Crossover anime/manga, can you be my immortal companion for life?

The strangest thing was those people with him. They acted as if they hadn't seen his miserable state, continuing to spin around and mutter incantations.

Kerry just asked Kirito to call the police through a friend in the chat room, but they got the same result: a festival was being held on the street. Then Kerry asked Kirito to make the situation more serious, saying that someone had died at the festival. This time, they promised to arrive as soon as possible, but there has been no movement for a long time.

While boiling water in a kettle, Kerry brought a bucket of oil to the window and watched everything with great interest.

As they spoke, the aroma grew stronger throughout the street.

He was somewhat unsure of the current situation.

However, Toyokawa Shoko, on the other hand, came up with a conclusion based on her excellent imagination.

Could it be that those people below are actually being controlled by something, and they believe that making this action can prevent them from being controlled, and that person has finally lost control?

By sheer coincidence, the facts turned out to be very similar to what Toyokawa Shoko had deduced.

Those people were people who had dedicated their names to the cause, but they also had their own thoughts; they were fanatical but not insane.

Otherwise, they should be excited and happy to become nourishment for the Buddha Mother, instead of moving the Buddha Mother to a big city and hoping that something will get rid of her, or that the Buddha Mother will choose more people as her targets, in order to reduce the probability of them being harmed.

But since we got something from the evil god, it's not all that good.

When the evil god senses a threat and requires them to sacrifice their lives to stop it, all they can do is desperately resist, using methods of offering and praying to the evil god in hopes of obtaining forgiveness.

Faced with these slaves who were unwilling to dedicate themselves to him, the evil god naturally wouldn't try to appease them.

Inflict pain on them, make them feel like they are living a life worse than death. If they don't want to continue feeling this pain, or if they can't bear it anymore, they should obediently do their job.

This is an open conspiracy by an evil god. With so many ordinary humans around, how can you, someone who insists on meddling, bring yourself to harm these innocent people?

Even if you could bring yourself to do it, aren't you afraid of being investigated by the officials? This is your home. No matter how capable you are, killing so many people will still cause you trouble.

You're not a normal human being either. You want to mess with me, but don't you think humans want to mess with you too?

Even if you don't get arrested by the authorities, don't even think about causing me any trouble in the future.

This thing's intelligence and understanding of human society are truly extraordinary.

"Mu, don't look."

Xiangzi quickly pressed down on Mutou, who was peeking out of the window to see what was happening.

At this point, Xiang's father finally realized something was wrong. He peeked over and was so frightened that his legs went weak.

"Outside...what's going on outside?"

Ignoring her own father, Xiangzi also dialed the police, but the answer she received chilled her to the bone.

And something even more terrifying was happening. Several people finally couldn't bear the torment any longer. As if suffering from Hinamizawa Syndrome, they could no longer maintain the gesture and began frantically scratching their skin with their nails. With each scratch, their flesh peeled away layer by layer, like humus on the ground. Those who couldn't hold on quickly rushed in all directions and soon brought back some things.

"That's... gasoline?!"

Xiangzi's father stood up, glanced outside, and then fell to the ground again.

"Xiangzi, Xiangzi, run!"

He kept telling his daughter to run away, but he didn't even consider how she could possibly run away in this situation.

But Xiangzi, who was still wondering what they were holding, pursed his lips in disbelief.

What should we do? Will the fire spread to our side? And even those three next door are probably in dire straits in this situation...

Just as she was thinking.

She saw a window in the building next door open and something being thrown out.

"Welcome to Uncle Kerry's Happy House!"

Along with the throwing of the object came a flippant voice.

Just then, the men carrying oil drums arrived at the foot of Ke Li's building from another direction, while Xiangzi was still wondering what was going on.

"Snapped!"

That sounded like something hitting the ground.

"boom!"

Before Toyokawa Shoko's horrified eyes, flames and the sound of explosions filled the entire street in an instant.

The red and yellow flames devoured everything, like frying fish in a river of people.

The intense light made her crouch down and close her eyes, but when she opened them and looked up again from below, the street had become a blood-stained, scorched wasteland.

Undoubtedly, that so-called Buddha Mother misjudged the situation. Regardless of the number of people or whether they were at her doorstep, Kerry dared to do it.

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Chapter 115 The Drummer with a Wicked Temperament.

Shrapnel and flames—it was as if the battlefield had arrived in an instant.

The person with the fire was searching everywhere for something to put it out.

The heavy religious atmosphere that permeated the streets disappeared, replaced by the human instrument background music that Kerry had been listening to frequently lately.

"Fire! It hurts! Help! Help!"

"Ahhh! I can't move my legs! Help me! Don't step on them! No! Ahhh!"

