The Avengers of the Uzumaki Family

"You bastard! You've successfully enraged me! I'm going to tear you to pieces!!!"

At this moment.

Anger instantly filled the man's mind, and his already extremely fierce aura was further amplified. At this moment, he completely lost his reason, not caring about the difference in strength between them, and only wanting to vent his anger on the bastard who dared to hurt him.

Unfortunately.

He has a very stubborn mouth.

However, they lack the strength to match it.

Hidan was nothing more than a brat in front of Mugou, let alone this middle-aged man. Mugou completely ignored the clamor of the weak.

From an angle where they lean in close.

The 'Arm of Enlightenment' evolved from a single hand.

The sharp, hooked claws that were revealed!

"Pfft!"

The claws aimed directly at the throat of the middle-aged man who had just gotten up, and plunged inside!

With a fierce pull.

"Well!?"

The throat was easily severed, compared to the surging, splattering blood.

A huge head shot into the sky.

With a "thud".

It fell directly to the ground beside it.

The headless corpse, after a slight tremor, slumped limply to the ground.

While Wu Gou easily dealt with the middle-aged man by splitting him up, the other shadow guards with pockmarked faces also cleanly and efficiently killed off the remaining followers of the evil god sect one by one.

This was a completely crushing massacre.

Let's not even talk about purity.

Even the Shadow Guards didn't have any emotional fluctuations. They were just some grassroots ninjas. Killing them was no big deal. Wugou was even less interested. He had thought they would be some tough opponents, but they turned out to be a bunch of weaklings.

'How about I talk to Master Menma later and ask him to let me try out the power of that so-called evil god?'

While pondering this inwardly, Wugou was also about to turn around and return to his master Menma to report back.

And it was at this very moment.

"Damn it! What kind of bastard are you?! It hurts so much, do you even know that?! How dare you cut my head off! Put it back right now, do you hear me?! Otherwise, I'll definitely make the Evil God sacrifice all of you!! Aaaaaaaahh ...

Suddenly.

Suddenly, an incredibly sharp and frantic scream erupted from behind.

Wu Gou paused, then suddenly turned around, looking at the source of the sound with a look of great surprise.

It was the head that I had just severed and that had rolled to the side.

what the hell! ?

The body was dismembered, yet the person was still alive!?

What's the principle behind this?

Is this thing even human?!

You must understand that even if you are the embodiment of enlightenment, if you are 'split up' in human form, it will be difficult to achieve enlightenment.

It's definitely going to be a death sentence for them.

It's just that with the Box of Elysium, there's a possibility of him being resurrected, similar to a tailed beast.

Ultimately, he is no longer human, but a special kind of energy being.

But that middle-aged man just now, he looked like a human being no matter how you looked at him!

There's nothing else particularly special about it.

this!?

If someone's head is cut off, can they still survive?!

Wu Gou was truly shocked.

"Ho ho? I didn't expect the Jashin Cult to have another exception besides Hidan. This is really interesting."

The man in the nearby room, Mianma, also showed a hint of surprise.

They approached quietly.

Standing in front of that head, he chuckled with a hint of interest.

"Hidan!? You know Hidan!? You bastard, tell me right now, where is that jerk!? Huh!?"

It's clear that they've completely lost their minds.

Or perhaps it should be said that this so-called devout and fanatical follower of an evil god sect has absolutely no sense of reason.

His mind was already filled with evil energy.

Mianma didn't intend to communicate at all.

"Tsk tsk, but it's still a little lacking, it's not very useful."

Mianma shook his head.

"Buzz!"

Above one hand.

A small, jet-black ball was revealed directly.

Under the control of Mianma.

At the angle from which it flew by.

"You!? Ah..."

The screaming abruptly stopped.

That enormous head also turned to ashes in an instant, scattered in the breeze.

He had no interest whatsoever in just an ordinary human being who only possessed a portion of the evil god's power.

Anyway, we can directly study and devour evil gods.

This kind of material is of little value and has little practical use.

In Mianma's eyes, there was only one evil god who had likely existed on this planet for thousands of years!

'I hope you won't disappoint me, you so-called evil god!'

With a gentle wave of his hand, Mianma dispersed the ashes and turned his gaze back to the deeper areas before leading the way inside.

Wu Gou and the others followed closely behind.

The group of subordinates led by this middle-aged man were clearly the last group of followers of the evil god cult in this special stronghold.

The next section of the road.

After that, Menma and his group encountered no further obstacles.

They arrived unimpeded at the innermost area of ​​this evil god's stronghold.

What came into view of Menma and the others was an incredibly extravagant and luxurious altar.

Just how luxurious is this?

The so-called material was actually all gold, and it was adorned with countless jewels. Of course, these were secondary. The key point was that around the altar, there were more than ten thick, long silver pillars that were clearly deliberately set up, each with several shriveled corpses hanging from it.

The entire altar was stained with dark-colored blood.

The air was thick with the pungent smell of blood.

If an ordinary person saw this scene and smelled this odor, they would probably vomit up all the food they had eaten for three days and three nights.

It's quite remarkable that they didn't faint immediately.

However, for Menma and the others, this was a minor matter.

Any ninja who has experienced the battlefield knows that there are countless wars between ninjas that are many times more brutal than this; the scene before us is just a little disgusting.

'That's really a twisted sense of humor!'

Mianma raised an eyebrow.

A faint hint of sharpness also shone in his pupils.

In such situations, Menma felt even less guilty about attacking the evil god.

In any case, it's just a pest-like existence.

It can also be used to make yourself stronger.

Why not?

"You guys wait here."

Menma turned to look at Wugou and the others, gave them an order, and then headed straight for the center of the altar.

"Yes, Lord Menma!"

The closer we get to the past.

The more he felt the mask, the more he could sense the chilling power emanating from the altar.

The moment when gusts of a peculiar, eerie breeze drifted in.

An ordinary person would likely be unable to stop trembling.

But in Mianma's eyes, these were all childish and commonplace methods.

There's absolutely no need to take it to heart.

By the time Menma stood at the very center of the altar, he could clearly sense the immense evil energy emanating from directly beneath it.