Chapter 18: Killing God My morality will justify my killing. …
"bite--"
The big bells rang and believers came to worship.
Wen Ying stood on the distant city wall, the wind and snow rustling, blowing her clothes towards the sky.
From her angle, she could easily see the stage with the Vermillion Bird pattern painted on it, and the worship platform and the raging fire were adjacent to each other on the stage.
The audience was filled with believers, holding torches high in their hands. It formed an enchanting and ghostly sea of heat. If one took one step into it, they would die.
The "Suzaku God" intends to be reborn from the ashes today. As soon as this news came out, it attracted believers from all around the capital, who all wanted to come and watch this historic moment.
Loyal believers can sometimes become a sharp sword attacking heaven.
A gathering of this size even alarmed the beings in heaven. Countless pairs of eyes were secretly watching the every move of this folk religion, ready to bite it to pieces if there was anything wrong.
The girl raised her hand and placed it on the hilt of the long sword at her waist. The flames burning across the sky melted the amber in her eyes into gilded gold, and a slight blink of her eye emitted tiny pieces of cold light.
And tonight, she is also a pair of eyes.
A pair of eyes placed at the highest and most important place.
The Suzaku god wearing a blood-red hood slowly walked onto the stage under the watchful eyes of the crowd. The golden bells wrapped around his body made crisp sounds as he moved.
The moment he appeared, believers spontaneously began to worship him and chanted the mighty name of Suzaku God.
Flames, ringing bells, and blood-red intertwined to form a hellish scene.
"bite--"
Bu Xingde raised his empty hands, but the ethereal sound of bells came from all directions, lingering in everyone's ears for a long time.
Suddenly, lightning and fire flickered on the stage, illuminating everyone's vision for a moment, and then the blood-red figure on the stage disappeared out of thin air.
"In the fire, identify the true God!"
A high-pitched voice came from the podium, attracting everyone's attention.
Bu Xingde, who had just disappeared, appeared on the platform in a moment, with his arms open and shouting to everyone.
As soon as he finished speaking, Hongsuo threw the glass bottle in his hand upwards, raised his leg and kicked it onto the wooden platform.
The glass shattered, and the fire inside instantly ignited on the stage, dyeing the night sky orange and red.
"In the fire, we can identify the true God!" A believer raised his arms and shouted, and hundreds of people responded.
"In the fire, identify the true God!"
"In the fire, identify the true God!"
Amidst the cheers, Jinque and Lan Gen, who were scattered in two other places, also threw the flaming glass bottles up.
The raging flames suddenly engulfed half of the platform, and the flames clung to the blood-red hood, but Bu Xingde's posture did not change at all, and he stood proudly.
"Where is Black Wing?" Lan Gen saw that one of the glass bottles was missing, and turned to look at Golden Sparrow, who was communicating closely with Black Wing.
However, Jinque just spread his hands and shrugged, saying helplessly: "I haven't seen him for a few days. I don't know where he went. You know, children just like to play."
Lan Gen frowned, leaving a new wrinkle on his wrinkled face.
wrong……
Bu Xingde stood on the stage. The heat from the flames made him sweat all over, and he couldn't help but curse "Chu Yang" again.
If it weren't for him, he would have fallen asleep with the beauty in his arms tonight.
Well, after this "rebirth from the ashes", he sent his followers to tear him into pieces.
The flames wrapped around and turned the red robe into a robe of fire. Hongsuo seized the opportunity and kicked the pot of liquor at his feet towards the platform.
With a "boom", the raging fire suddenly rushed up, obscuring the figure wrapped in flames for a few breaths. When the flames faded, only the blood-red robe was seen dancing in it, as if the soul of the god wearing it was still struggling in the flames.
The enthusiasm of the crowd was further aroused, and cheers came one after another.
The flames grew higher and higher until the platform was burned and collapsed, and black charcoal fell on the stage with a loud and shocking noise.
It's about time.
Jinque picked up a jar of water and threw it onto the platform, which was only half left of the burning platform. Hongsuo smashed the jar with a whip, causing a large amount of water to pour down and put out the fire.
The noise gradually died down, and everyone held their breath, staring at the stage. In the darkness, they could not tell the charred corpse from the charcoal.
Hongsuo breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed like it was successful. All he had to do next was...
"Aa ...
A sharp cry broke through the sky, shattering the silent atmosphere of waiting.
Hongsuo was stunned. Before he could react, he saw a naked and fat figure struggling to run out from the high-rise mechanism that had not yet been burned.
In full view of everyone, he ran away.
The whole audience was silent.
"Hahahahahahahaha..." Geng You laughed so hard that his tears couldn't stop flowing out. "What is he doing? Hahahahahahahahaha..."
"?" Huang Ben looked at his master in confusion, "Sir, what did you do?"
Yan Jing half closed his eyes, and after a moment of thought he understood the cause and effect, and couldn't help but smile.
"Dawn..."
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Rewind time to the moment the flames started.
Bu Xingde half-knelt down, listening to the sounds from the outside world with his ears tilted, feeling secretly happy.
At this point, all the difficult performances have been successful, and the next step is to embrace the glory of the winner.
Because of the flames burning outside, the temperature in this secret compartment was also extremely high, which roasted Bu Xingde into a layer of fat oil.
The sweat was pouring down, blurring his vision.
Black Wing is usually responsible for leaving a new robe here so that he can achieve the effect of [even the clothes are reborn].
Bu Xingde tentatively felt around with his hand and felt the texture of the leather fabric.
Strange, are there leather robes? And why is it worn on a mannequin?
Thinking this, Bu Xingde reached up to find the next button, but felt something sticky and wet.
