My youth story cannot be a knight war

Muto Toru said this in a confused manner, and his words just happened to directly provoke the most sensitive string in Yuuki Natsuno's heart. The resentment of being forced to move to this village for more than a year and the resentment towards his parents buried in his heart turned into the most direct anger that burst out.

He turned around suddenly, his usually cold eyes now filled with uncontrollable anger.

"Xiao Che, are you crazy about developing Waiba Village? You even confuse the concepts of advantages and disadvantages? This village is so close to Jiulangyue and that damned ruins. This is a complete and utter fatal flaw!"

"Why are you so angry all of a sudden..."

"I can't help but be angry! Especially after knowing this. Do you have any idea what this really means!?"

Muto Toru was stunned by the roar that his friend had never seen before, and asked in a stuttering voice, but Yuuki Natsuno continued to speak without stopping.

"If the ruins of Jiulangyue in the video really exist in reality, it means that a group of monsters that survived the ancient times are currently sleeping in the land just seven hills away from this village! Once those creatures revive as shown in the previous video, this Waichang Village will become the closest human settlement in a straight line to them!"

"Although we haven't seen any footage or reports of them arriving at Waichang Village, if they discover there's a village here—"

The bright and crimson light splashed across the profiles of the two men for a moment. The expressions of Toru Muto and Natsuno Yuuki suddenly froze, and they simultaneously turned to look at the light curtain that had been waved away by Natsuno Yuuki.

The scene displayed on it at this moment completely shattered Toru Muto's previous beautiful imagination, and also made Yuuki Natsuno's expression become extremely gloomy. The arc of his face shone by the firelight was like shining on a dusty stone sculpture, mysterious and terrifying.

“…it will become the same as it is now.”

[At this moment, the isolated village of Waichang no longer has the peace and tranquility of the past. Everything in the past has been broken.]

[This place has become a village truly surrounded by death.]

Blood and flames filled the air as far as the eye could see. Crimson blood covered every street in the village. Scorching flames ignited nearly every house within sight. Thick black smoke rose into the air, and the sky seemed to have turned a bright red and dark because of what was happening here.

An hour ago, the place was quiet. A team of investigators, supposedly from a ruin in the nearby mountains, had arrived to rest on a mission. After they negotiated with the director of the Ozaki Hospital, the village's radio suddenly announced that all villagers were taking shelter at home because a massive storm was approaching. They were urged to keep doors and windows closed and not to leave their homes.

Although the villagers were skeptical of this statement, looking at the leisurely clouds on the horizon, they chose to obey, feeling the dignity accumulated by the Ozaki family for generations, and every household closed its doors and windows.

An hour later, the massive storm arrived just as their young dean had predicted, bringing with it blood and spreading raging fire wherever it passed, burning everything.

This village is not only geographically remote, but also extremely isolated from the outside world. Therefore, when Gooma appeared at the village gate in his Gurongi form, the villagers sitting and chatting under the tree were almost taken aback, staring blankly at the hideous monster approaching.

[Until Gooma grabbed one of the unfortunate villagers with his bare hands and physically tore him in half right in front of everyone else. High-pitched screams echoed from the entrance to the upper outfield, resonating throughout the village. All the villagers were alarmed, and the police soon arrived. A fierce conflict ensued between the police and Gooma...or rather, a one-sided massacre.]

[In front of the Gooma, now evolved into its Ultimate form, ordinary firearms and numbers are completely meaningless. Its claws are more powerful than any weapon, and its surface defenses are stronger than any shield in the world. Therefore, although the police and the villagers who are trying to protect their homes put up a fierce resistance, their resistance is completely meaningless.]

The blood eventually dyed even the river red. When the first flame ignited, the blaze quickly spread through the village's unique geographical advantages. Raging black smoke rose into the sky, carrying the people's screams.

【Waichang Village, Shanru District, Temple.】

[“——Is there anyone here? Help me!”]

[Totsuka Ayaka, covered in blood, carried her unconscious subordinate on her shoulders. The assistant, Kamijou, ran into the temple, shouting at the top of his lungs.]

The blood on his body didn't belong to him, but to Kamijou, who was being carried. He had passed out, his head lowered. His right hand was wrapped around Totsuka Ayaka's shoulder, but his left hand from the elbow down was empty. The remnant of his sleeve had formed a ball around the broken arm, from which thick blood oozed.

