Chapter 441 The First Encounter Between the Evil God Cult and the Roots (5 Chapters Missing)

One hundred and thirty kilometers south of Tangyin Village, there is a small village that looks nothing special on the outside, but there is no human habitation.

Tens of meters underground, a huge hall suddenly appeared.

Painful roars and heart-stopping screams echoed in this empty valley-like hall.

Below, hundreds of people in dark robes all knelt on the ground piously.

They were holding a necklace in their hands, half-raised in front of their chests, with their eyes closed and mumbling something.

In front of these people who behaved strangely was a huge bloody altar, with a huge symbol painted in blood on the back of the altar.

The pattern of this logo is the same as the necklace in their hands, which is a circle wrapping an equilateral triangle.

And under the scarlet symbol is a creepy altar.

Several people who looked like sacrifices, holding terrifying instruments of torture, were performing the necessary processing on the "sacrifice".

The so-called "sacrifice" refers to several living people.

Judging from their torn clothing, there were common people, injured ninjas, and even a nobleman wearing silk and satin.

The remains of severed limbs are scattered around the altar, some have turned into bones, and some are in decay.

This shows that these "sacrifice" are not the first batch.

"ah--"

"ah--"

"..."

After several painful screams, a middle-aged woman with civilian appearance slowly turned into a broken corpse, or a messy wreckage, without any sound.

The middle-aged man dressed as a ninja could no longer endure such a scene. He suddenly became violent, knocked down a priest, and tried to escape.

"Shua——"

A red light passed by, and the escaping ninja lowered his head in horror, only to find that his body had become three pieces.

An old man holding a bloody March Scythe came out of the shadows with a cruel smile on his face.

Tick ​​tock—tick tock—

Blood dripped from the blade of the March Sickle. The old man shook his head and complained: "What a troublesome sacrifice, can't you just complete your mission obediently? This is blasphemy to God!"

"This is an unqualified sacrifice, get rid of it!"

He pointed at the corpse on the ground, and several priests stepped forward and threw the corpse aside as if they were cleaning up garbage.

The old man turned his head, his purple pupils flashing with excitement: "It's been a long time since I personally delivered a sacrifice to Lord Evil God. Let's do something active today!"

He walked towards the altar step by step. The remaining civilians were all pale and trembling.

"Old...old fairy...don't kill me, I have money, I have a lot of money!"

The well-dressed nobleman was about forty years old, and his originally round face was already stained with blood, tears and snot.

He was tied tightly to the altar with a rope and twisted his body and said: "I am the father-in-law of the daimyo. I have shares in Pingyasubo. I have a lot of money. I can give you all of this!"

"Oh? A daimyo? A daimyo from the Land of Fire? If so, I can pray to God to forgive your sins." The old man looked at him with joking eyes and said calmly.

"this……"

The nobles who are about to be slaughtered want to cry, the Daimyo of the Land of Fire?

Who doesn't know that the Fire Nation Daimyo is over a hundred years old?

Even if she wanted to dedicate her daughter to him, he wouldn't accept it well!

Of course, this nobleman is not the father-in-law of the Daimyo of the Country of Fire. He is the father-in-law of the Daimyo of the Country of Tang.

But there is a difference between a daimyo and a daimyo. Obviously in the minds of these cultists, the daimyo of the Kingdom of Tang is far less prestigious than the daimyo of the Land of Fire.

The middle-aged nobleman cried bitterly and felt extremely regretful.

If there is still a future, you must go to Konoha to hire ninjas when traveling. The ninjas of Yuno Country are simply unreliable!

Let's not talk about combat ability. Anyway, it is known as "the country forgotten by the war". The combat ability of ninjas is definitely not comparable to that of Konoha. Let's talk about the professional attitude of this ninja...

Bah, this villain has no professional attitude at all!

The ninja who just revolted was not hired by the middle-aged noble, but a ninja captured by the Evil God Cult from somewhere.

And Tang Ren, hired by a middle-aged noble, is kneeling under the main hall!

It wasn't a matter of whether that ninja protected his employer or not, but that he was directly a follower of the Evil God Cult, and he sent his employer to the slaughterhouse with just a raise of his hand.

"Old god, I am the father-in-law of the Daimyo of the Kingdom of Yu. However, the Kingdom of Yu's money is not less than that of the Kingdom of Fire. I can contribute all my property to you, and I can also convert to the divine religion!"

As the March sickle old man came closer and closer, the middle-aged noble struggled more violently.

In despair, he continued to report his huge wealth, and even expressed his willingness to convert to the evil religion.

But the old man was unmoved at all and raised the March Sickle. The sharp blade reflected the dim light of the candle and looked extremely terrifying.

"Money? A dirty thing, and you are an even dirtier infidel.

Those who do not understand the pain of others will be punished by God. Please use your shouts and pain to provide a pleasant ceremony to God! "

He said that the sickle was about to be swung down.

"boom!"

Suddenly a huge sound came from above.

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"Damn it, Fugaku, do you know how to drive?"

The bus at its base hit the wall of the village and was damaged beyond recognition.

Fortunately, the front of the car was severely deformed, but the car did not catch fire and no one was injured.

Kato Shizune was well protected by her uncle, while everyone else basically had a good buffer.

On long journeys, taking turns driving is normal.

Except for Elder Danzo, who was stuck in the back seat and couldn't move easily, everyone in the Roots had to take turns driving.

It's 6:05 pm.

And Uchiha Fugaku took over from his cousin, Uchiha Tatsumi, at the steering wheel, and the time was six o'clock sharp.

Yasuo covered his head, feeling that he shouldn't be soft-hearted, and agreed to Fugaku's request.

Although cars are not yet common in Konoha, they are definitely not unfamiliar to the senior executives here.

Except for Kato Shizune, everyone has a driver's license. Fugaku's one has perfect scores in all subjects and is exempt from the exam for life!

Of course, this driver's license was issued by the Konoha Police Force. Yasuo had expected whether there was any moisture in it.

But driving from Konoha to Yugakure Village is a flat road, and there are not many pedestrians at all, let alone cars.

In such road conditions, even if it were left to Kato Shizune to drive, nothing would happen.

It is precisely for this reason that despite Fugaku's various requests, Yasuo still agreed to let him get over his driving addiction.

result……

It’s okay to randomly shift gears, it’s okay to use the brake as the accelerator, but to actually get lost on a straight road is too much!

Yasuo climbed out of the car, spread out the map, looked at the direction of the setting sun, and looked confused.

here……

What the hell is this place?

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