Going further up, I felt hair that looked like dry grass.
Bu Xingde raised his other hand to wipe the sweat from his eyes. His vision cleared for a moment, and he was suddenly met with a pair of wide-open eyes.
Eyes that never close in death.
Bu Xingde's pupils suddenly contracted.
Murder and arson were the business of the Dharma Protector and that adult. He had never seen a corpse with its head separated from its body at such a close distance.
The huge panic made him unable to even scream, and his whole body was so stiff that he couldn't even look away.
The firelight shone through the cracks in the wooden board, illuminating a small part of the dark compartment, allowing Bu Xinde to clearly see a line of crooked words carved on the side of the severed head:
"Next, it's you."
As the cheers faded away, Bu Xinde's senses were infinitely magnified. He felt the heat dissipating very clearly and vividly, as if a cold wind was blowing over him.
“Tick-tock.”
A little liquid dripped onto his body, smooth and sticky...
He could no longer control himself and screamed, "Ah ...
Without caring about any performance of rebirth from the ashes, he frantically knocked on the emergency exit of the mechanism, and when he saw the bright moonlight, he ran out with all his strength.
Hongsuo, who was closest to the stage, was stunned, but quickly reacted.
We can’t let Bu Xingde go like this.
"Master!" Hongsuo flew in front of Bu Xingde and raised his hand to stop him. "You haven't left yet."
Her idea was simple. Even if she came out in an undignified manner, at least she was "reborn". Even if some believers who were close to her saw the clues, as long as she killed them, the foundation of the [Suzaku Cult] would not be shaken.
Bu Xinde's whole body was trembling and his mind was blank. After seeing the red lock, he regained some of his sanity and opened his mouth to say something.
Something strange happened!
The arrow penetrated a hundred steps, came at dawn, and went straight through Bu Xingde's solar plexus.
Under the gaze of countless believers, their bloated and filthy faith collapsed, leaving them unable to recover for a long time.
Almost at the same time, Hongsuo suddenly turned his head, and his gaze seemed to be real, spanning thousands of miles to focus on the man in the distance.
Under the crescent moon, the bow is fully strung, the cold and bright man has an indifferent look, and the emerald ring on his thumb shines a silver light as he moves.
He loosened his hand slightly, and the second arrow broke through the air in an instant, flying towards the eyebrows of the woman in red like a meteor.
Hongsuo was extremely angry and immediately pulled out the whip from his waist and intercepted the arrow in mid-air.
The whip fell to the ground with a loud noise.
"Looking for death!" Hongsuo took light steps, and his figure turned into a wisp of breeze, quickly approaching the archer.
Yan Jing put down the bow and arrow in his hand, raised his hand and waved, saying loudly:
"Bu Xingde has been executed. All believers present are locked up and awaiting questioning. The rest of the masterminds have been captured. If there is resistance, they will be executed on the spot."
"yes!"
In the darkness, countless pairs of eyes revealed their true identities, carrying out their duties amid the sound of wind blowing through dense leaves.
Hongsuo was an expert in martial arts. In a moment, he arrived in front of Yan Jing before the encirclement was formed. He instantly jumped into the air and whipped Yan Jing in the face.
At the critical moment, Yan Jing didn't even give her a glance, and the whip that was as powerful as a bamboo was blocked by a sharp silver light.
“Miss, do you think I’m dead?” The young man in white made a gorgeous sword flower, raised his eyebrows and chuckled, “You are not worthy to be my master’s opponent.”
"Geng You, don't be cool and underestimate the enemy. Stay focused." Huang Ben pulled out a short knife with barbs on the blade, his face grim.
Hongsuo snorted coldly: "You guys think you can stop me?"
As he spoke, the second whip had already been swung!
Wen Ying took a quick look at Yan Jing's situation, and then she ignored him, thinking that the unparalleled gentleman was like a plum blossom standing proudly in the snow.
Yan Jing has the ability to protect himself, but she has other tasks.
The girl lowered her center of gravity, and her body turned into flowing moonlight, flying rapidly towards a specific destination until she was close to the maximum distance, then she jumped down from the city wall.
Her body fell downward, the wind whistled in her ears, Wen Ying narrowed her eyes, and her sight instantly caught sight of two figures, one gold and one blue.
In an instant, she flipped in the air and threw out several silver needles, flying towards their path.
Jinque felt the murderous aura bursting out and stopped abruptly. He pulled Lan Gen by the back of the collar and took several steps back to avoid the silver needles that were like raindrops falling from the sky.
Just as he stood firm, he saw a young girl landing lightly in the elegant starlight. The heavy mist could not block the cold light from her meteorite mask.
As Yan Jing said, Hongsuo would attack him first, while the two guardians Jinque and Lan Gen would escape here along the route.
It's really terrifying that he has planned everything out.
"I was wondering why everything has gone wrong recently. It turns out you're the one behind it." Lan Gen raised his heavy eyelids and said calmly, "Li Ming, I don't remember us having a conflict of interest."
"We are different from Hongsuo. We only have a mercenary relationship with the Suzaku Sect. It doesn't matter whether you want to destroy this sect or kill Bu Xinde. Our mission has been completed. There is no reason to fight here." "We are just like you, we just take what we need."
In response to Lan Gen, there was the sword light that destroyed the stars.
Jinque reacted extremely quickly and barely blocked Wen Ying's attack.
The collision of cold weapons made a crisp and powerful sound, and a few drops of cold sweat dripped from Jinque's forehead.
Where does this woman get so much strength?
"Don't confuse me with you." Wen Ying's voice was like cold snow in December, and there was frost in her eyes.
"My morality will justify my killing."
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