Infinite Anime Transformed into Sky Striker

Then the tone took a sharp turn for the worse, turning into a biting chill like winter.

"And those maggots hiding among the people—"

"Anyone who harbors malice and harms others will pay with their heads! A tribute to the civilization you have tarnished!"

Dozens of flaming swords suddenly appeared in the sky, neatly arranged into a circle of heavenly punishment, covering the entire city.

Then the massacre began.

The red flames passed through the bustling streets, and countless heads flew up.

The flames burned the wound in an instant. People could not see any blood, but only saw headless corpses falling down and heads flying up and then falling down.

There was no point in hiding in a building—when her figure passed outside the building, flames would pour into the room through the windows and door panels, burning the pest's body to ashes, leaving behind a charred head.

Lingyi's murderous intent wasn't just directed at the pests that persecuted the Cursed Child.

The cursed son is innocent and human, and everyone else is of course also human and innocent before they make mistakes.

Those who persecute the cursed are pests, and those who persecute others are also pests!

It is a crime to harm children with malicious intent, but it is not a crime to harm other people?

From now on, everyone must undergo a sin judgment here with Lingyi.

Once it passes, you will be safe.

If you fail, you will be beheaded.

Screams of terror echoed across the city.

But it doesn’t matter, fear is the best medicine for restraint.

——If it were a normal situation, Lingyi would consider being more gentle so as not to scare everyone.

But in times of chaos, severe punishments should be used.

Moreover, time is tight and the task is heavy.

She will try her best to take all aspects into consideration, but she will not hesitate if she cannot.

After all, there are always flaws in everything, but should we stop moving forward because of this?

Nothing is perfect the moment it appears.

If you don't do something because you can't do it perfectly, then nothing will improve or change.

And Lingyi is not a perfectionist.

.......

P.S. I can't find any pictures of Sky Striker, so I'll just have to make do with this...

57. The Evil Demon That Shrouds Heaven and Earth

Above the city, magical projections spread out like a curtain, casting a shocking cleansing on the entire city.

That was a magic spell that Lingyi specially asked Patchouli to create. It would project the image around her so that everyone in the city could see it.

Live broadcast, broadcast a massacre for everyone to see!

"No...this is impossible!"

A gangster slumped in a custom leather seat.

As he watched the projection of his casino being slaughtered, his treasured cigar slipped from his fingers.

On the surveillance screen, his subordinates who had committed many evil things turned into headless corpses one after another.

The demon who once threw the poor to the gastrula for fun was now so scared that he wet his pants.

Before today, he had never thought that such a thing would happen, that he would end up like the untouchables he once was.

"Please! I'll give you all my money! I still have so many secrets to…"

The knife flashed, and his head rolled to the ground with a terrified expression. Blood splattered on the leather seat and mixed with the expensive red wine.

In the luxurious mansion, the noblewoman who had tortured the cursed child for fun was frantically banging on the locked door.

Her carefully manicured manicure broke on the door, and blood was dripping, but she didn't care because she was surrounded by the bodies of bodyguards.

And the next one is her.

"I didn't do it voluntarily! They forced me to do it! They forced me to do it! They were the ones who said those bastards deserved it..."

She cried hysterically, her delicate makeup blurred into a mess, and then she froze in place.

In the parliament hall, a politician reflexively put on a professional fake smile: "Please let's have a good talk..."

Before he could finish his words, his head rolled on the carpet.

"Wait! We're willing to make a public apology! Announce your achievements to the world!"

Another head rolled down.

The blade did not pause for even a second because of any words.

"Are you crazy? Are you going to make an enemy of all humanity?!"

roared the politician's companion.

"You are quite good at talking, so please say a few more words."

The man's limbs were severed and he slowly died in unimaginable pain.

"..."

"How dare you...I am a noble...I am of a noble upper caste, and you are doing this for those untouchables..."

The dying nobleman sat in a pool of blood in a trance, muttering to himself. All around him were broken limbs and arms, which were those of all the people in his family.

"Then let us see if the blood of the upper class is truly nobler than that of the common people."

In the underground Colosseum, the owner Amir is whipping the children who are forced to fight with gastrula.

But because of the voice announcing the purge, everyone present fell into confusion and chaos.

He stopped swinging the whip and looked around in confusion.

Who is speaking? What happened?

But after waiting for a while, nothing seemed to happen, so Amir decided to continue whipping the cursed child, letting the screams of the cursed child bring the scene back on track.

