I Created a Containment Object at the Start, and Became a God

96: Summon! Soldiers of Hell!On a rooftop in the distance.

Lin Zhi quietly watched the bloody ruins below, and the twisted creature that was laughing maniacally amidst the ruins, bathed in blood and organs.

In his deep eyes, there was no disgust, no pity, only a faint hint of amusement, as if seeing an experimental result exceed expectations, and a barely perceptible... satisfaction.

“Such... astonishing efficiency of corruption.”

He murmured in a low voice, a strange admiration in his tone.

“Just a tiny seed of power, a small mask, cast into this soil full of suppression, distortion, and perverted factors... it actually managed to catalyze a timid coward into such a... pure embodiment of destruction in such a short time.”

His gaze slowly swept around.

In the night, thousands of ordinary citizens, like startled ants, cried and shoved, frantically fleeing through the streets, trying to escape this hell on earth that had suddenly descended.

Panic spread rapidly like a plague through this district of Tokyo, car alarms, screams, and trampling sounds intertwining into a chaotic symphony.

Watching the immense panic and disaster caused by his casual act, Lin Zhi’s lips slowly curved into a cold, pleased arc.

“Since the stage is set and the actors are performing so well... then let the climax be even more intense.”

With a slight thought, that thought, imbued with absolute seductive power, once again, like an invisible thread, precisely wrapped around Jirō’s soul, which had been completely swallowed by darkness:

“Kill... my masterpiece...”

“Kill to your heart’s content... cleanse this disgusting, hypocritical world...”

“Don’t stop... tear apart and devour all living, breathing creatures within your sight!”

“Do you feel the power sleeping deep within the mask on your face? Don’t be afraid... embrace it! Release the ultimate darkness deep within your heart, which you yourself have never noticed!”

“Use your hate! Use your anger! Use your boundless desire for slaughter as a sacrifice... awaken the soldiers sleeping in the cracks of hell!”

“Summon them to the human world! Let them follow in your footsteps! Turn this land... into your own... bloody hell!”

“Kill them all! Everyone who ever looked down on you! Mocked you! Bullied you! And those... indifferent bystanders! Leave no one alive!”

These whispers, filled with temptation and madness, poured directly into the depths of Jirō’s mind like the most vicious curse!

“Arghhh—!!!”

Jirō, who was laughing wildly, suddenly clutched his masked head as if struck by a powerful electric current.

His body convulsed violently, and a roar of pain intertwined with ecstasy erupted from his throat.

The expression beneath the mask frantically switched between extreme excitement, heart-wrenching pain, endless resentment, and utter madness!

The dark energy originating from the Bloodthirsty Mask within him, catalyzed by this external, higher-level will, began to boil, expand, and qualitatively transform at an unprecedented speed.

It furiously unearthed the dark memories and twisted desires from the deepest layers of his soul that even he himself had forgotten!

“Hate! Hate! Hate!!!”

“Kill! Kill! Kill!!!”

“Destroy! Destroy everything!!!”

A few seconds later, all struggles and painful expressions abruptly ceased.

Jirō slowly, with an extremely stiff and bizarre posture, stood upright again.

He lowered his hands from his head.

At this moment, the aura emanating from him was no longer mere savagery and bloodlust, but had transformed into a deeper, colder stillness and absolute evil, as if connected to the Nine Nether Hells!

The patterns on his Oni mask seemed to come alive, emitting a faint, dark red glow, as if from the Underworld.

The mask’s eye sockets had become two bottomless whirlpools.

He slowly raised an arm, pointing it at the ruins covered in corpses and blood before him, and chanted inhuman incantations in a layered, twisted voice, as if countless spirits were screaming simultaneously:

“By my blood... by my resentment... by the abyss of my endless darkness, I offer this sacrifice.”

“Oh, trampled remains, sleeping in the cracks of the Underworld.”

“Devour my flesh, drink my marrow, answer this cursed call.”

