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

Chapter 36 There are no gods (Please continue reading!!!)

The solemn and dignified atmosphere inside the stone pagoda was completely swept away.

Like a fountain of blood slicing open an artery, the viscous blood eroded and swallowed everyone, and all that could be seen was a bewitching scarlet.

Click!

An extremely abrupt sound rang out, particularly jarring in the desolation, crisp like a silver bottle shattering.

The sound interrupted all the devout believers who were praying. They subconsciously looked up at the source of the sound, at the huge dome at the very top of the stone tower!

The glass dome at the top of the stone tower shattered, and glass shards fell from the sky onto the crowd below.

It was as if a giant hand had pulled back the curtain, and a noisy wind surged in from above, causing the white cloths that had been covering people's heads to flutter.

"Everyone," that gentle voice, as always, reached everyone's ears, "Good evening."

Right in front of the shattered glass dome, a figure stood suspended in mid-air, with a bright full moon behind him.

The symbiotic tissues that burst forth from Yun Chuan's body clung to the surrounding walls like spider silk, and he stood at the very center of this intricate web, looking down at the many believers below.

The silvery moonlight behind him illuminated the surroundings, clearly revealing the greedy and ugly faces of the believers, and exposing the filth and depravity within the entire stone tower.

On the altar below.

Xiang Shan looked up at Yun Chuan's face, but made no move or reaction.

"Why have you come here?" After a long silence, he asked in a puzzled tone, "Have we failed to provide adequate hospitality?"

His face still wore that kind smile, as if it were a smile that was permanently attached to it.

Throughout his long life, his hands were stained with too many sins, enough to warn anyone who approached him and demonstrate just how vicious and terrifying he was.

But he cunningly put on a mask with tightly sewn edges and gaps, hiding everything about himself under that kind smiling mask.

Just like the lanternfish in the ocean, it hangs a bright lantern to attract unsuspecting fry into its sharp teeth and be swallowed into its bottomless belly.

"Hospitality? Is this how you treat your guests?"

Deceived, Yahiko had never felt so angry. He stared intently at that unchanging, terrifying smile: "What do you intend to do to that woman?!"

What are you doing?

The old man being questioned seemed puzzled. He looked down at the angry Yahiko in the distance and frowned, saying, "We are offering sacrifices to our 'Lord,' and welcoming the birth of the 'Child of God.'"

As soon as the words were spoken, the believers raised their heads and looked at the woman on the altar with piety and fervor, gazing pitifully and greedily at her swollen belly, their prayers seemingly expressing their longing.

They longed for the birth of the Son of God, to be cooked over a raging fire, to be divided and eaten, and to be with their "Lord"!

The divine children are "immortal," and they too can be "immortal"!

"Praise be to my Lord!"

Listening to the frenzied chanting around him, Yahiko felt like he was about to explode with anger, his chest burning and his throat burning.

"Praise be to my Lord! The Lord and I..."

Xiang Shan was about to speak when he suddenly stopped.

Because a nearly transparent line appeared on his side, the skin slowly cracked open to reveal the bright red flesh underneath, and bright red blood slid down from the wound, soaking his face.

Behind him, on the wall, scarlet spikes were deeply embedded, and the hard bricks shattered, with white ash scattering everywhere.

"..."

Xiang Shan's smile stiffened, and the prayer he was about to utter remained unspoken.

He simply raised his right thumb, his knuckles lightly tracing the wound, and rubbing it against his lips, a look of lingering infatuation flashing in his eyes.

The bloodstain healed and restored completely within seconds at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Yahiko."

Without glancing at him, Yun Chuan looked down at the furious Yahiko, his tone carrying a deeper meaning: "I'll give you three seconds."

After saying that, he held up three fingers and whispered, "3."

Only three seconds.

Upon hearing this, Yahiko let out a deep breath.

He knew very well that these three seconds were reserved only for him.

"Can't you see it?"

Yahiko grabbed the nearest believer, shook her violently, and shouted, "He's a fraud! He's lying to you! There's no such thing as a god in this world!!"

If there is a "god" in this world, how could his kind-hearted father be so cruelly murdered, leaving only a cold tombstone?

If there is a "god" in this world, why did he cry and beg the god not to take away his mother's sickly life again, and why did he not receive a response?

If there is a "God" in this world, and He is high above, listening to the constant wails and cries of agony in the midst of war, does He have no pity whatsoever?

No! There is no God!

At the highest point, Yun Chuan shook his head, lowered one finger, and whispered, "2."

"Why take lives?" Yahiko looked at them, his voice low and powerless. "Why trample on lives?"

"Because this is a divine decree from the Lord!"

The old woman beside the mountain raised her hands, turned around, and looked up at the evil god statue, her expression and tone completely insane: "Trample life! Steal life! Please my Lord! Bestow upon us abundant blessings!"

"Offer them to the Lord!"

The voice rose from a low pitch to a high pitch.

The chilling coldness overhead was enough to trigger the human instinct for survival, and the nerves of many believers were twitching wildly, sending signals to their brains to escape.

But strangely, they didn't escape.

They even unleashed an unparalleled cohesion and something akin to conviction, slowly surrounding Yahiko and Nagato while chanting swaying hymns.

"Death is rebirth!"

"The Lord has bestowed upon us abundant blessings! Death is rebirth!"

In the stories told through murals and texts, this scene depicts pilgrims offering sacrifices to the gods.

Seeing all this bizarre and strange stuff, Yahiko felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.

The anger in his chest was gradually covered by the coldness, which spread to his skin, jaw and ears, and the chilling sensation continued to spread throughout his body.

To please? To please the gods?

Where exactly was the enjoyment? Where exactly was the fun?

"You bunch of guys..."

Yahiko slowly closed his eyes, muttering in anguish, "What did I ever value life for?"

These guys in front of me have been completely brainwashed. Perhaps each of them has their own pain and regret, so they can only place their hopes on the so-called "god".

To inflict one's own misfortune on others.

drop.

A drop of scarlet blood fell from the top of the tower, splashing water on the ground. The water was clear and penetrating, interrupting the fervent chanting.

Then came a downpour, and the sound of rain inside the tower was so loud it washed over the eyes of every believer.

They unconsciously twitched their nostrils, yet they could smell the endless, fishy stench swirling in the torrential rain.

That wasn't a downpour, it was just bright red blood!

Many believers instinctively looked up, only to see many distorted black shadows falling down.

Bang! !

First, the torso of an old man, missing his limbs and head, crashed onto the altar, denting the skeletons.

It looked as if it had been torn apart by brute force, with the bone and flesh twisting and spinning at the break, bursting out with rotten flesh.

Then, illuminated by the faint light of the moon above.

All that could be seen was the head of an old man still bearing the mark of fanaticism, while severed limbs and broken pieces fell down like sand.

If Yahiko opened his eyes, he would recognize that not long ago, this face had a gentle and kind smile, and the way he looked at him was like looking at his own child.

Everyone could smell the brutal ferocity emanating from above, the terrifying, suffocating threat clearly plastered on their faces, enough to make them tremble and clench their teeth in fear as they fled.

But no one present chose to flee; instead, the prayers became even more devout.

Death is not scary; death is rebirth.

"Time's up." That calm voice was like the Grim Reaper bringing death.

Yun Chuan looked down at Yahiko and his followers, a blood-red mist enveloping him and forming a scarlet mask on his face, while more sharp, scarlet tentacles extended from behind him.

The next moment, countless sharp and ear-piercing explosions resounded inside the tower.

(End of this chapter)