Don't force me to use my right fist.

In the very center of the group, a blonde girl knelt quietly on the ground, her tightly closed eyes trembling, seemingly revealing her unease.

Sōyū raised an eyebrow. These cultists sacrificing themselves was one thing.

A flash of blue light appeared in his hand, and a diamond sword with a sharp enchantment was revealed from Zuoyou's hand.

Just as Saya was about to rescue the loli in the middle without saying anything, he was blocked by a somewhat familiar figure before he could even move.

"I'm sorry, but this ceremony can't be interrupted so easily."

The northern winds and western lands, which should have been dead, once again blocked Sōyū's path. However, judging from their deathly pale skin, resembling that of corpses, and their pale eyes that did not look like those of humans, it was questionable whether they could even be considered alive.

"Yes, we need to settle accounts properly for what you did to the two of us back then, instead of busying ourselves with other things."

A stench, even tinged with decay, emanated from the mouth of the Northern Wind, its drool-dripping, cross-shaped accessory now appearing utterly ironic.

She grasped the massive hammer that had been twisted from the void; it seemed even more ferocious than the one Zuo You had once seen.

"I don't have the energy to play house with you two dead people."

Sighing, Saya frowned. If these two were together, it wouldn't be as simple as one plus one equals two.

Chapter 369 Quick Victory

No longer suppressing his speed, Saya unleashed his full power and charged past the two extremely strange-looking individuals.

Only a blur remained in place. By the time they reacted, Zuoyou was only an arm's length away from the little girl.

Let's wait until we rescue them first. Once they're safe, we'll have plenty of time to play around with these two.

However, the two who turned around didn't seem worried at all that Saya could do what he wanted, and didn't even try to stop him.

Instinctively sensing something was wrong, Saya frowned slightly, then was flung away by a strange limb that looked like an octopus tentacle that appeared out of nowhere next to the girl.

The immense force was like a truck crashing into Saya's chest; had his physique not already surpassed that of a normal human, he might have been reduced to minced meat by that single blow.

"The priority is to place the human body below and the air above."

Before Zuoyou's body could fall from mid-air, the voice from the Western Lands rang in his ears.

The surrounding air seemed to solidify like a block of iron, fixing him in mid-air. In Zuoyou's vision, a machete made of wheat flour and a giant hammer were flying towards his head.

"This is really quite troublesome."

Saku clicked his tongue slightly, feeling the air, already controlled by the northern wind, pressing down on his chest like a steamroller. He muttered a word, but his gaze remained fixed on the trembling blonde girl.

These two things are indeed quite a nuisance, but what troubles and bothers Saya even more is the thing around this girl.

The blue flames in his eye sockets burned continuously, and through this strange light, Sōyū finally made out the enormous monster that seemed to be bound to the space beside the girl, desperately trying to unleash its tentacles from various gaps. This was merely the tip of the iceberg of a certain monster.

The tentacle that had just been pulled away from him had separated from this clump of tentacles and was now firmly fixed in the space next to the girl. It was unclear whether it was binding her or protecting her.

But now doesn't seem like the time to care what she is, as Sawa is in quite a bit of trouble himself.

The cleaver and hammer that shot towards them arrived in front of Saya in the blink of an eye. In the next instant, they could all foresee the scene of Saya's head exploding like fireworks.

However, neither the instigators, the Northern Wind and the Western Lands, showed any joy of victory; instead, their eyes were filled with even greater apprehension and fear.

In that very instant, all the abilities they had used against Saya seemed to have been erased—they all became ineffective. Reason still harbored a deep-seated fear of his abilities.

As expected, the cleaver that should have severed Saya's head turned into flour and scattered on the ground, while the giant hammer that had condensed from the air vanished into thin air in front of Saya.

The black-haired boy ignored the high-pressure air that could crush steel and stood up, stretching his wrists as if he were doing some kind of preparation.

"You two have both died once, so why are you still so overconfident? Well, if you don't understand, you don't understand. Now I only have one question left."

Sōyū clenched his right fist and punched the werewolf made of flesh and blood that was about to sneak up on him from the shadows, smashing it to pieces.

"You guys mentioned the strange thing about loot dropping once—can it drop again?"

Sawa narrowed his eyes, a serious look flashing across them. Then, with a whooshing sound, he vanished from the spot.

"Damn it!"

Having witnessed Sawa's absurd speed, the Western Lands quickly realized the danger. Just how terrifying this guy was at close range was evident from the sight of the flesh giant who was beaten so badly he couldn't even reassemble himself.

This is a special ability user from the Church of Truth, second only to their Right Seat of God, and is known for being tough and resilient.

Even so, it has become like this. If it were him, he would probably be preparing for the next resurrection by now.

"Prioritize the human body at the bottom and the flour on top."

He decisively covered himself with a handful of flour, and swiftly reconstructed his spell. The Western Lands, before they could even catch their breath, discovered that the place that should have stood with them...

"Damn it! We should have absorbed Sherry in the first place, otherwise we wouldn't be in this situation now, helpless against her at close range."

Knowing that his teammates were likely to be eliminated, Western Lands couldn't help but curse. His eyes, now only white, were fixed on the space in front of him covered in flour.

Actually, if there were just one other person left, he wouldn't have ended up in this situation. But then again, that person wouldn't be in a place like this.

Whether he truly serves the Church of Truth is debatable, since he was recruited initially only because of his incomprehensible power.

"You think you're me, getting distracted by other things during a fight?"

A voice that sent chills down the spines of the Western lands rang out from behind him. A hand completely ignored the defensive circle of flour formed by his subordinates, which should have been an absolute defense, and grabbed his neck, forcing him to turn around.

