Majing Shura Prologue

  The night gradually darkened, but the crimson on the horizon did not fade. The blood-stained earth, the beasts wailed in unison, the piercing howls that pierced the sky and earth, tore through the ruins.

  A mountain range, a faint chill of blood seeping through, that is the cold light under the endless night sky, like a meteor falling from the sky, more like a candle in the darkness, incredibly bright.

  Those who offend it will eventually be consumed by the candle fire.

  As I approached, it was a mysterious and ancient gate. Fearsome sounds came from the gaps between the doors, one by one, the monks who were struggling in the gate were gradually swallowed up by darkness, their bodies disappearing and dying.

  "Hmm..."

  With a heavy creaking sound, the door opened.

  A violent aura burst out from the gate, behind which stood a thousand-meter-tall demon god. His blood-red clothes danced wildly in the bloody rain and wind, his pale hair fluttering in the air. He was enormous and terrifying, with a gaunt face that had only a thin layer of skin left. The opening and closing of his eyes were like the whirring of sharp blades. The demon god's body was covered in mysterious and frightening patterns.

  The large red sickle behind him, which had harvested countless souls, emitted a fierce and cold aura.

  "Red China City, this place again..."

  Through the portal, two wheels gazed at this city of billions like a crimson moon. A cold smile spread from the corners of his lips, exuding an suffocating aura.

  "Ten thousand years is too long... Come quickly, my most beloved successor. The glory of the Blood God shall be reborn with you!"

  A faint sigh of resentment echoed softly in the city of Akakawa, and the bloodstains on the gates swayed weakly in the wind.

  Bang!

  The doors closed.

  In the dead of night, in Akakawa Castle, countless people awoke from the same nightmare.