Chapter 866: Chapter 34: Witch and Wraith_2
"Mere humans actually—"
In this world, do there really exist humans who can look straight at the darkness in their own hearts?
If so, then what is the meaning of its own birth into this world?
That kind of thing is absolutely impossible!
"Is it you? Is it you humans playing tricks again? Damn it!"
Moryo swept its gaze toward Hakushi, and countless pitch‑black tentacles began to shoot out, rapidly stretching, breaking through the magma’s blockade.
It had to be that Hakushi did something, for its control to fail.
As long as it killed this despicable human, everything would return to the way it should be.
Hakushi watched as a mass of black tentacles flew toward him; he stood there unperturbed, not moving in the slightest, just calmly watching Moryo thrash about in the magma, putting on that ridiculous yet pitiful struggling posture.
A thunderous boom!
Huge rocks fell from above—Ayane had leapt to the top of the cavern and, using her Byakugan to observe, struck directly at the supporting point of the cave roof, revealing the deep, endless night sky outside.
Those massive boulders, as large as a small hill, brushed past the edge of Hakushi and plunged into the magma below.
Countless tentacles that had stretched out hadn’t yet reached Hakushi’s body before they were crushed by the giant rocks, blue‑black blood splattering as tentacle after tentacle went limp and smashed down into the magma.
The magma roared up in furious waves, splashing in all directions.
The great blocks of rock had already sunk into the magma, striking Moryo’s body.
Moryo’s howls grew even more shrill and miserable.
Although it couldn’t deliver a fatal blow to Moryo, the blow to Moryo’s psyche was anything but light.
It could no longer maintain the composure and calm it should have had.
Humans who should have been mere ants—
Itself, which should have been on the verge of certain victory—
Why had things come to this?
One after another, why were they all breaking free of its control?
In extreme rage and humiliation, Moryo’s heart was like the magma bathing its body at this very moment—scorching hot and frenzied.
Only, this madness of its, in others’ eyes, was nothing more than the last struggle of a beast driven to a dead end, flailing weakly before a Hunter.
The dark‑red greatsword swept out, cleaving every black tentacle that emerged from the magma, leaving none intact.
Ruri’s head wasn’t exactly clear, but she could just barely, with astonishing willpower, grasp the current situation.
Should she say it was worthy of being called Moryo? This darkness was heavier than any darkness she had ever seen in the Sharingan.
And this was merely a portion of what Moryo bore; it was hard to imagine what this kind of demon had been carrying all this time to keep fighting until now.
Even Ruri couldn’t help but feel a hint of pity for Moryo in her heart.
However, pity was pity; Ruri had no intention of showing mercy.
In truth, fighting Moryo was extremely dangerous.
Moryo’s strength did not lie in its vast Chakra or its infinitely regenerating body.
Its most essential darkness was Moryo’s greatest weapon.
To humans, this was a lethal virus that was almost impossible to resist.
Even if she forced her will not to be twisted by this darkness, that darkness clung like maggots to bone; once it entered the body it was nearly impossible to purge, and it would uncontrollably seep into the gaps in her heart, affecting her sanity.
Unless, like Hakushi, one temporarily abandoned one’s Chakra and severed the channel through which Moryo’s darkness resonated with them.
But wouldn’t that prove she had lost to the darkness in her own heart?
She had endured even the darkness of the Sharingan; there was already nothing in this world left to fear.
Right now she had merely run into a darkness heavier than that of the Sharingan; it was still far too early if it wanted her to submit.
For Ayane, it was the same.
In the Hyuga Clan, the Main Family had spent day and night indoctrinating them with the idea of protecting the Main Family and sacrificing themselves for the Main Family; that kind of brainwashing had gone on for over ten years, and she had taken it all and still acted according to her own will.
Moreover, most importantly, even that Sharingan woman had endured it; if she couldn’t, wouldn’t that prove she was weaker than her?
That, more than being corroded and controlled by Moryo’s darkness, was something Ayane couldn’t accept.
The one thing she absolutely did not want was to lose to this Sharingan woman in a matter like this.
The faint, muffled groans of pain that kept slipping from Ruri’s and Ayane’s lips seemed to say they had endured to a critical moment.
Their Sharingan and Byakugan began actively devouring the darkness Moryo had left inside their bodies, intending to turn the darkness within into nourishment to replenish their Donjutsu.
Moryo roared in fury; it had sensed the intentions of these two human women who didn’t know the immensity of heaven and earth.
They meant to treat it as fodder to nourish their Pupil Techniques—how could it possibly tolerate that?
Although, by sheer force of will, they had initially held back its engulfing darkness, this kind of aggressive attempt to smelt its darkness and turn it into part of their own power was, in Moryo’s eyes, nothing more than humanity’s last bout of madness on the road to self‑destruction.
But what if?
Yes, what if.
Even now, Moryo was unwilling to admit that among humans there existed some aberrant being capable of enduring its darkness.
Yet Hakushi and the other two had repeatedly shattered its expectations, doing things that flew in the face of common sense.
If it allowed these two women to use their Pupil Techniques to reverse‑devour its Dark Power, there was no telling what unforeseen accidents might arise beyond its control.
It could no longer endure things slipping out from under its grasp.
Moryo immediately moved; more torrents of darkness erupted from the magma, surging toward Ruri’s and Ayane’s bodies.
