Zhou Huai remained silent and did not answer.
He had three reasons for choosing to stay and kill Kujo Naruya.
First, timing.
Now that Kujo Naruya has just been resurrected, the ritual has been forcibly interrupted, which is like a premature baby, born with congenital deficiencies.
Now is his weakest mont.
This is also the best opportunity to kill him!
It could even be said to be the only chance.
Once he misses today, and he fully recovers his strength, with the terrifying abilities of an SSS-level professional, even if all his clones are mobilized, along with Marshal Zhao, they would still be no match for him.
Releasing a tiger back into the mountains will lead to endless troubles.
Second, the task.
【Challenge Mission: Prevent Kujo Naruya from reviving, or defeat Kujo Naruya!】
【Mission Reward: Guaranteed one SSS-rank job draw!】
The previous attempt to "prevent resurrection" was, in a sense, a failure, because Kujo Naruya's consciousness had already awakened.
To obtain that tempting SSS-level reward, Zhou Huai now only has one path left—
Kill him!
A living SSS-class enemy, and an SSS-class clone of himself.
Zhou Huai had calculated this very clearly.
Third, and most importantly.
Zhou Huai thought of Marshal Zhao, who was on his way, and the soldiers of the Great Xia Army who were fighting bloody battles for this war.
If he were to escape with the Pendulum of Life now, and if Kujo Naruya were to go berserk and unleash his fury on the Great Xia army that would arrive later, it would be a one-sided massacre.
Marshal Zhao is old; he is no match for Kujo Naruya.
So no matter what, this SSS-rank Amaterasu must die!
Even if it ans using up all the clones present.
"call......"
Zhou Huai exhaled a breath of stale air, his black trench coat fluttering in the strong wind.
He raised his head and stared directly at the golden cocoon with its cracks widening, his eyes filled with murderous intent.
"Old man, stop living in the past."
"Your era ended a hundred years ago."
Faced with Caesar's murderous provocation and the established fact that Yasuo had taken the artifact, the golden cocoon, which should have been enraged, fell into an eerie calm.
Kyujo Naruya, inside the golden cocoon, remained unperturbed.
Instead, he chuckled, his laughter deep and gentle, carrying the tolerance and composure of an elder towards a younger generation.
"Young man, you am very interesting to ."
"To maintain such a strong fighting spirit in such a desperate situation, and even to bite back, even in the era of heroes a hundred years ago, you are truly a dragon among n."
He paused, his tone regretful.
"I really can't bear to kill you."
“If you had been born into my Yamato people, I would have adopted you as my godson and shared this world with you. Unfortunately... you are a Daxia person.”
"Since you insist on doing so, then you can't bla ."
As the final sigh faded, countless fine cracks appeared on the surface of the once indestructible golden cocoon, which could even withstand the impact of a nuclear explosion.
Click, click.
The crisp cracking sound was exceptionally clear atop the silent snow-capped mountain.
Then the golden cocoon cracked open, and countless golden rays burst forth from the crack.
There was no massive energy explosion as expected, nor any earth-shattering destructive phenonon.
The light was extrely soft, like the first ray of dawn breaking through the thin mist at dawn, warm and gentle, refreshing and soothing.
Wherever the light touched, the frozen soil, which had been ravaged by war, miraculously recovered; the ice and snow that had been evaporated by the high temperature refrozen into glistening frost flowers that drifted down from the sky.
It radiates vitality from the inside out, just like a newborn baby.
Imdiately afterwards, a figure stepped out from the golden cocoon.
There are no monsters with three heads and six arms, nor are there war gods clad in heavy armor.
He was a dignified old man dressed in a white hunting robe.
He looked to be around sixty or seventy years old, with a calm and dignified expression, relaxed eyebrows and eyes, and skin so fair it was almost translucent, with a soft, golden sheen beneath.
Her long, snow-white hair reached her waist, and instead of a crown, it was casually adorned with a few golden magatama and circular ornants symbolizing the sun.
