Naruto: I, the villain template, was hailed as a savior.

Chapter 35: The Evil God Can't Be My "Master"! (The 11th is very important! Please read ahead!!)

The empty path was lined with small white flowers.

The shadowy figures emerged from the end and edge of the road, each leading a child under ten years old, walking in unison toward the distant blue stone tower, like devout pilgrims heading toward the other shore.

They appeared to be wearing white flowers pinned to their chests, but upon closer inspection, it became clear that they were not white flowers at all.

Instead, they were dry, withered fingers, mere plums for the shadowy figures to quench their thirst.

They gathered in front of the stone gate, which was covered with three-dimensional carvings and patterns.

With his hands clasped under his chin, head bowed, he remained silent and motionless, like countless silent statues.

Click! Click click click!!

A moment later, the heavy stone door slowly opened inward.

A cold, damp wind blew out from inside, accompanied by a low murmur that was even more eerie than the wind itself.

Inside the dimly lit stone tower, hundreds of candles burned, emitting a strange, putrid stench.

"Lord, I worship you, I open myself before you, Lord, I lift up my hands and bow down before your throne..."

As people entered the stone tower, they began to chant softly. The voices of men, women, the old, and the young intertwined like silk threads.

The candlelight on the wall flickered, casting dim shadows on the many believers.

It's unclear whether it was the chilling wind they stirred up, or the deep resentment and hatred in the wind.

Cluck cluck! Cluck cluck!

The cawing of a carrion crow echoed above the crowd of believers. It stood beneath the stone tower, pecking at its black feathers, its blood-red pupils reflecting the humans below.

At that moment, among the many bowed heads, one person suddenly raised his head and stared straight at it.

"quack!"

The crow tilted its head somewhat human-like, as if still wondering why things were different from before.

The next moment, before it could react, as the crowd had completely entered the stone tower.

呲! !

A sharp, scarlet thorn pierced the crow's body, and it fell helplessly to the ground before it could even let out a mournful cry.

"The unpleasant cawing of crows."

In the crowd, a young man looked away, his lips slightly parted: "What a tasteless fellow."

Nagato and Yahiko nodded in agreement, feeling that they were no match for the white doves of Dawn Castle.

The first man to speak was Yun Chuan, but his appearance had changed; he was the young man left behind by the old man to keep watch.

The [Slaughter] template's [Precision Disguise] ability is indeed very useful; you can tell from the man's terrified expression before he was killed.

"..."

Nagato frowned, his eyes scanning the surroundings, his mouth slightly parted: "Such a force exists on the border of a small country?"

"That's normal, or rather, it's precisely because we're weak." Yun Chuan shook his head and said calmly, "In this world, if there were no misfortune, no death, no suffering, there would be no gods or Buddhas."

Without demons, there is no Buddha.

They had arrived inside the stone tower, which had enough seats to accommodate over a hundred people. The overall structure was an equilateral triangle, supported by three deep red stone pillars.

A huge stone statue without facial features is located at the apex of an equilateral triangle. It seems to be watching its believers, but you can't feel any majesty or holiness. The only feeling is oppressive evil.

Because beneath Him was an altar piled up with countless pale skulls, and each skull appeared exceptionally small and even frail.

In front of the faceless stone statue, the kind-smiling "Uncle Xiangshan" sat on the altar, wearing a luxurious black robe.

Beside him stood a roaring charcoal stove, its flickering flames providing maximum illumination for the entire tower.

The orderly flow of people was like a black wave, silently taking their places, spreading a white cloth on their knees, bowing their heads and clasping their hands in prayer.

Yun Chuan also sat in the second-to-last row, and quietly picked up the white cloth with his hand.

"What is this?" Yahiko murmured softly behind him, his face full of confusion.

He and Nagato stood like the other children, seemingly without ever having a seat.

"Gentlemen..."

Xiang Shan stood up and stood in front of the crowd, looking down at the believers.

