I want to dedicate the ninja world to the evil god

If there was a keen biologist in the Kingdom of Sichuan, he would find that the number of toads in the Kingdom of Sichuan seems to have increased a lot recently.

In the hinterland of Kawa Country, on the edge of a small town more than ten kilometers away from the capital, toads kept jumping out of the muddy puddles that had accumulated just after the rain.

Unlike ordinary toads, its eyes reveal a hint of human-like agility.

After shaking his head to make sure there was no danger or other people around him, he suddenly opened his mouth.

Along with the pulling of the mucus in the mouth, an arm first poked out from its mouth, and then propped it up on the ground, and a burly figure came out of the mouth of this little toad in a very strange way.

The figure had long white hair, wore a red vest, red camouflage on his face, a ninja costume, and a pair of clogs of the same color. The forehead protector on his forehead had a large word "oil" engraved on it.

The visitor was none other than Jiraiya, who relied on the [Toad Hidden] technique to sneak into the hinterland of the Kingdom of Kawa, the area controlled by the Evil God Cult, to collect intelligence.

"Is this the territory of the Evil God Cult?"

He raised his hand and looked at the small town in front of him.

It was evening at this time, and streaks of smoke were floating in the sky above the town.

Perhaps because he was very confident in his infiltration method, Jiraiya immediately walked towards the town without much hesitation.

On the way, he also encountered a convoy that was about to enter the town. Jiraiya followed the trend and used his transformation technique to transform into an honest-looking farmer, and mixed in with the convoy as he prepared to enter the city.

It was said to be a convoy, but it was actually just dozens of ragged refugees driving two donkeys and dragging some goods. Most of the members actually walked on two feet.

Due to living in the open air for a long time, the faces of these refugees are quite unhealthy, their clothes are torn, and the soles of their shoes are worn away. Many of them walk barefoot.

But even in this difficult situation, Jiraiya felt a sense of hope in them.

It was difficult for him to describe this feeling, but he could clearly feel that they were not walking numbly, but were moving forward with a certain faith and full of hope.

And this hope combined with their current situation gave Jiraiya a strong sense of separation and some indescribable uneasiness.

At the entrance of the town, several members of the Evil Cult were conducting routine inspections.

These official members of the evil cult are called [Divine Guards], who are responsible for maintaining the order of [God's Kingdom] and managing ordinary believers like them.

As the convoy approached, the so-called divine guards guarding the entrance to the town began to question the convoy.

"My lord, what are you doing here?"

Several divine guards surrounded the convoy and began to inspect the goods on it.

The leader of the convoy was a middle-aged man. He covered his heart with one hand, looked at the old capital in the distance, and said with a pious face: "This is our trip to the Holy Capital to worship our Lord!"

"It is the evil god who has given us food and new life. No matter what, we should come to worship."

"It would be even better if the priest can be selected as a divine guard and serve in front of the evil god."

Very normal reason.

After all, [The Kingdom of God] has been recruiting people on a large scale recently, and many believers have come all the way to the Holy City to accept selection.

After saying this, the leader raised the palm of his heart with a pious look on his face and shouted: "Praise my Lord!"

As soon as these words came out, all the refugees in the convoy showed yearning expressions on their faces, and they shouted together: "Praise my Lord!"

The divine guards in front of them quickly put their palms on their hearts and said piously: "Praise my Lord!"

Even Jiraiya, who was hiding in the convoy, had to make gestures and echoed.

During the whole process, he had been observing the expressions on everyone's faces, but he was surprised to find that there was no trace of perfunctory expression on their faces. Instead, they seemed to really believe in the person who didn't sound like a good person. The evil god of God!

This made Jiraiya a little uncomfortable. He originally thought that these people just wanted to survive and had to choose to adhere to the evil cult.
Could it be that the Evil God Cult used some special method to control their hearts?

Jiraiya's brows knitted together.

But as an excellent ninja, he has enough professional ability to temporarily suppress his various emotions and try to behave as naturally as possible.

