RNP Chapter 21 The Evil God's Lewd Worship Deserves to be Killed!
Chapter 21 The Evil God's Lewd Worship Deserves to be Killed!
Time passed slowly, and Modi could clearly feel the surrounding curses becoming restless.
Their unusual movements reflected that Krishna's emotions were gradually getting out of control, and she had clearly sensed some danger.
But as a wicked god who had never been exposed to modern firearms, He did not know why the strange object on the altar gave Him this feeling.
Even if we knew, it wouldn't matter. His curse couldn't affect inanimate objects, and there were no living things nearby for him to interfere with.
"Judging by the time, it's about time."
As Modi calculated in his mind, he silently counted: "Three, two, one, explode."
The unease caused by the curse reached its peak, while in contrast, Mordy felt a surge of excitement.
He even heard the cry of the Deathbird, and the increasing power of death that followed proved it was not a hallucination.
The bloodthirsty audience tipped him again.
"boom--"
Under the watchful eyes of Mordi and several Frostblood White Walkers, the hill containing the Black Goddess collapsed in the explosion.
The shockwave arrived first, kicking up large amounts of soil, rocks, and mud, before the explosion occurred.
The commotion was so great that even the local earth god temple, far from the altar, could see and hear it.
"What kind of magic weapon is this?" The Earth God looked horrified. In his memory, only top-level cultivators could create such a spectacle.
"Modern technology." Long Yutian smirked. "I just don't know if this will work for Him."
The Earth God squinted, a wisp of incense smoke gathering within it. After a moment, he wiped away his tears and declared:
"In my humble opinion, such terrifying pure Yang fire, even if it cannot destroy Him who is essentially a curse, is enough to severely injure Him."
Thinking of this, he felt a little scared.
"I never expected that the human race from another realm would possess such a terrifying magical treasure. Fortunately, the mist is not connected to the Great Xuan Dynasty."
Otherwise, if the highest officials in the imperial court found out, who knows what kind of trouble it would cause.
The dust and sand stirred up by the shock wave expanded outwards.
When the dust reached Modi, the fixed spells [Magic Protection] and [Blood Flame Barrier] were instantly activated, completely isolating the dust and sand.
Before the dust had settled, Mordi moved, personally leading the Frostblood White Walkers toward the center of the explosion.
After the explosion, he keenly sensed that the surrounding curses calmed down for a moment before raging.
The curse of the entire Lotus Heart Village was drawn to something, rushing towards the center of the explosion.
The closer he got, the louder and more piercing the baby's cries became, as if warning him not to go any further.
"It seems I underestimated you. With such a display of power, your strength must have been close to that of an immortal before the explosion."
But the past is the past. Now that she has been hit by a huge explosion, the strength of the Black Heavenly Buddha Mother has probably dropped considerably.
Mordi continued forward, exhaling a cold wind with the Frostblood White Walkers to disperse the dust obscuring their vision.
Things ahead became clear. At the center of the explosion, which had turned into a huge crater, a large number of curses converged and formed a huge, blackish-purple humanoid figure.
Judging from its appearance, it is similar to the previous sculptures, except that the red cloth covering its head is gone, and the disgusting mouth that replaced the head can be seen.
Even though Modi was used to seeing all kinds of storms, he was still amazed by His free and abstract appearance.
"I offer your name, I offer your name..."
A faint murmur sounded in his ear, and an inexplicable fear grew in his heart. He immediately realized that this was the effect of the curse of the Black Goddess.
After a moment's hesitation, a name slipped out: "The fiercest tiger of the Ryō Dynasty, the innocent Ding Yilang."
The whispers in her ear paused for a moment, then grew much louder, revealing that the Black Goddess's anger was rising.
He didn't give the Black Goddess a chance to think, and rattled off a series of names like reciting a menu:
"Oriental Snow Lotus".
"Cthulhu Sugar."
"Koji Tadokoro."
"..."
Realizing that her murmurs were useless, the Black Heavenly Mother simply shut her mouth and focused all her energy on generating fear in Modi's heart.
But it didn't really help.
He had experienced something similar before when dealing with Wendigo. Now that he had merged with the Wendigo bloodline and practiced martial arts, his mental resistance was much higher than before.
Even before he was strengthened, he might not have been able to induce fear, let alone now.
"You seem to have a lot of tricks up your sleeve. Why don't you just take action directly?"
Modi calmed his fear, put on the Page of Devia, and with a slight raise of his hand, a large number of ice arrows shot towards the Black Heavenly Mother.
The Page of Deviany enhanced his spellcasting ability; even basic ice spells like Frostbolt were rendered as if they were ice bombs, exploding wherever they hit.
Faced with this overwhelming rain of arrows, the Black Heavenly Buddha Mother's enormous body could not dodge in time, and she could only shake the strange prop in her hand to form a curse barrier to protect herself.
On His left hand, a bleeding human head opens its eyes, and as its lips open and close, it recites obscure scriptures, blessing the barrier.
In the bowl held in his other hand, blood boiled and flew out, transforming into a blood-red cloth that wrapped around him, becoming a second line of defense.
The rain of arrows collided with the curse barrier, blasting open a large expanse of icy mist, causing the temperature on the field to drop even further.
The low temperature made Mordi feel comfortable. He took a deep breath of concentrated ether, waved his hand again, and released another dense barrage of ice arrows.
White mist billowed, and the Frostblood Demon merged into it, silently circling behind and stealthily approaching the Black Heavenly Mother.