But at this time, a woman's scream was heard from the stands. Amir turned around and was immediately terrified. In his eyes, dozens of heads flew up together.

That amount even formed a piece!

"This time, I won't use fire, so you can enjoy more blood and violence."

Lingyi tilted her head and admired the ugly appearance of the pests.

"How is it? Are you happy?"

"......"

In the city's prison, the warden who once electrocuted the Cursed Child for fun was hiding in his office in fear.

There were screams coming from outside. He didn't dare to open his eyes to look, nor did he dare to try to resist. He could only pray continuously.

It was not until he heard the sound of the iron door being cut open that he looked up and saw the evil ghost covered in blood.

The man collapsed to the ground and sobbed.

"Please... I was just following orders..."

The wine glass on the table was knocked over, and the fragments clearly reflected his distorted face, and in panic, they also pierced the old wound on his wrist - those were the marks left by the fingernails of the girl he tortured.

"obey orders?"

Lingyi walked in front of the man, blood dripping all the way from his body.

"Those who have no ill intentions and are simply following orders will not be liquidated by me."

Immediately afterwards, a wonderful show was performed in the richest man’s sky garden.

The man who once shot others as prey was now beating the bodyguard with a golf club. He was in a state of panic and wanted only to grab a helicopter to escape.

But no sooner had the propeller started than the anchor yanked him down.

"I donated a billion to rebuild schools!"

The man who fell heavily from the helicopter had no time to scream. He cried and begged for mercy as fast as he could, just like those ordinary people who had died at his hands.

“I’m a philanthropist!”

"philanthropist?"

Rei suddenly appeared before him, his son's blood still dripping from the blade.

In her place, no one, regardless of gender, age or status, has immunity and will be purged if they make a mistake.

——Although he was just a child under fifteen years old, the evil he exuded was even greater than that of most people.

"Okay, I'll be kind to you."

With a light slash of the flash knife, blood spurted out of the man's abdomen, and his internal organs immediately flowed out.

"Now, pull out your intestines and write your own epitaph. This is a privilege no one else has."

In the underground meeting room, the wall suddenly exploded, and fragments pierced into every member of parliament.

As they cried and crawled towards the exit, they saw Lingyi's combat boots stopped in front of them.

"You seem quite skilled with pens. Then use the pens you carry with you to pierce your own eyes. I will decide how quickly you will die."

........

The sky above the entire city was torn apart by wailing.

The priests who had thrown corpses by the river, the monks who had molested young girls in the temple, and the hypocrites who had tortured and killed the cursed children in the basement were all trembling under the gaze of the heavenly fire.

They wet their beds, they cried, they poked their own eyeballs with diamond-studded pens, just to beg death for one more second of breathing.

The slaughter continued into the night—

“Oh my god…”

Inside the temple, the smoke of incense could not conceal the pervasive fear.

The frightened citizens packed the hall, and cries of wailing and repentant prayers rose and fell, interweaving into a chorus of despair.

Some people cried and wailed, some stuffed diamond necklaces into donation boxes, and some wealthy people even paid others to die for them.

The monks gathered around the huge statue, chanting scriptures in trembling voices, trying to use the sacred Sanskrit sounds to fight against the evil demon that enveloped the heaven and earth.

58. Even the Buddhas closed their eyes – because they were so satisfied!

The temple gate burst open, and a fishy wind carrying the smell of burnt death swept in.

The shrill screams tore through the sound of Buddhist scriptures and suddenly exploded in the magnificent temple!

Then, blood fell like rain, dyeing the sandalwood incense table, silk prayer flags, and the solemn and dignified statues red.

Beneath the golden lotus seat, blood flowed like a river, reflecting the statue's drooping eyelids, as if it could not bear to look directly at the sin and collapse of this world.

After a while, the noise fell silent, with only the flickering flames of incense and candles.

The leading monk trembled and opened his cloudy eyes.

His bloodshot eyes scanned the surroundings—he was the only one left standing in the entire temple, while the others were lying in pieces everywhere.

Blood flowed along the lines of the marble floor, gathering into a dark red pool under the candlelight.

His robe was soaked in blood and clung heavily to his withered body.

Even the statue was dyed a glaring red, with blood dripping continuously, as if the statue was crying.

"I...actually survived?"

The monk muttered to himself, his dry voice carrying a hint of luck and trance.

He slowly raised his head and looked at the huge statue.