting off the blade in the dim sunlight, shone brightly in Gozchi's unseeing, lifeless eyes.

Not far away, some people who came to worship witnessed this miraculous scene and erupted in a frenzied shout.

"The God of War has appeared!"

"A miracle! It's a miracle!"

"Praise be to the God of War! Praise be to the High Priest!"

These ragged, pale-faced, simple-minded men and women trembled with excitement, yet dared not approach the still-bleeding corpse, much less the closed-eye resting Mo Yu.

They simply knelt down at a distance, laid out their last remaining treasures, and respectfully placed them before them, bowing and worshipping continuously in the direction of the sacred tree.

However, no matter how devout or fervent they were, Mo Yu remained quietly seated under the tree, motionless, like a Buddha statue in a temple shrine.

The sacred tree did not display any further divine signs, as if the scene from before had never happened.

Just then, a plump, graceful black-haired woman, dressed in a black-purple outfit that allowed for easy movement, defied the invisible, powerful aura emanating from Mo Yu and walked step by step toward him amidst the terrified gazes of the worshippers.

Melard stopped five steps away from Mo Yu.

He showed no sign of killing intent.

Even though she is the head of the Oberg assassination society and currently stands against the Church of War, the towering Valkyrie has not reappeared.

Ultimately, in this world today, apart from those few overlord-level super dangerous species, only the distant Celestial Master Zhang Zhiwei can truly threaten Mo Yu.

The reason that War God jumped out just now was less to protect Mo Yu and more because he was itching for a fight. He saw a fool coming to his door, so he ran out to steal a kill and stretch his muscles.

Merard scrutinized the legendary man up close, feeling his aura as powerful as a demon god. He was secretly amazed, but shook his head with a hint of regret.

'Tsk, this power is truly more terrifying than Esdeath's... It's a pity it's a man.'

Then, she turned her head and glanced at the crowd prostrate on the ground, muttering incantations. She smiled sweetly and asked curiously:
"You seem... not to like their worship? That's interesting."

“Aren’t all the churches I know trying every means to recruit more believers, wishing they could turn everyone in the world into docile lambs? I’ve never seen a church leader like you who drives away believers who come to him willingly.”

Her voice wasn't loud, but it had a languid, magnetic quality that clearly reached the ears of the worshippers.

The crowd was immediately horrified and glared at Melard with anger and hostility, as if she had blasphemed the most supreme god in the world.

However, Mo Yu slowly opened her eyes.

There was none of the arrogance and indifference of those in power that Melard had imagined, nor the affected profundity of ordinary charlatans.

He answered her question in a calm tone:

"Because the gods of those churches are false and do not exist at all. But the god of the God of War Church is real."

Melard was slightly taken aback.

"Ha ha……"

Mo Yu's gaze swept over the kneeling crowd, and he let out a sneer.
"It is precisely because it is false that they can make any promise with impunity. Just by burning a few sticks of incense and kowtowing a few times, they can satisfy all their desires... Is there such a good deal in this world?"

"If God were to respond to mere kneeling and prayer, then even the most powerful God would be drained of his divine power and fall."

"Everything in the world is based on an exchange of equal value. Here, there's no such thing as empty promises; it's just a transaction."

Mo Yu held up her finger and gestured.
"You offer your faith and battle to the God of War, and I grant you extraordinary power and commensurate authority. It's that simple." He glanced one last time at the stunned crowd and added:

"Furthermore, you've worshipped the wrong god. Good weather, healthy wives and children, and plump cattle and sheep next year... these things are not within the scope of the God of War's power. If you want to fight, if you want to become stronger, you can come to Him. But if you want children, wealth, blessings, or peace, you should seek help from someone else."

Merard fell into a brief silence upon hearing these remarks, which were considered "heretical" by the religion.

These words are too honest, almost too honest.

The gods in common religions are omnipotent, compassionate, and loving, saving all living beings.

The god of the Church of the God of War sounds like a general who only recognizes military achievements, or a cold-blooded businessman, terrifyingly snobbish.

