Don't force me to use my right fist.

After completing that cool sword-sheathing pose, Saku lifted a strand of bangs that was damp with sweat from his forehead and spoke to the white-haired boy who was looking at him with an indescribable expression.

Speaking of which, because he used Youmu's card, his hair has turned white now. If you didn't know better, you might mistake him for your younger brother.

Sawa knew that anyone with a younger brother like this was incredibly unlucky. After all, this guy was one of Naraku's incarnations, each one a bloodthirsty killer, how could he possibly be a good person?

"You really do have a knack for surprising people, but that's precisely why you're worth being devoured. It looks like you're about to fight Sawa."

And just as he said, the corpse of Moryoumaru, which should have been chopped into a pile of minced meat, began to writhe like a lump of slime, and after a series of transformations and fusions, it reformed into its original form.

Even in his strong arm, a bone longsword similar to the White Tower Sword wielded by Saku had appeared, and his slightly crouching posture was exactly the same as when Saku had just used his technique.

"Hmm~ Is it that hard to kill? Not only that, it seems to have learned the way I killed you and is now using it on yourself?"

Saku turned around and looked Moryomaru up and down, quickly analyzing from its current state why it was adopting this posture.

"But how much of this sword technique can you actually learn? If you could completely replicate it, that would be truly impressive."

With a hint of suspicion in his eyes, Sōyu ignored the menacing Mōryōmaru behind him and turned his gaze to Hakudōji in front of him.

He vaguely remembered something: these two Naraku clones were indeed quite special. They seemed to have appeared later in the story, and they shared the same heart as Naraku. In other words, theoretically, it was impossible to kill these two without removing that heart.

"How much you learn isn't important. As long as you use it enough times, you'll eventually absorb something. What can you do against us, who can't be killed?"

A cold, mocking expression also appeared on Hakudoji's face, as if he were pitying Saku, who could only make futile struggles.

"Huh? Why do you think I wouldn't be able to kill you? Do you really think you can live forever?"

Sōyū's lips twitched, and he took out a rather strange pumpkin head from his backpack and put it on his head.

Chapter 467 All show and no substance

If it were the previous Sōyū, they would have been quite helpless against monsters with special defeat conditions.

After all, there really is nothing in Minecraft that can stop people from regenerating health. Even if it's a blocky guy like Zuoyou, he can only watch helplessly as a cheater with countless lives and invincible health appears.

But the current Saga is different; it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say he's been completely transformed.

With the support of mods, he could easily kill his opponent even without using his Phantom Assassin to fight. Last time, he even spent two Karma Crystals to enchant a monster specifically designed to deal with undead monsters.

Inside the pumpkin head that was placed on his head, blue flames burned through the gaps in his mouth and eyes, making him look like he was wearing a skull mask, giving people a chilling feeling.

Saya, whose voice sounded sinister because of the pumpkin helmet he was wearing, raised his head, and blue flames seemed to be extending from his eyes.

"Humans die when they are killed, and so do monsters."

Saying what seemed like a pointless statement, Saya took action once again.

Meanwhile, Shiro, seeing Sōyū's unusual behavior and the pumpkin helmet he was wearing that inexplicably gave him a sense of unease, felt alarm bells ringing in his mind.

But Mouryoumaru is different from him.

To put it bluntly, he was just a shell, without any self-awareness to drive him. He only knew how to carry out the order given to him by Hakudoshi to kill Sōyuu.

The instant Saya began to act, Moryomaru, who had been warily watching Saya with the bone sword, also transformed into a blur and rushed towards Saya's location.

Just like the Future Eternal Slash that Saga released before replicating Saga, Moryoumaru forcibly intercepted Saga, who wanted to deal with Hakudoji first. While blocking him, he also slashed upward with his bone sword, as if he wanted to send Saga flying like he had before.

But Sawa wasn't a mindless monster like him. Realizing that he was replicating his own actions, he dodged the move that was supposed to be the start of a combo by sidestepping.

Moryomaru's speed was incredibly fast, even surpassing that of Youki, who was empowered by the Shikon Jewel. However, Saku faced a sword strike that seemed no different from the one he had unleashed himself.

