Ashes Of Deep Sea Chapter 373

Chapter 373: Chapter 377: The Gatekeeper's Battle Chapter 373: Chapter 377: The Gatekeeper's Battle Everything happened in an instant.

Three heretics disguised as priests of the Death Church launched a surprise attack, and the black-robed guards nearby rushed to their aid. More than a dozen workers of the sewage treatment center clashed with the guards, all of this occurred almost simultaneously.

A shocking truth was thereby revealed — the entire sewage treatment center had long been completely eroded and replaced.

No wonder there were no pollution reactions in the sewage sedimentation tanks and various pipelines; those “Prime Elements” that had escaped through the sewers seemed to have evaporated — they had already made their nest right under the noses of the City-State authorities and the Church.

Yet there were countless mysteries. Why could the heretics who followed the Profound Saint call upon the name of the god of death? How could the “fakes” disguised as treatment center workers deceive her senses? Where had the real staff gone?

But reality did not afford Agatha much time to ponder and deduce all this.

The Dark Breath of the Abyssal Hound, with its corrosive and powerful impact, howled toward her. The filthy mass of energy nearly grazed Agatha's hair as it flew past her, instantly penetrating a column beside the sedimentation tank. The mental Corrosion unleashed by the Smoke Dust Jellyfish continually attacked her mind, slowing her movements, dulling her thoughts, while the pale woman symbiotic with the cat-shaped demon raised her fingers from afar, and Agatha's side immediately displayed numerous crisscrossing bloodstains — a piece of her garment brushed against the bloodstains and was instantly disintegrated into dust at the intersection.

It was a trap that had been planned for some time. No wonder these dissidents gathered here obediently to accept “inspection” — were they actually prepared to execute the Church's gatekeeper?

“Wishful thinking.”

Agatha said coolly, tapping her staff on the ground.

A thunderous rumble like that of rolling thunder emanated from the light touch between the end of the staff and the ground. Immediately afterward, layers of illusory ripples spread outward from the end of the staff in every direction. In an instant, everything around quieted down, and the space around the sedimentation tanks plunged into darkness. Everything within sight took on shades of grey and pitch black. The battling black-robed guards and the “fakes” became motionless, as pale glows streamed in from distant windows and cracks that had appeared in the roof, casting shadowy figures.

In the Spirit Realm, Agatha held her own eyeball in her left hand, “looking” toward three equally motionless heretics nearby.

Beside them, the undulating black flames on the bodies of the Symbiotic Demons seemed out of place in the monochrome world of black, white, and grey; these flames burned silently, their smoke rising slowly like a slow-motion scene.

Agatha raised her staff and gently waved it in the air.

The dimly lit space suddenly trembled, and the shadows of the fighting black-robed guards instantly vanished within the Spirit Realm. She raised her left hand, and within the field of view scrutinized by the eyeball, only those three heretics remained, along with a dozen twisted fakes made of “Prime Elements.”

“Feast,” Agatha whispered softly.

Beings in the Spirit Realm began to stir, shadows lurking in the crevices of the world received the gatekeeper's invitation and permission. In an instant, on the ground around the sedimentation tank, on the nearby walls, on the pipes, and even on the high roof, all “surfaces” revealed countless shadows of varying intensity — the shadows surged like a cheering crowd, like a swarming herd of beasts, gathering and rushing along all surfaces towards the enemies within Agatha's sight!

Shadows teemed across every visible surface, a spectacle that made one's scalp tingle. However, Agatha simply watched quietly, her right eye calmly open, devoid of any emotional fluctuation, her left eye tightly closed, while in the palm of her left hand, the eyeball kept rotating, fixating on any slight movement around her.

The surging shadows first engulfed the “fakes,” in the blink of an eye, sprawling onto them like a rising tide and swallowing and dissolving them, silent and traceless.

In the next second, the shadows rushed toward the three heretics and their Symbiotic Demons.

The Profound Demons sensed danger.

A strange clicking sound came from inside the demons and from the chains upon them. All the flames on the Profound Demons trembled violently, and the edges of the heretics' bodies also showed strange vibrations and became ethereal. Within this realm of stillness, they struggled to “live” again!

