Zongman, daily life starting from hunting the supernatural

The pitch-black body almost filled the underground space. It was covered with densely packed eyes that could make people with trypophobia feel black in their eyes. At this moment, they were staring at Sakurai.

The hatred and curse were staring at Sakurai, who had caused him to fall into this situation.

Black mucus kept flowing down from the mouth that could swallow a heavyweight sumo wrestler in one breath.

Countless [snakes] made of straw were constantly crawling on its body, tearing its flesh and blood and then merging into its body. New snakes were constantly hatching on the rolling flesh and blood.

It was constantly murmuring meaningless words, and bright green gas was exhaled with every breath it took.

A stench, a stench worse than that of a rotting corpse, filled my nostrils.

Its body remained there motionless, fixed in place by a pitch-black pillar whose top could not be seen.

Invisible flames wrapped around its body, covering it with a huge transparent coat.

There are countless bumps on its back, which are countless female heads crying on its back with tears and blood. These are the girls who have lost their lives because of it so far.

There was ceremonial music, a bizarre piece of music composed of shamisen, koto, harmonica, conch shell, shakuhachi, taiko, and sama drums.

These are the notes played by all those who have prayed to the gods throughout history.

The weeping and ritual music formed a strange melody. If someone else was present, they would probably fall into an eternal illusion the moment they heard it.

This is the true form of the Wild God after its transformation. After its core was pierced by the dagger, even as a [God] it could no longer maintain that false appearance.

Forced to reveal its true form, its only thought at this moment is to swallow Sakurai into its stomach.

Let him suffer in his own belly for eternity, never able to see the light of day again.

"Finally, it's time for round two?"

Looking at this familiar appearance, Sakurai, who understood the matter, let out a long sigh.

The fourth stage is to let the wild god reveal his true form.

carry out.

After a lot of effort, I finally got to this point.

In order to see the true body of the God of Wilderness, he died countless times.

If someone else were to do it, I really don’t know if it would work.

Once again, Sakurai realized how exaggerated the legendary God Slayer was.

The wild god who has no place at all in mythology is actually so difficult to deal with.

It is not clear that the God of Aragami had an unclear connection with [Aragami] in the ancient past, and Aragami was once the chief god of the Aragami tribe. Sakurai expressed his respect for the godslayer from the bottom of his heart.

(Aragami and Doujian Aragami are both indigenous gods in the northeastern region of Fuso)

The next step is the fifth stage, which is the final part of the plan, to defeat the completely spiritualized Aragami and let the girls who have died because of the Aragami so far rest in peace.

Although, he was not sure whether he could really rest in peace.

Who told him he wasn't a professional?

Well...

If this incident was handled by those [professionals], the final result would probably be that the God of Wilderness would continue to be sealed.

Anyway...

It’s about to start.

His already cold expression became even colder. Whether he could bring the girl back from the village safely depended on what happened next.

As soon as he stepped on the ground, Sakurai disappeared from the spot.

Gorgeously on.

75. Battle against the Wild God: Sublimation

Since we are going to fight, let’s fight to our heart’s content.

With this thought in mind, Sakurai disappeared on the spot.

The underground space is filled with soul fires that can burn the soul. In this environment, Sakurai will die every few seconds.

Correspondingly, Sakurai is reading the future timeline all the time.

Keeping his eyes and ears open and dancing on the edge of a knife, Sakurai can be said to have truly achieved this.

Every time he landed, he would crush the straw snake that was flicking its tongue, and Sakurai swung out his dagger to pierce the eyeball closest to him.

The dark blue pus sprayed onto Sakurai's face, and in an instant, that cold face was corroded by the pus to the point of white bones.

Just as Sakurai thought, it is indeed corrosive.

Needless to say, he had already guessed it when he saw this guy.

Sakurai, whose one eye was dissolved, experienced for the first time what it meant to be in the same boat.

My teeth feel weirdly cold without lips.

He swiped to the side and rear out of thin air, and dodged the arm that was falling from the sky at the critical moment.

The dagger spun along the arm that was several times thicker than his own, and Sakurai took the opportunity to kick the back of the god's hand.

Sakurai, who physically kicked out one of Aragami's eyes, turned around and ran away without looking back.

A real man doesn't look at explosions×If you don't run away quickly, you'll be crushed like Sakurai sauce√

After Sakurai ran out, Aragami clenched his fist with his other hand and hit the place where Sakurai had just stood.

"Too difficult."

He moved half a step to the side and back to avoid the bite of the straw snake. The dagger drew a gorgeous line in the air and easily cut the straw snake in mid-air into two halves.

With a leap into the air, he landed on the back of the hand of the God of Wilderness. Sakurai punched into the flesh and blood that was constantly rolling in front of him, and with a strong pull, he pulled off a piece of flesh from the God of Wilderness cleanly.

He put it into his mouth, and even though it turned into resentment and disappeared the next moment, it did not prevent him from enjoying the pleasure of the moment.

Apart from him, how many people can drink the blood of gods?

Who else but me?

"Wyyyy!!!"

The shrill roar drowned out the unpleasant music and almost destroyed Sakurai's eardrums in an instant.

Two lines of blood and tears flowed down to the chin.

"very noisy."

After wiping the blood off his face, Sakurai subconsciously thought of piercing his eardrum, but he thought about it carefully.

Maybe before I could take my finger out, the eardrum had already recovered and I silently gave up the idea.

He doesn't have the time and energy to do unnecessary things now.

Sakurai, who could predict the future continuously, kept dodging and moving his body, struggling to survive between the two giant hands of the wild god while cutting off piece of flesh and blood from it.

Just as he thought, the supernatural is just the supernatural after all.

No matter how smart you are, you are just a brainless alien.

Even the wild gods who used to be gods, after they fell into the state of spirits, can only be considered wise when they are in disguise.

It was worth it that I found a way to reach the second stage through countless predictions of the future.

After transforming into its true form, the wild god's body became larger and larger, and its brain was lost in equal proportion. Now it is just a monster that acts on instinct.

After completely transforming into a spirit, as the power increases.

The brain was also lost to it.

Countless eyes stared at Sakurai, those dark pupils were filled with greed for life and resentment towards Sakurai.

The current Aragami is truly at odds with Sakurai——

Never die.

It will never stop until Sakurai is completely destroyed.

Okay, so what next?

Sakurai asked himself this question but hasn't found the answer yet.

For the wild god, his current attack is not even a tickle.

Not to mention just popping a few eyeballs and cutting off a few pieces of flesh.

Even if he had a way to cut off the hand of the God of Wilderness now, it would not hurt at all.

Who cares about having their nails clipped or having a piece of dead skin or two removed?

For the current God of Wilderness, his current attack can only achieve this extent.

It's not like I'm going to have a good time.

In reality, there is no such thing as a pedicure to defeat a boss.

At least he can try and fail countless times, but he, who is immortal, cannot.

Even if he looks like a so-called "player", it's still the same.

If it doesn’t work, it doesn’t work.

Reality is not a game, there is no such thing as a "health bar".

"So, what should we do?"

"If you want to defeat the Wild God, you must first find its core."

"Unlike other supernatural beings, the wild gods who were once gods have the existence of a [divine core]."

Sakurai didn't care why he knew this, he just knew it.

So...

Now there was only one thing left to do.