Chapter 97: Explosive Prodigy
Boom！！！！！！！！！！！！
The ear-splitting explosion instantly swallowed the entire Tokyo Do.
The enormous shockwave blasted the do skyward.
Countless fragnts fell downward like raindrops.
Flas shot into the sky, thick smoke billowed.
The entire Do seed as if an invisible giant hand had instantly kneaded it into a mass of scrap tal.
“Damn it!”
“Another lunatic?!”
“This ga is full of lunatics!”
Standing at the center of the stage, Asahara Shoko ground his teeth, swiftly mobilizing an imnse amount of faith power to erect a solid protective barrier around himself.
He had never imagined that, in a city already completely brainwashed and fully under his control, soone would still dare to make a move against him!
And the very first strike was a mutual-destruction style of attack!
……
At the center of the explosion.
Tanaka Taro stood atop the ruins, looking at the scene of utter annihilation before him, a smile uglier than crying appearing on his face.
But his anger had not yet burned out, because his revenge was not yet over.
“It’s not over yet……”
He looked at Asahara Shoko hiding within the light barrier in the distance, a trace of madness flashing in his eyes.
“As long as you’re not dead, my explosions won’t stop!”
Tanaka Taro exhausted all his ntal power, controlling the air around Asahara Shoko to explode!
“Go to hell! False god!”
Boom！！！！！！！！
The second explosion erupted.
This ti, its power was several tis more terrifying than the previous strike!
The horrifying fireball instantly swallowed Asahara Shoko’s figure.
Even that seemingly indestructible faith shield developed dense cracks under this blow, as if it would shatter at any mont.
“Ahhhhhhh!”
Asahara Shoko’s shrill screams echoed from within the sea of flas.
……
Outside the Tokyo Do.
The once-noisy plaza instantly fell into dead silence.
Everyone stared blankly at the soaring flas and the continuously collapsing Do.
“What… what happened?”
“An explosion! It’s a terrorist attack!”
“Run!”
Panic erupted instantly.
The crowd scread as they scattered and fled, stampedes occurring frequently.
Police sirens, ambulance sirens, and fire engine sirens mixed together, resounding through the sky.
The Neon Cabinet.
“Report! A large-scale explosion has occurred at the Tokyo Do!”
“Preliminary assessnt indicates explosive yield comparable to a micro-missile!”
“The Cult Leader… the Cult Leader…”
The Neon Pri Minister abruptly stood up from his seat, his face filled with shock and fury.
“Hurry! Imdiately send people to the scene!”
“No matter the cost, the Cult Leader must be rescued!”
……
Tokyo Do, amid the ruins.
The aftershock of the explosion finally dissipated.
Smoke and dust filled the air.
All the survivors outside the Do held their breath, staring fixedly at the center of the ruins.
Was the “god” dead?
Just as everyone was guessing—
Whoosh—
A fierce wind arose out of nowhere, blowing away the smoke and dust filling the sky.
At the center of the charred stage, a figure slowly stood up.
Asahara Shoko.
The white robe on his body had already been burned to ashes, revealing the scorched black skin beneath.
His hair had been burned away as well, his face covered with horrifying blisters and scars.
But he was not dead.
“Good… very good…”
Asahara Shoko lowered his head, his voice hoarse, like two pieces of sandpaper grinding against each other.
“A mortal… actually managed to injure a god’s body…”
He slowly raised his head.
Those eyes that had once been filled with compassion and holiness had now completely turned into pitch-black abysses.
That was a god’s indifference toward ants.
“You… deserve to die.”
He extended a single finger, pointing from afar at Tanaka Taro in the stands.
Buzz—
An invisible fluctuation instantly crossed a distance of several hundred ters.
Before Tanaka Taro could even make any reaction, he felt his body being bound in place by an irresistible force.
Imdiately after.
He felt every cell in his body trembling, wailing.
It was a deprivation originating from the essence of life itself.
“Sacrifice.”
Asahara Shoko coldly spat out two words.
Pfft!
Tanaka Taro violently spat out a mouthful of blood.
Then the blood transford into a crimson mist and flew toward Asahara Shoko.
Not just blood.
His vitality, his soul, even his anger, were forcibly extracted at this mont, becoming nourishnt for Asahara Shoko.
“No… I’m not willing to accept this…”
Tanaka Taro looked at the demon rapidly recovering before him, bloody tears flowing from his eyes.
He had given everything, even wagering his own life, yet he still could not shake this false god in the slightest?
Was there truly no justice in this world?
“Justice?”
Asahara Shoko seed to hear his inner thoughts, the corners of his mouth lifting into a cruel smile.
“In this world, power is justice.”
“I am god. What I say is the truth.”
He took a deep breath, devouring Tanaka Taro’s last remaining vitality completely.
As this power surged in, the wounds on his body healed at a visible speed. The scorched black skin peeled away, revealing beneath it newly reborn skin that was even fairer and even more resilient.
Even the charred hair on his head grew back, becoming even darker and thicker.
In just a few seconds.
He recovered from a severely injured, near-death state to his peak, even stronger than before!
This was the terrifying recovery ability bestowed by the faith of tens of millions of believers!
As long as the believers were not completely exterminated, he was immortal!
“Now, it’s ti to send you on your way.”
Asahara Shoko looked at Tanaka Taro, already on his last breath, without the slightest trace of pity in his eyes.
He casually waved his hand.
Boom!
A beam of holy light descended from the sky, directly blasting Tanaka Taro’s corpse into dust, leaving not even a trace behind.
【Player 【Preacher】 killed Player 【Explosive Prodigy】】
【Current remaining players: 9】
……
After finishing all this, Asahara Shoko turned around and looked at those believers who had survived the explosion and were now trembling with fear.
That compassionate, sorrowful smile once again appeared on his face.
“My children, do not be afraid.”
His voice, amplified by divine power, once more resounded throughout the entire stadium.
“This is a trial by demons, a test of our faith.”
“As long as we unite as one, as long as we remain steadfast in our belief, no evil can defeat us!”
“Long live the Church of Myriad Spirits!”
“Long live Venerable Asahara!”
Those believers who had been utterly terrified seed to find their backbone once more after hearing these words.
They forgot the tragedy that had just occurred, forgot the corpses around them, and once again knelt on the ground, prostrating themselves toward that “god” who had returned from the dead.
Even more fervent, even more frenzied than before.
Because they had personally witnessed a “miracle”——resurrection from death!
This proved that Asahara Shoko truly was a god!
Invincible!
Looking at the ocean of fanaticism beneath his feet, the coldness in Asahara Shoko’s eyes deepened further.
“Foolish mortals……”
He sneered inwardly.
Whoever dared to block his path to godhood had to die!
“That heretic who blasphed the divine has already been reduced to ashes by divine punishnt!”
“But the demon’s lackeys have not been completely eradicated!”
“They must be eliminated.”
“Leave not a single one.”
“Transmit my divine oracle!”
Asahara Shoko’s gaze beca sharp as a blade, piercing through layers of ruins, as if he saw all the “players” hidden in the dark corners of the city.
Asahara Shoko’s voice beca incomparably majestic.
“Citywide hunt for heretics!”
“Anyone who does not believe in the Church of Myriad Spirits is a lackey of demons!”
“Rewards for reporting! Kill without rcy!”
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