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The soul is in fear.
My whole body was gradually stiffening, and I was about to fall into that abyss.
"Diamond Enchantment Circle!"
A chant of Buddhist hymns restored their consciousness and dispelled the stench of blood.
A golden light enveloped everyone.
"Thank you very much, Master Fazhu."
Thanks to Master Fazhu's skillful manipulation, the circle protected them without harming the zombies and demons in the team.
"Wow, carrying a Gatling gun and an RPG, and you're telling me this is a monk? Looks like my knowledge is quite limited. So, master, what brings you here? Let me make it clear beforehand, I—"
"We will not lay down our butcher's knives."
Fazhu stepped forward, looked solemnly at Changyan, and uttered a Buddhist chant.
“Amitabha, benefactor, you have already fallen into demonic possession. Killing is killing, and this humble monk has long since broken the precept against killing, so this humble monk is not qualified to advise you to lay down your butcher’s knife. But, benefactor, you deliberately ravaged these corpses, didn’t you?”
Chang Yan shrugged, looking helpless.
"There was nothing I could do. Master, you have no idea how badly these people beat me before. I almost died. It just so happened that they were fighting amongst themselves, so I had no choice but to vent my anger."
"But I'm very happy right now."
"After all, their screams are quite beautiful!"
Dangerous words slipped out.
So, some people couldn't hold back any longer.
"Enough, Changyan! What are you doing? Why have you become like this?!"
The one who roared at Chang Yan was Itsuka Shido.
At this moment, he had already broken out of the protective range of the Vajra Enchantment Circle and was facing Chang Yan directly, roaring.
The pungent smell of blood, the suffocating murderous aura
Everything was washing over Itsuka Shido's frail body.
Even though he was trembling, he forced himself to look at Chang Yan.
"Tell me, why, why did you become like this! You weren't like this before!"
Looking into his friend's resolute eyes, Chang Yan silently withdrew his murderous aura.
"As the saying goes, you..."
"Itsuka Shido, do you know how dangerous this world is?"
Without waiting for Itsuka Shido's reply, Tsukiko continued speaking on her own.
"When I encountered a ghoul one day and awakened these demonic eyes, I realized just how crazy and dangerous this world is."
"So, I've made up my mind."
The demonic eye has faded, and those black and white pupils are now gleaming with an unknown light.
In Itsuka Shido's eyes, the figure of the old man suddenly became indistinct.
His voice became emphasized.
And that voice contained a kind of power.
"I want to live!"
"Be well in this world—"
"Live!"
Chapter Fifty-Three: I am your tombstone.
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"To survive, I must become stronger! I need power!"
"Because I need the power to kill all those who threaten my life."
The common saying was full of murderous intent and bloodshed, but it seemed quite fitting in this pile of corpses.
speechless
What could he say?
No, he can't.
All living things have the will to survive.
This is instinct.
In other words, a creature without desires simply does not exist.
The will to survive is the most basic desire.
“My lord, your idea is not wrong. But—”
Fazhu tried to say something, but Edward's voice echoed throughout the corridor.
"Stop dawdling, the passage is already open, and the other summoning circle is on the playground."
"Furthermore, Mr. Legre, please explain the situation to Mr. Chang Yan and invite him in. He was able to deal with this large group of heretics, so he must be very powerful. We need his strength. Please consider the bigger picture."
“Yes, Master Edward, I will try my best to persuade him.”
Legre nodded and began to explain the situation to Chang Yan.
"So so, so so."
(I just want to know how many people still know this meme)
"Oh, I see. But I don't recall signing a contract with that High Priest Edward. Are you really that trusting of me?"
Looking at the group of believers dressed like battlefield mercenaries, Chang Yan revealed a half-smile.
Edward's voice echoed once more.
Clearly, he had been keeping a close eye on the situation.
“No need to worry, Mr. Changyan. Because we will all die after those people successfully summon us, I think that reason should be enough for you to take action.”
