Infinite Anime Transformed into Sky Striker

Almost as soon as they came into contact, the blood of these people splattered all over the room.

There are a lot of people and a lot of bleeding, but it doesn’t matter, they won’t die easily.

The pressure and magic gradually increased in strength, and soon the room was filled with the sound of bones being crushed.

It wasn't like everyone's bones were crushed in an instant.

Instead, it starts from the end of the bone and grinds upwards little by little like a millstone.

"How is it? Do your screams sound equally beautiful to your ears?"

"......"

All that answered Ling Yi were various screams, without any meaningful answers.

"Tsk, you can't hear it now."

Lingyi curled her lips, but didn't mean to stop to listen to their answer.

——The girl ignored him and just continued to inflict pain and torture.

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ps: Based on everyone's feedback, I also realized that the pace of writing like this is a bit too slow, so I plan to adjust the pace and speed up the progress. For the time being, there are only emotional scenes left in Academy of the Apocalypse.

The original plan was that after Rei dealt with the pests, he would spend two days with Busujima Saeko and others to cultivate their relationship and stimulate Patch. However, the pace would be a bit slow, so these plots will be skipped and pushed to the back, and we will go directly to the next world, "Akame Kill".

108. When you wake up, you will find that everything has changed - for the better.

The torture process will eventually come to an end. Even though Lingyi has been trying very hard to treat these people, he has also been trying very hard to control the intensity, ensuring that while torturing them, he tries not to let them die too quickly.

But these people still can't do it.

I tried so hard, why did you still die!

The means of maintaining life are nothing compared to the torture she inflicts.

Ten minutes later, these people became dying one after another.

Lingyi had no choice but to throw the karma fire away.

Seeing the dying people screaming again in the flames, Lingyi was not very satisfied.

"What a pity, I don't have something like the Ten Thousand Souls Banner."

Theoretically, when being burned by karmic fire, the subjective feeling will be prolonged. That is to say, it may seem like you are burned to ashes very quickly to outsiders, but you will actually feel that a long time has passed.

But Lingyi felt that this was not enough. She thought it would be better to put the soul into the Ten Thousand Souls Banner or banish it to hell, where it would suffer torture for hundreds or thousands of years.

It's not that she's too extreme, how extreme is she? It's always been like this, okay? Don't say anything nonsense.

Whether it is Taoism or Buddhism, these two major religions and mainstream thoughts throughout history have always advocated that the wicked will go to hell and be tortured after death.

This is passed down from our ancestors.

And... these anthropomorphic things are really disgusting.

If she hadn't shown up in time, one of the three girls would have had her legs broken, one would have had her eyes gouged out, and one would have been raped by a beast. This wasn't the end of it, as more torture was waiting for them.

Is this something a human being can do?

When everyone present turned to ashes, leaving only Lingyi, Patchouli, and three innocent girls, Lingyi let out a sigh of relief.

She became more and more determined to obtain the power of the Ten Thousand Souls Banner or Hell.

At the same time, Lingyi slowly turned around and her eyes fell on the three girls who were still tied up with thick ropes.

Her emerald green eyes lost their earlier coldness, gradually filling with a gentle shimmer, and her voice softened as she asked, "Are you all... okay? Are you all safe?"

"babble--!"

The girls' reaction was horror. Their three frail bodies trembled violently at the same time. They were unaware of the ropes digging deep into their skin as they struggled violently.

They shook their heads desperately, their pupils shrank into needle points, their eyes filled with deeper fear than when they faced those thugs, as if Lingyi was not their savior, but a demon crawling out of hell.

If the ropes hadn't tied them to the chairs, they would have hugged each other or run away.

This fear is not difficult to understand - Lingyi's methods are indeed too horrifying.

The entire room had turned into a sea of ​​blood.

The walls, ceilings, cracks and corners were all stained with scarlet, as if someone had wantonly splashed endless blood everywhere.

The blood splattered on the wall was still flowing down, the chandelier on the ceiling was hung with pieces of meat, and the remnants of the suit floated in the blood pool like petals.

Those men who were once so invincible are now reduced to nothing but broken limbs and pieces of flesh, scattered everywhere in the most brutal manner. The air is filled with a strong iron smell that has reached the level of stench.

The blood even splashed onto the girls' faces and bodies, and the wet and cold touch made them tremble even more violently.

Lingyi didn't show any anger.

She was not offended by the girls' fear, but instead showed deep sympathy in her emerald eyes.

She walked slowly forward, her slender fingers touched the rope lightly, and the tough knot broke.

She squatted down, not minding the girls' electric shock-like avoidance at all. She just sighed softly and took the three trembling little ones into her arms, as if she were protecting fragile porcelain.

"Don't be afraid..." Lingyi's chin rested lightly on the youngest girl's head. The faint scent of flowers dispelled the fishy smell of blood. "Sister only kills bad guys."

"So it's okay, it's okay..." Her voice was as gentle as a spring breeze, carrying a soothing power. "The bad guys have been dealt with by my sister. From now on, only the pests will be eliminated, and you are innocent and will never be harmed."

The girls' bodies were still stiff with fear, but Lingyi's warm embrace was like an invisible barrier that isolated them from the blood and despair of the outside world.

Gradually, their trembling subsided, but tears slid down silently, leaving a small wet mark on Lingyi's shoulder.

The crying gradually became louder and louder, as if she was back in her mother's arms, and she couldn't help but want to vent all the emotions in her heart.

