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What they see before their eyes are cultists rushing towards them in the throes of madness.

What they heard in their ears was the beast-like howl of the cultists.

Their skin ached from the demonic energy emitted, and a horrible stench of blood invaded their nostrils.

All senses began to send violent warnings.

“Huuk! Huuk!”

Rough breaths spilled out through trembling lips.

Then.

“Heuuaaaak!”

Accompanied by a chilling scream, indistinguishable whether it was a human cry or a banshee’s wail, the cultist overwhelmed Black Ghost Fortress elites.

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“Die!”

As if to prove that Black Ghost Fortress’s reputation was never false, they greeted the cultists by raising their momentum.

Swaeaeaek!

A dao wrapped in powerful sword energy swung at an astonishing speed.

A truly powerful one swing (一刀) with the will to cut down all those charging enemies! Although the body tensed under pressure, the sharpness of the dao was in no way inferior to his usual skills.

That lightning-fast slash flew toward the arm of a cultist. It seemed as if the arm would be torn in pieces at any moment.

‘What? They’re not a big deal after all….’

The dao, without deviating even slightly from expectations, mercilessly struck the arm of the cultist. But at that moment, the eyes of Black Ghost Fortress elite who swung the sword widened to their limits.

Gogok!

His sword, which he should have severed the cultist’s arm and returned, was vibrating, embedded in the arm.

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‘W- What…?’

The sensation of hitting tough, sticky rubber with a dull wooden knife. An alien sensation that should never be felt when cutting through a human arm sent chills down his spine.

Then he saw it.

The cultist reached out towards him, not caring even though the sword was stuck in his arm, and the low pleasure was visible in his eyes.

Before he could fully grasp what that meant, the cultist’s fingers were burrowing into his skull.

Udeudeuk!

“Aaaaaargh!”

The growling sound of the cultist echoed around his ears. It was a beast-like sound. It was a raw murderous intent, as if a thick foul scent would be released at any moment.

“This filthy unbeliever!”

The cultist’s eyes radiated madness and lowered the hand that was stuck on the man’s skull. His nails, imbued with demonic energy, gruesomely tore through the face of Black Ghost Fortress elite.

Kwadeudeuk!

“Aaaaaaaah!”

A dreadful scream resonated.

It was a matter of course. Anyone would scream like that if their face was being ripped off in its entirety.

“My, my face! Aaargh! My faaaaace!”

The man, who had lost both eyes, reflexively raised his hand to feel his face. But even that did not come true as hoped. Before his hands could reach, another sweep of the cultist’s hand had torn through his throat.

Puuuuut!

Blood spurted from his neck like a fountain. The hot blood-soaked and ran down the black robe of the cultist.

“Keu… Keurrgh….”

“Hahahahahahahahat!”

The cultist, who had completely given himself up to madness, threw his hands one after another, not knowing satisfaction. Nails coated in demonic energy ravaged the bodies of the still-breathing victims. Flesh brutally tore away, and blood was splattered.

Yet, whether fortunate or unfortunate, his comrades didn’t need to seethe with anger over this horrific scene. This is because they had no time to become enraged as other cultists charged at them without pause.

“The Second Coming of Heavenly Demon!”

“Myriad Demon’s Advance!”

A scream-like mantra (??(眞言)) chanted in a boiling voice.

It was a signal that heralded the beginning of a massacre.

Kwadeudeuk!

The sound of hands soaked in demonic energy tearing apart flesh rang with eerie clarity even in the hectic battlefield.

“Euaaaaak!”

“Keuaaaaak! Aaargh!”

The most agonizing screams continued to come from the mouths of those whose flesh was torn and bones ripped out alive.

“The Second Coming of Heavenly Demon, Myriad Demon’s Advance! The Second Coming of Heavenly Demon, Myriad Demon’s Advance!”

“Die! Die! Die, you filthy unbelievers! Euhahahahat! Euhat! Euhahahahat!”

A bloodstorm ensued.

Flesh torn apart from the body is scattered, and blood gushes out like rain. Amidst this blood rain (??(血雨)), the cultists burst into incessant laughter. Their eyes, smeared with madness and bloodlust, gleamed incessantly as they scouted for more victims.

However, Black Ghost Fortress was not merely a victim to this onslaught.

“These crazy people!”

One of Black Ghost Fortress, Wen Ying (??(文瀅)), cursed as he thrust his sword forward. His blade, charged with formidable speed, aimed directly at the eye of an oncoming cultist.

Kwadeudeuk!

Wen Ying was delighted to see his sword piercing the enemy’s eye.

“How about that!”

Squeeze!

But at that moment, the cultist whose eye had been pierced raised his hand and firmly grabbed the blade embedded in his face. Then, looking calmly at Wen Ying with his remaining eye, he said.

“Heup!”

At that moment, the horrified Wen Ying desperately pulled his sword. However, his sword did not budge in the cultist’s hand, as if it had been weighed down by a massive rock.

“Huu….”

The cultist slowly pulled out the sword stuck in his eye. It wouldn’t be strange if he writhed in pain and died, but instead, he let out a bizarre laugh.

“Oh… Owh…”

Wen Ying, completely terrified by the overwhelming sight, trembled and staggered back with color draining from his face.

Kwadeuk!

Of course, the only price for panicking was death.

Udeuk. Udeudeuk! Udeudeudeuk!

A hand that burst through the chest tore through flesh and snapped bones, digging deeper and deeper.

“Kkeurgh….”

Blood gushed from Wen Ying’s mouth in torrents.

“Heavenly Demon… Second Coming.”

