From the God of Lies to the Lord of All Worlds

Chapter 226 Slaughtering Across the Land!

"Battle! What are you doing? Huh!" a loud shout came.

Just as Jiali was pondering these things, and the two people in front of him were kowtowing repeatedly, two more people walked in from outside.

Unsurprisingly, they were also crematorium employees and one of the planners of this massacre.

Batel and his companion hadn't returned for a long time, and they were worried that something might have gone wrong, so they came to check on them.

Of course, what they fear is not Dalit rebellion, which is impossible; what they fear is that someone of a higher caste will suddenly step forward and seize their interests.

At that time, they will be left with nothing but tears.

So they came to check it out. If a higher caste really got involved, they would turn around and run, and maybe they could still save some of their profits.

However, there was no procession of carriages and horses here, so there was no possibility of Brahmins or Kshatriyas, which put them at ease.

The two men walked over, and when they raised their flashlights, they saw their two teammates who were constantly kowtowing.

The person he was kowtowing to was a dark-skinned man dressed in dirty clothes.

No one but Dalit would wear this kind of clothing, so it's obvious that the man in front of you is Dalit!
So, their two teammates haven't come back for so long because they're kowtowing to a Dalit?

The two men who came looking for him were stunned, holding the knives in their hands, at a loss. Were they crazy or was the world crazy? Was this right?

"A lowly Dalit can make you so humble? Are you insane? Huh!" the two shouted, trying to bring their companions to their senses. What were these two doing?!

This is a disgrace to their caste. If this happened in broad daylight, in public, all of them would have their entire families killed!

Kneeling before lower castes is absolutely forbidden for those of higher castes. It is a desecration of their millennia-long rule, a complete betrayal, and no one would accept such a thing.

So the two men came over, carrying knives!
This Dalit must die, and his two companions must die too!

This is a system ingrained in everyone's hearts; they will simply abide by it rather than try to overthrow it. No one can escape this rule, no one!
“I asked you to kill a Dalit commoner, but it’s either windy or rainy. Can you do it? You can’t do it…” someone else was shouting.

However, as they turned their heads past the two men and saw Jiali, the anger and confusion in their eyes suddenly turned into "understanding"!

This Dalit had blood-red flames burning on his head, and his eyes were also full of blood red. His gaze swept over them, and the two newcomers were immediately filled with fear!

The crimson aura and terrifying light told them that this was a monster!

“You want to kill me!” Jerry said.

Ashura's perception of killing intent is an innate instinct, so he sensed the killing intent emanating from the two people's bodies.

"No, no, no..." The two were terrified and backed away repeatedly. "I'm sorry, we didn't know..."

In their eyes, this scene was clearly the descent of a god, or at the very least, the result of Dalit's ascetic practices reaching a certain level, thus gaining the favor of the gods and obtaining their power.

This monster was certainly not one they could afford to mess with, so the two quickly apologized loudly.

Unfortunately, it's too late.

Jerry had already arrived in front of them, staring intently at them, letting his bloodlust run wild!

A pair of claws that no longer resembled human claws had somehow been pulled out from their bodies, leaving behind bloodstained shells.

The essence of Asura remains an endless desire for killing and fighting; this nature of power was already defined when he accepted the power of the Asura King.

Therefore, the end of brutality has finally come.

Crimson blood splattered on the two men who were kowtowing, causing them to pause in their actions.

Murder had occurred right before their eyes; this "monster" had killed their companion with an expressionless face.

"Ah!" A scream of terror rang out, then was brutally torn apart and stopped!
“Take me to where you keep the bodies!” Jari said, lifting the two men from the ground. Their legs trembled as they tried to run away, but Jari grabbed a corpse from the ground and tore it open right in front of them. “I won’t say it a second time!”

His torn body and awakened brutal nature made Jari look even more like a monster!
Therefore, the two of them dared not hesitate any longer and led Jerry through the slum to a factory not far away.