[And now, they weren't the only ones in the temple. White cloths were spread everywhere, covered with wailing wounded people, including police and civilians. The least seriously injured had at least lost a part of their limbs, and most were in a coma.]

"Put him over there! Xiaolu, go give him first aid and disinfection first!"

A doctor, who was giving first aid to another injured person, noticed Totsuka Ayaka carrying Kamijou in, and gave instructions to the green-haired nurse next to him.

He is the director of Ozaki Hospital, the only hospital in Waichang Village, and is respected by the villagers as the Young Director.

"Yes! Young Master."

The nurse nodded and immediately ran over to help Totsuka Ayaka place the unconscious Kamijou on a white sheet in an empty area.

"I'll leave it to you..."

"Totsuka-san!"

Before Totsuka Ayaka could finish her words, a familiar, tired female voice came from behind him. He immediately turned around and saw Yukinoshita Yukino, her body stained with dirt, holding a little girl in a dress, standing at the temple gate, panting heavily.

"Yukinoshita-san? Are you okay?"

Totsuka Ayaka quickly ran over to help Yukinoshita pull the little girl over. After Yukinoshita took a breath, she immediately spoke in a serious tone.

"Totsuka-san, we need to evacuate everyone here now. The fire in the village is spreading rapidly and is completely out of control!"

【"What!"】

Before Totsuka could answer, Ozaki Toshio, who had just walked over, suddenly had a calm expression. He immediately stepped out of the temple and looked down the stairs. What he saw froze his expression.

The familiar village had been completely engulfed by the surging flames. Black smoke obscured the sky above. Not far from the foot of the mountain, blazing tongues of fire curled around like living snakes. The intense heat distorted the scene, resembling a scorching hell where countless undead souls struggled.

"My village—damn monster!"

"President Ozaki, is there any way to quickly evacuate everyone here?"

Watching all this, Ozaki Toshio clenched his fists and could no longer hold back his anger. Yukinoshita walked over to him and asked in her usual calm tone.

"Ms. Yukinoshita..."

Ozaki Toshio turned his head, his eyes complex as he looked at the woman before him, who was probably the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. He exhaled deeply, his sigh filled with fatigue.

"Unfortunately, at the rate the fire is spreading, we won't be able to evacuate even a third of the injured here before the fire spreads here... Unless we abandon all the seriously injured and take the remaining people who are still able to move and leave immediately."

[“…Is there no other solution?”]

Yukinoshita glanced at the injured scattered throughout the temple, especially the dazed black-haired girl who was being held by Totsuka Ayaka's hand. A hint of pity flashed across her calm eyes.

The people here shouldn't have suffered such a disaster, but the world is so unfair. Under the sudden attack of the Third, they have lost their homes and even had to abandon their loved ones in exchange for a chance to escape.

Just like that little girl, her family should have been a wealthy local family, but her entire family was killed by Number Three. Before they were killed, they desperately used their bodies as shields to block the enemy's attack, which allowed the little girl to escape. While running in Shuri, she was saved by Yukinoshita and the others who happened to be passing by.

[But the damage had already been done. Although she survived, this little girl will probably never be able to escape from what she experienced today.]

「No, now all I can do is——!?」

【“!!!”】

[Halfway through his words, Ozaki Toshio's expression suddenly changed, and great horror welled up in his eyes.]

[And it wasn't just him. Everyone present had almost the same expression. They looked up in a certain direction, their eyes, all colored, were stained with the same scarlet color.]

A streak of red light suddenly rose from the sky in the distant mountains and forests, piercing straight into the clouds. The sky, already crimson under the setting sun, now became even more vibrantly crimson. The fiery clouds now resembled surging blood, and the clouds swirled endlessly around the red light.

At this moment, the sky seemed to have transformed into an inverted blood-red ocean. Clouds spread out in all directions like waves. The red beam of light gradually permeated the sky, and the dazzling red became the only color.

This scene was indescribable. It was like the gates of hell had been opened, and something terrifying was about to break free from hell and descend upon this world engulfed in flames.

[“That is——”]

[Looking at the direction where the red light was rising, Yukinoshita's eyes gradually widened, and her trembling pupils expressed her inner astonishment.]

