Transformed into the leader of an esoteric sect in Japan

The tortoise-shell formation of the Shadowless Legion resembled a war behemoth with countless snake heads, effortlessly crushing all enemies it encountered.

Sharp fangs, long claws, and tails pounded and tore at the square shield formed from solidified black matter. The beastmen of the Age of Gods seemed endless, and the will of the Shadowless Legion warriors seemed never to fade. This war seemed destined to continue indefinitely.

However, both sides knew that the outcome of this war would not be determined by them. All they could do was serve as cannon fodder to buy time. The war was only necessary because of the will of the gods of both sides.

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In the collapsed Shedding Club, Kurosawa Shizuki and Asakura Yuki used the power of black matter and glare to climb up the ruins like spiders. There was indeed a fairly large cave space below the Shedding Club. The ritual that Kurosawa Shizuki had seen in her spiritual vision probably took place here. However, under the onslaught of the King of Glare, this spiritual field was collapsing like dry leaves, and the buildings above it could collapse completely at any moment.

Beneath the collapsed ruins of the Shedding Club, bizarre vines resembling both flesh and plant matter were exposed, like the skeleton beneath this luxurious building, supporting the club's precarious structure while maintaining its relatively intact form. The vines shimmered with an eerie light, and an invisible force surged within them.

“It’s already started outside. This war against the Age of Gods,” Yuki Asakura could already hear the commotion coming from afar. “The forest has collapsed, and the King of Blaze and Fujiwara no Kage have officially begun their battle. At least the first step of our mission has been completed.”

“But what’s the point of destroying the forest? Our real goal is to stop Fujiwara Kage from devouring the seven chosen ones and becoming true gods. But in fact, there are two Kage. The one who retains humanity is also one of the chosen ones…” Kurosawa Shizuki felt very anxious. If this chosen one of the forest was devoured, it would soon be her turn.

“I have been controlling the Blazing King to do my best to hold off Fujiwara no Kageko. She has to fight the Blazing King while devouring another version of herself who was once human. This is not an easy task for her either.” Asakura Yuki’s eyes flickered, and Urihou’s radiance grew even brighter.

"We must hurry over there. Fujiwara no Kage's power is constantly increasing. The power of the Blazing King alone is not enough to stop her from devouring her other self. We absolutely cannot let her succeed." Asakura Yuki now seemed to have less confidence in her father.

However, if faced with both the King of Blazing Sun and the two fourth-tier Black Sun Cult princes at the same time, even Fujiwara no Kage, who has now shed her outer skin and revealed part of her divine form, would have absolutely no chance of stopping them from completely killing the chosen one who is being devoured.

However, things certainly didn't go as smoothly as they had imagined.

On the abandoned altar, a woman with gray hair still possessed an alluring and bewitching beauty. She wore gold rings on her feet and earrings made of gold and topaz. Dozens of beautiful amethyst insects fluttered around her. She walked barefoot on the black mud, yet her lotus-like feet remained untouched by any dirt.

Behind the woman were five high-ranking members of the Divine Order, each a third-level priest, clad in bright red robes. Their bodies beneath the robes were crawling with black insects.

Kurosawa Shizuki and Asakura Yuki both felt that the woman in the lead looked very familiar. After thinking for a moment, they suddenly realized that the forest fairy in the woods had an almost identical temperament to this woman, except that the forest fairy was like this woman's body that had been inflated countless times.

The only surviving flesh-shedder of the Divine Society, Lady Fujiwara, the biological mother of Muko, licked her slightly dry lips. Her tongue was surprisingly milky white, its tip forked like a snake.

"I must say, you have truly exceeded our expectations. Not only did you end the woodland, but you even managed to escape from it. If we continue to let you operate within the Shedding Club, I will be in great trouble."

"Rest assured, Your Excellency, we will ensure that you will never have to worry about anything again." Asakura Yuki held the Golden Branch in her right hand and grasped the Dream Shadow Cutter in her left, with a radiant light behind her like a throne of blazing sun.

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On the fabricated history, behind the raging King of Blazing Suns, strange wheels formed from rays of light shimmered with ancient light, like the intricate and mysterious Womb Mandala patterns of Tantric Buddhism. Within the rotating mandala wheels formed from black matter, thousands upon thousands of Blazing Sun Blades unleashed a devastating saturation bombardment towards the direction of Fujiwara no Kageko. Their purpose was not to kill Kageko, but to destroy the withered girl behind Kageko, who had already been half-consumed by her.

