Don't force me to use my right fist.

A layer of gray-black cubes appeared out of thin air in front of Zuoyou as he moved, like an indestructible wall, completely blocking the light shining from the eyeballs and bubbles.

If you were to ask what's the sharpest thing in the Minecraft world, Zuoyou probably wouldn't be able to answer, but if you were to ask what's the most solid thing, Zuoyou could only answer one thing: bedrock. It exists.

Perhaps the despicable blocky people might have some special so-called game mechanics, but in reality, it's just a way to exploit loopholes to destroy this thing. But at the very least, this thing cannot be easily destroyed by conventional means.

Even the destructive light, when it shone on the two bedrock blocks blocking Saya's path, lost its terrifying power and was blocked behind them. Finally free from attack, Saya had a chance to catch his breath, but he soon realized that this was merely a delaying tactic.

Even just by taking out these two pieces of bedrock, his original two hundred-plus Xinyang points were reduced by one hundred points, meaning he only had less than a minute left.

"There really isn't enough time."

It's unclear whether it was because its attack was blocked by the bedrock and it felt provoked, or for some other reason, but the white...

The light that had originally shone on the bedrock in front of Saya was also tinged with this eerie color, but what terrified Saya even more were the two objects blocking his path.

The appearance of this thing can only prove one thing: it's about to give out too quickly.

If it can't hold on, Sawa doesn't think he can withstand this kind of offensive.

"Do we have such a deep hatred between us that you really want to kill me?"

Saku sighed as he looked at Yog's clone in front of him. In fact, he could see that in his current creative mode, he could actually put up a fight with this guy, and it was not impossible for him to defeat him.

But the problem lies in a very crucial point.

His faith level is insufficient. It's draining his faith.

In other words, this ability is not free.

But to think that you can defeat this Outer God's avatar with only the remaining hundred points of faith is simply wishful thinking.

Whether or not he can escape depends on whether the other party will give him face. What Zuoyou can hope for now is whether he can find a way to escape from this space.

Whether it was fate finally smiling on Sōyū, or someone having heard his prayers, just before the two bedrock blocks before him were completely destroyed, a beam of light, seemingly from nowhere, pierced through the space and shot towards the still-radiant avatar. Having escaped, he hadn't even noticed this light from outside the space.

Almost instantly, the light merged into Zuoyou's body, creating a huge silver magic circle beneath his feet and opening a silver-white gate behind him.

A young girl's voice came from behind, causing Saya, who had been ambushed, to pause in surprise.

I thought it would be some kind of sneak attack, but it turns out they're just calling for reinforcements?

And judging from this situation, it's not him who's being shaken, but rather the distorted eyeball monster in front of him?

"I'm still trying to scream for help to see if anyone will come to my rescue."

With a bitter laugh, Saku glanced at the crumbling bedrock before him, then decisively leaped into the silver gate behind him. Death was less desirable than escaping behind the gate; perhaps there was still a glimmer of hope.

As Sōyū disappeared behind the large silver i, the bedrock wall that had blocked Yūgū's avatar's attack finally turned into dust. The red light swallowed the gate that hadn't yet disappeared, leaving only a black crack in the space that looked like it had been torn apart.

The bulging red bubble seemed unsatisfied with Saya's escape and wanted to pursue him, but suddenly stopped all movement. (Form/Opinion)

Chapter 441 You've Mistaken Me

Sōyū had no idea that he had almost been caught up by someone. As the familiar-looking gate opened, he finally saw the familiar sky.

Even at night, even with the moon not being fully visible in the sky, it still signified one thing: he had escaped from that extremely dangerous space.

After glancing warily at the silver gate behind him, which seemed to have been dismantled by something, Sōyu waited a few seconds until the terrifying sensation didn't seem to follow him before finally letting out a sigh of relief.

After much pleading and persuasion, at least we escaped from the clutches of that god. Although we don't know when we'll meet it again, we're lucky to be alive now.

Relieved, Sayu finally dared to exit Creative Mode and carefully observe his current location.