The ornants swayed gently with his movents, emitting a light as gentle as the rising sun, not dazzling at all, yet making people afraid to look directly at them.
He stood tall and well-proportioned, with his hands behind his back and his bare feet on the void.
Her deanor is elegant and noble, understated yet possessing an innate sacred majesty.
A soft, circular halo of sunlight surrounds him year-round, rotating as if a gate to a divine kingdom has been opened behind him.
They seed to be true gods, sacred and inviolable.
Kujo Naruya, in the present world!
"Forefather... Ancestor..."
Looking at that figure that haunted my dreams, looking at that face that had been enshrined in the family portrait for a hundred years, it appeared vividly before my eyes.
Kujo Hiroharu was so excited that he trembled all over, his face covered in tears and snot, completely losing the dignity of a national leader.
He crawled over on his hands and feet, his forehead hitting the ground hard with a thud.
"Ancestor! You have finally co back to life! Your unworthy descendant, Kujo Hiroharu, pays his respects to you!"
Kujo Naruya lowered his eyes, looking at his disheveled, blood-covered descendant at his feet.
He didn't show any disgust; instead, he reached out and gently helped him up.
That hand was long and strong, and the palm was warm.
Kujo Naruya carefully brushed the dust off Kujo Hiroji's body, then gently touched his bloodied forehead with his fingertips.
Buzz—
A warm, golden current flowed in.
Kujo Hiroji felt an extre sense of comfort spread throughout his body, the wound on his forehead healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and even the energy and spirit that had been depleted due to overwork in the past few days were replenished at this ti.
Kujo Naruya looked at him with loving eyes, and finally whispered a word of comfort:
"You've worked hard, child."
"You did a great job."
It was just a simple complint.
However, it beca the final straw that broke the back of Hongzhi's nine psychological defenses.
This tyrant, who sacrificed his people, bore eternal infamy, and even personally pushed the country into the abyss in his attempt to resurrect his ancestors, finally couldn't hold back any longer.
"Waaaaah... Ancestor..."
He knelt on the ground, wailing loudly, looking like a wronged child seeing his parents, overwheld with grief.
Releasing long-suppressed emotions, all fear, stress, and madness are unleashed at this mont.
I feel like a wrecked ship ✧ NоvеIight ✧ (Original source) that has been adrift in stormy seas for a long ti, and has finally found a harbor.
This kind of emotion is so contagious.
Even Zhou Huai, who was watching this scene from afar, felt a strange stirring in his heart.
The golden light shone on , warm and comforting, making feel drowsy.
Looking at the kind old man, Zhou Huai couldn't help but recall the faces of his parents, whose features had long since faded.
Is this Amaterasu?
They were so kind and tolerant.
He felt as if he had returned to his parents' embrace, so reassuring that he even had the urge to lay down his weapon, go over and kneel at their feet, and beg them to pat his head.
"Let it go... I'm too tired..."
"By submitting to him, you will gain eternal peace..."
The voice in his heart was the devil's whisper, tempting Zhou Huai.
However, just as Caesar, controlled by Zhou Huai, was about to lower his hands.
A sharp, piercing pain shot through my very soul.
This was a "last gasp" before death; the excruciating pain granted him a mont of clarity.
Under the impact of reason, Zhou Huai's mind quickly cleared.
The filter in front of shattered.
That was hardly a kind elder.
That was clearly an ancient behemoth cloaked in human skin, feeding on all living beings! Behind that soft golden light lay a domineering will capable of incinerating everything!
"Hold!"
Zhou Huai secretly breathed a sigh of relief; his back was imdiately soaked with cold sweat.
I almost had the thought of surrendering.
This old thing doesn't even need to lift a finger; his built-in SSS-level ntal field alone is enough to crush the enemy's fighting spirit without shedding a drop of blood!
Is this the terrifying aspect of a god-level powerhouse?
Even soone with his strong will almost succumbed to his charms. If it were an ordinary person, they would have beco his fanatical believer by now!
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