Having shed her skin, Fujiwara no Kageko completely ignored the overwhelming blazing sunbeams. Her mouth opened to an impossible angle, and she gagged repeatedly. From her mouth, she spat out thousands upon thousands of dark red eggs, which exploded in the air. Countless newborn moths spread their tender wings and collided with the blazing sunbeams, squelching and canceling each other out.

The crimson meteors clashed with the black giant of light in a lightning-fast and fierce battle. The aftershocks of the blazing sun, the towering blood mist, and the scattered moths created a chaotic scene. The King of Blazing Sun was sometimes a giant, sometimes a beast, and sometimes a dragon. His body gradually became more and more unstable during the brief but intense battle. Meanwhile, Fujiwara no Kageko calmly maintained the battle amidst the raging onslaught, and even managed to keep the girl behind her, who was being devoured by white moths, completely unharmed.

However, the two immortal beings who were clashing did not see what was above them.

Dozens of tactical helicopters, all emblazoned with the Bureau of Counter-Strike Forces' insignia—roses, blades, and pipes—gathered high in the sky like a flock of birds soaring over a gloomy, oppressive dome, approaching the two immortal figures.

The man at the end, Shiba, was holding the Akita dog that was happily licking his wrist in his arms.

"The power of the endgame, the punishment will finally descend from the sky, and all the power of the esoteric sects will be annihilated." Chai Qi and the Akita dog in his arms chanted the strange incantation in unison, and countless dark golden runes swirled around him like beautiful fireflies.

Meanwhile, thousands of meters below, on a high-rise building, Lieutenant Osman, expressionless, was covered in scars that exuded a metallic aura. His right arm had grown countless times longer, sprouting layers of fresh flesh, and was somehow connected to a deep black sniper rifle. This bizarre sniper rifle, half flesh and half metal, was continuously infused with the power of time by him.

The sniper rifle's scope was aimed directly at Chai Qi's zombie-like, calm, and indifferent face, its color as pale as marble.

“Old friend, the show is about to begin, Havai fisek gosterisi!” The scarred lieutenant lit a cigarette with his left hand and exhaled a long, murky puff of smoke.

P.S., I'm also playing with a three-line narrative at the same time, and I don't know if I can handle it.

Chapter 138 So annoying, so annoying, so annoying, so annoying

I wrote 3,000 words today, but looking back, I feel it's incredibly weak; posting it would just be a scam. The plot hasn't progressed much, and I'm not satisfied with any of the revisions. I've hit writer's block again. I've planned the outline perfectly, but when I actually start writing, it just doesn't feel like what I wanted to express. I'm sorry I still can't update today. I need to adjust the outline and write more detailed sections. The story has just reached its climax, and I absolutely cannot afford to mess it up at this point.

Every time I reach 400,000 words, I hit a bottleneck. Sigh, is this the curse of procrastination? Please wait a little longer, everyone. I absolutely cannot repeat the same mistakes I made before.

Chapter 137, Section 139: The Dance of the Butterflies

"The Sun Princess of the Black Sun Cult and... that saintess of Heijyo, this should be our first meeting, right?" Kurosawa Shizuki wondered if it was just her imagination. Lady Fujiwara seemed to be getting younger and younger, becoming more beautiful and youthful with each passing second. Time seemed to be flowing backwards over her. She was now like a young woman in her prime, with bright, beautiful eyes and jewels swaying and clashing around her.

A bright and warm light emanated from Yuki Asakura's golden branch. Yuki Asakura's mastery of the golden branch seemed to be becoming more and more proficient. Although the sense of crisis it brought to Shizuki Kurosawa was not as terrifying as the centipede sage of the past, it could definitely pose a life-threatening threat to most of the fourth-class beings.

Theresa's skull lay quietly in Kurosawa Shizuki's palm. After completing the mission of destroying the forest and escaping, this skull, which had been sealed by the power of the forest, finally revealed a part of its original power. It seems to be just the tip of the iceberg, but it can still reveal just how terrifying the girl named Theresa was.

The skull of the Red Death Maiden (first awakening), an orange item, freed from the shackles of the woodland, Teresa recalls her first beautiful dream from a distant era.

The first dream, the dream of the young girl Zero. She remembered it was a long, long time ago, when she was in the prime of her youth, everything was shrouded in the rose-colored dawn, yet she could see the strange colors surging in the world. She gradually realized that a strange desire lurked in the depths of her heart, and the price of this desire was that she would trace the dreams of an ancient pagan religion to visit the witches' carnival on the sacred mountain of Ilran.

Every day you can use the skull to summon the Historical Remnant Domain within the Netherworld—The Witches' Carnival Night. The domain has a radius of 500 meters and lasts for 5 minutes.