They were sold to the imperial capital from the countryside. This was arranged by their parents and they agreed to it.

Because they thought they were just going to be servants for noble masters, and all they had to do was handle housework and cleaning.

But they were too naive, and their parents were too naive. They had no idea how ugly the darkness of the imperial capital and the people above them was.

Soon, the three little ones were tired of crying. The ups and downs they had experienced that day made them physically and mentally exhausted.

"Go to sleep. When you wake up, you will find that everything has changed. The world will become beautiful again, and the ugly things will be gone forever..."

.........

"......"

Lingyi stood on the clock tower and looked down at the city below.

His brows were furrowed in a frown that he couldn't help but keep.

“Ugly… so ugly…”

In her perception of "Evil is Killed" and "Karma Fire", this city can be said to be a petri dish of "evil", with thick black fog emanating everywhere.

The concentration even exceeds the apocalypse of Black Bullet World and Highschool of the Dead.

That was the ultimate distortion that was formed when malice continued to brew and accumulate here.

However, Lingyi tried his best to resist the urge to kill.

She had to figure out what was going on, where this place was, and why she was here.

Patchouli, who was brought here with her, was waiting for the answer, but she herself was actually confused.

"You said you heard a call similar to that of a believer?"

"Yeah, I heard the cries of the victims, which sounded like the believers' prayers to me. So I wanted to respond to them, and then I came here in the blink of an eye."

"Were those three girls calling you?"

"Um......"

Lingyi recalled the feeling just now and shook her head.

"Not really. Not only do they not know me at all, but in my perception, I don't have any connection with them either. Besides them, I don't feel that anyone else has established a connection with me."

"That's very strange. We were clearly summoned, but no one was summoned. And this place... must be a place we've never been to. It might be a completely different and unfamiliar world."

Patchouli frowned and analyzed, "But after all, you're not a god yet. There's no way your name and beliefs could spread to other worlds so quickly."

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ps: I’m adding pictures of the three girls to avoid anyone missing them.

This part of the plot is really impressive to me, and it is totally unnecessary. It is just the author's bad taste.

109. Reason for being summoned

At night, the city is brightly lit and bustling.

Lingyi and Patchouli stood side by side on the clock tower, and the air was filled with a foul odor.

That was the stench of human evil, which not only Lingyi could smell, but even Patchouli could feel it.

The huge and intense evil is no longer just an illusory thing; it has become a substance from a spiritual perspective.

To put it another way - people who stay here will easily be affected by this malice, their luck will become bad, their mood will easily become depressed or violent, and even their personality will change under long-term influence.

Patchouli had put on her glasses without realizing it. She pushed up the frames of her glasses, looking scholarly. A glint of inquiry flashed in her purple eyes. "Try and see if you can mobilize the power of faith you sense."

Ling Yi shook her head slightly, a hint of confusion in her emerald eyes: "It's useless, I've already tried it."

As she spoke, she spread out her palms, and a few faint golden mists lingered on her fingertips, but they could not condense into shape.

"These powers of faith are very strange. They gather around me on their own initiative, but I am completely unable to control them, just like..."

She couldn't absorb it even with the small statue, but the power of faith did find her.

"It's like they've recognized me, but... they haven't fully acknowledged me yet."

Patchouli glared at her through her glasses, then finally sighed in frustration, her tone tinged with reproach. "So, even though you were there in person, you still had no idea what was happening?"

If that was the case, then Lingyi had no idea about it before responding to the call.

She paused, and raised her voice slightly: "You, could you be a little more cautious next time?"

"Sorry, sorry..." Lingyi clasped her hands together, a rare look of embarrassment on her face, like a primary school student being scolded by a teacher, "I was indeed a bit reckless."

She lowered her head to reflect, recalling the sudden call - those shrill cries that came from an unknown distance, those desperate cries that were like souls being torn apart, still echoed in her mind.

"I really shouldn't have been so careless..." Ling Yi's emerald eyes flashed with a trace of self-blame, "Especially for involving you."

Patchouli narrowed her eyes slightly upon hearing this, with a hint of dissatisfaction in her tone: "Oh? From what you said, if it happened again, you would still respond to those calls?"

Ling Yi was stunned for a moment, then revealed a helpless smile: "...Probably."

She looked up at the city below, her voice low but sincere, "Those wails are so heartbreaking, I can't pretend I didn't hear them."

If she had the chance to do it again, she would still hold the hand reaching out to the unknown for help.

"But..." She turned to look at Patchouli, her eyes more serious, "I won't easily involve you next time."

Patchouli snorted lightly, but the corners of her mouth unconsciously rose slightly, and a softness flashed in her purple eyes: "You still have some conscience."

She waved her hand and summoned a floating magic book, the pages of which turned automatically, emitting a faint runic glow.

"However, since you're already here, don't waste time. Help me study these powers of faith. We need to figure out what they're trying to do."

"No, that's not necessary."

Lingyi didn't want to waste time on this.

The countless bad guys in front of her were waving at her in a glamorous manner - Sister, come on~ Come and kill~

How could she endure this?

"And I know something about the purpose of these powers of faith and those calls."

"That is the voice of all people, the prayers of the victims. They are asking for help, begging, accusing, expressing hatred, sadness, helplessness and anger. They are longing for and yearning for beauty."

Simply put, those calls were asking her to come and kill pests.

"Is this so..."

Patchouli seemed to be thinking about what she heard.

If that was the case, then she might have some guesses.