The cement floor proved that Zuoyou had at least returned to the modern world, and the lights that could be seen not far away further confirmed this. Zuoyou lowered his head to see who had just called for help, but what he saw made him clench his fists involuntarily.

He was positioned above a clearly visible circular platform, and beneath his feet was a bright red magic circle drawn with an unknown material.

All he saw were men dressed in black, a style all too familiar to him, prostrating themselves below the platform, seemingly welcoming his arrival, muttering prayers in a language he couldn't understand at all.

Sawa has seen these guys countless times; they're the very same outfits worn by the cult called the Church of Truth who's harassing Kaguya.

But none of these were the key points. What truly ignited an uncontrollable rage within Zuo You was the incredibly familiar scent emanating from the magic circle beneath his feet.

Only human blood can have this special taste, and right at his feet, the lifeless body of a girl lay flat in front of him.

From the wounds covering her wrists and the blood still visible from her neck despite her face being covered, Sōyū already knew what the magic circle beneath her feet was made of.

"Great, all-knowing and all-powerful God, I offer you my sincerest blessings and my most perfect sacrifices."

A somewhat aged voice came from the group of men in black below. The leader, an elderly man dressed in a significantly different style, raised his head and looked at the black-haired boy who had been summoned from the other side of the door by their ritual with fanatical eyes.

In their view, the ceremony went without any mishaps or errors, so the person who walked out from behind the silver gate that was recorded must be the all-knowing and all-powerful god they believed in.

Therefore, even though Zuo You's attire bore no resemblance to a god, and his aura was completely different from that of the all-powerful god recorded in the annals, he still couldn't move.

You should know that when Sayu came out, he was in creative mode. That kind of oppressive feeling that only gods can have is something that absolutely cannot be faked.

Even if they racked their brains, they would never have guessed that their summoning ritual was flawless, and the offerings were of the highest quality. Who could have imagined that Sōyu would intercept them?

The old man, naturally mistaking him for a summoned god, frantically ripped off the black cloth covering the corpse placed at the front, revealing a delicate face beneath—even in death, one could still discern how lovely she had been in life. From the fingers, even the nails had fallen off, Saya could tell what unspeakable horrors she had endured before her death.

In stark contrast, the surviving men in black wore eyes filled with fanaticism, their sole desire being to catch a glimpse of Sawa.

"This is the sacrifice? For this so-called ritual, you would do such a thing to a child who is not even an adult?"

Sōyū's voice was as cold as a knife. He had forgotten the joy of surviving the ordeal. At this moment, his words did indeed have a touch of divine quality.

"How can these creatures who have never known the greatness of the gods be called human? They are nothing but a group of inferior beings. The most meaningful thing for them to do in this world is to bring the great gods down to earth."

The fervent expression on his face hadn't faded. The old man, who simply took Saya's test as a test, answered his question impatiently, looking at Saya with expectant eyes like a puppy waiting for its master's praise.

Sōyū clenched his fists once more, looking at the group of cultists who had raised their heads, their eyes showing not a trace of remorse. He didn't know what to say.

Is this the terrifying aspect of cults? Can such fanatical beliefs truly exist?

A laugh that sounded like a cold sneer or a self-mockery came out as Sōyū sat down on the edge of the platform and looked at the corpse of the young girl who somehow seemed familiar.

He naturally knew that these guys mistook him for the evil god that should have been summoned, and as the blood patterns under his feet faded, Sōyu also felt the repulsive force from this world.

It seems he was just here to go through the motions. These guys, I don't know what their purpose was, that's why they carried out such a bloody summoning ritual.

"Speak up, what do you want, and why are you doing this?"

With his head down, Sōyū asked the group of cultists below, who had completely fallen into madness, one last question in a somewhat somber tone.

"For we are about to witness the truth! O all-knowing and all-powerful God, please let us see the truth of this world and end this utterly ugly world!"

The old man, who regarded Saya's question as a divine blessing, knelt down, his eyes bloodshot, and spoke to him with an extremely crazed expression.

"Very well, then commit suicide. Only the dead can witness the true truth."

Zuoyou coldly raised his head, gave another cold laugh at these fanatics, and then spoke.

Chapter 442 You actually believe this?

