Having traversed countless realms, can you possibly be as clever as me?

Fear spread instantly, like a plague.

Even though he only killed one person, the terrifying aura he exuded, as if it could kill everything, still instilled a deep-seated fear and horror in everyone present.

"Ah... Ahhhhhh!"

One Roman soldier broke down first, throwing down his spear and turning to run.

This action was like lighting a powder keg.

"Run!"

"It's a devil! A devil from hell!"

The crowd erupted in chaos. They screamed, cried, shoved each other, trampled their fallen companions, and fled desperately down the mountain. The once arrogant scribes and Pharisees were now as pathetic as stray dogs, lifting their cumbersome robes and scrambling about, their faces streaked with snot and tears.

But will Dongjiang let them go?

Absolutely not!

"Blood—oh, no! Blood sacrifice to God, skull offered to Jesus!!!"

He laughed wildly, recklessly displaying his desires and pleasure through power and slaughter. His massive body rampaged through the chaotic crowd like a runaway battering ram. The chainsaw axe in his hand was the most efficient tool for slaughter.

With a single sweep of his axe, the five or six people blocking his path, whether Roman soldiers or Pharisees, were instantly severed at the waist! The rapidly spinning saw teeth tore and shredded their waists and abdomens, and as their upper and lower bodies separated, large amounts of intestines and internal organs were caught by the chains and flung into the air like blood-red ribbons.

A Pharisee was running too slowly and was grabbed by the back of the neck by the berserker and lifted up like a chick. The man was so terrified he wet himself, his pants soaked, and he begged for mercy in a wailing voice, while Tsurugi mocked...

"What's wrong? Didn't you say you were fearless even when retribution came? Besides, don't I fit the description of an angel in your Old Testament? Haha ...

"Yes, I am an angel, I am the blood-red angel of death!!!"

He laughed maniacally and swung his chainsaw axe, the blade flashing past the man's neck. His head flew into the air, his face frozen in a humble, pleading expression. From the headless cavity, blood gushed out more than three meters high like a volcanic eruption, drenching several fleeing men nearby.

Tsuruga casually tossed aside the still convulsing headless corpse, then caught the head falling from mid-air. He admired it for a moment, then tossed it to his feet.

You can't stop, or your kill streak will end!

The carnage has officially begun.

He began his hunt, chasing and killing through the crowd. Each swing of his axe claimed several lives. His movements were sweeping and powerful, brimming with savage strength and brutal efficiency. He disregarded defense; Roman soldiers' spears struck his power armor, producing only sparks, leaving not even a scratch. His counterattacks, however, cleaved soldiers, shield and all, in two.

To be honest, he didn't demonstrate the efficiency and skill expected of an Astartes; he simply used brute force to wield his weapon.

But that's enough, or rather, even better. Such slaughter brings even more pleasure!

"Snap! Sizzle—!"

A centurion mustered his courage and raised his sturdy tower shield to block. The berserker's chainsaw axe struck the shield directly. The iron shield, before the raging serrations, was like paper, instantly sawed in half. The chainsaw axe continued its downward momentum, but stopped right in front of the centurion, much to his despair.

"You're a warrior! Indeed, on behalf of God—or as you call him, Mars, the Lord of Hosts—I bless you, you'll surely become Caesar someday!"

Instead of killing the centurion, Tsurugi cheerfully gave the dazed man a casual blessing before immediately turning to slaughter the others.

Sixty-seven kills, sixty-eight kills, sixty-nine kills!

Eighty-six kills, eighty-seven kills, eighty-eight kills!

【持械LV1】技能熟练度+1、【格斗LV3】技能升级为【格斗LV4】、【持械LV1】熟练度+1......

Mount Golgotha ​​had been completely transformed into a meat grinder. Screams, wails, the cracking of bones, and the roar of chainsaws and axes mingled together, composing a symphony of hell. Blood flowed in streams down the hillside, staining the entire land a deep crimson.

Dongjiang stopped counting to eighty-eight, as if the skull counter had malfunctioned and stopped working. He didn't remember how many he killed after that, but he had stopped at this point.

It wasn't out of pity, but because most of the people on the periphery had already fled, while he had killed all the people inside.

