Chapter 38: Death Possession Blood
Haruko sighed, his gaze sweeping over this group of fanatical lunatics.
"Everyone, I'm just passing by. How about you all just pretend you didn't see me and continue your pursuit..."
"For the Evil God, capture him! Those brats don't matter, we absolutely cannot let this guy get away!"
The lead cultist clearly didn't understand human speech; at his command, over a dozen cultists brandished various weapons and charged forward like starving wolves.
"Ah! So annoying! I knew it..."
Haruko stretched his neck, which made a cracking sound.
"Seriously, I can't even have a peaceful vacation."
Before he could finish speaking, the nearest cultist had already swung his blade.
Haruko dodged to the side, his movement as effortless as avoiding falling raindrops.
He snatched the blade with a backhand, then followed through with a slash—
Squelch!
A cold light flashed, and a wound deep enough to see bone was instantly carved into the cultist's chest, blood spraying out.
"It hurts so good! Ahahahahaha! It hurts! This is the feeling!"
Logically, this should have been a fatal wound, but the cultist didn't fall; instead, he laughed wildly with an expression of pure enjoyment.
The bleeding stopped in the blink of an eye, and the wound began to heal at a visible rate.
"Hehehe... It's useless! We have already received the Evil God's blessing!"
The cultist grinned hideously, completely ignoring the wound on his chest as he attacked even more crazily.
'Damn, are they all like Hidan? Immortality isn't an unsolvable ability, but it's still quite troublesome.'
And looking at how they were throwing their lives away, they didn't seem to care about pain; in fact, they seemed to enjoy it.
The limits of their physical functions had also been lifted, just like opening the first gate of the Eight Gates.
Haruko's gaze became serious.
Since he was dealing with immortal bodies, the best method was—
When the next cultist charged up, Haruko didn't slash his body again, but instead sliced his head off in one stroke.
Roll, roll—
The headless body collapsed, and the rolling head also went silent.
"So that's how it is; it's not true immortality, just tenacious vitality."
"Attack together! He's only one person!"
"For the Evil God!"
The death of their companion did not dampen the morale of the cultists; seven or eight of them pounced at once.
Haruko casually stabbed his blade into the ground and formed hand seals.
"Water Release: Mizuame-no-Hara!"
Viscous liquid sprayed from his mouth, covering the ground in an instant and making it difficult for the cultists to move.
"Wind Release: Vacuum Sword!"
Haruko picked up his blade and unleashed wind blades, precisely severing the necks of two cultists.
The bodies fell to the ground, providing a foothold for the cultists behind, who stepped on their companions' corpses and leaped forward.
Haruko dodged to the side while slashing back—
"Whoa!... That was close, these lunatics."
The opponent didn't evade or defend at all; instead, they charged into the blade and swung their own dagger.
The blade, wrapped in wind, cut the opponent in two. Haruko tried his best to dodge the dagger, but it still grazed his arm.
The wound was shallow and, thanks to the powerful constitution of Shikotsumyaku, had already stopped bleeding and begun to heal.
But a single drop of blood fell to the ground.
A cultist was quick, pouncing over to lick up that drop of blood.
The cultist's skin instantly turned pitch black, and white skeletal patterns emerged.
"Damn! Death Possession Blood!"
As a transmigrator, he certainly knew this move.
Likewise, he also knew the flaw of this move.
"Wind Release: Great Breakthrough!"
A violent gust of wind howled, blowing away the black-skinned guy who was trying to draw a ritual circle, and knocking all the enemies in front of him off balance.
Haruko pulled a shuriken from his ninja tool pouch.
"Fire Release: Phoenix Sage Fire Technique (Crimson Flower)!"
Flames enveloped the shuriken, and with the aid of the Wind Release, it curved through the air, flying toward the black-skinned guy.
Pfft, pfft, pfft! Whoosh—
The shuriken pierced into flesh, the flames erupted, and the black-skinned guy turned into a fireball in the blink of an eye.
"Awoooh roar!"
His body was already immobile, but his tenacious vitality prevented him from dying immediately; he could only lie there, enduring the agonizing torture of being burned alive.
"Still want to play with curses? The startup time is too long, you idiots."
Blood, screams, and flames constantly stimulated his nerves, and his combat instincts gradually took over his rationality.
"You... how do you know our secret ritual?!"
The remaining cultists' expressions changed drastically.
"Hehe, I also know... you're all about to meet your beloved Evil God-sama right now."
His bones made a cracking sound. White bone spurs emerged from under his skin, covering Haruko's entire body and making him look like a sea urchin.
"Dance of the Larch! Now, it won't be so easy to make me bleed."
Immediately after, two bone swords grew from Haruko's palms. Haruko licked the blood that had splattered onto his face, revealing a bloodthirsty smile.
"Are you ready? I'll send you to meet the Evil God right now."
...
The alley quieted down again.
There was only the crackling of flames and the palpable scent of blood.
Haruko deactivated the Dance of the Larch, and the bone spurs retracted into his body.
His rapid heartbeat gradually calmed, the excitement faded, and he let out a soft breath, feeling the scratch on his arm still throbbing with pain.
The wound had long since healed, but his subconscious was still sounding the alarm—Death Possession Blood was just that dangerous an ability.
"If I get careless, I could really end up in trouble..."
Fortunately, it was all over.
Looking at the debris all over the ground, Haruko frowned.
"Ugh... So disgusting. I won't loot them this time; I'll just burn everything."
Just then, rapid footsteps sounded again.
"No way, more of them?... Hmm?"
It was Tayuya returning with a few underlings.
The colorful scene was shocking to the eyes; all of them visibly lost the color in their faces, and one underling even vomited.
"Did... did you do all this?"
Haruko shrugged, looking innocent: "Can't help it, their lives were as tough as cockroaches."
Tayuya opened her mouth but couldn't speak.
She had originally thought these Evil God cultists were terrifying beings; she didn't expect them to be so fragile in front of this guy.
"By the way..." Haruko suddenly remembered something, walked up to Tayuya in a few steps, and looked down at her.
"You led this bunch of lunatics to me; how do you think I should settle this score with you?"
The blood all over his body and the baleful aura from the slaughter, combined with the background of debris, made Haruko seem like an Asura from hell.
Tayuya's legs were trembling, her hair standing on end, and she bit her teeth tightly to keep herself from collapsing.
The few underlings behind her were already paralyzed on the ground from fear, and some had even wet their pants.
"I... I know their stronghold! Those lunatics looted a lot of wealth! I can lead the way! All that stuff belongs to you!"
Tayuya held her breath, waiting for Haruko's reaction.
'Oh, an unexpected bonus.'
Originally, Haruko was just annoyed that this little girl had caused him trouble and wanted to scare her a little. He didn't expect to have a chance to make a windfall.
"You should have said so earlier... Ahem, I mean, cracking down on evil cults is my duty anyway."
The suffocating pressure instantly vanished without a trace, and Haruko revealed a bright smile.
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