Even though he was faster and stronger, Saya couldn't sense the same oppressive feeling that Youki gave him.

Perhaps this is the meaning of swordsmanship training: the same move, in the hands of a great swordsman and in the hands of a monster like this, is on two completely different levels.

"You've only learned a superficial, all-encompassing skill; do you truly understand the meaning of the sword in your hand?"

Saya finally understood why Yoki had said it was a waste of a good sword when he saw the Tsukuyomi in his hand. Now, looking at the monster in front of him, he had the same thought.

Moryomaru paid no attention to what Saya said, and didn't even notice that his first attack had missed. He forcibly dragged his body and drew up sword energy in this space. All he could think about was probably tearing Saya to pieces.

"Without sword heart, you don't actually think that just learning the moves will be useful, do you?"

Looking at the white sword energy that seemed to have turned into a phantom and could shatter him at any moment, Zuoyou sighed, then took a step forward, stretched out his right fist, and clenched it tightly in front of him as if trying to grab something.

As if he had planned this with Saya, Moryoumaru gripped the bone sword and stopped in front of him. The bone sword, which had emerged, gave him a regretful smile.

"You attack me with my own moves, even mimicking the exact same actions. But have you ever considered that if that's the case, I could clearly understand the fatal weakness of this sword technique?"

The edge of the bone sword should have been sharper than a blade, but Zuoyou, like a middle-aged woman rushing to buy groceries, casually gripped the blade and used it to attack...

The sword energy dissipated, revealing Saya, who had grasped the bone sword with just one hand and was calmly addressing Moryomaru in front of him.

"I don't know if you're stupid or if you really think someone can imitate me is an idiot."

With a slight exertion of his fist, Saya broke the bone sword, which had just been able to cut through iron like mud, into pieces as if it were made of paper. After squeezing it hard, he turned it into powder. Only then did Saya continue to look at the location of Moryomaru.

The ability to devour, though nominally powerful, seemed to Sōyū to be a mere illusion. He had initially thought another person would challenge him to a sword fight, but it turned out the person was rather dim-witted. He suddenly raised it up.

But the other party seemed to be thinking that it would bring Saya closer to him in the future, and he didn't have any thoughts of resistance. After being lifted up, Saya found that this guy was unusual.

The lower half of this thing had separated from the upper half at some point, and ugly slime, as if acting as an adhesive, dripped down along its beard.

Tentacles, seemingly about to devour Saku in the next second, pressed down on his pale skin. In the blink of an eye, Saku's body was covered with tentacles of all sizes extending from Moryomaru's body. At the same time, he also felt as if his magic power was being devoured by these things.

"You've learned your lesson, huh? You want to fight face-to-face and prove your mettle, huh? You're not going to embarrass yourself with your pathetic swordsmanship anymore?"

Looking down at the strange tentacles that were trying to drag him into Moryomaru's body, Saya still showed no sign of anxiety.

"If you want to get close to me, how could I not want to get close to you?" whl

The flames in Sōyū's eyes blazed fiercely, giving the Hakudōji in front of him a sudden bad feeling.

Chapter 468 Welcoming the Trial

Saya allowed the tentacles to swallow half of his body into Moryomaru's body. All he did was raise his head and look directly into Moryomaru's eyes with his fiery eyes.

Naraku is a fused demon, an aggregate of the resentment of countless demons. This means that his clones, like him, have souls completely identical to his.

The most evil aspects of countless demons were combined to form Naraku's essence, making him incredibly powerful but also imbuing him with corresponding sins.

Unfortunately, the technique that Saya is currently using is specifically designed to deal with this kind of evil being.

"You devoured so many monsters and gained their power. Do you know what that means? So much power, so many souls, so much sin."

Flames seemed to come alive, enveloping Saya's eyes. What chilled Moryomaru, a demon who didn't even know what emotional fluctuations were, was that the helmet, which should have allowed one to see Saya's eyes through its holes, now only revealed endless flames.

He tried to forcibly remove his gaze from Sōyū's eyes, but found that the incredibly powerful body he had always relied on seemed to be no longer under his control at this moment.

He could only stand there stiffly, watching Saya bring the burning pumpkin head closer to him, while Saya's voice continued to ring in his ears.