Soon, the inspection was over. The goods carried by these believers were ordinary food and clothes, nothing special.

As for identity?

In troubled times, there is no identity. As long as you are a believer in the Lord, you are their family.

And the exploitation and bribery links that Jiraiya originally thought were about to appear have yet to appear.

It seems that this time the interrogation is really just for interrogation, rather than using the interrogation as an excuse to generate income.
Even Jiraiya, an unidentified middle-aged farmer, did not suffer any difficulties. Even the divine guards saw that Jiraiya did not have any goods and told him that he could go to the church in the center of the town to pick up a piece of clothing. and food.

Jiraiya's doubts became more intense after he sincerely thanked him.

How is this going?

Why does this evil sect seem to be more honest than most of the countries he has traveled to?
When he walked into the town, Jiraiya was more certain of his thoughts.

Under the rule of the evil god, the entire town was indeed in a state of peace and order. Everyone respected the evil god and looked forward to entering the other party's kingdom.

“It's so weird”

Jiraiya stared at this extremely peaceful town shrouded in darkness, his eyes full of confusion.

Along the way, the entire Kingdom of Sichuan was in turmoil, but the place ruled by the Evil God Cult was the most stable, which had a huge impact on his thoughts.

Jiraiya walked into a tavern in the town.

It's said to be a pub, but it's actually just a simple room that sells some beer.

He casually ordered a glass of beer, found a table and started chatting with people, and soon got a lot of information.

For example, the composition of [Kingdom of God].

The first is the evil god, which is the [Lord] of all believers and the god they worship.

In addition to the evil god, they also worship three major apostles, namely [Desire], [Fear] and [Hate].

These three apostles each have their own statues and receive offerings from all believers.

These three apostles, like the evil god, will not come to the world unless necessary, and will not participate in the actual management of the evil god's religion.

Under the evil gods and apostles are the three great priests [Death], [War] and [Plague].

These three priests are very powerful and have real power. They are responsible for managing all the divine guards and handling everything in the holy city.

"I heard that in addition to the three priests, the great Lord also personally selected two divine sons!" a believer said drunkenly.

"Son of God?" Jiraiya hurriedly raised his ears to listen.

"Yes, it is said that these two sons of God are the successors chosen by the Lord himself. The Lord will choose one of them to inherit his power and serve as his body to walk the world!"

As soon as these words came out, they immediately attracted envious sounds from other people in the tavern.

"I really want to be the body of the Lord!"

"Hahaha, don't think about it. Who here doesn't want to dedicate everything to the Lord and enter the Lord's Kingdom of God?"

"Praise my Lord!"

"Praise my Lord!"

In the wave of praise, Jiraiya could only echo again, otherwise he would seem out of place.

Jiraiya shook the wine glass in his hand, but he still didn't drink it. The frenzied wave around him made him sit on pins and needles.

He did not expect that the so-called evil god had such a profound influence on these people that everyone was willing to give their lives, souls and bodies for it.

but it shouldn't
Why does this sect have such terrifying appeal?
"No, there must be something I overlooked."

Jiraiya tapped his fingers on the table while thinking about something in his mind that he had ignored.

It wasn't until the meal was delivered to Jiraiya that a bolt of lightning flashed crazily in his mind!
He finally thought of what he had ignored.
food!

In such troubled times, the most precious thing is undoubtedly food.

Only with sufficient food can you maintain the stability and life of the people, otherwise it will cause turmoil and disaster like other places in the Kingdom of Sichuan.

But the war in the Kingdom of Sichuan has been going on for more than a year. A large amount of farmland in the country has been destroyed, and there is no harvest. Why does the Evil God Cult rooted in the Kingdom of Sichuan still have so much food?

Can supplies even be provided to these believers for free?
Thinking of this, Jiraiya seemed to have finally found a breakthrough that caused this abnormality.

After settling the bill, he immediately walked into a dark alley. After using the transformation technique to cross-dress again, he came to the church mentioned by the guardian and saw the evil gods and apostles enshrined in the church.

