Don't force me to use my right fist.

“Mr. Saya really has ambition.” But I think, after saying this to Saya in a very confident tone, the bald man clapped his hands, and a woman dressed in black and wearing a hood walked out from behind him.

"Mr. Sawa, may I ask... is it possible for you to refuse the power of immortality?"

The newcomer lifted her hood, revealing a face that should have been burned to ashes. Sōyu remembered her somewhat; after all, it was because of her betrayal that she had been cut in half at the waist by the Western Lands and then burned to ashes by his flames. How could she have reappeared now? For the first time, Sōyu showed curiosity, not for any so-called power of immortality, but simply out of interest in how she had come back to life.

Immortality is just a myth, let alone eternal life. After becoming a cube-shaped person, he lost the concept of being a loser. Otherwise, he wouldn't still be able to impersonate a high school student. A seductive voice rang in Saya's ears, and the maid who should have been dead long ago smiled at Saya. If it weren't for such temptation, she wouldn't have chosen to betray Kaguya in the first place.

"Well, I understand the logic, but it's a pity you guys keep bringing up things I already have. It puts me in a difficult position. Besides, it's not like she's immortal. I can't exactly say she's turned into a zombie." Saku, finally understanding something, sighed. Thanks to the magic crafting mod, he could at least sense some strange magical flow emanating from the maid.

This feeling was quite familiar to him, after all, he still had two sets of those "rotten inner" items in his backpack. In other words, the reason this person was still here was essentially because he had been turned into a zombie. Zuoyou's reply stunned the two who felt they had victory in their grasp. Could there really be someone who could refuse the power of immortality?

"I have to reiterate, I'm a perfectly normal human being, definitely not one of those weirdos you're talking about." wIh

Sōyū raised his index finger and solemnly declared.

"No, Mr. Sawa, even if you say that, the essence of the strange is still the strange. Although our church does not reject these things, and we also have members who are strange, we still hope that you can recognize this fact."

"After all, weirdness is something that exists to hurt others."

The bald man refuted Saya's words, saying that the supernatural was fundamentally very different from humans, something he was well aware of.

After all, he himself had gone through the process of transforming from a human into a monster, and it has to be said that the kind of thing that hurts humans is really hard to resist.

"But it doesn't matter, Mr. Saya. Once you join us, you won't need to suppress your strange nature at all. The gods are gentle. Whether human or monster, they will all be treated equally under their protection."

While verbally trying to persuade Sawa, the bald man failed to notice that he had already impatiently raised his right fist.

"If you expel me from the human race again, don't blame me for punching you. I'm really fed up with this lately." Sōyū narrowed his eyes and warned the other party word by word.

Chapter 161 You're Not Fast Enough

"From what you're saying, Mr. Saya, do you mean you have no intention of joining us?" After hearing Saya's warning, the bald man who had been boasting about how powerful and strong the so-called god was, sighed and looked at Saya with some difficulty.

"I don't think I ever said I was coming to Ruo, I just said I wanted to chat with you. I didn't say that just because I wanted to chat, I had to agree to it, right?"

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"That's a truly regrettable decision. If we can't become believers who receive the blessings of the gods together, then we can only be enemies, Mr. Saya." The bald man touched the back of his head, where a strange tattoo was emblazoned, his tone filled with regret and anticipation.

"What's there to say? People with different paths cannot work together. I can't pretend I didn't hear what you just said about how anyone who joins your ranks, even if they are weird, can continue to freely harm others."

Sōyū cracked his knuckles and twisted his neck.

This conversation had gone on to such an extent that it had already reached its limit, but unfortunately, there was no way to dig deeper and get anything else useful out of it. He had originally wanted to see if they could take him to the headquarters of the Church of Truth.

"That's natural. Whether human or supernatural, as long as they are believers in the gods, they won't harm each other. As for those other guys who don't believe in the gods, how can they be called the same kind?" Not feeling that he had said anything wrong, the bald man looked at Sōyū with a hint of killing intent in his eyes.

"Compared to you two-faced heretics, we who would never harm one another should be the masters of this world. Those who do not believe in God have no right to live in this world."

They coldly observed him. Since the conversation had stalled and they knew he wouldn't cooperate with the church, there was no reason to negotiate further. For them, eliminating heretics who couldn't be allies became their only remaining task. The hooded men who had sealed off the abandoned building pulled down their hoods, revealing uniformly bald heads.