【"The direction of Mount Kuro!"】

52. Resurrection of Disaster (5K)

【not long ago. 】

【Waichang Village, Zhongwaichang.】

As the name suggests, this place is located in the heart of Waichang Village. Standing here and looking around, you can see the entire area of ​​Waichang Village. The center was originally a square, once used for the village's unique insect-killing rituals.

However, after the construction of the sacrificial site in the mountain area, it was abandoned. Now, it is only used to build some recreational and elderly care facilities for the elderly in the village. Leisure and slowness are the inherent tone here.

[But at this moment, the original peaceful atmosphere has been completely tainted by blood and corpses.]

A shriveled body in a police uniform was casually thrown into the river. The water, already completely stained red, rippled with crimson waves as the body impacted it, and the blood itself surged.

The river water covered the police officer's withered face and hollow eyes. The body sank into the water, eventually piling up on top of all the other bodies in the river.

“That should be enough…”

Gooma, transformed into a human, wiped the blood from his jaw. He looked around at the devastated scene and nodded with satisfaction.

The tiles of the previously empty square were completely stained with blood, as if a painter had used a bucket of red paint to thoroughly splatter a thick layer of blood over an iron-gray painting. A thick, foul odor surrounded the square, and no place retained its original color.

In the riverbanks surrounding the square, countless corpses lay submerged in the water. The once clear, crisp river had now completely transformed into a river of blood. The flowing water dyed the mud and rocks along the riverbank red, completely burying the bodies that sank to the bottom. The hands, feet, and other limbs of the deceased protruded from the surface, swaying slightly with the lapping of the water.

[A normal person's total blood volume is approximately 7%-8% of their body weight. A 50 kg adult has approximately 4000 ml of blood in their body.]

[The river's depth is estimated to be over one meter, and its width is equivalent to the combined height of two adults. How much blood would it take to completely dye the once crystal clear water of such a large area into an unbearable crimson?]

[Dozens? Hundreds? Thousands? Even Gooma, the instigator, probably didn't know the answer. All it remembered was that it had been killing people since entering the village, tossing each person into the river. The once surging crowd and resistance quickly collapsed under this brutal slaughter, wailing and scattering. Some managed to escape, but those unlucky enough to escape were dragged back by Gooma, killed, and thrown into the river.]

[Until the end, all those who could stand disappeared from Gooma's sight. The river water also changed color unconsciously. Corpses piled up like a mountain at the bottom of the river. There were police officers, civilians, and people of all identities.]

If hell truly existed, then Waichang Village at this very moment would likely be the closest example of this concept. Even the world's largest slaughterhouse would rarely witness such brutal slaughter.

Gooma suddenly turned and looked in the direction of Yamairi, looking at the temple gate standing tall in the forest between the mountains, his eyes flashing with bloodthirsty light.

It already possesses an extremely high sensitivity to blood, surpassing even that of sharks. Having evolved into its Ultimate form, Gooma's sense of smell has been greatly enhanced, allowing it to detect even a tiny drop of blood from a human wound several kilometers away.

In its current perception, the temple at Yamairi's location was completely shrouded in the scent of blood. The blood flowing from the countless wounds stimulated Gooma's bloodlust, causing the whites of its eyes to become bloodshot without it noticing. To it, the wounded in the temple were like a top-notch meal, and the temple was a premium plate.

It subconsciously wanted to run over there and start a massacre, but just as it took a step, it stopped and paced hesitantly for a few seconds.

[“…Tsk! You guys are lucky to have saved your lives, Linduo.”]

[Gooma's fierce gaze shifted away from the temple and turned towards the blood-soaked square ahead.]

It's not that it can't kill the wounded right now, nor is it some ridiculous reason like a change of heart. For a race like the Gurongi, who are inherently brutal and bloodthirsty, this ability probably wasn't given to them in their embryonic state.

Gooma didn't act now because it had something more pressing to do. This matter was far more important than a few dozen humans who could be easily wiped out. It also allowed it to use reason to control the killing urge boiling like magma within.

"The steps for the sacrifice have been fulfilled."

[He sniffed, and when he felt the bloody smell in the air, the irises of Gooma's eyes suddenly turned golden.]

At this moment, the scene it saw was vastly different from the scene it had sighted. In Gooma's vision, countless twisted figures seemed to roam among the corpses and blood scattered across the ground. Words could not describe the wails that echoed in his ears, like the ghosts of those who had died unjustly, accusing them of the injustice they had suffered.