Jerry recognized it; this was the factory where he had gone to find the body during the day. And now, there were more than a dozen people standing here, listening to the factory spokesperson's words.

The man's voice wasn't loud; Jerry wouldn't have been able to hear it at this distance, but now he could:

"We still need six more corpses, each worth five hundred dollars. As is customary, I would take one hundred dollars from each corpse, but since you haven't met your target, this time I'll take even more—one hundred and fifty dollars!"

"A bunch of useless trash! You couldn't even kill a Dalit, and you let them escape. No wonder you're of the low caste!"

“One hundred and fifty dollars for each corpse! Now, carry the bodies into the factory, and I'll pay you after this is over!”

Jerry heard everything and saw the corpses on the ground and the thugs with knives!
Sure enough, the root cause of this attack was this factory, and it was not hard to tell from his words that these "fresh corpses" that needed to be killed were mostly orders from the factory.

They send out these orders as casually as deciding what to eat today; they show no remorse whatsoever, not even a hint of surprise.

This indifference caused Jerry to close his eyes in pain.

Therefore, these "Dalit" outcasts are not even considered living beings; they can only be described as "goods." When the other party talks about them, it's as if they are talking about goods!
“It’s really… infuriating!” Jerry said, though he didn’t show the slightest bit of anger. His years of indifference and rigidity made his face as stiff as stone.

However, that won't happen soon!
Jia Li grabbed the two people next to him as if they were two stones and threw them at the people in the distance!

If they don't consider themselves human beings, then why should they consider themselves human beings?

He came for revenge, not to seek justice. He doesn't need to find any justice or fairness; he just needs to follow this path and kill his way through!

As an Asura, this was something he should do, something he had to do.

The urge to kill resonated with his body, making his power even purer. "Just kill them, isn't that enough?"

With this thought, Jia Li's mind suddenly became clear, and he was no longer as distressed and troubled as before. Instead, he felt a sense of peace and comfort.

Perhaps he should have been an Asura; whatever grudge he had, he could have just killed the person. Not using his brain seemed to bring him much more happiness!

So, as these people were being tossed about by the two men, wondering who was so audacious, they saw Jiali, who had already extinguished the flames above his head and looked no different from usual.

He looked at the people in front of him, and he also saw the corpses lined up at their feet, and the completely uncovered faces of his wife and mother. His eyes were blank and vacant as he simply stared.

After becoming a Shura, Jiali thought he shouldn't have many emotions anymore, but seeing the corpses of his loved ones, he realized that it wasn't that he had no emotions, but rather that it wasn't time to vent them.

Just like now, when he sees the bodies of his own loved ones among those corpses, seeing their mutilated bodies, their tattered clothes, and their pained faces, how could he not understand what his family members had gone through!
His mother, wife, daughter, and son were all killed, and before they were killed, they all suffered terrible humiliation. Only in this way could he have such an expression!

But no one cared about their deaths, no one cared about their misery; all these people cared about was the few hundred dollars they would get in return for their deaths!

In India, this is a huge sum of money. After all, a corpse costs more than 40,000 rupees, enough for every slum dweller to give up their entire life.

This is enough to make these people take risks and turn murder into a long-term business.

At this moment, they all saw Jiali and guessed the origins of the two people who had just been there. "How could this lowly commoner have such strength to throw someone so far?"

"So what? A lowly person is a lowly person. They can throw people out, but they don't dare to kill a single one!"

"Perfect timing! We're still missing six corpses, and now that he's here, we only need five more. Let's go, kill him!"

"That makes sense! Let's go, kill him!"

Hearing the crowd's words, the two men who had been thrown over looked up and tried to speak, only to find that their chests had been shattered and they could no longer utter a sound!
The words, "Don't go, he's a monster..." were forever stuck in my chest!
Jerry and the rest of the men, their faces contorted with rage, walked toward each other!

(End of this chapter)