In the history of origami, during the pre-Enlightenment pagan era, witches used ointments, self-mutilation, and sacrifices to send their souls to the sanctuary of the horned god to participate in a grand carnival.

You can heal yourself with the mead at the carnival; you can control the carnival guests to attack your enemies; you can summon the sacred reindeer as your guide to open the sealed gates; all enemies who sink into the carnival may fall into delirium and madness...

This skull seems to contain five dreams, but even after being taken out of the forest by Kurosawa Shizuki, she can only summon the first dream from the skull. But even with just one dream, its function is enough to make Kurosawa Shizuki ecstatic. As expected of a divine artifact-level orange item, such an ability is probably equivalent to having five different kinds of "unique barriers" built in.

Kurosawa Shizuki believed that the power of the Ash Ledger she had just acquired in the woods, combined with the dream buried within this skull and the dark power she already possessed, would definitely bring Lady Fujiwara a great surprise.

"Although we've never met, I've always paid close attention to you. After all, the Black Sun Cult is our old rival in Heijing. Your Excellency, the grand gift I sent you not long ago seems a bit lacking." Lady Fujiwara's gaze towards Kurosawa Shizuki was quite gloomy.

"I am indeed very satisfied with such a gift. You went to great lengths to hire the Cleansing Man and send me such a useful bladed weapon. How could I not give you an equally generous return gift?" The Falconer's Destiny Spear spun endlessly in Kurosawa Shizuki's hand, but Kurosawa Shizuki had no intention of actually using the spear to engage Lady Fujiwara in close combat. She wanted to seize the opportunity to suddenly deliver a fatal blow to Lady Fujiwara with Theresa's skull.

Furthermore, according to the information read by Kurosawa Shizuki's deep blue eyes, who had awakened the power of the Ashes Ledger, Lady Fujiwara seemed to be activating some kind of secret technique originating from the Purifier, burning the time of her subordinates. Through Kurosawa Shizuki's examination of the power of the Ashes Ledger, she discovered that Lady Fujiwara's remaining time was maintained at around one day, and she was continuously drawing time from the five high priests to maintain her incomplete existence.

"No need to rush to return the favor. A grand performance has been prepared for you. I hope this final dance will satisfy you." Just like a dancer before the opening of a stage, Yuki Asakura lifted her skirt and bowed gracefully to Shizuki Kurosawa.

Contrary to Lady Fujiwara's apparent reversal of time, the aura of the five priests of the Shinto Society behind her was rapidly fading, their bodies beneath their robes growing increasingly emaciated. Countless small black worms, like leeches, were consuming their essence and spirituality, causing their bodies to swell continuously. Yet, they showed no resistance, instead kneeling on the ground with their hands clasped to their chests in a gesture of prayer.

Lady Fujiwara hummed a strange melody, like a funeral chant. As she hummed, the five priests helplessly succumbed to the black leeches, losing all life and closing their eyes. The countless tiny insects that infested their bodies swelled to their limit, then pupaed up and matured at a visible speed, bursting open.

The strange insects that had been residing on the high priest of the Divine Society have now all transformed into palm-sized, deep blue butterflies. Each butterfly's wings are engraved with a twisted and tormented human face. Countless deep blue butterflies shimmer with a dreamlike light, and in the blink of an eye, they flutter and dance across the entire altar. This dreamlike scene, seemingly illusory, contains a deadly intent.

"Ladies and gentlemen, please enjoy our final dance—the Dance of the Butterflies." With a smile, Lady Fujiwara's body went limp, and she herself "exploded" out of thin air, like a punctured balloon, transforming into hundreds of pale blue butterflies that gathered in a sea of ​​butterflies.

From all directions, at a leisurely pace, butterflies slowly approached Kurosawa Shizuki and Asakura Yuki, their sweet fragrance spreading and enveloping them. Although she didn't know what would happen if they actually came into contact with these butterflies, Kurosawa Shizuki was certain that nothing good could come of it.

"Tsk, what a hassle. It seems we won't have a chance to find Mitsukko until we deal with Lady Fujiwara! However, these swarms of butterflies are the hardest for me to handle. Even if we let go of just one butterfly, Lady Fujiwara can continue to revive indefinitely..." Asakura Yuki looked extremely annoyed. Behind her, amidst the writhing glare, several beautiful girls in pure white, who appeared to be Asakura Yuki's shadow servants, emerged from the ground, each holding a shard of broken glass in their hands, their bodies resembling shattered glass.

During the ritual to summon the King of Sunfire, Kurosawa Shizuki had a brief, distant encounter with these shadow servants belonging to Asakura Yuki. Now, Kurosawa Shizuki is finally able to observe these peculiar shadow servants from a slightly closer angle.