He tapped his chest three times, forming an equilateral triangle, and whispered a devout prayer: "Praise be to my Lord, death is rebirth!"

"Praise be to my Lord, for death is new life!"

The other believers, in unison, drew a triangle with one hand, then bowed their heads and sang devoutly: "The Lord is with me, in this desolate and hopeless place, the Lord has bestowed upon me abundant grace, I offer my faith to the Lord..."

Boom!Boom!Boom!

An old woman standing beside Xiangshan stepped forward and struck the huge bronze bell and the striking wood.

The chimes echoed continuously throughout the enclosed space, their deafening sound enough to give anyone a splitting headache.

However, it did not drown out the chanting of the believers.

The chanting, as pure and lingering as a sacred hymn, reverberated, imbued with an incredibly profound sense of epic grandeur and solemnity. The ethereal syllables echoed and swirled, resonating in the skull.

It praises the life that is about to die, and praises the new life that is about to be born.

Mysterious, solemn, dignified...

"Three times, three tolls." Yun Chuan's eyes flickered, and he couldn't help but chuckle softly. "That's a death knell."

The incredibly bizarre and grotesque scene before him reminded him of the so-called "Mass".

After the reading and sharing of the Bible, the so-called sacramental rites take place.

— This refers to the Holy Communion, also known as the Lord's Supper.

The ritual established by Jesus to forgive humanity's sins, through the sacrifice of flesh and blood.

The bread in Holy Communion represents the body of Jesus, and the grape juice symbolizes the precious blood that Jesus shed, thus demonstrating that the Lord's life is with the believers.

"If it's a similar logic, how would they distort the so-called Holy Communion...?"

Under Yun Chuan's watchful gaze, amidst that devout chanting.

call! !

Xiang Shan suddenly ripped off the black cloth covering the altar.

On the skull altar lay a woman with a pained expression; her belly was swollen high, clearly indicating that she was several months pregnant and nearing delivery.

Instantly, the chanting inside the tower intensified, and all the believers sat up straight and raised their heads.

He stared intently at the woman on the altar, his gaze beneath the black hood burning with an intense intensity, higher than the flames in a furnace, as if he were a pilgrim looking at the other side of faith.

However, pilgrims do not reveal their greedy, bloodthirsty nature like them!

"ah!!"

In the reflection of the woman's trembling eyes, the believers removed the hoods of their black robes, their bodies trembling with excitement as they chanted loudly. In unison, they picked up the white cloth from their laps and covered their heads with it.

It seems that they wanted to use this to block the "master's" view and prevent the "master" from seeing their greedy and ugly face.

"Him! They..."

At that moment, even Yahiko, who was practically brainless, instantly guessed what was going to happen next.

On the altar, Xiang Shan pulled a sharp, jet-black spear from the sleeve of his black robe.

"Damn it!" In an instant, the veins on Yahiko's forehead bulged, and the flames were reflected in his eyes.

But he had promised his boss before he came that he must not act without orders...

Just as Xiang Shan, with a gentle smile on his face, raised his spear and thrust it straight at the woman.

An uncontrollable rage surged from his heart, rushing through his body and to his brain in an instant.

Endure? Endure my ass! I can't take it anymore!

Sorry, boss!

Yahiko slammed his foot on the front seat, his expression furious as he prepared to charge onto the altar.

However, before he could rush forward...

boom!!

A dark red mist of blood shot into the sky in an instant, like a blooming, bewitching flower, spreading outwards like smoke and mist.

The once soaring chant was interrupted, and a deathly silence fell.

"Believers will kneel and pray for divine pronouncements and the gospel."

From within the blood mist, Yun Chuan's gentle voice rang out, laughing, "The blasphemers only sharpen their knives and carve whole loaves of bread and wine!"

Evil God?

Evil gods cannot be my "master"!

The 11th is very important! Extremely important! Please read ahead of time!

(End of this chapter)