He was preoccupied with dealing with the relentless rain of arrows and did not notice that the Frostblood White Walkers suddenly raised their ice blades and attacked from the side and rear.
The ice blade imbued with the true energy of cold blood annihilates the curse that constitutes His body, and each swing takes away a portion of the curse's black energy.
Caught off guard, Black Heaven Buddha Mother's mind was distracted, and her front line of defense was breached, completely torn apart by the rain of arrows.
"This is what a mage should be like."
Surrounded by several Frostblood White Walkers, Mordi calmly cast spells and absorbed ether, facing off against the turret-style mage.
The mutual transformation of Cold Blood True Qi and Magic Power, the condensation of Ether and Death Power, and the blessing of the Wendigo three-piece set and Deviany's possession.
With various positive buffs stacked up, he is now a humanoid self-propelled turret with no cooldown on spells, a large mana reserve, and high spell power.
Now who would dare say he's not a legitimate mage?
"This is outrageous...!"
In a fit of anger, the Black Goddess spoke for the first time in her own voice, instead of her usual murmured tone.
He knew that if things continued like this, he would not last long before being killed by the endless stream of ice arrows.
Those zombie-like creatures behind him were easy to deal with, but if He got distracted, a constant barrage of arrows would take advantage of the situation.
The death power on the Frost Arrow was too much of a counter to Him; even though His essence was a curse, it would be completely obliterated by the death power.
"How could I encounter such a freak? He summons higher beings at the drop of a hat. Are people from other worlds this ruthless?"
With things having come to this point, the Black Goddess could no longer afford to deplete her own resources. One by one, blurry figures appeared and protected her.
These figures include men and women, young and old; they are all people who have given their true names to Him.
Modi glanced at it, his brows furrowing slightly, his face showing obvious displeasure.
After roughly counting the faces that were clearly those of infants, an exaggerated number appeared in his mind, and his right hand couldn't help but rest on the hilt of his sword.
"...Evil gods and licentious worship deserve to be killed."
Blood mist dissipated, and cold air condensed, forming a layer of blood-red ice armor that enveloped his body, beneath which were countless light gray scales.
The Wendigo skull was also covered in frost, and the empty eye sockets seemed to be flashing with blood, blending seamlessly with the gas mask below.
If the people of the continent of Itniti saw his appearance, they would most likely mistake him for a mutant Wendigo.
The power of death entangled the greatsword, and pale spiritual flames ignited on its blade.
He took the greatsword, dragged it on the ground, and took a step forward.
His pace quickened, his strides grew longer, and finally, clad in his obviously heavy armor and dragging a massive sword that resembled an alloy block, he charged straight toward the Black Heavenly Buddha Mother.
Like a heavily armored tank, its speed is astonishing.
The dull, rapid footsteps sounded, and before the Black Heavenly Buddha Mother, who had released the ghouls, could even breathe a sigh of relief, she saw a tall silhouette vaguely appearing in the white mist.
"That is...?"
Just as he came to his senses, he saw a blood-red shadow wielding a giant sword, slashing down at him.
The sword, burning with spiritual fire, tore through the curse barrier and, as easily as cutting paper, ripped apart the blood-soaked cloth that served as the second line of defense.
Although it wasn't as imposing as a rain of icy arrows, it was far more lethal.
The Black Heavenly Mother's body came into close contact with the sword, and the power of death instantly annihilated a large number of curses.
Modi's resolve was conveyed through the greatsword: he would no longer allow such an evil god to remain in this hopeful world.
Its body split open, and even its mouthpiece was cleaved in two. The Black Heavenly Buddha Mother hurriedly summoned her accomplices to come and help, but then the giant sword swept around.
The vengeful spirits He painstakingly collected vanished into thin air.
"Although I'm not a good person, I do have moments when I feel a sudden surge of kindness."
A claw covered in blood-red ice crystals gripped one of Black Buddha Mother's arms, and the death power wrapped around it allowed it to touch the invisible curse.
The death flames ignited, and with a slight effort, Modi tore off the arm, turning it into fuel for the flames.
"Don't rush, you still have seven arms and two legs, don't you?"
The voice, like that of an old demon, fell softly, and for the first time, despair arose in the heart of the Black Heavenly Buddha Mother. Even when she was severely injured and sealed away, she had never experienced despair.
But today, He experienced it, because of a guy who might not even be human.
The sounds of tearing and screaming echoed through the icy mist, sending chills down one's spine.
The Frostblood White Walkers stood in a circle, looking at each other, choosing to observe the Black Goddess's tragic state from the outside of the icy mist.
The torment didn't last long. The Black Goddess was completely turned into a human pig. Her remaining curse was not enough to repair her body. After being tormented for so long, she no longer made any futile struggles.
"Was it ruined?" Mordy leaned on his greatsword, pinning Him to the ground, a look of disappointment on his face.
"In that case, prepare for your destined death."
The deathbird let out a joyful cry, and the spirit fire burned even brighter.
Modi extended his icy claws towards the Black Heavenly Buddha Mother, one pressing down on her body and the other gripping her mouthparts, then pulled hard.
His entire mouthparts, along with the spine beneath his head, were pulled out, emanating a dark purple curse.
The spiritual fire ignited, burning the Black Goddess to ashes. Before dying, she attempted to unleash the most terrible curse upon Modi.
But when he showed her the flesh and blood dolls she carried with her, Krishna was completely speechless.
The curse was absorbed and distributed by the flesh and blood dolls, and not a single one fell on his head.