The girl, whose body was made of glass, was almost naked and always shimmered with an incredibly bright light. Kurosawa Shizuki had seen similar beings in the passageway of Parthia Bar. Nakamura Yukise once said that these were ghostly creatures tamed by the higher-ups of the Black Sun Cult, known as the Mirror Girls. Unexpectedly, Asakura Yuki was able to directly control the Mirror Girls and summon them as shadow servants.

The girls in the mirror strode confidently and proudly toward the fluttering butterflies, their bodies radiating dazzling sunlight. Along the path they walked, sharp shards of glass sprouted from the ground, and countless dense glass plants grew, leaped, and extended, wildly climbing toward the sky, passing countless butterflies through the air.

The girls in the mirror waved their slender arms, and shards of glass burning with sunfire continuously fell from their bodies, swirling and crisscrossing in the air like raindrops. Butterflies were constantly having their fragile wings torn apart by the glass shards and falling helplessly to the ground.

However, the butterflies in the air seemed endless. Seeing that their all-out attack was ineffective, the ever-changing swarm of butterflies began to coalesce in the air into various strange shapes.

The fluttering butterflies coalesced into dozens of sharp swords, each several meters long, their blades aimed at the girls in the mirror whose bodies were covered in cracks.

Kurosawa Shizuki gently picked up the dark gold skull that had been hidden in the black matter. The skull lay in her palm, cool and delicate, and in the deep eye sockets, she was awakening an absurd and distant dream.

P.S., I'm sorry, I've been feeling really bad lately, and this chapter was barely updated. I just hope I can get back on track as soon as possible.

Chapter 138, Section 140: Scarface Opens the Eyes of Death

Once again on the beautiful battlefield, Scarface felt nostalgic and joyful, as if yesterday had come again, and he could see the smoke of battle from a century ago.

Lieutenant Scarface had long forgotten his former name and now only had the title "Scarface." He had a hundred scars on his body, and an eye was hidden in each scar.

More than a hundred years ago, he was an officer in the Ottoman Empire, deeply disgusted by the corrupt imperial politics and the mediocre and brutal sultan. But the powerful empire had been maintained for hundreds of years and would probably continue to be so for hundreds of years. As an insignificant individual, Scarface saw no hope of change.

It wasn't until he first met the Sovereign in a café in Istanbul that the smiling Sovereign revealed to him how the so-called flames of change were ignited:

“We live in an age of revolution, an age of strife. The old century has come to an end, and the new century has just begun. All emperors, priests, nobles, and capitalists will be overthrown. I just want to make this fire burn even faster…”

The Sovereign declared that He had come to this empire in pursuit of the flames of strife, and that He was certain that with just a tiny push, the flames would burn everything in this corrupt empire to ashes.

The Overlord introduced him to several young people who were equally dissatisfied with the status quo. Their eyes burned with passionate fervor, and they operated in the shadows of the empire, forming secret groups that gradually coalesced into a revolutionary organization. They called themselves the "Unified Progressive Association," and they meticulously prepared for everything. Meanwhile, the mysterious Overlord remained behind the scenes, constantly introducing them to new blood, providing them with inexhaustible resources and wealth, and an intelligence network that allowed them to see through everything…

"But what do you hope to gain from this change?" he asked the ruler, puzzled.

"Fire will burn with fuel until the flames consume everything. If you've ever stewed meat, you know that it will produce gravy. I'm just a diner who wants to taste the gravy..." The power of the sovereign, at least a large part of it, originates from change and conflict. Only by constantly directing and promoting conflict throughout the world can He maintain His power so that it never declines.

He didn't really understand what the ruler was saying at the time, but he genuinely longed for change. He believed that only by igniting the flames and burning everything in the old world to ashes could there be hope for establishing a new nation in the future.

So he and his friends threw themselves into the flames of revolution, overthrowing the once-powerful Sultan and establishing a new regime and system. However, he was dismayed to discover that it was all just a fleeting illusion; there is nothing new under the sun. When the revolutionaries' fervor died down, the rebels became the rulers, and the rate of corruption was beyond imagination. They seemed unable to do better than the previous emperors; the former revolutionaries became cruel, greedy, and insane, resorting to any means to maintain their own interests. Those who had opposed the tyrants had become the new tyrants themselves.

"What is the meaning of all that I have done?" He knelt in fear before the Sovereign. More than a decade had passed, and he had gone from youth to middle age, but the Sovereign had never changed at all, not even a single wrinkle had appeared.