“Descend upon the present world, tear everything apart, devour all flesh and blood.”

As he chanted, the ground beneath his feet began to shake violently and crack.

Thick, black-red mist, reeking of sulfur and decay, surged out from the cracks!

From within the mist came grating sounds of bones rubbing, the dragging of metal, and countless hungry, resentful roars!

Skeleton warriors, clad in shattered armor, with ghost fires burning in their eyes and wielding rusted weapons.

Demonic Hounds, twisted in form like skinned beasts, dripping corrosive saliva.

And even more indescribable, terrifying phantoms, made of pure malice and negative energy... began to crawl out from the cracks, from the shadows, in an endless stream!

Their numbers grew, quickly forming a demonic legion radiating death and destruction.

They prostrated themselves at Jirō’s feet, emitting whimpers of submission, their crimson gazes simultaneously fixed on the fleeing humans in the distance, who radiated vitality!

“Hahahahaha!!!”

Jirō stood atop the ruins, looking down at the demonic legion summoned from his deepest darkness and resentment, letting out a crazed, satisfied laugh.

This army, filled with the aura of death and destruction, made him feel an unprecedented sense of power, of controlling everything.

He violently waved a hand, pointing at the Tokyo citizens who were crying and scattering like ants in the night, issuing a command for slaughter that was utterly ruthless:

“Go forth! My children!”

“Hunt! Slaughter! Devour!”

“All living things before you... that breathe and scream...”

“Leave no one... tear them all to shreds!!”

“Roar AOOOOW—!!!”

The demonic legion let out a deafening roar, filled with hunger and bloodlust.

The next second, this terrifying torrent composed of skeleton warriors, hellhounds, and resentful phantoms, like a breached black tide, surged in all directions.

They rushed onto the streets, crashed through houses, and pounced on the desperately fleeing crowds!

“Ah—! Monsters!!”

“Help! Don’t come closer!”

“Mom! Where are you?!”

Instantly, this once bustling Tokyo district was completely transformed into a bloody hell on earth.

Screams, cries, the sound of bones shattering, monster roars, collapsing buildings... intertwined into a symphony of despair! Blood stained the streets, and severed limbs flew everywhere.

“Ca-captain...”

Doctor looked at the apocalyptic scene before him, then at Tsukuyomi’s torn body scattered among the ruins, and a deep sense of powerlessness and despair instantly engulfed him.

The energy readings on his instrument screen had maxed out, and the chaotic energy field interference even caused the instrument to emit an overload alarm.

“It’s over... completely out of control... Tokyo... is about to plunge into utter chaos...”

Kenshin, Crow, and Brute were also pale-faced and cold all over.

They knew that with just the four of them, let alone eliminating this terrifying Demon General and his demonic legion, even surviving this hell was an unknown!

And just then, a suffocating sense of oppression descended from above!

Jirō’s massive figure appeared silently before the four, like a ghost, blocking their only retreat.

His pupils, burning with hellfire beneath the mask, mockingly swept over their faces, which were etched with horror and despair.

“Heh heh... elites of the Empire...”

Jirō’s voice was like sandpaper, with the playful taunt of a cat toying with a mouse, “Just now... weren’t you all so arrogant? Now... why are you trembling like quails?”

He slowly raised his massive claw, stained with blood and shredded flesh, and dark red destructive energy began to gather in his palm.

“Your captain... must be very lonely on her journey...”

“Let me send you... to join her!”

“Are you... ready... to die?”

Before his words finished, Jirō’s figure suddenly blurred! Carrying aBlood Wind (bloody wind), he launched a fatal attack on the four!

“Gyokusai!!” Kenshin roared, his katana unsheathed with a clang! Doctor, Crow, and Brute also suppressed their fear, exploding with their last reserves of energy, preparing to fight to the death!

However, facing Jirō, who completely overwhelmed them in strength, speed, and defense, and could also summon a demonic legion, their resistance seemed so pale and desperate...