After they let out a howl like wolves, gray-black hair quickly grew out of their originally shiny heads.

Their mouths bulged outwards, fangs spewing from their dripping, disgusting saliva, and scarlet tongues lolling out. Just moments before they had resembled humans, but now they were completely transformed into wolf heads. Their already robust bodies were swollen with bulging muscles, and thick, foul-smelling body hair covered their flesh.

"Hey, werewolves, it's not even a full moon yet. If you're transforming so early, I think you'd be more like dogs."

Upon confirming that the other party all had bizarre identities, Sawa became even happier. These were monsters delivered to him; he would be happy with just a few things they gave him.

Compared to the Hell Correspondence, which was a complete loss with nothing to show for it, Saya definitely preferred dealing with these oddities. And since these oddities still existed within the Church of Truth, he felt even more obligated to concern himself with matters concerning Kaguya. Saya wielded both diamond swords. He didn't know if these guys were vulnerable to the Undead Slayer's special attack, so he'd take both Sharpness and Undead Slayer, using whichever was more convenient.

Meanwhile, just to be on the safe side, Sōyū's virtual hand wasn't idle either. Unseen by anyone, that arm tightly gripped a pink hammer, ready to strike any lucky person on the head at any moment. The physical seal being broken—just thinking about it was a beautiful sight. Several werewolves, now transformed, glanced warily at the diamond sword in Sōyū's hand. Just looking at the strange luster it gleamed made it clear that this was definitely not some pretty toy. Using both hands and feet, they leaped up from the ground and onto the wall, circling around Sōyū's position.

When wolves want to hunt their prey, they will wait until the prey shows a weakness before making their move.

Unfortunately, Sawa, as the prey, had no sense of self-awareness whatsoever. In fact, from their perspective, this guy might be full of flaws.

"I'm telling you, I don't have time to play this multi-person duel with you guys. There are so many of you, if you don't make a move soon, don't blame me for making the first move."

Zuoyou shook his head. These guys looked pretty intimidating, but in terms of performance, they were only two to three times stronger than ordinary people. He estimated that they might not even be as good as zombies in the Minecraft world, let alone fight him.

As expected, even Qingying's followers only had so much; the loot wouldn't be anything of great value. This kind of strange creature, clearly acquired later in life, seemed rather unreliable; it was better than nothing. Focusing his hopes on the bald man who hadn't transformed with them and the resurrected maid, Zuoyou abandoned his fight with the werewolves and charged towards the two on Ruo's side. He wasn't even wearing W's armor; such a good opportunity couldn't be wasted. Whether he deliberately revealed a weakness or was genuinely arrogant enough to think this would solve everything, the current situation left them no time to ponder these questions.

They had no intention of using firearms. In the midst of the bizarre battles, ordinary light firearms were practically toys, and even with their capabilities, it would be quite difficult to bring heavy firearms to Tokyo.

Therefore, claws and fangs became the most convenient weapons, and even a fist could kill directly through the chest if the strength was great enough. Several werewolves transformed into black shadows and attacked Zuoyou from behind, but they didn't see the smile on his lips.

"Too naive, no, perhaps it's that they were too confident in their speed."

Zuo You mentally scoffed at these pitiful werewolves, then his eyes sharpened and he became serious. His already almost invisible speed increased even more, and he became a blur, appearing behind the werewolves almost instantly.

The roles of hunter and prey have reversed; the werewolves who were originally meant to hunt Sōyu have now become Sōyu's target.

Goodbye everyone. I hope to be a good human being in my next life. Maybe then I can let you go.

Two streaks of light flashed from the two diamond swords in his hands, slicing the werewolves in half at the waist. Black blood splattered out, like a blood-red rain falling in the abandoned building. Holding his sword in one hand, pointing the tip at the two men, Zuo You tilted his head.

"You didn't just prepare a few weaklings, did you? At least give me a surprise, right? Or are you really here to persuade me to surrender, without any intention of fighting me?" The maid was surrounded by a strange aura that only the dead possessed, which made Sōyō somewhat uncomfortable. It felt quite similar to the zombies he had encountered in the Minecraft world.

To be honest, what was on her body was even more disgusting to Saya.

A twisted, malicious aura made Saya frown, and the bald man was even more of a threat. Just from the tattoos on his head, it was clear he was no easy opponent. And that proved to be true.