The person committed suicide, and it's clear that it has nothing to do with Sawa.

If they are capable of such heinous acts for their gods, then dying for their gods should be perfectly normal, shouldn't it?

Sawa clenched his fists, suppressing the murderous intent surging within him as much as possible. He looked at the group of fanatical believers as if they were a group of dead men.

But clearly, he underestimated the extent of their madness; or perhaps, they had long since lost all normal emotions, leaving only this indescribable letter.

As Saya's words fell, the believers who were prostrate on the ground smiled chillingly as if they had received some reward. They looked like they had won the lottery, as if Saya was not telling them to die, but to send them to heaven.

"Yes, we will obey the instructions of the divine! For the truth, for the divine! We are willing to offer everything we have!"

The old man's smile was absolutely genuine, but the more genuine it was, the more Saya felt an urge to vomit.

What kind of thorough brainwashing must have made them disregard even their own lives? Is this the terrifying aspect of the Truth Church?

As the old man finished speaking, the believers pulled out ritual knives from their bodies and, with terrifying yet expectant smiles, plunged them into their chests.

In an instant, the entire arena was completely stained crimson with the sprayed blood, and the fanatical cultists, still bearing their eerie smiles, fell to the ground.

The old man at the head of the group clearly admired the sea. They had all followed the instructions given by the gods. Although they seemed to have lost a lot, he believed that they would gain even more in the future.

He eagerly anticipated that Sawa would demonstrate the power of the gods, and he also wondered what kind of grace these believers, who had so readily given their lives for the gods, would receive.

But as he looked at Zuoyou, he saw only disgust and impatience in his black eyes.

"And what about you?"

Saga's cold, icy voice reached the old man's ears, but to him, it was as if Saga was praising him by name, which inexplicably gave him a sense of honor and pride.

"Yes, Your Majesty, I have been negligent. For the sake of the all-knowing and all-powerful God, for the sake of the world!"

He decisively drew a dagger and plunged it into the old man's heart, his eyes showing no sign of pain.

The old man pulled the dagger out of his chest, letting blood spurt from the wound, but his eyes looked at Sōyū like a child waiting for candy from his teacher.

In his view, his act of loyalty must be enough to prove how pure his faith is.

And that is why, even without any blessings, as long as his god can feel a little pleasure, his existence is already worthwhile.

The expected scenario—that this black-haired, black-eyed deity would reveal to them what they sought, or simply guide them to godhood—did not occur. Instead, amidst his incredulous expression, the serious look on Sōyū's face faded.

"Are you fanatics' brains filled with something unclean? It's one thing to have abnormal thought processes, but how come your IQ is so low? Do I look a lot like your god?"

With a mocking and indifferent expression, Sōyū chuckled and kicked the eye-shaped statues placed around him to the ground.

"You...you're not?"

As expected of a leader, even though the blood in his chest had stopped gushing out, he was still alive. After listening to Saya's words, he pointed in Saya's direction with an incredulous expression. He felt as if the world had deceived him. The god that whl had painstakingly summoned turned out to be not the one he wanted to summon; everything he said before was just a joke.

Such a blow is worse than not telling him at all, letting him remain immersed in his recent dream until he dies.

"I never said I was. It was you bunch of idiots who mistook me for that damned evil god. I just didn't expect that just by saying 'go die,' you would actually do it. How ridiculous."

Sōyū's mocking expression deepened, and he held up a finger and shook it at the old man who was still breathing.

"Oh, by the way, if we're really going to talk about it, I'm still an enemy of your gods. That means you paratroopers are essentially dying on the orders of your gods' adversaries. In a sense, you've already betrayed your gods, so don't even think about so-called redemption or moving yourselves."

"You, you heretic! I curse you!" (A demonic cry)

Very well, remember this: when you're wantonly taking lives to sacrifice to your ugly god, have you ever paid attention to their expressions and faces?

Saya's smile faded, and he knelt down in front of the old man. "Do you deserve respect?" Expressionless, Saya brushed away the old man's hand that was trying to grab his face, giving him one last look at the ridiculous look in the old man's eyes as the light in his eyes gradually faded.