The cultist’s remaining eye rippled with madness. A bright smile spread across his face, as if the corners of his mouth were curling from ear to ear.

“Myriad Demon’s Advance!”

Udeudeudeuk!

The cultist ripped Wen Ying’s beating heart right out of his chest.

“….”

The heart, still bleeding, was placed on the drenched hands of the cultist.

Wen Ying, who had not yet died, stared blankly at his ripped-out heart.

“Hahahahat!”

At that moment, the cultist swung his arm, holding the heart like a whip, and struck Wen Ying’s head. Wen Ying’s head exploded like a ripe watermelon after being hit with his own heart.

All deaths are unfortunate, but at least for the current Wen Ying, it may be a fortunate thing. Because he no longer has to witness this horrific scene with his own eyes.

“Heavenly… Demon Second Coming.”

The cultist slowly lowered his gaze. Spotting his own eyeball that had fallen to the ground, he let out a ghastly chuckle.

“Your blood… will bring us peace!”

Crunch!

The cultist who had trampled and burst his eyeball without any hesitation tilted his head back as he roared and lunged forward again. Demonic energy rose like smoke from his body, and the remaining eye emitted relentless streams of blood-red light.

“This, this madman…!”

Black Ghost Fortress, fed up with the momentum, retreated with weary faces.

Of course, it wasn’t that they were waiting passively to be killed by the enemy. Training is something that accumulates in one’s body, not the mind. Even if they had lost half of their will to fight, their weapons faithfully reproduced the trajectories they had drawn countless times.

But those trajectories were not complete.

Kkudeudeuk!

The blades that made contact with the bodies of the cultist did not cut through, but instead it clung to their flesh as if glued. The sticky body, as if it had been coated with glue, held onto the blade like melted rubber.

‘Damn it! What kind of martial arts is this!’

The outcome for those who lost their weapons was invariably the same.

Udududuk!

The whole head was ripped out and rolled across the ground. The body, which lost its head and could no longer be called a human, was torn apart by the cultists.

Like a school of piranhas swarming over their prey, they chanted.

“Die! You monsters!”

The stab, delivered with all his might, pierces the cultist’s chest. They could clearly see the cultist’s clothes being torn and the sword piercing his flesh.

But….

A few drops of blood were all there was to flow. Even the skin around the point of contact flocked to the wound as if it had its own will. Then, it began to tighten the sword that had invaded the body.

“Keuhu…. huhuhuhu.”

The cultist looked at the person who stabbed him in the stomach with shining eyes.

“Ah…”

The regurgitated blood leaked out through the mask covering his mouth, but the cultist paid it no heed. He reached out with nails sharper than the blade and drove them into the wrist holding the sword.

Kwagagak!

The nails, cutting through flesh with absurd ease, reached the bone.

“Kueuk!”

A terrible pain that as if the body was on fire. In front of that pain, even the elite of Black Ghosts Fortress couldn’t help but open his mouth wide in agony.

“Heuhahahahat!”

In that instant, the laughing cultist lunged forward, thrusting his hand into the gaping mouth. He then grabbed the lower jaw entirely and began to pull with tremendous force.

Udeuk! Udeudeudeuk!

The bizarre sound of bone and unimaginable pain surged. Those who understood what this pain meant had unspeakable terror flooding their eyes.

“Aeu… uh… euak!”

Udeudeudeuk!

The man’s jaw was ripped off his face and blood poured out like a waterfall. His body convulsed in front of an unimaginable pain.

The cultist slowly pulled out the sword stuck in his abdomen. As the sword came out, the grotesque hole it left behind seemed to close up almost instantly as if had been waiting. It was a bizarre sight (??(奇事)) that no one could not believe even if they saw it with their own eyes.

“Heu…. Heuu….”

“…You damned unbeliever.”

With a cruel smile, the cultist approached the convulsing man, raising the sword he was holding. The tip of the sword was pointed at none other than the man’s mouth.

“N… No…!”

Puuuk!

The long sword plunged into his throat.

A pain like being pierced by a hot iron skewer seared through his body, causing the man to roll his eyes back in agony. A devil’s whisper can be heard through his ears.

“You will never, ever be saved, you filthy unbeliever.”

Paaaaat!

With those words, the cultist swung the sword, bisecting the man’s body, then threw the bloodied sword to the ground. He shouted.

“Kill! Kill them all! Kill all those who dare not know the greatness of Heavenly Demon and make them pay for their sins!”

“Second Coming of Heavenly Demon, Myriad Demon’s Advance!”

It was followed by a solemn mantra that was so incongruous with the extreme madness.

A fanatic who has lost his God.

Demons who had lost their place were releasing the anger and hatred they had accumulated in an instant.

Even though their throat was cut, body was pierced, and arms were severed, they just rushed forward and were busy biting and slaughtering those in front. As if their own life didn’t matter if they could defeat the opponent, they had their eyes turned upside down, surrendering themselves to the madness.

“Euaaaargh!”

“Spa- Spare me! Spare meeeee!”

Someone lost their will to fight. Some people gritted their teeth and fought back against charging enemies to the end. Some people turned their backs and ran away, while others, even as their arms were severed, managed to stab their enemies.

But the outcome they faced was uniformly brutal.

Death. It is truly an absolute ending.

The world is colored by a terrible death that does not even leave a body intact. Armored in fanaticism and wielding the swords of doctrine, the demons unleashed their hatred towards all living things at once.

Magyo (Demonic Cult). The dark name hidden in the abyss of Kangho burned like a blood-red flame.

The land of Hangzhou was being stained with demons (?(魔)).