Unmoved by the death of his comrades, as if their deaths were inevitable, the bald man slowly raised his head and looked at Saya's face.

"You are indeed as formidable as the intelligence reports. No wonder you were able to defeat the Lord of the Western Lands. It's just a pity that you won't become one of us."

With a sigh, the tattoos on the man's head emitted an eerie glow. The blood on the ground flowed towards him. The corpse rapidly decomposed, turning into bones that merged with his body.

Flesh and bone were stitched together by blood, and the once somewhat thin middle-aged man had suddenly grown into a giant nearly three meters tall, only his bald head remaining unchanged. The tattoo seemed to come alive.

"You seem quite confident in your strength and speed, don't you?" WH's massive body displayed speed far exceeding what one would expect from someone his size. The giant of flesh and blood, accompanied by a foul stench, pressed himself against Zuoyou. His fist swung towards Zuoyou's head, and the bald man spoke to him with a sinister smile. "So fast!"

Saya wanted to say that to Ruo, but in reality, it wasn't really to the point where he would exclaim in surprise.

However, this speed, which is twice as fast as those werewolves, is indeed the top level that Zuoyou has seen in this world.

No wonder the opponent attacked with such confidence. If Sōyu only displayed the speed he had just shown, this attack could indeed have decided the outcome.

However, it is not true that someone with the strength of 100 needs to use all their strength in battle every day.

Take Saku for example. All the guys he fought before were teleportation machines. Even if you were faster than them, that was about it.

Now, however, he wouldn't mind showing this guy what true power and speed combined are all about.

Chapter 162 A-level Strength and Speed, and Magical Ability

The fist that was about to strike Saya's head was covered with spikes made of broken bone. If Saya were to be hit by that punch, he himself could not predict what would happen to him since he was not protected by any equipment.

However, Saya himself had no intention of letting that thing hit him. Almost in the blink of an eye, he equipped himself with a full set of diamond armor, took a step back, and then punched out with his fist covered in diamond scales, colliding with the fist of the flesh giant.

"What!" The bald man, whose face had been expressionless, finally showed surprise as he felt a powerful force surge from the fist that had collided with Saya's. The shockwave even created a sonic boom, causing the maid's clothes to flutter. And after the dust that had settled, covering the two men from the impact of the punches in the abandoned building, they saw a completely relaxed Saya.

"I'll answer your question now. Yes, I am very confident in my speed and strength. Now it's your turn. Do you have the confidence to fight me?"

Looking at the flesh giant's right arm, which was already beginning to crumble from exchanging punches with him, Saya felt a little amused. Surely no one thinks that being several times stronger than a typical monster gives them the right to challenge the cube-shaped man?

"Help!" Ignoring Saya's sarcastic reply, the bald man simply yelled at the maid who was still watching the show, then raised his hand and threw a punch at Saya again.

Meanwhile, the maid finally made her move. Taking advantage of the moment when Wakasaya was restrained, she cut her wrist, and dark red blood flowed from her wound, soon gathering on the ground to form a strange magic circle.

"Sleeping spirits in the Sanzu River, heed my call, return from hell, and annihilate the creatures before you!" A blood-stained hand pointed at Saya, and the magic circle beneath his feet emitted bursts of red light. Countless bizarrely shaped undead crawled out of the magic circle and roared as they charged toward Saya.

"Tsk, so it's a necromancer-type lich. I knew something was off; turns out it's this kind of thing." - wihl

Easily catching the ridiculously large fist of the flesh giant before him, Sōyū retaliated with a punch of his own. His arms, which were actually quite muscular, could only be described as slender in the face of this flesh giant. Yet, the bald man did not dare to underestimate the fist that was swinging at him.

The bald man, his body tense, trying to dodge the punch, was horrified to find that Sōyū's fist was like a venomous snake that had been poised to strike, hitting his body the instant it came, leaving him no time to react.

The body, made of flesh and blood, rapidly disintegrated around the point where Saya's head touched it. With Saya's second burst of strength, the bald man's massive, mountain-like body was sent flying backward, creating a large crater in the ground before finally coming to a stop.

It was just one punch. The once majestic flesh giant was completely knocked to the ground, and half of his body was even torn apart by Saya's attack.