But... it's also terrifyingly real.

A god who can fulfill all the wishes of humankind is absolutely impossible.

Because the desires of people are inherently conflicting.

Both A and B wanted to marry C, and they both offered their most sincere prayers to the gods.

So, to whom should that omnipotent and all-granting god grant C?
The doctrines of the Church of the God of War are more straightforward.

You offer your faith and your fight, and I will grant you strength and power.

Whether you can win the heart of the beauty depends entirely on your own will and ability.

That's it, simple and straightforward.

But for a killer like Merad, who struggles in the dark and believes in equivalent exchange, this "reality" has a fatal attraction.

"I see……"

Melard nodded thoughtfully.

She finally understood the many unbelievable sights she had witnessed along the way, and why the Church of War would issue those decrees that the imperial nobles considered "heretical."

She even vaguely understood what kind of world and social system Mo Yu wanted to build.

For ordinary people, their conversation was nothing short of a bolt from the blue.

The high priest himself said that their prayers were completely useless!

This caused their already fragile so-called faith to collapse almost entirely in an instant.

Some people looked at each other, their faces showing embarrassment and disappointment.

Before long, the crowd that had been worshipping in front of the sacred tree disappeared.

Mo Yu's words actually pointed out the correct way to gain power and authority within the Church of the God of War.

Unfortunately, these people have the courage, and a great deal of courage, to kneel down and beg for God's help.

But when it comes to actually picking up knives and guns, and risking their lives for a future, they lack the courage.

After all, war kills people.

The tribal warriors also suffered heavy casualties in the repeated bloody battles against the northern barbarians and the imperial army.

The power of the God of War is a power that can only be obtained through bloody battles.

Moreover, the initial power of the God of War is not strong; it must be constantly fought and killed to gradually become stronger.

Moreover, this comes at a time when the Church of War has just lifted military control and opened up membership applications.

Anyone with a bit of courage and self-reliance either took over the land and continues to work diligently in the fields, or has become a reserve force, sweating it out on the training ground.

What respectable person would come here at this hour to pray to gods and Buddhas?
They're just a bunch of lazy, good-for-nothing guys who crave something for nothing and like to play petty tricks.

Seeing that Mo Yu seemed to have no intention of harming him, and was even more "friendly" than he had imagined, Merard became bolder.

As she watched the people hurriedly leave, she posed an even more pointed question:

"In the eyes of the God of War, are we, the people of the Empire, the same as those tribesmen of the North?"

This question directly addresses the very foundation of the Church of the God of War.

Without the slightest hesitation, Mo Yu replied calmly:

"In the eyes of the God of War, there are no imperial people, nor tribal people. There are only two kinds of people: warriors and non-warriors. Regardless of whether they are friend or foe."

Melard's pupils narrowed slightly.

What a big spirit!
Regardless of race, origin, or social status, the only thing that matters is whether you have the courage and will to be a warrior!
Even if you are an enemy, as long as you are a qualified soldier, you are more valuable than an ordinary person on your own side in the eyes of the God of War!
If the Church of the God of War can uphold this ironclad rule for all eternity.

Merad saw absolutely no possibility that this emerging power might perish due to internal causes.

This upward mobility channel, which leads directly from the bottom to the top, is like a pillar supporting the sky, providing the foundation of the entire force and giving it boundless vitality and cohesion.

Learning martial arts and learning literature are different.

Cultural level can be exaggerated. A picture of chicks eating rice can be exaggerated into a picture of a hundred birds paying homage to the phoenix, as long as you are thick-skinned enough and have strong enough connections.

But if a heavy spear weighing over a hundred pounds is placed in front of you, you can't lift it steadily, you can't lift it steadily, you can't beat the enemy on the battlefield, and you can't awaken the power of the God of War.

Martial arts training demands the most from one's will; having a good family background does not mean you can truly endure the hardship.

Mo Yu, who came from a modern city, was very experienced in this regard.

People who have enough to eat and wear, yet can't even manage to go to bed early and get up early, and cry over how difficult physical education exams are, really can't be expected to have a good life during the coldest and hottest winter months.