The young man symbiotic with the Smoke Dust Jellyfish was the first to regain the ability to move. He suddenly broke free from the binding of the Spirit Realm, and in the next moment, instinctively looked up toward where Agatha stood.

Almost simultaneously, the gaunt old man symbiotic with the Abyssal Hound also regained movement. Seeing his comrade's action, he quickly shouted a warning:
“Don't make eye contact with the gatekeeper!”

But his warning came a step too late — the young heretic had already shifted his gaze entirely toward the “triangle area” where Agatha stood.

Agatha lifted her left hand, holding her eyeball aloft as if to offer her own eye, presenting it before the young heretic.

The dissenter's eyes widened, his gaze fixed on the eyeball in Agatha's hand, as if he had been completely captivated by it — he stared at it absentmindedly, even entranced, as a serene and tranquil smile gradually appeared on his face.

As if in that instant, he had perceived the true essence of life and death and within that truth found the complete meaning and answer to his life.

“Ah, how beautiful…”

He murmured softly, then smiled as he slowly fell backward, collapsing amidst the incoming tide of shadows.

In an instant, he and his Profound Demon were torn to pieces by the endless shadows.

But as the heretic fell, an eerie screech came from not far away, and a fierce wind pressure approached from the right. Agatha had no choice but to slightly sidestep to dodge, as an invisible blade skimmed past her forehead. She twisted her head to look toward the direction of the attack.

The pale woman, who had an Abyssal Hound Symbiotic Demon, was screeching towards her; her mouth opened like a twisted and torn alien, the blasphemous curses compressed into short shrill screams with another blade swiftly taking shape.

On the other side, the Abyssal Hound was already readying its next Breath attack.

Agatha seemed to completely ignore the Abyssal Hound and the gaunt old man behind her, only raising her staff to point at the pale woman, who was beginning to mutate like a demon, while raising her left hand high to hold up her own eyeball again.

The pale woman reflexively avoided the gaze of Agatha's eyeball–yet in the next second, she was met with a dull gunshot.

A dazzling burst of light shot out from the end of Agatha's staff, and a large-caliber silver bullet shattered the pale woman's head, which was completely twisted and torn apart.

The next second, accompanied by the beheaded body of the heretic collapsing and being devoured by shadows, a mass of profoundly corrosive Profound Breath also struck Agatha's back.

Dark flames rose, and smoke dust spread as the Abyssal Hound released its impactive Breath behind the gatekeeper. It exploded and quickly dissipated.

Not a single scratch remained on Agatha's black coat.

She slowly turned her head to look at the last remaining heretic, the gaunt old man.

His eyes widened, filled with disbelief and terror.

“I thought that if you dared to set a trap, you must have investigated thoroughly and made a well-considered move,” Agatha watched the final enemy calmly, “But from your expression, it seems not to be the case–are you three just pawns thrown out there?”

The last heretic's eyes widened with even more terror, and with that terror came a hint of confusion.

Agatha noticed the change in his expression.

“Are you looking for this?” the young gatekeeper said calmly.

The next second, her mouth suddenly opened wide–
A dirty, profoundly corrosive Profound Breath instantly formed in front of her and with the same force and trajectory that had struck her moments before, shot back towards the Abyssal Hound standing next to the gaunt old man!

The Profound Demon instinctively sensed danger and almost instantly reacted, dodging to the side. However, the Breath that was returned on the same path swerved sharply–like a missile with eyes, it barreled into the Abyssal Hound's skull. After a brief delay, the skeletal demon exploded into pieces.

The gaunt old man, who shared a Demon Symbiosis, screamed in agony. Even without being hit, he quickly curled on the ground, unable to even crawl.

Like a tide, the shadows immediately swarmed around him, ready to continue the feast.

“This one is mine,” Agatha's voice rose at that moment, at the same time the thudding sound of her staff hitting the ground echoed around her, “Leave.”

Shadows from all sides began to stir violently, and the towering malice and chilling cacophony of noises roiled like huge waves, invisibly assaulting the entire space. Some shadows even seemed to creep toward Agatha.

Yet Agatha's expression remained unchanged, only lifting her staff to forcefully thud it on the floor.

Another thunderous boom resounded through the entire space.

“Begone.”

After a moment of stillness and silence, all the shadows dispersed like a receding tide.

Chapter end

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