"I knew I should have used a sword; fists are just too lethal." whl

Looking down at his fist, Sawa sighed. He knew that his fist seemed to be more powerful than his diamond swords in this world.

Therefore, Saya himself had no idea how much power this martial arts master could currently unleash. Just as he was about to finish off the bald man and render him completely unconscious, the summoned vengeful spirits swarmed around him, like a sea of ​​monsters trying to engulf him.

"Troublesome." Not only did he not get any loot, but he didn't even get a few points of experience points.

Zuoyou gradually understood why necromancers and similar characters were so annoying in previous games. These summoners might not be good at anything else, but they were masters at being annoying.

However, the old Saku would have had a real headache, since back then he didn't have many area-of-effect attacks besides TNT. But now, times have changed. With the support of magical craftsmanship, Saku is least worried about being surrounded by a bunch of rabble.

Having selected the options for attack and summoning magic, Saku placed the hilt-shaped stone sword into the newly created magic circle. Using this as the main element, Saku added a flint and steel to enhance its fire properties.

Finally, after maximizing the casting range, Zuoyou held the constructed spell in his hand.

"To deal with hordes of mobs, you really need a large-scale area-of-effect attack." With a touch of chuunibyou, Saku struck a sword-drawing pose and poured all his magic power into the magic circle in his hand.

A silvery light curtain rose behind him, from which countless small magic circles appeared. From these shimmering, magical circles, burning stone swords shot out, forming a rain of swords that flew towards the horde of vengeful spirits attacking from above.

The stone longsword easily tore the bodies of the vengeful spirits apart, and the flames burned their shredded corpses to ashes. In an instant, the sea of ​​vengeful spirits quickly receded, and even those vengeful spirits that had just crawled out of the magic circle pulled out by the maid struggled to crawl back after seeing the situation clearly.

"Damn it! I can't hold on any longer!" The traitorous maid shouted in panic as she looked at the bald man whose body was recovering from its injuries, leaning against the bodies of the vengeful spirits.

She had no idea they were facing such a terrifying creature. Not only was its physical strength frightening, but it also possessed magic! And this bizarre magic was completely unheard of to her. Was that why the young lady treated him like an honored guest?

"Then let's retreat. We must report this guy's situation to the bishop. The information he mentioned to the Western Lands has become stronger to some extent." The bald man clutched his wound. This was completely different from the information they received from the Western Lands. The information he described about Zuo You's ability to control fire only covered an area of ​​about 10 square meters. But this rain of swords covering the sky was nothing like what he described. They had even deliberately chosen an abandoned building, thinking it would be far from flammable materials and free of the weeds that the Western Lands had mentioned growing automatically.

The result was that Sasuke unleashed an even bigger skill in return; wasn't this clearly a trap to sabotage them?

"Oh dear, I don't really agree with that suggestion. You invited me here, after all, and if you just want to leave without a word, that's a bit disrespectful to me." Sōyū, emerging from the rain of swords, slashed the vengeful spirit that was still trying to attack him into pieces. He then smiled brightly at the two who had lost their former composure.

"Trying to run away? Not so easy." The fishhook emerged from Saya's arm, hooking the body of the maid who had given up summoning the vengeful spirit, pulling her out of the teleportation spell that had been set up. Saya grinned as the fishhook pulled up to her side.

"Let her go!" Just when Sawa thought these cultists were actually so kind and righteous, he saw that what was swinging at him like a fist was nothing more than a mangled corpse made of flesh and blood.

Seeing the bald man who had quietly slipped to the door at some point, Zuoyou rolled his eyes. He had almost thought the two of them were going to have some kind of epic love story.

With a simple punch, he shattered the wreckage charging towards him into pieces. Saya's diamond sword transformed into a streak of blue light, shooting straight towards the direction the bald man had fled.

After a dull thud of flesh hitting the wall, Sōyū turned the struggling maid toward the man whose diamond sword he had thrown was pinned to the wall.

"Weren't you all so arrogant just now? How come you're so pathetic now? Where is that god you boasted about? Has he already given up on you?"

After Saya pulled out the diamond sword that had pinned the man to the wall, he tossed the two men together and spoke to them in an extremely mocking tone.

These are two big fish. Compared to those guys who knew nothing before, we can definitely get a lot out of these two.

"I forgot to tell you, I am now a member of the Church of Axis in name only. In my eyes, your monstrous church is the real heretic."