Analyzing the Ninja World Starting from Konoha

Chapter 208 Another one has gone mad!

In the mainstream understanding of the ninja world, the power of priestesses is categorized as a special way of using chakra.

"Chakra, natural energy, ritual —"

Aoba felt a surge of excitement, a thirst for knowledge born from exploring the unknown. "The ninja world is getting more and more interesting. Looks like I should visit the Land of Demons sometime and chat with the shrine maiden!"

In order to figure out the mystery of this "Holy Communion", Qingye controlled his spirit body and slowly lowered his height, wanting to observe more closely what was being cooked in the two large pots.

Although black smoke is a product of a polluted soul, it is also a product of "etherealization" and requires an object as a carrier.

As the spirit descended, the nauseating stench of blood and the aura of soul contamination became even stronger.

Just then, among the countless cultists kneeling and praying around the formation, a child with short silver hair seemed to sense something.

He suddenly raised his head, his eyes fixed on the direction where the green leaf spirit was in mid-air!

Aoba noticed that direct gaze instantly.

He was slightly startled.

"This brat—can he see me?"

It should be noted that even the Rinnegan could not detect him in his spiritualized state, yet this brat was able to "see" him.

As the spirit of Qingye approached, the silver-haired boy's eyes widened suddenly, and a look of surprise and astonishment appeared on his face.

"The evil god has descended!!!"

The boy's lips trembled violently, and his voice was hoarse.

"The evil god has descended! I see him! The evil god is right there!"

The boy suddenly stood up from the ground, pointed in the direction of the Azure Leaf Spirit in the sky, and his expression was twisted to the point of near madness.

The boy's sudden and unusual behavior immediately interrupted the entire sacrificial ceremony.

The surrounding cultists stopped praying and turned to look at the crazed child, their faces showing anger and dissatisfaction.

"Shut up!"

A tall cult member nearby immediately shouted, "What are you doing! Don't you know you're not allowed to make noise during a ritual?"

"But—but the evil god is right there!"

The boy trembled with excitement, pointing towards the air where the Azure Leaf spirit was. "There! I saw it! A glowing figure! The Evil God has truly manifested!"

The surrounding believers looked in the direction the child was pointing.

Empty.

There was nothing there.

There wasn't a single bird in sight, only a hazy, gray sky.

"Another one has gone mad—"

A few low sighs and sneers rose from the crowd.

An old man holding a skull scepter and wearing a robe with blood-red patterns walked slowly over.

This man was the archbishop of the cult of evil gods.

The archbishop shook his head, his aged voice carrying a hint of cold regret.

"This child's soul can no longer withstand the power of the evil god; his spirit has begun to collapse."

This situation is not uncommon within cults.

Many believers with weak will suffer mental breakdowns and become completely insane after consuming Holy Communion for a long time.

"Since he has gone mad, let him return to the embrace of the evil god."

The archbishop waved his hand, his tone indifferent, "Offer him as a sacrifice to the evil god in this ritual."

"Yes, Your Excellency!"

Several cultists immediately stepped forward and pinned the boy to the ground.

As Qingye, suspended in mid-air, observed the silver-haired boy's features, a thought suddenly flashed through her mind.

"Silver hair—this brat, could he be Hidan when he was a kid?"

After all, Hidan is the only successful case of the Jashin Cult's forbidden technique experiment, so he must have something special about him.

However, it seems that Hidan has not yet undergone the ultimate ritual that granted him immortality. Right now, he is just an ordinary child with some special talents.

While Aoba was pondering, the cultists below had already begun to act.

"Hahaha! This is a blessing from the Evil God! I will return to the embrace of the Evil God!"

Amid the boy's morbid laughter, several cult members hoisted him up like an animal and hung him directly above the two boiling cauldrons.

Despite the thick smoke, Aoba still managed to spot the bone fingers floating up from the pot.

That was a bone finger belonging to an adult.

As an excellent medical ninja, he couldn't be wrong.

Qingye's spirit floated in mid-air, quietly looking down at the two large pots below, which were churning with thick, dark red liquid, without the slightest ripple in her heart.

He wasn't surprised.

From the very beginning, he had already guessed the true ingredients of the so-called "Holy Communion".

From the old man's memories, Qingye knew that the evil god cult used living people for sacrifice, and what could be more suitable as a carrier for that strange black smoke than the human body itself?