"Conflict, my dear child, conflict is the meaning of everything. The old history ends and the new history begins, but the fire is never extinguished. War is the eternal god."

"Is chasing conflict the same as chasing eternity?" The long war made him realize this truth—everything in the world will decay, nothing is worth chasing or caring about, all life must die, only eternity is the only value of existence.

“Yes, I have walked this path for a very long time. Would you like to walk alongside me? In this new era, I need new servants.”

The Sovereign gently brushed a black feather across his eyelids. The feather exuded an aura of decay and decay, yet its edges were sharper than any blade. They performed a great secret ritual, and the Sovereign used the Huberon Feather to leave a hundred scars on his body, each scar containing the weight of a year.

"Is this... eternal youth?" He was naked, like a newborn infant, with eyes growing from each of his hundred scars. He was like the Hundred-Eyed Giant from mythology, but he felt no fear, only fervent pleasure.

"But that doesn't mean you can live comfortably through the next century. Ultimately, I'm just a contractor. You must demonstrate value. If the losses outweigh the gains, you know what will happen, right? I've given you a lot, but I can take away even more." The shadow of the Dominator dissipated into the depths of the winter's chill.

He would never forget the Sovereign's deep blue eyes. Although the Sovereign had changed countless identities and faces throughout the 20th century, the dark chill in those deep blue eyes, which seemed to come from Helheim, never dissipated. It was like the first cold ray of dawn appearing at the end of the night sky over the sea.

Value must be demonstrated, and profits must be made. Losses are absolutely unacceptable. If you invest one unit of capital, you must receive three units of profit. For liquidators who control the time frame, this level of profit is only right.

“But this business is already losing money, and we must recover the losses as soon as possible.” He pointed the giant gun, half flesh and half metal, at Chai Qi’s doll-like, wooden face, known as the Endgame Man. Inside the muzzle of his gun, an eye slowly opened, like the merciless pupil of death.

Unlike the Falconer, whose invisible power requires external assistance, his gun has devoured the souls of countless great warriors. He has crossed the gates of blood, and his understanding of war is second only to those great conquerors who have forever driven "sustainable warfare" in the world. He is almost versed in all the techniques of warfare. He can unleash a bullet of destructive power by combining his modified body with the sacred, furious silver.

It was indeed Death opening His eyes. Within His hundred scars, a hundred eyes opened, each one fixed intently on Chai Qi. If they could kill one of the top leaders of the Pingjing Defense Bureau in one fell swoop here, they would surely be able to turn the tide of the entire battle.

He was poised to strike, continuously tossing one bluish-purple piece of iron after another into his mouth. He chewed the meteorite iron like candy, and the meteorite iron was reforged in his body, injected into the gun barrel, and turned into bullets capable of hunting monsters.

Now all he needs to wait for is the most opportune moment.

Within a fabricated history temporarily constructed by the Holy Hydra, who had been bribed by the Anti-Suppression Bureau, two great beings from the immortal class clashed.

Mu Zi soared through the high sky, and with each flap of her wings, countless star-like feathers fluttered down. The feathers collided with the Yuli Flame Balls spewed from the body of the Yangyan King, and a series of explosions bloomed around the Yangyan King's body like flowers, like scars shimmering with light.

Mu Zi gracefully circled the massive, bulky body of the Blazing King, her eight wings sharper than knives. Like a master butcher dissecting an ox, she used her wings to slicing through the Blazing King's arms inch by inch. She deftly dodged each of the Blazing King's furious swings. The Blazing King's enormous size had become a disadvantage, making it almost impossible for him to mount any effective counterattack at such close range.

However, the injuries Mu Zi inflicted on the King of Yangyan were far from being serious. Mu Zi's real target was the golden Yangshen Mask worn on the King of Yangyan's head. Almost all beings of the Longevity class knew that as an "Apostle" forcibly granted the status of a Longevity by the Black Sun, the source of all the King of Yangyan's power came from the Yangshen Mask. If this mask could be destroyed...

Ascending along his left leg, dozens of leaping blades and gleaming wings sliced ​​through his ankle, scattering black matter everywhere. The King of Sunfire roared in pain and was forced to kneel on one knee, causing a tremendous commotion that shook the earth.

A gigantic hand, obscuring the sky, slammed down towards the petite Mu Zi. Mu Zi, however, emerged from between the giant hand's fingers like an elf. Countless fireballs of cosmic flames shot towards Mu Zi from the body of the King of Yangyan, but Mu Zi blocked them all with her wings. This time, she swiftly spun and cut along her left arm, tearing apart the joints and tendons of her entire left arm without any suspense. Her raised left arm fell limply to the ground!