"As expected of a high priest, your mind is truly full of wisdom. Let's go, great monk, let's finish this quickly and go home, this place makes me feel disgusted."
After praising Edward's resourcefulness, Chang Yan had calmed down and glanced disdainfully at the mutilated corpses.
Who was laughing so happily just now?
Of course, they only dared to say this in their hearts. If they angered this madman, their deaths would be far too gruesome.
"Of course not, please."
Seeing the large hole that had suddenly appeared in the wall next to him, Chang Yan walked straight in without any hesitation, and the others exchanged glances and followed him in.
The sky was still dark.
A pale moon hung high in the sky, and the wind howled like the cries of vengeful spirits among the crowd.
"What an ingenious barrier! It can even simulate the night sky. If I hadn't known beforehand, I probably wouldn't have been able to tell that it was fake."
After marveling at the wonder of the barrier, Legley continued using the scroll of spells Edward had just given him.
In a few swift movements, several more group buff spells were cast.
Now, I can also experience the thrill of throwing money around.
Chang Yan, feeling the power surging within his body, grinned.
(Although I can't enjoy the beneficial buffs, this magical energy can still strengthen my body, which is a bit of a shame.)
"So, what's the next step? Charge straight in?"
Watching the cultists inspecting their ammunition, Chang Yan offered a very "prudent" suggestion.
When in doubt, just go for it; this time, you'll be safe.
“No, just like last time. This humble monk will lead the followers to hold off their guards, while you will go around to the side to disrupt the magic array.”
"Isn't this just recklessly charging in?"
Looking at Fazhu's serious face, Changyan still complained about him.
"Amitabha Buddha, please take care, everyone. Remember, you must be quick!"
Ignoring Chang Yan, Fa Zhu put his hands together and uttered a Buddhist chant. After speaking solemnly, he led a group of people to attack.
"May the Buddha have mercy! This humble monk will escort you all to the Western Paradise! Praise be to the Bodhisattva Gatha Ling!"
Fazhu's roar rang out, accompanied by chants of Buddhist scriptures and gunshots.
"Okay, we—"
"Trash, trash!"
Before Chang Yan could finish speaking, strange cries came from nearby.
"That scream...why do I suddenly feel like hitting someone?"
Hearing the cry, Hyoudou Issei felt a sudden surge of anger, making him want to beat up the creature that was making the noise.
"You too? Me too!"
"Wait, that sound... You guys go first, I'll be right there."
Upon hearing the familiar call, Chang Yan said something to the others and then ran over there.
"Hey, don't run away, Chang Yan, you..."
After running for a while, Chang Yan saw the familiar purple crow.
It's Jack
"Jack, is that you?"
nodded
"Where's Warwick? Why isn't he here?"
After a moment of silence, Jack flew backward.
"Jack? What's wrong?"
Although he had some doubts, Chang Yan still followed.
Chang Yan also saw it when Jack stopped.
The scene that made him glare fiercely.
Warwick lay helplessly on the ground, half of his body already completely rotting and decaying.
Seemingly sensing Chang Yan's arrival, Warwick laboriously raised his head and looked at Chang Yan with his remaining half-eye.
"Ah...is this my lord...I'm sorry...I...can't go on."
"Shut up, I'll treat you."
Just as Chang Yan was about to use the Priest's Hero Power to heal him, Warwick spoke up again.
"No...don't waste it...my soul has been...cursed...tainted...my lord, I beg you, devour me with those eyes!"
"At least, please let me contribute my remaining strength so that you, my lord, may become even stronger."
"Please... I'm asking you..."
As if in a final burst of energy, Warwick suddenly perked up, but after speaking, he collapsed lifelessly again.
That single eye, filled with expectation, looked at Chang Yan.
"Is that so? If that's your wish—"
“I will make it happen. Until then, tell me who did this to you.”
His expression turned utterly indifferent.