Even without explanation, anyone who saw what Gooma saw would instantly understand the true nature of those distorted figures. It was a kind of intellectual intuition that transcended language and ideology, existing in the hearts of all human beings.

【Those figures are...human souls.】

[Or to be more precise, these should be the lingering souls of the humans killed by Gooma.]

Whether the human soul actually exists has always been a hotly debated topic in the scientific community, but no scientist has yet been able to provide a convincing conclusion or experimental results. In the foreseeable future, this debate will likely persist until humanity advances to the point where it can create technological instruments capable of glimpsing the existence of conceptual objects. At that point, the question of whether the soul exists or not should be accurately revealed.

[But at this moment, Gooma reveals the answer to this age-old mystery in a non-scientific way - the human soul does exist.]

The so-called fifth element, referred to in ancient Lindo's text as "soul," is a distinct element from the four elements of earth, wind, water, and fire, whose nature can be instantly understood with the naked eye. It is extremely ambiguous, manifesting as a mere golden light. Despite its overwhelming energy level surpassing the other four, even the ancients, whose technological advancements are beyond the comprehension of modern humans, likely lacked a deep understanding of this power. Otherwise, Yukinoshita Yukino wouldn't have sought so diligently and yet only obtained such limited information.

[The life forms that master this ability possess abilities that are beyond imagination. One of its effects is the ability to see the souls of different life forms.]

The existence of the soul has been proven to be true. This is undoubtedly a discovery that will shake up the entire scientific community, enough to overturn countless existing scientific studies and theories. Its scientific research value is simply immeasurable.

Unfortunately, as primitive people, Gooma knows nothing about science, and even though the Gurongi possess extraordinary intelligence, they don't care about such things.

[And the moment Gooma saw the souls of those who had tragically died at his hands, they seemed to notice that the murderer had noticed their presence. They let out indescribable howls and rushed towards Gooma, but then passed through his body, and none of them could touch the other.]

"That's enough."

Looking at the souls circling around him, Gooma nodded in satisfaction. These tragically dead human souls were the reason for his killing spree in Waichang Village. He had chosen this village deliberately.

The essence of "Kikiru" is a sacrificial ritual. This is common knowledge among the Gurongi clan. Every player in this game has mastered the methods of sacrifice. However, due to the rules of the game, they cannot privately use these methods, nor do they have the ability to do so. If they do, they will be disqualified or even hunted down by the referees.

[But this was completely meaningless to Gooma. Regardless of its ability, it had already disqualified itself from participating due to its own stupidity before the game even began. Now, it had completely broken with its own people, so it didn't care whether its actions violated the rules or not.]

[I broke the rules? Then come and kill me if you can!]

Furthermore, Gooma has now decided to advance the game's progress on its own accord. Not only does it intend to kill the very being it once hated the most in this old place, it also intends to directly advance Kikiru's progress to its final stage.

[Because it intends to directly invite the "Ultimate Darkness" here! ]

[And now the first step towards this result has been completed - by slaughtering a large number of humans and creating a large number of souls for sacrifice.]

The second step of the ritual is about to begin... Gooma takes a step forward, stepping over a large intestine that has been ripped from a human body, crushing it into a bloody mess.

Chiba Prefecture, Sobu High School, Service Club.

"vomit--"

Yuigahama Yui, whose face was already pale, could no longer bear the stimulation after seeing this scene. She buried her head in the trash can in her arms and vomited violently, and the sour smell spread.

Yukinoshita held her friend's shoulders with a heavy expression. The other women present, except Shizuka Hiratsuka, turned their heads. The boys could generally withstand it after experiencing so many bloody scenes, but their faces didn't look very good either.

This light screen is good in every way. It will even automatically block out certain sexual scenes that are close to the 18+ level with holy light. However, other than that, it is as open as the standards of R-rated movies, especially the scenes where people are killed by Gurongi, which challenges the viewers' tolerance for heavy tastes again and again.

But now, compared to accusing Gurongi of his countless crimes, another aspect obviously attracted more attention from everyone.

"Soul...this thing actually exists."

Hayato Hayama covered his mouth with one hand, frowned and looked at the Gooma perspective image broadcast on the screen, his eyes unable to hide the shock.

"So many people have been killed by Gurongi so far. Could it be that their souls are all——!?"