The black smoke produced by soul pollution is a product of etherealization and can only exist by attaching itself to matter.

Flesh and blood, bones, and fresh blood.

These vessels, which have carried life and soul, are naturally the best containers.

But there's a difference between guessing and seeing it with your own eyes.

In her heart, Aoba had already sentenced all the cultists here to death.

Keeping such inhuman scum around is just a waste of air.

The spirit transformed into a stream of light and instantly returned to its original form.

The moment Aoba opened her eyes, her gaze turned completely cold.

He took the chakra dagger from his ninja tool pouch at his waist.

hum~

The next second, accompanied by a slight buzzing sound, a layer of pale blue light, almost invisible to the naked eye, covered the blade.

He then took out two more puppets.

Hands form a mudra.

"Puppet Shadow Clone Technique!"

Two shadow clones appeared beside him.

Three green leaves, six eyes, all looked toward the "village" deep in the mountain valley.

"Walk."

One word.

The three figures vanished from their spot simultaneously.

The sacrificial ceremony continued in the open space in the middle of the valley.

The archbishop, holding a skull scepter, continued to direct the believers in the sacrificial ceremony.

Thirty or forty black-robed believers knelt on the ground, devoutly reciting prayers.

The silver-haired boy, perched above the large cauldron, gradually stopped struggling. Blood dripped from his limbs, creating dark red ripples in the boiling liquid.

Everything seemed to be proceeding smoothly.

However, just as he turned his head, a cold light flashed.

"Pfft!"

The archbishop's head flew into the sky.

Foul-smelling blood gushed out of the headless neck cavity like a fountain, splattering the faces of the surrounding cultists.

The skull scepter fell to the ground with a clatter.

The headless body remained standing, swaying twice, but strangely did not fall.

Aoba is no longer in the same place.

His figure moved through the crowd like a ghost, and with each swing of his chakra dagger, he precisely cut into the gap between the cervical vertebrae, completely separating the head from the body.

"Enemy attack!!"

"Someone has desecrated the sacrifice! Kill him!"

The core followers are not ordinary people; they possess the strength of exceptional Jonin and Chunin, but none of them are a match for Aoba.

There was no probing, no tug-of-war, and no villain dying from excessive, pointless chatter.

Just one word—Kill!

He knew all too well the true nature of these cult followers.

In the old man's memory, these people had demonstrated the bizarre ability to survive being pierced through the heart and having their throats cut.

Ordinary fatal wounds might really be useless against them.

But so what?

Even if it's a zombie, once its head is cut off, it won't be much of a threat, even if it doesn't die.

"Swish! Swish! Swish!"

Aoba and his two sand puppet clones moved through the crowd as easily as cutting melons and vegetables.

The chakra scalpel, imbued with chakra, could cut the necks of these ordinary people more easily than slicing tofu.

In just one encounter, those core believers who stood on the innermost side and held the highest positions followed in the archbishop's footsteps and were all beheaded.

The remaining ordinary villagers who were followers, no matter how many there were, did not pose much of a threat to Qingye.

But he still didn't stop; none of the people here were innocent.

Although Aoba couldn't kill forty or fifty people in an instant with the Flying Thunder God Technique like Minato Namikaze, his physical skills and the speed of his Body Flicker Technique meant that it wouldn't take him long to deal with these small fry.

Less than a minute.

Apart from the silver-haired boy who was being bled from above the large cauldron, there was no other living person standing in the entire sacrificial square.

The ground was littered with headless corpses, and the pungent smell of blood filled the air, turning the entire valley into a scene of carnage.

"You damned blasphemer! The evil god will never let you get away with this!"

"The great evil god will surely unleash divine punishment, tearing your soul to shreds!"

Just then, a strange curse came from the heads on the ground.

Just as Aoba had predicted, those core followers whose heads had been chopped off were actually still alive.

Their heads rolled in the pool of blood, their eyes fixed on Qingye, their mouths still shouting madly.

Faced with this bizarre scene that defied common biological sense, Aoba was not afraid at all; instead, she squatted down with great interest.

He ignored their curses and, like a meticulous researcher observing a lab rat, quietly watched the heads.

He wanted to see just how long this so-called "immortality" could last.

A minute passed.

Two minutes passed.

As time went on, the voices of those heads that had been shouting wildly began to grow weaker and weaker.

The madness on their faces was gradually replaced by panic.

Because they discovered that their proud "immortality" seemed to be failing.