The Legend Of Konoha Iruka

Chapter 65-Bloody Altar

Back home, it was almost dark, and Iruka couldn’t wait to practice.

Sure enough, the Yin attribute power of the night is relatively strong.

Iruka practiced for two or three hours, gathered a certain amount of Yin attribute power, and then reopened the scroll of Onmyoji.

“Entering the gods to see illusions, five squares, happy eyes…” Iruka picked a few practical onmyojis and recited their spells over and over again.

There are many similarities between onmyoji and ninjutsu. On the whole, the power of onmyoji is greater than that of ninjutsu. Of course, the steps of onmyoji are much more cumbersome than ninjutsu.

“How should the Yang attribute power be used?” Iruka still doesn’t quite figure it out, and there is no record of the scrolls of the Nara clan. However, this is not a very important matter. Cultivation should always be done step by step.

“Cough cough”, there were two soft coughs outside, and Grandpa Popo reminded: “Iruka, go to bed early. You have just finished your task, so you’d better stay at home for two days.”

“I see, Grandpa Bobo.” This time I performed the task, I was really not relaxed, whether it was mentally or physically, I was a little tired.

Suddenly, Iruka felt something strange in the air, and then went out and looked at the deep night sky, not knowing what was thinking.

“Grandpa Popo, do you feel something is wrong?” Iruka frowned.

“No.” Grandpa Bobo tightened his coat tightly: “It’s late at night, and it feels getting colder and colder.”

“Yeah” Iruka is still frowning. It’s cold in the middle of the night. This is a normal thing, but why is she upset?

…

The night is getting deeper and deeper, and the weather is getting colder and colder.

In the forest not far from Iruka’s home, an oval blood-colored altar slowly emerged from the ground. A dozen people gathered around them. Their eyes were burning, their hands dancing and dancing, as if they were doing some kind of sacrifice.

In the middle of the altar, there are two divine thoughts, and they are talking to each other.

“Cthulhu, what do you mean? I ask you to do me a favor, so will you find me such a bunch of rubbish?”

“Shinigami, I have tried my best, do you think those powerful ninjas will be tempted by me? Impossible, unless they dare to come to the underworld.”

That’s right, the two gods that are talking come from Shinigami and Cthulhu.

“Humph” Shinigami snorted coldly and didn’t say anything. The creatures of the underworld can’t live in the sun. If they want to descend to the sun, they must sacrifice themselves voluntarily.

Nowadays, no matter whether it is Shinigami or Cthulhu, their bodies can’t survive, so they have to confuse some human beings with weaker spiritual power to act on their behalf.

“Great Cthulhu, please give me strength. I am willing to sacrifice my soul, I am willing to sacrifice my body, and I am willing to sacrifice everything I have.”

More than a dozen fanatical human beings said one after another that they have been called by God and will soon become servants of God and become God’s agents in this world. This glory cannot be added.

The Cthulhu sneered coldly, his mind moved slightly: “I only need a servant, the most powerful one among you.”

Sure enough, as soon as the voice fell, more than a dozen fanatical people started fighting each other, and all the blood they shed would gather on the altar, condensing one blood cell after another.

Soon, only one person stood at the end, surprisingly the fat vendor who sold pornographic books during the day. However, his condition was not very good at this time, he was covered in blood, his face was hideous, only his eyes still retained the awe and desire for the altar.

“My Lord Cthulhu,” the fat merchant leaned over to the ground, his attitude beyond reverence.

“Very well, my servant” came the faint voice of the evil god: “I will give you strength and long life, as long as you follow my instructions to harvest your soul, my glory will always be protected by you.”

“Fart” Shinigami curled his lips on the side. What is a Cthulhu? It’s just that there is no ghost in the underworld who has mixed with the boss. Although it is relatively strong, it is always on the wild road, and there is no glory at all.

“Shinigami, can you get better?” Cthulhu was a little angry, and I was pouring chicken soup for the believers. Can you fucking just expose it!

“Okay, okay, you go on.” Shinigami had to choose to shut up. Although the evil god is a wild way, he is much better than their Shinigami in the crooked way. If you want to ask him, let’s be honest.

However, the fat vendor didn’t realize what happened just now, and the communication of divine mind was not something he could touch, so he didn’t know what Shinigami said.

The evil god continued to flicker: “My loyal servant, come to the altar and accept my blessing.”

“Yes, Lord Cthulhu,” the fat merchant crawled forward and quickly arched to the front of the altar.

When the Cthulhu thought moved, on the altar, a blood cell burst open and turned into a blood mist, floating and falling onto the fat merchant.

Soon, the fat vendor’s injuries healed at a speed that was visible to the naked eye. If it weren’t for the Bloodline on the clothes, it wouldn’t be obvious that the fat boss had been injured just now.

“Thank you, Lord Cthulhu, thank you Lord Cthulhu.” The fat vendor couldn’t help but kowtow. Now he is convinced of the greatness of the Cthulhu. What kind of ninja and Hokage are all scumbags in front of Lord Cthulhu.

“My loyal servant, you look for a man named Iruka in Konoha, bring him here, and sacrifice his soul to me. I will give you the power of God.”

The Cthulhu’s voice floated and floated, as if it contained a kind of magic power, which made people unable to refuse.

However, the fat merchant didn’t want to refuse at all, he was anxious to do things for the evil god, and then become the slave of the evil god.

The blood cells on the altar broke a few more, turned into a denser blood mist, and injected it into the fat merchant’s body.

In an instant, the fat merchant’s body became as large as a balloon. The blood spurted all over his body, and there was a kind of beast’s neigh in his breath.

“Go”, the Cthulhu gave an order, and the fat merchant ran quickly. His current speed was close to Genin.

…

The hour is slowly approaching, the time of the day when the Yin Qi is at its peak.

Iruka was lying on the bed, tossing and turning. He always felt that his soul was being drawn. This feeling seemed to exist, and it was very ethereal.

“Is Shinigami here?” Iruka frowned. “Impossible, Shinigami can’t get out of the underworld at all now.”

“Boom”, a loud noise blew up from the courtyard.

Iruka stood up, holding a shuriken, and quickly appeared outside the house.

“This is…” Iruka used the starlight to see the visitor clearly: “Boss, are you here to sell porn?”