The former is still a faceless statue, solemn and a bit strange at the same time.

As for the apostles, they are:
[Desire]--a huge mountain of flesh that grows wantonly.

[Fear]--A huge eyeball full of majesty.

[Hate]--A white-haired figure with wings on his back.

These three sculptures corresponded one-to-one with the images in Jiraiya's mind, confirming some of his guesses.

He next received free food and clothing as a refugee and, after declining a priest's offer of shelter, found a clearing.

After making sure that there was no one around, Jiraiya immediately used the psychic technique to channel the two immortals Fukasaku and Shima from Mt. Myoboku to here.

Shima Sennin is a purple female toad with a mass of purple curly hair similar to that of humans on her head.

As soon as he appeared on the stage, he asked: "Little Jiraiya, you called us two at once. Is there something important?"

Fukasaku Sage is a male green toad with a green body, except for a tuft of white hair staring at his head and two long white eyebrows. He is nervously guarding his surroundings.

The two Myoboku-san sages are both very small in size. Compared with the brothers Gamabunta and Gamahiro, they are like heaven and earth, but the aura exuded by them is not weak at all.

Seeing this, Jiraiya hurriedly said: "Brother Fukasaku, don't worry, I've already checked and there is no danger around."

After receiving Jiraiya's signal, the sitting sage relaxed slightly, but his frowning brows still remained: "Old woman, have you ever felt a strange smell in the air?"

Then he turned to look at Jiraiya: "Where is this place? Jiraiya."

Jiraiya's heart sank, and he answered truthfully: "This is the hinterland of the Kingdom of Sichuan, and it is also the territory of the Evil God Sect."

"The Cult of Evil God? Is that the organization that the big boss predicted would destroy the world? No wonder it has such a dangerous aura."

Fukasaku Sennin once again showed a wary look.

As a member of Miaomu Mountain, he is well aware of the weight of the elder's prophecy, so he is more cautious.

At this time, Shima Sennin also nodded: "Jiraiya, why did you ask us to come this time?"

Jiraiya opened the lunch box in his hand and asked the two immortals: "I am a little concerned about whether there is any problem with the food of the Evil God Sect, so I need your help to take a look."

These two are immortals who can freely control natural energy. Maybe they can help them see some clues.

After hearing Jiraiya's words, the two immortals Fukasaku and Shima showed serious expressions and carefully explored the lunch box in his hand.

As Jiraiya opened the lunch box, a piece of exquisite food was displayed in front of them.

White rice balls, emerald green vegetables, golden tamagoyaki, and even a small piece of crispy fried pork cutlet and tempura
Are you sure this kind of food was easily available during the war?

Obviously, the two immortals also had strong doubtful looks on their faces.

They clasped their hands together, and after absorbing part of the natural energy, they used magic chakra to explore.

Soon, Fukasaku's brows knitted together.

"Something's wrong, Jiraiya-chan, this food isn't right."

Jiraiya was shocked, it was indeed wrong!

"what happened?"

Fukasaku still kept his hands clasped together, and suddenly said: "Excuse me!"

Part of the Senjutsu chakra was released from him, spreading out into the surrounding space like ripples, as if squeezing out a spherical space in the water that was large enough to accommodate Jiraiya and them.

And as the ripples of Senjutsu chakra passed by, the exquisite lunch box in Jiraiya's hand suddenly turned into a piece of old bark.

The snow-white rice balls inside have turned into dense insect eggs, the green vegetables are actually rotten leaves, and the tamagoyaki is a fat and huge white insect.
Even Jiraiya couldn't help but feel nauseated and dropped the lunch box on the ground.

It was a pity in Shima's eyes, after all, insects were already on their menu.

Of course, they won't try to enjoy the food of the Cult of Evil God.

"How is this going?"

Jiraiya looked at the insects still squirming on the ground with a look of disgust on his face, and then felt a chill in his heart.

He couldn't imagine that with so many believers in the Evil God Cult, was everyone feeding on these bugs and tree bark? (End of chapter)