Listening to these soothing sounds, Kerry leaned out of the window with satisfaction to take a look at the situation on the street.

The center of the street was blackened by the explosion, and people further away were bleeding and struggling on the ground, their bodies pierced by shrapnel.

Meanwhile, the gasoline cans that those people were carrying were ignited by Soviet-style firecrackers that Kerry had imported from the village chief. Thick smoke billowed as the cans burned on the ground, and the people on fire ran and rolled around like madmen.

It was truly a scene of vibrant life, where everything flourished.

The only drawback was the other believers who were not hit.

Facing the fire on the ground and the wailing of their companions.

They acted as if they hadn't seen anything, their faces contorted in pain, as if they were suffering immense torment.

How could they not suffer? They worship gods hoping for wealth and status.

Kree immediately de-vitalized more than a dozen people, and then Buddha Mother ordered them to deal with Kree or she would torture them.

They didn't want to confront Kerry, who had weapons, nor did they want to be tormented by Buddha Mother. They just wanted to go home and sleep. This was truly the most unbearable episode, with wolves in front and tigers behind.

However, it was probably because the death of their companion that their last line of defense was broken, and most of them realized it.

It's better to obey the Buddha Mother. There's only one on the other side, so there's still a chance if you take a gamble. But there's absolutely no chance of a master offering their name.

When many of them had this thought, the agonizing pain disappeared.

They laughed, a strange smile on their faces.

Kerry actually felt that the Mother of Buddha's religious madness in the streets, with people banging their bodies against doors, was unacceptable. He thought it would be better to let them do as they pleased, and with more weapons, he might already be in a fierce battle.

However, it's clear that the believers who have just recovered from their suffering are no longer able to think about tactics.

They randomly picked out various items from the nearest house.

He bravely rushed into the inferno, looking at Kerry with a strange, smiling expression, and began smashing the locks on Kerry's house.

And it wasn't just Kerry's house; they seemed to be trying to establish other attack points, starting attacks on several surrounding houses.

At that moment, a group of people, unaware of what was going on, gathered in the lobby on the first floor of the next-door rental apartment. They didn't know who had blocked the door, but they were all very grateful to that person.

Most of them were taken to the hospital last night and are still catching up on sleep, while some who have jobs are even going to work despite being sleepy.

There are only a few unemployed people in the apartment now, gathered anxiously in the lobby, along with Xiangzi and his two friends upstairs.

However, to everyone's surprise, a person with a pained expression suddenly rushed towards the door.

"Ahhh!"

He frantically moved the stool blocking the door and the raised entryway, then immediately pulled open the sliding door.

Xiangzi, who was on the third floor observing the situation, suddenly turned pale.

She watched as a group of people walked past the car blocking the door and entered her building. The poor soundproofing of the cheap apartment building even allowed her to hear the screams of the residents downstairs because of the intruders.

At this moment, Old Man Toyokawa also realized what was happening, got up from the ground, and grabbed the door with all his might.

The door to their rented room opens outwards, so blocking it from the inside is pointless. The only thing they can do is hold the door shut after the lock is broken.

"frame!"

A loud noise came from the doorway, and Toyokawa Shoko realized what was happening and rushed forward to help.

Mu opened his mouth, looking out the window, somewhat dazed.

"frame!"

"Click!"

Xiangzi felt that the cheap door lock in his hand was about to break.

But the impact from outside the door and the force pulling the doorknob up and down suddenly eased.

"Ok?"

Then the two people by the door heard running sounds coming from the corridor.

It looks like those people are running downhill.

Don't be careless.

Telling his father to guard the door, Xiangzi ran a few steps to Mu's side and looked outside from the bedroom.

Then she saw the scene that made Mu's expression change.

It was a frenzied, screaming crowd, and Kerry, who was killing efficiently within the crowd as if dancing.

Kerry was initially firing from the third floor, but he soon noticed that the group had started pouring gasoline on him from his blind spot, along the back wall. After all, there were still several people and a lot of equipment stored in the house, and it would be a pity to destroy it. Moreover, once the fire started, the house would not be far from collapsing.

Kerry stuffed the idol into his pocket, slung his guitar bag over his shoulder, removed a glass window, grabbed the window, and jumped into the crowd.

What Xiangzi saw was Kerry, who was already in the crowd, slaughtering everyone.

"Bang! Bang!"

With each pull of the trigger, the small sickle slid through his hand.

Those reckless guys came from all directions to attack. Kerry also realized that the scythe was not very effective in a one-against-many situation, so he reached out and swung the scythe at one of the men's heads. The man stumbled backward, crashed into the wall, and fell to the ground.