Should they chase after them and continue killing? Tsugumi pondered for a moment, then stopped.

Well, although the transformation time is still about twelve or thirteen minutes, if we fight back and forth, the transformation might be canceled halfway through.

Moreover—there's no need to take such a risk. He still has one more chance to transform. If he wants to demonstrate a 'miracle,' simple killing isn't enough.

So he spent the rest of his time collecting heads, and whether it was because of the transformation or not, he didn't feel disgusted at all by this bloody work.

They pulled a man's head, spine and all, from his body, then kicked the trembling corpse away. Grabbing his hair, they slammed his face against the rock until the flesh tore off, before cleanly severing his head with an axe.

Amid the horrified gazes of the survivors, he worked for thirteen minutes and quickly cleared a small area under the cross.

On this open ground, there was a pile of heads, some terrified, some bewildered, some in pain, some numb. They belonged to priests, soldiers, and civilians... one after another, with warm blood and severed nerves, deliberately piled into a small mound of heads, exuding a strong stench of blood.

These mounds of corpses form a pyramidal altar filled with blasphemy and bloodshed, built entirely according to the specifications of sacrificial Khonor—though smaller in scale, they are undoubtedly authentic.

Of course, if there were no Khorne in this world, the prayer would be fruitless—but even so, the altar itself is terrifying enough.

Those who survived were utterly terrified by this blasphemous and horrific scene. Meanwhile, Tsurugi, having finished all that, stood atop the skull with the air of a conqueror.

The surviving Roman soldiers, led by the centurion whom Tsurugi had spared, trembled as they laid down their weapons and approached at Tsurugi's signal.

Just then, his transformation time ended.

Under the horrified gaze of all the soldiers, the crimson power armor, twisted and intertwined with flesh and blood, began to peel away and disintegrate piece by piece. Like burnt paper ash, it turned into countless dark red specks of light and dissipated into the air.

The terrifying chainsaw axe, having lost its power source, crashed onto the pile of skulls with a loud bang, then gradually faded and disappeared like a phantom.

The giant's body rapidly contracted. Its bulging muscles atrophied, and its dark red skin faded back to its normal color. In just over ten seconds, the terrifying demon god, nearly three meters tall and resembling a war shrine, vanished completely.

Instead, a well-proportioned, handsome, and fair-skinned young man from the East sat amidst the skull pyramids, looking out of place yet disdainfully observing them.

But no one dared to step forward, even though the young man looked so frail and weak, just like those nobles who liked to be gay.

"Who...who are you?" the centurion asked, mustering his courage, but his hand holding the sword trembled uncontrollably.

"Me?" A bloodthirsty smile appeared on Tsurugi's face, but his mind was racing.

Angel of Death? Messenger of Jehovah? Protector of Jesus? No, no, no, these identities might be difficult for these Romans to understand, and it's hard to say whether there are any Pantheon followers among them.

To manifest God's miracles... I've got it!

"I am the embodiment of the Lord of Hosts, His chosen people, I am blood, I am the storm, the messenger of war (mars) sacrificed with heads and blood!"

Dongjiang was seriously trying to fool them.

Having transmigrated, my only purpose is to kill, kill, kill! : 4. Lord of Armies = God = Mars = Ares = Khorne

To say that God exists is indeed a complete Frankenstein's monster, with a considerable number of mythological figures stitched into this one and only God.

It has the concept of Zeus from Tantric Buddhism, the origin of Semitic mythology, the story of Egyptian mythology and the influence of Ra, and in Rome, in addition to reducing many gods to angels under God, it also incorporates a considerable number of elements from other deities.

One of the most famous elements is the inclusion of Mars's "Lord of Armies" persona.

Unlike Ares, who was tortured by various gods in Greek mythology, Mars, despite basically having a different name in Roman mythology, was treated far better than Ares.

His identity not only became that of the father of Romulus, the creator of Rome, but also that of the main object of worship for the Roman legions, and his authority even surpassed that of the chief god Jupiter.

Even the title "Lord of Armies" originally belonged to him, while the use of this title to refer to God was later adopted by the Pharisees.

Maybe there really is a God in this world?

But since God isn't helping his own son, it's not quite right for this murderer, who may or may not be considered a 'righteous man,' to be using God's name at this moment.

