The Hand of God Creates the Strongest Hidden Mist Village

Chapter 57 The Evil God Priest, the Blessing of Immortality

That night.

The night was dark and the wind was high, with thick fog covering the ground.

The abandoned mining area was deathly silent, with only the wailing sound of the wind passing through the abandoned mine shafts, like the cries of ghosts.

Led by Makoto Goji, the Mist Blade Squad, relying on Ao's Byakugan, silently infiltrated the depths of the mining area.

The mine is a hidden world inside, with interconnected tunnels that stretch to the horizon.

The deeper you go, the higher the temperature becomes, and the stronger the stench of sulfur and some kind of rust in the air becomes, along with a faint, nauseatingly sweet and bloody smell.

Qing's white eyes shone like beacons in the darkness, accurately guiding the way and avoiding some simple alarm traps and patrolling cultists.

A few minutes later, they arrived at a huge cavern space.

Countless sharp stalactites hang from the top of the cave, while the ground is an irregular, huge stone platform. The surface of the platform is covered with triangular black runes, which gleam ominously in the dim light of the dark red lava flowing at the bottom of the cave.

No, that's not black.

Rather, it was the traces left after countless drops of blood had flowed over the stone's patterns and dried!

At the center of the stone altar, a blood-red crescent scythe floated silently, surrounded by countless shackles that emerged from the altar, binding and restraining the blood scythe as if it were sealed away.

Around the altar, dozens of cultists dressed in black robes knelt on the ground, chanting eerie and fanatical prayers.

Behind them was a huge iron cage containing a dozen or so figures.

Most of them were dressed in rags, with withered faces, some with numb and desperate eyes, and others wailing and crying in fear. They were clearly sacrificial offerings captured by the evil god cult.

The hoarse voice echoed in the empty cave, mingling with the cries of the sacrifices to create a chilling harmony.

The air was filled with a mixture of sulfurous, bloody, and a cloyingly rotten smell, making one want to vomit!

"Sure, that's some weird chakra..."

Ao lowered his voice, veins bulging on his forehead, and stared intently at the blood scythe: "The chakra emanating from that blood scythe is extremely strange, filled with a large amount of resentment and twisted negative energy chakra."

"Most of the others have average chakra levels, but the leaders have cold, viscous chakra, and there seems to be some kind of connection between them and that scythe."

Gouju Cheng nodded slightly, his gaze fixed on what was below.

That scythe was somewhat similar to the one Hidan wielded, but it appeared more sinister, more like a symbol than a weapon.

As for what it symbolizes, it is naturally the so-called evil god!

"Where are the people from Kumogakure?"

"At our three o'clock position, about 150 meters away, at another fork in the mine tunnel," Qing immediately reported. "There are eight people in total, all lying in wait, with three of them exhibiting Jonin-level chakra activity. They seem to be observing as well, and don't appear to intend to make a move immediately."

"Looks like they're waiting for the ritual to reach a crucial stage, or for the cultists to lower their guard before making their move." Kisame Hoshigaki's shark-like mouth grinned. "They're quite patient, but it's a pity for these guys who were captured."

Anyone could see what these evil god followers wanted to do, but even so, the Cloud Ninjas were still in no hurry to make a move.

It seems these guys are definitely not here simply to wipe out the evil god cult!

"What a disgusting bunch of bastards."

Yuri said with disgust, "I'll chop all these scum to pieces later!"

Just then, the chanting below suddenly rose in pitch, becoming sharp and fervent!

The chief priest in the center of the stone platform suddenly spread his arms wide, his black robe slipped off, revealing a pale and withered face.

His eyes were fixed on the offerings inside the iron cage, filled with greedy longing.

"Fresh, vibrant souls and blood are the best offerings to please the great evil god."

"And tonight, we will surely draw closer to the grace of our Lord, and perhaps even... awaken a sliver of the power of the sacred artifacts!"

With a wave of his hand, the man ordered two black-robed cultists to open the iron cage and drag out a burly man who was gagged, bound hand and foot, and still struggling, to the edge of the stone platform.

The burly man was dressed like a local villager or miner, and his eyes were filled with extreme fear.

The high priest pulled a black stick from his robes and plunged it in without hesitation.

"Pfft!"

As blood splattered, the villagers' screams were choked in their throats, turning into muffled groans of despair.

Strangely, the spurting blood seemed to be drawn by an invisible force, and instead of splashing to the ground, it turned into thin blood lines that meandered towards the triangular runes on the surface of the stone platform.

When the runes came into contact with the blood, they actually glowed with a faint dark red light.

As blood was injected, the runes on the entire stone platform began to light up one by one, like strings of evil lamps being lit, and finally flowed into the Blood Scythe along the shackles around the stone platform.

"Buzz!"

A chilling, chaotic, and malevolent chakra burst forth from the Blood Scythe, sweeping across the entire cavern space like invisible ripples!

The kneeling cultists chanted even more fervently, their bodies trembling with excitement.

The offerings inside the iron cage let out even more desperate wails.

The runes on the altar shone brighter and brighter, and the blood scythe seemed to come alive, slowly wriggling and greedily absorbing the blood flowing from the shackles.

"interesting."

Gouju Cheng narrowed his eyes, looking at the blood scythe.

This chakra, filled with negative emotions and chaotic will, is completely different from the chakra of ordinary ninjas. It is more like the chakra of tailed beasts, but it is not as pure as the chakra of tailed beasts.

On the contrary, it is quite similar to the so-called dark chakra.

"Lord Evil God!"

"Please accept the offering and grant me eternal and unending grace!"

The high priest shouted fervently, directing the followers to kill one sacrifice after another and throw them in, while raising his hands high.

As countless drops of blood continued to flow in, the red light on the blood scythe, which was sealed by shackles, became even more dazzling. The entire scythe even trembled and emitted a deep hum, like a hungry beast that had been awakened!

The high priest's face broke into a ecstatic, almost distorted smile.

"We feel it! We feel the will of our Lord! The sacred artifacts are responding to our offerings!"

"Continue! More blood, purer souls!"

Two more sacrifices were dragged out and brutally executed in their desperate struggle.

More blood flowed into the runes, surging along the chains toward the Blood Scythe.

The Blood Scythe vibrated more and more intensely, and the cold chakra it emitted almost solidified, turning into a faint blood mist that permeated the area above the stone platform. The kneeling cultists breathed rapidly, their eyes filled with fanaticism and greed, as if they could already see themselves receiving the blessing of immortality!

"Captain, there's movement from the Cloud Village."

Qing suddenly whispered, "They're spreading out, flanking us from three directions... They're about to make their move!"

Perhaps they feared that the cult would gain even greater power after the ritual was completed, or perhaps they felt the time was right.

The Cloud Hidden Squad clearly wasn't planning to wait any longer.

However, Makoto Koji made a gesture to calm down.

"Don't rush."

"Let them fight first."