With one hand holding the Northern Wind dangling on the ground like a mop, Saya used his other hand to lift up the Western Lands and sighed in disappointment.

"You can't tell me you're trying to act like an expert in this situation, can you?"

Having been forced to use Imagine Breaker to finish the battle quickly, Saya looked at the man who should have been dead and spoke to him in a mocking tone.

Chapter 370 The Uninterrupted Ritual

"What's the use of you doing this? Even if you kill us once, the great god will give us the power to resurrect us once more."

The creature struggling in Sōyū's hand seized his grasp, its pale eyes staring at him, its stench of decay almost hitting Sōyū's face.

"You call this a resurrection? Even dogs would despise it. Please stop being disgusting."

Sōyū's grasping hand from the Western Lands couldn't even feel the breath or the pulse of a living person on his neck. If this could be called resurrection, it was far too simplistic.

But thinking about it this way, the way I was grabbing someone's neck and trying to strangle them seems a bit silly.

What's the difference between attempting to strangle a lifeless corpse and that foreign captain trying to suffocate a robot?

"As long as we can continue to believe in the great God, what does it matter if we become like this? Only by being liberated from our mortal bodies can we be called..."

Just when Saya thought she had been knocked unconscious, Northern Wind suddenly grabbed the arms that were binding her. The force of her struggle was so great that Saya almost thought she was going to tear her body apart.

"The ritual has begun, and you cannot stop the descent of the gods. You, like that heretic from the Yuzaki family, will die here."

The man from the west revealed a crazed smile to Saku, as if he were the one who had captured Saku, not the other way around.

"Priority testing..."

Before he could finish speaking, Sōyū grabbed him and the still struggling Nōbō no Kō by the arm and slammed them together with force.

The sound of bones breaking rang out, and the two bodies seemed to be crushed under a bed, becoming fragmented and broken.

Sōyū looked at the two corpses, which had been reduced to bloodless corpses, and shook his head helplessly.

So this is no longer human, then he has no psychological burden.

"But I still have to thank you for reminding me that I should interrupt the skill." Saku narrowed his eyes and charged towards the strange ritual that was still going on. This time, he didn't even take out his diamond sword. He just raised his fist in front of him and swung it out.

"biu!"

The tentacles that should have attacked again vanished instantly because of this punch, and the illusory tentacles blocking his way shattered like bubbles. The Imagine Breaker's effect lasted a few seconds, enough time for him to rescue the little girl from this strange ritual.

Using Imagine Breaker's erasure ability, he rushed to the loli's side, just as the patterns formed by the black-clad men's blood spread out from under his feet.

Strange chanting sounds rang out from all directions, the eerie and obscure voices seeming to come from the void. If Sōyuu hadn't been in Imagine Breaker mode, he might have been driven to the brink of death by these sounds.

Without time to think about anything else, Sōyū reached out to the blonde girl sitting on the ground, intending to pick her up in his arms.

The situation around here is clearly about to escalate into something big; if we don't act now, it'll be too late.

However, the instant Sawa reached out his hand, the girl who had been sitting on the ground suddenly opened her eyes, revealing a strange, starry-sky-like gaze.

A strange mark resembling a keyhole appeared on his forehead, and then it solidified into a tangible form.

"ah...

When Zuoyou saw the iconic keyhole, he roughly guessed the girl's true identity. Before he could fully process the awkward expression on his face, he was once again slapped away by an octopus tentacle that emerged from behind the girl.

The blood that had already pooled on the ground dried rapidly, and the black-clad men whom Sawa had mistaken for the manipulators of the ritual also withered and shriveled up as if drained of all their energy.

So these people are the sacrifices, and the one in the middle is the real culprit?

Saya, who had been sent flying and crashed into several walls before finally coming to a stop, stood up, supporting his waist, and looked at the girl in front of him who was still looking at him with a blank expression.

“Anyone who blasphemes against divine rituals shall die.”

She pulled a witch's hat covered in strange bows from thin air and put it on her head. The blonde girl, like an emotionless machine, pointed...

The pooled blood transformed into a crimson light that merged into the eerie keyhole between the girl's eyebrows, forming a strange steel ring made of keys behind her.

She made a fist in front of her, and blood appeared out of thin air, slowly solidifying into a Western-style key the size of a cane, which she then held in her hand.

Realizing that she seemed to be targeting him only because he had accidentally disturbed her, rather than because she had received orders from the Church of Truth, Saya thought he should try to communicate with her.

However, before he could finish speaking, the girl, who should have been quite a distance away from him, had already appeared behind him.

The enormous key in her hand swept straight towards Sōyū's head, as if she hadn't heard him at all. The girl's attack was simply aimed at killing him with a single blow. The ability to teleport behind him without warning sent a chill down Sōyū's spine. Fortunately, her swing of the key wasn't too fast, and Sōyū lunged forward, dodging the bizarre attack. Before Sōyū could catch his breath, before his lunge was even finished, the tentacles that had appeared out of nowhere in front of him stabbed out like spears, forcefully pushing him back. The girl swung the key again, and this time Sōyū had no room to dodge. The girl's speed wasn't fast, but each attack seemed to anticipate Sōyū's next move—precisely striking the point where it could hit him.

As for those tentacles, although Zuoyou was reluctant to admit it, even he was slower than them without the buffs from taking drugs.

These two factors combined instantly made his situation extremely dangerous.

Chapter 371 Ultimate Sealing Technique

The shield that appeared out of nowhere blocked the key that was emitting a strange aura, preventing Sōyō from being hit on the head by it.

Who knows if this stuff has any weird side effects? At least, Zuoyou doesn't want to try it.

And just as he had predicted, it spread.