And since we're going to fool these Romans, we naturally need to give them a name they can understand.

So—he transformed himself into the messenger of the Lord of All Armies.

The moment he said that, the way the Roman soldiers looked at him changed!

Lord of all armies? Are you talking about the lord of all armies?

In an instant, they naturally connected everything. That superhuman power, that extreme thirst for blood and heads, that crimson body like hellfire... all of this perfectly matched their imagination of that most ferocious and bloodthirsty god of war!

After all, although Mars is said to be the god of land, agriculture and spring, just as most people would not remember that Ares also had the divine role of protecting fertility, the public's perception of the god of war has always been very consistent.

Moreover, in this day and age, the victory at the Battle of Ocomensus signifies Rome's complete conquest of Greece. Although they annexed Greece territorially and militarily, culturally, especially in terms of mythology, they were effectively sidelined by Greece.

After all, Roman mythology can be basically regarded as the result of some secondary creation based on Greek mythology, and even so, the later Romans were more enthusiastic about Greek culture than Roman culture.

Mythology suffered the most severe erosion in this regard, as exemplified by the later attribution of Roman myths, such as Medusa's rape by Poseidon, to the Greek gods.

Of course, later Roman mythology was no longer simply a rehash of Greek mythology. With the conquest of the Roman Empire, the Pantheon incorporated many more mythologies. For example, Jupiter was transformed from the original Zeus rehash into a combination of Zeus, Amun, Indra, and Ahura Mazda.

At this very moment, as Octavian transformed the Roman Republic into the Roman Empire, and the Roman army swept across continents, invincible and unstoppable, Mars's image became remarkably close to a fusion of Ares and the Zoroastrian god of war, Veres Ragnar.

Simply put, it is the embodiment of war, mutiny, battlefield, bloodshed, destruction, martial spirit, and slaughter.

It's basically the same as being terrorism...

It matches perfectly, it matches perfectly!

The centurion who had been spared now looked at Tsurugi with fervent zeal. This was no Pharisee demon; it was divine punishment from the most powerful god in their own pantheon! And they had just dared to attack the messenger of their god?

"thump!"

Without hesitation, the soldiers knelt down, their shields and weapons slamming to the ground with a series of jarring sounds.

"God... Your Excellency..." The centurion's voice trembled violently, suppressing both fear and excitement. "We meant no offense, we just..."

"Step back." Tsurugi gave the final order, his voice filled with unquestionable authority.

"Get out of here with your fears. Go back and tell your governor to come to me, the only one with the power to save among all the evil who have offended the Son of God, to come and hear my divine pronouncement!"

After he finished speaking, he slowly withdrew his gaze, no longer looking at the soldiers, as if they were nothing more than insignificant ants. He turned his gaze back to the blood-red horizon in the distance, leaving everyone with only a solitary and indifferent figure, stained with blood.

The centurion felt as if he had been granted a pardon. He dared not hesitate for a moment, much less raise any questions. He awkwardly saluted the skull-studded thrush, then with all his might roared at the terrified soldiers behind him:

"Retreat! Everyone retreat! Maintain formation and slowly retreat!"

The Roman soldiers seemed to hear heavenly music. They hastily picked up their weapons, helped each other, and retreated step by step in an extremely disheveled yet cautious manner. They remained facing the skull pyramid, facing the majestic and terrifying chosen one, until they had retreated several hundred meters and were certain that the other side was not making any moves, before daring to turn and leave.

Soon, the entire square, and indeed the entire dead city, returned to absolute silence once more.

Only after confirming that the last Roman soldier had disappeared from sight did Tsurugi's tense body relax, and she exhaled as she leaned against the throne made of skulls.

Pretending to be a ghost or spirit is not an easy thing to do.

He twisted his neck; the surrounding environment made him uncomfortable, but more importantly—

Tsugumi looked at her attribute panel.

Character card number two (unnamed yet)

Inscribed profession: None

Skill Status: [Weaponry Lv3], [Melee Lv4], [Eloquence Lv4]...

Tsurugi's finger swiped across the long list of complex passive skills, scrolling to the bottom to find an option to disable general skills. After disabling it, his skill bar was left with only one skill.

[Sleepless One: LV1]