"Look into my eyes! Your soul is stained with the blood of the innocent; feel their pain!"

As Saya's voice rang out, Moryomaru felt a flame emanate from Saya's eyes, directly engulfing his entire consciousness.

Inside, the countless monsters were repeating the same murderous acts they had committed. The souls that should have died were wailing and pleading around him, even reaching out their hands to pull him into the flames that seemed to devour everything.

As Hakudoshi looked at Moryomaru, who stood frozen in place, no longer consuming anything, staring at Saya in a daze, a sense of unease rose within him even stronger.

Without much hesitation, Shirodoji grabbed the Yongdao and flashed to Sōyū's side, slashing directly at his head.

Even the Shikon Jewel shards on his arm glowed slightly, amplifying this deadly attack.

But to his surprise, Zuoyou turned around at that moment and even placed his hand in front of the Yongdao he was holding, grabbing the blade that was about to strike.

"When adults are busy with important matters, can children please not disturb them? They're really in the way, okay?"

The fiery eyes glanced at Hakudoji and gave him the feeling that his soul was about to be stolen by those eyes. The next moment, from the place where Moryoumaru was connected to his spirit, a feeling of resentment and despair instantly filled his consciousness.

All of Naraku's clones share the same soul as Naraku, but the Eye of Judgment doesn't care how many souls there are. As long as the soul of the one being judged still has sins, the flames from hell will burn it completely.

"Damn it! Abandon him! Cut off the connection with him, or we'll all die here because of him!"

He cursed under his breath, then clutched his head in pain and retreated from Saya's side, before warning Naraku, who was in his true form.

Sōyū's methods were completely unheard of, but he and Naraku were both very clear about one thing: if they didn't give up on Mōryōmaru now, all that awaited them was for their souls to be burned to ashes along with him.

Knowing this, Hakudoji understood even more clearly, and Naraku, as the original body, didn't hesitate at all. Even though Moryomaru was one of the most powerful clones he had created, it was no longer a reason to spare him. With a burst of power, he crushed Moryomaru into a pile of minced meat.

As he completed this act, akin to a hero cutting off his own arm, the flames burning from the deepest recesses of his soul finally ceased. Yet, the wails originating from other souls still echoed within Naraku's heart, filling him with an overwhelming sense of terror.

Being a fusion of the resentment and desires of countless demons, he can be considered an absolutely immortal being.

Even in the original story, this guy's death was due to the correct wish he made with the Shikon Jewel, which made him disappear from this world.

But the flames in Sōyū's eyes, which seemed to burn his soul, gave him a sense of fear that he had encountered a true nemesis.

No matter where he hides, no matter how many clones he has, Naraku understands that if his true form were to meet those eyes, he would ultimately be consumed by the fires of hell.

"Leave that place, White Child, stay away from that guy, and try not to have any contact with him before you figure out his background."

Faced with Saku, a deadly being who was essentially his nemesis, Naraku immediately issued the most correct command to Hakudoji.

Having already lost a powerful clone, they couldn't afford any more losses. Being killed by Sōyū was a relief, but judging from what he said before, he seemed to have more ambitions for his main body.

Moryomaru is just an empty shell, a tool like a machine. If Saya kills him, so be it. But if Hakudoji falls into that kind of danger, Naraku will find it hard not to worry that he might betray him.

It was, after all, his own clone, and no one knew better than Naraku himself how despicable his own character was.

Upon hearing Naraku's command, Hakudoji didn't hesitate. Without even glancing at the now-silent Moryomaru, he turned and fled into the distance.

"Holy crap?"

Saku had no idea that Naraku had made so many decisions in such a short time. He was still thinking about how to capture Hakudoshi after dealing with Moryomaru so that he could find out where Naraku was hiding.

He hadn't even made a move yet, how come this guy slipped away right in front of him?

This is the first time I've seen someone so decisive in betraying their teammates.

As expected, there's no morality to speak of among demons.

Chapter 469 The Primal God

As it turned out, Hakudoshi's decision was absolutely correct.

Not only were Saku preparing to attack it, but even the golden fox phantom in the sky condensed into a physical form at this moment, converging into the body of the girl-like figure at the very center.