A faint scent of roses filled the air.
The Left Guardian's back was soaked with cold sweat.
"Why aren't you going back to your hideout?"
Linto's voice came from behind the Left Guardian.
He stood stiffly, feeling as if behind him was a bottomless pit, a monster with its mouth open wide, a horrifying, evil, and burning presence quietly approaching from behind.
The Left Guardian lost the courage to even turn around, with only one thought in his mind:
"This is Linto!"
"This is invincibility!"
"But... how did he find us?"
Since Linto gained the ability to sense the "breath" of the world, ordinary disguises were useless against him, even though Linto had never seen the Left and Right Guardians before.
But the life energy given off by adults and children is different.
Linto noticed something was wrong the moment the Left and Right Guardians got close.
The reason he didn't immediately use White Snake to pull out their memories was because he was worried there might be other spies from the cult in the shadows. If he acted, he might scare away the snake and the cult leader might run.
That's why he let them take the blood and followed them from afar.
"...You're more careful than I thought," Linto said.
The Left Guardian bit his tongue, using the pain to force himself out of his fear, and pulled out a short knife from his waist.
On the other side, the Right Guardian, having recovered, also took out a needle about the length of his forearm.
Both of them raised their weapons and stabbed them into their own chests at the same time.
Shush, shush, shush!
Three knives went in, creating six holes in their chest and back.
They smeared the blood on their faces, and wisps of bloody mist rose, seemingly connecting their consciousness to some being, and a huge power descended from nowhere.
The small bodies disguised as children swelled up like balloons, instantly becoming two meters tall.
Their muscles bulged, gleaming with a metallic light.
The Left and Right Guardians blocked Linto's escape route, each swinging a fist down at Linto!
The Right Guardian roared, "Linto! Others may fear you, but we won't be afraid! You are just after all..."
Bang!
The Right Guardian's chest disappeared, leaving a horrifying hole.
He looked down, then looked at Star Platinum floating in front of him, looking down coldly, and suddenly showed a crazy smile.
Pain and death had brought him even greater power!
The Right Guardian opened his arms and grabbed Star Platinum, shouting to his companion:
"Now! I'll hold the evil spirit, you go kill Linto's real body!"
The Left Guardian's eyes were bloodshot. They were brothers who had grown up together since childhood. The thought that they were about to be separated forever was, to a Jashin Cult believer...
like his brother driving a nice car, moving to a big house in the city.
The Left Guardian's huge fist appeared with wisps of strange black light. This was the power practiced by the Jashin Cult.
The Left Guardian roared, tears streaming from his eyes, "Old Right! Even if you die happily, never forget your brother!"
An extremely fierce punch slammed down at Linto.
Linto looked at the falling fist, a slight hesitation on his face.
These crazy cult members who enjoyed killing should be killed as quickly as possible, but...killing them, he was afraid they would enjoy it.
The Left Guardian's punch was fierce and vicious, but Linto's response was simple.
He didn't activate time stop, nor did he urgently call Star Platinum back.
Linto simply made a fist, took a half step, didn't even put power into it, and threw a punch.
Boom—
The two fists collided in the air, making a sharp burst sound.
The Right Guardian who was being held by Star Platinum by the neck like a chick, had a happy look on his face.
A pause of a fraction of a second.
Riiiip!
The Left Guardian's clothes suddenly burst open, and along with them, every piece of skin and flesh on his body exploded.
The right arm that clashed with Linto's fist became unnaturally shrunken.
Fresh blood and powdery flesh and bone powder fell with soft sounds along the cracks in the skin.
He was going to die.
But the Left and Right Guardians were laughing crazily.
The Left Guardian coughed up blood:
"You took a punch from me, and you killed me. You've been marked by the power of the evil god. Linto, congratulations, let's go to our deaths together!"
A few black dots appeared on Linto's fist and were quickly spreading along his skin. As they spread, his life force was being taken away by an invisible power.
"This is the evil god..."
Linto clenched his fist.
"I think I understand."
Thud.
His right fist, like a drink popping out of a vending machine, automatically detached from his body and fell to the ground.
Before long, it was completely covered by the evil god's black spots, its life force completely gone, and it became a pile of black ash.
The Left Guardian looked at the black ash on the ground, then looked up at Linto's rapidly regenerating hand, his eyes gradually becoming blank, and finally—
He stopped thinking.
Creak!
The warehouse door opened, and Kakashi and Tsunade rushed in.
After getting rid of the Saintess, they knew from Akatsuki that the medium for the cultists to use their spells was "blood," and fearing that Linto might accidentally be hit, the two came to find Linto.
Later, they found the secret coded message left by Linto in the market and followed it all the way here.
As soon as they came in, they heard snapping sounds.
"Hey, hey! Bro, wake up, don't die!"
White Snake appeared, slapping the Left Guardian's face, and finally, before he died, pulled out two discs.
It took the memory disc, just glanced at it, and its face became very ugly.
"What's wrong?" Linto asked.
White Snake closed his eyes, pinched the disc between his fingers, and handed the Left Guardian's disc to Linto as if it were a used tissue:
"I've seen many evil people, but these people... their evil is beyond the limit of what a human can commit."
Linto took the memory disc.
Kakashi and Tsunade came over to watch together.
The most basic teaching of the so-called Jashin Cult is only one:
"The physical body is empty, death is returning home."
They regard death as a gift from the gods, believing that as long as they die, they can escape the real world and receive the embrace of the evil god.
Logically speaking, this doctrine is most suitable for war-torn areas, to preach to those who can no longer live, which is the most convenient, and it won't be long before there will be a group of fanatics.
But the White-Hair Leader chose the Land of Hot Water.
Because the people here live the most "painful" lives.
Peaceful, quiet, enjoying life... The people of the Land of Hot Water need saving so much. The White-Hair Leader wants to save them from the hell of life.
For this, if he doesn't go to hell, who will?
"...Once deceived, once their minds are twisted, believing that death is the greatest joy in the world."
Linto closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
"Believers will kill family members, relatives, friends, and neighbors who do not want to believe in the evil god, with the mentality of 'for your own good.'"
Mothers drowning their babies.
Husbands killing their wives.
Too many disgusting tragedies.
But what's "disgusting" is not the bloodshed, but the self-sacrifice and happy expressions on the faces of the killers when they witness the deaths of their relatives and friends.
"Sorry for showing you this."
Linto blocked Tsunade's view: "I remember Shizune saying you have hemophobia?"
"Yes, hemophobia."
Tsunade said with a cold face, "A disease where the only fear is not being able to beat these cult members until they vomit blood."
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