Laziness is a vice etched into the genes of living beings, which cannot be overcome by anyone but those with great willpower.

In most cases, a good family background and a strong will are actually inversely proportional.

If we can use this screening mechanism to discover all the people in society with strong willpower and initiative from the bottom up, carefully cultivate them, and give them important responsibilities...

What can those remaining "clever" people, who at best only dare to talk, use to resist the rule of these powerful and virtuous rulers? With their own powerless strength?
The weapon of criticism can never represent the criticism of weapons.

Of course, this purely martial civilization also has two fatal flaws.

First, influenced by societal trends, those in positions of power are highly susceptible to instability and being replaced by others.

After all, geniuses and prodigies emerge every year, and there will always be stronger newcomers who want to surpass the old guard. There will definitely be some old guard who rest on their laurels and are unwilling to relinquish power.
But in such a martial society, it is entirely possible to use a duel to kill the unwilling old Deng with absolute force and then take back power.

For rulers who seek stability, no one is willing to take this risk.

But Mo Yu... this guy is not a qualified ruler at all.

The "war gods" he cultivated were all rebellious daughters who were always thinking of defying their fathers. He couldn't wait for some geniuses to fight their way up and challenge him.

Ideally, it would happen every year; that way, life wouldn't be boring.

Second, the excessive distribution of military merit titles led to a lack of rewards and insufficient resources, ultimately causing the system to collapse.

In official history, this is how the Qin Dynasty met its sudden end.

But for Mo Yu, who possesses the ability to freely travel through countless worlds, this is not a problem at all.

He only feared that there weren't enough warriors in the world, never that there were too many warriors and he couldn't use them all.

Even if one day the Church of War conquers the entire world and there is peace and no more war to fight, he can simply pack up these energetic warmongers and send them to another world.

Mo Yu was even considering that once the world of "Slaying Sisters" was fully developed, he would open a portal and sweep through the world of "Fog Mountain Five Elements" in his hands to cultivate more believers.

By then, with the support of hundreds of millions of fanatical believers, how powerful will the God of War become? And the divine weapon she transforms into should... be able to barely keep up with her own pace of progress, right?

Just as Mo Yu was envisioning the future.

Meanwhile, Melard, seemingly lost in thought, stuck out her tongue and lightly licked her bright red lips, revealing a slightly eerie and perverse smile, her alluring eyes fixed intently on Mo Yu.

"In that case, can I join the Church of the God of War and become a glorious church warrior?"

Mo Yu snapped out of his thoughts, glanced at her, and had a feeling that this woman's motives were not entirely pure.

He carefully recalled the original plot about this woman in his mind.

The president of Oberg, Melard... seems to be a lesbian?

Moreover, he has a rather unique taste; he likes strong girls.

In his childhood, he fought Esdeath once in a ring, and has never forgotten Esdeath since.

Later, when they clashed with the Empire, he developed feelings for Fang Fang's Akame.

When he died at Akame's hands, he made a heartfelt confession to her before he died, and Akame buried him with a grave made of lilies.

Good heavens, this woman, she's probably after his Esdeath...

But Mo Yu still agreed.

"Anyone who registers with the church and passes the trials can become a warrior of the church."

Melard had only asked casually to test the waters, but he never expected that Mo Yu would actually agree so readily.

She suddenly had a change of heart, wondering what kind of interesting expression Esdeath would have if she saw her in the Church of the God of War.

Shock? Anger? Or... ecstasy?
The thought of the various amusing expressions that the Ice Queen might make filled Merard with an indescribable excitement, as if the blood in his body was racing.

Her smile grew even more alluring. She took a step closer and asked in a soft, fragrant breath:
"You are the High Priest, can I join your order directly?"

As Mo Yu looked at the female pervert who had entered a state of YY arousal, his deep eyes suddenly emitted a suction force that swallowed her consciousness.

Actually, he was quite curious to see what kind of interesting scene Esdeath would create after seeing this female pervert.

(End of this chapter)